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“Are you sure that they don’t mind us going up a day early?” I asked, readjusting my pack. “I don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

“The wrong impression?” Charlie asked.

“That I am taking over this camping trip,” I said.

Charlie laughed. He stopped to lean against a tree, brushing a stray drop of rain from his jacket.

Damn he looks good, I thought.

“You are worrying for no reason, Steph.”

“I am just nervous I guess—about meeting your friends.”

Charlie unslung his backpack and handed me a water bottle. “Don’t be,” he said. “They are going to like you just as much as I do.” As I took a drink, he kissed me across the cheek, water dribbling from my chin.

“Hey!” I said, blushing a vibrant shade of pink. I kissed him back and he pulled me in closer. The way he held my chin with his hands made me want more. I gently rested my hand on his chest.

“We are almost there,” he said with another kiss.

“When you asked me to come camping with you, I didn’t know it was going to take all day to get there,” I said, pressing against his chest. “And that there would be rain.”

“A few drops doesn’t count as raining. Besides, it warm. Trust me, for complete seclusion—totally worth it,” said Charlie, zipping close his backpack.

Complete seclusion, I thought, eying the subtle bulge in his shorts when he turned around. I wonder what he means by that. I bit my lip. If—he means anything by that.

After a few weeks of seeing each other, Charlie and I had only ever kissed. And while making out was fun—every time he kissed me, every time I felt his tongue against mine—I was curious for more.

Should I be the one to make the first move, I thought as we continued through the woods. After a few weeks together—what if kissing is all he is interested in with me.

“What are you thinking about?” Charlie asked with a grin.

“Nothing!” I blurted, then blushed.

Charlie gave a confused smile. “Strange reply—” He gestured his hand forward. “We’re here!”

The trees opened into a small glade set nestled at the base of a mountain, a babbling river flowing into a small pond not far from where we stood. Dense clouds loomed on the distant horizon.

“Its beautiful,” I said, setting down my pack.

“Your beautiful,” Charlie whispered. A moment later her cringed. “Sorry—that was kind of awkward.”

“And kind of predictable,” I said. “But thank you.” I watched as he casually traced my legs with his eyes, stopping briefly where my booty shorts covered my upper thighs. When he noticed me noticing, he turned away.

“We usually camp down the river a bit,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “I’ll show you.”

I hope you do, I thought. “Tell me what to do,” I said.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Tell me where to go, I meant,” I said, though he didn’t reply.

We stopped at a clearing just before the stream entered the pond. Charlie unpacked with the efficiency of experience. Setting down a tarp, propping up our tent, creating a stone lined firepit, all while I barely unpacked my sleeping bag and cloths.

“What now,” I asked, sitting across the fire.

“We relax,” Charlie shrugged, snapping a twig, then tossing it into the fire. “We have another hour or so before the sun falls behind the mountains.”

“Hey, Charlie?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow in my direction. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Not invite my girlfriend for a weekend of camping?” Charlie said. “Thanks for agreeing.”

Girlfriend, I thought. It made me smile hearing it out loud. I unzipped my jacket and let it fall around my shoulders—flickering warmth from the flame tickling my skin. When I looked up to ask Charlie something, I noticed him ogling my chest—my bra poking above my tank top.

I pretended not to notice, turning away to look at the stream.

“We could probably walk around the pond once before it got too dark,” Charlie said. He snuffed the fledgling flame, then took my hand.

We were halfway around the pond when the rain came pouring. The tension I had put on myself seemed to have washed away as we laughed our way, sopping, back to camp. Charlie had enough forethought to put up our tent under the boughs of a wide tree, so it was mostly dry.

Charlie started another fire, getting it burning brightly against the quickly darkening night sky. I shivered in my drenched cloths, then snuggled close to him.

“Hey,” I whispered. When he turned, I kissed him, pressing into him. He pulled me in, our kissing starting to burn with a passion that rivaled the fire.

Trembling, I put my hand on his thigh, gently moving it up and down. When he kissed me harder, I moved my hand higher until I felt the tip of his cock. I didn’t stop, rubbing over his shorts with what little grip I had.

He put his hand on my thigh, his fingers working beneath my booty shorts. I grabbed his cock harder, trying to get my hand fully around it. He put his other hand on my chest, squeezing at my bra.

I moaned, and he pulled his hands away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my breath sporadic. “It felt good—is all.”

He took a breath, putting space between us. “I am the one that should be sorry,” he said. He stood up to put another log in the fire, then sat further away.

My emotions ebbed. Is he not interested in me?Am I doing something wrong? Does he realize he just isn’t that into me? “I—I uh think I am going to go change into some dry cloths,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Steph,” Charlie said, reading straight through me.

I opened the tent and started to rummage for different cloths. A moment later Charlie followed. He fumbled with a question that he couldn’t quite get out.

“I am really into you, Charlie,” I blurted out. “I mean—really into you.” My breath caught in my chest. “But—if you aren’t into me—in that kind of way—I understand.”

“I’ve never been—” he began.

“With a transgirl?” I asked.

“With anyone in a—sexual way,” he said. “Wait, did you think that because you’re a transgirl I didn’t want to get intimate?”

My heart skipped a beat. “I—didn’t know.”

Charlie smiled, then wrapped his arms around me. “Steph, I know you’re a transgirl, that doesn’t bother me at all. I just have never—done more, with anyone.”

“Neither have I,” I said. That seemed to make him relax. “I have been kind of—fantasizing about exploring that with you.”

He grinned. “I’ve fantasized about that too. How about—”

I threw myself at him. I bit down on his lip, feeling for his cock. He unzipped my jacket and let it fall to the ground, the night air sending a shiver down my body. I didn’t let it bother me, reaching beneath his shirt to put my palm against him, his body warm and inviting.

A branch snap outside, but we ignored it.

I grabbed his cock from the outside of his shorts. Damn he is hard, I thought. I had thought about this moment a thousand times. I wonder if—

I dropped to my knees, fumbling to untie the strings on the waistband. I could barely breath as I finally loosened the strings, sliding down his shorts to let them fall around his ankles.

My hands were trembling as I grabbed hold of his cock.

“You are so hard,” I whispered as I stroked his shaft, looking up at him. He let out a soft groan of pleasure as I gripped him with both hands, tugging softly. “What do you want me to do?” I asked coyly.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, reaching down, and feeling beneath my bra.

I moaned, and his cock throbbed in my hand. He squeezed my boob harder, pinching the piercing on my nipple. Charlie looked at my legs, focusing on my shoes, about to say something but somehow nervous.

With one hand I stroked the tip of his cock, teasing the head. With my other hand I slipped off my shoes. Slowly I slid off my socks and Charlie moaned. I wiggled out of my booty shorts; my thong tight against my ass.

“Do you like my bare feet?” I whispered, guessing as he gawked. My hand was wet with precum, and his cock slicker with every moment.

“I do,” Charlie replied with a tone of embarrassment.

I brought my feet closer together, leaning forward and sticking out my ass. A dribble of precum threatened to drip. I opened my mouth, pressing the tip of his cock against my tongue—eagerly taking it.

I continued to tease with my tongue, tracing the tip and then slowly working down the shaft. “Don’t stop,” Charlie whispered as I licked his balls, sucking on one and then the other. I slurped the tip of his cock, holding it just barely in my mouth.

“Lay down,” I whispered. “And take off your shirt.”

We kissed briefly as he laid back on the sleeping bags, shirt tossed to the corner of the tent. I kept my bra and thong on, readjusting my tuck. I am so horny right now, I thought. I can’t believe this is finally happening.

I put my feet in his lap. His warm cock felt good against my soles. I leaned back, a little awkward at first with the footjob until I got the rhythm the way he liked it. Charlie moaned, grabbing my toes, and pressing them around his cock.

He grabbed my ankle and pulled my foot closer. I hummed as he kissed my heel, moving across the arch to my toes. I kept the other foot on his cock, stroking him harder with my hand. I liked the way his balls jiggled when I tugged.

I giggled as he sucked my toes—finding a unique pleasure in it. Charlie seemed to be really into it.

When he let go of my ankle, I spun around onto my stomach—feet in the air. I put my mouth around the tip of his cock, slowly sucking, taking it deeper. I gripped his balls, testing how far I could take it before gagging.

I focused, getting my lips all the way down to his balls, his cock fully down my throat. I looked up at him and lost concentration, gagging. Thick throat bubbles dripped out of my mouth.

“Sorry,” I said embarrassed. “I am still new to this.”

“Do it again,” Charlie whispered.

I used my fingers to collect the spittle collecting at the base of his cock, quickly slurping up as I took it deep again. I could feel the tip as it pushed past my tonsils, gagging briefly. It was like swallowing something massive, warm, and throbbing.

I pulled back with a gasp, spitting on his cock. More, I thought. I want it more.

Charlie grabbed hold of my ponytail, gently thrusting as I sucked. It was sloppier than I expected, gagging on, and gulping down his cock loudly. I went until I had to catch my breath, my mouth wet with precum.

“Your turn to lay back,” Charlie whispered, pushing me onto my back.

He kissed down my body. I stopped his hands when they got to my thong.

“Are you sure?” I asked nervously.

“Only if you want it,” he said. I look a breath, then let go of his hands.

He slid off my thong, kissing my feet and then down my legs. My breathing narrowed and grew shallow as he spread my legs, untucking my semi-limp cock. I gave a faltering moan as he took me in his mouth.

With his other hand he fingered at my ass, pushing in with one finger. “Yes!” I moaned. He slid in a second finger. “Yes!” I squeezed my breasts as he fingered my asshole. He grabbed my hips and spun me onto my knees.

My body quivered as he stuck his tongue in my ass. “I want you,” I whispered, “I want you in me.” I leaned back and grabbed his cock, pulling it toward my ass.

I got on all fours, stroking his cock. I pressed the tip into my ass, clenching my jaw with the unexpected pain and pleasure. It is so tight. I started to sway back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me.

I took him in until I felt his balls against me. Slowly he pulled out, then back in. I moaned uncontrollably, moving faster and faster. I leaned forward, reaching down, and caressing his balls with each thrust.

Its happening, I realized. I am finally getting fucked in the ass.

Charlie pulled out with a thwap, my asshole gaping. “Lay back,” I whispered, straddling him with my ass toward him. I put my feet on his abs, grabbing his cock and sliding it back into my asshole.

He grabbed my toes as I rode him reverse cowgirl. I rode soft at first, arching my back. I looked over my shoulder and watched him, eyes fixated on his cock slipping in and out of me. I rode harder, pounding his cock, listening to his moans growing shallow. “I—I am going to cum,” he whispered.

I took his cock fully, feeling it throb all the way inside me. Charlie’s breathing settled after the final pulse. Slowly I pulled out, letting his cum drip from my ass onto his cock. I pulled my cheeks apart, watching the cum pour over his cock.

Like the edge of a full glass, I slurped up his cum, licking up every last bit. He let out a long, pleasant breath as he watch me. I looked at him and opened my mouth, showing him the cum on my tongue, then I swallowed.

I savored the cum in my throat. Satisfying, I thought.

I curled up next to his naked body.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Incredible.”

He ran a finger along my torso, then stopped. “Wait—you didn’t cum yet.”

I blushed. “It’s okay—it’s harder for me. And that was pleasurable, I promise!”

“No, no,” he said, stretching his hand down my leg. “What can I do?”

I reached behind me, feeling his cock growing harder. As I looked over my shoulder we kissed. “Fuck me, again,” I whispered, laying back and spreading my legs.

Charlie got on his knees, lifting my legs so that my feet rested on his shoulders. I grabbed his cock, guiding it into my asshole. It slid in seamlessly. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of him throbbing inside me.

“Harder,” I whispered, grabbing my own dick, and stroking it. His balls tapped me with each thrust. “Don’t stop.”

Charlie turned his head and kissed my ankle, then started licking my toes. I moaned at the combinations of pleasure. Enjoying the moment. I could feel that I was about to cum.

“Don’t stop—I—I am going to cum!”

Charlie pulled out just as I orgasmed. I leaned forward, cumming on his cock between faltering breaths.

I gasped blissfully, then pushed him onto his back, licking my cum from his cock. It wasn’t as much as his, but enough to play with in my mouth to his enjoyment. I swallowed the last drop, then we both sat back again.

“Wow,” I whispered again.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me either.”

He pressed a stray hair away from my cheek. “We should probably get something to eat before it gets too dark,” he said. “And then—later we could—”

“Do it all over?” I asked excited.

“Just what I was thinking,” Charlie grinned. He opened the flap of the tent. “And, if you wanted, we could try—oh!”

“What is it?” I gasped.

“Hey guys,” Charlie stuttered. “I—thought you weren’t going to show up until tomorrow?”

I glanced out of the tent and saw two other couples sitting silently around the fire. “We wanted to surprise you and Steph,” one said.

There was a long silence. “Surprise!” another said.

I held my face in my hands. How long have they been sitting there? Were they just—listening as we—fucked?

They all laughed. “Hey Steph,” said a girl sitting closest to our tent. “It is nice to meet you.”

“We have heard all about you,” the guy sitting next to her said. She slapped his arm.

“Don’t listen to him, he is just jealous,” she said warmly. “I am glad you came.”

I looked at Charlie, glanced at his cock, then bit my lip. “Me too.”

First and foremost, this story is fiction, no events are true. More chapters will be added.

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Intro

My name is Zach. I’m an 18 year old boy and life has treated me well so far. One of the most popular kids at high school, star baseball player, and I got a golden reputation. Not a cocky guy despite all of this, you wouldn’t even know whether I’m a horrible or great kid the way I acted. But everyone as secrets, some worse than others. I’ve been in the closet for years. I’ve always known I was gay, and the only thing that kept me from coming out was the city’s hostility towards gays and my fear of destroying my reputation, losing all my friends and support from my family.

I still express myself as much as I can behind closed doors. I’m a proud owner of a pretty popular NSFW Twitter account, past thousands of followers. There I would post countless pics and vids of me showing off my body. I was a bottom, so it usually featured my ass more often than not. Never my face, still fearful of being recognized and found out.

I posted my nudes for months, proudly displaying my body, flaunting my ass for my audience of strangers, touching myself while reading comments of what they said about me. It felt perfect, I was still a virgin, but this was a great way to fill that hole until I can act out. Overtime it became boring however, everyday was the same. Get home, stay alone, film nudes, upload, and masturbate. I needed something different to keep me from being burnt out. Thankfully, while chatting with one of my fellow nsfw friends, I was given the idea of going onto Grindr. I was defiant at first, knowing that people near me would be seeing my profile, but he insisted. Saying that it makes it much more exciting, I don’t have to go and fuck them if I didn’t want, so I can save my virginity for something real. He said I can just chat and sext like I used to, but since the strangers would be people in my town, it felt more personal and exhilarating.

After deep thought and consideration, I figured what the hell. Everybody on there would be gay anyways, they wouldn’t rat me out or expose me, the app is made specifically so that doesn’t happen. So, I made an account. Uploading pics of my face to my profile and even a link to my twitter account. The only reason I included my face was because I was told more people would click on a face profile then a blank one, and that he also said I was too cute not too.

Fast forward a month or two and I’m still keeping up well with everything, even my Grindr account. I would chat with guys on there, exchanging nudes, role playing, and a bunch of other things. Everything except meeting and fucking, which I explicitly state I won’t do in my bio.

* * * *
I get home from a long day from school and practice, totally exhausted and horny. It sucks seeing so many hot jocks everyday and not be able to do anything about it after all. So, like usual, I prepare to take more nudes for my Twitter. I slip on some cute black and white striped thigh highs, and slide up my floofy black skirt. All my other clothes are discarded. Then I set up the camera and film. I do numerous poses, taking pics and vids. Bending over, twerking, spreading my ass, playing with my balls, jerking off, and I finish my riding my dildo.

After filming is usually when I’d treat myself, jacking off to porn or other guy’s nudes. Some days I’ll just keep fucking myself with my dildo until I cum. Today I decided to go on Grindr though and see if there’s something there I can touch myself too. And as if on cue, I have a new message from a new account. I always click on the profile before hand, to see if it’s legit or not, and it did not seem legit at all, more sketchy than anything. Completely black profile, no pic, no info, no nothing. All it said was that he was gay.

“No shit,” I chuckled

But I figured oh well and thought I could at least entertain him. So I sent a friendly “Hiiii” right back at him. The conversation was normal at first, asking what we were doing, how we are, etc. Then he mentions my twitter, and how he’s really into it, “dazzled” by how hot I am. I of course say thank you, but instead of a “you’re welcome,” I’m introduced to his cock. I’m not saying his cock wasn’t a nice cock, but it’s kind of obnoxious and rude to just send it like that.

“It’s just another perv who thinks his dick is a gift, who cares,” I brushed it off and replied with a pic of my ass, it’s the least I could do.

However, instead of complementing me, sending another pic, or just simply conversing nicely, he tells me to come over. I tell him no and he argues against me, saying to come over again. I continue to refuse and we enter a heated argument, him getting shitty at me that I won’t go lose my virginity to some random blank profile stranger I know nothing about. But he won’t stop, shaming me for being too prideful with my virginity and that it means nothing, saying I need to come over so he and his friend can fuck the virginity out of me and make me his sissy bitch. This crossed the line and I told him no and goodbye for the final time. And just I was about to scroll up to block and report him, he sends another image. And then more. Pics from my Grindr profile, my Twitter account, my face, and some nudes. I’m confused and shocked. But when he follows up with his next message, I turn pale.

“I have tons of pics and vids of you and what you do, your face, your Twitter, everything. If you want to be so intent on staying closeted and keeping your stupid virginity, then fine, I’ll just send everything to everyone I know and expose you for the slut you are. You better listen to me.”

I’m shaken to the core. And I don’t know how to react. I know nothing about this guy, but I just now realize he has the power to ruin my life.

(Inspired by Mike, AKA Slim & Thick)

Coach Henley would often tell me I had the biggest set of balls in Colorado, for having the guts to pursue older men like I did.

But my secret weapon was my wild sense of humor. I could say something outrageous with a flash of my dimpled, goofy-jock smile and men would take it as a joke. Shit like, “You got a real fine, meaty butt, Coach.” Or “really showing it off in those sweats today, Coach.” Or “When you gonna let me tap that ass of yours, Coach?” Coach would laugh along, like it was our private joke. He’d even try to joke back.

Till one day after my assfucking comments got cruder, he stopped and looked at me. “Dang, Bennett, you’re serious aren’t you?”

I didn’t back down, but stood in front of him in a square stance, hands on the hips of my wrestling singlet, my chest puffed out some. “Sure am, Coach,” I said in a low voice, with complete sincerity. “If you ever let me take a go at that ass, I’d be the happiest dude on Earth.”

That caught the man off guard. His handsome, 42-year-old masculine face was like a deer in the headlights. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, Mike,” he said, using my first name in a rare occasion.

I let him off the hook, for the moment. “I get it, Coach,” I said in my most can-do voice. “Not trying to get you in trouble or anything. It’s just… you tell us to go for it on the mat, like it’s our last bout. Well… I went for it.”

I saw a pained expression on his face, and maybe he thought I was twisting the lessons he taught us. But it was back to business, Henley went back to coaching me in evading an opponent’s grip, something I’d been having trouble with in recent matches.

After that day, I eased off. At least with the words. My eye contact let Coach H know I was still very much interested and still very obsessed with his ass. And the man didn’t try to hide that magnificent daddy rump. If anything the sweats he wore to practice molded around those round, thick dad cakes even more lewdly. I figured none of my teammates were into dudes like I was, but how they didn’t turn gay for Henley’s ex-wrestler ass is a mystery I’ll never figure out.

So I would stare and Coach would glower when he caught me, but he never called me out or anything. If he did, I wouldn’t have stopped looking anyway. If the man wasn’t gonna bend over for me, I sure as hell was gonna store up as many visual memories for my JO sessions later.

It was Henley who made the next move. After practice, I was starting to leave when he barked my name. “Bennett!… Got a second?”

“Sure, Coach,” I said, stepping into his office.

He looked up at me, nervous but with a grin that said something was on his mind. “You know that issue we were talking about the other day… why don’t you come by my place some time and we can talk through it.”

It took me a second to realize what he was talking about but once I did I had the biggest smile the man had probably ever seen. “Oh yeah, glad to… any time.”

“You free this evening? Maybe around 8?”

“I’ll be there, Coach.”

***

I was on cloud fucking nine all afternoon and all through dinner. Trying to make polite small talk with my parents and then assuring them I had my homework done before heading over to Coach’s. He’d had the team over for an end of season pool party the last couple of years, so I knew well where his place was.

Good thing, too, because I could barely concentrate on anything other than my erection the whole drive over. For all my bluster and all my vivid fantasy life and all the stories I’d read about young jocks topping some older daddy, I was just 18 and pretty inexperienced. I’d had my dick sucked in the mall bathroom by some married daddy once, but had never fucked a guy. I was gonna tonight.

Coach had a dreamy, almost relaxed expression on his face as he greeted me at the door. I had never thought about why Henley was a bachelor, it just seemed part of his gruff-guy persona. But he was half naked now, wearing just those sweatpants I’d jacked off to thinking about for the last year or two, and his bare chest was thick and muscled and covered with a hell of a lot of soft brown hair. For a man in his 40s, he still kept in great shape and for all of his hefty middle-aged build, his belly was flat, not a dadbod.

“Come in, Mike,” he said in a normal dude voice, not his normal coach style bark. “This stays between us, right?”

“Oh yeah, Coach. I swear.”

That seemed to be all the assurance he needed because once he shut the door he stepped up to me and kissed me. Fuck, this was gonna be an epic night. Better than that bathroom BJ, for sure. I kissed him right back, first following Coach’s lead, then taking the initiative with the tongue work. The man seemed to like that, and he had a big smile on his face when he finally pulled back. “Let’s take it to the bedroom, buddy.”

I nodded, a smirk on my face, then followed Henley back down the hall. His back was just magnificent bared for me. Broad shoulders balancing the meaty lats and a pure wall of rippled daddy muscle in between. But the prize was that booty. Wrestlers have great asses and middle-aged ex-wrestlers have even better ones. Henley had one of the best I’d ever seen, just round and sculpted with just the right amount of give. The only other one I’d seen that was close was Principal Connors, an ex-wrestler himself.

As we stepped into his bedroom, Coach pushed down on the waistband of those sweats and I saw that amazing ass naked for my gaze. The round buns were covered in the same soft fur as his front, the hair getting thicker deeper into his crack. As he kicked off the leg of his sweats, the cleft parted just a bit with the contaction of the gluteal muscle.

“Damn, Coach,” I hissed just before I peeled off my Aurora High long-sleeve T. “I’ve jerked off so much dreaming about that ass, but it’s even hotter in person.”

The compliment was just the right thing to say. Henley turned around, his just-under-six-inch tool sticking up like a spike, his furry balls clinging to it. A smile was on his face, encouraging and complicit. “Anything you’ve been dreaming of doing to it, Bennett?”

I nodded, playing up the horny jock role. “Fuck yeah, sir. Eating it out, playing with it some…” I said, recounting the porn-fueled fantasies I’d developed in great detail. Maybe Coach H wouldn’t be up for all of it, but I was going for it. Putting it all out there. “… fucking it.”

I sensed Henley was real into the idea, all of it. But he also seemed apprehensive as his eyes swept up and down my half-naked form. “I get the feeling you’re pretty hung, Mikey,” he said, putting on a playful tone.

It’s true. I have a long dick, thick too, that looks out of proportion to my 5’9″ body. “Have a look, Coach,” I teased then pulled off my sweats and compression briefs.

Coach honest to god whistled as he saw my prick spring out and rise up from my crotch. “Damn, buddy… promise you’ll go easy on your coach.”

My heart pounded. “Scouts honor, sir,” I said, kicking off my underwear and standing in front of him full on naked and erect now, feeding off the realization I was about to fuck this authority figure and daddy extraordinaire. “Honest, Henley,” I growled, taking the liberty of calling him by his last name, like he did with me. “Getting in your ass is such a dream, I’ll fuck you however the hell you want.” Normally, the guys on the team didn’t curse with Coach. He could say hell, fuck, shit, damnit all he wanted as he chewed us out, but if we so much whispered a swear word we were running laps.

Things were different now. Henley gave me a friendly smirk and stepped up to me. I could feel the heat from his muscle-DILF coach bod seconds before our dicks made contact. “Think you can take it slow, Bennett? Like in practice… working on your patience.”

I chuckled and as I ran my hand up the swell of his bare lets my cock spurted out a sprtiz of precum. God, this was gonna be so good. “You’ll see so much game focus, Henley,” I replied, pressing my hard crotch into his.

We kissed. And I surprised Coach by going at it real soft. So fucking soft the dude actually moaned like a wounded animal. It was then that I knew how bad Henley wanted this, wanted it almost as much as I did. We made out, feeding off each other’s lust, getting deeper into the kiss before pulling back to the soft approach, then more sexual again. Like a roller coaster, getting higher with each ascent. His hands were now on my lean wrestler jock body, feeling up every inch he could get a hold off.

“You’re such a hot fucker, Mike,” he growled into my half open mouth. “I tried to my hands off you.”

“I like them on me, Coach,” I growled, now licking up the side of his corded neck. I’d like to think I had a plan for how to top my first daddy ass, but instead I just rode along a wave of teen-jock horniness and male instinct, copying some of the moves I’d seen in porn videos. I didn’t even know if I’d like licking ass. I knew it turned me on to watch in porn, but I guess you never know until face to face with the real thing.

But as I got face to face with Henley’s ass, watching the man spread his legs and pull him back to his chest, splaying out his hairy hole for me, I felt a primal rush and just started eating his ass. I was hooked and it took me a minute to realize maybe I should vary it up.

Finally, it took some willpower to pull off, but the view of that spit wet pucker, hairs matted down, was incredible. Coach handed me some lube and I fingered him, this time taking some instruction from him on when tio add another digit. In between I’d lube my cock up, too, not daring to touch it more than necessary. All the while, I went super slow, making sure Henley’s hole was good and relaxed.

“I wanna fuck you, Coach,” I hissed as I looked up in excitement to his face.

He nodded. “It’s been a while, kid,” he said. “Remember your promise.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied getting up into place and lining my dick up. I could see why Coach was admonishing to take it easy. I was so turned on and it would have been easy to just shove up into him. Instead, I nestled into the slick indentation of his man pucker and applied the most gradual of pressure.

I finally popped in and let out a loud, “Fuck!” Coach’s insides were vice tight and oven hot and I never felt more alive or turned on.

I worried I’d hurt Coach but he seemed to concentrate on something and pretty soon I felt his ass relax some. The guts unclenched and my dick just pushed in. Not fast, but uninterrupted, until I was balls deep.

“Oh damn, Mikey, you’re a big boy,” he hissed, clearly turned on but feeling a certain intensity.

“Yes, sir, Coach,” I replied, now running my hands along his outer thighs, coaxing him to relax into the fuck.

I took the initiative this time, sensing when the clenching around my cock grew less intense and less frequent. Slowly, I started pumping his ass. Several inches of jock dick with each stroke. It drove Henley wild.

“God yeah, stud, fuck me… fuck your Coach.”

His words encouraged me to pick up speed and go a little harder. I figured he could tell me to ease up if I went too far. “Feels so fucking good, Henley…”

I don’t know what possessed me to address him in a familiar way like that but it brought a knowing smile to his face. “You like taking me down a peg, dontya?” he laughed.

I nodded, feeling caught. “Yeah, pretty much.” My dick was now working in and out of his hole at a steady clip. I was having my first fuck and enjoying the hell out of it.

Henley’s authoritative bark returned. “Just remember I still call the shots outside of the bedroom, hear?”

“Yeah, Coach,” I replied. Then feeling the pleasure in my cock, which was rising steady but not too quickly, I added, “It’s not gonna take much for me to cum…”

Henley was stroking his own tool but released it and looked up at me. “Wanna try a different position, first?” he asked.

I nodded. I liked missionary and the ability to see Henley’s face as I dicked him, to see his furry hunky ex-wrestler body, but it was an understatement to say I was curious about other ways to have sex too.

I eased out of the man’s furry hole and watched as he maneuvered himself on to all fours. I’d fantasized about doggy position, a lot, but Henley’s backside was going to make this the fuck of all fucks, I decided. Meaty, furry globes jutted out from a defined back and knotted hamstrings. An ass like Coach’s should be illegal.

I gave him a second to settle in place, then fisted my cock once and lined it up to his asshole again. The entry was easy and it was off to the races. I fucked up into this hot daddy of a coach, excited and eager. But the angle was a little low, so I pulled out, hoisted his ass up and entered him again. The angle jabbed something in Coach, cause he yelled “oh fuck!” and his just pushed me out. Strong internal muscles expelled my dick, which cleared his reddened ring.

I was concerned for a second. “You OK, Coach?” I asked.

His face was beet red as he flipped over. “Yeah, I just came like a motherfucker that’s all,” he swore. Sure enough, the sheets were soaked with streaks of fresh cum.

I needed to get off now, bad, so I jerked my cock rapidly, taking in all of his hot body below me. Jets of my own seed fired out all over him.

“Aw yeah, Bennett… shoot that load… Fuck!” Coach wasn’t just buttering me up. He was genuinely impressed with my load.

We kissed for a minute after that and Henley asked if I wanted to shower off. He joined me in the shower and I loved every minute of the afterglow, soaping up Coach’s meaty body and feeling his hands on mine.

“Remember, no one can find out about this, Mike. And when we’re not fucking, I’m your Coach,” he said.

“You’re my Coach when I’m fucking you, too,” I smirked. “That’s what makes it so hot.”

Henley smiled. I knew he was feeling the same forbidden fruit thing on his end. Making it with one of his wrestlers.

“All right,” he smirked. “We’ll find a way to do this, a lot if you want. We just gotta be careful.”

***

It was a few days later before I fucked Henley again. We’d played it normal at school, and I worried we were being too distant with one another. But no one noticed a thing out of the blue.

Coach lived on his own. I was the one who’d have a hard time getting away. But come Wednesday I’d told my folks I was going over to my buddy Kevin’s to study. I’d barely gotten into my car when I called Coach.

“Hey, Bennett,” he answered. His normal Coach voice, but I sensed there was some anticipation, too.

“Hey Coach,” I greeted. “I have an hour or so if you’re free.” I’d have to go over to Kevin’s at some point.

“Yeah, I’m free Mike. Come on over. Just park on the street over and come in by the back.”

“Got it. See you soon Coach.”

Henley greeted me with just a towel wrapped around his waist. There’s something incredible about an ex-wrestler body and it was impressive how rippled Henley’s still was.

But his attention seemed on me as I slipped inside and shut the sliding glass door. “You’re such a handsome young man, Mikey,” he said softly, stepping up to me for a soft kiss. It was a gentler approach than I expected. Or maybe I was just in horny 18-year-old mode and didn’t know how to take it slow.

I was learning, though, responding to Coach’s kiss as my hand traveled up his bare sides gently. When we broke my heart was pounding a hundred beats a minute. “God, that’s hot,” I hissed.

Coach smiled. “I didn’t have the guts to ask you last time, but was that your first…”

I nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

The man seemed a little embarrassed. “You seemed to know what you were doing… I wasn’t sure.”

Never tell a top that. Particularly a young State Champ wrestler. My ego was already pretty big.

I smirked at him. “I just feel bad I didn’t get to see how you are at blowjobs, Henley.”

Coach shot me a “be careful” look but crouched right there in the kitchen and started undoing my jeans. I’d gone without underwear and my erection plopped right out. Coach hissed and felt it up a second before pulling me toward his lips.

I’d later learn that Henley wasn’t the best cocksucker in the world, at least compared to a real expert, but he was fine at it and to me it was all incredible. The soft lapping of his tongue, the gentle suction, the slupring sounds. The sight of his thinning hair, flecked with gray. I stood and leaned back a bit and enjoyed it all. I’d experienced head before but the fact that it was Henley doing the honors gave me an extra thrill.

I didn’t want to cum this way, though, so I tapped his shoulder to urge him off.

He held my spit-wet cock, eyes taking in my size. “You gonna fuck me with this bad boy again, Bennett?”

“You know I am, Coach,” I said.

Henley let out a sexy growl and stood up. “Follow me,” he barked and once again we were making our way back to his master bedroom. He took off the towel, and I saw his magnificent nakedness once again. As I stripped, he was already getting out the lube and then getting on the bed, his hard tool sticking up from his fur.

We connected skin to skin, dick to dick. It was as hot as before, or nearly so. We made out some and like before, I ate Coach out, fingered him, then pushed my cock inside him.

It had been only a few days since last time and his ass accepted me more readily this time. Before, Henley had held his legs back, but this time he rested them on my shoulders as I pumped him.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he said, like it had been months since our last fuck.

“You’re so hot, Coach,” I growled, getting up in him deeper, with more deliberate strokes now.

His eyes were wide as he looked up at me in lust. “Can’t believe you made a play for me, Bennett. Big goddamn set of balls on ya…”

I smiled. “Those balls are against your ass, Henley,” I growled, holding my cock deep in him for a few seconds to fully possess him.

“FUCK!” he growled. “That feels nice, buddy.”

I pulled back finally and resumed fucking. I was getting more and more turned on and felt Coach’s lust rising too.

Finally, I asked him. “Getting close, Coach?”

He nodded. “Pretty much…. feel like nailing me doggy again, Mikey? That drove me wild last time.”

“Hell yeah,” I said and even more adroitly than last time, we were repositioning, Henley on all fours, me covering close behind in my kneeling position. Only this time, I raised those hips high, and entered him.

“Fuck yes!” Henley barked. I was thrusting hard and hitting his p-spot directly. Hammering his pleasure button. It took about six strokes and once more Coach’s ass was pushing me out. I didn’t let him, though. Gripping his hips, I fucked through the clenching of his guts and was rewarded with the most intense feeling in my life. Like a sex-toy machine milking my hard dick with pulsing, rhythmic contractions. As I fucked Coach manically, sending more cum out of his balls, I gave it up, too, big time. I hadn’t nutted inside Henley last time, but he was getting good and sauced now.

I finally extracted myself and lay down next to Henley to make sure he OK. The sheets were absolutely soaked as he turned on his side. “Jesus, stud. That was like a whole goddamn minute of rolling orgasm. Second time out, huh?”

“Yeah, Henley,” I said proudly. “No way was I pulling out this time. I had to feel what it was like to breed you.”

He looked at me a little wistfully, like maybe he’d created a Frankenstein’s monster. Only, maybe he was more concerned with the monster I’d unleashed in him. “I’m being greedy, Mike,” he said.

“Whaddya mean?” I asked.

He gave me a lusty smirk. “I’m just imagining what it would be like to go all night with you.”

I thought I was satisfied, but his words made my dick fill out into a new erection. “You’d be able to take that Coach?” I asked. I was definitely surprised by the suggestion.

“I’d give it the college try,” he answered. “I haven’t cum like that, in well, forever.”

I looked at the clock. “I gotta go now, Coach, or I’d fuck you again now.”

He nodded and eased off the bed. “I’m just getting a little out of control.” Then looking down at the bed, he said, “Christ I’m gonna have to wash the sheets aren’t I?”

I chuckled. “They’re pretty fucking soaked, Coach.” Already I was pulling my jeans on again and picking up my shirt.

I enjoyed this part of the sex too, the regular guy banter with Coach after the act. Easing back to our normal roles with each other, but also sharing a new intimacy. I made sure I had everything, and Coach walked me back to the sliding door.

“There’s this app, Bennett,” he said at last. “If you think you can download it without it being a problem, it’s safer to message that way.” He gave me the name of it and his handle.

That made sense, and I knew I’d be using it from here on out.

I got the sense Henley wasn’t in this for romance so I actually gave him a fist bump when we parted. I walked back to the car and knew I had to wipe the cocky look off my face or Kevin would know something was up.

Fortunately precalc is pretty much a boner killer, so I was back to normal as Kevin and I worked on our assignment. We weren’t dumb jocks, but we were both solid B students with parents who wanted us to be solid A students, and both of us sucked at math. We worked on our problem set and shot the breeze for a while, and by 10 I left.

Back home I downloaded the app Coach mentioned and shot him a message.

“Too bad you couldn’t go a second time, Mikey,” Henley wrote after a few back and forths.

“Damn Henley. Would have loved that.” Then, “You have such a hot fucking ass.”

I got a smiley face in return then. “Away game is next week. An overnighter. Gonna assign you to be stuck in my room.”

“That you said we had to be careful.” I was half teasing him, but I was concerned for real. I didn’t want this good thing to end, for any reason.

“Just this once and we’ll be good, Bennett.”

“Can’t wait, Coach.”

Henley didn’t write any more and I guess there wasn’t too much more to say. I’d get an all-night session boning Coach and hopefully learn a couple more of his triggers. I stripped down for bed and pulled down my briefs too. And slowly I worked my cock with my hand, reliving in vivid detail the evening’s fuck.

With an impish smile, I got an idea. I picked up my phone again and took a picture of my still firm dick and the spray of cum all over my ripped jock belly. I figured the messaging app was private, so I fired it Coach’s way.

It was few minutes later when I got a message in return. That glorious, firm hairy belly of Henley’s coated with his own seed.

“Sleep tight, Mikey,” was all he wrote.

Three Men

Peter

Phil and I made love again in the morning. This time more romantically and less “Thank you Sir, may I have another!” Afterwards I drove to the Sinful Squirt. Sucked off two old dudes and bought myself a leather jock and a red T-shirt with the word, “Top” on it. 

That Moorecock kid flirty with me. Said, I seemed different today and flashed a sexy smile. Without so much as a word, I locked the front door. Spun him around, put his hands on the glass counter, pulled his pants down then tore a hole in the butt of his briefs. Reaching to the lube display, I opened one. Bathed his hole in lube. 

And then I released the Kraken, my pulsating cock bounced out of my boxers and up the kid’s very loose hole. Heard myself say, “that hole needs a fist.” Bang! Bang! Splash! Splash! His cum all over the glass case.

Driving home, I felt different after last night my heart and soul  changed this young man. A man getting to know himself. I ‘member Dad calling me “girly” years ago. And in hindsight … I was pretty femmy at 12.

When I saw Phil’s ass last night posed on the bed waiting for me, I heard my penis say, that’s yours … take it. It was mine. He presented his boy pussy to me, like a love slave. It gave me power. I could have done anything to him last night or on the next date. I’m his Daddy, in a way. I couldn’t be a bottom. I couldn’t do what he loved doing last night. Begging to me to dominate him. 

Maybe that’s what I’ve always wanted but feared it. Domination is just another word for “Control.” Bingo! I wanted to be in control of man butt, my career … my life and everything!
I looked forward to fucking my butch brother and gay Dad! This whole week from our brotherly discovery to watching Dad’s big dick fucking a hot dude had to be leading up to something …

Dick

My emotional reaction to being dominated by my father showed me a different side of my personality. I’m always pushing … planning, getting homework done, Mowing lawn, Right Now! Let’s do this. Move forward. Push. Push. I have pushed around my friends and Sweety Petey. Just me nagging my Dad about his fucking underwear. God, I must be so anal retentive!

The other night with father’s huge prick buried deep in my virginal hole, I tasted the freedom of just “Letting Go!” Letting someone else be the leader of the band. And from now on, I want to ride on the wind … free and easy. No more planning. No hustle and bustle. I desired to continuing have sex with Dad, but didn’t know how he felt. We didn’t talk about our tryst the next day. He only said, “You took my schlong like a professional.”

Finally, I longed to go to a gay bar. We’d never get into any of the gay bars in Big Top City. But a buddy, Harry Balls Jr, goes to a hick town called Redneck Hollow to spend summer with his Dad. He’s talked about a cool gay place called Joe’s Bar that has gay strippers. I am looking forward to walking into a room where everybody is a cocksucker. And some will desire me before they know my name. Getting picked up has got to be such mental thrill. Not knowing this person yet becoming intimate, nekked sucking cock. Okay, I gotta stop thinking. My cock is so hard, I gotta whack off. I headed to my room.

Bent

I saw Dick come out of the den heading for the stairs. “Hey son, got a minute?” There was a crooked smile on his face, “have any plans tonight, son?”

“Saturday night, probably watching Svengoolie, the movie is Invaders from Mars.”

“Which one? 1958?” I asked.

“1986 with Karen Black.”

“Naw ’58 is better, son. Anyway I scored a bag of Sour Diesel. I thought we’d get high and play poker in the basement tonight. I’m making Baby Back Ribs, oven fries and okra for dins. “

“Okay, I’m gonna go jack off.” Dick confessed.

“I wouldn’t do that son. Trust me.”

He smiled feeling a tingle in his dick, “okay, dad. Have you seen Petey?”

“Yes, I don’t know what happened on his sleepover date last night, but … don’t call him Petey. We’ll get the story out of him after a few Cape Cods. He’s in your bedroom.” 

I smiled at him as I watched his fine ass jiggling as he went up the stairs. Peter met him at the top. They hugged, and shared tongues. Peter squeezed his brother’s ass.

My dick went nuclear.

The girl I knocked up in college left my baby twins with me junior year. They were infants. My parents were awesome. 

But I never finished school. Took one dumb job after another. Nothing mattered but my boys. To discover they got the gay gene made me the happiest homo on Earth. One of many things I had to learn as the gay father of two. I had to learn how to cook. I bought books. So many other things, a single parent’s job is never done. I know one day they will leave me, and they should. A part of me will always be in their hearts.

“Dad you are the best cook ever.” Dick finished putting away the dishes.

“Agreed.” Peter nodded.

“Alright youngings, get into your favorite pair of underwear and let’s get stoned. Peter, Cape Cod? 

The boy nodded. “Dick, whiskey seven?”

“Yep, see you downstairs!”

The basement was our Man Cave. I built the bar with my boys. Poker table and three over-sized soft chairs in front of the TV. I smoked some weed. Dick and Peter bounced down the steps, their bulges wiggling delightfully. I passed out drinks. “Okay boys the underwear I’m wearing I love, no fly, nice fit brief. They come with a story.”

Dick started laughing. “Okay Dad I’ll tell the tale.” Dick turned to Peter, “…  You sucked a cock before you left. The next cock that came through the hole, was Dad’s dick and I gave him a damn good blowjob. I recognized his torn Hanes briefs so I bought him some new underwear. And I think it’s hot that I did it.”

“You sucked off Dad?! I love it!”

I passed the Bong around the table and just laughed together. “Next!”

Peter stood up wearing the Top T-shirt and red briefs. “I stole these undies from Coach’s apartment last night. They were in his hamper. I still haven’t washed them.” Dick knelt and inhaled his brother’s crotch.

“Bro, you smell very sexy!” Dick licked his brother’s bulge and stood up.

“Dick, you’re sporting a woody.” I pointed out.

“These underwears are a little old, little tight, a while back Dad and I were wrestling around, I got so hard and dumped a small load in them. I never washed them and wear them rarely.”

Peter dropped to his knees, pulled his brother’s briefs down to his ankles and swallowed Dick’s … dick. 

I leaned back in the chair and pulled out my growing fattie. “Suck ’em slow, son” Peter’s sucking waned to a steady washing of his brother’s cool tool while I beat my meat.”

Eventually, I got on my knees and moved behind Peter. I rubbed his butt and teased his boy hole. I didn’t care that he called himself a top, he had to bottom at least one time.

Peter’s head whipped around causing Dick’s wang to plop out of his mouth. “Okay, here’s the dealo Papa. I will let you fuck my meathole but you gotta let me fuck you, Daddy!”

Instantly I leaned in, planted my lips on his, Pete slipped his tongue into my mouth after I said, 

“Deal!!!”

Pointing to his big ole cockus, “Dick needs mouth!” Peter accommodated. I removed Peter’s stolen briefs and started playfully groping his boy hole. I leaned in and licked Dick’s hard-on, Peter’s tongue and mine danced together around his beautiful manhood. Twice we kissed. Dick just moaned loudly.

Game change. I instructed Dick to suck my biggie as I stood up making him bend over. Peter was quick to realize he was getting to fuck his brother’s pink anus. “Dad, you’ve fucked him. Hard? Soft? Or first time?

Dick spoke out! “Pound my ass brother. I bought a Dildo yesterday. I been practicing. By the way that Moorecock dude at Squirts, he’s a bottom.”

“I know I fucked him up against the counter. That’s where I got this Top shirt and a leather jock! Oh, and I sucked off two guys.”

My beautiful sons. “No Daddy could be prouder.” “This conversation is so fucking hot, I really think one of ya ought to write a story and upload it to GayDemon. I love their porn. They like stuff like us. Whatcha call gay incest.”

The sound of healthy butt pounding rose in the air mixed with the slurping mouths on wet dicks and the drool coming outta Dick’s mouth while he devoured my fat cock. It went on for 15 minutes or more.

Peter’s face went tense. He was close to splat time. I cleared my throat, “okay boys, pull back. Too early to cum. Besides I got me some ideas.”

The bong was passed around. We all swapped some spit and made fresh drinkies. “Okay,” I started. “Here’s how we begin. Both of you grab an arm of the arm chair, rub up against each other. I’m coming from behind and will alternatively fuck both of your holes. Cumming in both, of course.” I showed no restraint in slamming my cock into my son Dick, while my son Pete sucked off his brother.

I approached Pete from behind. I would be gentle. Lubed a finger, slowly inched it up his virgin hole. Added more lube. Peter devoured his brothers cock. I began. Never has my big dick head pushed up against such a sweet small white hole. Moaning like a boy, Peter took every inch I fed him up his homo tunnel like a winner. At one point he grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them. I unloaded a ton of my spooge up his very tight hole. Pulled out and wiped.

Naked I stood in front of Peter presenting my willing ass. “Okay, baby boy, my hole is all yours.” I bent over a chair exposing my pink hole. Dick grabbed my cock and started licking me. Peter approached me slowly. I felt the first inexperience move, he tried to put his cock in me … without lube. 

Not good.

The second attempt worked much better. His stiff cock breached my rim and slowly slid up my hole. Felt nice, like a slick finger fucking a tight tunnel. Dick knelt next to me and we made-out. Peter stayed strong, banging my back door. Pulled out and came over everything in the immediate area. So much boy juice! LOL! Got a splash across my face, Tasted wonderfully.

So im a chubby white guy. Very small penis of corse. I was taken to Buffalo Ny one sat night by a black king that uses me on a regular. He told me i would be giving it all up and that i will bow down and do what im told. Im a very sub, very kinky guy. I like forced, rape, hard core humiliation and pain. 

But this night i had no idea what was about to happen to me. I go to this bar. I was pulled out of the car by 2 black guys. On the way there my black king stripped me to my panties and a bra i had on. When i got pulled out of the car i was walked, by my hair to the door and pushed in. 

The door locked behind me. I was standing there in pink panties and a white bra. This place was jam packed. At least 100 black men. I got scared. I know i was about to get it good. A couple of guys walked up to me and started calling me names, spitting in my face. 

Grabbing all over me, grabbing my ass, my crotch, s.acking my ass hard and my face. I was surrounded by black men. I started to cry right away. Begging them to stop. I got slammed on the pool table and my panties got tore off. Everyone started to laugh. I have an innie penis. So theres nothing there but some white nuts and they started to beat on them. 

Making me cry more and beg more. Finally it started. I was pushed to my knees and a cock right into my mouth. I was violently face fucked until i was gagging, puking, everyone was spitting in my face. I had a cock in each hand and 2 in my mouth. I was picked up and slammed on my back on the pool table. 

One of them lubbed up my pussy and they started fucking me with a pool stick. It was a violent fucking. Along with other things they stuck up in me. They started to piss all over me. Then they took rope and tied my legs, spread apart to the celing with me on my back. Then my arms were tied. I was screaming and crying and begging for them to stop all night. I was beat good. 

They took turns smacking me between my legs. The louder a would scream the harder i would get a smack between my legs. They started to fuck me up the ass. Pounding them big black cocks up in my hole. I like pain but this pain was crazy. 

Then one guy started to fuck my mouth. I took many slaps across the face as well. A lot of spit. So much spit i couldnt open my eyes. I got there about 9ish. I layed on that table taking cock after cock, load after load until almost 2 am. Finally i was untied. I was pulled to the floor. I couldnt stand up. I had so much cum in me that when i tried to get up on my knees cum would just squirt out of my pussy. Well, little did i know what they were about to do to me. 

They brought 3 dogs in the bar. I was down on all fours. The first dog jumped right on me and stuck his cock right up my ass and started to fuck me. I have never felt so nasty then i felt this night. I felt violated, badly. As that dog was fucking me they brought the other one around front and force me to suck it cock. I felt so degraded. 

He told me to start sucking thay dogs cock or he was going to fuck me with his gun. But he did that later anyway. But i started to give the dog head. It was nasty. The dog fucking me cam in my ass and dogs have a knot. You cant get the dogs dick out until he goes soft. But the guy kept pulling on the dog coller and it would try to yank it out in return made me scream. 

The dog blew his load in my mouth and i had to swallow it all. The dog that was in me was finally able to get its dick out. That hurt bad. The other one mounted me and fucked me and nutted in me. Same thing. They pulled it and made me scream. When they all got off. 

They put me on my back. They held my legs down and spread them apart. Another guy held my arms. They put peanut butter on my clit and nuts and let the dogs chew it off of me. They were fighting over it and they chewed on my nuts and tip of my penis. Again i was screaming, crying and begging. They were finally done at almost 4 in the morning. 

They drug me out the back door, threw me on the ground and about 10 or 15 guys pissed all over me. I was beat and raped for hours. My now owner put me in the back seat. And drove me home. He told me that was me being fucked into submission. 

That he ownes me now. Now my ass cheek has a tattoo on my right butt cheek, BLACK OWNED. So im his honky pig now. Im on the shot, i dont get hard no more, my penis has shrunk a lot. I have tits, almost a C cup. Ive been sissified. Like all white faggs soon will be. Im black owned. 

Thrusting, his fat, hard cock wildly stretching the puckered hole under him, Patrick looked down at his sprawled partner, at the smooth flat chest and pink nipples, at the wide-opened blue eyes staring at him, at the partly opened mouth and fantastically sexy lips. He lowered his hairy and sweating chest between the spread legs, pressing on the naked body under him, as he pounded harder and deeper, grunting, their bodies squishing. He plastered his lips on the pouting mouth, pushing his tongue inside, tasting his lover’s juice, as his cock fucked deep. His hips plunged in and out of the eager butt hole underneath him as his upper crotch and belly pressed and rubbed on his lover’s balls and hard erection.

Patrick moaned into the lustful kiss, burying ever deeper inside Reggie’s ass, grinding onto the exposed butt cheeks, when he suddenly felt that his cock was starting to get limp. Raising himself on both arms, he pressed deeper into Reggie. He couldn’t believe that he was losing his erection in the middle of a hard, beautiful fuck. Never had he lost it, in the seven or eight years that he had been sexually active, whether jerking off, throating a mouth, fucking a pussy, or fucking an ass, never had Patrick gone limp before emptying his nuts. Actually, he had most often gone for seconds and thirds without totally losing his hardness.

Patrick desperately attempted to resume the fucking as he felt his dick slide out, but to no avail. With a plop, his thick eight-incher sloppily slid out of Reggie’s hole. Patrick rolled over off his lover, whose legs remained raised and spread, and he lay on his back next to him, his breathing fast and heavy, his body covered with sweat, his whole being shocked and confused.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Patrick whispered without looking at his lover. With his peripheral vision, he saw Reggie lower his legs and slowly turn his back to him, going into a fetal position, his furry, bubbled butt slightly touching Patrick’s hips. Patrick heard sobs.

Patrick laid a hand on Reggie’s waist, feeling the trembling body of his lover. He spooned the butt, pressing his crotch and limp cock onto the proffered cheeks.

“There’s another,” Reggie whimpered, not asking, but saying it as a statement, his tone filled with accusation and bitterness.

“Oh, no, baby,” Patrick grinded on Reggie’s butt, his dick refusing to respond with an instant raging erection, as it usually had. “Reggie, please, baby. I love you.”

“I can tell,” Reggie responded, trying to slide away from the grabbing hand and the grinding crotch. Reggie suddenly got out of bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom. Patrick watched, his eyes tearing, as his lover for the past year disappeared into the bathroom. Through the closed bathroom door, Patrick could hear Reggie sobbing. What the hell happened? He looked down at his crotch, at the limp cock, hanging piteously over his balls.

At 24 years, Patrick wondered how he could lose his erection during a fucking session. Patrick was a stud. His pride and joy, his cock, had never failed him. He would invariably remain erect after shooting a load and resume his fucking, using his creamy cum as lubricant until he emptied another load into the hole he buried his thick cock in. Even then, he had never gone totally limp like now. He had always maintained at least a semi-hard erection. Reggie had often joked, albeit with loving wonder, about Patrick’s strong libido.

As a teacher assistant in the local college, Patrick had been drawn to Reggie when he was checking the roster of names for a mid-term exam he was proctoring for one of his professors. Reginald III. He had wondered what a guy with such a name looked like. The image of one of the brawny princes from Game of Thrones came into his mind as he scanned the exam hall, trying to locate this Reginald the Third. Using the seating chart, he hadn’t believed that the scrawny kid that filled Reginald III’s seat was actually a Reginald III. Patrick had watched the kid throughout the exam time. The smooth, concentrated face, the pouting lips, the concentrated look, all of the kid’s attitudes had attracted Patrick. Opposites attracted opposites. Reginald the Third was the exact opposite of the brawny, muscled, hairy Patrick.

As Reginald III handed in his exam paper, on a whim, Patrick had gazed into the kid’s blue eyes and whispered, “Meet me in the cafeteria. Coffee is on me.”

Reginald III hadn’t shown any reaction, except that Patrick had found the kid sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria, alone, waiting. It had only taken the time for them to finish their coffee that the two knew that they were going to fuck.

So what the fuck had just happened? Patrick had been pounding away, filled with lust, and then his dick went limp on him. Incredulously he looked down at his crotch, his hand slowly moving to grab his cock. Nothing! Confused, he lay back, his heart pounding.

Reggie came out of the bathroom, pulled on his jockeys and jeans, grabbed his shoes and shirt and looked at his naked lover lying on the bed on his back.

“When you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me,” he said with a trembling voice.

Patrick jumped out of bed and grabbed Reggie, pulling him in a tight hug.

“Don’t leave, baby,” he begged, kissing Reggie’s neck. “I love you. There is no other one. I love you. Please stay.”

Reggie pushed Patrick away and stared at the green, teary eyes. He suddenly grabbed Patrick’s hanging dick and pressed on it. “You might convince yourself, Patrick, but this dick is more honest than you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Patrick heaved. “You can’t have doubts about my feelings towards you. Please, baby, come back to bed. I love you. Don’t go.”

Patrick pulled Reggie onto the bed and spooned him, pressing on him, kissing and licking his neck. Without turning around, Reggie said, “Can I know who it is?”

“Believe me, Reggie, there is no one,” he held him tight, trembling.

“Then fuck me, you bastard!” There was anger in the 18-year old boy. “Your dick never failed. I used to complain how thick it was, how it ripped me, how hard it got, rock-hard; just by touching it, it would erect like a dragon. Patrick, fuck me!” Reggie burst out in tears.

Patrick felt his cock erect as he pressed on Reggie’s butt. He fumbled and pulled down the jeans and jockeys and pushed his now-hard cock between Reggie’s thighs. Reggie pressed back onto Patrick’s crotch, squeezing his thighs on the throbbing rod. “Oh, Patrick, yes, oh God, yes, you’re so hard. Oh, fuck my ass.”

Patrick prodded the exposed hole raising Reggie’s leg, and he entered him. With one vicious thrust, he buried his cock into the bowels of his lover as Reggie let out a scream.

“I love you, baby,” Patrick said, starting to fuck. His explosion after five minutes of intense fucking was wild and volcanic. Streams of cum emptied inside Reggie’s body. Squirt after squirt shot out of Patrick’s nuts through his hard cock, as if endlessly. When he started to settle, his cock still inside Reggie, flexing, he held onto his lover with both arms. Slowly Reggie moved away, Patrick’s cock sliding out, still erect. Without hesitation, Reggie bent down and took Patrick into his mouth, sucking, slobbering, and a minute or two later, another huge load shot down his thirsty throat.

“That’s the stud I love,” Reggie smiled, licking his lips, his hand still around the semi-hard, fat cock, lightly pressing on it.

Patrick grabbed Reggie by the hair and pulled him down to him, forcing his mouth with his tongue hungrily, probing and sucking and moaning. He erected again.

“Fuck, Patrick,” Reggie pulled away, stroking the hard rod. He immediately straddled Patrick’s crotch, lowering himself onto the raging man cock, pushing down on the whole shaft, his ass still not dry of the huge load he had had. He rode Patrick’s dick ferociously, his own cock bouncing up and down, his balls pressing on Patrick’s thick bush, his smooth chest glistening with sweat. Reggie came all over Patrick’s hairy chest, clamping on the hard rod inside his ass, feeling it getting thicker and exploding inside him. Reggie bent and kissed Patrick violently. With the cock still deep in his ass, Reggie whimpered into Patrick’s mouth, “Don’t leave me, baby. Just don’t fucking leave me.”

Reggie stayed the night and they fucked and fucked, Patrick’s cock not losing its usual lust. But Patrick was worried. There was no one in his love life other than Reggie. He loved the kid. All the time they had been together, he was totally into him. Reggie had that smooth, slim body that turned Patrick on even when fully clothed. In addition to that, Reggie also had a very smart sense of humor that Patrick was so fond of. Even when not fucking, being with Reggie was heavenly for Patrick. He would develop erections even after fucking and just lounging and chatting.

Still, his losing his erection while fucking his boy disturbed Patrick to no end. True, he was able to perform wildly since that horrible time, but the fact remained. His ever-erecting cock had gone limp inside the tight ass of the one he loved deeply.

So what the fuck happened to him? Patrick thought back, trying to find out the reason for that unprecedented shit! As a young man of 24, Patrick was tall and handsome, with a fit, attractive male body and a striking face with expressive green eyes. He was now on a graduate scholarship majoring in translation, with a fluent knowledge of French, Italian, and Spanish besides his native English. He could read and translate both Greek and Latin and now he was working on Arabic alphabet and sounds, totally alien to the other languages he knew. The teaching assistantship he had, along with the weekend bar tending, left him financially satisfied, enough to rent a small studio apartment when he moved out of his uncle’s place where he had spent the years after his parents’ tragic death in a train accident in Spain.

Patrick had one older sister, married with two boys, whom he visited for Thanksgiving and Christmas and who was their favorite uncle. He had come out to his sister when he was 15 years old, confessing to her his attraction to men. Her understanding and her feelings of responsibility for her baby brother after their parents’ death made her more open to his homosexual tendencies, especially since both had suspected that their bachelor uncle was gay.

His endowment, he later learned when he started to become sexually active, had given him more confidence in himself. His cock at just short of 20 cms in length (8 inches), and more than 15 cms (6 inches) in girth was a source of jealousy among the men he showered with in the gym and a source of lustful pleasurable pain among the men he fucked. Even flaccid, his cock thickness and length were impressive. And his performance in bed was even more impressive, leaving most of the men he fucked fully satiated, sore ass and all.

If that was so, if Patrick was healthy and well off and educated and hung, what was the matter with him? Maybe that was a fluke. A fluke? Losing erection in the middle of a hot fuck? No fucking way! It could not have been a fluke. True that he was traumatized when his parents died, but he had always remembered them with tenderness and had never felt bitter, accepting the accident as destiny. His parents had left both him and his sister with a healthy bank account that he had not even needed or touched. So, damn it! Why?

Patrick’s self-reflection led him nowhere near an explanation, except the fluke idea, which he wouldn’t really accept. Reggie never alluded to the event and always gloried under him as he pounded his ass or fucked his throat. But Patrick knew that Reggie was having doubts. There was no way that he could drive those doubts away from his lover’s mind. All he could do was to fuck him harder and deeper.

Still he needed to know. He racked his brain for a reason. For Christ’s sake, this might happen to him if he’d been 60 years old not when he was 24 and so virile.  He went online and googled “erectile dysfunction causes.” None of the listed causes applied to him. Heart problems, diabetes, prostate, drugs, alcohol, smoking, obesity, medication. Damn it! Other than the occasional cigarette, especially after fucking, or a beer or a glass of wine every now and then, Patrick was as healthy as a bull.

He was also free of stress, frustration or depression. He wasn’t worried about his studies or his jobs or his financial status or his prospects. As he browsed through the material on the net, a sudden thought struck him.

Was he considering bottoming for Reggie? Was that it? Did he want to getfucked instead of fucking? But he enjoyed fucking ass immensely. The few times he had inserted his finger up his own hole in the shower while masturbating had not done anything to him. It hadn’t been erotic. It had felt like he wanted to shit. But maybe a cock was different?

He was so confused. His masculinity was on the line. He scratched his head and sipped the energy drink he was having in a bar. Reggie had gone home for the weekend and Patrick was feeling lonely. The man sitting at the bar at an angle to him kept glancing his way. Was he being picked up? The idea excited him. He thought about Reggie. But the guy studying him was much manlier, with a beard, muscled. He even detected some kind of tattoo on the man’s hand. Why not? He suddenly thought. Why the fuck not? He looked at the man and smiled. The man appeared to be perhaps his age or a year older. And he had a handsome face, enhanced by the beard.

The man raised his glass. Patrick nodded and sipped in return.

Back in his apartment, Patrick acted the total bottom. He sucked the man’s cock and then offered his ass. The man plowed him hard and deep. Patrick whimpered but did not scream when his virgin hole was penetrated or when later it was wrecked. When the man left, Patrick lay on his belly, his cock limp under him, his ass sore, his lust unsatisfied. He rolled on his back and touched his dick, cupping his balls. No, he was not a bottom. That was for sure. It wasn’t any of the causes he had researched. He had read that: “Having erection trouble from time to time isn’t necessarily a cause for concern.” This gave him a breath of relief. He stroked and erected immediately, which he wasn’t able to do when he was sucking the man’s dick or when that dick was ploughing his ass. His load was humongous as he shot all over his bare, hairy chest, the first couple of squirts hitting his face and chin, the vivid image of Reggie’s butt in his mind.

Some ten minutes later, still naked, his cum drying into his chest hair and pubes, Patrick picked up the phone and called Reggie.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, lover,” Reggie’s effeminate voice came through.

“What you doin’?” Patrick said as his cock started to erect, still slimy from his earlier load.

“Pining for you,” Reggie snickered.

“Can you go somewhere and get naked for me?” Patrick stroked his hard cock.

“Baby, I’d get naked for you in the middle of Times Square!”

“Get the fuck naked Reg, and talk sexy to me.”

“Ohhh, my lover boy is horny.”

“Stop shitting with me. I want to cum. Up your ass. Fuck your brains. I want to rape you, you piece of hot ass.”

“I’m naked Pat,” came Reggie’s husky voice over the phone.

“Wait.” Patrick panted. “Get on Skype. I want to see your ass.”

“OOOO,” Reggie crooned when he saw Patrick’s cock, hard and covered with cum. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Pat. I want to eat it so bad baby.”

When Patrick exploded, he didn’t care that his cum covered his laptop’s screen, hitting Reggie’s image right at his exposed hole.

Still, Patrick was a little bit concerned.

As Patrick pulled out of Reggie’s ass two days later when Reggie returned, he heaved and lay on his back next to Reggie, his cock still hard and slimy with cum, plastered up on his belly, reaching almost up to his belly button. His hairy flat chest glistened with sweat, his abdominals rippling with the heavy panting.

Without turning around, Reggie mumbled: “What happened the other night, Pat?”

Fuck, Patrick thought, surprised at Reggie’s concern. He had brought himself to believe that the fiasco had gone and forgotten. Apparently, that was not the case.

Patrick turned sideways towards Reggie, spooning him, an arm around Reggie’s waist, his hand caressing his lover’s smooth chest. As if in answer to Reggie’s question, Patrick prodded his boyfriend’s small back with his hard cock.

“Baby, I love you,” he said into Reggie’s neck, nudging. “And there is no one else other than you.” He winced a little when he said this, remembering the night with the man from the bar. His ass twitched and squeezed tight at the memory. But that had not been love. It had just been a spur of the moment attempt at proving to himself that his masculinity, his virility, was intact.

“Fuck me again,” Reggie said pressing back on Patrick’s throbbing rod. “Make love to me, Pat. Fuck me. Love me. Oh Pat, fuck me.”

Patrick fucked his boy. It was his third penetration in a row since Reggie returned, his cock never losing its erection even after he had emptied his balls deep inside his lover’s ass over and over. And it was even sweeter, more fulfilling, this time. Not once, as he banged the offered ass, thrust after thrust, did Patrick consider going limp. And he didn’t. He filled his boyfriend with his third load, remained inside him, flexed his cock in the tunnel, and resumed pumping for a fourth bout of hot anal sex.

His cock was sore, but still semi-hard when he stepped under the hot water in the shower. There was nothing wrong with his manhood. He had just fucked and cummed four times and would have continued fucking forever, like the battery rabbit. He felt his dick quiver and it took him an effort not to jack off. Reggie seemed to be relieved.

But why had it happened? Patrick wondered, repeatedly.

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Has it ever happened to you? Have you wondered why? Have you learned the cause? Email me so I can tell my man Patrick and set his mind at ease. Simon

Even during the nineteen-eighties, there were archaic laws about homosexuality in the country where I lived. I won’t bore you with all the statutes, but having sex with a male under the age of nineteen, was a big ‘no-no.,’ For my sins, I began a relationship with an eighteen-year-old named Leo. He was beautiful and a big lad, standing six-foot tall. He wasn’t effeminate but preferred playing the passive role in bed. I had always been versatile and loved flip-flopping with all my partners.

Leo, above all, had one feature that placed him above most other men. He had the biggest cock I had ever personally seen on a man. It was very long and ultra-thick. From time to time, I managed to convince him to take the dominant role and had quite a few damaged pillows with chunks bitten out of them. It felt like a gum pole shoved up your backside when he fucked you.

Regrettably, Leo had a friend named Cooper whom I really did not care for and had to tolerate from time to time. Cooper was effeminate and mouse-like. I knew that he had an enormous crush on Leo, but the feelings were not reciprocal. Sex with Leo, however, was well worth the aggravation.

They had fallout months later, and the conniving Cooper informed Leo’s religious family about his relationship with me. That is when all hell broke loose, and the ‘unpleasant’ experience that the title of this story alludes to, happened.

***

At work one Friday afternoon at three-thirty, two police officers entered the furniture store I managed. Summarily, I got arrested for having sex with a minor. The owner of my store was visiting the business at the time and so was able to hand over the keys of the business to him.

Unfortunately, late as it was on a Friday, there was no way that bail could get arranged before Monday and I would be locked up in a police cell for the entire weekend. The store owner promised to meet at the court on Monday to sort out my bail.

After getting processed at the police station, I shortly found myself in a cell with two other inmates. As I entered the cell, two beds were arranged lengthways to my left, upon which my fellow inmates were seated. I instantly sat on the vacant bed to the right. Beyond that, a toilet and basin got positioned beyond the foot of the bed. 

Aaron, the elder of the two cellmates. He looked like a no-nonsense individual. He was thirty-eight years old and a repeat offender. Aaron was not huge but tough-looking and unattractive. Aaron got arrested on a housebreaking charge, and he felt sure that he would be put away for five-nine years after his court case.

Blake, the other inmate, was a slim youngster. He was twenty and rather attractive. He had been caught attempting to steal a vehicle and was told by Aaron, ‘the expert in these matters,’ that he would be put away for three-six months. There was a strange dynamic between my two cellmates. They had got locked up three hours earlier. It was almost as if a sexual tension hung in the cell. Angst as I was, however, I did not pay much heed to my instincts. I was too nervous given my dilemma, to read too much into their body language.    

I did not discuss my charge with them and upset as I was, I lay on the bed with my hands covering my face. Respectfully, they left me to myself and continued chatting among themselves. After dinner, if you could call it that, they continued with their conversation till lights-out at nine p.m.

There was a powerful outside light situated near our cell window. Even after lights-out, the room was well illuminated. As I lay on my side facing away, my Monday court appearance worried me. Sleep did also not befriend me, and the bright light illuminating our cell was not helping.

After an hour, one of the guards made what I would later learn was his final inspection, for the night. About to drift off to sleep, I heard a commotion behind me.

Turning my head, I saw Blake face down with two cushions under his stomach and Aaron thrusting into his backside. Aaron was on his knees behind Blake, having secured both Blake’s wrists in his left hand. Aaron then hammered his hand on the small of Blake’s back a few times, as Blake grunted with pleasure. Aaron had the manic look of a predator subjugating its quarry. His tongue was fully extended and hung off his bottom lip in a lascivious fashion. This lustful look would become his signature during the following two days.

I had only ever had consensual sex, but this animalistic display made me wild with lust. It was like watching a wolf that had strayed into a residential area and found a small dog in heat. It was scarily primeval and intoxicatingly ‘brutal.’ Vanquished, Blake whimpered as his ‘tormentor’ relentlessly stabbed into him. My level of excitement frightened me.

I arose as if in a trance. After pushing my underpants down, I walked over to them with my dick fully erect. I could tangibly taste Aaron’s machismo as he pumped into his conquered victim. Almost instinctively, I mounted Blake’s torso, and facing Aaron, I secured Blake’s hands under my thighs. As Aaron mercilessly speared into Blake, we gripped one another’s heads and locked our lips together. Smearing each other’s faces with spit, we dribbled onto our prey’s back.

Changing positions a while later, I entered Blake from behind. Aaron then told Blake that he was going to face-fuck him. After slapping Blake’s face, Aaron threatened to tear his head off if he felt teeth. As our captive gagged on Aaron’s dick his face kept getting slapped by Aaron.

“Relax your throat muscles, bitch. Prison awaits you,” Aaron barked.

Thrust, slap, thrust, slap, thrust, slap. Finally, with Aaron’s cock entirely down Blake’s throat, I took up the action, slapping Blake’s butt and telling him to clench his cheeks as I speared into him.

The boy was a natural, and shortly my dick was getting the proper attention it deserved. Again Aaron and I locked lips as our kissing frenzy continued.

After a while, Aaron asked if I wanted him to fuck me, “Fuck yeah,” I answered.

After moving around to my backside, Aaron’s anal assault on me was soon underway. Simultaneously, I pulled our fuck-bunnies torso up, and with my arms enfolding Blake, I soon got to work on his neck, shoulders, and ears. As the little fuck finally getting into the swing of things. I began tugging on his dick and slapping his balls as I fucked him.  

With Aaron’s arms extended under my arms and around both our bodies, Aaron began tweaking Blake’s nipples. As our daisy chain vacillated lustfully, contented sighs emanated from all three, as Aaron supplied all the momentum needed.

This weekend had just turned into the most heavenly dilemma of my life. In these circumstances, I was experiencing more ecstasy than I ever knew possible. Coordinating our ejaculations, we huffed and puffed as our loads exploded simultaneously. Dripping sweat and with the cell smelling like a musty gym, we finally made our way back to our beds.

For a long while, I lay on my bed thinking about the scene I had just experienced. Distraught yet elated, what had just happened invigorated me. Drifting off, I happily thought about the next two days of my incarceration. This ordeal was becoming one of the most rewarding weekends of my life.

When I awoke in the early hours of the following morning, I needed to piss. On the way back to my bed, I looked at Blake’s inviting body. He was lying on his stomach with his underpants. With my cock fully erect, I began to remove his underwear. As my body closed on him he awoke and began protesting, “No, please, not again, please,” he uttered.

Whispering in his ear, I asked if he wanted me to wake Aaron. Whimpering a mock sigh of defeat, he allowed my knees to push his legs apart. He gasped as I sheathed my dick in his tight hole. I had never had sex in this fashion before, but the excitement was turning me into an animal. Sex had always been very ‘consensual’ before, but this dominance was exhilarating me tremendously.

Aaron and I had coerced this youngster into sex, and the thrill was intoxicating. I began fucking the shit out of Blake as my tempo increased, and Blake’s gasps escalated. As I was about to unload I became aware of Aaron’s presence next to us. After dismounting from Blake, Aaron replaced me in a flash.

Blake got a much harsher butt-fucking from Aaron, and with Aaron’s hands grasping the boy’s hair, Aaron drove into Blake like a lunatic. As Blake yelped lustfully, Aaron began slapping his quarry’s face repeatedly. Lifting off his prey, Aaron turned Blake onto his back and re-entered him with Blake’s legs high and wide. Aaron’s thrusting became exaggerated as he stabbed his entire cock all the way in and out of his quarry. I placed my hand over Blake’s mouth in order to subdue his moans as Aaron mercilessly screwed Blake.

Aaron again had his tongue fully extended, hanging on his chin. About to cum, Aaron pushed the boy’s legs down and scooted up his body to shoot into Blake’s mouth.

“If you waste one drop of my seed, I will fuck you up,” Aaron commanded.

With a look of resignation on his face, it was clear that Blake had understood Aaron’s directive. Spewing his lava into Blake’s mouth, the youngster fully complied with the instruction. I am not sure that he was crazy about the taste, but he swallowed for all he was worth. Blake’s ordeal was not over yet and he got told to lick Aaron’s dick and balls clean.

After getting off the bed, Aaron grabbed Blake by the arm, leading Blake toward the toilet. I was invited along and told to hold Blake’s hands behind his back as he got shoved to his knees. Aaron rammed Blake’s head in the toilet bowl with his left hand before unleashing a torrent of piss all over the boy’s head. Again, the extended tongue and horny look adorned Aaron’s face.

“How do you like your piss shampoo, boy?” Aaron asked as he massaged his piss into Blake’s scalp. Blake whimpered passively as his head was sodden with piss. Horny as hell, I pulled Blake up before sitting on the toilet and pulling his body onto my lap, facing me. With his arms around my shoulders, I pulled Blake’s hips down onto my impatient dick, impaling him and encouraging him to start milking my knob with his butt.

His mouth initially darted back and forth, avoiding my searching lips, before he finally relented and allowed me access. After exploring each other’s oral craters, he moved his body backward and began tugging his cock. He sprayed my torso with his spunk moments later before I shot my cream into his butt.

We cleaned ourselves afterward and returned to our beds.

After breakfast, if you can call it that, we got individually taken to the shower room across from the cell. I went first, followed by Aaron. We were only allowed a few minutes each, with our fat officer stressing that point very succinctly.

When Blake’s turn finally arrived, ‘Fatty’ promptly accompanied Blake to the shower room. Ten minutes later, when they exited the officer had a satisfied grin on his face. Blake had paid for our shower privileges by supplying Fatty with a complimentary blowjob. The rest of the day was tedious and dragged by.

After lights-out, a lanky officer arrived at our cell summoning Blake before taking him to the shower room. Upon emerging a while later, Lanky locked Blake in the shower room. A squat officer then appeared and entered the shower. This scenario lasted longer before both men finally exited the shower before Blake returned to our lockup. Both Aaron and I were horny and ready for the next assault on our fuck-bunny.

After removing Blake’s clothing, the spit-roasting began. With Aaron seated and having his dick serviced, I moved behind Blake and entered his sloppy hole. When my cock sloshed around in two loads of cum, I decided to clean up the boy. Kneeling behind him, I feltched the police officer’s delicious cum out of his puffy arsehole. Once done, I again re-entered his butt-hole and fucked him steadily. It was clear that all the ‘fight’ had left Blake and that he had got tamed thoroughly. Blake loved our onslaught.

After Aaron and I changed positions, Aaron’s signature tongue again lustfully hung out of his mouth as he went into a full attack on Blake’s backside.

Next, after retracting his tongue, he mouthed, “Let’s double fuck him.” After winking back at him, we moved to the toilet, where I sat down with Blake on my lap facing me. Aaron placed Blake’s arsehole on my knob before pushing his body onto my dick. I locked my arms around Blake’s torso while Aaron moved closer and crouched. When Aaron began prodding his cock at the occupied hole, Blake started yelping. Aaron’s left hand immediately took care of his protests, covering Blake’s mouth to avoid any visits from our captors.

Ignoring the boy’s grunts, Aaron pushed his dick into Blake’s hole alongside mine. Once in, he commenced hammering his pole into the distended butt-hole. The entire scene was mind-blowing, and my mind went into overdrive as I soon approached the point of no return. I shot the most blissful load of my life, listening to Aaron’s excited grunts as he also approached his climax.

Afterward, I instructed Blake to lean over the toilet so I could suck all our seed out of his backside. He began frantically masturbating as I did so, and then, after turning around, discharged into my mouth with a grunt of satisfaction.

We were soon asleep and awoke as breakfast got provided the following morning. When the shower ritual got repeated, Fatty again got his bulge serviced.

I endured another dreary day with my mind preoccupied and concerned about the following day.

That night Lanky and Squat kept Blake very busy in the shower room with multiple visits. Aaron and I were keen on another session with him but eventually gave up hope and fell asleep. Goodness knows what time he finally returned to our cell.

Fortunately, I did get a farewell fuck with Blake before breakfast the following day.

At eight-thirty a.m., we got taken to court to await the day’s proceedings. My case was up first and postponed to trial one week hence. I was released on bail, paid for by my boss as promised. After my ordeal, I got the day off from work, promising to report for duty bright and early the following morning.

Two days later, to my great relief, the detective assigned to my case phoned to say that all the charges against me had been dropped, due to conflicting statements from Leo and Cooper.

The ordeal that I had been through had been very taxing but extremely exciting.   

My first summer after college seemed as if it was going to be the longest summer of my life. I’d managed to get through four years of school without choosing a career and now the only routine I had was going to the gym every day. I’d competed as an amateur bodybuilder while in college but wanted to bulk up, maybe add another 20 pounds of muscle to my 245. This meant lots of food and heavy, heavy weights.

Fortunately, I became friends with this guy at the gym named Nicky who worked out with his dad the same time I did. We fell into a gymbro relationship and I was glad to finally have someone to talk to about weight lifting and stuff. I’m 6’3” but Nicky was only 5’8”, the top of his head right at my nipples. What he lacked in height though he sure made up for in body. Nicky was a year younger than me but because of his dad’s coaching had been working out as long as I had. He was a solid little hunk of meat weighing in at 210. His heritage was Greek so he had dark hair and olive skin like his dad. The two of them were almost carbon copies of each other and people sometimes thought they were brothers. His dad was a little taller and a little heavier – probably around 220 – but they both had the same dark looks and his dad was just as built, maybe bigger. He looked mean because of his heavy eyebrows but once you got to know him he was kinda quiet. He told me to call him Peter but I couldn’t break the habit of calling him Mr. Spiros.

One day the three of us finished working out and hit the showers, Nicky and I joking about what to do the rest of the summer. Taking a shower with these guys was one of the best parts of my gym routine for a couple of reasons. First Nicky and I got a chance to talk about something other than working out. We just bullshitted, cooling out after a hard training session. His dad was, as usual, pretty quiet. Second, I got the chance to see both of them naked and believe me, I always worked it so I got the shower in the middle. Don’t get me wrong, I got laid a lot. My girlfriend Cheryl was hot for my bod but something about another big guy fascinates me. I always tried to be as cool as possible but couldn’t help sneaking an eyeful of both of them. It’s what guys do around each other, especially muscle heads like us. We check out other guys and our competition. 

Nicky never noticed or cared, he was usually chattering away. But his dad was another story. We’d always lock eyes right after I’d look up from that huge fat pole between his legs. It worked both ways too, more than once I caught him staring at my hard bubble butt. I’d turn my back and bend over to soap my legs, knowing my asscheeks would part and give him a look at my smooth hole. It became a game between us and I couldn’t wait to finish working out every day l

“So Rick, whatta ya think?” Nicky said while we showered. 

“What? Sorry dude, I didn’t hear you.” I completely missed his question ’cause I was busy thinking about his dad’s body.

“Whatta ya say we lifeguard? Dad did it when he was young and he’s gonna be an honorary captain or something this summer, so it’d be lots of fun. Besides, all the girls like lifeguards!”

“Nicky, you know I have a girlfriend.”

“Dad says it’ll make real men out of us. Right, Dad?”

I looked to see what Mr Spiros would say and caught him looking at my bubble butt again. “Well, son, it’s about more than fucking pussy” he said before his eyes met mine and he winked. Hearing him say that while looking at my bubble butt made me tingle.

“Dad! I know that. So, Rick, what ya say?”

I knew my answer if it meant being around Nicky’s dad. “Sure, why not.”

Lifeguard training started the next week. There were 8 other guys training with us but I didn’t know any except this guy from our gym named Tom. He was a big muscled galoot of a guy who looked Italian or something. I was worried Nicky and I would seem out of place, being bodybuilders and all, but Tom was just as big. 6’2”, maybe 220. I guess Mr Spiros had a hand in getting guys in who looked built like him and his son. 

In the training classes we wore the official lifeguard uniforms, one piece bathing suits that were like wrestler singlets. Nicky looked great in his, it really made his ass stick out. But I kept an eye on the bulge in Tom’s suit. Even Nicky asked if I saw what he was packing and I tried to act casual and said I hadn’t noticed. Of course the suit looked hot on me as well, sticking like a second skin when we got out of the water.  The back of my suit rode up my buttcrack when I swam and exposed my hard, round muscle ass but I ignored it. Besides I’m proud of my smooth bubble butt and a couple of guys including Tom were checking it out.

At the end of the week we finally got a talk from Nicky’s dad. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing him until I got this funny feeling when he walked in. He looked bigger than ever and his five o’clock shadow made him seem meaner than I remembered.

He told us next week would be the final part of our training, an initiation that would last all night on Saturday. The purpose of the initiation would be to prepare us for any unexpected and unusual situations we might find ourselves. After our initiation, we would be ready for anything. Frankly that  sounded unlikely.

Nicky raised his hand. “Dad?”

“SIR!” Mr Spiros barked out. 

“Uh, Sir, is this going to be painful?”

“Son, sometimes pain is how we learn to grow.”

And that was the end of that.

When we got to the lifeguard station late Saturday afternoon, we were met by Mr. Spiros and three other lifeguards who were there to assist. They all seemed serious as he was, mostly thick muscle like football players, so Nicky and I really were in good company. One was this huge Hispanic guy who also went to my gym : buzzcut, square jaw, broken nose like a bouncer. Rocky, maybe? Let’s say Rocky. I’d never talked to him but I assume Nicky had. He was actually staring at me pretty severely like I owed him money. 

The first thing we did was stand in line while Nicky’s dad began lecturing us on the responsibility of being a lifeguard. His voice got louder and louder which surprised me considering he was usually so quiet.

“You guys think you’re so tough, but you’re not. You’re just a bunch of PUSSIES. Do you hear me? I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME, TOM?”

Tom was probably the last person there I would have called a pussy but he didn’t even flinch, only replying “YES SIR.” I guess he wanted to be a lifeguard pretty bad and would say anything. I was a little irritated. I mean if I wanted to join the army, I would have. I looked around but everyone else seemed to be listening so I tried being patient.

The verbal stuff went on for about ten more minutes. I couldn’t tell you everything he said, I tuned out after a while. A bunch of stuff about us being girls, blah blah blah. Finally he stopped and had a private talk with his assistants before turning around. 

“OK, EVERYONE STRIP!”

I thought this kind of thing might happen. They were going to cover us with chocolate syrup or something stupid like that. Guys started peeling off their singlets and soon we were all standing naked shoulder to shoulder. Had the circumstances been different, I would have been a lot more interested in seeing what everyone looked like naked. As it was, I barely got a quick glance when the assistants began putting blindfolds on all of us. The Rocky guy got behind me to tie my blindfold, pressing against my naked beefy butt before pushing me back in line.

“Ok men,” Nicky’s dad continued,”one of the things you’ve learned is how to use a snorkel. So everyone open your mouths.”

 I opened my mouth and waited, only hearing some movement around me. Finally I felt something press against my lips. It had the cold feel of rubber and for a second I thought it really was a snorkel. But as someone continued to press, I realized it was a fucking veiny dildo. They were making us suck on huge rubber dicks to break us I guess.  

“Come on son, just relax.” Mr. Spiros said by me. Hearing him made me want to try harder so I stretched my mouth wide as I could. The dildo was going in and out, a little more each time. The rubbery taste was bitter but I started to get use to it. Finally the rubber balls hit my chin. It was hard not to gag, how could anyone swallow a real dick that big? The dildo was withdrawn and I caught some quick gulps of air.

“Good work,” Mr Spiros continued, “everyone on your hands and knees. When you’re a lifeguard, you’re going to be put into many uncomfortable situations. Learn to adapt.”

I had no idea what we were going to do next. I was kneeling on the floor doggie style so I thought maybe they were going to make us eat from dog dishes? What else could it be? 

A guy at the front of the line let out a long deep grunt. “Aw fuck! Shit, man!” he moaned. That was Tom’s voice. Damn. If they did something that made him cry out like that, it must be bad right? 

Nicky groaned next to me. “Dad, it’s so big.”

“Come on, son. Just relax. Sit all the way back.” Mr Spiros answered. 

I was really clueless and confused but I wasn’t going to let this get to me, I wasn’t gonna let them know if I broke. Someone came behind me and squirted some kind of lotion on my upturned ass. “Stick it higher in the air, bitch.” a voice commanded while pressing the small of my back and making my butt rise. 

It was Rocky. “Gonna get lotion all over that pretty cunt.” he added in a deep growl. His fingers started rubbing the cream up and down my crack and over my butt hole. “Hot smooth muscle ass. You must shave this pussy huh?” he asked as the tip of one finger nudged against my pink lips and slipped inside. 

Wait, was he calling my butthole a pussy? I didn’t know how to respond but as his finger became more persistent, I started getting  an unexpected thrill. Rocky slid his finger in and out of my hole, a smooth motion that felt a little too good. Just when I was getting used to it, his finger withdrew and something took its place, the dildo I’d just had in my mouth.

“Fuck!” I moaned softly as the head slowly opened my ass lips and  all nine inches sunk inside. It wasn’t until it slowly pulled out that I gave in and relaxed. As my shoulders slumped, Rocky began working the 9 inches in and out of my hole, stretching me and making me moan.

“Look at you.” he growled again.”Big fucking muscle stud likes it now, huh? Always showing your hot pussy at the gym. Sit back and show me how much you like fucking yourself.” He put his hands on my big shoulders and pulled me back. 

What do you think I did? I sat on my calves so the dildo was under me and began to slowly post up and down. I started to feel something good then something great that made my toes curl. I would have done anything anyone said at that point. I bet I was quite a sight, 245 pounds of thick muscle bouncing on nine fat inches of rubber. I had begun the night acting unfazed to show I was tough but now I was seeing stars from the buzz every time I sank all the way down, grinding my pussy lips on the rubber. 

I was overwhelmed and wondered if Nicky was by me doing the same thing, his round muscle ass posting on a big dildo? Fat rubber cock sliding in and out, pulling his pussylips with it. What does Mr. Spiros think seeing his humpy Greek son fuck himself? Suddenly Nicky moaned. “Oh, man. Oh fuck, that’s so hot!” I guess Nicky learned to adapt pretty quickly. “Fucking hot ten inches!” Good guess.

Tom groaned down the line again and I was in for a big surprise.

“How’s that, boy?” I heard Mr Spiros ask. 

“Aww, sirrrrr.” he moaned. 

“I SAID, DO YOU LIKE THAT?”

“YES SIR! FUCK ME SIR! SLIDE THAT HORSE COCK IN MY PUSSY.” Tom yelled.

Holy shit, was Tom getting fucked by Nicky’s dad? Damn, it sounded hot. I wondered what Mr Spiros huge cock felt like inside your hole.

“Yeah, boy. Big smooth hungry muscle cunt. I got my fat Daddy dick in your pussy. What are you now, boy?”

“A pussy, sir!”

“A what?”

“A PUSSY, SIR! FILL UP MY PUSSY!” Tom responded between grunts. I couldn’t fucking believe it, big muscled Tom begging for cock like some girl. Tom grunting over and over meant Nicky’s dad must really be ramming him. Finally Tom moaned loud and I knew he was cumming.

“I’M THERE, SIR!”

“Oh yeah? Shove your muscle pussy down hard on all ten inches. NOW.”

“YES, SIR! AHHHH!”

He must have shot a big load because he groaned for quite a while. As Tom quieted down, other guys were moaning too. Mr. Spiros’ assistants must have been plowing everyone down the line. Nicky seemed to still be sitting on the ten-inch dildo next to me since his groans never stopped. Suddenly he let out a huge sigh and I heard his dad.

“Hows that feel, son?”

“Aw, Dad, give me more.” Nicky moaned. 

“You want more? My muscle son wants to get fucked in his pussy more?”

Nicky groaned louder and his dad must have shoved his dick deep in his son’s ass. I couldn’t believe I was right next to Nicky getting fucked by his own father. Of course I was in no position to talk, grinding my hot cunt down on a fat nine-incher.

“Oh, Dad, that feels amazing.” Nicky gasped. 

“You got it all, son.” Mr Spiros growled.”I always wanted your sweet cunt wrapped around my dick. Fuck it, baby. Make Daddy happy.”

I guess Nicky did what his dad said because I heard his hard bubble butt slapping on his father’s thighs.  All the other guys were quiet now except me and Nicky. His dad was going long and hard, Nicky grunting like the air was being knocked out of him, while I was tingled all over from the dildo hitting a spot deep in me.

“Daddy, I think I’m gonna come.” Nicky gasped.”Fuck me, Sir. POUND MY CUNT, SIR!” Nicky came and it sounded incredible. I bet his spunk shot all over the floor with his father’s huge cock planted in his ass.

Hearing him cum almost put me over the edge until a set of hands started sliding all over me, pawing my pecs and rubbing my puffy lips around the dildo. I was pushed forward again onto my hands and knees, the dildo popping out before a thick spongy cockhead pressed against and spread my hole.

“Muscle cunt, man.” I heard from the man sinking his cock into me. Rocky again but somehow his dick felt bigger than the dildo. I grabbed his huge arms on either side of me while he ram fucked my smooth hole. It was the first real live dick I’d ever had in my butt and Rocky was going to make sure I remembered it.

He leaned over to talk low in my ear. “I can’t wait to see you at the gym again, knowing my 9″ cock was deep in your pussy. I made you my girl. You wanna be my girl, baby?”

I was so confused, especially when Rocky’s fat cock kept battering that spot deep inside. The feelings were amazing, I didn’t want them to stop. I gasped out “My pussy…”

“Yeah baby, your pretty pussy. My big muscle girl’s smooth pussy.”  he whispered in my ear. Rocky was really giving me a reaming until he froze, his big dick pulsing as he filled me with baby batter.

After he pulled out, his dick was replaced by an even bigger cock. I grabbed the new muscled arms by my head and from the thick hair guessed it was Nicky’s father.

“This is what you’ve wanted, huh, son?” Mr Spiros said into my ear. 

I realized it really was what I wanted. I was now getting what I’d been begging for all those times in the gym shower. 

“You’ve been such a cock tease, turning and showing off that tight, pink pussy for me. Are you happy now?”

I actually couldn’t have been happier than being on my hands and knees with this  big muscle god  plowing my muscle pussy from behind.

“I’m gonna give you what I didn’t even give my son. You’re gonna get my thick load running out of your cunt and down your leg.”

“Please, sir” I gasped out.

“You want it, boy? Are you ready?” 

“Yes, sir! Put your babies in my pussy.” I begged like a horny girl. 

He pound into me one more time, his thick chest hair pressed on my back. I started to cum too and it just about knocked me out. I collapsed onto my stomach, raising my bubble butt to squeeze every drop of sperm out of him.

He finally pulled out and stood. I lay there for a minute before Mr. Spiros announced, “All right men, you can take off your blindfolds now.”

When I did, he and his assistants were dressed and acting as if nothing had happened. I looked to the other newbies and most seemed a little confused and worn out. Tom seemed out of sorts as if he wasn’t quite sure where he was or who he was. Only Nicky and I had the happy glows of guys who got exactly what we wanted. He seemed to be in a dream state with a coy smile from ear to ear.

My butt was still sore and I reached back to find my pussy lips puffed and wet. It was all I could do to walk to the showers with everyone else and rinse off.

Before we left, Mr. Spiros made a short speech congratulating us all on being new members of the lifeguards. As I was walking to the door he stopped me, putting an arm around my shoulders before his hand dropped to feel my bubble butt. 

“My assistant Carlos and I would like to give you some private training” he asked as his fingers slid down to my tender hole. 

“Who?” I asked. 

Mr Spiros pointed at Rocky. 

Ohhhh…

“See you here tomorrow afternoon?” he asked. 

“My pussy can’t wait Sir.” I said. I was gonna own it.

I Cannot Suffer Seeing You Like That

The chimney was lit. It was a cold winter night and we had blankets over our shoulders but Giles was as usual dressed in one of his many tracksuits and I suddenly felt I had to do something for him. I could not stand seeing that well of sadness I could see in his eyes, frequently moist, frequently crying in the last two months since Pedro had left my son.

We earned our living with a blues orchestra. We had called it Down-Hearted, honouring Bessie Smith of course, and there we sang in many places and fortunately we earned money enough to live of this. I am Stuart Roblin and had been in this orchestra for eleven years, since I was 31. I had two male and three female workmates there and when Giles was 20, last year, he’d also started working in Down-Hearted, since he’s also a fan of blues and jazz, which we also sing. Besides he has a good voice.

I’ve known he’s gay since he was 15 and there in our orchestra, he started dating Pedro Santamaría, who is my age. They had been living together for a year and a half but Pedro soon left Giles for a girl, also a singer in our orchestra called Donna.The last month Giles Roblin survived as best he could, but obviously he always thought of Pedro and at meals I was used to talking to my son.

-You can talk to me about Pedro if you want, Giles. I can start telling you that it was a big surprise for me to know you were dating. I always knew you were gay, but the surprise was that Pedro is a man my age.

-It’s simple, dad, if you 

understand that I don’t like boys, I like men and being in your forties is a perfect age. Those men are handsome, sexy and have a lot of experience, a good personality, common sense, all that. I always unconsciously wanted to find a man who looks like you, dad and if you look at yourself in the mirror, you’ll see Pedro and you are very similar. If you had a beard like him, you would almost be twins.

-Well, Giles, thanks for telling me that. So do you think I’m attractive?-You’re hot, dad, sexy and intelligent. If you were not my father, I’d have loved to be your partner.-

-Giles, I know you are strong and won’t make any foolish thing, but I can’t suffer seeing you like that. You’ve spent a lot of days crying.

Of course I do, dad. Pedro and Donna work with us and I have to see them every day. When I started dating him, I didn’t know he was bisexual. It’s hard for me to see Pedro every day but I love him so much that I’m glad I see him happy with Donna.

-What I was gonna say, Giles, is that as you have just told me, you need a man and it seems I’m hot enough for you. If sadness takes you and it’s unbearable, you can at least take a break in those hard moments and wank over someone you find attractive, me for instance. Have you never wanked over me, my son?

-Dad, you’re so open-minded that I cannot tell you how much I love you, but of course I haven’t. You’re my father or else I would.

-I’d rather you did and tell me later than watching you every day with wet eyes.

But in our next conversation the following lunch, I asked him but he told me he didn’t want to wank over me. I was hot enough but it wouldn’t be correct. So he never did and every day his sadness was deeper. I didn’t know what to do, whether to talk about Pedro with him would calm him down a bit or it would be a stab in his heart.

So that day, we were both near the chimney. I noticed him sad as usual but also saw him totally hard.I started then sliding my hands down his shoulder, something normal if you want to take someone’s cold away, but then I suddenly approached my lips to him and kissed Giles’ mouth.

-What are you doing, dad?

-A father does love a boy more than any boyfriend does. You need a new man, Giles, and I’m a man you like. So at least you’ll live the fun of kissing a hot boy again.

-Dad, I cannot tell you how I love you now. It’s so sweet to kiss such a sexy man. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.

-I wanted to kiss you in order to give you something you will always remember. But now I’ve started I tell you clearly I’ve never in my life done something this sweet, something that I love so much. -His dick was half out of his tracksuit now and I treacherously moved my hand inside his pants and started masturbating Giles.

-Shit dad, you know you can stop if you want but looking into your eyes is making me see that surprising as it may be, you’re also having fun now. So I won’t ask you to stop. I’m glad you’re also wearing a tracksuit now and your dick is also visible. You can go on, but if you do, I’ll also do it to you.

And soon Giles’ hand was masturbating me as well.

-I thought you needed to feel again a man’s hand on your cock but now I’m sure you also need a cock in your hand. Let’s go on masturbating and kissing, Giles.

-It’s so tender to notice my father so hard and obviously enjoying what we’re doing –and then for the first time in a long time, I saw a wide smile on his countenance.

-Finally you smile, Giles and the fire is projected on your face and now you’re totally radiant.

-Tonight I will go to bed with a different face, dad. And I still haven’t, as you know, but in bed I’ll certainly wank over you now, over the softness of your lips and the hot sensation of having had your sexy cock in my hand.

-If after all you felt sad tonight, Giles, you can come to my room. I’ll leave the door open and the air-conditioning working. If it were not so cold now, I’d even strip you and touch you all over.

Thanks, dad, but jacking each other off and kissing is enough and tonight I will sleep alone but don’t worry: I won’t ache. I will be smiling and totally horny. I have to cum now, dad.

I didn’t withdraw my hand cause I wanted him to stain it with his semen and the moment it fell on my palm, I also shot a first load before him. He smiled and told me it was unforgettable to be allowed to see how his father came. Then he spontaneously kissed me good night and told me.

How I love you, Stuart Roblin. I’ve been so fortunate in life cause you are my father. Don’t suffer for me, dad. Tonight I won’t think about Pedro, but about you. Good night.

He left me then and I went to my room and slept alone but first I had to wank over Giles. Such a sexy and sweet son I had! How moving and arousing what we’d just done was! I would certainly have liked him sleeping with me tonight.

Now we had a week with no work and on Monday, the next day, I saw Giles luminous at breakfast and not sad anymore. We didn’t speak of sex, let alone the sex we had with each other yesterday but it was wonderful to notice a smiling Giles again. If it could be me the one who took that cloud from his eyes, I would go further. And that Monday morning I had a new idea when I saw him coming back from a walk.

I woke up still leaning on Ted’s chest. I could see the blanket tenting. I looked up at Ted, who was still snoring. He looked so peaceful. I softly ran my hands over his smooth skin, the I slowly moved down under the blanket and reached for his morning wood. I began stroking it ever so softly, slowly pulled down his foreskin then pulled it back up. I repeated this motion a few times before I got under the blanket and saw his beautiful shaft standing straight up. I gave it a few gentle licks before I engulfed his cock head in my mouth. Nothing like getting good dick in the morning. I slowly slid my head up and down along his pole, savoring every inch of it. What was just some fun sec between  friends was now something more emotional, it was loving and caring sex. I wanted to wake him up the best way there is, by sucking him awake. As his veiny shaft slid in and out of my mouth, Ted started moaning as he slowly woke up. He lifted the blanket and said : Well, good morning babe… I backed off his cock and replied : Good morning sexy, sorry I woke you up… He grinned and said : Why don’t get that sweet cock of yours up my face so I can get my morning proteins…

 I got on top of him and positioned my shaft above his face as I engulfed his cock. Ted licked the tip of mine before I slid it down between his soft lips. He grabbed my ass and started pushing me deeper down his throat, fucking his face. His mouth felt like soft velvet. We pumped each other in hot 69. After a few minuted of pumping I felt this tingling in crotch. Fuck Ted you’re gonna make me cum… I let out as I moaned. That’s it babe, feed your master… He replied before shoving my cock back in his mouth. Soon I filled his mouth with my cum, I could feel his throat clench as he swallowed my load. He kept sucking until he milked me dry. Ready to get your serving Rooky? Hmmphhmmm I mumbled as I sucked his throbbing cock. There you go… he said as his cock pulsated, filling my mouth with his warm juice. I sucked and licked every lasting drops before turning face to him and kissing him. We shared the remains of his load as our tongues intertwined. We stayed lime this as our shaft slowly softened. That’s one way to start the day! Ted said with a big smile on his face. Our first day as a couple, I had to make it special… I said before giving him another kiss. Come on, we should get dressed or we’ll be late for class. He said as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

God he looked so handsome, his messy hair, his smooth round ass bouncing with every step. I followed him and got dressed. I intentionally put on a tight red jockstrap and said : You never know what could happen today… We giggled as Ted put on his boxers. His ass looked fine in those tight white boxers. They perfectly outlined his bubble butt. On our way to the academy Ted put his hand on my thigh, I looked at him and smiled as I put mine over his. I kept thinking to myself how lucky I was that this beautiful boy was my boyfriend, that he loved me. After feeling rejected for so many years, it was an incredible feeling. My heart was filled with love and joy. When we arrived and got out of the car, we held hands walking towards the door. I was proud to let everyone know I was his and he was mine. We eventually had to split to go to our respective class. We kissed on the mouth and Ted said : See you later babe! as he walked away.

There were a few guys close enough to hear it. One of them stopped me as I was about to get to my class. He put his hand on my shoulder and said : Wait! Wait!  As I turned I recognized him, it was the guy who was me and Ted having sex in the showers. Seeing him up close, I realized he was pretty cute. Vibrant red hair with freckles on his cheek. He had deep green eyes and he seemed to be in quite a good shape. Although I was embarrassed I kept my cool and asked : What do you want? I had to tell you, you know after I caught you guys fooling around in the showers, I huh, I went and told the principal. I felt like shit afterwards and I wanted to apologize. I should’ve minded my own business. He said as he looked down with a sorry face. I couldn’t tell him we actually had sex with Mr. Sullivan, so I lied and said : Well you got us in some serious trouble you know. Why did you tell him? I was trying my best to look angry. I don’t know, you guys caught me off guard and I didn’t know how to react. I think I was jealous in some way… 

Jealous of what? I asked knowing damn well what he meant. Well, you know, of you guys … Your friend seemed to be fucking you pretty good and, fuck I can’t believe I’m saying this, I actually wished it was me getting pounded. My jaw dropped. This cute muscled red head just admitted he liked boys, just like that, to me, a stranger. Though I was surprised, it turned me on knowing that we aroused him back there. I’m Aaron by the way… I said handing him a hand. Jessee, nice to officially meet you Aaron.   He replied shaking my hand as he smiled. He had a beautiful smile, and his lips seemed so soft and luscious. I couldn’t help imagining how they must feel wrapped around my shaft. So we’re good? He asked. Huh, yea yea we’re good. I stuttered as I was getting aroused by him. I couldn’t miss this opportunity, so I went ahead and asked him : So you’re into guys too? Well I think so, I’ve never been interested by girls that much. But I still haven’t told anyone. He replied as he blushed. You know what, meet me in the locker room after class, I’ll be with Ted. You could join us for a workout if you like. He smiled as he replied : Why not? I was going to workout anyway, it’ll be nice to have workout buddies. Meet you there then! I said as I went to class. See you later! He replied as he left.

I texted Ted and told him about my encounter with Jessee. His reply was : Are you for real? You want to hang out with this little snitch? I replied what he explained to me. But Ted still didn’t seem to be convinced. Let him explain himself to you at least. Plus, he’s actually pretty cute… I replied. We’ll see about that. Was his final response. Classes went by as usual. Today we went to the shooting range, we didn’t actual shoot, Mr. Baker explained us some techniques as he showed us the different parts of the gun. Though it was one of my favorite class, I wasn’t particularly concentrated. I imagined Ted fucking Jessee in the showers, just like he did to me. I might have got carried away for a while since Mr. Baker snapped his fingers in my face saying : You still with us Aaron? I huh, yea, I-I’m sorry sir. Since you’ve been paying so much attention, can you explain to the group how to release the safety catch on this gun? I was so embarrassed I wasn’t listening at all and couldn’t answer. He took the gun back and said : You can stay after class, I have a few words for you. Fuck, I didn’t want to miss my workout with Ted and Jessee. Me and my fucking mind, I get too easily distracted.

The class ended and Mr. Baker gave me the classic speech about paying attention and being assiduous in class bla bla bla. The only thing that made it suck less was his astonishing body. The man was a hunk. You can go now, make sure to pay more attention next class. Have a good weekend Aaron! He said as he slapped my ass. Thanks! You too Mr. Baker! That slap made my cock twitch.

But now I was late for the workout. I ran to the locker room, Ted and Jessee were waiting for me sitting on the bench. They were talking when I joined them. Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, Mr. Baker gave me a speech after class. I said as I rolled my eyes. Ted laughed and said : Haha he always does that with students that catch his eyes… I laughed as the idea of Mr. Baker fantasizing about me turned me on. You two seem to have cleared things out. I said as we all changed clothes. Ted and I pulled down our pants, we both were wearing jockstraps. Jessee pulled down his pants, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ted Joked : Be careful I might do your ass under the shower if you keep showing off! We laughed, but I knew that Jessee would actually be thrilled to get his ass railed by Ted. I didn’t mind. It was actually turning me on. 

We got dressed and hit the gym. I kept admiring both their bodies as we worked out. Jessee was wearing super tight shorts. They almost looked like underwear. They perfectly defined his ass, showing off what seemed to be a huge package. His tight tank top showed off his big arms and broad shoulders. He had big plump pecs, covered in light reddish hair. Ted was stunning as usual. His tight shorts gave us a nice visual of his bubble butt and he took off his shirt so his sweaty torso was proudly exposed. I was wearing adidas sports pants and a black tank top. I was getting hard watching their muscles tensing and hearing their growls as they really went for it. I was getting pretty hot with those pants so I took them off. I was now just in my navy jockstrap and tank top. There were a few other guys, they were too busy working their muscles they didn’t realized my ass was exposed. Ted and Jessee on the other hand were obviously enjoying the view. My jock was starting to tent as my shaft stiffened. The risk of getting was turning me on like crazy. 

I was working on my calves, so my ass was exposed and they had a full view of my naked muscles tensing each time I lifted the weight. Ted and Jessee got on each side of me. Ted said : Quite a show your putting on babe. He slapped my ass then said : Like what you see Jessee? You bet I do man… wooof that’s one fine ass. He said as he caressed my asscheeks. There were now only three other guys left except us in the gym. Ted looked around and spread my cheeks apart as he said : Look at that Jessee, isn’t a perfect tight hole?  Fuck yea man, that boy pussy looks tight! He replied as I was just frozen into place. My cock was now rock hard as Ted showed off my ass. You want a taste? Ted asked looking at Jessee. For real? Right here in the gym? Yea why not? Jessee got on his knees and buried his face in my ass. Fuck he was talented. His tongue worked on my hole like magic. Ted straddled up on the bench in front of me and pulled down his short, his shaft sprung up and slapped his belly. Without hesitation I engulfed his cock in my mouth. I started bobbing back and forth on him.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching, then I heard a guy say : See sir! I told you I wasn’t lying when I said I saw some guys going down on each other… I turned and saw a cute black haired slightly tanned stud standing behind us with Mr. Baker. Thanks for the tip Clay. You can go now I’ll handle it. He said. Hell no, I want in on this… he said as he lifted his shirt and stood right beside Ted. Mr. Baker got on his knees beside Jessee. He put a hand on my ass as he said : Your ass looks even better up close boy… May I? Jessee gave him some space and I felt Mr. Baker’s warm lips kissing my rosebud. All these studs surrounding me, I knew I was in for the ride of my life. 

Ted and Clay started making out as I pulled down Clay’s shorts. He sported a huge 10 inches cock. That thing is huge man! I said looking up at him. Let’s see if it fits inside that mouth shall we? He replied tapping his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth to let him in. Ted jacked off as I went down on Clay’s impressive veiny cock. The musky and salty taste of his cock was a pure delight. Fuck man you got some skills, that feels so good. Ted said : Enjoying my boyfriend’s mouth aren’t ya? I felt like a toy boy and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Soon I went back and forth between Clay and Ted’s delicious cocks. Meanwhile Jessee and Mr. Baker took turns eating my ass. Then they both used their hands to spread my ass open and stretch my hole. The cold breeze on my boy pussy was soon replace by the warm tip of Mr. Baker’s cock. As he pushed it in I backed off of Ted’s cock and let out a loud moan that echoed through the empty gym. Fuck sir you’re so big! I said as his thick 9 inch cock slid all the way in me. I wasn’t his student anymore, I was his little boy cunt. He pounded my ass so hard.  I engulfed Clay’s cock to muffle my moans. 

That’s it take that fucking cock babe! Ted said as Mr. Baker railed my ass, his thighs slapping against my butt cheeks. Jessee was jacking off as he started making out with him. Want some of that ass kid? Fuck yea! Jessee replied as Mr. Baker retrieved his cock from my ass. Then I felt Jessee pressing his cock on my hole before sliding it in all the way in. Mmmffuck dude! You’re ass feels amazing! No wonder Ted fucked you right in the shower… My hole was getting stretched like never before. His cock was hitting my prostate which made my cock leak precum all over the bench. As he thrusted in and out of me, Mr. Baker shoved his cock right in Jessee tight ass. He was now fucking himself on his cock as he thrusted his shaft in my ass. On the other hand, Ted warned he was about to cum. He pushed his cock deep in my mouth and fed me his load as Clay announced he was about to blow. Before I could finish swallowing Ted’s cum, Clay came all over my face and Ted’s cock. I used my fingers to scoop some of it and mix it with Ted’s. I was so hungry for cum, I couldn’t get enough. Clay picked up some of his cum that was still dripping down on my face and brought it to Ted’s mouth. He licked it then kissed Clay, Sharing his cum. 

That was just too much for me. Feeling Jessee’s cock fucking my ass and seeing my boyfriend making out with that adonis brought me over the edge. I came in a loud moan as I shot many streams of cum between my stomach and the bench. My hole clenched which made Jessee spurt his load up my ass. That caused a chain reaction making Mr. Baker fill Jessee’s hole with his daddy cum. Wow boys that was quite a workout! You did so great… your teacher’s really proud of you! Mr. Baker said still inside Jessee ass. So babe, how was that? Ted asked as I stood up. Fucking awesome! I replied before kissing him. I could still taste Clay’s cum in his mouth. Let’s take a shower shall we? Clay said as he picked up his clothes.  We all followed him and hit the shower. Jessee’s hole and mine still dripping cum. Ted and I made out under the shower. From the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Baker doing the same with Clay and Jessee. After we got dressed, Mr. Baker said : We definitely should do that again. We all agreed then, as we were about to leave Clay suggested : Well the fun can continue at my place if you want? I was too spent, but Jessee and Mr. Baker said yes without hesitation. So the three of them left together. They sure were in for a fun friday night!

Me and Ted left together to my place, we got naked and fell into my bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Ted and I spent the weekend together, hanging out, having sex and talking about us. I think we should set boundaries, just to make sure we don’t get hurt. We can have sex with other guys as long as we’re doing it together. Is that ok with you? Ted asked. That sounds legit. Deal? Deal! We shook hands and he pulled me in for a kiss. I love you my little Rooky! I love you too Teddy! I looked into his eyes as he gave me that heart melting smile that made me fall for him even harder. What should we do today? Ted asked. I don’t care, as long as I’m with you…

To be continued….