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  • Club Bathroom Fun

    Disclaimer:  “This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.”

    I am not a native English speaker, so I am sorry for any mistakes, and I hope the narrative is decent enough.


    About me… I am 27 years old, 5ft 9, white , dark brown short hair, and light brown / greenish eyes. I have practiced all kinds of sports my entire life, so I used to be in great shape, nothing like a fitness model, but a good athletic physique with a nice muscle / definition rate. This last year has been very stressful at work though, and I have been appreciating a couple of after-work beers almost everyday, and with not much time for sport, I have grown a bit of a beer-belly, which I don’t hate, since I got a nice dad-body hahahaha. I’m uncut, and have a 4 inches soft cock, but that grows to 7.5 inches very thick, with a nice dark pink head, partially covered by foreskin, and a nice firm small butt. I have just a bit of body-hair, so I don’t trim or shave, it just naturally covers my chest and crotch area, which I think is very sexy. 


    Last Thursday my boss showed up in my office late in the afternoon (usually a bad sign) and told me I would have to go on a work trip to one of our offices in a small town a couple hundred miles away the next day. He had already made the necessary accommodations arrangements and I was to leave right away, so I could be at this office early in the morning.

    I hushed home, packed a small suitcase and hit the road. A few hours later I had arrived at this little town (which was actually bigger than I thought) and I headed straight to the hotel. When I pulled up in the parking lot, I noticed there seemed to be a disco next door to the hotel. The hotel was a beat up 3 stars, but the room was very clean and comfortable.

    Next day, I headed to the office early in the morning, where I had an extremely long and stressful day. When I returned to the hotel, I saw a line leading up to the club next door, it was Friday night afterall. I noticed how mostly everyone on that line was young and good looking, so it kind of cheered me up a bit. I go up to my room and I spend the next hour or so listening to the young people, mostly around their early 20s, drinking and talking in the parking lot before heading into the club. It’s then when I decided I am not that much older than them, so I should go check out this club as well.

    I always pack some nice clothing on business trips in case I have to go to dinner with someone from the local offices. So I put on a nice blue shirt, some khaki pants and some nice shoes and I head to the parking lot. The line had pretty much disappeared so a couple of minutes later I was inside of the club. To my surprise, it was amazing on the inside. It must have been renovated recently, so it looks very high-end, but it has a youth and relaxed atmosphere to it. I see the DJ cabin on a stage and a couple of young mans are running the show. They were great and everyone was having a good time.

    I headed straight to the bathroom since I forgot to go before I left the hotel, but when I got there the ladies toilet was closed due to maintenance so both guys and girls had to share the men’s room, which created a huge line. Since I didn’t really have to go and I didnt want to spend one minute on that line with such a nice club to explore, I just decided to hit the bar instead.

    The bar was on an elevated area so one could see the entire dance floor from there. The bar-keeper, a good looking boy, asked what I wanted to drink, and since I don’t really have a favorite, I told him to surprise me. He grinned as if he really enjoyed his assignment and a few moments later he handed me a drink, which to be honest I still have no idea what it was, but it was strong and refreshing at the same time.

    I stood there appreciating my drink, enjoying the music and watching all those college kids dancing and having a good time, when this incredibly cute boy came up to the bar. He stood right next to me and ordered 3 beers, and I just kept staring at him. He was 6ft 2, short blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile, nice lean build, not too muscular, big hands, and his jeans showed a nicely defined butt. An all american beauty.

    He noticed me staring, opened a nice smile and asked me:

    “Hey, are you not in my economics 101 class?”

    He even had a nice voice, I thought, and then replied:

    “No, I am glad I look young enough to be in college, but I graduated years ago, and I am not from here, just in town for work for few days”

    “Oh, ok. Sorry I’ve mistaken you with someone else, but hey you can’t be that old, how old are you? I’m Nick, by the way…”

    “I am Peter, nice to meet you Nick. And I am 27, what about you?”

    “Nice to meet you man! I am 21. So, are you alone here? Wanna join us? My girl Lauren and my buddy Paul are down there”. He said that while always keeping his amazing smile.

    Even though I just met him and he was probably just being nice, I was disappointed to hear that he had a girl, cause it has been a while since I was with someone, so I involuntarily created some expectations of taking that cute guy back to my hotel. But hey, why not join him? So I accepted his offer, helped him with one of his beers and followed him through the crowd. 

    When we got there, and met his girlfriend, I must say I was disappointed. I mean, she was cute, but looking at him I was expecting a supermodel. But hey, who am I to judge? She was very nice though, he introduced us, and she immediately invited me to dance with her. Nick asked her where Paul was and she said he went to the bathroom.

    15 minutes later or so, Paul showed up complaining about the huge line. Lauren apologized and told him she forgot to tell him to use the backstage men’s bathroom, which is technically not open yet since they still have to install the new toilets, but the urinals are there and the doors are always unlocked. Nick explained to me that Lauren works there at the club, but she has the night off, so that’s how she knows about that secret bathroom. Nick then proceeded to introduce me to Paul, who was also as friendly as the others.

    Paul was not as handsome as his friend (few guys are), but he was also very cute and full of energy. He was 6ft 1, just a tiny bit more muscular than his friend, and a nice butt as well. He had short dark brown hair, green eyes, and a nice smile as well. Nick told me he was a bit crazy, but a great guy, Paul agreed and we all laughed.

    We danced and had many more drinks together, which was a lot of fun. Nick and Lauren would occasionally share a kiss, which made me jealous of her. Paul was such a cool and crazy dude that he really grew on me, he was looking cuter by the minute. But he was obviously straight as well as he flirted with all the girls that walked by us.

    It was like 2:30 in the morning when Paul accidentally spilled a bit of beer on my shirt. He immediately  apologized, but I told him it was no big deal. His answer surprised me though.

    “It actually looks better this way, as it highlights ur sexy body!” 

    I thought he was mocking my dad-body, especially being in great shape like he was. But he continued…

    “In fact I have been admiring your belly the whole night, and now that it’s wet with beer I want to lick it clean. Can I lick it?”

    And without giving me any time to react, he lifted up my shirt and started licking my belly. I didn’t know how to react, but he licked it for a couple of seconds, gave it a kiss and put my shirt back down. All 4 four of us just lost it while laughing.

    Nick told me not to mind Paul, cause as he had said before, he is crazy. I must admit it was really sexy and it got me somewhat horny. So I decided to try my luck and said:

    “Since you licked my belly, I got the right to lick yours as well”.

    Paul immediately replied “Hell Yeah!” and lifted up his shirt, revealing his perfectly defined six-pack abs. Man those abs were great, perfectly sculpted and not a hair on them. I could not believe I was about to lick them in the middle of the dance-floor.

    But I went for it. And I took my time, since he did not object and seemed to be enjoying it. I licked everywhere, and then finished up by kissing each one of the six well defined ab packs.

    When I finished I looked up and saw both Nick and Paul staring at me with huge smiles on their faces. Lauren couldn’t stop laughing, but Paul said: 

    “This was crazy sexy man! “, and to my surprise Nick just said

    “My turn” as he lifted up his shirt showing his less muscular but equally sexy and defined torso.

    I could not believe this was happening, nor how hot he was. Being less muscular he was even more defined than his friend. I was not going to pass up the chance to lick those amazing college boy abs. And just as I did with Paul, I dove in, licking and kissing every inch of that sculpted torso.

    When I was finally finished we all had a great laugh again. But then Lauren said:

    “So it is pretty clear my boyfriend is the hottest of you all! He has the best abs.”

    And Paul replied:

    “No way, I like Peter’s better. And I have the best ass in this town, by far. So we are sexier than Nick”. With that he turned around, giving us a view of his butt. And it really could have been his pants, but his ass looked good, but nothing out of this world. So I said:

    “Thanks buddy, but my torso is the least sexy here. And as much as I hate to admit, your ass seems great, but I have seen better. Nick’s for instance”.

    We all laughed, but Paul wasn’t taking that for an answer:

    “No way, it is just the pants, his’ shows his ass better than mine. But go ahead grab his ass with one hand and mine with the other”.

    I thought he was joking, but Nick said:

    “I gotta admit he is right, go ahead grab our asses and see it for yourself. Paul has the best ass”.

    Since they were so persistent, I wasn’t going to pass up on that chance, so I did it as they said. And I wasn’t shy about it, I grabbed and squeezed them long and hard. Gosh, both asses were amazing. Paul was right, his ass was a bit bigger and harder. I was in heaven, I don’t know how nobody spotted my erection.

    So Paul asked: “So, was I not correct?”, but before I could answer it, Lauren interrupted.

    “That was a great show, but I think you boys had had too much to drink already. So Nick, let’s go home.” I was so disappointed to hear that. But she was right though… What was I thinking? Licking abs and grabbing butts from 21 year old boys in a club? As Lauren proceeded to say goodbyes and pull Nick away, Paul stopped her, and proposed that we all chug one last beer before going home. She was reluctant, but Nick convinced her.

    So we got 4 beers at the bar, and drank it all at once. I must admit it had been a while since I did that, and the alcohol hit me pretty hard. Nick and Lauren said their goodbyes, Nick gave me his phone number just in case I was ever around and they left.

    So I was left there, as drunk as I had been in years, next to a very attractive guy, who I had just minutes ago licked his abs in front of everyone. I was horny as hell and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. But to my disappointment, while I was catching Nick’s phone number, Paul had already engaged in flirting with this pretty blonde girl, and I realized those were just straight drunk frat boys, and that I had no chance with them. With that, I decided to head back to the hotel. Since Paul was so into talking to that girl, I didn’t want to interrupt, so I just walked away without saying goodbye.

    On my way out I decided I had to make a bathroom stop, otherwise I wouldn’t make it to the hotel without pissing my pants, but when I walked to the bathroom, there it was, the huge line again. However, I remembered Lauren told Paul about the backstage men’s room, so I decided to give it a try. I walked behind the DJ’s stage where I saw just one door, but no sign saying it was a bathroom, I had to pee so hard I opened it anyway. Sure enough it was a bathroom, all clean and new, just renovated, it had 5 urinals so I just went to the first one.

    A few seconds later, I heard the door open. I thought it might be someone from the staff telling me I wasn’t supposed to be there. I had to pee so bad that I just didn’t look at them and proceeded with my business. To my surprise this person walked to me, and positioned themselves on the urinal right next to mine. There were no dividers or anything of the sort, so I thought it was weird they chose the one right next to me. It is then when I hear a familiar voice:

    “Hey, you left with no goodbye, not nice man! But then I saw you walking backstage so I realized you were just going to pee. And I also had to pee. So here I am.” 

    As he laughed I looked up and saw Paul’s cute face, and replied:

    “Sorry bro, I didn’t want to interrupt you with that pretty blond”

    “Her? I fuck her whenever I want, she loves my dick. She can’t get enough of it. One text message and she shows up on my dorm’s door. Day or night, just like a dog. But I had to pee as well, and you still didn’t say if my ass is better than Nick’s…”

    He laughed in a more masculine and controlled manner this time, not like a crazy drunk boy like before. And as he said it, he opened his pants, pulled out his cock and started to pee. I tried to control myself, but he was just next to me and I was so drunk, plus he made it sound like his cock was amazing, so I had to look at it. And as I did, I must say I was very disappointed. Yes he was soft, but it couldn’t have been bigger than 3 inches. Nicely shaved and decent size hanging balls, but a small dick.

    “Like what you see?” He asked while staring at my dick.

    “I am sorry, but I must say it is rather small. I expected it to be bigger.” I don’t even know how I had the guts to say that. I must have been the alcohol speaking, but I couldn’t control myself…  Poor guy, I shouldn’t have said that. I was going to apologize when he stopped peeing, lowered his pants, and turned his ass toward me.

    “What about my ass? Is it good enough for you? Go ahead grab it and feel it without the pants”

    I was caught off guard. I had just been rude to him, and still he wants to know about his ass. Which btw, was perfect. Not huge, but a nice size, somewhat tanned, just a bit of light blond hair on it, and firm as a rock.

    Well this time I didn’t lose any second. I grabbed it nice and hard. First one hand, then both. I played with it, squeezed, slap it, and kneeled down to have a better look at it. The muscles, the tiny bit of blonde fur, the soft skin… I even dared to touch his hole with one of my fingers.

    I told him “This is the best ass I have ever seen in my life.”

    He turned his head smiling from ear to ear… “I told you so…” and with that he bent forward giving me an even better view of that amazing ass. 

    I was going crazy. I used both hands to spread the cheeks apart, and was rewarded with the most amazing tight pink hole. I couldn’t care less at that point. I mean anyone could have opened that bathroom door at any second, but without thinking or saying anything to Paul, I dove in with my tongue.

    Paul started to moan and begged me not to stop. He put his hand behind my head and forced my face against his ass. I rimmed it like there was no tomorrow. I used one hand to hold the cheeks apart, and began playing with his hanging balls with the other, never stopping my tongue action.  It felt amazing!

    “Well your tongue is also the best I’ve ever had”, said Paul while moaning, now loudly.

    After a few minutes of it, I wanted to fuck him so badly, but didn’t know if he would like the idea. So I decided to stick a finger in and see his reaction. So I pull my face away from his ass, free my now fully hard dick from my pants, and start jerking it off with my left hand, while I insert my right index finger on that tight pink hole. When I do, Paul’s ass contracts and he jumps forward, and say:

    “If you are going to finger me, you gotta suck me as well”. As he said it he turned around, exposing his now raging hard cock. I could not believe it! It had grown to be at least 8 inches. I was still thicker than him, but he had me on length. It was uncut like mine, but his foreskin covered just a tiny bit of the head, it was almost like he was cut. 

    “Not so tiny after all, right?” he asked with a horny smile on his face.

    “No, it is amazing… you are amazing” I reply. And with that I put as much of that big cock in my mouth as I can. And seconds later I stick my finger on his but again. This sends a flow of electricity to his entire body, and he moans as loud as he can. I thought he was going to collapse with pleasure when I put the second and then the third fingers in.

    I considered myself very skilled at this, but it has been a while, especially with such a big cock, so when I try to deepthroat it, his mushroom head hits the back of my mouth and it doesn’t go through. Without saying a word, Paul places both hands on the back of my head, and forces his dick down my throat. It takes a few seconds for me to get used to it, but when I do, we are both in heaven.

    He was breathing heavily, moaning like crazy and telling me how hot I was. After a few minutes of this I felt his entire body start shaking, and all I hear is:

    “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and he didn’t even finish his sentence as he shot one of the biggest loads I have ever seen down my throat. It was like a porno. I took it all like a pro. And after 10 ropes of cum, he is still hard in my throat. He suddenly pulls off of me, and pulls me up. Stares deep into my eyes for a few moments, and starts kissing me passionately. 

    We are making out hard for like 5 minutes when we suddenly hear the door open and the music from the party gets in the bathroom. We quickly spring apart, and a very drunk guy walks in and heads to the last urinal. We both zip up our pants and head to the sinks, where while washing our hands, Paul whispers in my ear:

    “Should we keep this party going, into your hotel room?”

    I only signalize yes with my head, and he follows me out…

    We went straight to the hotel, and up to my room. When I open the door and walk in, I look back at him and I see he texting someone:

    “Room 225”. 

    So I ask, who was he talking to? And to my delight, his reply is:

    “Nick. This is one party he wouldn’t miss! Lauren is asleep already, he will be here soon.”

    To be continued…

  • A Lustful Kidnapping

    The highest hill near the ancient Jordanian town of Madaba, thirty kilometers southwest of the capital city of Amman and the only one around with tree covering—olive tree orchards—on it rose from the rear of the Phoenix Palace Hotel in the suburb of Al-Faysallya. Nineteen-year-old American college student, Paul Townsend, liked to do his running here not only because of the incline of the hill or the pathways cut through the orchards, providing some filtered shelter from the sun, but also because Rafik Zawati did his running here as well, and the orchards provided not only shade but some privacy for rest periods from the running.

    Paul attended the American University of Madaba to the north of the city, where he was studying archaeology in close proximity to excavation work in Madaba, once a trade route crossroads in the Middle East and where important Byzantine and Umayyad mosaics had been uncovered and were being more extensively studied. His father, once an Exxon Oil executive and more recently divorced and settled in Jordan as a senior official of the Jordanian Ministry of Energy and Mineral Resources, lived in Amman. He had brought Paul, somewhat undersized of stature, but well-formed and a handsome blond, blue-eyed young man, with him to Amman, and Paul, taking an interest in archaeology, could see no better place to go to college than the nearby American University of Madaba, where he could combine studies with practical experience at the excavations there.

    He knew Rafik Zawati from their combined sports activities on the soccer field. Paul played for the university soccer team. Rafik, twenty-six, achingly handsome, sultry-dark, hard bodied and the result of Arabic breeding with Crusaders, was a standout player on the Jordanian national soccer team. He also was the teacher in charge of athletics at the Al-Faysallya Secondary Boy’s School and ran regularly on the hill behind the nearby Phoenix Palace Hotel. Whereas Paul had been raised in wealth and the privilege that goes with being American and living abroad, Rafik had come up in life the hard way—orphaned and living hand to mouth in the alleys of Amman. In doing so, he learned to survive and folded in with the criminal underbelly of the city. Despite the contrast and their difference in age, the two fit together not only because of their shared interest in soccer and running and because Rafik was a source of recreational drugs, but also because they both were actively gay and Rafik was a rough top and Paul was a submissive, preferring it rough.

    Rafik was running in place at the base of the hill behind the hotel gardens as Paul drove into the hotel parking lot, parked, and jogged over to him. Each of them was wearing just athletic shorts, jocks, and running shoes. Instead of stopping to greet Rafik, Paul punched the Arab lightly in the bicep as he passed him, gave the older man a grin, and raced up the hill and into the olive trees. Rafik, the more powerful of the two and with the better running legs, hesitated for a moment and then followed. Paul ran and Rafik jogged. They worked their way in and out of the regularly spaced trees in zigzag fashion up the side of the hill, over the top and down a bit of the other side, on the side facing north, away from the village. Here the scrub was scruffier, the trees having been played out and not cared for as well as those on the southern slope.

    Here there was more cover, more privacy.

    Rafik caught up to Paul, Paul winded from the run, Rafik as fresh as when he had started, by an olive tree with low-hanging branches, the ones near the bottom bare and played out, the tree well off the foot path. The older man reached out, grabbed Paul by the throat, and pulled him into a brutal kiss. His other hand went to the waistband of his own athletic shorts, which, after extracting a condom disk from a pocket, he pushed down, along with the jock strap. The shorts and jock went to the ground, as Rafik forced Paul to his knees in front of him, positioned the younger man’s face in front of his crotch, and pressed the bulb of his engorged cock at the blond’s lips. Paul opened his mouth, took the cock in, and gave it suck. At the same time, he pushed his shorts down off his waist, handed his own cock and stroked himself what he sucked the cock.

    Neither man had said anything in preparation for this. They didn’t have to. They’d done this before.

    When he felt like doing so, Rafik jerked Paul up onto his feet, backhanded him across the cheek, turned him, and forced him down onto his belly between the low-hanging branches of the olive tree. Paul, conditioned to respond to authoritarian control, murmured, “Yes, yes, yes,” as the older man crouched behind him, one hand palming Paul’s belly and the other alternating between slapping Paul’s bare buttocks and distending and squeezing the young man’s balls, while the Arab ate the American’s ass out.

    Paul extended his arms, grabbing for a hold on the gnarled branches of the olive tree, as Rafik stood, loomed over the smaller man’s body, rolled on the condom, put his cock in place, and thrust up inside Paul’s channel, penetrating slowly but forcefully, stretching the young man’s passage. Paul cried out, with no one up here on the deserted side of the hill to hear him, as Rafik started to pump him hard and deep. One of Rafik’s hands alternated from holding Paul in place by palming the young man’s belly and slapping Paul hard on the rump, as his other hand gripped the young man’s chin, pulling Paul’s head painfully back into Rafik’s chest, and Rafik’s fingers covering Paul’s mouth, controlling the young man’s breathing so that Paul was completely under his control. Paul’s hands scrabbled ineffectively at the Arab’s hard body for a few moments but gave up and dangled uselessly at the American’s side.

    The fuck completed, Rafik let Paul sink to the ground under the tree, jerked his shorts and jock back on, turned, and ran off to complete his run.

    Exhausted, Paul lay there for a bit, his run over, his body racked with aches from the brutal taking, but a slight smile on his face and a purr in his throat. He liked it rough. It made him feel alive. He needed to be cruelly mastered.

    When Paul had walked, gingerly, back down the southern slope of the hill to the hotel parking lot, Rafik was there, leaning up against the fender of Paul’s silver 2005 SLK Mercedes sports coupe, smiling, looking oh so sexy, and smoking a cigarette.

    * * * *

    Lionel Townsend’s villa in Amman, adjacent to the Amman National Park and the Bisharrat Golf Club, was small, but it was well-appointed, with a large lot accommodating a stone terrace and Olympic-sized swimming pool and was in an exclusive part of town. Townsend’s position put him in charge of acquiring the oil and gas contracts for Jordan, which had been unlucky in the wheels’ spin for underground oil deposits and had to import most of its energy needs. Townsend was currently in negotiations with both the Kuwait Petroleum Company and Abu Dhabi National Oil Company bids for the Jordan contract for the next ten years. The Abu Dhabi company negotiator, Sheik Zayed al-Bunduq, was in town, and when Paul and Rafik Zawati arrived to use the villa’s pool, Paul had every reason to think his father was in talks with Al-Bunduq at the Energy Ministry.

    The house was unoccupied when they arrived. Thus, Paul had reason to assume they were alone when he guided Rafik through the villa and to the pool at the back. He had driven the Arab into Amman as Rafik had a national team soccer practice in Amman later that afternoon. He had time to kill before that, though, and the two had decided to cool off in Paul’s dad’s pool.

    They did cool off, but after that they heated up, as Paul rode Rafik’s cock on a pool bed on the other side of the pool from the house. Rafik was on his back on the lounger, facing the villa, and Paul was straddled on Rafik’s cock, also facing the villa. The younger blond was rising and falling on the swarthy Arab’s cock, as Rafik controlled the bounce with a collar on a leash around Paul’s neck and with sharp slaps of his other hand on Paul’s flanks and bouncing buttocks.

    Mid fuck, Paul looked up at the villa to see that a man was standing there on the back, glassed-in porch, watching them fuck. He was an older man in full Arab dress—sparkling white robe, buttoning down the front that was called a thawb in the Middle East region, and a white, flowing head scarf on his head, a ghutra, with a black head band.

    Paul surmised that this must be Sheik Al-Bunduq and that his father must have brought the Abu Dhabi negotiator back to the villa either to entertain him or to continue the negotiations and that the man had come out onto the porch to see the pool. He was seeing more than the pool, though, and, as he remained standing there and watching, he was obviously finding it entertaining.

    In this surmise, Paul was correct. The man was the Abu Dhabi sheik. He also was entertained. Zayed al-Bunduq was a weathered and wizened chieftain of the desert. He wasn’t a stranger to what men could do with other men and he was a connoisseur in the techniques suggested by how Rafik was controlling Paul by the pool with the throat leash and the slaps on the rump. Al-Bunduq was a virile, vigorous man in his fifties, tall and muscular, so hawk nosed and ugly that he was attractive, and cruel in his sexual demands. He was particularly aroused by small, young blond men, such as Paul was, who were hard to find and put under him in the Middle East, which accounted for his frequent visits to Hamburg, Germany, where what he enjoyed was available in abundance.

    He was aroused by the play of Rafik and Paul at the pool, but he didn’t linger long in the porch. He didn’t want Lionel Townsend to come looking for him and see the interest he’d taken in the sport transpiring by the pool. He’d seen photos of Paul Townsend in the house already and been drawn to the handsome young blond, so he realized this was the son of the man he was negotiating with.

    He kept the meeting short but cordial and hopeful, and was waiting in his rented limousine with the driver and bodyguard who had been supplied to him by his Amman underworld connections when Rafik came out of the Townsend villa compound to find a taxi to take him to the Amman International Stadium in Al Hussein Youth City for his soccer practice. Al-Bunduq’s bodyguard, who Rafik knew and trusted, called the young man over to the limousine, where a short discussion transpired between the Abu Dhabi sheik and Rafik before the soccer player entered the car to get a ride to the stadium.

    * * * *

    Rafik Zawati was waiting, running in place, as usual, in the back garden of the Phoenix Palace Hotel when Paul Townsend arrived in his Mercedes coupe, parked it in the hotel parking lot, ran past Rafik in shorts and running shoes, blew the Arab hunk a kiss, and ran up the zigzagging trail to the summit of the hill and over that down to the overgrown orchard with its low-branch olive trees. Rafik gave the slower runner a good hard start before he nodded to two men getting out of a black van in the hotel parking lot. Then he followed Paul up the hill.

    At the olive tree where they had met up and fucked before, Paul was stripped naked and had perched himself on low-hanging branches of the olive tree, his legs splayed, feet hooked in the branches, and his arms extended, his hands grasping branches above him. When Rafik arrived, he stripped down and climbed up into the tree to where his crotch was at the level of Paul’s face. Paul took the Arab’s cock in his mouth and gave him suck.

    When Rafik was ready he jumped down from the tree, knelt in front of Paul and gave the younger man’s cock, balls, and hole attention, opening him up, while Paul swayed in the branches and groaned and moaned softly.

    Rafik fucked Paul there with Paul splayed out in the embrace of the olive tree branches. As he did so, he grasped Paul’s throat and controlled his breathing. Paul’s eyes were bugging out and he was gagging when the fuck became intense and Rafik was pounding him deep and hard. As the Arab started into the release of his cum, he moved his thumbs up under Paul’s jaw bone, into the soft tissue there. Pressing in the right place, Paul gurgled, his eyes rolled up into his head, and he blacked out.

    Two Arabs with balaclava masks on appeared and, taking Paul’s slumped body between them, carried him down the hill, and, seeing no one else about, bundled him into a black van and drove off.

    Rafik had extracted the keys to the Mercedes from the pocket of Paul’s shorts, which hadn’t been put back on the young man and continued on his usual run on the hill pathways before he came down to the base of the hill, once more looking around to see if anyone was watching before he unlocked and entered the Mercedes. The coupe was found the next day in a parking lot on the American University of Madaba grounds.

    * * * *

    The two abductors kept the balaclavas on when they manhandled Paul into the room where he was kept prisoner for four days. This wasn’t anything like Paul had experienced before and he was scared shitless. So, after he regained consciousness, finding his wrists were bound behind his back, there was a cloth bag over his head, and he was lying on what seemed to be the floor of a moving vehicle, he was completely disoriented and had no idea how long the vehicle had been moving. He did discern after a while that they seemed to have left a highway and entered an urban area where the movement was slower and jerkier and he could hear the sounds of city life.

    He also had no idea what sort of building the two thugs manhandled him into other than he was hustled up some stairs. It was a Tallaini Street male brothel in the red-light district of Amman’s Jubaiha section. Paul, in fact, had been in two secretly located gay bars within a block of this brothel, but he would have no idea they were nearby. The men were rough with him but not brutal.

    When the cloth bag came off his head and his wrists were released, he was in a tiled bathroom and one of the hooded men was telling him in slow, simple Arabic to shower and clean himself out—that it would be a while before he’d get another bathroom break. The men seemed to know that he was an English speaker but that he could manage some rudimentary Arabic. Paul understood what they meant about not having relief time again for a while immediately after he’d showered and toweled himself off.

    Returning to a small connected the bathroom he only had time to register that there was a double bed and a café table with a straight chair and that the room had walls covered with heavy, padded blankets over cinder block and two small, horizontal barred windows high on the wall under the ceilings. He was to learn that the padding was for noise insulation. He got his first inkling that that was the case when he saw that there was a St. Andrew’s cross X-frame set against one wall and chains with wrist cuffs hanging down over an open space in the room. The tile floor was slight sloping to a drain in the floor.

    The windows didn’t emit light, so they must have been shuttered from the outside. He didn’t have time to take much else in because the two men, efficiently working in consort, had Paul spread-eagled, face down, on the bed and tied off with restraints, ankles and wrists, at the four corners of the bed. They stuffed a bolster under his belly, lifted and rolling his pelvis up—and pretty much telling Paul what was going to happen to him shortly—and withdrew from the room, shutting the door with a solid sound. Paul heard the lock click. It didn’t matter much; he was bound to the bed, naked, anyway. They had left nothing in the room he could use as clothing. He had still been wearing his running shoes when they brought him into the room, but they took those off him and with them with they left.

    He didn’t have to wait long. A tall, elderly Arab in a white thawb entered the room. Paul recognized him as the Abu Dhabi oil company negotiator who had watched him riding Rafik’s cock by the pool at his father’s villa in Amman—Sheik Zayed al-Bunduq. Paul had no idea whether the sheik knew who he was and he certainly didn’t think Al-Bunduq would realize that Paul knew who the sheik was.

    The sheik was holding a leather strap that he flicked against his thigh as he stood over the bed and unbuttoned and flared his thawb, and Paul began to moan from that point. Al-Bunduq was naked under the thawb and when he’d shrugged the thawb off his shoulders to puddle to the floor around him all he had was the strap in his hand. The sheik was a gaunt, deeply tanned, leather-skinned old man of the desert, but he was hard-bodied and sinewy, hawk-nosed, of cruel aspect and stood ram-rod straight. His eyes were black and piercing, showing sharp wits and cleverness. No lies would get beyond him. He would know when Paul’s screams were genuine or faked to gain sympathy. His cock was in full, upcurved erection and its leathery ball sacs drooped against his muscular thighs.

    There was no question what business had brought him to this padded-wall cell. This was to be fulfillment of his sexual fantasy with a luscious, young blond and blue-eyed man, a young man who the sheik knew took the cock and took it rough and cruel.

    He had no idea how well the young man would take the strap and more, but he would now find out. There were no introductions, no explanations. The young man lay there, on the bed, bound and spread-eagled, naked and at his mercy. Even Paul, moaning deeply already, realized that the sheik was not a man of mercy. The look in his eye and the hardness of his cock marked him a man consumed with lust at this moment.

    He lifted his arm up and snapped it down. Paul cried out in surprise and pain as the strap struck his buttocks. Arm raised and snapped down to the sound of the crack on the young man’s buttocks, back, and thighs, as Paul cried out in surprise and pain—although there was more surprise, fear, and frustration than pain. The sheik wasn’t putting a lot of force behind the beating; it sounded more ominous than it was.

    Still, Paul screamed for the old man, and the old man laughed as he set about his work—and his pleasure. The purpose of the whipping became apparent in the hardening it produced in the old man’s erection.

    When Paul had stopped writhing and crying out and had subsided into sobs and whimpers, the sheik dropped the strap on the floor by the bed, came up onto the bed on his knees between the young man’s spread legs, and buried his face in Paul’s ass crack. As Paul resumed his writhing and moaning, now more in passion than pain, in response to the man eating his ass out, Al-Bunduq let his hands glide all over the youth’s body, enjoying the smoothness and resilience of the young skin. A hand went under the young man’s body, grasped Paul’s cock, and he stroked him off to an ejaculation, Paul was reduced to pants and moaning and, eventually, moving his hips in response to the hand job and the tongue working inside his passage.

    The initial cries of “Mercy, please, no” from the young man subsided into declarations of “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck,” and, eventually, as Paul adjusted to the pain-passion of the taking into the realization that he had fantasized this using of his body and became deep moans and murmurs of “Yes, yes, like that. Oh, god, yes.”

    When Paul ejaculated, the sheik rose behind him, took up the strap again, and put it into use to bring himself back to a rock-hard erection. This accomplished, he tossed the strap aside, hovered over and on top of Paul’s body, put the bulb of his thick cock in position, and took his time stretching and possessing the young man’s passage. Once aroused, the old man was as vigorous and virile as other men. The bulb of his curved cock rubbed against the channel walls they were working, caressing and punishing, stretching and possessing. The fuck slowly was owning the young man, who could not resist the mastery of the old man’s cock. Paul moved under him in coordination with the rhythm of the fuck, going with the taking now, sighing, moaning, and murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes,” as the man mastered him with his thick shaft.

    At the point of ejaculation, the sheik raised up, dug his fingernails into Paul’s hips, holding the young, trembling man in tight control, and, as he released once, twice, three times, sounded out a victory cry in Arabic. Once more the Arab world had defeated the West. Receiving the man’s cum, Paul panted and gasped, his mouth yawning in being fully possessed and his eyes bugging out. He collapsed into his bound spread-eagled position, as the sheik took some victory laps of post-ejaculation thrustings as his shaft went flaccid.

    When the sheik had finished and withdrawn from the room, the two hooded thugs returned, one standing at the door while the other freed the young man of his restraints. Paul was escorted to the bath to shower again by one of the hooded men, who stayed long enough after he had showered to apply salve to the welts on Paul’s back, buttocks, and thighs. The skin hadn’t been broken, but the welts were red and they burned under the salve.

    When they returned to the bedroom, a meal had been set on the café table. Paul was left alone to eat it.

    In the evening, the sheik returned, once more only in a flared-open thawb, again in full erection and carrying the strap. Paul wasn’t bound this time, but the sheik was large and powerful enough to be able to fully control the young man. He held him down on his belly on the bed and used the strap to subdue him again. This time the strikes were more forceful. Paul was fully cowed and docile when the sheik turned him onto his back, grasped his ankles, raised and spread the young’s legs, thrust inside him, and fucked him in a missionary position.

    In the darkness of the night, alone on the bed, still moaning and feeling the effects of both the strapping and the fucking, Paul struggled with himself on seeing this as a violation or a fulfillment of a fantasy. He had no idea why the sheik had had him abducted like this and was using him so fully and cruelly. He did realize that the sheik was fulfilling a fantasy of his own, but Paul had no idea where there went. If it was just cruel sex, he could get enjoyment out of it himself and test boundaries he had wondered about. But how far would this go?

    He also contemplated what Rafik’s role had been in this abduction and he couldn’t come up with a scenario that made Rafik an innocent bystander—unless something had happened to Rafik after Paul had blacked out. Was Rafik wounded or dead and lying on the hill in Al-Faysallya—or was he part of this kidnapping plot? At some point would he come in and fuck Paul too? Paul was embarrassed that he wanted that to happen. He was even more embarrassed to realize that he wanted the sheik to return and to fully use his body again.

    He was shocked to realize that his reaction to the initial mild strikes of the whip the first time to the more forceful application the second time was that he anticipated and welcomed even more cruelty the next time.

    On the second day, Zayed al-Bunduq did return, first in the late afternoon to strap and fuck Paul again, this time with Paul spread-eagled on the bed on his back, watching everything done to him. In the evening the sheik returned again. This time he toyed with the young man, leaving the door to the cell open as if unintentionally and Paul unbound. When Paul made a foolish dash for the door, purely on instinct, as the sheik surmised he would, Al-Bunduq grabbed him, overpowered him, beat him down, forced Paul to his hands and knees, mounted him, and fucked him on the tile floor like a dog. It was done purely for the sheik’s pleasure in demonstrating his power and control, but Paul had to admit to himself that he enjoyed it as well and that he was being opened to far broader sexual pleasure and satisfaction than he’d even experienced before.

    On the afternoon of the third day, the cruelty escalated. Paul was bound to the X-frame, facing the wall and whipped and fucked. For variety that evening he was hung by his wrists from the chains dropping from the ceiling and whipped and fucked. When the sheik had worked himself up to full, throbbing erection with the effort of the whip, he grabbed Paul’s legs under his thighs, raised and spread the young man’s legs, as Paul hung there from the ceiling chains, hooked Paul’s knees on his hips, put himself into position, and penetrated and buried his cock. Grasping Paul’s butt cheeks and spreading the hole as open as possible with his thumbs, the sheik fucked the young man deep, hard, and fast. Arching his back and head and crying out to the ceiling, Paul wantonly went with the fuck, swaying against the thrusting cock, taking up the rhythm, giving himself wholly to this man who tortured and fucked—and fully satisfied—him.

    Sensing the young man had fully surrendered to him, Al-Bunduq reached up, unbound Paul’s wrists from the overhead chain, carried him to the bed without losing purchase inside him, and laid him on his back at the foot of the bed. For the first time in all of the time they’d been together, their lips met in a lingering kiss that lasted through the sheik positioning their bodies most more, with Paul’s knees still hooked on his hips, and the sheik’s cock working Paul deep in his spongy core. Paul’s hands went to the gnarly old man’s shoulder blades, his fingernails digging in to share the pain with the man who was now his lover, and he arched his back, as the old man’s hands cradled and held his head, and moved his pelvis with the fuck, the old man fucking him and he fucking the old man.

    The two were one, fused fucking machine.

    By the fourth day Paul was thoroughly mastered and cowed. That morning, the sheik lay on his back on the bed and Paul, unbound, with the door to the cell open, and left entirely to express his own passion, saddled himself on the sheik’s hips and rode the man’s cock with wild abandon. Paul was fully invested in the visits himself and Al-Bunduq was assured that the young man had fully surrendered to him. Paul no longer cared that he’d been abducted. He was getting as much pleasure out of the old, cruel Arab as the sheik was getting out of him. The two clearly were comfortable with each other now and mutually satisfied. They were conversing, mostly dirty sex talk, but shared freely. At noon another chair was brought in and they ate a meal together at the café table.

    In the afternoon of the fourth day, the two Arab thugs were given their bonus. One after the other, wearing only their balaclavas, the two men entered the room and each fucked Paul. One was tall and sinewy and one was stocky and hirsute. Both were hard-bodied and able to hold an erection, though. One was quick and clinical, taking Paul, bent over the end of the bed, swiftly in the position of the dog. The other was a lover, fondling and working Paul’s body to where the young man was begging for it when the stocky Arab spread and raised the young man’s legs, nestled in between his thighs, mounted him, and took him to heaven. Paul resisted neither of the men, was not bound or beaten during the fuck, and went with it fully. He did so later in the evening going into the night, as well, as, at twenty-minute intervals other men paid their fee to be brought into the cell to enjoy their piece of the young blond and blue-eyed American whore. This was, after all a male brothel. Paul took them all willingly and, now, with his own slice of pleasure—and to exhaustion.

    In the night, he lay there, on the bed, exhausted, unable to move, unable even to close his legs, one arm dangling off the side the bed, the other one flung across his face. He had lost count of how many men at fucked him. He was whimpering—and even to his ears he realized that he was purring. The one thing he knew for sure was that he was fully satiated.

    The flood of light across the bed caused him to move the arm off his face and look toward the open door from the corridor. Sheik Zayed al-Bunduq walked to the foot of the bed, unbuttoned and slipped off his thawb, and climbed up onto the bed between Paul’s spread legs.

    There was no question now that the sheik was in charge and Paul was to be the docile submissive. And this was the way Paul was finding he liked it. He liked to be covered by an older man; he liked to be manhandled by the man; he even liked a little pain with his pleasure—and sometimes more than a little pain sent him straight up into arousal heaven. The young man had never before ejaculated as prodigiously and often as he had done in these four days under the control of the sheik. The young man addressed the older man with respect and awe and as the master. Paul had become a willing sex slave to Zayed al-Bunduq

    * * * *

    On the fifth day, the police who had been stationed in Lionel Townsend’s villa following the payment of a ransom demand of an almost laughable paltry amount, received notification where they could find Paul Townsend. He was where they’d been told to look—groggy from sedatives and sitting on a park bench in the depths of the Amman National Park, adjacent to the Townsend villa’s neighborhood. His hands were bound behind his back, a cloth hood covered his head, and he was wearing nondescript, unlabeled shorts, a T-shirt, and the running shoes he had been abducted in. The kidnapping was just one of several low-ransom snatching of children of foreign expatriates living in Amman over the period, and the amount of ransom led the police to conclude that it was the work of a minor gang operating in the city. Thus far all of the victims had been released quickly and without harm. Paul was just one more of the lucky ones, warned to be more circumspect in his life from there on out—and perhaps to hire an off-duty policeman as a bodyguard.

    The police, of course, questioned Paul closely on what he had experienced, but he was able—he was willing—to tell them little, claiming he’d been drugged the whole time. He didn’t tell them he’d been molested, repeatedly and roughly, while imprisoned. And he most definitely didn’t tell them that he knew who had molested him and who obviously was responsible for having him kidnapped. He didn’t point the finger at Rafik, either.

    When the doctor the police sent him to examined him, he found the effects of the strapping and whipping. Fortuitously for Paul, the doctor found this more arousing than something of concern to report to either the police or Paul’s father, and Paul was able to win the man’s silence by letting him fuck and flog him. By now, Paul had realized that the strap enhanced his own arousal during sex.

    By prearrangement, Paul returned to the doctor’s office after hours and, because he had learned he enjoyed being fucked bound, allowed himself to be trussed on the doctor’s examination table, face down, arms dropped off the sides, wrists bound to the side of the table, and legs bound in stirrups and spread. Using his belt—and in later encounters a paddle—the doctor reddened the young man’s buttocks cheeks before saddling up to him from behind and on top, penetrating, and fucking him. Both enjoyed the experience enough that Paul signed on as one of the doctor’s patients with the difference that, in the future, the doctor paid him for appointments rather than the other way around.

    Zayed al-Bunduq had threatened reprisals if Paul revealed anything to the police, and, as far as Paul knew, the old Arab wasn’t even aware that Paul knew who he was. In the event, though, the sheik had no worries of what Paul would say. For Paul it had become an adventure that he wanted to have. There was no reason that either his father or the police need know that, however. He had no trouble understanding that he hadn’t been kidnapped for the ransom money but because Zayed al-Bunduq wanted to fuck him. And, for this, Paul was flattered.

    Shortly after Paul was released, the Abu Dhabi National Oil Company won the Energy Ministry’s bid for oil and gas supply, which the Kuwait Petroleum Company objected to, giving evidence that they bid had been the lowest, but no one publicly charged Lionel Townsend with having been bribed—and they certainly didn’t connect the bid win with the kidnapping of Townsend’s son. If Townsend himself made such a connection with the Abu Dhabi negotiator, Sheik Zayed al-Bunduq, or if Al-Bunduq had made such a connection himself to force the bid win, Lionel never mentioned it to Paul

    Two weeks later, the American University of Madaba soccer team hosted an exhibition game with the team of the nearby Al-Faysallya Secondary Boy’s School. Paul played on the university team and Rafik Zawati coached the boy’s school team. Paul and Rafik had not met up since the kidnapping. During the game Rafik found a moment to speak in private with Paul. The older man didn’t explain or apologize for whatever his role had been in the kidnapping. He revealed he had been part of the plot, though.

    “The man who you spent four days with is back in the city and wishes to use you again,” he whispered in Paul’s ear. “If you value your safety and that of your father, you will meet with him.”

    “You mean the old man who had me abducted and then molested me, over and over again. The man you helped kidnap me.”

    “The way I heard it you came to love it, Paul. That you gave yourself willingly to the man after he made you realize it was what you wanted. I thought it was what you wanted. Was it?”

    “Yes, it was,” Paul admitted.

    “Can you then forgive my part in it? The sheik really gave me no choice but to help him. Will you go back to running with me on the hill?”

    “Yes, I’d like that.”

    Rafik smiled. “I’ll take you to him. We can arrange for you to just be going out with me after the game to a café as a gesture of good sportsmanship between our schools. I will, instead, take you to a house on Tallaini Street in Amman. He is willing to pay. You can start earning some of the ransom money back.”

    “Yes, fine,” Paul answered. “He doesn’t have to use threats. I will go to him willingly and give him anything he wants from me. This house on Tallaini Street—is it where I’ve been before?”

    “I wouldn’t know anything about that,” Rafik said, giving Paul a wary look. He couldn’t be sure yet that the young man would forgive the role he’d taken in the abduction. Rafik had taken a chance on that. He had a story prepared of being overpowered, though, and that he didn’t report it because he didn’t think Paul would want to be connected with him in public in sexual activity in the hills of Al-Faysallya. Rafik was a soccer star; the news would splash.

    “But could it be the same place I was held?” Paul persisted.

    “It could be. Tallaini is the street of brothels. You could have been held in one.”

    “I was taken by many men there, not just the old man—and my keepers. Do you suppose . . . do you suppose this brothel might be hiring Westerners like me—on an occasional service basis?”

    “You enjoyed having many men on top of you, one after the other?”

    “It was exciting.”

    Rafik gave Paul a pointed look, broke out into a grin, laughed, and said, “I’m quite sure they would love to hire you.”

    And indeed, the male brothel on Tallaini Street was quite pleased to add Paul to their roster of prostitutes willing to take the whip.

  • The obsession to be intimate

    Stranger hot men

    Delhi , India

    (Indraprasth park evening 6pm )

    It had been almost two hours sitting alone in Indraprastha Park, slowly the evening was turning into night, I took out the phone and saw the time, it was 6:30 in the evening. I put my fingers on the screen of the phone and locked it and sat down.

    “Hi.., maybe you are waiting for someone here” His full manly voice attracted my attention, when I saw him, he was a young man of 25 – 26 years, he had a manly expression on his face, Beard It had grown as if he had not saved it for almost a month, but the setting was done, his mustache had covered half of his upper lip, his hair was a little long, which sometimes touched his cheeks while talking, Height would be about five feet eight inches, the complexion was whitish, he was not muscular but a manly body, on which he had opened the two buttons above his shirt, from which chest hair was peeping out identifying his man, who were drenched in light sweat. He came and sat by my side. “You mean.., who are you by the way” I replied angrily to him, then he started smiling.

    “I am Sameer.., I don’t mean anything, I just saw you sitting alone for a long time, I came to you, now if such a sexy boy like you is sitting alone, no one will come to give you company. If it will go, then why should I miss such an opportunity..” he said, without worry, as if it was an old acquaintance.

    “Have you praised or taunted me?” I asked with a smile.

    “The guy has praised you, but I’m sorry if you’ve been taunted,” he said, holding his ear with his hand.

    Well this was true, maybe, I am average looking, but any man gets attracted to my side very quickly. Most of my friends used to say that man, you are very attractive.. my body shape is almost like a sexy girl, when I used to go somewhere with my friends, some friends jokingly touch my ass. I used to give my body and body the craving for fucking used to increase, then some friends used to say that man, when you walk, seeing your ass, our cock start standing, I used to avoid their talk in smile.

    “It’s ok.. I didn’t mean anything like that, now some such stranger should come to you himself and praise him, it will feel strange”

    I started talking to him, looking at his thick manly beard mustache growing on his face. My body was trying to get into the lap of his manly body, I was looking at his face again and again, but more than that I was watching the bulge of the zip of his jeans, which he adjusted again and again while talking. Maybe his penis was suffocating inside his jeans, he was yearning to come out of his zip, as if the bulge of his zip looked quite bloated, looking at which he had probably seen me a couple of times.

    “Well, you haven’t told your name for so long,” he asked again, adjusting his penis inside the jeans.

    “My name is Amish Roy, I live in Ghaziabad and I had come to visit Delhi with my friend. But the number of the friend I came with is not working, maybe his phone is turned off, and I am here with someone. I don’t even know, so I am waiting for his call, and I can’t even go back to Ghaziabad because I have some work tomorrow, and I don’t remember the address of the hotel where we stayed yesterday. ” When told the problem, he started looking at me sharply

    “Oh so this is it.., then why do you take tension.., now we have also become friends.., maybe your friend will call you later, you can stay in a hotel with a room Or you can walk to my house but you don’t feel like going to my house, then you stay in the hotel and by morning your friend will also call you, then after completing the work you have in the morning, you can comfortably return to your home. Can go home” He put two offers in front of me, I kept watching him how easily he had solved my problem. “I can take a room but I’m scared alone, I can’t feel safe in the hotel alone , that’s why I stay here and I’m waiting for my friend’ s call “

    “Saif doesn’t feel alone,” he smiled and then said, “I understood that by finding you alone in a hotel room, no one should rob you of your respect.” If so, how good would it be? “Don’t be kidding yaar im serious” I looked at him with a peek, he was caressing his penis, the bulge of his penis was getting bigger in his jeans, as if his penis was standing up. “Oh so I have a solution for your problem too.” Sameer looked at me looking at the bulge of his penis and smiled. ” what ?” I gazed in surprise “If you don’t mind, I can stay with you, if you want.” He said after thinking a little, he thought that I might not do it, but after hearing this, my mind and ass got up.., I took a look again This time he saw me looking at the bulge of his jeans, a murderous smile came on his lips, then I smiled seeing him, he put his tongue on his lips,

    “You are sure, you can stop and your family will not say anything” I asked to confirm

    “I can stop if you want,” he said smiling and caressing his penis.

    “Ok.., let’s have a night out with a new friend’s company,” I said looking at his zip, then he stroked his dick with his finger and thumb over the top of the paint, then tickled my ass. c happened,

    “If you don’t like the company, say, often the person I meet once comes to meet again and again.” He taunted his mustache, then my heart fell on his manly style.

    I asked while leaving “Where to go to the hotel from here” “Karol Bagh.., there is a lot of hotel there, and it is also nearby,” he said while walking along. “how far will it be” “If you walk from here, you will reach in 15-20 minutes, and if you want, you can also go by auto,” he said, stopping in front of the park gate. “Okay let’s go on foot, then we will also get time to know about you.” We both walked on the sidewalk.

    To be continued..

  • Piss Pig new year’s night

    New year’s night. I was with a 71 year old big cock daddy! He told me to get ass up face down, and spread my ass wide with my hands. So I did. His mate was infront of me wanting his small dick sucked. So used one hand to spread my ass and one to support myself up to get spit-roasted. He slowly pushed into me about 1/3rd of his dick and then thrust the rest in with force balls deep!

    He nearly busted me! Three strokes of his big cock balls slapping my balls, and boom! I had an orgasm! I blew as my almost hard cock pulsated and throbbed! Big load all over the bed.

    His mate held my head and jammed all into my tongue out sloppy spitty mouthed. Balls slapping my chin. His dick was small but tasty, unwashed! Like I like em.

    He shot pretty soon, considering, I took him balls deep, sloppy wet, tongue out, looking at him with eye contact, moaning! Only a little load cause they were fucking before I got there and was empty! I absorbed his jizz, still getting balls deep by Daddy!

    The slapping sounds got louder and wetter as my ass juices flowed. I repositioned and put my face into my big load on the bed, and started licking the bed sheets sucking it all up, while daddy, went gangbusters on my now open, sloppy Faggot hole, I looked back at daddy, covered in cum, licking my lips, and said” “Am I a good Faggot daddy” right there he moaned and yelled and started pumping his load into my ass! I said, “oh yeah, daddy, fill that Faggot hole, yeah daddy” he had a big orgasim, and slumped onto me and I slumped onto the wet bed! He almost fell asleep! One of those orgasims! The soul sucker!

    I felt his dick soften and Start to slip out. So I said” it’s gonna slip out, quick put it in my mouth. He got up, I turned and squatted, and he put his semi hard , cum and ass juice covered cock into my mouth, no hands I slurped gently, and licked up and down till he was not sensitive again. Then I sat him on the bed, told him to lift up his legs and relax! He did! I squatted again, and preceded to give him thick wide tongue lashes from ass to knob and down again! Cleaned his messy man bits groin like a kid eating a melting gelati. His cum dribbled out of my gaped hole cause I was squatting, so I used my hand to grab it as i finished him off! He asked me to squat over him and squeeze!

    I did what daddy asked. A few wet squelches and a few drips and it was over! My sphincter slowly closed, my ass throbbed, my face and mouth and body slowly absorbed the stink and I lay back and lit a cigarette. HAPPY NEW YEAR BOYS! All I need his mate was spent. Daddy was almost asleep, I was high on shard and DADDY dick, so I got up, and said, im going into the back yard, and ill be there mouth open until daddy needs to piss! Lol

    Suddenly daddy got energy, so too his mate, and we went out back , I squatted, mouth opened, tongue out, drooling saliva, and both of them were pushing to piss in the moment. Cause a piss Faggot Pig, was looking up mouth open needing degradation!

    I kept on degrading myself verbally while I waited. ” Mmm what a dirty pig Faggot I am,” and ” mmm, come on guys, finish the faggot off” lol I’m so Verbal! They both stood there trying to piss, and pulling their cocks! So I spat on both their cocks and up into the air into my face, like a pig, and daddy said, “yeah it’s coming” ” here Faggot, take daddies hot piss”. I said YES DADDY!”

    I opened and out tongue out and he started slowly pissing but dribbling, so I moved and lapped it flicking my tongue like a dog drinking from a tap! Lol. He built up pressure and I just took it into my mouth! Overflowing it onto myself then swallowing the next fill! Pulling my ROCK HARD DICK, and saying, “mmmm thank you daddy” ” please spit on me, please”.

    He spat and I then put my mouth on his cock while the last flow started to wane. He grabbed my head and thrusting it all into my mouth getting harder again! His mate then fired up! I swapped to him and put his whole cock into my mouth, as he started to piss. I opened wide, started tonguing his nuts, while his little dick pissed into my mouth running out all over me!

    They both starred spitting in my face on my head, and degrading me verbally! “YOU DIRTY FILTHY FAGGOT CUNT” “FUCKING PIG” the more they spat and abused the more I got excited! My dick was full raging, throbbing and pulsating! They piss stopped but I didn’t! I then sucked daddy tongue out as he held my head and I had his knob blocking my airway! I reached and gagged. But he held on hard, making me pull out hard to breathe, and I brought up hot piss as I coughed! Daddy said, “YEAH”, his mate said ” YEAH” and I said ” YEAH” as I got oxygen in! Then his mate grabbed my head. He was now hard again! Power fucking my head then pushing me back forcefully saying, ” Fucking faggot” and spitting in my face! Daddy got hold of my neck and walked me to the outdoor lounge! I lay back, head off couch, upside down, and daddy squatted down and thrust fucked my throat !

    I struggled to cope, his 9 inch was full mast. I kept on gagging, and slobbering and vomiting the fresh piss and trying to breath! Daddy was gonna fuck this Faggot pig nasty now. Slamming down and holding down until I nearly passed out and to breath. The verbal was full on. ” Faggot, pig, whore, cunt, ” the spit was flowing, and I was struggling but lovin’ the degradation, and aggressive energy! I was under dick attack then daddy moaned and moaned and pushed down, and screamed full voice,” Ohhhhhh you fucking Faggot!” and with all his weight down my throat, his hands holding my feet down, his mate grabbed my arms, and held them back tight. I was like a star fish. Pinned unable to move , his cock Rick hard half way down my throat, weight

    Pinning my neck bent back , he unloaded into my THROAT! I felt his pulsating dick, unloading and I started going ” gruuuh, gruuuh, gruuuh” trying to breath as my throat tried to regurgitate, but couldn’t cause I had 9 inch pumper, blocking it. It was past my Adams apple. Never had a dick that deep. I throat my 8 inch dildo all the way and that’s maximum. So I thought. Well the neck muscles are powerful, and I had just enough to pull side ways and out! Instantly I regurgitated, his load, his piss, his mates piss and cum, my ass juices, my saliva, and my stomach lining like a proper vomit! Extreme and not pleasurable in those few moments. I coughed, and my eyes watered, blurred, and I was FUCKED UP! That was it! They let go, I started to recover, and reboot! The vomit was bad but lasted 10. second or so. But everything before that was fucking amazing! As I sat there covered in piss, spit and slobber, blurry eyed, and throat killing me, I looked at them both smiling, and I said, ” NOW THAT’S HOW TO FUCK A FAGGOT UP!”. LOL. We all started laughing! I said, THANK you DADDY! I swear my throat was sore like I had tonsilitis!

    For over a week tender, and 19 days in, still tender! Fucking loved it! SUBSERVIENT, submissive, slave but who was in control? I made it all happen. I went, I serviced, I surrendered, I lead, and even when I was pinned , arms and feet held, cock blocking my breath, it was cause I surrendered! law of attraction applies! Careful what you wish for, cause and affect, all in there, and in control in truth, but I’ll claim it as mine! I made it happen!

    Now xx that’s how to fuck a dirty filthy Faggot! Lol

  • Turned at the ABS

    As I was standing at the glory hole with my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger on the other side someone else had slipped in behind me, apparently I hadn’t latched the door properly.

    He started rubbing his hands along my hips and feeling my ass. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see he was a rather large black man. When I started to protest he told me to that if I didn’t want to get hurt I would just keep still and quiet. Then I felt his finger slip between my ass cheeks and rub against my little rose bud. He did this several times before stopping. I figured he was through but was wrong as I then felt the cold liquid of the lube he was pushing into my hole with first one finger, then a second one.

    He stopped again and I felt him pushing his cock against my virgin hole, I tried to tell him no but he just said “I told you to be still and quiet, now do as I said!” Then the head of what felt like a massive cock popped into my hole I bit back a scream as I didn’t want him to hurt me in other ways.

    Thankfully he gave me some time to adjust to his intrusion before he began thrusting in deeper. When he finally bottomed out and I felt his balls slapping against my own he pulled back some and then he pushed back in. He kept this up until he was finally sliding all the way out to the tip of his cock and then shoving it all right back inside my ass. It was beginning to feel good and I found I was actually pushing back towards him.

    It didn’t take long of my being fucked as well as sucked by some stranger on the other side of the wall and I was giving that stranger a mouthful of my seed. When this happened my ass clenched tightly onto the cock in it and that set him off as well and he filled my now hungry ass with his seed.

    When the cock in my ass pulled out the guy told me to take my clothes completely off and give them to him. After he had my clothes he told me to follow him and we left the booth. We went down the hallway and into the theater that was showing gay movies. He was stopping and talking to several black guys as we headed down to the front row. He told me to go into the second row and bend over the back of the seat in front of me.

    Now several of these other guys had gathered around and he was telling them that for $5 they could fuck my mouth and for $10 my ass. I suddenly found myself sucking one big black cock after another while others were filling my ass with their sperm. He told me that he was leaving and that when everyone finished with me I could keep the money and my clothes would be with the clerk at the front of the store. I was now officially a whore.

    When I was finally through being fucked at both ends I gathered up the money laying there on the floor at my feet and headed up front for my clothes. The clerk told me that I couldn’t have them just yet because I hadn’t taken care of him yet. So I went behind the counter, which was open for anyone to see what I was doing and got down on my knees to suck his cock. As I was sucking his cock a customer came in and the clerk started talking to him. The guy asked the clerk if the cock sucker, me, was here to suck everybody’s cocks or just his. The clerk told him to go pick out a booth and when he was through with me he would send me back to take care of him. Just come back and tell me what booth you’re in so he knows where to find you.

    It wasn’t long before I was swallowing yet another mouthful of cum. He told me to go take care of the customer in the booth and by the time I was through with him he would be ready to go again and he wanted to fuck me before giving me my clothes. I had no choice but to do as he said. I ended up having to suck three more big black cocks before going back up to the clerk for my clothes.

    He bent me over his stool and began fucking my already abused manpussy hard and fast. He fucked me like this for several minutes before he pushed in as deep as he could go and bred me right there with several people watching us. Then he gave me my clothes and told me to get out. When I got to my car I found the money from the theater in the pocket with my keys and counted it. I had $120.

    I got home, showered and went to bed. I over slept the following morning and called out of work as my ass, knees and jaws were all pretty sore from all the abuse they received the night before.

    The next day was Saturday and as I was mowing the lawn my phone rang. I didn’t know the number so just let it go. An hour later the black man that had first used me at the ABS showed up at my house. He told me he had gotten all of my personal information from my phone when he took my clothes. He told me to always answer his calls from now on if I knew what was good for me.

    He had me get down right there in my back yard where any of my neighbors could see us and suck his cock. As I was sucking him off he told me how I had been a big hit at the ABS and the owner wanted me to come back tonight. I tried to tell him no but all he said was if I didn’t every one of those contacts on my phone would receive some pictures and video of me from that night.

    To be continued.

  • Used and Abused

    1.

    Jung and Kwan were identical twins born in Korea to a young girl who was raped at the age of eighteen. When they were five years old, she had another illegitimate child. She was very poor and could not support three children but she didn’t want an abortion so it was arranged that a family friend would adopt them. They called him uncle although they were not related.

    Unbeknown to anyone, he was gay. Although homosexuality was legal, it was not accepted by the general public, so he had to keep his sexuality secret. When the boys reached puberty, he decided to move to England and settle in Liverpool. His spinster aunt had died leaving him everything, including a farmhouse that was situated on the outskirts of Liverpool. He never told the authorities that the children were with him, so they didn’t go to school. They’d had a basic education in Korea, so he decided to continue that at home, but it was far from traditional.

    Their mother couldn’t afford to buy them clothes, so the twins only had two sets of second-hand attire to cover the essentials. Before they left Korea, he dressed them in an all-in-one track suit and a second-hand pair of trainers, so they looked reasonably presentable when travelling. They wore no underwear or socks, but the twins weren’t bothered having never worn them during their life to date.

    After a gruelling twelve-and-a-half-hour flight they eventually arrived in London. They then had a four-hour train journey to Liverpool. Not wanting to spend money on hotels, their uncle dragged them onto a train. With no clothes or personal belongings, the only luggage they had was one small suitcase containing the uncle’s few clothes.

    The twins had slept most of the time whilst flying and once on the train they did the same. After arriving in Liverpool their uncle used a cab to take them to the farmhouse. He’d visited his aunt a few times before during his thirty-five years and for some reason had duel nationality. How and why, he had no idea, but he had a feeling that his aunt was in fact his mother, but nothing had been said and it was now too late since she had passed away and so had the couple who raised him.

    Once inside the house, he switched on the water, gas, and electricity supply before sinking into a chair totally exhausted.

    “Strip off” he told the twins. Used to obeying orders, they immediately removed their trainers and tracksuit. Once stark naked they were told to fold them up and place them on the table.

    “Now make a pot of tea.” He indicated the carton of milk he’d bought at the station and told them where to find the tea and biscuits. He’d visited the house for his aunt’s funeral so knew where everything was in the kitchen.

    The house had been modernised over the years including the kitchen. The wall between the small living and dining rooms had been removed so was now one room. The garden was large enough to have a vegetable patch at the far end with an apple tree, gooseberry bushes and rhubarb. This led from an area of grass with flowerbeds either side. Upstairs there were two bedrooms plus a box room.

    A few minutes later Jung returned carrying a tray with mugs, milk, and biscuits. Kwan carried the teapot. Being identical twins he’d always had difficulty in knowing, which was which but once naked, there were small differences that distinguished them. They placed the items on the table and noticed their clothes had disappeared.

    “At home you won’t need clothes, so you’ll stay naked. Understood?”

    “Yes, uncle” they replied. He used the excuse that it saved on the cost of clothes. He too would only wear a pair of boxer shorts at home but didn’t explain the true reason for his decision. With his own savings and the income from his aunt’s estate he had enough to live on, but he hated spending money on what he considered were nonessentials.

    Having told the twins to pour the tea and help themselves to a biscuit, he instructed them to sit with him on the sofa, Jung one side and Kwan the other. He’d taught them to speak English in readiness for this move and instructed them to only speak English from now on.

    “You won’t be going to school. Instead, I will teach you what you’ll need in life.”

    As he said this, he placed his hands on their genitals and fondled them. He’d started doing this about two years before, so they were used to it. As they grew older, they enjoyed the attention having realised they were gay from an early age but had never told him. After a short while they each had an erection, but nobody felt embarrassed.

    Although it was late afternoon, he said they should go to bed having traveled for so many hours. They’d eaten a big meal on the train so could wait until the morning for another. The twins ran upstairs into the back bedroom as instructed. Instead of two small single beds they’d been used to, they found one double bed which made them happy because they loved being together and had made a pact that they’d stay together forever, whatever happened.

    When the twins woke the following morning, having had a good night’s sleep, Kwan wondered for a moment where they were.

    “Our new home in Liverpool with Uncle” Jung replied and held his twin close before kissing him on the forehead. “I have a good feeling about our new life. No school and spending time with Uncle. You like that, don’t you.”

    Kwan nodded and held his brother tight against him. “Especially when he plays with us” he grinned.

    They climbed out of bed and ran to the bathroom together. They could hear their uncle preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The bathroom had a large walk-in shower so they could shower together. This was another new experience for them. In Korea they’d shared a bath but much preferred having the warm water flow over their bodies.

    Once showered, they made their way downstairs. “Do you mind being naked all the time?” Kwan asked his brother.

    “Yeah, it’s good fun. Don’t you?”

    Kwan nodded. He did like the ability to go around as nature intended although whether it would be as good in the cold winter, he wasn’t sure.

    “Ah, sit down boys. Breakfast is ready” their uncle told them. They sat at the breakfast bar and ate the cereal in front of them. This was followed by a slice of toast and marmalade which was their favourite.

    After you’ve done the washing up, I need to cut your hair again. Kwan looked at his brother knowing what else that meant. With breakfast finished Jung washed up the dishes whilst Kwan dried and put them away.

    “Just to make it clear” their uncle told them whilst undertaking that task, “you two will be responsible for clearing away dishes, the laundry and keeping the house clean. I’ll also teach you how to cook over the next few days so you can prepare the meals as well. In addition to those duties, you will be responsible for keeping the garden in good shape which includes caring for the vegetable patch, the fruit tree, and bushes. We need to be self-sufficient as much as possible to save money.”

    “Will we wear anything whilst in the garden? Kwan asked timidly.

    “Of course not. I’ve already told you I want you naked whilst at home. Being out in the cold and wet will do you good and make you hardy for your future life. After working on the soil you will need to wash your feet in the tin bath you’ll find outside the backdoor. Understood?”

    “Yes, uncle” they both replied.

    “Good, now let’s cut your hair.” Whilst the lads sat on the stools at the breakfast bar, he used a number two clipper to cut their hair, so it was short all over. Having completed both he told each one to stand whilst he used a safety razor to shave their pubic area. He did this weekly to stop hair growing because he liked his boys to be hairless all over. Their bodies were hairless, so it was only the pubes he had to keep shaved. As he held their cocks, they became stiff, but they weren’t bothered or embarrassed. Their uncle just smiled and did nothing other than hold them whilst he shaved.

    “As the weather is fine and warm, start work on the garden to tidy it up. You’ll find a grass cutting machine and the tools you need in the garden shed. I’m going to the local shop to buy provisions.”

    He watched the twins walk out into the garden and enjoyed the view. They were truly beautiful. The education he planned for them would commence that evening.

    When he returned from the local shop which was a mile round trip, he stripped down to his boxer shorts and walked into the garden to see how the boys were doing. He was pleased with what they’d done. The flowerbeds had been weeded, the vegetable patch dug over in readiness for planting when the time was right, and they were now cutting the grass. Satisfied they were doing a good job, he relaxed in the living room and watched them through the window, playing with himself as he did so.

    That evening after the chores had been completed, he told them to sit beside him on the sofa with Kwan one side and Jung the other. He’d connected his old laptop to the television, not that he planned on watching TV because he didn’t want to waste money on a licence. Suddenly, the screen was filled with two cute guys fucking.

    “You’re old enough to know what goes on in the world and this is what gay guys like to do. Does it turn you on?” he chuckled as he groped their genitals.

    It didn’t take long for both to have an erection, but he did nothing with them. He just wanted them to be aware of what was out in the big wide world when he eventually let them go free. He’d already realised they were both gay but had said nothing.

    Life continued like this for a few more years. He seldom let the twins go beyond the boundary of the house and garden, and never alone. He introduced them to alcohol and let them drink beer and whatever else they wanted so they were used to drinking sensibly.

    Birthdays and Christmas were never celebrated but when the boys reached eighteen-years of age, he took them into the living room after they’d finished breakfast.

    “Put these on” he told them as he gave each of them a grey all-in-one zip up track suit. With those on, he gave each of them a new pair of trainers and told them to put those on.

    “You’ll each find in your pocket two ten-pound notes. Spend it wisely. He then gave each of them a pack of sandwiches he’d prepared earlier. “I’ve done my duty, now fuck off” he told them. “You’re ready to face the big wide world.”

    They looked at him hardly believing what they’d heard. “Go on, fuck off. I’ve no need of you here. I’ve done all I can for you.”

    The twins felt tears form in their eyes as Jung took his twin’s hand and led him out of the house. All they had was the two items of clothing they were wearing and £40 pounds between them. Plus the sandwiches, big deal Jung muttered as they walked along the road to the nearest main road.

    “Why?” Kwan asked. “What have we done wrong?”

    “Nothing. Don’t you get it? He prefers having young mans around him. I read one his emails when he wasn’t looking, and he’s found two more Korean young mans to groom. “Besides, it’ll be fun out in the big wide world. Don’t be afraid, I’ll look after you” he added and placed an arm around his twin.

    They eventually got a bus into the centre of Liverpool having decided that was the best place to start. They wandered around to get their bearings and found somewhere to eat their sandwiches. Having no job or anywhere to go, they found an archway under which they could doss down for the night. Their tracksuits kept them reasonably warm since they were used to being naked all the time.

    “Feels odd wearing clothes” Kwan giggled.

    “We could take them off, but we’d probably be arrested” Jung laughed as he snuggled up against his twin brother.

    They spent two nights under this archway and on the third day a guy wandered along towards them. He stopped and spoke to them having decided they were perfect for what he had in mind.

    “Nowhere to go?”

    “No” Jung replied. “We used to live with our uncle but two days ago he told us to fuck off, so here we are with no job and nowhere to go.”

    “My name’s Hector and I can help you, if you’re interested.”

    “Really? Jung replied. “I’m Jung and this is my twin brother Kwan.”

    They all shook hands, and an immediate connection was made between them.

    “My house is five minutes’ walk away. Let’s go back there and I’ll tell you how I can help you. If you’re not interested, then you can walk out and be on the street again.”

    Jung and Kwan immediately accepted his offer and let him take them to his two-bed detached house in an area of Liverpool where neighbours kept to themselves so weren’t bothered what those around them did or who visited.

    Like most houses of that age and size, there was a living room plus a small dining room downstairs, but Hector had increased the living room by adding a conservatory that was glass fronted with a glass roof to allow the sun to flood in, but both were frosted glass to stop nosey neighbours looking in.

    “I love being naked and feeling the warmth of the sun” Hector giggled and watched for their reaction.

    “We were totally naked at home and in the garden” Kwan replied casually.

    “Did you like that?”

    “Yes, we did” Jung replied, peering into the kitchen area that was off to the side of the living room. It was modern and like their uncle’s had a breakfast bar that could easily seat three people. The kitchen had been extended in line with the conservatory to allow space for it.

    “There’s no garden, just a backyard, but I’m not bothered about that” Hector commented as he led them back into the hallway. “That’s my office” he indicated to the room at the front of the house which in days gone by used to be a small dining room. “These houses have a basement which is what I’d particularly like to show you.”

    He opened a door underneath the stairs and led the twins down a flight of stairs. The room had been refurbished and extended the whole width and length of the house.

    “Wow. What’s this? A sex room” Jung gasped.

    “You’ve got it in one” Hector laughed. “As you see, there’s a cross beam on that wall for guys who like to be tied up and whipped before being fucked. A fuck bench over here, and a sex swing to strap guys into for sex. The low double bed is used for standard sex and that corner is used for those who are into pissing activity. The padded PVC flooring is for easy cleaning. Finally, there’s an open shower area where guys can shower and if necessary be fucked up against the wall.”

    “And guys pay to use these facilities” Jung added.

    “Exactly and that’s where you guys come in. You are both gay, aren’t you?”

    “Yes” Kwan replied, now feeling excited in more ways than one. He could now understand why their uncle had let them watch so much gay porn, a lot of which involved all these facilities.

    “What I’m looking for is two guys to join my business. Basically, you’d sell your beautiful bodies for gay sex and be male escorts. Sometimes here and sometimes at the client’s premises, or in some case in hotels. It makes good money because guys are willing to pay a lot for sex with cute guys like you and me. What are you, eighteen?”

    The twins nodded and Hector said he was nineteen. “I lived in this house with my mother until she passed away six months ago. She had brain cancer. Never knew my father. She’d been ill for some while, so I used some of her money to deck this out. She knew I was gay and knew I sold my body to make money, but she wasn’t bothered. In fact, it was her idea to use this basement as a sex room.”

    He paused trying to assess the reaction of the twins. “So, what do you reckon? Interested in joining my venture?”

    “I am” Jung replied. “How about you?” Kwan.

    “Yeah, sounds fucking brilliant. Uncle must have known” he chuckled.

    Jung explained that they’d lived with a guy they called uncle, but he wasn’t really, after their mother had given them up when they were five. “He’s gay and groomed us by encouraging us to watch gay porn of all genres and loved having us naked around him.”

    “Did he do anything to you?” Hector asked.

    “No, not really. He enjoyed groping us but nothing else. When we reached eighteen, he told us he’d done his duty and to fuck off. So, here we are.”

    “Wow, that’s quite something but you appear to be okay about it.”

    “He gave us a home and a life far better than we’d have had in Korea, so we’re happy” Kwan replied.

    “Okay, guys. Are you certain?”

    “Yeah” both twins replied, so Hector took them upstairs.

    “Only two bedrooms up here but they’re both a good size.” He took them into the back one which would be there’s. It had a double bed and a freestanding wardrobe. “Incidentally, do you have any other clothes or belongings?”

    “No. Only what we’re wearing” Jung grinned.

    Hector said he could give them an advance on their earnings to buy what they needed. They returned downstairs to the kitchen and Hector suggested they have something to eat.

    2.

    “Have got two guys coming later, so if you’re willing, they can be you’re first clients.”

    Both twins said they were definitely interested. Although they’d not had practical experience, they’d watched loads of gay porn and had seen what guys did.

    “Can we remove these?” Kwan asked, indicating his tracksuit. Hector readily agreed. He couldn’t wait to see his new housemates and workmates naked. The three of them removed their clothes, and he noted the twins didn’t wear underwear like him.

    “As he prepared the meal, he asked if they were willing to offer raw sex. “Guys prefer it, and you can charge a higher rate. We’ll get regularly tested, of course.”

    The twins were happy, so that was agreed. He loved their beautiful smooth bodies and their shaved pubes. He’d done the same to himself because guys found it a turn on.

    Robin and Chai were the clients that arrived to be serviced by the twins. Hector welcomed them at the front door where nothing but a very skimpy G-string which left nothing to the imagination.

    “I have the two most gorgeous guys for your delight tonight. They’re yours to enjoy for the next three hours” he announced as they walked in.

    The front door was on the side of the house, so he was hidden from view to anyone passing by. He’d even answered it stark naked without fear of upsetting the neighbours who had no idea that they were living next to a gay brothel. Jung and Kwan appeared from the living room stark naked and gave the clients a big hug enabling them to enjoy their nakedness at close quarters.

    “Follow us you gorgeous guys. We’re all yours” Jung grinned and led them down to the basement. Once in the sex room Robin and Chai gasped.

    “Wow, this is amazing” Robin exclaimed. “Chai is my boyfriend and loves being dominated, don’t you, my love?”

    Chai grinned at the man he loved. He did anything to please him, including having sex with other guys. The twins helped each of them to undress and gasped at Chai’s beautiful body. He was originally from Thailand where he’d had a terrible life. His father physically beat him but to avoid feeling the pain and humiliation, he learned to enjoy it. He knew his father would kill him if he found out he was gay, so he eventually escaped and met Robin who brought him to England.

    When Chai saw the cross, he ran towards it.

    “He wants to be strapped to it and fucked” Robin laughed. Jung spread his arms and legs wide apart and fixed the leather straps to his wrists and ankles. The beautiful eighteen-year-old Chai was his to fuck and do with what he liked. He’d watched porn like this so knew exactly what to do.

    What the twins didn’t know was that Hector had installed mini cameras at various points around the room so he could watch the action from his office. Being a techie he’d also installed cameras in every room of the house and frequently enjoyed the footage. Jung picked up a spanking paddle and began spanking Chai’s buttocks. Chai shrieked with joy as each spank caused his skin to sting. When the buttocks were a nice red colour, Jung pushed his face into Chai’s arse and licked the beautiful hole he was about to fuck. He then lubricated his hard shaft and plunged it in. Chai yelped with pleasure as Jung pumped.

    In the meantime, Kwan had been strapped into the sex sling by Robin. His legs were now riding high and wide apart to show off his gorgeous, puckered hole. It was first licked by Robin’s big wet tongue before being filled by his big cock. He gasped as it breached him and filled him up, but he took it with pride. Hector was proud of him as he watched the big tool pumping in and out. Robin enjoyed every second and continued until he’d deposited his load of cum inside. He glanced over to his gorgeous Chai who was still being fucked by Jung.

    Robin released Kwan and Chai was being released by Jung when Hector walked in.

    “I understand you guys have dreamt of being pissed on whilst having sex. Well, now your dream is about to come true” he grinned.

    “Oh yeah. Fucking brilliant. We’ve often watched piss porn and imagined being drenched in a golden stream.”

    Hector, Jung, and Kwan had drunk three beers before the clients had arrived and Hector was certainly ready to let rip. He hoped the twins were too. He took Chai and Robin over to the piss pit in the corner and told Chai to lie down on his back with his legs over his chest and wide apart.

    “Are you ready to fuck your boyfriend’s arse?” Hector grinned.

    “You bet. I’m always up for that” he laughed as he knelt between the open legs. His cock was still hard despite having fucked Kwan. He lubricated his boyfriend’s hole and then massaged his own cock with more lube until it was ready to perform. He plunged it in and commenced fucking.

    Hector told the twins to stand either side of Chai and let rip. He’d already prepared them for this and said they must drench Chai’s naked body, his face and hair with their golden piss. He positioned himself on one side of Robin and let rip. He directed his golden stream over his back, on his head and onto his face before pissing on the big cock that was fucking his boyfriend. The twins were doing a brilliant job of drenching all of Chai.

    Robin was in heaven, but Hector wasn’t so sure about Chai who’d closed his eyes. When the streaming stopped, Robin increased the pace until he’d deposited another load of cum into Chai’s arse.

    “Fucking brilliant, guys. Thanks so much” Robin grinned, now dripping with pee. Hector gave each of the twins a towel and told them to dry Robin and Chai before they had a shower.

    After they’d showered and had a drink, Hector asked Robin if he’d like to be fucked by him. He immediately agreed, wanting to feel the black guy’s big cock inside him. They moved over to the bed and Robin laid face down to offer his arse. Chai was taken to the fuck bench, bent over it and had his arms stretched wide and his wrists tethered into the leather straps. His legs were stretched wide apart, and his ankles strapped.

    Jung then used the spanking paddle on his arse whilst Kwan stuffed his erect cock into Chai’s mouth. As his buttocks slowly went red, he sucked the beautiful cock. Once nice and hard, the twins changed over, and Kwan fucked Chai’s arse whilst he sucked Jung’s cock until both had deposited their load of cum into both ends.

    Robin was ecstatic by the time the three-hour session came to an end. He’d paid Hector the fee on arrival as required but gave each of them a hefty tip. The twins were delighted. They’d earned money by selling their bodies which they loved doing.

    “You guys were brilliant” Hector congratulated them after the clients had left. “Another guy is coming this evening and he’s into BDSM. He wants to be dominated as soon as he arrives.” He then told them what to do with him.

    Raymond was thirty-five and had always hidden his sexuality from friends and family. The only time he could feel his real self was when he was being serviced by a rent boy. When Hector told him he now had two eighteen-year-old twins working for him, he immediately said he wanted to be dominated by them.

    He rang the doorbell and waited for Hector to answer. As the door opened and he saw him naked, his heart skipped a beat.

    “Hi” he said in his usual shy way.

    “Welcome, Raymond. As usual, its money up front.”

    “Ah, yes, here you are” he replied and passed over the cash due.

    “As I said, I’ve got two guys working for me now so they’re joining me. Guys, come and meet Raymond.”

    The twins walked out of the living room stark naked and stood in front of Raymond.

    “Wow, they’re beautiful” he gasped.

    “They’re not only beautiful but will spend the next two hours dominating you, so from now on you do what they say. Understood?”

    “Yes, master” he replied. “Erm, are you not taking part?”

    Hector had guessed he’d say this so had increased the fee more than he’d normally charge for the twins. He knew that Raymond had plenty of money and could afford it.

    “This is Jung, and this is Kwan. At least I think that’s the right way round” he grinned. The twins nodded. “Okay, guys. Strip him naked.”

    Raymond was taken aback because normally he undressed downstairs in the basement. As instructed by Hector earlier, the twins roughly removed each item of clothing and tossed it on the floor. They then handcuffed his hands behind his back and led him down to the basement. Without saying anything, they led him over to the cross bar that leaned at an angle against the wall and stood him facing the wall before tying his legs wide apart on the cross. His hands were released and tied outstretched.

    Jung grabbed the spanking paddle and commenced spanking each rounded buttock. Kwan crawled behind the cross and took Raymond’s cock into his mouth. It was already getting hard from the excitement of the spanking.

    “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

    “Yes, Sir” Raymond replied.

    “So, you deserve being spanked, don’t you?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    Hector watched on with amusement, pleased with the way the twins had got into their roles. Whilst Jung continued spanking and Kwan sucking, Hector fitted a hood over Raymond’s head. He’d never had this done before and the excitement inside him increased as the spanking continued. His buttocks were now stinging.

    “You want more spanking, don’t you?” Jung said as he increased the pace.

    “Yes, sir” Raymond replied.

    “And you want your balls squeezed, don’t you?” Hector said.

    “Yes please, sir.”

    This was an indication for Kwan to take a ball in each hand and squeeze them. Raymond yelled with pain but still his cock got harder inside Kwan’s mouth. Hector had told him not to let him cum. He wanted to get him almost to the point of climax and then back off, causing sexual frustration. Kwan wasn’t sure he could do this but somehow, he did, and each time Raymond thought he was going to shoot his load, the sucking stopped, and the squeezing of his balls took over.

    Hector indicated to Jung to stop spanking and for Kwan to stop sucking cock. He then gave each of them an electric probe. As previously instructed, Jung used his to touch Raymond’s nipples and Kwan used his on Raymond’s balls and beneath the ball sac.

    Raymond had never had this done before and squealed but still it turned him on. When half-an-hour was up, Hector stopped the use of the probes and gave Kwan a dildo to use on Raymond’s arse. Whilst he inserted it into the orifice, Jung reached round for Raymond’s stiff cock and continued to tease it and massage but still not enough to make him come.

    With the long dildo deep inside, Kwan began pumping it back and forth.

    “You like your arse being fucked, don’t you boy?” Hector provoked him.

    “Yes, sir” he replied.

    Having done enough fucking with the sex toy, Kwan thrust his own stiff cock into the open hole and fucked him hard until he’d shot his load. Jung then did the same and when he’d deposited his load, Hector fucked Raymond. Once finished, Raymond’s arse was fitted with a large butt plug.

    He was released from the cross and taken over to the fuck bench where his wide-open arms and legs were fastened with leather straps. Electric probes were connected to the butt plug and another pair were connected to his balls. Hector switched on the electro unit and Raymond squealed as the electric shocks passed through his body.

    When his time was up, he was released and told to crawl up the stairs and pick up his clothes that were still strewn on the floor.

    “Fucking brilliant, guys. I shall definitely be back for more” Raymond grinned before leaving.

    “Another satisfied customer” Hector chuckled as they moved into the living room. He told the twins to suck his cock as he sat down. They knelt in front of him and proceeded to suck. Whilst Jung sucked cock, Kwan licked his balls.

    When the cock was fully erect, he told them to bend over the sofa. He lubricated his cock and thrust it into Jung’s arse. After several thrusts in and out he transferred to Kwan to do the same. When he’d discharged his ribbons of cum, he returned to Jung to finish off. The twins just looked at one another and said nothing.

    3.

    By the end of the next few weeks, the twins had serviced numerous other clients under Hector’s direction. Sometimes he watched their performance on the CCTV system and on other occasions in the basement. They were also now doing all the chores in the house, including preparing meals, washing up, cleaning and laundry duties. Hector spent most of his time in his office whilst they worked for their board and lodging.

    “We’re visiting a client who’s holding a gang bang party this evening” Hector announced at breakfast. “But first, three clients are coming here for you to service.”

    “What’s a gang bang party?” Kwan asked.

    “You two are going to be tied down and forcibly fucked by those present. They’ll probably be eight in all plus me, so expect sore arses by the time we come home” he laughed.

    Kwan looked at Jung but said nothing.

    “Hi” Sebastian greeted them when they arrived at his house that evening, “come on in. So, you’re the gorgeous twins we’re going to gang bang this evening.”

    He hugged Hector and gave him a kiss.

    “How many coming?” Hector asked.

    “Eight, so ten of us in all including you and me. “You are staying, aren’t you?”

    Hector said he was and looked forward to it. They’d traveled by bus to Sebastian’s house because he knew he’d be well over the limit by the end so couldn’t drive. He’d dressed the twins in T-shirt and thin slacks which he’d obtained from a charity shop because he knew what would happen to them once the party began.

    Sebastian led them into a large room that had two fuck benches in the centre, so everyone could gather round when the fun began. He was thirty-eight, rich, and lived in a large double-fronted house in a smart part of Liverpool. He told the twins to sit on the floor in one corner until the guests arrived.

    Gradually they did. Some wearing shorts and T-shirt, others wearing jeans and a sports shirt since the weather was warm. Everyone knew each another and the alcohol was soon flowing. The twins just sat quietly in the corner.

    “What the fuck have we got ourselves into?” Kwan whispered to his brother.

    “Fuck, knows. But one thing is sure. We’re sex fodder for all and sundry.”

    “And free labour for him” Kwan replied, indicating Hector.

    “At least we’re getting paid. One of these days we’ll get free” Jung replied, trying to bolster his downcast brother.

    After half-an-hour or so and plenty of alcohol had flowed, Sebastian pointed to the twins. “It’s time we used these gorgeous creatures. Come here, boys.”

    The twins stood up and walked barefoot towards the centre of the room.

    “Yeah, they’re beautiful meat to fuck” one of the guests announced as he slipped off his shorts and T-shirt. Having nothing on underneath, he was now naked and already showing an erection.

    “I see Bruce has come well prepared” another giggled. Bruce was twenty-nine and had a muscular body with a big cock.

    Within seconds, everyone was naked having chucked their clothes to one side. Bruce and another guy then proceeded to fuck the twins whilst the others watched and cheered them on, including Hector who was thoroughly enjoying himself – well, he was making a fortune from the rental of the twins!

    Each fuck was rough, but the twins gritted their teeth and accepted it. After several minutes, the guys changed over before dumping their load of cum into each arse. Two more guys rushed forward when they’d pulled out and fucked just as hard. This continued until all ten guys had dumped their load. Hector and Sebastian were the last two to deposit their load and when Hector pulled out, he gave each twin a hard slap on their buttocks.

    “Don’t go away” he laughed. “We’ll need your beautiful arses for more fucking soon.”

    The ten naked guys laughed and joked about what they’d do as they drank more alcohol and ate the food on offer. The twins had also been conscious of guys taking photographs as they were being fucked and another guy was taking more as they laid over the fuck benches unable to move.

    They lost count of how many hours they were strapped over the fuck benches and how many fucks they received because it seemed endless.

    Finally, at three in the morning, guests left, and Hector released them without any comment.

    “Here’re your clothes. Get dressed quickly. We’re leaving now.”

    The twins hastily dressed into the all-in-one tracksuit he’d brought, and they made their way to the nearest bus stop to wait for a bus home. Hector was silent and so were the twins.

    Three weeks after the gang bang party, Hector announced at breakfast that the twins had been hired as escorts for two guys from Singapore. Ethan was twenty-seven and Caleb was thirty-two. They’d recently moved to the UK to get away from the strict Chinese regime that was now in operation. Even before this, homosexuality was illegal in Singapore but life for gays had become even harder. Not being used to the gay scene in Liverpool, they’d decided to enjoy the company of gay escorts.

    Hector gave them details of a nightclub and told them to take Ethan and Caleb there.

    “You’ll then go back to their apartment where you’ll service them” he added. “Make it a memorable night for them and stay until at least the morning. If they want you to stay longer, give me a call. Understood?”

    “Yes, boss” they replied. They now referred to him as boss since his attitude towards them had changed. No longer were they equal. Instead they were his chattels to be used and abused as he wished. They knew they could probably leave and had discussed it between themselves.

    “But, where the fuck would we go?” Kwan had said. “We’ve not got sufficient money yet to be independent.” Jung agreed and decided better the devil you knew.

    They’d been told to arrive at Ethan and Caleb’s apartment at six-thirty, so they could get to know one another before going to a club. They traveled alone by bus to the address, which felt strange since Hector normally accompanied them.

    They found the apartment and Jung knocked on the door. A few moments later, Caleb opened it.

    “Hi, I’m Caleb, please, come on in.”

    The twins followed him into the living room where Ethan was waiting for them.

    “Greetings. You’re identical. Who’s who?” he chuckled. The twins identified themselves, but Ethan knew he’d have difficulty in knowing which was which.

    “Drink?” Caleb asked and the twins accepted before being invited to sit down, Jung on one sofa and Kwan on another. So far so good, Jung thought to himself since both guys seemed very pleasant. They were each given a cocktail but had no idea what it was. Snacks appeared in front of them, so they tucked into those.

    Ethan sat beside Jung and asked where he was from, when he moved to the UK, did he like living here and numerous other questions.

    “You’re both very attractive” he commented a few moments later and placed a hand on Jung’s thigh. In response to the gesture he opened his legs wide apart as if to say it’s all yours, take what you want. Ethan took the hint and moved his hand further towards the crotch as he continued talking and asking questions such as how long they’d been male escorts.

    “For some time” Jung replied in accordance with Hector’s instructions for such questions.

    “Do you like being a male escort?”

    “Yes. We meet all kinds of guys, and we enjoy pleasing them.”

    “Well, you certainly please me” Ethan grinned as he moved his hand into Jung’s crotch to feel the growing cock beneath the material of his tracksuit. For this assignment, Hector had dressed them in smart tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt. As usual they were not wearing underwear.

    “Mm, nice” Ethan muttered as he fondled the cock. Jung glanced over to his brother and saw he too was receiving similar attention from Caleb.

    “So, which club do you suggest we go to?”

    Jung told him about the private membership club they’d be going to which was gay men only and had dark rooms where guys had fun with one another. Hector was a member and had arranged for the twins to take clients.

    “Sounds perfect” Ethan grinned. “And you will come back here afterwards, won’t you?”

    Jung said they would, but he’d need to first speak to Hector regarding the fee for an overnight stay.

    “Money’s no problem. Just tell him to take it from the card details I gave him” he replied. Jung sent a text and Hector replied quoting the fee which Ethan agreed.

    Having got to know one another and become very friendly, the four of them left to make their way to the club. Ethan ordered a taxi which dropped them outside a Victorian building which from the outside looked very respectable. The doorman checked his membership list and nodded. Every member was allowed to bring one visitor.

    Once inside, they left their jackets at the cloakroom and made their way into the main area of the club. The lighting was subdued with music playing but not deafening. They made their way to the bar and Ethan opened a tab for them which he’d settle before they left. Any tabs not settled were automatically charged to the member’s account.

    With drinks in hand they moved to one side to watch other guys smooching in the centre of the room in tune with the music. Caleb noticed guys groping their partner and some thrusting a hand into their partner’s trousers. Nobody seemed bothered about what was happening, so he decided he wanted to do that to Jung.

    “Let’s move into the centre” he said as he placed his drink on the nearby table and took hold of Jung’s hand. Once in amongst the other guys, he kissed his young escort on the lips and Jung responded. He placed a hand on the lad’s buttocks and rubbed up and down before slipping it inside the elasticated waistband which gave him easy access. His hand felt the naked flesh of Jung’s buttocks which sent a shiver of sexual excitement through his body, causing his own cock to harden. He looked at Jung who just smiled. Satisfied that the young man wasn’t bothered by the personal intrusion, he removed his right hand from the buttocks to slip his left hand down the front of Jung’s sweatpants. He soon found the hardening cock and grasped it. Jung uttered a low groan of satisfaction.

    Seeing how things were progressing, Jung decided to do some exploring of his own. Caleb’s trousers were not so easy to invade but seeing other guys had their fly zips open, with some even displaying their hard cocks, he unzipped it and felt inside. Caleb released the top button of his trousers to allow easier access, hoping they wouldn’t fall down.

    Jung was soon holding Caleb’s erect cock and gently squeezed it. He glanced over to Kwan who’d now led Ethan onto the dance floor and were similarly engrossed. They’d both visited the club on previous occasions with Hector, so knew their way around. They’d guessed they’d get split up having two guys to service, so they’d agreed they’d meet back at the bar when they were ready. Failing that, they had their mobile phones, another gift from Hector although they weren’t aware he’d installed location software on each one so as to keep track of where they were.

    “Let’s go to a back room” Jung told Caleb and led him off the dance floor.

    “This is amazing” he commented. “You’d never find anything like this in Singapore.”

    The private back rooms were all busy so Jung led him to the open one, which he preferred since he could watch other guys fucking whilst he was being fucked. Two other couples were busy at it when they entered, and Caleb inwardly gasped with excitement. He’d never dreamt the club would be like this.

    Jung grabbed some lube from the supply provided but ignored the condoms. He wanted to feel Caleb’s raw cock inside him. He bent over, leaning on the back of a bench to support himself. Caleb took the hint and lubricated his cock with the lube. He too loved to fuck raw and looked forward to feeling the flesh of his cock rubbing against naked flesh inside the young guy’s arse.

    He’d just inserted it when Jung noticed Kwan leading Ethan into the same room. They smiled at one another knowingly.

    “Oh yes. This feels so beautiful” Caleb gasped as his long cock slid in and out of the tight hole. As he fucked, he glanced at another pair beside him and watched the big cock thrusting in and out. The sight of it caused his cock to become even more excited if that was possible. The fuck continued for several minutes before he reached his climax and he deposited ribbons of cum into the arse. He looked across at Ethan who was still vigorously fucking Kwan. He knew his boyfriend loved fucking and always wanted to be the top. Although he personally liked to be topped, he never minded Ethan’s cock inside him.

    After both guys had satisfied their immediate sexual needs, they returned to the main room and had another drink. The centre of the room was now full of guys caressing one another. Several had removed their tops to show off their sexy muscles and some of the obvious bottoms had removed their trousers, so were now being felt by every guy nearby, including their rear orifice.

    They spent an enjoyable three hours at the club and even returned to a back room for more sex. This time they changed partners and Ethan enjoyed giving Jung a long hard fuck whilst Caleb was being gentler with Kwan but enjoying it just as much.

    They returned to the flat and without discussion, Ethan led Jung into one of the bedrooms. Caleb smiled at Kwan and led him into the main room where they enjoyed more cuddles and he sucked Kwan off to a very satisfying conclusion.

    They woke late morning and Caleb made everyone a wholesome breakfast before the twins made their way home.

    “Ah, good. Was just about to contact you guys” Hector said without asking how they’d got on with Ethan and Caleb. “Bruce is coming shortly and wants both of you to service him and give you a fuck. He’ll then take you to Sebastian’s. They’ve got something special for you to do.”

    The twins looked at him enquiringly, but he didn’t elaborate. As usual, they’d find out at the time. They just hoped it wasn’t another gangbang.

    The session with Bruce went okay. They performed the threesome during which he fucked each of them and they sucked the cock of the person being fucked. They’d been involved in threesomes before, so it wasn’t new to them, but it lacked the caressing and lovemaking that they enjoyed. At least Bruce wasn’t as rough as he’d been before. In fact, he was quite the reverse.

    When he’d deposited his second load and Kwan had taken Jung’s spunk into his mouth, they asked what they’d be required to do at Sebastian’s.

    “I’ll tell you when we get there but I think you’ll enjoy it” he grinned.

    Hector had told them they’d be away for a long weekend but said they’d need no more than the clothes they were wearing. That was nothing new since they spent most of their days, and nights, stark naked.

    Instead of going to the large house they’d been to for the gang bang party, Bruce drove them into the country.

    “Where are we going?” Jung asked.

    “To Sebastian’s place in the country” Bruce chuckled, slipping his free hand into Jung’s crotch to grab his cock inside his sweatpants. As usual, he was without underwear so the hand could feel the full shape of the growing cock. “You’ll love it. The weather this weekend is forecast to be hot so most of the action will take place outside.

    “Will there be others there”?” he asked.

    “A few” Bruce chuckled. “But it’s not a gang bang like before.”

    Both Jung and Kwan gave a sigh of relief.

    After an hour’s ride, they drove down a narrow lane that led to what looked like a farm.

    “Sebastian purchased this place several years ago” Bruce explained. “It was a derelict farmhouse with associated outbuildings then. He’s since renovated them.”

    He parked outside the farmhouse which, although not as large as the other house, was significant in size.

    “Hi Jakub. This is Jung and Kwan. Take them to their room and issue them with the clothing they need” Bruce told the twenty-two-year-old Polish guy who was Sebastian’s houseboy.

    “Welcome. Please, follow me” Jakub said in broken English. He gave them a cute smile and was clearly gay. He led them into a large hallway that had the original dark wooden beams on the ceiling and walls. He then took them upstairs to a small room at the back of the house. Jung went to the window and looked out. He saw a large area of grass surrounded by flowering shrubs and beyond there was a wooded area. Sebastian was sunbathing naked in the garden.

    “Please, give me your clothes and I will hang them up” Jakub told them. The twins duly obliged and once naked were given a white loin cloth to wear, similar to the one being worn by Jakub. The twins put them on, doubtful that they’d stay on for very long. Once dressed and ready to go downstairs, Jakub led them into the garden through large open glass doors from an equally large living room. Jung doubted that the original farmhouse had looked like this so guessed an extension had been added.

    “Ah, here are my favourite twins” Sebastian beamed as they walked over to where he was sunbathing. “Come and join me. Bruce is changing. Jakub, get two more cocktails for these gorgeous guys.”

    “Come and sit beside me” Sebastian said, indicating the twins to sit either side of him on the large rug he was lying on. As they did so, he tugged the loincloths off them. The twins glanced at one another and raised their eyebrows.

    Jakub then appeared carrying the tray of drinks. Bruce, who was also naked, followed him.

    “You’ll love this drink. It’s one of my own concoctions” he added as Jakub passed them the drinks. Kwan took a sip and nearly choked. The alcohol content was high and rushing to his head. Sebastian started fondling Kwan’s naked cock and it reacted. Bruce did the same to Jung’s and it did the same.

    “Jakub, come here” Sebastian yelled. The houseboy did as told despite being in the middle of preparing lunch. His chores were never ending, and he never had time to himself. He was expected to do everything, cooking, laundry, cleaning, and anything else his master required of him. He often thought about leaving but he had no place to go, except returning to Poland, but that was out of the question.

    He’d had to flee when his family found out he was gay, despite it being legal in Poland. If he hadn’t, his life would have been impossible, assuming his father hadn’t paid a hired killer to arrange for his son to be involved in a fake accident. On arriving in England he’d met Sebastian who immediately offered him a job. At the time, it sounded wonderful, but reality proved different.

    “Remove your loincloth and suck Kwan’s dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grinned. Kwan gave a fake smile and nodded.

    As Jakub sucked, everyone else looked on and Bruce filmed the action on a portable cinecamera. When the cock was rock hard, Sebastian told him to suck Jung’s.

    “What about the lunch, sir. I’m in the middle of preparing it.”

    “Fuck the lunch. We want amusement, don’t we guys?”

    Nobody answer him as they watched Jakub suck Jung’s cock until that was also rock hard.

    “Now fuck your brother” Sebastian told Jung. “You can leave us” he told Jakub who immediately stood and grabbed his loincloth. “Leave that” Sebastian barked, “we’ll have lunch naked, and you’ll serve it naked.”

    Kwan turned onto his back and lifted his legs over his head to offer his arse. Jung knelt over him and pushed his lubricated cock into the open hole. They’d frequently done this on their own and with clients, so it was nothing unusual for them. He started slowly wanting to make it last. He was also conscious of Bruce filming the action from all angles, so he wanted to make it worthwhile. Slowly he increased the pace as Kwan smiled at him. The pumping continued until he knew he was about to reach that wonderful moment.

    “Shoot over his arsehole” Bruce told him. “Want to capture your cum shooting out.”

    Jung did so and Bruce captured ribbon after ribbon of white creamy cum shooting out. When he was spent, he thrust the hard cock back in and gave the arse several more minutes of fucking.

    “Brilliant” Sebastian cried when Jung finally finished. “This afternoon we have a group of guests arriving and I want you to give them a live sex show just like that. It will be filmed and uploaded to a gay sex site for the world to see.”

    Jung looked at him but said nothing. He wondered whether Hector knew that. If he did, then the fee would be even higher.

    “You can do that, can’t you guys? It’s a regular meeting for the private gay club we run.”

    4.

    Mid afternoon, the twins were taken to a barn that had been converted into the clubhouse for the gay club. At one end was a bar which was managed by a young man in his early twenties and wearing only a G-string. There were numerous round tables and chairs in the main area where the members could sit, and at the end opposite the bar, was a small stage area. It was on this that the twins would be performing. Bruce set up several static cameras to capture the guys from various angles and he’d use his roaming camera to get closeups of cock entering arse.

    “You’ll be standing off stage and when I announce the entertainment, you’ll walk on stage stark naked and commence having sex. The members will also be able to watch the action on a large monitor above the stage. It’s essential that you give a good performance. Understood?” Sebastian asked.

    “Yes, sir”.

    They were shown where to wait and prepare themselves for the live sex show. The members slowly arrived and purchased their drinks before selecting a table at which to sit. Jung peered through a crack in the curtains separating them from the main hall and noticed that most guys were naked from the waist down and were wearing thongs or G-strings. They were also a mix of ages and nationalities and he counted thirty or more guys in total.

    He discussed with his brother what they’d do and massaged each other’s cock to get them hard. They also lubricated their arses and their cocks in readiness.

    Once all the members were seated, Sebastian, who was also half naked and wearing a thong, welcomed everyone and announced the entertainment. He indicated for the twins to walk on stage and as they did so, there was tumultuous applause. They immediately got down to business with Bruce filming them from various angles. The audience watched the action live as well as on the large screen.

    The twins had decided that Jung would fuck Kwan first, so he laid on the thin mattress on the floor and lifted his legs over his head. Jung then stood over him and inserted his stiff cock. There was a roar of approval as the cock entered the puckered hole and he proceeded to fuck. He took his time to do so before increasing the pace to reach a climax. He hastily pulled out and ribbons of spunk shot out over Kwan’s hole. Bruce zoomed in to capture it which caused the audience to applause. He then plunged back in and gave the arse a good hard fuck.

    Once done, he pulled out and went on all fours so that Kwan could fuck him. He followed much the same process until he too had deposited his load over Jung’s back which was again filmed by Bruce. When he’d finished and pulled out, Sebastian congratulated them and invited members to satisfy their needs in whatever way they wished. Several guys immediately walked onto the stage and proceeded to fuck both of the twins whilst Bruce filmed the action.

    This encouraged other members to have sex between themselves causing a general orgy. Sebastian eventually brought things to a close several hours later having also taken part in the action.

    Jakub, meanwhile, had prepared an evening meal so once the members had all left, they sat down to eat.

    “Tomorrow, we have another scenario for you both to perform” Sebastian grinned but didn’t give details. When it was time for bed, he took Jung and Bruce took Kwan to different bedrooms where they each fucked their boy before settling down to sleep.

    The sun was shining brightly the following morning which made Sebastian happy since it was perfect weather for what he and Bruce had in mind.

    “The action today will take place in the woods” Sebastian explained over breakfast. “You’ll be given clothes to wear, and Bruce will film you guys being attacked and raped” he told the twins.

    Both looked at him in horror.

    “It’s not as bad as it sounds” Bruce laughed. “You just need to act as if you are trying to get away from your attacker.”

    “And who will that be?” Jung asked.

    “Gabriel and Kyle are joining us. You met them at the gang bank party” Sebastian replied.

    The twins inwardly groaned. Both guys were Trinidadian and big hunks with enormous cocks. Gabriel was aged thirty-one and Kyle, his boyfriend, twenty-eight. They fucked like animals.

    “Do we have a choice?” Jung asked, knowing what the answer would be.

    Sebastian laughed. “Of course you don’t. I’ve paid fucking good money for you guys to spend the weekend here.”

    “And Hector knows how we’re being used, does he?”

    “He’s been paid and you’re here, so that’s it whether you like it or not” he replied angrily.

    “Just asking” Jung replied giving him a fake smile.

    Sebastian yelled for Jakub who came running. “Take these two upstairs and give them the clothes for the filming.”

    “Yes, boss” Jakub replied, sensing the tense atmosphere.

    “And be back within ten minutes” Sebastian told the twins.

    “Yes, sir” they both replied as they followed Jakub.

    Upstairs, Jakub took them into a bedroom and asked them to remove the loincloth they were wearing. He then gave each of them an old T-shirt and a torn pair of jeans. They wore their own trainers on their feet. Once dressed, they looked at themselves in the mirror.

    “I have a feeling these items will soon be ripped off us” Kwan grinned. Jung agreed.

    They returned downstairs where they found Gabriel and Kyle waiting for them.

    “Yummy. The gorgeous twins again” Gabriel grinned as he licked his lips at the thought of fucking them.

    Bruce gathered up his camera equipment and they set off down the garden. They went through a gate that led into the woods. Five minutes further on they arrived at a clearing. The sun shone through, and it was idyllic. At least it would have been had the twins not known what was now going to happen to them.

    The scene commenced with them casually walking into the clearing hand in hand whilst Bruce filmed their arrival. Once there, Gabriel and Kyle suddenly appeared out of the shrubbery stripped to the waist.

    “Look what we’ve got here” Gabriel laughed for the purpose of the camera recording. “Two cute faggots.”

    “Yeah, gorgeous. Let’s strip them and give them a good roasting” Kyle laughed.

    Within seconds they’d each grabbed a twin and the T-shirts had been ripped off their backs. The twins struggled to get away, but they were soon overpowered. Their attackers were so large that the twins were helpless despite punching and pummelling them. With the T-shirts removed, the jeans were ripped off, leaving them in shreds. Bruce, who was busy filming, couldn’t believe how realistic it looked.

    Both lads were forced to their knees and pushed on all fours with their legs wide apart. Gabriel and Kyle were already sporting a massive erection which they immediately put to use. They each thrust their big black cocks into the arse and proceeded to fuck. Despite having their arses pre-lubricated, the level of pain whilst being breached was high. Both yelled a massive “fuck”. The big cocks continued to fuck until each had deposited their morning load of cum.

    Once satisfied, they tossed the twins onto the narrow grass verge, pulled up the shorts they were each wearing and walked off, laughing their heads off.

    Bruce continued filming as Jung asked his brother if he was okay.

    “Yeah” Kwan replied. “Just a sore arse.”

    “Thanks, guys. You were brilliant” Bruce told them. Sebastian muttered his thanks as well, but he could tell that the twins were far from happy. Perhaps he’d gone too far on this occasion, but it made a superb film for uploading to the gay porn website he financed.

    The five of them walked back to the house, the twins stark naked since the clothes they’d worn were in shreds. As they arrived, Jakub had morning coffee waiting for them, so they sat in the garden and enjoyed the sunshine. The other four were now naked in order to sunbathe.

    “You guys are welcome to join us for lunch if you want” Sebastian told the twins.

    “We’d better go” Jung replied coldly. “Hector is expecting us back this morning.”

    Sebastian nodded, guessing he’d say that. He could sense they were both still angry with him. The twins finished their coffee and went upstairs to get dressed into what they’d arrived in. Once ready, they said goodbye to Jakub and left.

    “Feel sorry for him” Kwan commented as they made their way to the nearest bus stop. Jung agreed but he was thinking more about themselves.

    “We’ve got to get away from Hector” he said.

    “I agree but where will we go and what will we do?” Kwan asked

    Jung already had something in mind but didn’t elaborate.

    “Ah, good, you’re back” Hector said as they walked through the door. He asked nothing about how they’d got on at Sebastian’s. He knew they’d be required to have live sex in front of a crowd of guys and Sebastian had mentioned something about filming them but hadn’t elaborated. He wasn’t interested provided he got paid a good fee, and he’d certainly got that. “The Singaporeans would like you to spend the next two days with them, so get showered and dressed in clean clothes.”

    Jung almost jumped with joy. That fitted in with his plan perfectly.

    “Could you pay us this month’s fee, please before we go” he asked innocently. Hector knew it was due so said he’d get it ready for them whilst they showered.

    Whilst they showered together, Jung explained what he had in mind to get away from Hector. Kwan gasped.

    “When did he mention this?”

    “Just before we left the last time we met” Jung replied. “Bring all your money and personal items you want. We won’t be returning if all goes well.”

    By the time they’d dressed, Hector had calculated how much he owed the twins and paid each of them. Jung explained they were taking a change of clothes in case they needed them so as to explain the holdall they’d packed. All they’d left in their room were old items they’d no longer require so as not to make Hector suspicious until they’d told him they’d left. They walked down the street with hearts thumping. They just hoped the new life ahead of them would be better than this.

    They arrived at Ethan and Caleb’s apartment and knocked on the door. A smiling Caleb opened it and welcomed them in giving each of them a big kiss on the lips.

    “It’s so lovely to see you again” he enthused. A few moments later, Ethan appeared and did the same. Having done so, he stood back and looked at them.

    “Are you guys, okay?”

    Jung decided to grab the opportunity. “Not really” he said sadly. Ethan immediately told them to dump their bag in the hall and to join them in the living room.

    “So, tell us what’s wrong” he said, now looking worried.

    Over the next few minutes, he and Caleb sat listening to what the twins had been put through at Sebastian’s. Both guys shook their heads in disbelief.

    “And Hector knew this would happen?” Caleb queried.

    The twins shrugged their shoulders, but they guessed he did.

    “You must get away from that terrible man” Caleb said and patted the twins on the knee to console them.

    “We have but Hector doesn’t know yet” Jung replied. “We were wondering if your offer of working for your advertising agency as models still stands.

    Both Ethan and Caleb gasped. “Of course, it does. We’d love to have you guys join us. We desperately need two good looking young men to model clothes for our clients” Ethan replied.

    “And you can move in with us, if you want to until you feel you need a place of your own. Can’t they, Ethan?”

    Ethan agreed and confirmed they’d be more than welcome to move in with them. “I take it you’d like to do that immediately?”

    The twins nodded with tears running down their face.

    “That’s settled then” Caleb said and jumped up to give each of them a big hug.

    The twins relaxed knowing they’d escaped Hector and his many clients. All they now had to do was tell him. Ethan suggested they write a letter to him but make no mention of where they’d gone or what they were doing.

    “He knows this address” Kwan pointed out.

    Ethan smiled. “Ah, but he doesn’t know the address of our new home. We’ve purchased a new larger apartment in the Georgian quarter. He’ll never think of looking there. As you probably know, it’s a sought-after area and very expensive.

    “This is our last night here” Caleb grinned. “That’s why we wanted you to come today so we could tell you we’re moving and show you our new home, which will now be yours as well.”

    “The removal van is arriving tomorrow morning to move what is ours to the new apartment” Ethan explained. “I suggest we take you guys to the new apartment today and stay overnight. It’s fully furnished since this apartment is rented so comes with the furniture.”

    It was then that Jung noticed a coloured sticker on some of the furniture which he assumed was to indicate which items had to be removed and which stayed. Ethan also decided to pack their clothes in readiness for the move. He’d return the next morning to meet the removal van.

    “That means you guys won’t have to return here” he added.

    Within the hour, they were climbing into Caleb’s car and making their way to the new apartment. Ethan followed a little while later. They’d also removed and destroyed the SIM card from their mobile phones so that Hector couldn’t trace them.

    “Wow, this place is amazing” Kwan exclaimed as he looked around the new apartment. It was situated on the tenth floor and had wonderful views over the city. He’d noticed there were two bedrooms with a large bathroom and separate kitchen diner, in addition to a beautiful living room, off which was a large balcony.

    “Now, sleeping arrangements” Caleb grinned. “You can either share one of the bedrooms and I’ll sleep with Ethan, or one of you can sleep with me in one room and the other with Ethan in the other. It’s your choice.”

    The twins looked at him, not sure how to respond. “It’s your home” Jung replied, “so you and Ethan must decide. We’ll be happy with whatever you decide.”

    Kwan agreed, although he secretly hoped he’d be sleeping with Caleb.

    “Okay. Well, Ethan and I briefly discussed it and if you guys are willing, we’d prefer that Kwan sleeps with me and Jung with Ethan.”

    Kwan nearly jumped with joy but instead gave his new bed partner a big hug and a kiss on the lips. Needless to say, both felt their cocks go hard. They’d just settled in when Ethan arrived, and Caleb told him the decision.

    “Brilliant” he grinned and took Jung into his arms for a big hug and an even bigger kiss.

    Ethan had stopped on the way to purchase provisions so once they were unpacked, the twins helped prepare a meal. Whilst doing so, they told the other two that they’d pay for their board and lodging by making the meals, doing the washing up and cleaning the apartment.

    “We’re used to doing so since we did everything for Hector” Kwan explained.

    The other two agreed although they’d help but they appreciated the offer.

    “Here’s to us and our new life together” Ethan toasted with a glass of expensive white wine which went well with the salmon steaks the twins had prepared for the meal, plus a side salad.

    That night they went to a gay club but not the private membership club they’d been to before which they never visited ever again. They had a wonderful time, dancing together and admiring the other gorgeous guys around them. When they arrived home in the early hours, they fell into their beds.

    The following morning, Jung woke and looked at the naked Ethan who was lying beside him. Although his head was sore after all the drinking they’d done at the club, he was sufficiently with it to remember that this was his new home and the gorgeous guy beside him was his new bed partner. In the other room, Kwan was having similar thoughts and gently kissed Caleb. He woke, smiled, and immediately felt between Kwan’s legs. Having found what he was looking for, he turned onto his stomach.

    “Fuck me” he whispered. Kwan immediately lubricated his morning erection and gently inserted it into the waiting arse. It slipped in with ease and he enjoyed the feel of their naked flesh rubbing against one another until he reached his climax. As he deposited his load inside Caleb, he could hear groans and moans from the room next door. He smiled knowing that Jung was probably receiving a morning fuck by Ethan.

    After breakfast, Ethan made his way to the other apartment to be there when the removal van arrived. There were only a few items of furniture to move but it required the use of a van, and it was easier for them to transport the suitcases they’d filled with their clothes.

    Within forty-five minutes, everything was packed, and he switched off the electricity and water. He’d return the keys to the agent on his way to the new apartment. By the time he arrived, the removal guys had off-loaded everything and were about to leave.

    The four of them spent the remainder of the morning shuffling things around to best place the items of furniture amongst the new items they’d purchased for their new home. By lunchtime, everything was in its place and clothes had been unpacked. The twins prepared a light lunch since they’d eat in the evening.

    “Have you decided how to word your letter to Hector?” Ethan asked whilst they ate. The twins shook their head not sure how to do so. After lunch, he sat down with them and helped them type a suitable letter on the laptop. Once satisfied, the twins signed it and placed it in an envelope. Caleb offered to deliver it by hand that evening which was the time Hector would expect them home. He’d never met Caleb, but it was unlikely he’d do so as he slipped the letter through the letterbox.

    Hector heard something being delivered through the letterbox but by the time he’d got to the front door, Caleb was gone. He opened the letter, read it, and swore. He re-read the letter which thanked him for everything he’d done for the twins and for providing a roof over their head when they needed it but explained they’d had enough of being a male escort and being used and abused, so had left with immediate effect. After more swearing he reluctantly accepted their decision knowing his use of them would eventually end. He’d made good money out of them so it was time he also moved on and found two more cute guys he could use as rent boys.

    “Welcome to E&C Advertising Agency” the photographer said after Caleb had introduced the twins. “Oh, my. Where did you find these beauties? They’re perfect. Come, we have work to do.”

    The twins spent the next two hours modelling skimpy mens’ underwear and in the afternoon, modelling a range of swimwear. They loved showing off their bodies in this way and modelling the clothes. As time went by, they became the most wanted models and all the top fashion designers wanted to use them for their new range of clothes. Consequently, E&C Advertising Agency became very successful which meant the twins did too.

    No longer were they being used and abused, and to complete their happiness, they were in love with Ethan and Caleb who were the happiest guys alive.

    *****

  • Those Were the Days

    As I said in Part 1, I was just checking out the Scene and now I had Red Wine and weed! I was hitting the joint when a guy strapped to one of the “stocks” had had enough and they were unstrapping him. The guy who handed me the joint was standing right next to me, so I passed him a hit and he nodded toward the now vacant “stock” and said ” you ready to give it a try?” I said Hell yes” and he guided me forward. a guy said, “get naked and put your stuff on that chair”.  I did and they had me lay on a padded bench belly down. There was a hole in the bench which my Cock and Balls fit through. 

    my head slipped through a hole in the front which was padded with foam and soft black leather. To each of my wrists they attached a cuff which was locked to a bolt on two upright posts one for each arm. They then slipped a wide black leather cuff to each thigh, and these were secured to bolts on the base.  The thigh cuffs spread my thighs, so my mouth and my ass were at the mercy of the party guests, and I was not going anywhere.

    One of the guys came up and knelt in front of me so we were face to face. He looked me in the eyes and said ” are you cool with this? When you are on the “stock” your mouth and your ass are community property” I said ” I am so ready!” He said when you have had enough call out “Done!” and we will unhook you. I said, “I like to drink wine and smoke weed” and he said that was no problem and in fact someone held a joint to my lips and someone else put red wine into a cup with a straw and they held it so I could take a long gulp of wine.

    Just as I finished the wine the guy who spoke to me pulled down his shorts walked up to the “stock” and slid his 8″ Cock into my wide-open mouth! now I could move my head a little, but it was designed for Mouth Fucking and that was fine with me. He was Fucking my Mouth in a slow and steady pace. after a minute or so of his Cock sliding in and out of my mouth (he loved to pull it all the way out and then slide it oh so slowly back in) he would say “Deep?!” and I would nod best I could, and he would plunge it all the way in and down my throat till his belly would bury my nose!

    He was trying to see how long I could hold it full in and I felt something behind me. A finger was lubing my hole and in a moment, I felt a Cock Head putting pressure on my hole. The guy with his Cock in my Mouth said ” Your gonna get your Ass Fucked!” and just as he said the word Fuck I felt the Cock Head slide into my Anus. I was now being fucked in both holes and the guy in my mouth slipped out and a Black Man of about 35 took his place. He was already hard and he just pushed his Cock into my mouth and down my throat.

    He said ” You want it rough?” and I gave a thumbs up from my strapped hand. Just as I did that I heard the guy in my ass groan and I knew he was Cumming in my Ass! and I could not see him! he pulled out and in 20 seconds I felt another Cock slide into my ass. The guy in my mouth was Throat Fucking me hard but he was about 7″ and not too thick so I could handle him with no problem.

    The new guy in my ass was another story. He was big and thick. I got to see his Cock when he came up front so he could Cum in my Mouth. About 9″ and thick and he grabbed my thigh straps and Fucked my Ass as hard as he could. The guy I sucked first the one who counseled me said “Is that too much?!” But I was determined I was not going to give in so I did thumbs up again.

    Well there’s more…stay tuned for Part 3 coming soon

    Brice  

  • Cat’s Eyes

    He went down to the tenth floor and knocked on Al’s door”Come in” Mike heard him say and walked inside.

    The room was dark with a low light over Al’s naked body who was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. His hands were on his knees and he was covered with oil. He was inhaling smoke from a bowl of scents in front of him. His cock was solid pointing up and his eyes closed.

    “We need to talk,” Mike said standing in front of him and Al never said a word and kept his eyes closed

    “Did you hear me?” Mike said and Al opened his eyes and looked straight into Mike’s eyes

    Mike stared at his eyes and again he felt a chill all over his body and goosebumps. He tried to turn his head away but he felt his body paralyzed standing in front of him.

    “I didn’t think it was going to take you that long to come over,” Al said

    “I want to make myself clear” Mike started to raise his voice “I am a straight guy and I am not gay like you”

    “That’s what they all say,” Al said standing up and walking to the kitchen “Would you like a beer?”

    Mike sat down on the sofa chair and didn’t say a word.

    “I think that means yes,” Al said, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge and handing one to Mike.

    “How long have you been interested in guys?” Al said sitting down on the sofa chair opposite Mike

    “I am not, I told you that” Mike started to sob

    “So, never been with a guy?”

    “No, my dad would kill me” Mike kept on saying “He is a senator and an evangelist preacher and good friend of Trump”

    “Holy fuck!!!” Al yells laughing “Hallelujah, praise the Lord, you are so fucked. If your dad ever finds out, he will hang you by your balls and let the wolves eat you alive”

    “He is never going to find out because I am straight,” Mike said and started to drink from the bottle of beer

    “Listen your secrets are secret with me,” Al said getting up from the sofa chair and knelt in front of Mike grabbing the waist of his track pants “Let me take care of some of your problems”

    “No, stop,” Mike said, pushing Al’s hand away from his pants”

    “Just relax, man,” Al said looking into Mike’s eyes. He pulled the track pants down to Mike’s ankles. Mike didn’t resist and he let him do what he wanted looking into those eyes. Then, Al went down on his cock. It only took a few seconds for Mike’s cock to get solid hard inside his mouth. Al sucked on his knob, licked his whole shaft, and slurped on his balls while he kept on looking in his eyes. Then he pushed his lips between his balls and thighs and started to suck and lick his thigh.

    Mike leaned back and was getting aroused with that mouth over his cock. He started to move his hips up and down fucking Al’s throat till he shot his load in his mouth. Al slurped all the cum from his piss hole and sat down in front of him. He never had a blow job in his life. He wished Wendy could suck his cock as he did.

    “I think I better go home. I have to study for tomorrow’s test” Mike said, pulling up his track pants and walking to the front door. He could not believe he blew his load down a man’s throat.

    “I know you’ll be back for more, “Al said. “You know where I live if you want some more fun”

    Mike went to his apartment and he jumped in the shower and washed his cock a few times, He felt so dirty to let a man suck on his cock. He swore he would never push his cock in a man’s mouth. He is madly in love with Wendy and he is also worried about his dad if he ever finds out. A month has gone by and he spent his week studying and weekends with Wendy, having good sex. He never went back to the gym or the sauna.

    ———One Saturday night——

    “Hurry up,” Wendy said. “Your dad is waiting downstairs for us to go to the restaurant”

    Both of them dressed in formal clothes walked in the elevator to go down to the main floor. On the tenth floor, the door opened and Al walked in. Mike’s heart stopped as soon as he saw him and tried to stand still without looking at him

    “How is Mike?” Al asked

    Mike felt his heart beating twice as much and started to sweat and didn’t say a word

    “Oh, you know my boyfriend?” Wendy asked

    “Yes” Al looked at her with that sarcastic smile 

    “We meet in the gym. You do look very gorgeous. Where are you off to?” Al said 

    “Thanks,” Wendy said “We are off to a gala night with Mike’s parents”

    “Nice,” Al said smiling “Your boyfriend looks handsome too” 

    “Yes he does,” Wendy said

    When the door opened, Wendy walked out of the elevator. When Mike was leaving the elevator, Al grabbed him by his arm and softly said to Mike “You still owe me a blow job” Mike pulled his arm away from Al’s hand and walked out of the elevator.

    Mike and Wendy never talked about Al all night and he was so worried that Al saw him with Wendy. The next day Mike was so nervous and he didn’t talk too much. His mind was on Al and he was sure he saw his dad standing in the lobby.

    “What is wrong?” Wendy asked “You didn’t feel like having sex last night and now you have been silent all day” 

    “Nothing,” Mike said sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper

    “I know when you are like this, you want to be alone,” Wendy said, “Do you want me to leave?”

    “Yes,” Mike said “I have an exam tomorrow and my mind is thinking about it”

    When Wendy left his apartment, he went down to Al’s apartment and knocked on the door. There was no answer and he decided to go back to his apartment. On his way to the elevator, Al walked out of it wearing his track pants and a top just covering his nipples with a towel over his shoulder

    “What the fuck? Man” Mike said pushing Al from his chest

    Al grabs him from the front of his neck and pushes him with his back to the wall 

    “Don’t you ever push me again or I kick your butt. Now come to my apartment”. 

    He let him go and walked to his apartment and Mike followed him. Al walked into the kitchen and brought two bottles of beer and handed one to Mike.

    “What is your problem?” Al asked

    “I told you I am straight and leave my girlfriend alone” Mike started to raise his voice

    “What about me getting a blow job?” Al yells back at him, “You didn’t complain when I gave you one?”

    “I know I made a mistake,” Mike said bowing his head down

    “Mistake?” Al said laughing “Mistake my ass, you loved every bit of it. From now on I am going to be in control,” Better learn to respect me, or else?”

    “Or else what?” Mike said moving close to Al and pushing his face into his face” 

    “I know your dad,” Al said and pushed Mike away from him and placed the bottle of beer on the coffee table, and removed his top and track pants. He sat down on the sofa chair naked and raised his left leg over the armrest of the chair, exposing his genitals. He started to stroke his cock and looking at Mike with a nasty smile

    “Stop doing that” Mike said

    “It excites you ha?” Al said smiling

    “No it doesn’t” Mike said and tried to keep his eyes off Al’s thick cock

    “Everyone knows my dad,” Mike said

    “Your dad was a good friend of my uncle and both preached in the same Church. They both preached at St. John Church” Al said still stroking his hard cock and looking into Mike’s eyes

    “I told you I am a straight guy,” Mike said turning his head away so he does not look into his eyes

    “Do you want me to go and visit him?” Al said

    “No don’t” Mike replied “Please don’t talk to Wendy again too,” 

    Mike stood up from the sofa, drank the last few drops from the bottle, and headed to the door

    “Stop” Al yelled “You have to put this on before you go” 

    “What is that?” Mike asked, 

    “It is a cock cage?” Al said, 

    “What do I need that for?” Mike asked

    “I want to have total control of your cock”

    “Control of my cock?”Mike asked, “How are you able to do that?”

    “Your cock will not be able to stand up and if you need to jerk off you have to ask for my permission to remove it,” Al said holding the cock cage in front of Mike’s face

    “No way,” Mike said, grabbing the knob of the door.

    “It is your choice,” Al said, sitting down on the sofa. “Maybe I should go and see my uncle. Probably your dad will be there”

    Mike walked in front of Al and pulled his track pants down exposing his crotch in front of Al’s face “Do what the fuck you like as long you stay away from my dad and Wendy”

    “Can you see these three spikes inside the third ring?” Al asked 

    “Yes, what are those for?” Mike asked

    “If your cock starts to get chubby inside it, they will go in your cock behind the head and it hurts,” Al said touching the three spikes with his finger. Then he grabbed Mike’s finger and pushed it on one of the spikes and Mike pulled his finger back

    “That will make my cock bleed,” Mike said

    “Then don’t get hard. That is the purpose of these spikes. You are not allowed to get hard without my permission” Al said

    Al grabbed Mike’s cock and pulled the skin back to expose the head of his cock.

    “Why are you pulling the skin back?” Mike asked

    “So the head is always out from the skin. When your cock rubs with your pants it will feel sensitive and you remember who owns your cock” Al said

    Then slowly he pushed the five rings over his cock and locked the cage by a ring around his scrotum with a padlock. Mike started to feel the three small spikes pushing behind the head of his cock.

    “It hurts man” Mike complained “Pull it out” 

    “You get used to it,” Al said pulling the track pants up for Mike. He felt the track pants rubbing over the head of his cock and he felt it through his spine and to his brain.”How does it feel now?” Al asked, rubbing his hand over the track pants over Mike’s crotch

    “Stop,” Mike said pulling his hand away “You are ticking the head and you are making excited” 

    “That is the game,” Al said “Now go to your place”

    When Mike was leaving his place, Al asked, “What apartment do you live in?”

    “Why do you want to know?” Mike asked

    “Because when you are getting horny, you be calling me to come over to your place” 

    “I can come down here,” Mike said

    “No, you are not allowed to come here unless I give you permission or I call you because I need my cock to be serviced”

    ‘Apartment one four three two” Mike said

    “I want you to be naked and on your knees behind the door when I come over to your place,” Al said

    “Oh OK,” Mike said walking to the front door

    “Oh another thing,” Al said “I like to drink bourbon whisky with two ice. I want the drink ready on the coffee when I arrive” 

    “I don’t have any” Mike said

    “Then go and buy one before you call me,” Al said and pushed Mike out of his apartment

    Mike went to his apartment and the first thing he did was remove his track pants. The rubbing of the track pants on his exposed cock head was making him all excited and his cock was getting chubby in the cage. The three spikes were pushing on the back of the head of his cock and were making it sore. He tried to keep his mind off his cock but the exposed head was making him think of his cock.

    He managed to fall asleep and the next day he wore his clothes without underwear to keep his cock free in his pants. All day long he felt the head of his cock rubbing with the pants. After school, he stopped at the liquor store to buy a bottle of bourbon whisky. He ran home to call Al. 

    He called him a few times and he never answered. He decided to go down to the gym to look for him and then he went inside the sauna room. He found him sitting on a bench and trying to seduce a young blonde man sitting opposite him by spreading his knees and twitching his cock. The young blonde guy, with a towel over his lap, was staring at him. He was probably mesmerized by his green eyes. Mike, still wearing his clothes, went to sit down beside Al.

    “Can we go outside and talk?” Mike softly said to Al

    “What do you want?” Al asks

    “I have called you a few times, so, you come to my place,” Mike said

    “Why?” Al asked

    “You know” Mike whispered

    “No, I don’t,” Al said raising his voice and still looking at the blonde guy’s eyes

    “I need my cock free” Mike whispered in his ear

    “I didn’t hear you. Can you speak louder?” Al asked, looking at the guy with a smile and winking at him. 

    “I want to jerk off” Mike whispered in his ear

    “I cannot hear you,” Al said again and gave a loud laugh

    “He wants you to jerk him off,” the blonde guy said

    “How can I jerk him off if he is still wearing his clothes?” Al asked the blonde guy

    “That is true,” the blonde guy said to Mike “Why don’t you remove your track pants? ”

    Mike looked at the blonde guy and then looked at Al and his face turned red with embarrassment.

    “This faggot has been begging me to fuck him,” Al said to the blonde

    “I am not gay. I am a straight boy” Mike said with a loud voice

    “Well, we all like to play straight. But we all enjoy a cock once in a while” the blonde guy said laughing

    “Are you straight too?” Al asked him

    “Oh fuck, of course, I am” the blonde guy started to say “Aren’t we all?”

    The blonde guy removed the towel over his lap and grabbed his eight-inch hard cock and started to shake it. “All girls want this cock in their pussies or mouth”

    “Wow, that is a nice cock. Don’t you think so, faggot?” Al asked Mike

    Mike got up and started to walk towards the exit door

    “If you leave don’t call me again” Al yells and Mike stops “come and sit down beside me. Now remove your pants and show this nice gentleman my property,” Al said

    “But?” Mike said

    “But what? Do I have to repeat myself?” Al yelled at him

    Mike slowly pulled his track pants down to his ankle with his head bowed down

    “Holy fuck” the blonde said “You own his cock?”

    “Yes it is my property,” Al said “Faggot, go and stand in front of that nice gentleman to check it out”

    Mike stood up and walked to the blonde guy. The blonde guy grabbed him by his balls and pulled him close to him. Mike screamed and tried to push his hand away from his balls. But the blonde guy slaps him across his face and yelled at him “Don’t ever touch me”

    “Don’t you hate when faggots try to touch you?” the blonde asked Al

    “I know what you mean,” Al said “you want to punch their lights out”

    The blonde started to slap Mike on his face and held him tight by his balls. Every time Mike moved back, the blonde would crank on his balls and slaps him again

    Al stood up and walked behind Mike and wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him back. The blonde guy kept holding him by his balls and Mike was arched backward held by his balls and neck.

    “Do you want to come to my place and we fuck him hard?” Al asked the blonde guy

    “Fuck him?” the blonde guy yells “I want to crush these balls with a hammer till he begs me to fuck him”

    Mike squirmed and twisted around as he was held by his neck and his balls was being crushed by the blonde’s hand

    “Let us go to my place,” Al said letting go of Mike’s neck

    “I hope you are a good fuck you scum bag,” the blonde guy said smacking him a few times on the back of his head and squeezed his balls as hard as he could making him bent forward and scream

    to be continued …

  • Wrong Place, Wrong Time Maybe?

    I really don’t remember when it all went bad, but here I was sitting in a jail cell. This was my first time and not even sure who I could call, or when they would give me that opportunity and to make matters worse, I had put on my new red silk panties. I think the panty wearing had me the most concerned if they sent me to an other facility that did the entire strip down and cavity search, what would they do?

    I was in the wrong place tonight when that fight broke out, not much I could have done against 5 guys anyway, but I should have left instead of hanging around watching when the police showed up. Two guys taken to the hospital and 4 others, myself included taken here. The guys that were fighting were in two cells separated by my cell in between and they told me I better not say anything. I sat there on a bench and didn’t say anything.

    There was a man already in the cell when they put me in here and he came and sat next to me. He told me not to worry these guys couldn’t get to me and that I was safe for now. The door opened and an officer came in telling us we would be there until morning, to get comfortable and it was lights out in two. This guy told me the bench was comfortable unless I preferred the floor just as the lights went out. It was pitch dark and only a little light coming in from a small window down at the end. I moved over and laid down on the bench leaving enough room for the guy still sitting on the end of the bench.

    I must have been tired and dozed of, but was woken up by the feel of someone rubbing my cock. I kept quiet and casually looked in the other cells seeing if anyone was watching, but it appeared all were asleep. All except this older guy fondling my cock and balls and knew from the hard bulge I enjoyed it. He moved closer and unbuttoned my pants and slid my fly down, I remembered my panties, but it was to late as if they had a neon beacon he says that he likes them and pulls my cock out from the side and wraps his hand slowly stroking me.

    He leans over and tells me to slide my pants down and he never stops stroking my cock. I look around to make sure the others are still sleeping as he now pulls my pants completely off and drops them to the floor out of my reach. I asked him to hand me my pants and he tells me I won’t need them for awhile and then announces that he has a faggot over here in his panties. I jumped up, but he is stepping on my jeans and won’t give them back and I can hear the others moving to the cell walls so I sit back down and push my cock back in cowering at the end of the bench.

    Here I thought I was going to have a quick quiet play time was turning out to be a little bit more. It was pretty dark but the four guys in the other two cells could clearly make out that I was wearing some sexy red panties and asked my cell mate if I was any good. He laughed and told them he would be first, but wanted to share me with the rest of you. The big guy that had started the fight clearly the alpha said that he was next and asked me if that was ok. I asked my cell mate what he was going to be first at and he said anything he wanted.

    He stood and walked over to me pulling out his cock that I could see was about 5″, but had a fat cock head, he asked I see you in these pretty panties and figured you were out to get fucked tonight anyway, so why should being in jail stop that and told me to suck him. I looked over at the other cells and all eyes were on me as I took his cock into my mouth and started licking his cock head as he moaned. He was correct in assuming I wore those panties for a reason, but had no specific plans other hoping to get lucky and would have except the guy now was one of the two they took to the hospital.

    I had ventured out this evening with exactly what was going on, except the jail part. This cock and maybe 4 others would be my date for this evening and what they all didn’t know, was I was going to enjoy this as much as they would and I started sucking and bobbing up and down on this guys cock in my mouth. I could hear the others whispering that I sucked cock real good and wondered if I had a tight pussy. The alpha told them all to keep quiet and watch so the guard wouldn’t come back in. The guy was moaning and telling me yea cocksucker you gave good head and that he had a big load for me, he then asked if I was ready and I nodded yes and sucked his fat cockhead as he shot seven large thing ropes of cum into my mouth and told me to eat it all. I first drooled a little in my hand and then showed him his load as I then swallowed it. I told him it was doubtful anyone had brought lube to the party, so I used his cum and pushed it with several fingers into my ass hole.

    I stood up and walked over to the cell wall and up to the alpha and said you wanted to be next didn’t you. He dropped his pants and his cock was about 7″ uncut and he said let’s start with you sucking it. I dropped to my knees as he pushed his cock through to me. I immediately slid his for skin back and was licking all over his musky tasting cock head, I kept licking and slid his skin back up over my tongue and listened to him say you are a nice cocksucker and reached through holding my head as he pumped his cock deep in and out of my throat. He was slowly pumping his cock and asked do I like it this way in my ass, or as he started face fucking me hard, or like this. I pulled off of his cock and told him they were both good, but it usually depends on the guy fucking me and then I stood up and pushed my ass against the bars.

    This alpha didn’t miss as he lined his cock to my ass, I spread my cheeks a little and he was balls deep with one push. His cell mate was standing next to him pounding on his own cock and looked ready to cum so I bent over and put my face towards him and he stepped right up pushing his cock into my mouth letting go a loud moan and shot several big thick ropes of tasty cum into me and then stepped back. I leaned back against the bars and alpha once again pushed his cock into my ass and slowly started to fuck his big Dick in and out. I told the guys in the other cell they would be next as my cell mate walked over stroking his hard cock ready for another go at my tonsils.

    I bent over and was now being spit roasted with alpha man pumping my ass hole and my cell ate fucking my face. I looked over to the other cell and it appeared they couldn’t wait for me and were sucking each other as they laid on the cold floor. That means I can take my time here and my cell mate asked the alpha if he could take a turn in my ass. He pushed cock balls deep and told him nobody else is getting this pussy tonight and he would finish again in my mouth. They both kept fucking each end until my cell mate exclaimed he was coming and shot just as much come as the last load he fed me, stepped back and laid down on the bench. Alpha man was now starting to pound my ass harder and faster, I could fell his balls slapping mine. I heard him whisper that if, when we all got out of this mess he wanted to do it again and then he reached through the bars holding my hips and pushed his cock deep into me shooting his seed as deep as he could. Held me with his cock still in my ass and told me his name was Tony and then stepped back zipping his pants.

    I went over to the bench straightened my panties and put my jeans on. I watched the two in the other cell finish each other off and fell asleep. I was woken by my name being called, but I could see that the Sun was just starting to come up through the window and knew I called no one so what was up. My name called again I stood up and the older cop opened the cell to let me out. The cop took me by my arm and out through the door down a dark hall into another office. The wall had several TV monitors and I could see our cells with one of the monitors playing back my sucking cock. The officer closed the door and there was another cop sitting behind his desk stroking his already hard cock. He looked at me and asked if I knew why I was there. I didn’t answer, but walked around his desk and got down on my knees. Taking his hard cock into my mouth he moaned and said I was a good cocksucker and that his buddy would be next.

    This cop had a nice sized cut cock that I was working deep in and out of my mouth and from the way he was moaning I figured he had already got himself worked up and would be feeding me his protein shake for breakfast. I couldn’t see his buddy, but could hear him behind me also now stroking his cock and rubbing my ass. I remembered Tony telling everyone that my ass was his and wondered if this cop cared. I was lick the cock head in my mouth and heard him say he was ready as he pushed his hips forward and started shooting his cum into my mouth. He shot several ropes of his cum pulled his cock from my lips and then wiped his cock on my face. Leaving me on my knees, he stood up told the next guy to be quick and then let me go. I stayed on my knees as the other cop came around and sat in front of me. His already hard cock wasn’t as big as the other guys, but just as hard as he grabbed my head and pushed his cock past my lips. He told me to suck like the faggot I am as he controlled my head pumping up and down on his cock. I was in luck this guy was going to be even quicker as he pumped my head up and down as he blew his load into my mouth. He stood up and pulled his cock out to shoot his last squirt onto my face and told me to leave it. He helped me stand handed me an envelope with my belongings and walked me to the front, but before he opened the door he leaned into me and told me next time he was going to fuck my ass. I smiled and he opened the door to let me leave.

    It was a long walk back to the bar where I had left my car and thought that I would go get some breakfast and then go back to bail out Tony, we had a long day ahead and could get to know each other better.

  • Tender Bits

    Five to Eighty-Five

    The way he played by himself pleased his Granny. She watched from her rocking chair and crocheting. Phrases such as ‘attention span’ and ‘self gratification’ were not in her small-town Southerner’s vocabulary. But she knew his concentration on coloring within the lines, on blending of colors to make new shades was special.

    They were in Granny’s room, Stella Dallas leading her unbalanced married life on the radio. The Great Gildersleeve provided light contrast in those shared afternoons. A preposterous line now and then caught little Zane’s ear. He would giggle.

    At five, Zane’s smarts extended to grasp his Granny’s need to nap. All that rocking made her sleepy every day. His chance.

    “Can Buddy come over to play with me in the sandbox?”

    That always worked.

    Up from her chair, Pearl Reed would lean on the nearby windowsill and call in her weak voice to Mable Garner next door.

    A tiny head popped into view as Mable, herself in need of a nap, consented. With a reminder to “be good,” she patted her boy on the head and sent him to see Zane.

    Barefoot both, the boys plunked themselves in the sand and waited for radios to be switched off.

    That was their signal. From gritty sandbox to the soft powder of dirt under Zane’s house was only a few crawls on hands and knees away. There, safe from view, they shed their clothes and sucked each other.

    The practice – their discovery – tickled both. It was the most fun two little boys could have. No rules to follow like games taught by a parent or a Granny. Soft, wet tongues on soft boy parts – heaven!

    When they tired of the fun, on went their underpants, and they ran to the garden in hopes to wash off the soil. Summer’s hot sun soon dried them as they ran around, playing tag in Zane’s back yard. Glee’s noises ended naps. Buddy and Zane were found in the sand box being good boys.

    * * * *

    Year two of their elementary schooling ended doubly. Classes were over. The Garners moved away. Zane missed his friend Buddy and their under-house trysts. The new family that moved in had infant boy twins in which seven-year old Zane had no interest. What was the talk of Center Street was the return from his time in the Army of twenty-four-year-old James “Jimmy” Hudson, whose mother lived across the street.

    Jimmy had been in Africa. Far off, exotic Africa! He had black and white glossies of African women with naked, pendulous breasts which exceeded any in Zane’s experience looking through occasional issues of National Geographic. Neighborhood boys were welcomed to the Hudson’s garage where Jimmy showed them proudly and rubbed himself through khaki-colored pants.

    Zane and his friends Lamar, from around the corner, and Willis, from three blocks away, looked and listened, and marveled at what bulged. They wondered.

    Center Street ended four blocks away in a woods where there were swings, teeter-totters, and a couple of picnic tables beside a creek with tiny crawfish. Like a pied piper, Jimmy and his little troupe of neighborhood boys trekked to the ‘park” – with permission from two mothers and a granny – where Jimmy could tell them more and show them ‘some stuff.’

    By following the Center Street creek from the park area as it twisted deep, they could reach a secluded area where a fallen tree lay in a small clearing few knew about. There, boys could lower their pants as Jimmy did and compare themselves to the man, and watch him pull on himself until globs of white flew in the air. Times were when Jimmy would pull at the boy’s parts until those places sprouted nascent erections. Most fascinating were Jimmy’s efforts to put himself in in Willis’ backside, the boy over the tree trunk – bent not unwillingly.

    Willis had heard from his older brother about cornholing, who said it was “really good if you’re old enough.”

    * * * *

    Zane’s anatomical education was thwarted by the diagnosis of rheumatic fever, which put him briefly in a children’s hospital and, for four months in bed at home. Upjohn Pharmaceutical’s horrible-tasting tonic, Jeculin, was spooned into his mouth every day. If he regurgitated it, another spoon of it was forced in.

    Zane did not attend the third year of his schooling. His friends did. At home, confined to bed rest and little exercise (“Your heart could burst.”), he cut out and played with paper dolls, drew pictures and modeled with plasticine. Mostly, he read…children’s books, comic books or whatever he could get his hands on. What occupied him most he leafed through a volume at a time was a grocery-store-marketed encyclopedia.

    His mother bought one volume at a time as each appeared – Richard’s Topical Encyclopedia. Stretched her budget but kept the boy occupied during homebound school hours. He looked at all the pictures prior to reading articles on subjects such as artists whose names he knew from hearing about them on news broadcasts. Picasso. Dali. Rembrandt. Bosch. Rubens. Pollock. Da Vinci. Learning further, he read general articles on art periods. Lost himself to the Greeks (beautiful male statues); skipped the Middle Ages (bizarre); dove into the Renaissance (best artists ever); made it through Romanticism (without identifying with its effusions); shunned Impressionism (blurry); tired of art so, on Granny’s advice, turned to American history.

    By his ninth year when he entered the third grade at school, Zane knew more than his teacher, could figure arithmetic in his head, and was impatient with his classmates’ slowness. Miss Cox (his mother’s friend with the name Genevieve) sent him to the art table. The following year, Miss Brewton (Grace Kelly pretty) did the same. Mrs. Lypes, his rotund teacher at the new middle school encouraged his art. He produced on huge sheets of newsprint wishy-washy watercolor paintings of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.

    People left him alone.

    Subjected to the Standford-Binet Intelligence Quotient test, he was embarrassed to learn that his score was only 156. “I know way more than what they tested,” he complained. Zane’s mother inquired of Mrs. Lypes what the score meant. “Tell him it’s just fine and not to worry,” had been her answer before swearing Zane’s mother to secrecy. “It’s in the near-genius category.”

    Officious Mrs. Buice and hatchet-faced Miss Tucker, Zane’s sixth and seventh grade teachers, indulged his self-propelled learning as far as possible within curricular guidelines. It was in the Spring of his seventh grade year that sex re-entered Zane’s consciousness.

    His classmate Herb Lindsay had pubic hairs to show during recess on the athletic field. His four-inch erection was envied by the other boys. Zane thought back to Jimmy Hudson’s man-size and nightly investigated his personal bits. Why were they not developing? Something about cornholing surfaced – something buried behind all the learning of his past four years.

    Perhaps…

    Curious, Zane surveyed the soft stick of margarine on the kitchen table. He selected a round-handled ice cream scoop from a drawer and, after checking that Granny was napping, slicked it to insert in his backside. Found the best angle. Slipped it in. Felt his cocklet spring up hard.

    Straightened upright, he discovered he had a tail. It tickled inside when he clumped tentatively into the living room, pants around his ankles. On noticing the threat that it might fall out, the boy pushed it back – which tickled a special spot even more, well, specially.

    Fucking! Fucking was great.

    After a wash-up, other utensils were introduced into his self-play – tapered candles being favored over kitchen equipment. They were so smooth and held their place when he twiddled himself to funny, fuzzy feelings. And…and, one day there were two hairs! Convinced by the result, Zane doubled his efforts…and soon noticed growth to his penis. Popping things in his anus aided masturbation which, in turn, prompted growth of hairs and inches.

    A new boy at school, Tommy Rodman, of pretty face and gentle manner, turned out to live not far away. They palled up, Tommy also interested in art. In a few months, swayable Tommy posed bare-chested for Zane to sketch, let Zane show him a candle and speak of how it felt, lowered his pants as directed, took it right in with only spit on the end, joined Zane in jerking, and became his plaything. On the sly from adult observation.

    For his twelfth birthday, Zane received a tent. Bitter disappointment. That is, until he thought of its potential for sex with Tommy – and handsome David Reynolds, from four blocks away, a dimpled, good natured, outdoor type. The three staked out Zane’s tent under the backyard pecan tree, David doing most of the work. They determined to spend the night in there, reading comics by flashlight and talking about nocturnal emissions.

    Naked under their flannel pajamas there were more interesting things to study by flashlight – each other’s development. David might be interested in seeing how Tommy could take Zane, prompted Zane. Tommy didn’t mind, even said he liked it. As if on cue, he told David he ought to try it. David faced down and was skewered.

    Damned by a sudden rain shower and a thunder clap, Zane’s fuck was unrooted. The tent leaked. Grabbing on their pajamas, the boys ran quickly, quietly into the house, and tiptoed to Zane’s bed. Parents were not awakened, that is until David’s resumed nakedness was thrust back into by Zane, Tommy watching, and a slat crashed from the bed frame with a loud report.

    Light came on under parents’ door. Hysteria provided Tommy with his pajama top and Zane with his pajama bottom. David was left with the sheet pulled over him.

    “What happened?”

    Zane told of the rain and of how they’d just gotten inside and had plopped all at once on the bed.

    “Well, go in the living room and pull out the sleeper sofa.”

    With relief, the lucky boys never dared to try another sleepover. Tommy gave in to Zane through high school, then married his sweetheart the day after graduation and proceeded to sire four sons over the next years. Unfucked David went his own way after their Junior year, marrying a girl, leaving school, and getting a job.

    * * * *

    Years of college were an escape from his home town for Zane. There was bad news: Jimmy Hudson’s foolishness with the kid twins from across the street led to his arrest and confession to diddling all of Center Street’s boys over the years. A call came to Zane, who was deposed over the telephone. Opting to acknowledge Jimmy’s manual manipulations, Zane avoided having to interrupt classes for a trip to court. The prosecution succeeded in avoiding a trial by getting Jimmy committed to a State psychiatric center.

    That put the kibosh on sex with others during Zane’s collegiate matriculation. As an art student, the talented young man was surrounded by arty types. The company of gays proved fun. He and friends played around with campy colloquialisms. To each other they were “Auntie” and “Mother” and “Sister” and “Queen.” They snickered over the stud behavior of “butch” male students, speculated about “blow jobs,” joked about a hapless friend who, in the dark, mistook a tube of peppermint toothpaste for one of Brylcreem and lost a trick to a case of flaming asshole.

    * * * *

    Hornier than ever to fuck, Zane took a big city job and learned how to pick up hustlers near the Civic Library and downtown Soldiers Monument. Negotiations in those days, he found out, were simple.

    “You a cop?”

    “No. Are you?”

    “No. Do you turn over?”

    “Might. What’s it worth to you?”

    The situation was repeated as often as Zane’s finances allowed. In consequence, the young man’s circle of hustler acquaintances grew along with stories circulating of his cockly prowess. A bond with one tough, streetwise Donny Simms, led to great butt fucking.

    Charlie Kirkland, whose lawn service utilized street kids by the day (and he, generally by night), told Zane, “Donny loves to get fucked but will never admit it. Claims to be straight – only sucks because he has to. It’s bullshit. But be careful. He’s dangerous. He’d soon as cut your liver out with a dull knife if you catch him thieving from you.”

    The first time Zane laid eyes on Donny, he was leaning against the Library wall in a pair of red shorts and nothing else. They bargained for oral.

    “I don’t do no back-door.”

    Zane knew otherwise. Before taking him home, Donny needed a hamburger, fries, and a large coke. Two of each, it turned out.

    “I ain’t ate all day.”

    “Business slow?”

    “I don’t go with just anybody. Some are creeps. You know the guy, Mr. Grooms he calls himself?”

    “Nope. Why?”

    With a belch, Donny said, “Acts all nice, then pulls out his belt when you’re all nekkid. I don’t go for that shit. Had enough from my old man. Grooms beat Joe Rutherford black and blue and didn’t pay him.”

    “Joe. Let’s see, kinda muscular, isn’t he? From the Midwest?”

    “Yeah, a real pussy. You wanna fuck, get Joe. Only I ain’t seen him around lately,” Donny wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “Let’s go. You been good to me. I’ll be good to you.”

    He was. Rolled right over with being asked. Took Zane’s dick like a pro. Nothing tender about Donny.

    Light pink from no exposure to the Summer sun, Zane contrasted markedly with the hustler’s nearly all-over tan. The view he had of his bulbous, fully mature length sliding in and out of Donny with no protest sent his desires into high gear. Donny bounded back again and again to counter Zane’s spirited thrusts.

    They shook the bed.

    Donny fell asleep without a word. Did not move all night as Zane was aware, afraid to fall asleep himself. Finally, he managed to doze. Waking, he felt panicky for a moment until he saw that Donny was still where he had been – his ass as beguiling in dawn’s light as any Zane had ever plumbed.

    Breakfast proceeded without awkwardness. The boy liked scrambled eggs, toast, strawberry jam and, surprisingly, sweet milk. “Y’want me to fix you up with Joe?” he offered.

    Zane sputtered into his coffee. “Thanks, but I don’t think so.”

    A raised eyebrow was Donny’s response.

    “I want to see more of you.”

    “Most guys don’t.”

    “Want some more eggs?”

    That cinched the deal. Donny took the money Zane proffered. He came back many times over the next months, never once causing a problem. Filched nothing. Always got fucked face down, occasionally twice overnight, but never expected pay for the second.

    “It’s a freebie – for you, ’cause you’re nice.”

    (Read here for another tale about Donny)

    * * * *

    Charlie, in his landscaper’s pickup truck, occasionally drove Zane on cruises. They would pick up boys by asking if they wanted to ride around. The are-you-a-cop routine opened discussions, sometimes leading to funny exchanges.

    One attractive kid – Alan, he said his name was – quoted so exorbitant a price that Zane burst out, “I only want to rent it, not buy it.” Alan demanded to be let out on the spot. Offended.

    Another pick-up, Robert, who was very good looking and whose whopper-cock Charlie had blown, spent the night with Zane. His bounteous butt played host to a splendid romp by enthused Zane. Welcomed back there, Robert acted funny after his fourth time, causing Zane’s warning lights to blink. While Robert was in the bathroom taking a shower, Zane went through his pockets – and discovered his personal American Express card.

    Called and asked to come quickly, Charlie drove up in his pickup truck that morning to haul Robert away. Told him, “You can’t come back.” Robert listened guiltily in silence. At home, he got out. His mother, a slattern named Reba, popped from her tatty front screen door, “What’s going on?”

    “Robert’s a thief. He took Zane’s credit card.”

    “Stupid fool,” Reba slapped her big son as he entered the house. She strolled out to Charlie’s pickup, “Look, sorry about that. We needa Easter ham. Kin y’help us out?”

    Charlie brought over a girlish little runaway, sixteen. A whiner when getting fucked, ‘she’ claimed it always hurt when her uncle did that to her. Queried, it came out that he had been doing that to ‘her’ since the age of twelve and liked it when told it hurt. So, “It hurts” became ‘her’ refrain. That was enough. Back ‘she’ went to the byways of life on the road.

    The smiling Segura twins wanted money but were dull sex. They nixed their opportunity with Zane by saying flatly, “Can you hurry up.”

    A Joseph something-or-other, possessor of a huge dick, liked it on his back, legs up. Loose inside from reformatory years, he never failed to implore Zane, “Don’t hurt me.”

    On his back or front, Nelson sucked his thumb each while. “I could fuck him for hours as long as he could suck that thumb of his,” Zane told Charlie. “He doesn’t do a thing whether I’m slow, fast, or hard in him – just sucks his thumb.”

    An acquaintance, Dawson Williams, liked to travel. He conned Zane into spending weekends in the Yucatan, ostensibly to see the pyramids. Dawson was a magnet for Mexican tricks. Loved their smooth torsos against which he favored ‘the Princeton rub,’ his flabby, bare, hairy chest rubbing theirs and achieving almost instantaneous relief. A few seconds only having passed, boys who wanted sex were not sure they had had it. Most turned then to Zane.

    (Read my true story here)

    Thus, multiple weekends and longer stays during holidays gave Zane’s ready cock a plethora of young holes belonging to Tito, Ricardo, Chiro, Eduardo, Roman, Paco, Efram, and a few Joses.

    Such good times!

    A Canadian gentleman suggested that ripe offerings were to be sampled in Malaysia. Given care not to flaunt, wonderful adventures with Asian flesh awaited. “They love big American dicks.”

    Off went Zane. He fucked Malays, Chinese, and Malay-Chinese nearly all of whom wanted him to call them by their adopted Western-style names: Adrian, Tony, Paul, Terry, James, and Henry, who was a police officer. Two did not go by those type names, Heri and Budhy. Exotic Budhy, skin the color of weak tea, came from Medan in Sumatra – and was amenable to ‘anything.’ The only new experience he had at Zane’s hands was to be made to wear a long dildo when they went for meals.

    Later, he wrote letters about it. And about being spanked, “None of my other daddies ever spanked me.”

    Zane never got over Budhy’s ritual washings the before muezzin’s calls to prayer and his obeisances for prayer toward Mecca, then climbing back into bed for more of Zane’s lusty cock.

    * * * *

    Wild oats were strewn as flagrantly, as gleefully as possible until Zane celebrated his twenty-eighth birthday. Reflection persuaded him that emotional needs loomed. Until eighteen-year-old David Hirschberg was recommended to him for tutoring, the matter’s resolution had failed to appear.

    David’s fair countenance, innocent sincerity, and cooperative spirit touched his tutor’s unsounded heartstrings. Reminded him distantly of amenable David Reynolds back home.

    Zane worked at making himself friendly and accessible especially as David’s small waist and cantaloupe buns came into view stretching his neatly pleated trousers during breaks in their sessions. A difficult moment in the boy’s understanding came as they were side by side. He dropped his head on Zane’s shoulder, was gentled, then hugged.

    “Oh, I’m getting some sympathy”

    “You can have as much as you want.”

    Catalytic moment!

    More handsy thereafter, Zane awaited further inspiration.

    One late afternoon when the weather was bad, David’s old, used car wouldn’t start.

    “You can stay over. We’ll make do. Call the service station for a tow in the morning.”

    David phoned his parents.

    He and Zane went to Zane’s bed in their jockeys.

    “How about some more sympathy?”

    It did not matter who said it, for David found out how a man’s fingers could trace his chest and stomach, what a man’s lips could do to his own virginal mouth, the effect of seven inches of firm flesh against his five – impressive despite two layers of cotton.

    Breathless, he became afraid.

    “Something wrong?”

    “I don’t think I’m supposed to do this. I’m Catholic.”

    Zane rose up, rubbed cock to prick, lowered himself, ground into David, growled, “I’m your angel of mercy, boy, here to teach you secrets of God’s love they don’t reveal at church. You’re guilty of the sin of onanism, I know. That’s selfish pleasure – with your hand – right?

    Twitching under pressure groin to groin and from being exposed as a practitioner of something not spoken of at home, young David turned his face aside in shame. Exposed then was his inviting, milky fresh neck – to which Zane applied his lips.

    “Hold me close. I won’t bite like Dracula, but I am going to give you something to remember about this occasion.”

    Hickeys. Six, in a semi-circle below the Adam’s apple. Purple by the morrow, they either would be seen or hidden under a turtleneck sweater.

    “Your church teaches you that love is good, doesn’t it? Love between two people? Admit it.”

    “Yes – a man and a woman.”

    “So they say. When you’re at mass, don’t your priests have acolytes?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    Zane’s erection pushed into David’s marble-size balls, as if to urge the boy’s legs into separating.

    “You know any of the acolytes?”

    “No. They’re like twelve years old.”

    “What do you think they wear under those robes and surplices?”

    No response. David was thinking.

    “Priests and acolytes dress apart from mothers, did you know? They train the boys to imitate them by stripping before being invested. ‘The pure state of Adam,’ they tell the boys – all the more intimate, the more loving. Is it any wonder how they help their acolytes through puberty? It’s natural, sanctioned by churchly tradition.”

    “You want to love me?”

    “David, you want to be loved but you’re afraid. Your privates – wet and throbby – are speaking desire. Let me help you, okay?”

    No exchange of words accompanied jockey removal. Nor David’s being turned for Zane’s delectation of his backside – the classic face-down position.

    Eyes followed the flow – a visual buffet – from back of head down neck to rise of shoulders and indent of waist, up flare of buttocks no Ganymede ever bested and down gentle curve of upper legs, dip behind knees to swell of calves, turn of ankles…

    Zeus-tempting pulchritude, his for the taking.

    Zane reached to stroke alluring prominences. “My dear David, your beauty begs to be loved, grown man to young man on the cusp. Lie still. Trust my touch to the most sensitive spot on your body, the spot you think is nasty – but that is only because you know only one, unclean use.”

    He found the threshold for love’s knock. It was locked. With patience and determination – and Vaseline – his index finger tried, tried, tried, and tried before the muscle weakened and widened to let a knuckle in. Zane occupied his other hand by massaging the virgin’s nape. Knuckle two reached through and was withdrawn to a gasp.

    “Shhhh…”

    Returned and rotated, the finger’s two joints caressed David’s inner ridges. Speculation about how those would feel to the head of his cock added urgency. Too soon, though. A second finger had to be accepted and its presence tolerated. There was protest to silence with another, “Shhhh, and “We are getting you ready, David, ready for the best newness your life ever had.” Time for relaxation was Zane’s to parcel out before resuming gentle twists and edgings toward that button that would cause a riot of ejaculation.

    As the fit came on, David reached for his randy, small sex, its balls tight against his body, and, confused as he convulsed on the fingers in his ass, collected manually what he could in astonishment.

    Zane rammed in deeply and drew the boy’s head into a kiss of high passion.

    “It hurts. It hurts.”

    “Only at first. Stop squeezing. This is important. Relax into the feeling of being rubbed inside. Yes, David, relax. These moments afterwards will mean so much to you when you let me make true love to you. Manly love, David. Your namesake in the scriptures, David, cured Saul’s madness not with any harp – that’s a cover-up – with his wondrous ass. He did, you know. There are scriptures no priest ever told you about.”

    A third finger slid stealthily into David as Zane continued his blasphemous account, “Jesus was a big-dicked Jew who kept a harem of a dozen young men in his thrall. They followed him on his travels of conversion to radical thought about love and how men should share it widely. He loved Thomas most, and most often because Thomas, of disposition as sweet as yours, craved the nurture of Jesus’ cock pinning him to wherever and on whatever they slept.”

    His mind set on David’s sexual salvation then and there, Zane withdrew his fingers, used their coating on himself and, with the grip of a bird of prey on David’s shoulders, husbanded his burgeoned bigness into the boy’s core.

    A humble beginning to a love affair, a first for both, that led to their living together, splendidly happy for three years. They shared a love of art. And loving sex. By clever edging, Zane’s fucks increased in time from ten to forty minutes – before David responded, as habituated, to the directive, “I’m going to cum; you, too.”

    Zane screwed David every night that neither was sick. Occasional colds or touches of flu interrupted. Two more years were “not bad,” by Zane’s later judgment, but the last two saw them drift apart. David wanted to make up for the youthful fun times with others his age denied him by his liaison with grown Zane.

    He went to bars, got picked up, had flings, and made two big mistakes. He chose to close the open-communication agreement which was part of their word to each other about living together; he declined to provide his well-accustomed bottom when a simple, if prolonged fuck would have kept Zane content.

    One day, Zane said, “David, for some while, you’ve been sending up signals that you don’t want to live with me any longer. So, let’s set a deadline for your departure, say, in thirty days.”

    * * * *

    Discontented, Zane found new employment a thousand miles away on the East Coast. He sold his small house, moved across country, made a lonely home for himself, met new people, pleasured himself in solitude, visited the local museums but, fearful of social disease on the spread, sought no intimacies with those in the gay life-whirl of his area’s tourist spots.

    Instead, he found refuge in imagination fed by porn. Pulp novels sold through the mail by authors Carl Corley, John Dexter, Peter Pepper, John Renzi, Jess Stearn, and Michael Ward helped to work out Zane’s knotted seminal vesicles but less than those by John Preston and Larry Townsend. Rough and forced sex, bondage, discipline, sado-masochism – some of the crudest by history’s prolific Anonymous – roiled his fancy. Victims with small endowments invited humiliation and subjugation. The writings confirmed for Zane that most twinks deserved it and could be convinced that they wanted abusive sex.

    New friends need not know what he bought by mail.

    * * * *

    Video tapes proved to be windows for second-hand voyeurism, their up-close-and-personal views of Rick Donovan, Chad Hunt, Aiden Shaw, Lon Flexx, and Chad Douglas having as bottoms willingly compliant co-stars. Kurt Marshall, Brent Corrigan, Joey Stefano, Kip Noll, Leo Ford, and Kevin Williams always set Zane’s flights of imagination soaring along with splashes of cum.

    * * * *

    Story sites on-line lured, too. Zane could select by category. Well-meant trash, smelly verbal garbage doomed many amateurish efforts to write. As little as a single page with only pedestrian prose, and off Zane’s screen it went. Good authors did almost as much for his libido’s satisfaction as videos. Zane read and relished certain stories by Bob Archman, Jamie Anderson, Arthur Carkeek, Axel Darke, David Buffet, Josh Terrence, Ivor Sukwell – all of whom certainly knew how bottoms should be handled, even manhandled. When they cropped up, hints of romance enhanced the sex.

    Mmmm.

    Zane stumbled on a writer of phenomenal verbal virtuosity, a mysterious, clearly experienced fellow who signed himself ‘Ganymede.’ How strange it seemed that pre-pubescence would be anyone’s focus. The difference between pedophilia and pederasty finally registered as viable perspectives, along with awareness of the psychosexual circumstances that draw men to little boys. It was possible to disregard the author’s predilections of pronounced age differences and to savor his use of language and its refinements.

    Language of adoration and tapped emotions, of seduction (even incestual), of success in penetrations of puckers no matter how small, of breaths drawn short and lungs refilled between gasps of fulfillment above and below to lift sexual fantasies to imaginings undreamed of by prurient minds. Weaver of erotic fantasy. Master of psychology of sex between men and boys. Residing on his aquatic Mt Olympus, muse and magic storyteller to mere mortals. Ganymede’s refinements caused Zane’s mind to boggle.

    An author of stories in bountiful quantity (although quite variable in thermostatic heights), F.E. Cooper, returned Zane’s e-mails. Upon sufficient flattery, the man waxed volubly about his erotic writing.

    “I write about what I know and use that in made-up situations for characters I originate. My stories, unlike Ganymede’s, which I have long admired, seldom flaunt convention or touch upon controversial issues. When thirty or more years of experience are similarly behind me as a writer, I may approach Ganymede’s beauty of expression.”

    He joked about being dead before then.

    Zane visited upon Cooper his ideas for hot stories.

    “If you want to read those stories, then write them,” came the response. “I and others doubtless will want to read them, provided they don’t appear unless and until well proofread. You wouldn’t want to seem illiterate, would you?

    “The more real you want your events to be for the reader, the more important it is not to distract by misspellings or subject-verb disagreements. While I catch most of those, writers I revere continue to upbraid me for over-long sentences. Try, they nag, for concision of statement. I pass that along in case it helps your initial efforts. So, get to them.”

    * * * *

    Misery. Ages passed. No boy ass for the man, little success with figuring out how to write an inviting first sentence. Middle-age limbo had Zane stuck. Tried to distract his thoughts by picking up his old art materials and trying his hand at painting.

    Crap. Sex thoughts were better.

    Erections had to be coaxed via fantasies. Cooper had said he wrote what he knew, that Zane should, too. The man knew his vice’s fantasies. He would write those.

    Zane applied himself to writing of the butts he dreamed to penetrate and of situations which would let him – in his personal fashion – come close to perpetrating crimes. Boy as toys to be played with, perhaps broken. Violence crept into his thinking. Torture chambers came to his darkened mind. Racks, whips, crosses, punishment benches, ball presses, fucking machines for his mind’s use in meting out Zanian justice. Convolutions of contrived story lines complicated, then compromised comprehensibility.

    Found that out when old friend Charlie Kirkland dropped by after a considerable interval. Asked, “What have you been up to?”

    Was Charlie appalled by the printed-out evidence of Zane’s labors? No, horrified.

    Disgusted. The more he glanced through pages so lurid they made no sense to him, he swallowed hard. The opening lines of one in particular infuriated him:

    “Dad, what’s this?” A black rubber object was held out.

    “Your Mom’s hood. For when we made love.”

    “There’s no openings except for, I guess, her mouth.”

    “That’s right son. She was small. About your size, the age you are now.”

    “Can I try it on – and you show me some love?”

    “Sure, baby. I’m really horny.”

    He could puke. Hated porn anyway. Neither read it nor watched it. Nothing about porn created a tumult in Charlie Kirkland’s testicles. Much preferred the real thing: a street kid to haul around with him to his worksites for a few days, to feed then suck and fuck at night. Even bought a white bearskin rug to cushion floor fun.

    A gamut of thoughts later, Charlie realized Zane had flipped out. Lost touch with reality.

    While neither psychologist nor medical practitioner of any sort, Charlie figured Zane needed to get out in the real world. Cooped too long, his emotions were cramped like toes in a badly fitted shoe, ingrown. But first, he had to react to Zane’s production.

    He brandished the print-outs, “What are you going to do with these?”

    “Why, post them to some sex story sites where I read a lot. Nifty, convenient.”

    “Tell you what,” Charlie said, “ride with me over to Fort Lauderdale. There’s a pick-up spot for day laborers. I need one or two guys for tomorrow. Maybe we can scout up something for you. There’re all kinds looking for work these days.”

    The ride was a what-the-hell lark for Zane.

    First stop netted no one attractive – just some alkies who would likely faint working in Florida’s sun. Second stop, not much better. His impatience was growing.

    “Bummer,” said Charlie. “Let’s check over by the beach.”

    “Look there,” Zane pointed to a couple of scruffy young men in the scant shade of a palm.

    Driving by for a gander then circling the clock, Charlie pulled up, rolled down his window, “You boys need a ride?”

    “Fuck no, we need a job.” The one who spoke looked worldly wise in the sexist possible way. Smaller, seemingly shyer, his companion merely looked up with resignation, Zane thought.

    “We’re going to get something to eat. Want to join us? Climb in the back.”

    With orders from a drive-by, they went to a small park with picnic tables where the boys’ dirty appearance would raise no eyebrows.

    “This here’s Johnny Wilkinson ’n’ I’m Rick Conroy,” the tough one spoke through a mouthful of cheeseburger. ‘Y’can call me Ricky.” As if afraid to speak, Johnny said, “I’m Johnny.”

    Caginess marked the release of other information. Charlie, who had eyes for little Johnny, carried on about landscape work and ate a bowl of chili. Zane’s eyes speculated that beneath his soiled surface, Ricky might be – and have – what it took to raise his ramrod again. He sipped lemonade and crunched a few potato chips, saying little himself. Insecurities bothered him.

    “Tell you what…” – Charlie oversaw all their trash being gathered for deposit in the proper receptacle – “…you fellows could use some cleaning up and a good rest. Want to go with us for the night, and we’ll see what develops in the morning?”

    The runaways figured Charlie and Zane were a couple. Wrong. Two different addresses meant separation, if only for the night. But no other offer had come their way, so it was go-with-the-flow.

    * * * *

    Well-showered, the Wilkinson boy possessed face and body so winsome Charlie could not believe his luck. “I give good massages. Ever had one?”

    Johnny had not. Charlie’s magic hands, slick with an aromatic oil, worked the boy to the point of accepting a finger in the back, then a second – no virgin he – and a hand kneading his balls and cock.

    Charlie may not have cut as striking a figure as Rev. Abraham Falconer back home nor possessed his suave way with words, but he would not be nearly as physically challenging. Johnny found Charlie’s erection to verify. Average. A relief. More his shrink’s size. Dr. Grigorios Apollyon had helped him through the trauma caused by his distraught mother when she found out what Falconer was doing to her fourteen-year-old.

    (Meet the devious Rev. Falconer in this story. )

    Johnny’s thoughts did not need to extend further to his other relationship, the one with Sheriff Rick. That one had been taken over by Ricky anyway. Without proverbial further ado, Johnny’s tender arms opened automatically to his host.

    Across town, Zane’s apathy daunted Ricky Conroy not one bit. The way he gave head could harden an octopus’ tentacles. Although Zane’s member was no match for that of his attacker’s mentor, Sheriff Rick Jackson, it touched the back of Ricky’s well-tempered throat and eventually responded to its post-uvulan ministrations.

    The boy’s strokes of Zane’s balls from his perineum forward did more than spark the man’s sex drive toward normalcy. Ricky knew his way around male genitalia. Months in a reformatory had perfected relaxation of muscle groups oral and anal. Sheriff Rick had toned them up for peak performance. Ricky had loved him but the Sheriff, who tried to reciprocate, could not return that love. Admitted he wanted no roommate with “googly eyes.”

    They parted.

    Ricky hit the road again, this time with the Wilkinson kid, a similar runaway.

    Before Zane might over-respond to the best blow-job of his life, Ricky pulled off and sat on what he had lubricated so thoroughly. Right down on it. Flung himself back, pulling Zane over him, crying, “Fuck me man. Fuck me like there’ll be no tomorrow. Give it to me!”

    Momentary heat called for clichés.

    He reached for the man’s head eager to kiss. And coordinated rectal squeezes of Zane’s tubularly ovoid cock each time it drew back. The dairy effect – as if the organ were a huge udder being milked – had Zane rutting with energy more feral than in years. Zane’s stride and something about the lack of friction in his anus told Ricky the man lacked full erection. What to do?

    Play with his ass.

    The wanton boy’s touches from the right and left there sent tingles. Insistence of touches – even tugging apart a sphincter untouched by others in decades – catapulted Zane into seeding Ricky Conroy with all he had.

    He loved being hammered. Wanted more. “Stay in me, old man. I need some more action.”

    Wrapped in pulsing rectal tissue and cradled in wet warmth of his creation, Zane, head spinning from the moments before, felt supreme contentment. What was the boy asking?

    Opening eyes looked into desire-wide eyes.

    “You got a dildo?”

    The boy – Ricky, was it? – wanted a dildo? Zane opened the nearest bedside drawer and pulled out a large one. Handed it over. Watched from his position above as Ricky – yes, he remembered it now – spat a wad on the end, smeared it around, spat again then – WHAT? – put it behind and began nudging Zane’s sensitized anus with its slick tip.

    In went the object. Smoothly.

    Zane’s eyes bugged at the dual sensation: Ricky pulsed his own ass on what it held while coursing the dildo in and back, roiling the man’s prostate. What had begun to shrink thickened and lengthened and commenced to fuck. This time, in motion as slow as a sports event replay.

    Ricky was going to complain – that is, until the logic of the dick’s travel from tip of its head’s flare to the hairy cushion of Zane’s pubes began to settle and lull him into a sense of security in the old man’s embrace. The dildo did for Zane what Zane was doing for Ricky, fucking wonderfully.

    Relaxation of all interior muscles soothed further. The sheriff-toughened passage became tenderized by gentle persuasion. On and on for many minutes of bliss. Then, without conscious will, the pace picked up. Libidos mustered glandular output. The two came in gasps. Collapsed.

    Compatibility of Johnny with Charlie and of Ricky with Zane you might think would result in long-term residency. True, for a few weeks, it did. Accommodations were fine. The men, accommodating. Both butts, too. Meals for four and sports events on television played well as expressions of companionable friendship. Idyllic really, except for the size of cock both boys longed to ream them – Sheriff Rick Jackson’s.

    Honest admissions netted a pair of bus tickets, some spending money, and friendly farewells from Charlie and Zane. They missed their creamy young fuck mates and reverted to living alone, Charlie continuously on the lookout. Zane smarted under the critique that his anatomy’s pride and its use lacked what a rangy teen required. Turned resentful. Insulated himself against future emotional disturbances. Reverted to art – reading about it.

    The real, late-life Zane was back.

    (For the incandescent backstory of Johnny & Ricky, read this story)

    * * * *

    Calendar pages came and went by the dozen.

    One day, out of the electronic ether, an e-mail arrived from F.E. Cooper asking whether Zane were writing, how he was, what he was doing. The text conveyed the information that Cooper was clearing his computer of thousands of old e-mails, found their correspondence, had been reminded of Zane’s intent, was curious whether he still read Ganymede’s frolicsome tales of men with boys, boldly asked whether he ever had ventured into ‘the tender trade,’ and – overall – made such an impudent nuisance of himself that the older guy, grumbling as he did so, responded.

    There followed a correspondence in which Zane – bit-by-byte, it was joked – found himself conned into revealing suppressed memories that reached back to his earliest years.

    “This is a trove,” Cooper asserted. “Let’s cobble them together for a posting – in order that curious readers may enjoy and, in other ways, possibly benefit from.”

    Feeling good about their long-wrought result, they crossed fingers that others might find favor.

    Any chance?


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