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Buster was the epitome of masculine perfection. He was nineteen years old and lived with his mother who was my neighbour. Maggie, his mother, was a buxom woman with whom I got along extremely well after I bought my house six months before. Maggie was a rough diamond who took no shit from anyone. If she did not have two sons and had formerly been in a relationship, I would have assumed she was a butch lesbian, which was not the case.

As our friendship blossomed, I came to know her history. She had involved a large ruffian named Buster Snr, who apart from being a mechanic, also indulged in MMA fighting. Buster Snr was never destined for greatness in this milieu but had a respectable record of wins and losses. Although he was a formidable grappler due to his wrestling skills, his boxing skills always let him down and he would often get KO’d in matches. Buster Snr was twenty years older than Maggie was, and had formerly been married. At this point, he was in his early sixties. I did see him on one occasion, because in recent times, he moved back to the area, and rekindled his lost relationship with her and their sons. He and Maggie had never married, her choice, but had always maintained a cordial relationship.  

As I got to know the family their past got revealed. I enjoyed my visits to their home. Maggie was not a drinker and seldom imbibed alcohol. She was, nevertheless, a bubbly person and great storyteller, a trait Buster Jnr had richly inherited. Her relationship with her son was somewhat strained because like his father, he often got pissed. After Buster Snr reignited their affiliation, He and Buster Jnr got on like a house on fire, and would often frequent the local pubs, and cause shit together. Like his dad, Buster Jnr loved fighting. This habit was a great source of irritation to Maggie, who had already had to deal with years of insubordination when Buster Jnr was at school. Buster Jnr was a shit magnet and always, in trouble during his scholastic years.

Peter, Maggie’s younger son was the antithesis of his older brother. Given his genes, he was going to be a big lad, which was apparent at the age of eight. He wasn’t a sissy, but the apple of his mother’s eye. This caused great resentment to Buster Jnr, who knew that Peter was their Mom’s favourite. It was clear during my visits to Maggie, that Buster Jnr bullied his far younger brother.

Peter was a lovely kid and had an affable nature. Early on, Peter took to popping in at my home. I knew that his main modus operandi was that I always had bowls of sweats all over my house. Given the fact that I was gay, I confidentially had a chat with Maggie about this habit, explaining that as everyone knew I was gay, the last thing I needed was the locals to start speculating that I was a paedophile. In her inimitable fashion, Maggie got the picture, and Peter’s visits ceased after that. 

Buster Jnr, however, had no such restriction, and would often pop by after an altercation with his mother. Just like Peter’s sweat predilection, Buster knew I had a well-stocked supply of alcohol, which he frequently abused.   

During Buster’s visits to my home like many straight men of limited vocabulary, Buster regaled me with countless stories of his antics. Buster’s gestures during these episodes were mesmerizing. He usually performed on his feet as he fervently gesticulated. Buster was a natural raconteur and regaled me with his history, which was concentrated around fights and sexual conquests. Buster was a misogynist and believed that women were there to fucked and dumped. He was a yob, but one of infinite masculine beauty. As I lustfully watched him, sexual fantasies abounded in my mind as I sat amused by his antics. His stories were laced with incredible humour, as his butch body swayed about, usually well-oiled by alcohol. Much as my stash of alcohol was getting depleted, I did not give a fuck.

One evening as he was bragging about his dick, I could not restrain myself from asking.

“Have e you ever showed your dick on; “Rate My Cock?”

“Huh?” Buster inarticulately responded.

“There is a site, buddy, where guys show off their knobs, and people rate them,” I quickly added.

“You’re kidding,” he retorted.

“No… Do you want me to show you?” I questioned.

“Okay,” he reticently countered.

After opening my computer, I quickly opened the site. I watched entranced as Buster studied all the cocks on display.

“Jesus… Some of these people have a lot of cheek. I would not submit my cock if I was so underprivileged,” Buster eventually muttered.

“Oh, really, do you reckon your dick is far better?” I rhetorically asked.

* * *

I must admit that I had an inkling that Buster was, well-endowed. On one of my visits to Maggie, she had alluded to this when she confidentially told me that Buster Jnr displayed the same potential after his birth, that she had come to know with Buster Snr during their relationship. Letting the cat out of the bag, Maggie mentioned that Buster Snr had the ‘dick of death.’ She further went on to say, that their relationship never blossomed because of this. Buster Snr was like a stud bull in the community, and all the women wanted to experience his gift. Amenable as he was, he never let the females down.

“Is Peter also Buster Snr’s child?”

“Yeah, on one of his infrequent visits during his rig days when he earned a lot of money, we rekindled our relationship. I wanted another child and stopped using the pill. Magically, Peter came along as a result. I must tell you that although Buster Snr was philanderer, he always sent me money for the boys,” Maggie concluded, before adding, “At least by not marrying him, I didn’t have to deal with the rest of the prick.  

* * *

I was dying to see Buster Jnr’s dick and decided to ‘go for broke.’

“Why don’t you submit your knob and see what response you get?” I challenged Buster.

“Really?” he asked incredulously.

“Sure, why not,” I affirmed.

“You just want to see my dick, dontcha?” he said with an impish grin.

“Whatever,” I replied trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“Okay,” he quickly countered, “Where do you want me to sit?”

My heart leapt with joy as I pointed to the comfy chair in my lounge. After getting there, Buster unceremoniously dropped his pants and underpants, before sitting down wide-legged.

“Should I also remove my t-shit?” he asked, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah,” I swiftly answered.

As I moved toward him, my jaw almost hit the floor. I had always thought that he was exquisite, but now my estimation reach immeasurable heights. Buster’s uncut cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was long, thick, and flawless. As if that wasn’t enough, the massive sausage was nestled in a nut-sack of voluminous splendour.

‘Oh, Christ, how am I going to get through this with attacking that crotch?’ I thought.

After kneeling and taking a few shots with my phone, I mischievously asked, “Do you want to submit a before and after picture?”

“What do you mean?” he quizzically asked.

“Soft and erect,” I casually answered.

“Yeah… Why not,” he calmly answered.

Without hesitation, Buster commenced toying with his dick. As it engorged with blood, it lengthened and impressively broadened. In the process, I couldn’t help noticing the top of the snout moistening as precum oozed onto the sheath of his foreskin.

“Sorry about that, but as you can see I never need lubrication,” he muttered, milking the precious liquid between his thumb and first finger, before smearing it onto his stomach.

By now, I was hysterical with lust, fantasizing about lapping up that heavenly nectar. With great restraint, I completed my task as he positioned his erect dick in various positions for the photoshoot.

After Buster had dressed, the rest of my task of submitting the selected picture went by in a flash.

“When do you think they’ll appear on the site?” he asked excitedly.

“Check tomorrow morning,” I suggested.

After a few more drinks, he left after asking me to WhatsApp all the pictures I had taken, to him.

That night, with my phone in hand, I abused my knob endlessly.

Two days later, Buster excitedly arrived at my home to brag about his success on ‘Rate My Cock.’ He was ecstatic about his rave reviews. After a drink or two, he departed.

Buster’s next visit, however, was more ‘traumatic.’ As he arrived at my home late, he had a bloody nose and his t-shirt covered with blood.

“Jesus… What happened?” I blurted with concern.

“My mother punch me in the face,” he snivelled between sniffs.

By now, I was ushering him into my home to assist with his dilemma. After seating him in my kitchen, I soon had a damp cloth over his nose as I went about cleaning the blood off his nose and jaw. In the process, I removed his t-shirt. With his head titled backwards, he masked his face with the cloth. As he sat there, I soon had his t-shirt in cold water and bleach in my sink.

As the bleeding stopped and all returned to normal, I finally asked, “What happened?”

“Peter… Ever since that little cunt was born, I have been the second rate in my mother’s eyes. He is a little shit-stirrer, and so I gave him a fat ear. Of course, my mother, as always, came to his defence and thumped me on the nose… So here I am,” he ruefully intoned.

“Has she done this before?” I disbelievingly inquired.

“Plenty,” he replied.

During our discussion, I ushered him through to my bathroom to clean him up. After removing his t-shirt, I used wet wipes to clean his face. As we exited the bathroom, Buster asked if he could lie on my bed because he had a headache. As he removed his sorts, I quickly retrieved a dark towel to place over the pillow in case of blood spillage.

“Would you like a drink?” I inquired.

“Yeah… A stiff one,” he answered.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I replied.

Once in the kitchen, I put his t-shirt in the basin and added bleach to the cold water. After a quick hand wash, I placed his t-shirt in the dryer.  

Next, I poured him a triple brandy before returning to the room. Lifting his torso, he slugged back the liquid instantly.

“Thanks, you are a real chum,” he replied, before lying back on the bed.

‘Fuck this,’ I thought to myself, ‘I am not giving up my bed.’ 

I was tired and stripped before getting on the bed, facing away from him. As I lay there the thoughts of what I just happened raced through my mind. As I was about to drift off to sleep, I felt his hand on my side. I did not get too excited, reckoning that he had merely placed it there in a state of drowsiness. As his hand progressed downward to my hips, however, I became very excited. Like a slithering snake, his hand kept up its progression, first fondling my backside before a finger commenced tantalizing my pucker.

‘Fuck! What is happening here?’ I thought to myself.  

As his finger started ploughing my hole, I was in ecstasy. I was not sure what I should do but gently moved fully onto my stomach.

When his hot breath assailed my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you,” every dream came true for me.

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, like a bitch in heat.

After his hand coerced me closer to the middle of the bed his frame, mounted me in a flash. As I felt his epic knob nestled in my crack, he said, “I am going to dry-fuck you, buddy, can you take it?”

“Yeah… I want to feel that cock of yours rip my arse to shreds,” I said with bravado.

“Good, I hate lube. It makes everything too slippery. I like the rasping feel of a tight pussy battling with my dry dick,” he affirmed.

“Well, fuck me,” confirmed.

The entry was agonizingly splendid, and I bit my pillow in response. The chaffing took me to an unimaginable state of pleasure as he grunted in triumph.  

“Take it you whore,” he commenced intoning, among a litany of other insults. “You’ve always wanted this cock.”

As I lay there bleating lustfully, his thrusting grew in intensity as he began bouncing on top of me. Buster was not a sprinter, and his machinations seemed never-ending. My arse was on fire when he finally unloaded into me.

When he finally rolled off me, I immediately began worshipping at his manhood in a subservient act of appreciation. After slurping at his dick and balls, I encouraged his legs upward before lapping at his pucker.

The sounds Buster now made were unearthly as he whimpered in ecstasy.

“Jesus, buddy, no one has ever done that to me before,” he gushed.

Taking a breather from my rimming, I said, “That because you straight boys are too stupid to realize your arses are an erogenous zone.”

After returning to his backside, I gave his pucker a hectic workover with my mouth. To my delight, his cock once more stiffened.

‘’Have you got anything left in the tank?’’ I mischievously inquired.

My bravado led to a night of endless and merciless fucking as he proved his manliness over and over again. It was heavenly!

Thereafter, all disputes with his mother resulted in stayovers at my home. Luckily, she wasn’t perturbed by this and even thanked me for being so kind to her son.

Like all the people on the ‘Rate My Cock’ site, I also raved about his dick. Out of a possible five stars, however, I gave him six stars.

My uncle Roger, my mum’s brother, was laid up in bed after hurting his back so I said that I’d go over to finish off some digging he’d started in the garden. When I got there I found that the digging had all been done but never the less I wanted to see my uncle as he was a favourite uncle of mine.

“Door is open” he shouted as I rang the front doorbell. “I’m in the bedroom, come on up”.

My aunt , his wife, was out on a day trip shopping with my mum so uncle and I were alone.

Now uncle Roger was a handsome guy, somebody I’d always wanted to be like. In his late fifties he was still a good looker and I’d hoped I at nineteen had inherited the same good looks.

“Come on in our Tom, thanks for coming but I got the digging sorted. An old mate of mine from the army came around and he worked it over for me”.

Uncle Roger was sitting up in bed, his pyjama jacket open to the waist, his hairy chest looking magnificent as usual.

“How are you uncle? Feeling any better?” I asked.

“Much!” he said “I can at least sit up now”.

I could not help notice the glossy pages of a magazine ticking out of the bed covers and obviously hidden from view quickly as I entered the bedroom. Some minutes into our conversation the same magazine slid from under the covers and onto the floor by my feet.

I bent down to pick it up and found it to be a gay porn magazine, the front cover depicting a huge cock being sucked by two fairly young guys.

“Sorry our Tom, guess I’ve been found out. Please don’t tell your aunt. She has no idea I’m Bi sexual”.

I flicked through the magazine my cock rising as I

encountered more and more fantastic gay photo’s.

Men fucking men, older men sucking on teen cocks, spunk shooting over faces and into greedy mouths. Threesomes and one photo with a guy being double fucked, his face a picture of absolute

bliss.

“Have you seen a magazine like that before Tom?”

I had to confess that I hadn’t.

“I’ve always wanted to though uncle”. I said.

Uncle Roger’s eyes widened and he smiled a lovely smile showing off his perfect teeth.

“Are you gay  Bi or straight then our Tom.?” he asked.

I told him that I wasn’t sure. What was sure was my cock was rigid now and throbbing.

“I’m feeling sexy Tom are you lad?” he asked., his hand slipping beneath the bed covers.

I could see that he was wanking and my heart started thumping with excitement.

“It doesn’t matter to me what sexuality you are Tom, sex is sex and that’s all there is to it”. he said.

“Do you want to see my big stiff cock lad?” he asked.

Before I could answer he had pulled the covers down to show off his handsome prick. It was jutting from his pyjama trousers, his hand clenched around it, the engorged knob already oozing pre cum.

“Do you know what I like to do to my cock? I like to make it work for it’s spunking. I like to smack it around the knob like this ” he said smacking his dick. “Get’s the blood flowing into it making it nice and hard” he said giving his knob another whack.

“Do you know how else I like to treat my prick? I like to put metal bands around it right at the base. You now those metal bands that have a screw adjustment at the side so that you can tighten it around your shaft”.

He opened his bedside draw and produced a metal ring that he was describing.

“Look just like this one. You just work it over your dick and right down to the base”.

I could see that it was already a tight fir without tightening the screw at the side. My uncle dipped into his bedside draw again and handed me a screw driver.

“Now then our Tom, give the ring a good tightening for me and see how stiff my cock gets”.

I took the screw drive and proceeded to tighten the screw as he held his cock. I watched the thin metal band cutting into his cock and stopped tightening the screw.

“Come on Tom, just a bit tighter. Screw it until pre cum seeps from my knob”

I continued screwing watching the meta band grip my uncles cock until glistening drops of pre cum ran from his knob..

“Do you like it Tom? Is it a nice stiff cock now isn’t it?” he said..

My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak but I managed a croaky ‘yes’.

“Do you want to touch it, stroke it, suck it for me?” asked.

My own dick was uncomfortably stiff and I could not believe what was happening,

I reached and felt his lovely stiff cock, it was warm and it throbbed in my hand.

“Just slip it into your hot mouth lad and slurp that juicy pre cum out of me lad”.

I leaned over and took half of the shat into my mouth and my uncle moaned with pleasure. My tongue licked at the knob tasting the pre cum as my hand felt for his balls.

I sucked his prick for some minutes , it was just mind blowing to think that had my uncles cock in my mouth a fact that had my own dick jumping.

“Why don’t you undress lad and get on the bed with me, we could have such a lot of fun together. Come on lad I’m longing to see your cock. Stop slurping on my dick for now or you’ll have me spurting a load of cum down your throat”.

I didn’t want to stop sucking his lovely stiff cock but I wanted to get undressed, wanted him to see me naked, see my cock.

I was pretty nervous undressing in front of him as his body was so nice and I’d no match where cocks were concerned. Anyway in the end I just stripped off letting my stiff cock jump into view when I too my pants down.

“Nice stiff dick lad” he said, licking his lips sexily.

I got onto the bed with him and he kicked the covers onto the floor.

“Want to make my stiff cock suffer some more lad?” he said “Look in the draw and get another meta ring out”.

The draw had at least another six metal rings so I selected one and my uncle told me to put it on his cock directly below his knob. Again it only just went over his bulbous cock head.

“Now tighten that fucking screw up and let the ring grip my cock hard lad”.

I started to screw the ring tight watching all the time as the thin metal closed tighter around his rigid shaft.

“Oh! Tom that feels so fucking good , screw it even tighter lad”.

Already his prick was rock hard but I turned the screw even tighter and pre cum oozed from his knob and ran down his rigid shaft.

“Fuck! My cock feels so incredible  with two rings on it squeezing it tight. Would you like to try a ring on your cock too lad?”

My dick jumped at the thought and without answering my uncle slid a ring down my prick to the base. It already felt pretty snug but when he began to tighten the screw on it I could feel the

pleasure and pain of the ring digging into me.

“D you want it a bit tighter lad?” he asked

Seeing how rock hard my cock was I told him that I did and so he turned the screw some more and my knob just looked amazingly swollen and suckable.

“Sit astride my chest Tom let me have a close look at that young cock” he said.

I stroked the hairs on his chest first before straddling him. My cock now was inches from his face and I knew he was going to suck on my prick.

Feeling his hot mouth closing around my ring stiff cock made it throb with lust. His tongue lolled haplessly around my knob, his hand gripped my shaft, another clutched my balls tight and he began to suck my cock ravenously.

Wow! I could not believe what was happening, my overly engorged prick was being sucked by my uncle!! The rigidness of my dick enhanced by the tight metal ring gripping it like a vice. In and out my cock went, my uncle’s hot mouth wet and sensual, my knob head tongue bashed and licked crazily.

I reached around for my uncle’s cock, it was standing so proud and stiff the two cock rings

tortuously tight. My fingers rolled around his big knob drawing out pre cum that glazed his dick to a shimmering globe .

My uncle’s fingers began to feel under my legs searching for my arsehole. I opened my thighs a little, pushing my cock further into his mouth and allowing his fingers to tease my tight little arsehole.

Gradually he pushed two fingers up me as he continued sucking on my prick.

I was so close to cumming but I didn’t want things to end so I pulled from his mouth and let him concentrate on my arse.

“Turn around Tom” he said “I want to get my tongue stuck into your arsehole”.

Excitedly I did as he asked and he prized my cheeks apart and rammed his tongue into my hole.

The feeling was awesome and I moaned with absolute pleasure. I moved down his body gripping his erect cock, my mouth open my tongue darting out to lick and wet his lovely knob. I just gobbled on his prick , metal ring and all and wallowed in the experience I was having.

His mouth was sucking on my arsehole, his tongue darting in and out and I was gnawing on his knob and squeezing more pre cum from his cock.

“I want to fuck you lad” he said suddenly but first I think we have to spunk off our loads”

The thought of my uncle fucking me was enough to make my cock jerk and shoot it’s spunk, an orgasm that attracted his mouth to my spurting prick. Here I was spurting my spunk into my uncle’s hot mouth, it was just so unbelievable. He was gobbling my load greedily, his hands working the sperm from me as his tongue savoured it.

“Now my turn” he said.

He pulled me up  so that I was laying with my head on the pillow and then he began to fuck my mouth.

His prick was knocking the back of my throat as he fucked in and out and my tongue was lathering it with saliva, my mouth dribbling with spit and pre cum.

“Here it comes lad, here it comes!” he said, holding his cock still. It was a thrill to feel the throb of his cock in my mouth and to feel the warm spunk white washing my mouth and throat. My uncle’s juicy sweet spunk kept on coming until I was dribbling sperm from my lips and swallowing cum like a slut.

Afterwards my uncle pulled me close to him, our bodies touching our spent cocks together.

“Kiss me lad, I want your spermy tongue in my mouth”. he said.

The kissing was so sensual and the taste of cum so

sweet we could not get enough.

We kissed for ages, our hands exploring one another’s bodies. His fingers delved into my bum hole again sending spasms of lust through me. I grabbed his hot butt cheeks and let my fingers slip into his warm hairy arse crack.

“I’ve got to fuck you Tom, I need to get my cock inside your hot hole”.

He had taken off the cock ring around his knob and his limp dick was beginning to rise again, the cock ring at the base of his prick squeezing tight.

“Roll onto your belly lad” he said “I want to eat your arsehole first”.

I did as he said and felt his tongue darting up and down my crack and then into my hole.

“I need it nice and wet and slippery Tom. A nice juicy hole to push my hard cock into”.

My dick was throbbing stiff my mind racing, my arsehole relishing the feel of a hot tongue as it wriggled inside me. My uncle pushed a pillow under my hips to raise my arse up then his face was between my cheeks again, his tongue driving into my hole and driving me cock crazy.

A few minutes of serious rimming had me longing for my uncle to penetrate me with his hot cock. Once I felt the hot tip of his knob against my hole I wanted the length up me and fucking.

His bedside draw was full of wondrous things and he produced a vibrating prostate massager. Greased up with a load of Vaseline he pushed the vibrator into my hole pressing the vibes against my young prostate and sending me into fucking orbit! With his tongue licking around my hole as well I was in raptures and begging for his cock.

He pushed the vibrator in and out, his tongue still licking around the rim of my hole as he did so. Fuck! He was making me wait.

Eventually he pulled the vibrator fro my arse, greased his cock up and then pushed his knob against my trembling arsehole.

A push and I felt his hot knob open me up two more pushes and half of his prick was throbbing hotly inside me. I pushed upwards, I needed the full length and as I pushed up he pushed down and his big stiff cock rammed into me up to his balls.

“Fuck me uncle” I begged “Fuck my tender arsehole wide open”.

He began to shaft me, his hips swinging back and forth with some determination. His cock felt awesome, the smell of the hot man a sexy blend of spice and spunk filled balls.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I yelled and he began to deep thrust his throbbing stiff inches into my hot twitching arse.

I was in gay fuck heaven, my sexuality confirmed.

He buried his face into my neck, kissing and nibbling at my ears and throat as he power fucked my arse open.

“Shoot your hot cum into me”  I squealed “Fill my randy fuck hole with your juicy sperm”.

My uncle was breathing heavily, the weight of his body on top of mine so hot and sexy, his mouth trying to reach mine as he slammed his prick up me. Our mouths met, our tongues mingled, saliva flowed as he continued to deep fuck my horny little arse. His hands gripped my cock and balls and I immediately shot my load, his fingers and palm sloppy wet with my spunk as it spurted from my uncontrollable cock.

He lifted his creamy fingers to my mouth and I began to suck on my cum. He was keen to taste my sperm and was soon licking at my mouth as he began to spurt his own spunk into my arse.

His cock jerked helplessly inside my fuck ragged hole, streams of sweet cum soaking my guts as his balls drained off.

The room was a hot rampant place smelling of cum, cock and drained balls. I was panting breathlessly, my cock still throbbing and stiff and oozing cum.

My uncle was quick to notice and finished me off with a fantastic gobble swallowing every last drop of cum he could suck from my balls.

How I had dreamed of having sex with my hot uncle Roger and now he was drawing the last sperms from my dick and my arsehole was full of his spunk. Wow! I had to have him again.

“Maybe next time” he said, his chin wet with my cum, “Maybe next time you’d like to fuck me?”

My cock twitched at the very thought!

The End by Prikz

Mark let out a content sigh, his hands behind his head, the granite walls of the Yuba River canyon in his line of sight, along with the blue sky, bright sun and a couple little fluffy clouds. Mark was in his happy space, laying out naked on a granite boulder on the river after a long swim in the secluded swimming hole in the Yuba River in the Sierra Nevada mountains in Northern California. His long, thick flaccid cock was lying against his thigh, and his six pack sparkled with the evaporating water.

Mark was a gym rat, and was in the peak of his form in his 30’s. With his chiseled jaw, dark brown hair, well defined pecs and a whopper of a penis, Mark was extremely popular with other gay men. But he didn’t necessarily love showing off his body–especially in nude beaches. Basically, he got too much attention, and would rather just have time to nap and read, rather than constantly have to politely decline invitations from other men to fuck in the bushes.

However, Mark was beginning to somewhat regret his decision to go to this private spot he’d never seen anyone else at, rather than some of the more public and cruisier spots of the river. His big balls were swollen with a three-day load, and his flaccid cock was perking and threatening to become engorged as he thought through his options for sex this evening.

Just as his cock was starting to engorge, Mark felt a shadow come over him. He turned his head and squinted–a beautiful 20-something blond guy, absolutely naked, was hopping down a boulder above him. Mark recognized this figure–he had seen him several times at various spots on the river, and had admired his impressively-sized cock and his perky ass.

The young man silently walked over to Mark and stood above him. The two stared at each other coyly and silently. The man stroked his long skinny cock, and Mark followed suit and stroked his thicker, bigger cock, which was quickly engorging. Taking this as his cue, the man walked around, crouched down and silently took Mark’s cock into his mouth.

Mark sighed in deep pleasure. There are good, run-of-the-mill blowjobs, and there are pretty good blowjobs. But then there are also those one-in-a-thousand blowjobs that just absolutely blow your mind. This was one of those rarest of blowjobs. This kid clearly was an expert at his craft. His head bobbed up and down noisily as he effortlessly brought the head of Mark’s cock down his windpipe and back up again, jerking the thick prick as it rode up and down his tongue and windpipe.

Mark could usually last a while, but he could feel that he was already about to shoot in this pretty stranger’s mouth. The blowjob was that exquisite.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, man.” It was the first thing Mark had said the whole encounter.

Mark had thought the boy would quicken his pace, eagerly awaiting the seed deposit down his throat like most anon cocksuckers. Instead, he pulled the cock out of his mouth and smiled. He walked over to Mark’s head and squatted, sitting right in Mark’s face. Suddenly, a tight, pink, fragrant hole was above Mark’s face. Mark eagerly brought his hands up to the surprisingly muscled ass, and gave the pink hole a lick. It tasted good. Mark grunted and started eagerly eating out this pussy. His cock was pulsing as he pushed his tongue deep into the boy’s hole.

The boy stood up after the brief rimming session, walked back two steps, squatted and grabbed Mark’s thick cut cock, and then swiftly sat on it.

Mark groaned as suddenly his massive member was enshrouded in this boy’s hot, tight hole. Just like his throat, this was one of those one-in-a-thousand boypussies that felt absolutely heavenly. Already sitting entirely on his cock–an impressive feat as most bottoms needed time before they could take all of Mark’s cock–the boy began riding up and down silently on Mark’s cock.

Mark was in ecstasy, and wanted to close his eyes and focus on not cumming immediately, but he also wanted to take advantage of having the first opportunity to get a real look at this lad up close. He was younger than he had thought–perhaps 20. He had long golden locks and piercing blue eyes. He smirked and bit his lip as he bounced up and down effortlessly on Mark, the boy’s own hard skinny cock bouncing up and down against the boy’s own washboard abs.

Mark brought his hand to the rock-hard youthful uncut cock, and jerked it ever so slightly. The boy let out a gasp, and a powerful spurt of thick white semen shot directly out of the youthful cock onto Mark’s face. As he processed this shocking but hot development, the boy’s hole squeezed and pulsed, causing Mark’s massive balls to pull up, preparing to dump a load in this boy’s hole.

Feeling the man’s cock further engorging, the boy forcefully bounced down on the cock, giving Mark an extra inch into his chute, and in fact pushing up through the boy’s second sphincter, into a further, hotter and tighter realm of the boy’s hole. Mark couldn’t hold out any longer, and he cried out as he seeded the youth, shooting powerful streams of sperm deep, deep inside his hole.

Still sitting on the rigid cock, the boy reached down to kiss Mark–usually not Mark’s thing–but Mark met the boy’s mouth and engaged in a passionate kiss, allowing the youth to lap up the cum off his face. The boy stood up off Mark’s prick, a string of semen leaking out of the boy’s hole, and grabbed his hand and pulled Mark to his feet too.

“Let’s get in,” the boy said, nodding to the crystal-clear river flowing through the granite canyon. It was the first thing the boy had said to Mark, and Mark was struck by how deep the boy’s voice was, given his somewhat twinkish appearance.

Mark nodded and followed the boy to the edge of the boulder, and the two dove into the emerald pool together, letting the waters of the Yuba wash away the semen off their chiseled body.

I have the best job in the world. The CEO of the company I work at is for is my mentor which is great because he’s a piranha in the business world. Rick Mendiola is a complete Alpha male. He’s in his early 40’s, six-four; dark, brooding Italian handsomeness, amazing, jacked up body. He has a supermodel wife and two handsome boys. He commands a room when he walks into it. It’d easy to see how he became so successful and climbed the corporate ladder so quickly. He’s a hard ass, domineering, driven, and tough but fair.

I was fresh out of college and had just finished my internship in his firm. I learned a lot from Rick while interning. I watched him dominate his rivals, crush the competition, and I lusted after his body. I didn’t work to closely with him, but I saw him on a daily basis at the corporate gym and in the office. He was always very nice to me and occasionally chatted me up about mundane things like my workouts, sports, teasing me from time to time about being so young. He liked me and I was hired on immediately after my internship. But then I was shocked when Rick asked me to work with him and be his executive assistant. I couldn’t say no.

We worked well together mainly because I just did what he said, and that made him happy. It helped that I was damn good at my job and could almost anticipate his needs before he did. I worshipped the man. He was the best mentor a guy could have.

One day Rick asked me if I wanted to workout with him before work in the mornings. Once again, I couldn’t say no. It made sense since I was a baseball jock in college and the only one in the office who keep up with him in the gym. We have similar builds, and although I am only 5’10, I could lift just as much as he could. He started asking me to hang out after work even though he had a family. He didn’t talk about them much and it seemed like he did everything he could to not spend time with them. He had box seats at all the sports venues and always asked me to join him. He even had box seats at the ballet, opera, and theaters. I wasn’t a huge fan of ballet or opera, but I wasn’t going to miss a chance to see the man dressed in a tux, and at least ballet had hot guys in tights.

Rick asked me one week to come out to his beach house for the weekend and I jumped at the chance. I was really starting to like him, first as a friend and second as an object of my affection. I could see myself falling in love with this man. We were so much alike and had the same goals and aspirations. We were spending so much time together, sometimes it felt like we were dating. It was just the two of us that weekend and we were having a great time doing things we both like to do, like jogging on the beach, drinking beer, taking out the Sea-Doos and just getting to know each other, getting more personal. We were shirtless most of the time which made the weekend even more interesting for me. The man was sculpted from granite. His whole body was smooth, either he waxed or shaved. His legs, chest, arms, everything were tan and smooth as glass. One thing that surprised me about him was that he wore a high cut speedo around the pool that overlooked the ocean. He didn’t strike as the type of uber-masculine, alpha male to wear a speedo. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, and he knew it. I suspected he knew I was into cock, but he never really said anything about it. After a while, I just gave up trying to hide my attraction for him.

We drank way too much that first night. By the second night we were flying high on booze and a little bit of pot. I was to the point where I was openly flirting with him. By late night, he was flirting back. There was an unspoken energy between us, but there was also that line that shouldn’t be crossed between a boss and his employee. Besides, what if I hit on him and he’s not into dudes and he fires me, I read him all wrong. That would suck.

All that changed when I woke up the next morning because my dick was hard as a rock and inside Rick’s mouth. Dude was going to town on me. I was shocked but at the same time immensely turned on. He was bobbing and slobbering all over my cock.

“Rick?” I asked between two gasps.

He looked up at me with his eyes which was the hottest thing, seeing his chocolate brown eyes staring at me at he sucked me off. It was very submissive to me, like his eyes were asking for permission to keep sucking. I thought about it, and I pushed his head down hard onto my cock. He looked up at me again but with what I thought was an angry look on his face. I quickly took my hands away from his head and I thought I pissed him off. He doesn’t seem like the type to let a dude force him down on his cock but then he also didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would even suck cock. But instead of him being pissed, he grabbed my hands and put them back on his head. I took that as a good sign, and I started to jam his head down onto my cock. He made sounds of enjoyment as I fucked his face with as much force as I could, and he seemed to love it the rougher I got. He was gagging and moaning but just kept going.

The next thing I knew, he came up off my cock, jumped up and straddled my wet cock and slowly lowered himself down on my bone. I couldn’t believe it was happening. This gorgeous 210-pound muscle stud was sitting on my cock. He closed his eyes, moaned, and just started bouncing up and down on my cock.

“Oh my God, Rick. Holy fuck!” I called out as he posted himself. His smooth, slick quads flexed with every inch he lifted himself up.

He just kept staring down at me with such an intense stare like he wasn’t going to stop until I was satisfied.

Dude was a natural bottom. I’ve fucked a lot of guys and I’ve been fucked by a lot of guys, but this was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. He looked down at me, a look of determination on his face. He didn’t say anything, just grunting and groaning. He became very docile. Every time I took control, he let me. He seemed to revel in it. This was not the man I spent almost every day with at work. He was acting like a slut. Those guys you see at gay clubs, they’re gorgeous, wearing tight clothes or next-to-nothing, showing off their bodies. Those were the slutty guys who fucked everyone, and everyone knew it.

I came inside of him, and he continued to sit on my cock, slowly swiveling his ass around on it.

“Rick,” I said simply.

He didn’t say anything. He just ran his hands all over my upper body. I could feel his hole clenching tight around my cock.

“Dude. What is all this?” I asked, hoping to get some kind of response.

He looked confused. “Don’t you like this?”

I laughed. “Hell, yeah, I like it.”

“Good. I want you to like it,” he said with genuine caring.

“Rick, you’re my boss and I just came in your ass.”

“I know. Isn’t it great?” he said, elated as he kept clenching my cock.

“I don’t know, is it?” I said back sarcastically.

He stopped. “Are you mad at me, Mason?”

The expression on my face must have been one of bewilderment. “God, no, Rick. Why the fuck would I be mad? You’re fucking riding my cock like a bitch.”

“And do you like that?”

“You riding my cock? Yeah, I do.”

“No, I mean me being a bitch.”

I was laying there looking up at a Greek god sitting on my dick and he was asking me if I liked him being a bitch. I mean, who wouldn’t? I was realizing that he had some serious issues with sex. He was one way at work, in public but, apparently, in bed, he was a fucking cock whore. It was as if he had a Clark Kent / Superman thing going on, except Clark Kent was a whore.

“Yeah, Rick.” His face lit up. Ok, I was really catching on. “Who wouldn’t want a bitch like you riding their cock. Big fucking muscle stud like you going down on me. You like being a dude’s bitch, Rick?”

I swear I saw him shiver. “God, yes. Fuck yes!”

I recoiled at his extreme response. “Damn, dude. Is that why you asked me here this weekend? You want to be my bitch?”

He nodded his head.

“Did you know I was into dudes all this time?”

He nodded his head again. “Uh huh. Takes one to know one,” he said cryptically.

“Yeah, guess you’re right.”

“I knew the first minute I saw you in the gym, you were the one. Something about the way you moved, your body is gorgeous, they way you stalk your prey.”

“I stalk my prey?” I asked confused.

“You may not know you do it, but you have this intense way about you. You become more focused, your eyes stare, your body flexes, you give off a predatory aura.”

I was perplexed. I didn’t now I did that. “Wow. I guess I need to pay attention more to my body when I’m cruising,” I said with a chuckle.

“You were the one I’ve been looking for.”

I felt like I hit the lottery. My muscle hunk boss was gay for me.

“I wish you would have told me earlier,” I said. “I could have been fucking you for the past year.”

“I had to make sure you were up for it.”

“Up for what?” I asked.

“Me.”

“You? What do you mean?”

He smiled. “I require a certain kind of man sexually. It’s the only thing I ask when getting involved sexually with another man. So far, you fit the bill.”

“And that is?” I asked.

“In time, Mason. I want to work into this slowly. I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into with me. This is who I am and who I am is a totally bitch in the sack. Take that meaning how you want but taking it literally is a good direction.”

“Ok, you are really serious about being another man’s pussy, aren’t you?”

“That’s all I want,” he whispered.

Who am I to question a Greek god sitting on my cock?

I fucked him in every position possible all day and into the next night. He could not get enough of my cock. I couldn’t believe how submissive he was during sex. He just wanted to be treated like shit and fucked like a whore. I came so much inside his ass I’m surprised he didn’t get pregnant. He was submissive and stayed that way all weekend. I just couldn’t believe this was the same man I thought was straight, alpha and a total ladies man.

When we returned to work on Monday, there was a new energy in our office. He seemed almost giddy, and everyone noticed. Everyone thought he must have gotten laid, or something really good happened over the weekend. He was more open and loose. We gave each other little glances at the morning meeting. I chuckled to myself watching the hunk in his tailored suit, strut around the board room with swagger, knowing 24-hours ago, he was riding my cock and begging me to get him pregnant.

All that week we would meet up for lunch in his office and I would fuck the shit out of him in his private bathroom. He was always business and professional outside his office and no one knew he was getting railed every afternoon by me inside his office. He asked me again to come out to his beach house for the weekend.

“Hey, Mason. You want to come to the beach again this weekend?”

I grinned up at him. “Of course, I do. You kidding me?”

“Great. Listen,” he said in a very low volume even though we were alone. “Are you open minded?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Why?”

“I uh, I kind of want to try some stuff with you,” he said shyly.

All I could think was he was going to be into something fucking disgusting like scat or something.

He smiled, reading my face. “It’s nothing like bad. I just want to try some stuff and if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.”

“Like what, Rick? Give me a hint. Role play?”

“I guess you could call it that. You’ll see. It’s just a little fun.”

I drove out Friday night after work. He left early and said he would be waiting. I racked my brain trying to think what it could be. Role play could be hot, I’ve done it before. Maybe he was into leather. Damn, I’d love to see him dressed head to toe in leather. Or rubber. Or latex. Rick dress head to toe in black latex would make me cum in my pants. I was hard just thinking about it.

I parked at his beach house and went inside.

“Rick? I’m here!” I called out.

“Upstairs in the master!”

Ok, he wanted to get straight to fucking. I’m game for that.

When I entered the bedroom, I was greeted with a site that was shocking beyond compare. Rick was standing next to the bed wearing an outfit I’d never seen a man wear before. His tall muscular body was sleek and sexy in a pair of thigh-high black fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, black lace garter belt with lace straps attached to his stockings, a black lacy panty. On top he wore a black lace, sleeveless, skintight matching sports bra type top. He had some how transformed himself into a real-life stud bitch. He is the only man I know who can wear heels and stockings and still make it look masculine. To have this fucking amazing, muscular, masculine man totally submitting to me, showing me how much he was willing to be used and owned was beyond anything I could have imagined.

My eyes bulged. I was frozen to the spot. I just took in his beauty and energy.

“What… oh my… wow,” I sputtered.

He had a sexy, sultry look on his chiseled face. “I couldn’t wait until you got here, Mason.”

I didn’t know if I should be freaked out or turned off. I mean, he was a fucking alpha male, a definition of masculinity and he was standing here in front of me in lingerie and looking sexy as fucking fuck!

“Rick. Is this…,” I nodded a gesture to his body. “…what you were talking about at the office? What you wanted to try with me?”

He ran his hand over his six-pack, his other hand tweaking his nipple through his lace top. “Uh huh. Do you like it?”

I swallowed hard. “Uh…”

He suddenly looked flustered. “If you don’t like it, I’ll change, and we can pretend this didn’t happen.”

“No, no, no! Rick, you’re sexy as fuck.” I stepped toward him. “Look at you. Fucking sexy stockings on those jacked quads.” I felt up his legs.

“I was hoping you would be ok with this,” he said quietly.

I knew now what he wanted from me. I got it. I liked it. “Oh, baby,” I said, laying it on thick, running my fingers through the curls on his forehead. “I’m so ok with this. Is this what you want? You really do want to be my bitch, huh?”

“Yes, Mason. I want to know what it feels like for a woman to be with a man.”

“But you don’t want to be a woman, right?” I asked, my nose moving along his stubbled cheek,

“No. But I want to be treated like one. Is that ok?”

“Yes, baby. Daddy will treat you like a good girl.”

I could tell he was elated, happier than he’d ever been. I had him on his back and those smooth fishnet covered legs up over my shoulders so fast he didn’t know what hit him. I fucked him for hours, never getting enough. I had a real man under my control, a powerful man who bent to my every whim. I could emasculate him, and he wanted it. I hadn’t been with a woman in years but now I remember what it was like except now I had the best of both worlds, the soft lacy femininity mixed with rock hard muscular masculinity.

We fucked our way though three outfits that weekend. We would go out for a beer, watching some football at the bar and he would lean over and tell me he was wearing pink lace panties under his form fitting jeans. Here he was, yelling obscenities at the refs on tv, chugging beers and talking smack, throwing his 210-pounds of muscle around the room, and then, three hours later he was dressed in stockings, heels and a corset, a little eye liner, on his back, legs spread getting his pussy filled with my cock. It couldn’t get any better then that.

A few months after our first weekend at the beach house, thanks to Rick I got a promotion to partner. I got an office next to Ricks with adjoining doors. I can go into his office any time he wanted a good fuck in his luxurious executive bathroom, and no one ever knew. Well, until someone did find out.

I hired a new intern in the office. His name was Brody and I only hired him because the kid was rock solid and gorgeous. I liked this part of the job, getting to hire who I wanted. Since I had a thing for cocky straight boys, he seemed the best choice. Brody was on a football scholarship at college. I wasted no time and made him my assistant the first day I saw him. The boy was 19 and had one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen on a kid his age. He worked out with me and Rick, occasionally, at the gym. I couldn’t get enough of his testosterone filled rampages that he took out on the weights during the work out. He was definitely a man’s man. He was loud, cocky and didn’t take shit from anyone. He exuded confidence and he reminded me so much of Rick. Well, when Rick wasn’t bent over in front of the mirror in stockings and crotchless panties getting my dick stuffed inside his muscular little pussy that is. Brody knew I was into dudes, and he didn’t have a problem with it at all. I wasn’t closeted or anything. I just didn’t give a shit who knew. In fact, it intrigued him because he said I didn’t “look or act gay” whatever that means. He said he would have never known. He may not be the best assistant, but he gets to work on time, gets his shit done and does what I ask. He’s a real go-getter, but a total opportunist and not qualified for this kind of company even if it was an internship. He was just too hot to turn down.

Everything changed one day a few months into his internship. Brody had become well known around the building and Rick seemed to like him even if the kid was kind of a dick. It was common for him to come into my office unannounced since he needed access to it to do his job. That day Brody came into my office to get a signature from me on some important documents. However, I was not in my office. It was noon and I was in Rick’s office, or more specifically, I was in Rick’s ass.

Brody saw that the adjoining door to Rick’s office was open a few inches. Obviously, in my haste to get over to Rick’s office for our afternoon fuck, I left the door ajar. Well, naturally Brody thought I was in Rick’s office and thought nothing about entering unannounced. The problem was that with all the loud grunting and moaning Rick was doing while I was pounding his pussy in his office bathroom, we were too distracted to hear him enter the office. Brody heard the noise, slowly pushed the bathroom door all the way open and couldn’t believe his eyes. There we were, pants down, Rick laying on his back on top of the vanity, legs over my shoulders and I was plowing that pussy into oblivion. The kicker was, and I can only imagine what Brody was thinking, was that Rick was wearing only a dress shirt and a pair of red fishnet stockings with red pumps.

Brody stopped dead in his tracks. “Whoa. Oh shit. So, sorry.”

Rick and I stopped because he scared the shit out of us. I pulled out and shuffled around trying to find my pants. Rick was so shocked he got down off the counter and grabbed a towel, holding it in front of his rock-hard dick.

“Brody!” I said. “Fuck. I uh… don’t know… fuck!” I was beside myself. I had no idea what to say. I mean, I was ok with being caught with a dude but not ok being caught with the boss, especially one who was married with kids, and certainly not a married boss wearing fishnet stockings and heels while getting nailed.

Brody turned around, scurried out and then back in to apologize. “I’m so sorry Mr. Mendiola.” He spun around, his back to us not quite knowing what to do before he turned to leave again.

“Brody!” I called out. We couldn’t let this situation end like this. I had to do some damage control. “Stop. Come back.” He hesitantly turned around. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s cool.” I reassured him nervously. “You just can’t say anything Brody. Please, you can’t tell any body.”

Rick was still standing against the wall, taller in his bright red heels, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling looking like he was about to be shot by a firing squad.

“No, Mr. Blake, I won’t. I swear,” Brody said to me.

“Good. Ok,” I said, a sigh of relief. Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I know it must be quite a shock for you to see two guys fucking.”

“Mr. Blake, Mason, I’m ok with seeing two dudes fucking,” he said laughing. “I’m not naïve. I’m in a frat for God sake. I’ve seen more than my fair share of guys doing all kinds of shit to each other. Hell, sometimes I watch.” He winked. “I’m just, well,” Brody looked at Rick with a confused and somewhat curious look. “he’s wearing lingerie. I just never would have guessed. I mean…” He trailed off but still not taking is eyes off Rick. Rick avoided eye contact with him. Obviously, embarrassed a subordinate other than me knew his secret.

I chuckled as I buttoned my shirt. “So, you’re not freaked out to see your boss fucking the CEO but you are freaked out because he’s wearing stockings?”

“And heels,” Brody added. “Well yeah. I guess I’ve never seen shit like that. It’s weird that’s all” Rick looked over at Brody with a scowl. Brody knew he offended the large man.

“Not a bad weird, Mr. Mendiola. It’s a good weird.” Brody said with a cocky smirk suddenly on his face, and he was down right staring at Rick. He thought Rick looked like he was carved out of marble. His skin was so smooth and tight that it made his muscles look like stone. Not bad for an old dude.

“I mean, it’s not weird at all.” Brody said to Rick. “Hell, if I were gay, I’d fuck you dressed like that too.” He still smirked almost like he was planning something.

I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t hold it in. Rick shot me a look that said, “What the fuck?”

“In fact, I’d almost fuck you anyway. Right now.” Brody winked at him. “You look kind of hot now that I get a long look at you.”

Rick raised an eyebrow while I stood there with my mouth open like an idiot.

“Well, Mr. Mendiola, you’re into what you’re into. I don’t judge and it’s none of my business. Besides, I live in a frat. You have no idea the kinky shit I’ve seen; threesomes, orgies, guy on guy, girl on girl, it’s all good. I don’t give a shit. You can trust me Mr. Mendiola. Your secret is safe with me.”

Rick sighed a sound of relief. “Well, I think I’m going to take a shower and get Mason’s load off my legs.” Rick took off his shirt, was facing away from us. His beautiful, sculpted ass was now exposed for our viewing. The tight fishnets highlighted every curve and muscle in his hamstrings and glutes, not to mention his carved calves. I looked over at Brody to see his reaction and I was a little surprised. Brody was really staring hard at Rick’s ass.

“Mr. Mendiola, wait.” Brody said. “I do have a few questions. If you don’t mind.”

“You want to know why?” Rick rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. I’m not sure how a dude like you, who looks like you, who is so alpha likes to get dressed in lady’s underwear and get fucked like a bitch?”

Rick smiled and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, a signal to him as if to say, “What the hell. Better you tell him than me.”

“Hmmm. Ok. Well, I guess…” Rick started to pull on a bathrobe that was hanging next to the shower when Brody stopped him.

“No. Don’t put the robe on.”

Rick froze and looked at Brody with a puzzled look. “Why not?” Rick asked.

Brody looked at me and held the look for a few seconds. I knew that look. That was the look of a dude who had his interests peaked. He was intrigued by this new exposure of sexual awareness. The look told me that he wanted to know more about Rick’s alter ego. The look also told me that he wasn’t going to let this go. His body language changed. He stood up straighter, his massive chest heaved, and his hands went to his hips giving him a stance of power. I nodded to him, which told him I knew what he was thinking and to go ahead. Suddenly, I wanted to see how far Brody could take this. And I wanted to see if I was going to get a chance to witness Brody with another guy.

“Because I like you like this.” Brody stated with a superior air.

Rick looked at me quizzically. Once again, I shrugged my shoulders.

“Uh…ok, Brody.” The look on Rick’s face was one of careful consideration. He was wondering what was going on.

“Like I said, I think it’s… sexy.” Brody said with a sly smile.

“Oh?” Rick replied with a feeling of excitement. What was going on?

“Yeah. You’ve got a hot body, Ricky,” Brody using a cute nickname made Rick flinch at the disrespect he felt from the kid. “I meant it when I said I would do you right now. You’re making me hot, Ricky. Maybe I’m not as straight as I thought I was,” he teased. “I bet you’re every gay man’s fucking wet dream. Tall, handsome, powerful, built like a fucking fitness model but secretly loves to get his pussy fucked by real men. It’s all a front, isn’t it?”

Rick stood perfectly still and very quietly replied, “yes.”

Brody moved a little closer. “I think I get it now. All day long you’re the boss. You have to be an asshole in order to get shit done. You’re in charge of a whole company and all the employees that work here. You have to be in control, and you need that control all day at work and at home with your family.

BUT you also need to lose that control. You need to be the one controlled. You need to be emasculated and dominated in order to relieve yourself of all the stress and responsibility of being everything to everyone, your wife. You want to be taken care of like you do for her. What’s it like to be her?

So, you hook up with a hot, masculine man who reminds you of yourself, what you pretend to be, because let’s face it, look at you, you would fuck yourself if you could. You slide on some women’s lingerie and that makes you feel feminine, vulnerable, you need protection, the only kind of protection that comes from being in the arms of a big, muscular, masculine man. All the stress and responsibility slide away. Am I right Rick?”

Rick was still standing there frozen. His eyes were watering, and shame was showing in his posture and his eyes. I myself was standing there frozen as well with my mouth wide open and a raging fucking boner. This kid was a fucking mind reader or something. Or maybe he has just been alpha for so long that he recognized the look in Rick’s eyes from time after time of fags wishing they could be with him.

Quietly again Rick answered, “yes.”

“Yes? Yes what?” Brody said in a deep sultry voice.

Rick stood up straight and you could see he was struggling with this kind of submissiveness. Brody was his kind of man. Rick was also his employer, and he didn’t want to give into a snot nosed, frat boy intern. Brody folded his arms over his chest and flexed his biceps. Rick studied the boy, studied his demeanor, his power stance, his masculine features, square jaw, and his whole athletic vibe. Rick couldn’t hold off. This was a real man, a man much younger than himself, a boy. This would be the ultimate release of control and it made him hard. It made him rock hard and it showed. His big cock was erect and trying to force it’s way through the tight stockings.

“Yes…Sir.”

Once again, my mouth fell open in disbelief. Holy shit. This was happening.

“Good girl,” Brody said with a wink.

When Rick heard that he almost came in his stockings. Good girl.

Brody started to circle the taller man, looking him over like he was about to buy him. “You know, I’ve got a lot of gay friends, most are frat brothers. We talk about gay shit all the time. Apparently, you guys give the best head AND your pussies area fucking TIGHT. Real tight I’d imagine. Now, I’ve had dudes blow me, I’m ok with that. It was pretty ok, but I bet a guy your age and experience has perfected it.” He looked at me and asked, “Right Mason?”

I nodded yes and my heart was racing. I kind of felt like I was betraying Rick, letting this fuck wad kid take advantage of him. I’m the one who has been taking care of him in the bedroom, the one who he chose to be himself with. But now, the situation was mind-blowingly hot.

“And Mason, I bet that hole is tight?”

I nodded with a cocky sneer. “Yeah man. Tightest I’ve ever had.”

Brody smiled and stepped up to Rick toe to toe.

“I bet it is. A hot dude like you, as much as you workout, has to have a vice-tight ass.”

Brody lifted his hand to Rick’s shoulder and with his index finger, traced softly and slowly the muscles in Rick’s arm.

“Damn. You’re so fucking smooth, babe. Rock hard muscle. Nice guns, girl.”

He then traced his finger up and down Rick’s 8-pack abs.

“What are you, babe? 6%? 5% body fat?”

In a whisper Rick answered, “5% body fat”

Brody smiled, “Nice.”

Brody ran his hand down one of Rick’s muscular thighs and then back up and squeezed Rick’s hard cock. Rick closed his eyes and gave a soft moan.

Brody smiled again. He was getting off on this so much. He felt a rush of power and a surge of blood going to his own cock. The power he was feeling was making him fucking hard.

Brody traced his finger up Rick’s abs to his chest. He palmed Rick’s right pec and squeezed, sending Rick into another bout of ecstasy. This was when I realized Brody’s cock was hard, tenting his dress pants. Brody leaned forward and pushed his cock against Rick’s. He traced his finger up Rick’s thick neck and around his jaw stopping at this cleft chin. Brody’s lips were centimeters from Rick’s.

With a hoarse whisper he looked into Rick’s eyes and said, “You want me baby? Huh? You want my cock in your pussy?’

Rick was shaking, “Yeah.” He whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Brody inched forward and slowly brushed his bottom lip against Rick’s, teasing him.

“Be my girl?”

Rick swallowed. “Yes Sir.”

Brody pressed his body to Rick, chest to chest. He reached around with both hands and grabbed onto Rick’s hard ass and squeezed.

“Mine.” Brody whispered and slowly kissed Rick’s soft lips.

Brody leaned his head back and looked into Rick’s eyes. He raised a hand up to the back of Rick’s head and ran his fingers through his thick, wavy dark hair.

“Mine.”

Brody pulled Rick’s head towards him and kissed Rick hard. Rick’s hands went up to Brody’s back and they grabbed each other tighter. Rick swallowed Brody’s tongue and they both began to moan and grunt as Brody slammed Rick up against the wall. Brody began thrusting his crotch into Rick’s and making him squeal.

I’m human, I had pulled out my cock and was yanking like my life depended on it. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I think I may have lost my fuck toy.

Brody pulled away from Rick and wiped his mouth off with his arm. He stared Rick down as he backed away. He turned to me and gave a slight grin.

“What? I’ve kissed a dude before. No big deal.”

I chuckled. “Brody, you’re a fucking stud. You’re a beast.”

Brody reached for me, grabbed my chin, and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I know boss man. I know.” He kissed me again. “You know, boss, you’re a hot guy too. You never know what might happen.” He winked and then turned back around.

“So, Ricky. I think I need to dump a load. Know of anywhere I can do that?”

Rick looked at Brody with lust. “In my pussy, Sir”

“In your pussy,” Brody repeated. “Good girl.”

Brody turned to me. “You can stay and watch, or you can go, your choice. Either way this bitch is getting bred.”

I smiled and went out to the office door and locked it. Then I took off my clothes, leaned on the counter and got ready to watch the show begin. Discreetly, I opened my phone and started to video. I sat the phone up on the counter, behind my shirt, facing the two studs and acted like it wasn’t there.

Brody undid his suit dress pants, let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them, leaving him standing in his dress shirt, nylon socks and brown leather shoes. He slid his tight boxer briefs down his muscular legs and stepped out of them too. God, he looked so sexy in his shoes and dress shirt.

He turned to his CEO and looked the hunk of muscle up and down. Brody had messed around with dudes in the past but not anything like this. He couldn’t believe he was about to dominate the fuck out of the CEO of the company. He had always admired the older man for his aggressive business tactics, his alpha presence, and, of course, the man’s prime muscular body. Brody respected a superior man who took pride in his body like he did. He felt a surge of power run through him, a surge of aggression, a surge of ultimate dominance.

“Alright, you hot bitch,” he growled to Rick. “So, fucking sexy in your sissy stockings, Ricky. Cute pumps by the way.”

Rick’s chest was heaving. By the look in his eyes, he was excited with anticipation for the fucking he was about to get from the muscular young intern. Rick had a thing for younger men. He loved nothing more than to be used by younger men.

Brody stepped up to him. “Come here, bitch. Kiss your daddy.” He pulled Rick down into a deep, rough kiss.

Rick moaned into Brody’s mouth while he felt the boy’s hard shoulders and ran his hands over his chest.

Suddenly, Brody spun him around and bent Rick over the vanity. Rick watched him lift up his shirt tale, holding it up under his chin while he aimed his hard cock at the tight smooth hole waiting in front of him.

Brody then looked into the mirror. “Look at me, cunt.” Rick looked up at him in the reflection. Brody’s face morphed into evil, and devious, with a sneer as he drove forward as hard as he could into the CEO’s ass.

The force pushed Rick forward, his forehead bumping the mirror in front of him before being pulled back. Rich grunted heavily when he bumped the mirror and then swore. “FUCK!”

Brody just snickered and went into a full-on onslaught of the older man’s ass. I sat and watched, stroking my aching hard cock. The sight of the tall, mountainous muscle man, his waxed smooth thighs encased in red fishnet stockings, balancing on 4-inch stiletto heels making his beautiful bubble ass stick out while a hot, young, muscular jock drilled him from behind. Brody was now holding onto Rick’s developed traps as he pulled back as he also pushed forward with his cock. Rick’s head thrown back, howling his pleasure, holding himself up on massive arms with triceps bulging.

Rick’s head flopped up and down. “Fuck, Brody, fuck me. Fuck ME!”

Brody bit his bottom lip, gleeful as he heard his CEO begging him to fuck him. “Fuck, yeah, Ricky. Sweet fucking cunt. Big muscle ass taking intern cock like a fucking office whore.”

Rick looked at me through the reflection. I was stroking and smirking at him, showing him right now he had no control, that he was for our use only. He had no power, and his subordinates were abusing his pussy. I nodded my head once, kind of a “I see you, sissy”. His teeth clenched, his body was being jerked back and forth.

“Fuck, Brody,” I said from the sidelines, watching Brody’s muscle ass flex and dimple. “Take him, dude. Own his pussy.”

“Fuck, Boss,” he said to me. “This faggot pussy is unbelievable. So tight, boss.”

“Don’t I know it,” I agreed.

Brady reached down and lifted one of Rick’s legs up and place his high heeled foot on the vanity. I could now see Brody’s cock plundering my boss’s hole. His ripped, perfect leg flexing under the stockings. Rick wrapped himself around his knee, hugging it tight as he took the cock from a different position.

Brody slapped the man on the ass, a smack emanating from the solid, hard muscle, making Rick clench his teeth and hiss. Then the kid grabbed a handful of Rick’s ultra thick, wavy, dark hair and pulled back. Rick’s handsome face pointed toward the ceiling. Brody pulled his hair as he pushed in. He leaned forward and turned Rick’s head to meet in a kiss. They kissed and made out, and then Brody licked the man’s ear.

I watched and was in awe of just how much abuse the older man could take from some guy half his age. It seemed a lot but then, he was built for it.

Brody let go of Rick’s head, grabbed his forearms, and pulled his arms behind his back and held on as he fucked. Brody looked over at me. “Hey, boss. Get over here and feed the man. We’ll get him from both ends.”

I rushed over to the rutting men and jammed my cock into my employer’s mouth which he swallowed happily. Rick was not only a tight fuck but a phenomenal cocksucker. I looked over to Brody who was staring at me, watching me feed my cock to our bitch. His eyes were intense, the eye contact laser focused. He reached over and stroked my chest and shoulder with his hand. He licked his lips.

“Fuck, boss. Your body is fucking sexy,” he said in almost a whisper. I smirked at him while I reveled in the mouth on my cock. I reached over and took Brody’s face and brought it towards me. For some reason he was a little reluctant but then thought different of it and crashed his lips to mine. We made out as the muscle man under us sucked, moaned, grunted, and squealed.

We released our kiss; I grabbed Rick’s head and fucked his face while Brody long-dicked his man-pussy. “Fuck, boss!” Brody said will panting. “Ricky is a fucking slut, bro.”

I grinned. “Yeah, who knew?”

“Now that I know, Ricky’s cunt is ground zero from now on for my cock. You hear that, Ricky? Your fucking sissy muscle cunt is going to get a lot of play from my cock.”

Rick spit out my cock and looked behind at Brody. “I’ll be your cunt, Brody. Fuck my sissy bitch ass when ever you want. I want to have your fucking baby, fucker!”

Rich closed his eyes and sighed with a huge smile. “Fuuuuck yes.”

My jaw had dropped. Hearing the big man tell a kid that he wants him to make him pregnant was hot as shit. I could tell that comment was what Brody wanted to hear and I could tell on his face that he was going to cum.

“Brody, cum with me, dude. Spit-roast breed this bitch!” I called out.

He nodded, grunted, and slammed in hard. At the same time, I did the same in Rick’s throat and we bred the masculine sissy at once from both ends. Rick made mumbling sounds from his throat, he sucked harder trying to get as much cum in his gut as he could. Brody’s body was in a state of frozen flex, slight convulsing as he flexed his ass that was pumping all his sperm into his new bitch.

I pulled out of Rick’s mouth and a long strand of drool and cum connected my cock to his lips. His eyes were red and watery. He started coughing hard. I stepped back against the wall, bent forward, resting my hands on my knees, my breathing labored from the exhaustive breathing.

Brody slid out of the smooth, tan ass and stepped back. Rick’s face clenched up as he felt the cock vacate his cunt. He then stumbled over to the vanity and leaned against it, resting his head against the mirror, panting hard. He looked like he was in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Oh god,” he murmured with a gravelly, hoarse voice. “Oh, God,” he repeated.

Brody chuckled and gave Rick a smack on the ass making Rick flinch again. “Damn, Mendiola,” he said, using the man’s last name like a gym buddy might say to his bro. “Your vag is my new favorite cum dump.”

Rick just looked at him in the mirror with a straight face, his chest heaving, still catching his breath. A look of shame came over his face as he looked himself straight in the eyes before looking down into the sink. He was sniffling, his eyes still wet.

I watched Rick in the mirror. I wasn’t sure what was going through his head, but it looked like he was embarrassed or ashamed or disgusted with himself. He glanced at me for a few seconds and then to Brody in the mirror then he shook his head. He turned on the water and splashed water on his face. He rested his hands on the vanity again, looking at himself in the mirror. He fixed a lock of hair that was out of place, primping his handsome face. He was standing up straight, his body worked over, the muscle pumped. He adjusted the top of his stockings making them straight as Brody and I watched the man who was our alpha leader clean himself up after being used by two guys half his age.

Brody snorted. “What’s wrong, Ricky? You put out like a good girl today. You should feel proud of yourself.”

“Proud?” Rick asked him with disgust on his face.

“Yeah, bro. You’re the hottest dude I know, and you just got spit roasted by two guys half your age, and you loved it. You’re tough bro. You took it hard.”

Rick shook his head.

“Rick,” I said. He looked at me. “You, ok?”

He thought for a second. “I just got cunted by two subordinates. How do you think I feel?”

“Does it make a difference? You were ok with me doing it. Brody is the only other one who knows,” I said. “I thought you’d like it.”

“You don’t get it. You two will never look at me the same way again. I don’t know if I like that.”

“Look, Rick. It’s all good. We won’t say anything, I promise to act like nothing happened,” Brody said with a fake smile.

Rick looked at him, deciding whether or not to believe the cocky opportunist. “On one condition,” Brody added.

Rick rolled his eyes. “There it is.” He shook his head. He’s been in business long enough to know this shit could happen. Nothing is free. Everything has its price. “What do you want, shit head.”

Brody smirked. “I’m not going to tell anyone or use your secret pussy against you. But I would like some concessions to make it worth my while.”

I looked at Rich who looked at me with anger on his face. I was actually shocked Brody was this much of a cock bite.

“After my internship is over, I want a permanent position, full bennies right away, stock options, my own office and access to you anytime I want.”

Rick looked at him with a crazed look. “You what? I can get you a job but I’m NOT giving you anything else.”

Brody shrugged his big shoulders and then he pulled on his briefs and then his pants. “All or nothing, cum breath. Don’t test me. I would hate for your wife to find out about your little faggot fetish.”

Rick looked at me again. I shrugged and looked unsure. “I think he’ll do it, Rick.” I looked at Brody and said, “He seems like a total fucking asshole.”

“Thanks, boss,” he said to me with a cocky smile.

“Fuck you, Brody,” I said giving him the finger. “I only hired you because you’re hot. You’re not qualified for this job.”

Brody looked at me with anger. “Fuck you, Mason. You dick.”

Rick chuckled.

“What are you laughing at, grown man, dressed in bitch stockings and heels getting fucked like a whore?” Brody spat out.

Rick observed the cocky frat boy. He thought the kid was beyond sexy and hot. He enjoyed the way he fucked, and he liked the verbal fuck talk. He thought about it and said to himself having two hot boys who didn’t mind he likes to wear sexy lingerie while getting fucked wouldn’t be too bad. In fact, if he could handle the duality of the whole situation, this may be a good thing.

Rick crossed his arms over his massive chest and looked down on Brody. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

I looked at him shocked. “What?”

Rick stared down the hot intern. “I said, fine. In public, you show me respect, don’t abuse my authority and in private you can do whatever you want to me.”

Brody stuck his hand out to shake. “It’s a deal, princess.”

Rick smiled and shook the kid’s hand. “You know, I’d really like to smack that cocky shit grin of you face.”

I laughed. “Me too.”

“But your pretty face is the only thing you have going for you. I wouldn’t want to mar up your best attribute,” Rick said with a sneer. “I like a guy with a hot face fucking me.”

Brody primped in the mirror before heading to the door. “Laugh it up, cunt. I mean, Mr. Mendiola, Sir.” Then as if a light switch was flipped, Brody’s demeanor changed. “Mr. Mendiola, I have those stats you wanted, and I bound them like you asked. I’ll leave them on your desk. Is they anything else you need, Sir?”

I looked at Rick while Rick stood silently, studying the boy. “No, Brody. That will be all. Thank you.”

Brody gave us a charming smile and left the room.

Rick grabbed his pants that were hanging on the wall. He kicked off his heels and stepped into the pants and slid them up.

“Are you really going to give him what he wants?” I asked with genuine concern.

He zipped up and buckled his belt. “Yes. If that’s what he wants.”

“Why? He’s such a dick.”

“Mason, I have a specific need that needs to be filled. You’ve been filling that need very nicely.”

“But?”

“But having two of you… one of you being “straight”…willing to allow me to dress up and get fucked like a bitch, that outweighs any chance of not having that need filled and possibly being exposed and not being able to do what we just did again. I can’t afford a divorce, and I have my kids to think about.”

“Ok. I’m good with it if you are.” I said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I thought you would be. You and Brody, not matter how much you hate him, you two have a connection. I felt it during that fuck. He got off on watching you and vice versa.”

“He’s hot as fuck but he’s not the kind of guy I want as a friend. Fuckbuddy is fine.”

Rick smiled showing his dazzling white teeth. “Are we still on for this weekend?”

“Hell, yeah. I’d never pass up a weekend screwing your tight ass,” I laughed.

“Good,” he said. “I did a little online shopping. I bought some great pieces I think you’ll like.”

“Yeah?”

“Shiny white satin stockings, white heels and a shiny white satin corset.”

My dick tingled. “You had me at shiny white satin stockings.”

“Thought so.”

I had last period gym class so it always emptied out quickly. Everyday I looked at the senior in gym class that had a locker next to mine. I would glance at his long cock as he changed. He had more hair around his cock and on his body than I did, and even when soft he was nearly as long as I was hard. He had caught me looking a few times but didn’t say anything. After catching me a few times I noticed he would always stand facing me; we were at the end of an aisle against the wall so no one was close by.

One day I noticed that he was getting hard as he stood facing me; I was sitting on the bench slightly facing him. As I watched his cock started thickening and lifting, getting longer as it filled with blood. It rose up a bit, not fully hard but filled with blood to thicken the head and shaft. I stared in awe before he pulled up his briefs. As he pulled on his pants I could see that he was fully erect, the hard shaft sticking up along the right side of his briefs. I was amazed by how big his cock was and that weekend when I jerked off, he was in my fantasies. I imagined he and I being the last ones in the locker room, both coming out of the shower late and finding the room empty.

I kept up my watching and fantasizing and it finally played out one day. I stayed late in the shower knowing my locker buddy was still there, hoping to catch a peek at his cock for my nightly jack off session. I kept checking him out as he showered, when he started to rinse, I quickly left so I would be at my locker when he walked up.

We were at our locker drying off; of course, I couldn’t help but look, but this time he caught me and responded. “You like looking at my dick?” he asked. “No, I didn’t,” I nervously responded. He responded, “Its ok, I have a big one and a lot of guys like to check it out.” “Really?” I responded. “Yea, and you should see it when it gets hard,” he followed. By then I was locked on to his cock, unable to look away, and as I stared it started to get bigger, filling out; he took it in his hand and stroked it as I watched until he was fully erect. His cock grew to a fat 7.5 inches long, with a huge, flared head. He was so close to me, especially now with his cock hard, and only inches away from my face. “Touch it, take it in your hand,” he moaned.

I did, without even thinking, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the shaft, the head stuck out a few inches from my fist; it was so big that my hand barely wrapped around it. “Yes,” he hissed, “Now stroke me.” My hand slid up and down the fat shaft, his shaft getting wider at the base with a huge flared head at the tip with a deep crown. “Oh yes, stroke me,” he groaned. My hand was wrapped around the fat shaft and I started pumping him just like I stroke my own cock, paying special attention to the head and underside of the head and shaft. His precum was oozing out onto my fingers and my hand spread it around the head and along his shaft lubricating the length of it; with my thumb I spread the precum around the slit making him moan and push into my hand. With my other hand I cupped his huge balls and fondled them as I kept stroking his cock. I was enjoying this, stroking another boy’s cock, making him hard, making him excited to be touched by another guy.

His big cock was pointed at my face, the fat head flared out and the piss slit filled with precum hanging from the tip. Without even thinking about it I leaned in and touched the tip with my tongue, tasting the dripping precum. It was sweet, thin, and not salty as I had heard. I licked the slit tasting more, pursing my lips I placed the tip between my lips and tongued the slit tasting and sucking his precum. I let him slip into my mouth and then swirled my tongue around the head. “Oh fuck,” I heard him moan, “Yes, take it in your mouth.” I opened my mouth and he pushed in as I leaned forward to take him, my mouth barely able to wrap around his fat cock head. I wrapped my lips around the head just behind the shaft and sucked him, just like I had read in magazines. My hand continued to stroke the long shaft as I sucked the head, each time pulling his delicious precum into my mouth. I was a freshman sucking off a senior in the school locker room; the chance of getting caught was high, but I didn’t care.

I bobbed short strokes with my mouth, taking him across my tongue; I was only able to get 3-4 inches in my mouth this first time. He kept pumping, holding my head as he fucked my mouth with short fast strokes. I felt his fat cock swell, the skin even tauter against my tongue, the tip flared even more, and then he groaned, a deep guttural groan and then my mouth was filled with his hot cum, shot after shot of sweet hot cum released into my mouth. I did my best to swallow all of it but being my first time some of it dripped from the corners of my mouth. He squirted a huge amount, 5-6 gushes of hot cum filled my mouth. I was stroking his cock like mad as he came, swallowing as much as I could until he finally stopped me, the sensitivity overwhelming his cock. Pulling out of my mouth he looked at me, cum running down over my chin, my mouth still open but much of his cum had been swallowed. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he said as he stood before me, his wet cock slowly shrinking, but still semi-erect.

That was when we heard our gym teacher, Coach Dean, clear his throat. Looking toward the end of the aisle, there he stood in his orange shorts and white shirt. I glanced at his crotch and noticed a huge bulge where his cock ran up the side. He was erect and it was a huge cock.

Still naked, 5’8” tall and 120 pounds, only some hair above my 5-inch cock, I slipped off the bench and walked over to stand in front of Coach Dean. I could make out the thick veined cock through his tight shorts and the head of his cock was huge. I’d never seen anyone fully dressed erect before and he was an incredible sight in his tight stretch nylon shorts. I reached down brazenly and slid my hand along his erection, squeezing the fat shaft and fingering the fat head; I undid the button on his shorts and yanked apart the zipper and watched as his pants fell to the floor. His cock jutted out along his tight blue briefs; he was thicker and longer than I’d imagined him being. I felt his finger circle one of my nipples and I moaned loudly and pressed against his hand.

His hand grasped my boy cock, stroking my stiff dripping cock, and rolling my balls around, I was gasping and clinging to him. He stroked my hard cock with his hand; running his fat fingers along the shaft, circling the tip, spread my leaking precum as I leaned against him with weakening knees.  He wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked; I could feel his tongue flicking my nipple and driving me mad with lust. I slid my hand into his briefs; finding his long thick shaft I slipped my hand around his hard shaft; I panted and moaned as my body trembled. I humped against his hand; he stroked my hard cock for a couple of minutes until he brought me to an intense orgasm, my cock jerked and cum spewed from the tip as he kept stroking my 5-inch cock. My sparsely covered brown haired crotch was soaked along with his hand as my cock released 5-6 massive shots. He kept sucking on my neck as I stroked his underwear encased cock; he groaned as I took him in my hand and pulled on his cock. I dropped down to my knees as I stroked his cock; I wanted to see it up close as I pumped him in my hand.

Coach Dean moaned as I slid down to my knees in front of him, my hand still in his underwear around his huge cock. I stroked his huge cock; I was actually playing with a man’s cock. I pulled his underwear down and off his cock. With my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, there were 5 inches of hard, fat cock and head sticking out from my fingers. I pumped the fat shaft, stroking the length as I explored. He was cut, but as I stroked him the skin covered part of his cock head; I pulled the skin back and I rubbed his leaking precum around the slick head with my thumb.

I pulled his briefs down to reveal his cock completely; it was 8.5 inches long, with a dark pinkish-purple head, brown pubic hair with huge balls dangling below. I kept pumping him as he leaned in toward me until it was near my mouth.  His cock was dripping from the pee hole and I wanted to taste it; I leaned towards him and licked around the head and then took the head into my mouth.

Coach Dean gasped as I sucked his hard cock; he pushed it deeper into my mouth as I kept sucking him, running my tongue around the head as he pumped my mouth in and out. I am sure I was an enticing sight to Coach Dean; a teenage boy, on his knees with his mouth wrapped around his huge 8.5-inch cock. I was naked and hard between his legs, moaning and groaning as I sucked intently on the head. I held his huge balls in my hand as I sucked his big cock. Pulling off I dropped down and tongued his ball sack; I sucked one into my mouth, it filled my mouth completely. I stroked the long shaft as I sucked one, and then the other huge nut. He smelled musky, but clean. I nuzzled his crotch enjoying the feel of his long cock against my face. With my hand stroking the long shaft I pulled it back down and dropped my mouth around the fat head. I tongued the foreskin, digging my tongue in to gather up his leaking precum, running my tongue around the fat purple head. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, but he could only get 4-5 inches in before I would start to gag. Each time he would pull out I would suck in hard eliciting a moan from him.

He was holding my head gently as he pumped into my wet mouth; I was making wet slurping noises as I sucked him, moaning at the taste and sensation of a man’s hard cock in my mouth. As he was looking down at me sucking him, I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as he pumped my mouth with his hard cock. “Oh son, I’m going to cum.” “Will you swallow it?” he moaned as my sucking increased on his hard cock, now swollen even thicker and harder from my sucking. Looking up again at him, he was looking at me with glassy eyes as he kept pumping my mouth. And then I felt his cock swell. He moaned out, “Oh, here it is, I’m cumming little man, swallow my load baby.” He was leaning against the locker to keep from falling as I pumped his hard on with my hand and mouth. When the first shot of cum hit my tongue, I swallowed it; wrapping my hand around the base he kept pumping as he unloaded shot after shot into my mouth. I kept pumping his cock and sucked the head as it shot thick salty cum into my mouth; I swallowed on each shot and would bob back down to deep-throat him as I tried to suck every drop from his balls. My second  blowjob that day and I was already a cum junkie.

“Oh Fuck that was incredible!” Coach Dean said and pulled away from me. I was really disappointed, I thought he was going to leave. But he didn’t; he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me to the floor on all fours. He pushed my knees apart. “Have you ever been fucked before?” he asked, his cock already pushing against my tight little asshole.

“No.” I said, scared and shaky as he pulled my hips hard back against him as he pushed the tip of his cock forcibly against my ass. I cried out in shock, I thought my ass could take his cock as I had used my mom’s dildo, found in the back of the closet, to play with before, but never anything as big as Coach Dean’s cock. He used the remnants of his cum to lube my tight ass, pushing hard he forced the fat head into my ass until my ass ring slipped past and encircled behind his cock head. I was in tears feeling his hard cock open me up, but I wanted him so badly that all I could do was moan.

“Oh son, your ass is so tight, my cock feels so good in you.” He pushed in stroking me 1-2 inches deeper with each thrust; within 30 seconds I felt his pubes against my ass. Though it still hurt I tried to relax and imagine what the scene looked like, me on my knees with this large man fucking me from behind. He started thrusting, taking 6-7-inch-long stabs at my ass. Soon he was slamming 8.5 inches of hard dick in and out of me and it was feeling good, so I started moving my hips back against him. My hips pushed back with every thrust. “Oh, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me boy. Tell me you like my cock boy” He said as he reached around and pulled on my cock while he slid his cock in and out of me. “Say it boy, tell me what you like!” He said and he rubbed my cock with one hand.

“Yes, I like your cock, I like it!” I moaned out loud and thought I was going to collapse.

“Tell me what you are, say it, tell me you’re mine boy, you’re mine boy aren’t you, you’re my little fuck slut aren’t you, you’re my little whore.” I didn’t know why, but this was turning me on, I felt my whole-body spasm and it felt so good. “I’m your whore!” I screamed as my asshole squeezed around his cock. He picked up speed and fucked me harder and faster, quickly making me orgasm, my hard cock squirting out across the floor as he pounded deep in my ass; and then he grunted and I felt him spurt his cum into my ass. He held my hips tightly as his cock surged and released shot after shot of hot cum deep in my bowels. He groaned as he ground deep in my ass; I could feel each pulse as he released in my tight ass. I gasped as he pulled out of me.

Well, I hope y’all weren’t holding your breath for this chapter! Sorry for the mega delay. I’ve struggled with direction and inspiration lately. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this next chapter in Dan and Tommy’s summer. ~Aiden

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Sleepless in his bed, Tommy continued to replay the conversation with Dan’s parents, how deflated Dan looked under his father’s heavy disapproval and how he instinctively defended the man he loved against the mountain known as Big Dan. The last of which swelled his heart against the empathy he felt for Dan. He hoped the older Dan would realize that his son’s sexuality changed nothing in the person he was. If anything, in Tommy’s opinion it made him better, a more whole man. 

He felt his nerves firing off in the wake of one conversation before the next one they’d have tonight. In Tommy’s heart, he believed that his parents would take it differently however after Big Dan, his brain shot off warnings that he struggled to shake. 

That mixing of his fears and frustration told Tommy that sleep was not going to come easily. So he was surprised when he opened his eyes to see dust particles floating in ribbons of sunlight streaming through the small gap in his curtains. The sound of dishes clanking downstairs must have aroused him from the slumber he didn’t expect. 

Kicking off his covers, Tommy fished around the floor at the side of his bed for the clothes he had kicked off before crawling under the heavy blue plaid comforter. He dressed himself and made his way down to the kitchen still sleep hazed. “Mornin Ma.” he grumbled. 

“Good morning sweetie.” Tommy’s mom, Dana had stopped whatever she was doing and turned to smile at her son. “Biscuits and gravy will be ready shortly.”

“Awesome!” The promise of breakfast made Tommy realize how hungry he actually was, nearly ravenous. After everything with Dan last night, he hadn’t even thought about eating. “Ma, you and dad still gonna be around tonight?”

He had told them a couple of days back that he wanted to talk with them about something. He told them it wasn’t bad, but he didn’t want to go into any details until there was time to do it right. Looking back, he hoped his parents had enough trust in him that they haven’t spent that time worrying that he was in some kind of trouble. They hadn’t acted like it. 

“Of course hunny.” She said, again flashing her morning smile.

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“Hey.” An obvious sadness floated through the speaker Egan Dan received Tommy’s call.

“Hey, how’d ya sleep?” Tommy knew that despite Dan’s answer, he wasn’t the only one struggled to find slumber.

“Barely.” Dan told him.

Tommy felt disheartened by two one word responses back to back. He couldn’t imagine what his boyfriend was going through.  Of the two people of the six billion that walked the earth that are supposed to love you unconditionally, Dan had just found out that at least half of those had conditions. Who Dan chose to love was the condition that his father took as the ultimate betrayal.

Tommy’s felt a growing nervousness starting to take him over. Will my dad be so disappointed? If he is, will he be so vocal about it? The voice in Tommy’s head kept getting louder. He made a conscious effort to put that somewhere to worry about later. For now, he decided that Dan needed to be his priority.

“Mom said that they’re still planning on being around this evening. Are you still up for it?” He asked, his voice soft.

“I don’t know.” Dan told him after an excruciating pause. “Dad doesn’t seem to be talking to me today. He was in his chair when I walked through. Tommy, he didn’t even look up!” His breathing was shallow and his voice trembled as Dan opened up causing Tommy’s heart to seize in his chest.

A deafening silence hung heavy between them in Tommy’s delayed response. “Baby, I’m so sorry!” His own voice betraying him, catching in his throat. “It’s not on you.” Trying to will Dan into understand. “And, he’ll come around. Your parents love you. They’re just supposed too.”

“Yeah?” Dan questioned. “Tell them that!”

Tommy wished he could reach through the phone, pull Dan into himself and just hold him, pet his soft dark hair and whisper him his ear that everything will work out. Even though he didn’t fully believe it himself. “Well if you want, we can tell my parents some other time, ya know…” silence again. “Let the dust settle a little bit?”

In the back of his mind, Tommy secretly hoped Dan would postpone this next conversation.  While talking to Dan, his fears multiplied like rabbits in his head. They were hopping around uncontrollably. 

Breaking the silence, “Nah, let’s get it over with. There’s no sense in going through this twice. If it’s bad.” Dan finally answered, his lack of faith in the parental units was on display. 

Tommy agreed. “Hey? Wanna hang out before?” He asked, hoping he would get time to comfort his guy before the next shit show started. 

“Sure.” Dan answered making Tommy smile just a little. “Let me get ready. I’ll text ya in a while.” 

“Awesome!  Hey?” Tommy paused. 

“Yeah?”

“I love you. Remember, we got this. No matter what!” Tommy put as much effort as he could muster to present a confidence in his voice. 

“I love you back.” Dan said, almost in a sigh. Then the phone beeped in Tommy’s ear. 

* * * *

“Meet me at the wall in half hour?” Dan’s text wrote. 

The wall referred to a concrete structure that was fabled to be part of an old pump house. It was some kind of flood protection thing that had long been gone. Only this small “U” shaped structure remained. The wall was also home to decades of spray paint graffiti. Some of which belonged to Tommy and Dan. 

The wall was where they swam and fished, snuck Dan’s dad’s booze and Playboys. The thought of sneaking girlie mags seemed absolutely alien to Tommy now, but a few years ago it seemed like the height of his teenage years. 

Tommy made his way down the tree lined streets, the sound of the waves rolling into shore grew louder as he got closer. He climbed the big man made land dyke that protected the residents and their homes when Lake Erie was raging and turned right. 

Just before the dyke ended he trailed left down towards the lake, through the overgrown cattails until he spotted the weather eroded concrete barrier affectionately dubbed ‘the wall’. Worn by the tireless crashing of Lake Erie’s fury, the corners and edges were worn and flaking off and the once level top was rounded off on the most exposed side. 

As overgrown as the path was and the trees around the wall, it was obvious that no one ever came down to the once popular beach. It’s sad how just a few months can really change the things around you. What was once a place buzzing with life, families picnicking by day or rowdy teens partying by night, was now a dried seaweed covered shoreline. 

Tommy had been there, pitching rocks into the waves for, he really didn’t know how long. Long enough to start to wonder if Dan was really coming when he heard shuffling along the secluded path. Although he knew it was likely Dan, his heart still raced with curiosity and watched on until Dan finally cleared the tall cattails. 

With his head hung low, Dan watched his feet as he closed the distance between them and found his spot next to Tommy. 

“I was starting to worry about you. Is everything ok?” Tommy inquired while reaching around Dan and pulling him in closer. 

Dan’s sadness enveloped Tommy as the two sat silent and motionless for a several minutes. There was a light tremble radiating from the man Tommy loved causing his own heart to ache. ‘I wish there was a way to fix all of this.’ kept circling in Tommy’s head, though he knew that was impossible in this moment. 

Finally breaking his silence, “It’s really just us against the world ain’t it?” Dan nearly whispered, sobbing into Tommy’s neck.

Petting Dan’s hair, Tommy tried to convince him that really wasn’t the case. “We have Sam on our side. And there’s Rowan and Tony when we get back to Ann Arbor.” 

“I don’t think we’re going to Ann Arbor Tommy”. Dan sulked. “My dad won’t speak to me. Do you really think he’s going to help his gay son get a place with his boyfriend?” his voice was heavy with the burden of disapproval. 

“I told you baby, we’ll figure this out together. I know it sucks right now. But we got this!” Tommy,  pulling back so he could look into Dan’s eyes. “Besides, I really think my mom and dad will be on our side.” trying to emote more confidence in that last statement than he honesty felt. 

* * * *

The dinner dishes were mostly empty and scattered around the kitchen table, the aroma of fried chicken still wafted around the room. The four of them, Dan, Tommy, Steve and Dana, Tommy’s mom and dad were talking over the finished dinner, well mostly the parental inn it’s were talking about the weather. The boys were pretending to follow along with the conversation while passing inconspicuous glances between each other. 

“So hunny,” Dana turned and focused on Tommy, her baby, “what did you want to talk about?”

Tommy get himself sink within himself and his vision narrowed. Almost like an out of body experience, Tommy felt and wished he could float away. Feeling his face heat up, he tried to steady his breathing. 

Hidden by the dark wood table, Tommy felt Dan’s knee make contact with his own as an attempt to offer comfort to his boyfriend, but it offered little comfort against the words he was trying to formulate. “Um, I… I ah”

“What is it son?” his dad interrupted, seeing the tempest churning him his boy. “I thought you weren’t in any kind of trouble?” 

Tommy could see the fear in his parent’s eyes while he floundered and stuttered his words. Opening his mouth to speak, his voice betrayed him yet again. It wasn’t until Dan reached up and put his hand on top of Tommy’s that the words started coming out. 

Still jargled, and so fast that his words ran together pauseless, Tommy spewed, “I’m gay I’m in love with Dan I’m so sorry!” As his words stopped, his tears started. 

He closed his eyes, he couldn’t make himself look at the same disappointment across this table as he witnessed last night with Dan’s parents. The silence only seemed to reinforce the fears he had built up in his mind. 

It didn’t happen when he felt Dan’s fingers lace around his own, it didn’t happen when he heard a chair slide back from the table. It wasn’t until he felt arms wrap around his shoulders that afforded him the courage to open his eyes. 

He knew they weren’t Dan’s arms holding him. Dan was still holding his hand… above the table. That could only mean one of his parents. Blinking though his tears, the first thing he saw was his mom still seated in her chair across the table from him with a comforting but sad expression on her face. 

“Dad?” Tommy whispered. 

“Son.” Steve whispered back. “What are you sorry for?” Tommy’s dad didn’t move, he held his embrace motionless around his son. 

Tommy let the question sink in while crying out to his mom through their shared eye contact. He sobbed “I don’t know dad? Being diff… being gay I guess.” 

“Sweetheart?” Dana started slow. Her voice was soft and reassuring. “We don’t care if you’re straight or gay. We care that you’re happy and safe.” Smiling, she turned to look at Dan, “We know you’re safe and” she tipped her head, “Dan’s been part of the family forever. I think he came with the house.”

Dan smiled, a warmth flooded his heart, moving up to his face and overflowed as tears, not from sadness but from happiness. He mouthed the word “Thank you.” because the sound caught in his throat. 

“Have you told your parents yet Dan?” Steve inquired of Dan, finally breaking from hugging his son and standing straight. 

With his smile fading, Dan didn’t speak again, he just nodded an affirmative. “It didn’t go well.” Tommy answered for him. “His mom tried to act ok with it, but his dad… not so much.” Tommy continued, this time squeezing Dan’s fingers between his. 

“I’m sorry son. I’m sure that’s got to be hard.” Steve replied trying to comfort both of the boys. “I’m proud of you both. It couldn’t have been easy trying to navigate all of this. But you guys did it.”

Still looking over towards Dan, “So, how did you two come to figure this out?” Tommy’s mom asked. “That you were bigger than friends?”

The boys took turns recounting the  G rated version of events starting with the camping trip, to their first lunch and Fred’s party all of the way through Dan coming out the previous night. Dana and Steve listened to their stories and asked some questions. But mostly, the parental units listened and supported the two boys. 

As they were closing in on the end of their adventure Dana chimed in, “Dan, you’ve been a part of this family for as long as I remember living here. That doesn’t change tonight.” 

“Or ever!” Tommy’s dad finished Dana’s sentence. 

At the end of their conversation, it was an embarrassing hug fest with long tight squeezes for both boys from both of Tommy’s parents and reassurances that Steve and Dana would be there for both of them if they ever needed anything or just to talk. Neither of the boys could wipe their smiles away. 

Later, in the driveway Tommy was leaned into Dan with Dan leaned against the front fender of his old Buick. They were locked in each other’s arms without the weight of secrecy on their shoulders. 

“That went well.” Tommy breathed out with relief. 

“It did. You’re parents are so much cooler than mine.” For now there was no sadness present in Dan’s words. 

“They’ll come around Dan. You’re amazing and they know it.” Tommy tried to sound convincing. “Give them time.” 

“We’ll see.” Dan said not sounding convinced about Tommy’s optimism. 

After walking Dan to the driver’s door of his car, they hugged again before Dan leaned in and connected his lips to Tommy’s for a small but loving little kiss. 

“I’ll text you when I get home baby.” Dan reassured Tommy.

“You better!” Tommy barked, still smiling. “I love you!”

“I love you back baby!” Dan answered, starting his car and waving as he backed out of his driveway.

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“PASS IT!! Mooch, I’m open, pass it!”

The little sweet ass fucker just appeared to refuse to do what I had pleaded him to. I was supposedly team captain, but apparently that counted for jack shit.

My God, I was wide open! And just because he had a grudge against me, because I was chosen as captain, he’ll full let the team lose just to spite me?

You bet your sweet ass he would. Today’s not the first time this has happened.

Finally, as we had almost reached the goalpost, it looked like he had probably decided to be less of a prick and squared the ball perfectly over to me.

“Daddy! Shoot the ball!” I could hear my boy, the love of my life, my ten year old best buddy in the whole world, my son Kieran, scream from the side lines along with numerous other supporters…literally begging me not to miss this golden opportunity to score.

Mooch’s pass was inch perfect, landing straight at my feet, but what I didn’t gamble on, was that the opposing team’s goalkeeper was going to come out and try to snatch the ball off me before I had even attempted any shot.

The big ass player he was, completely sliced my feet from underneath me, just as I got my left leg in position to kick, and the sheer velocity of his tackle completely caught me off my guard. I flew a fair few feet up in the air before making hard contact with the Astroturf we were playing on.

My ankle immediately told me that something was terribly, horribly wrong.

“Daddy!!!” I could hear from afar as darkness completely overtook me.

**

“Is he gonna be okay? Daddy!!”

I opened my eyes and immediately lifted my hands to shield my eyes against the bright torrent of light…I certainly wasn’t on the soccer field anymore.

As I got my bearings, I realized that someone had to have brought me to hospital. I looked to my left and saw my son crying to his mother as she attempted and tried her best to try and make him understand that I wasn’t dying, as he seemingly thought.

“Kieran…”

His eyes flew wide open and his neck almost caught whiplash as he turned himself around as my voice came back to life, and the sheer smile on his face as he saw that I was wide awake was almost worth all the pain I was feeling in my ankle.

Well, almost.

“Daddy, you’re alive!” he screamed in childlike innocence, my wife Candice just shaking her head and walking slowly towards us.

“Of course he’s okay, you little monster! Tell you what, go outside and buy Daddy a can of Coke from the vending machine. I’m sure he’s thirsty from everything that happened. Okay?”

Kieran nodded enthusiastically, grabbed the money from Candice and sped off outside to where the vending machine with all its goodies was situated.

Candice smiled at our son and then she turned towards me the moment he was out of earshot.

“Calvin…Calvin, when are you going to start manning up and stop being like this? Acting like a teenager with the word at his feet? You’re not at an age where you can just do what you want anymore! You could have seriously injured yourself today! And what was I supposed to say to Kieran, then? Daddy had a midlife crisis so he plays soccer to keep himself feeling young?”

I sighed.

I knew Candice wasn’t happy with me playing soccer in my free time. It was actually just a bunch of us at work that had formed a club over the years and we had in fact gotten pretty good for thirty-something men. I was the youngest in the team, at thirty years of age, and although I loved playing the beautiful game, I knew it was perhaps time to stop.

“I dunno, baby. I guess I should quit the team some time, but I’m not hurting anyone, am I? 

Kieran loves coming to our matches and I know you’ve always made time to…”

“…the only thing I’ve made time for is to watch our son when you’re playing! How are you gonna keep an eye on him when you’re on the field!”

Candice took out a tissue and blew her nose, before she looked me straight in the eye.

“I don’t wanna be difficult, Calvin, but I’m afraid you leave me no choice. Either quit being in this…desperate search for your gone youth and be a father to our son, or I’m seeing my lawyer. I don’t wanna tell our son one more time that Daddy can’t play with him because he got yet ANOTHER injury playing that disgusting and vulgar sport …”

“Now wait just a minute here, Candice, I’ve never had to do that! Kieran knows I’m there for him! And that I’ll always be! You can’t tell me this, it’s not true!”

Candice looked out the room door to see where Kieran was, and seeing that he was still waiting in line to purchase the Coke, she grabbed her handbag and swung it over her shoulder.

“I love you, Calvin. But you can be a real jerk sometimes…” she said as she left the room in a hurry.
I couldn’t contemplate my life without being on that soccer team right now.

It brought me so much joy, and so much stress relief from all the shenanigans at work…that was my two hours of sanity per week away from home life. Don’t get me wrong, I adored Kieran and I loved Candice with all my heart, but sometimes things just got too much…and a guy needed to be a amongst his own kind.

There was also only so many things you could talk about with your wife and kid…you needed that guy bonding time.

I didn’t have many guy friends as it was.

Only those from work really, and they only counted as soccer buddies and colleagues. Although still friends, technically, we weren’t the type who was going out for beers and such. Or even having dinner at each other’s homes. Like true friends do.

I saw Kieran grabbing the Coke can and wanting to come my way to give it to me but Candice shook her head and took the Coke from him, placing it inside her handbag.

Kieran looked crestfallen as anything. I closed my eyes…sometimes Candice had a type of mean streak in her which I really didn’t like. It worried me. I wasn’t as successful as her in my own job. 

Oh no. As an estate agent, I was lucky if I sold two houses per year.

Although my 10% total commission on each house sold was more than enough to last a few months at best, I wasn’t top of my profession like Candice was, being saleswoman of the year for two years running now…sigh. I wish sometimes she wasn’t so career driven. Maybe it was my fault, for not giving her everything I could have over the years …

Don’t judge me…I am gay.

**

Long story short, I dated Candice after college because I had this huge unrequited crush on her brother.

I fully convinced myself that I had serious feelings for Griffin, until he had gotten engaged at Candice’s birthday party.

We were always close, Griff and I. We went out partying, clubbing, we smoked pot and shot the shit more than I actually did with Candice.

I led myself to believe that something could in fact happen between Griff and me. I knew he was dating Michelle, but none of us, Candice included, thought for one minute that it was serious.
The announcement of the engagement hurt. It hurt bad. It was like his knife had pierced my back in half without him even realizing it. He did nothing wrong…he had met a girl and fell in love and asked her to marry him. I couldn’t be angry at him. I even hugged him tightly to me and wished him nothing but the best in his married life.

If only I had kept track of the number of beers I had consumed at that party, I wouldn’t have slept with Candice for the first time that night and she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant.

My own dad was a sell out, a total dead beat who didn’t care about anyone in the world apart from himself, never mind his kids…and there was no way I was gonna put my child in that kinda position.

Me and Candice, as well as Griff and Michelle ended up having a double wedding, and Kieran was born eight months later.

I haven’t looked back since. Griff and Michelle had moved away to Pretoria from Cape Town years ago…and although Kieran was my everything, I couldn’t help to wonder what my life would have been like if I had just had the guts to come out and be who I really was.

**

When a nurse had FINALLY checked on me and made me comfortable inside my bed, waiting for the result of my X-rays, I asked her how long will it be for the doctor to make an appearance, because my wife and young ten year old son was waiting outside for news for a long time now.
In typical arrogant fashion that most nurses had possessed in the rat race that was the medical profession these days, she told me, that there was a new doctor on call, one that started today and he’d get to me whenever he could.

I had to actually bite my lip to avoid saying something to her which could potentially have me up for a law suit. God. And for this I paid my taxes and my medical aid. Go figure.

A knock on the door startled the shit outta me.

“Mr White? Calvin?”

I saw the white overcoat first before he came into my full line of view.

My mouth was struggling to keep closed.

My eyes fully appreciated what they saw.

My God. Who ever said men can’t be described as “beautiful” was lying through their fucking teeth.

“Yes, I’m Calvin White…you are?”

The man gave me a friendly smile, which totally lit up his already damning handsome facial features, and also allowed the afternoon sunlight to sweep across his short black hair.

Well…at first sight…he could very well be either, skinny as hell, or skinny and muscled underneath all that medical attire. He looked down on his file and closed it up before once more, looking straight at me.

“I’m Doctor Conceicao and I have the results of your X-rays. Great to meet you. Today’s actually my first day…been crazy so far!”

Conceicao…weird last name. Latin or Mediterranean heritage perhaps?

It was only then, that I had a good enough look and noticed that his skin wasn’t exactly as Caucasian of colour as mine was, but a sort of meeting in the middle between white and brown. Not dark, not overly white skinned, just perfectly tanned.

My cock trembled underneath my soccer shorts.

“And? Will I lose my leg, or…?”

Excuse my feeble attempt at making a joke with a hot ass doctor I had just met.

Dr Conceicao smirked, and looked me over.

“Fraid not, Mr White. That ankle is going to have to rest for at least six weeks. You have quite a serious fracture and it needs time to heal. Tell me, are you a soccer player for one of the PSL (Premier Soccer League) teams? I personally support Kaizer Chiefs.”

Now, if there was one thing my wife detested more about soccer, it was sport all together.
She simply didn’t understand the dynamic of full grown men and women trying to outdo the other in a sportive competition. At least in business, she always said, you can see the result of your battles…where as in sports, you receive medals, and that’s it.

“No Doc, I’m part of a amateur soccer club I helped create. Just some of us guys at work, taking on teams from other realtor companies for fun and to get out of the house. Nothing major.”

The doctor nodded and pointed towards my ankle.

“I wouldn’t call that, nothing major, Mr White. You have a long and painful recovery ahead of you. Now, I’ve prescribed pain medication for up to six weeks, and if after that your ankle is not better, come and see me immediately. Okay?”

Damn, I’d fucking love to.

“I’ll organize a wheelchair for you, do you have someone who can come and pick you up?”
Candice and Kieran should still be waiting out front. I nodded and he seemed pleased.

Pity I’d probably never see him again after I leave the hospital. Such a shame. Being married to a woman does not make your gay feelings toward other men disappear. Not by a fucking long shot.

I sneakily glanced at my cock which was nearly bursting out of its seems inside my shorts. I crossed my legs just in time as Doctor Handsome himself re-entered my room and placed a state of the art wheelchair in front of me.

“Do I really have to get on this thing?” I sighed, never wanting to ever, EVER be inside one of these things and certainly not at age thirty, when us guys really started to miss our teenage years that was seemingly not so long ago. And yet…

Dr Conceicao smiled that brilliantly beautiful smile of his and pushed the wheelchair even more towards me.

“Get on, guy. I’ll even give you a free ride to the waiting room. No charge, guaranteed.”

Damn, I liked this guy.

Somehow I willed my dick to go down as he inch by mere inch helped me into said wheelchair. 

He even knelt down to help support my ankle and to keep it as elevated as much as possible in the chair, before he gently released it and stood behind me.

“Ready, Mr White?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Yo, Doc I was born ready,” I played along before he pushed me all the way to where, rather surprisingly, only my son was waiting for me amongst all the visitors.

“Kieran? Where’s Mommy?” I asked, looking around the waiting room as the Doctor completed his promised ride.

“She had to go to work. She said I should wait for you, and then maybe you’ll get us a cab,” Kieran said, his child, boyish eyes clearly admiring the cast on my ankle and the smart ass wheelchair I was sitting in.

I clenched my teeth, remembering that the doctor was behind me, and if I said something vicious about Candice, he would hear it…actually why was I so worried about what a guy thought whom I just met?

Weird much…

“It’s nearly five a clock, I can take you guys home, if you don’t mind, and if its not too far form here?”

Did he just say what I thought he said?

“Doctor, thanks a million, but we’re fine. We’ll just get a cab and…damn…”

Dr Conceicao smiled as he saw the penny drop inside my brain…how exactly was I gonna get inside a cab with crutches and complete with a wheelchair AND not to mention an ankle inside a cast AND with a ten year old boy all in tow…

“Tell me buddy, how far do you and your grump of a dad live from here?” he asked Kieran as he knelt down so he was face to face with my son.

“Not far, do you know where the primary school is? Its just across the street from there. I always walk to school in the morning by myself!” Kieran boasted, clearly wanting to show off his ten year old skills in front of the handsome doctor.

“Kieran…Doc…wait a second everything is going way too fast. Okay, I can’t call us a cab, but lemme try your mom at least. Doc, thanks and all, but it’s really not necessary…”

“Oh well, I suppose I tried. Go well, Mr White. Stay awesome, Kieran!” Conceicao said as he waved to my son, before placing his hand inside his overcoat and walking off.

“Daddy, why didn’t you want him to give us a lift home?” Kieran asked, his hands worryingly near the cast on my ankle.

“Buddy, we don’t know him, he’s a stranger! What have we taught you about talking to those kind of people? Come on, push me out and then I’ll call uncle Mooch or someone to come and fetch us. Slowly, Kieran!” I hissed as the little monster he was, grabbed the handlebars and tried to play F1 racing with my wheelchair…complete with me inside it.

**

“Mooch, come on! It’s not like I’m asking you for money, here? We’re stuck at the hospital and Candice is working. No…a cab won’t work, you dumb ass. Urgh, okay, I get it. Don’t ask me anything again, ever!”

I was tempted much to throw the phone onto the gravel concrete in sheer frustration.

How many times did I have to bail Mooch out at work and even in his personal life when he had his whores over after soccer matches when his wife was till at work.

I always, always covered for him and now he can’t do one thing for me in return?

A certain loud voice had me and Kieran look up in immediate recognition.

“Trouble?”

Doctor Handsome.

Otherwise known as Dario Conceicao, set on his nametag that he didn’t have on earlier.

I looked at my watch…fucking hell, we have we been here over an hour in trying to find someone to come and pick us up?

My son decided right then and there to betray his father’s pride…

“Daddy has called everyone and no one can help us!”

“Thanks, Kieran…” I said bluntly.

“Pleasure, Daddy.”

The little shit.

“Well, my offer still stands. Oh come on, Calvin White, are you THAT desperate that you’ll sleep here tonight with a little boy? Let me take you guys home. It’s literally no trouble!”

I gotta admit…he was making a VERY tempting case for himself here.

He was out of his white lab overcoat and he was wearing a dark blue buttoned shirt with white trousers to match. His name tag shone in the sunlight, along with his short, spiky hair and glimmering smile he had possessed.

At that moment, Kieran was looking at me with a feature on his face that resembled something between neediness and pleading…poor kid.

He had a hell of an afternoon at the match seeing his dad get injured and having to wait all on his own for me to eventually finish up, after Candice had left. I owed him, I guess.

“Okay. Okay! Doc, just help me inside your car, because god knows, my kid can’t handle my weight,” I hissed, finally giving up on taking his offer.

Dario, or should I day, Doctor Handsome, smiled his killer smile once more having gotten his way, and got behind the wheelchair and gently pushed it forward.

I had to admit, this was much better than the racing game that Kieran wanted to play with said wheelchair earlier.

As we finally got to his expensive looking BMW, he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I shuddered, and I knew he had to feel it too. I couldn’t help it…

All these years of having to suppress my feelings and my fantasies towards other men and now…the most sexiest man I had seen in a long time goes and gets all touchy feely…

“Leave it all to me,” Dario said, his smile ever lasting.

**

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we were home.

“Seriously though Calvin, how would you and Kieran have coped in getting you inside if you had ordered a cab? You could have damaged your ankle even more!” Dario said as he got out and grabbed the wheelchair from his boot.

“I dunno. I guess I didn’t wanna bother a guy I had just met with all of this,” I replied, as he successfully helped me in getting back into the chair.

“I know it’s my first day, but I’m happy I could help. Stuff like this is why I became a doctor,” he said, and I could see he was proud of himself. I could honestly listen to that voice all day.

As expected, Candice wasn’t home yet. Kieran unlocked the security gate and the front door, before sprinting inside as fast as his ten year old legs could carry him.

He had long complained of having to pee for about thirty minutes now. Guess he REALLY had to go.

“Beautiful home you have here,” Dario said as he parked my wheelchair inside our living-room.

That’s not all that beautiful in here…I thought but I rather kept quiet.

“This your wife?” he asked, looking at a photo of Candice and Kieran.

“Sure is. You probably saw her there, at the hospital, but like Kieran said, she had to go to work. 

Look, Doc, I can’t thank you enough for getting us safely home. I didn’t wanna burden you with…”
“…Calvin, please. I wanted to. I have a wife and a kid of my own, so I know how it must have felt being there alone with Kieran and no one to take you guys home. See it as my good deed for the day.”

Oh. That changes things.

“Uhm…so you’re married…and with kids?”

Dario turned to me and once more, those beautiful white teeth looked like they had been carved from solid ivory.

“Yep. Sure do. Been married twelve years now. My little boy, Ben, is the same age as Kieran.”

My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

“Doc, how old are you?”

“Turning thirty-three in two months, why?”

Holy fucking shit.

The guy looked about ten years YOUNGER than me when in reality it turns out he was a full three years OLDER.

“It’s just…you sure as hell don’t look thirty-three…” I tried to cover my astonishment.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?” Dario laughed before his phone rang. He reached for his pocket and answered it.

“Janey? I’m at a patient’s house. Yes, he’s on crutches, so I brought him home. I’ll be there soon. Give Ben a kiss? Bye, I love you,” he said before placing his phone back and kneeling before me.

“The wife. I better get home. Apparently there’s lasagna on the menu tonight,” he said, before placing his hand on my knee.

“You sure you and Kieran will be okay until your wife gets here? I can stay until she does, I’m more than happy to.”

Man…how badly I wanted to say yes.

But if there was anything I’ve discovered from today, and especially after meeting Doctor Dario Conceicao, aka Doctor Handsome, it was that I had to stay away and distance myself from men, and in particular, men who looked anything like him.

It wasn’t meant to be, with any man. I had a wife and a kid to think of. I loved Candice. I couldn’t just forget about that. I looked at him, straight in his turquoise coloured eyes, and slowly nodded.

“I’ll be fine, me. Made of strong stuff.”

Dario stood up and patted me on my back. Before I could say anything else, he handed me what looked like a business card.

“That’s my number at work. Call me if that ankle is not healing after six weeks, you hear? In your line of work, selling houses, you can’t be in a wheelchair for. I mean it, call me. Oh…I’ll just…”

He withdrew his card from my already numb fingers and wrote something at the back, before handing it back to me, yet again.

“That’s if you need some medical assistance out of work hours. That’s my…you know…personal number, at home. “

For the first time in some time, I was quite speechless.

Here was in all probability, a fucking hot guy, regardless of him being my doctor and he was actually telling me to phone him on his personal line.

A moment of silence filled the room before Kieran appeared from seemingly no where.

“Daddy what’s for dinner? I’m hungry!”

“And that’s my queue to leave. Take care, both of you,” Dario said with a final smile, before turning around, and with big strides, leaving the house as quick as he possibly could.

Was he feeling the sexual tension just like I was? I’d also wanted to get the fuck out of his home, if the roles has been reversed. Being that close to a man, after all these years, scared the living shit outta me.

**

Seven weeks had passed, since that fateful afternoon on which I had met the most gorgeous, most handsome, most everything man I had ever seen in my thirty years on this green earth.

And before you wonder and ask, no…I never phoned him.

There were times, make no mistake…especially in those incidents where Candice and I fought like cat and dog over trivial stuff like me buying Kieran unhealthy takeaways, or Candice coming home too late and Kieran refusing to sleep if she’s not home.

And on, and on, and on.

Those times I’d lock myself in our bedroom, as she would be at work and Kieran would be at school, and I’d take out the business card Dario gave me, and I’d just…call me crazy…stare at it.

What would I even say? Even if he answered?

I was so incredibly attracted to him, it was the joke of the decade. In this healing process of my ankle, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t at least once, thought about him.
In the end, I just didn’t face up to actually call him, and perhaps if I had, who knows what would have happened.

The dude was married with a kid, just like me. What were the chances he was into other men?

And even if he was what would be the odds that he was interested in ME personally?

All in all, I had literally too much to lose.

I have to admit that a couple of tomes when I was alone in the house, I would jerk off my rock hard seven inch cock thinking about Dario.

What he looked like with his shirt off…how big his penis was…how it would feel inside my mouth and even better, inside my virgin ass…

Call me crazy, but the loads I had shot and still do, to this day in thinking about him, seemed WAY bigger and much more potent than when I had sex with Candice.

And sadly…it was much more satisfying.

My ankle was all healed up, but I still made sure I took it easy when it came to actually walking.
I had a client at two who was interested in buying a newly renovated house just in the next street from where I lived, and I thanked my stars for that because I didn’t have to hurry anywhere.

I had everything ready for the potential clients to make them feel at home and even more, I looked forward to the potential commission I would be getting if I succeeded in selling this enormous place.

It came with a fire place, three bedrooms, a sauna and a pool. Not to mention a huge indoor barbeque and loads of space outside for any children they could potentially have.

I rubbed my hands together as the car pulled up outside. I was in the zone, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

A little boy of about Kieran’s age and a beautiful blond woman walked in after a few minutes, and gasped as they saw the inside with huge smiles on their faces.

Play your cards right, Calvin White…you might be making some serious money here …

“Afternoon! Calvin White, estate agent. Welcome! Feel free to look around and have some refreshments before I officially show you around,” I said in my most charming, most dashing attitude.

I knew I looked good. And smelled good. Not arrogant, when it’s the truth. Lol.

The woman smiled and held her hand out to me, keeping the boy on a leash in her other.

“It’s a beautiful place! My husband was so adamant we come and check it out. Oh by the way, my name is Janey. Janey Conceicao. And this little creep is our son, Ben!”

No.

Nuh uh.

It can’t be.

But then…how many people walked around here with THAT particular last name… ?

My suspicions was confirmed the moment out eyes met. For the first time in a sheer eight week wait.

“So hon, what do you think?” Janey asked as she grabbed her husband’s arm and continued to gush over their potential new home.

Her husband fleetingly smiled at her but it was feeble. His eyes was totally on me.

As handsome, as the day I had met him. Even more so, if possible.

“Calvin…” Dario whispered, in sheer disbelief.

“Hon? What…do you two know each other?” his wife asked, her eyes narrowing, by the second.

Devin looks out to sea thoughtfully and takes a sip of  bottled beer:

“Dude.  That wasn’t us”

He had called twenty minutes ago to meet at the Pier Bar, a hangout of our friendship group. He had known I didn’t want to talk about what had happened that morning but was insistent. 

“Then what, Dev?  Were we possessed?”

 “Must’ve been some horny-assed poltergeist” 

He’s smiling, sarcastically.  Its infectious, eases the tension.  We’re sitting on a sandbank looking across the beach to sea, lit only by the dying light and the warm glow of the string lights tangled around the pier. Meeting Devin was the right thing to do:  I’d hit a mental brick wall trying to understand what had happened. The immense pleasure I’d felt in that basement was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Trying to rationalise my actions and what had led up to what we did was frying every cell in my brain.

“Something made us do that Will.  I know it. I’m not gay, not even curious. If something made me act like that without my knowledge, my full consent….C’Mon, Harper, you’re the journalist, what happened to us in there?”

I try to piece it together like I would a story:

“There was these canisters in the refrigerated cabinet,  maybe when you knocked that junk over it released some sort of gas?”

“There was an open canister in the boxes that me and Scotty junked”  His eyes flashed with hope  “

“Let’s go back and get them, have them tested. Can we do that?”

“We cant both go back” I say, swigging a gulp of bud.

“Why?”  his eyes flash in recognition as he caught up. “Uggh yeah in case it happens again, in case we….”

“Let me go back and see what I can find” I wanted to.  I needed answers.

“Just be careful, bro.  I’ve got the worst feeling about all of this”

We both look out into the encroaching darkness.

The house looks like something from a horror film. The knots of vines that covered the exterior look like gnarled fingers holding the entire property in an otherworldly grasp. I turn-on a heavy duty torch as I get out of the car. The basement is as we left it. A faint glow comes from the frosted over windows of the refrigerated cabinet at the end of the room. I stuff the contents of a box of old papers into my rucksack and approach the cabinet. The cannisters are freezing in my hand. I place each of them into my bag. Then I hear it. Creaking. Footsteps.

I quietly run to the Metal table in the centre of the room and crouch, turning my torch off. The blackness fills with the buzz of radio chatter, static fuzz. I can hear my heart beat loudly in my ears. I’m paralysed with fear.

“That’s a negative, Sir. There was a car outside the house. It belongs to one of the house clearance team. Over” 

Was that the police? The feds? A smartphone torch illuminates the space on the other side of the workspace and a radio crackles:

“Kill anyone found on sight and dispose of the remains in the usual fashion. Any evidence of GD279? Over”

“Affirmative and no evidence of GD279, Sir. Over”

“Clean the entire area and return to base. Over”

“Cleaning process already initiated. Over”

The crackle stops.I don’t know what to do. I’m frozen. Flashes of faces in my anxiety. Mom, Dad….Scotty? I’m going to die here. That voice said ‘Kill anyone found on sight’. The feeling of dread was heavy, it weighted me but I had to move, free myself from this paralysis and run. I hear the suck of the seal of the refrigerator open and close. Footsteps start to tap from the end of the room and creak up the stairs. He hadn’t seen me!  Scotty had this stupidly immature habit of changing my ringtone to something cheesy without my knowledge. He’d done it since high-school. Dancing Queen by ABBA fills the darkness and echoes like a hymn in the steel walled basement. Amongst it I hear the click of a gun being loaded. Fast footsteps descend groaning stairs back into the basement. I skid out from my hiding place and make for the stairs. The Thunderous sound of a gunshot, splintering the wooden walls that lined the stairs booms behind me. The metal door was open. 

Fuck!

The entire downstairs of the house was bathed in the golden glow of fire. It had crept up the sprawling staircase, the ceiling, crackling, spluttering white-hot sparks. I can hear him racing up the stairs behind me as I make for the front door, when a burning mass of timber falls from the top of the house, blocking my path.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I turn around. I know I’ve run out of options. He’s about 6 ft 2. Earpiece. Shades. Black suit. He’s pointing his gun at my head. He fires without hesitation. 

An unknown force pushes me to the rotten carpet, landing on top of me as a bullet blasts the burning wood behind me.I turn to my right. A man in a black gas mask is sitting up next to me. Wearing only jeans, bare feet. The reflection of the flames are sweat splattered on his bare chest, his muscled body. He’s pointing a shotgun at Shades. He fires and his head blooms into this burst of claret amongst the intense orange radiance. As the shot hits my ears, as I see Shades, sans most of his head, fall to the floor. Gasmask looks at me, I can only see reflected fire in the spheres of glass:

“Lakeview” His voice is muffled, deep.

Wait. What? I hear cars approaching. Lots of cars. He takes my hand and we climb out of a window. The forest beyond is covered in bursts of sweeping torch lights, cars are skidding onto the driveway. I follow him though the forest. We run for an hour silently, barely resting. The hum of the helicopter that had started to circle the perimeter of the house now a distant buzz. I couldn’t run anymore. My legs buckle underneath me, my knees falling to the dirt. An old sign above me:

Lakeview Summer Camp

A collection of small buildings are barely visable beyond it. Gas mask grabs my shoulder:

“We’ve  got to keep moving”

It was a shithole before it was condemned. It had closed in the 70s. Rickety wooden shacks, a dilapidated jetty stretching into blackness. Jason Vorhees eat your heart out. We find the least ruined of the shacks, Gasmask breaks a padlock with a heavy slam of the stock of his shotgun. There’s a desk, two sets of bunks. A dirty mattress and litter on the floor. I pull some filthy bedding from one of the bunks and cover the window. Gasmask lights two half melted candles in empty beer bottles on the desk. I turn as he pulls the mask over his head.

“Scotty!”

I pull him into the deepest hug I’ve ever given anybody.

“You OK?” he asks

“Yeah. Yeah I think so. How’d you……?”

“I was digging this out from the cellar at home” He holds up his mask. 

Scotty’s Dad was a keen collector of WWII paraphernalia. A single tear dripples over his cheek, hangs from his chin but his voice is unbroken, his resolve strong:

“I heard gunshots upstairs. I think they killed Dad. Mom’s in the City but I think they got him. I grabbed my Dads gun and ran to your place but they were already there. I knew if I’d worked out that we’d been exposed to some sort of gas that you’d be five steps ahead. Will I couldn’t lose you too”

I realise I hadn’t let go of his hips from hugging him. His eyes are the coolest green. I’m lost in them, lost in the relief of seeing him. A charge passes between us.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Will. I know you wouldn’t have touched me through choice, I know you want better some than some booze-hound loser like me I just…”

I wipe a fresh tear from his face trying not to cry myself and lean in to kiss him. His tongue is hot and slow. It curls and folds into mine. His body is bruised, so I’m gentle. Were shaking with anticipation, nerves. I could feel in him the fear of rejection, Scotty had never been one to allow himself to be exposed or vulnerable. It was the same thing I felt around him for years; A need to tell him how I felt combined with a sense of dread that he wouldn’t feel the same. 

As the kiss deepens our guards fall. He’s grieving, were in this horrifying situation this should be the last thing on our minds but it feels so necessary; a need that can’t wait. We’re on the floor. It was intense, electric….fuck beyond electric it sizzled with a lust, an aged desire that had laid dormant for way too long, for both of us. Every time I had hated him, every time I had wanted him, longed for him leant this history to what was happening between us;  Hell, he’d held me together when my parents died, I’d burned with jealousy when he’d take off from a party with some dumb blonde, mourned the chance of us being anything other than friends, brothers and now….Now his eyes are deep in mine, his impatience in undressing me leads to him just ripping the buttons from my shirt before wrapping his sweaty hands in mine and pinning me to the wall. He leans in to my face, his sweet breath fills my open mouth 

“You sure?”

“I’m sure” 

We start to kiss. Soon his hot tongue is on my neck, his hands are everywhere, our rock hard boners pressing into each other through our clothes. I undo his belt as he grasps at the buttons on my shorts. I reach in and feel his dick through his pants, feel it throbbing as his jeans fall to the floor. I’d never been kissed with such focused lust, his kisses deep and increasingly urgent. His tounge is darting over my neck , my breastbone. When it reaches my nipples, when I feel it seductively slither and curl over them I wince in ecstasy:

“Mmmmm”

“You like that?”

“Mmmmm yeah” 

I slide his boxers over his clammy hips and take a pert cheek in each hand as they descend to his ankles. A million teen fantasies come true as I squish his tender rump into my palms, he pushes his ass into them, wanting more. I fall to my knees and take his cock in my hand, looking up into his eyes, and slowly extend my tongue to his helmet taking the slowest, sloppiest lick. Then after a second another. He tasted so good, hard and trembling on my tongue.

“Ohhhhh, Will, Yeaaahh”He was steel in my grip now, I took one final long-ass lick before I started to suck hands free. I was gentle at first, running my hands over his furry thighs, around his body to his smooth ass with each palm gently motioning his body into my mouth. We built a soft rhythm that began to become agressive, raw. Soon he was skull fucking me against the wall, balls deep as each ram pushed his oozing cock into my grateful mouth. He withdrew a little and let the tip rest on my lower lip, he took a hand and teased it across the surface, back and forth, letting me give tiny, darting licks as he did so. He gazes down at me.

“I wanted our first time, if we ever had a first time to be….”

“Our choice?”

“Yeah….our choice. I love you Will” 

“I love you too“ 

Something broke in me. I’d yearned for this for so long.I rise and run my hands over his ridiculous pecs, firm and bouncy under clammy palms. I lean into his mouth.

“Fuck me, Scotty” I say it into his deep-green eyes, his cherry- cola breath, feel him slide my pants over my boner so it rests, stickily on his: “I want you inside me” 

“Yeah, Baby?” He grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him. My hands are on his butt, running over his sweat slicked back. His are on my chest, toying, teasing my nipples then grabbing my ass pulling me into him. He’s untamed, completely lost in this weird burst of ecstasy we’d created in this mess. Suddenly he turns me against the wall, bending down behind me I feel the tip of his tongue squeeze between my cheeks before delicately resting on my hole.

“Mmmmmm, Scotty” 

He lets it slither deliberately as I groan and whimper before fiercely, without warning, pulling my cheeks apart and consuming me, he lets a firm tongue move in an out of me before just going crazy: With each slurp, each dive of his tongue I felt myself edge closer to bliss, thrusting my pert ass into his ravenous mouth.

“Ahhhhhhmmmm” He took a finally lick and used my hips as leverage to pull himself up behind me, I feel his dripping dick tease my ass, before sliding it into me.

“Ahhhhhhhhmmmmmm, Scotty” His hands leave my Hips. One glides to my chest, whilst another creeps over my abs, and through my public hair. He builds to a energetic pace in seconds, thrusting, slamming me into the decaying wall, his smooth nuts clapping my ass with each brutal pound.

“Feels sooo gooood to be in you, Will” his fingers start to grab and tug at my nipples as his other hand grabs my rigid cock, smearing globs of my pre-jizz into its tightening grip. 

“Mmmmm yeah fuck me….Mmmm.. ahh.. mmmmm. …ahhhm… ahhhhmm”

He’s like a mechanical toy, pounding me without pause or rest as I open wide and push back into him, again resting a palm on his ass to encourage him, seduce him deeper, harder into me as his hand replicates his pounding by roughly wanking my length to the same intense pattern.

“Ahhhh Ahhhh AHHHMMM Ohhh Scotty, Fuck Yeah mmmmm”

“Yeah Baby? Yeah?”

“Ahh Scotty I’m…I’m gonna cum”

“You want me to cum in you, baby?”

“I….I… wanna taste it Ahmmmmm Ohhhh”

His sticky hand starts to bring me to the most amazing climax. I rise my arms over me and reach back to grab the back of his head. My body feels like a part of his as his wet body grinds every inch of himself into me, I’m unsure of where my pleasure starts and his ends. I start to pant as I cum, the pleasure intensified by Scotty’s unrelenting, animal fucking, my fingers running through his hair. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

My load hits the wall, drools over his fingers. He slows, turns me back from the wall and I, again topple to my knees. His cock is possessed, twitching wildly and glistening in the candlelight. He places it onto my lip again and I prepare to suck him but a huge load of cum splodges into my mouth, flooding my tongue, trickling down my throat and dripping from its edges onto the floor. I look up into his beautiful eyes and tangle my tongue over his helmet. His hand is brushing my wet hair from my forehead, he’s looking at me, into me. 

“You like?”

“I mean…it was OK”

“Fuck you bro” He grins, pushing me to the mattress behind me and bouncing down alongside me, pulling me in for a deep, purposeful kiss.

“I fucking love you Scotty. I fucking loved you for so fucking long”

“I love you too and if you’ll have me we have a whole lifetime to do…. what we just did, but Will we’ve got to get out of town”

“Where?” I say glumly. 

He stands up and turns to answer me as I begin to pull on my jeans and T, grab my bag from the floor.

The first gunshot hit his upper chest, spitting a ream of deep red blood onto my face. I don’t see where the second hit. Just saw his muscular body spasm as it impacts, dropping him to the floor. With that the wall at the far end of the cabin explodes in a burst of orange before more shades start to advance to the flaming opening from outside. I run to Scotty and try to pull him up. A band of claret is seeping from his mouth.

“Go” He says quietly, locking eyes with me from the floor, gargling on blood.

“Oh my God, Scotty get the fuck up NOW” I know he couldn’t as I continued to pull.

“Go” he whispers again “Otherwise they kill both of us. I love you Will, now GO!!!!” My eyes flash in desperate panic.

“GO!!!!!!” He roars.

Before I turned and leapt through the window, before I look at Scotty for one final time I looked to the agents advancing toward the flames. The were flanked by two tall men in matching metal masks with these bizarre pointed appendages . I thought they were wearing high gloves and boots at first but their lower arms and legs were encased in individual strands of steel fixed together. They were completely naked aside from the steel plague type masks they wore, huge erect, dripping cocks convulsing and twitching in the glow of fire as they gained ground on us. 

Leaving Scotty was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but he was right; One of us had to try to escape this nightmare.

The woods were never ending.  By the time I reached the road my feet were bloodied, my spirit, my hope was all but gone. I just fall to my knees beside it, tears streaming over my dirt stained face. I hear the hum of a motor bike. Its them. I know it is and I don’t care. I’m tired of running. I just want Scotty. I know the distant explosions beyond the wood behind me were Lakeview being ‘cleansed’. I wondered if they’d just left Scotty there to burn as grief and exhaustion consume every fibre of me. 

I’d barely noticed that the bike had slowed to a halt beside me. Its driver was a man in jeans and a vest. Mid to late 50s, his lower face covered in thick silver stubble, an eye patch conceals his right eye: 

“Come with me if you want to live”

He reaches a leather gloved hand to me. It takes me a minute but eventually I find myself reaching back for it in the darkness.

At twenty I found myself living with just my dad as my mum had run off with another guy. Why she should choose to leave my rather handsome father was beyond me but I got on well with dad so the arrangement was fine by me. He was probably getting too old for mum in my opinion, as at fifty four he was ten years older than she was.

Anyway it was in late spring and I was back home a day early from a works meeting in the north of England. I let myself in and could immediately hear noises from upstairs. Now dad had retired from work early so I knew it was obviously him but with who else?

I crept upstairs very silently and could hear that the

noises were coming from dad’s bedroom and were quite audible as the door was ajar. I thought dad had probably got a new woman so was pretty shocked when I looked through the gap in the door.

On the bed naked and in a hot sixty nine were my dad and my grandpa! I couldn’t believe it my own dad and his dad in the hot throes of a sixty nine and making loads of sucking noise.

My cock just shot up stiff and pressed uncomfortably against my jeans as I watched them

enjoying each others big cocks.

My heart was thumping like a sledge hammer, my dick throbbing with excitement as I watched the action. I crept slowly into my own bedroom and found my binoculars, I wanted a close up of the action to really believe it.

Sneaking back quietly I looked through the binoculars, directing them to my grandpa who was on top. His mouth, framed by a silver moustache, was tightly closed over my dad’s rigidly stiff prick, whilst a hand was wanking the shaft up and down.

Grandpa’s tongue lolled around my dad’s hotly engorged knob to the sounds of serious slurping.

I moved the binoculars towards my dad who was underneath. He was swallowing my grandpa’s stiff cock taking it in and out of his mouth and pulling on grandpa’s balls. The sight was one of absolute gay cock lust and my prick needed to be wanked.

I took my cock out and slowly wanked my shaft back and forth. Pre cum was copiously running from my knob with sheer excitement and in my

lust for sex I dropped the binoculars onto the floor and trying to stop them falling fell into the room, cock out and re faced.

After their initial shock at seeing me standing there, dad and grandpa beckoned me over to them.

“It’s O.K. son” said dad “Nobody will find out about this”.

“Come on lad” said grandpa “Join us it will be fun especially with that big cock of yours”.

I moved to the bed, my dick had drooped somewhat but grandpa soon sorted that out by taking it into his wet hot mouth and sucking on it.

Dad wasn’t left out either, he began to slurp around my balls. I was so nervous but so fucking excited, even more so when dad and grandpa started to strip me off completely. Their dick remained stiff the whole time they were undressing me and I wanted to touch them but was too shy..

Once naked they moved me into a sixty nine position. I had access to both of their cocks and they were soon slurping on my cock and balls.

either side of my face was a stiff chunky cock  waiting for my hands and mouth.

I looked down to watch them pass my prick back and forth between their hot mouths. Then dad was on my cock and grandpa sucking my balls and then they swapped again. I picked u the courage to feel their rigid dicks and loved the throb of their cocks in my hands. Gradually my nerves disappeared and I licked at my dad’s fat knob and then my grandpa’s. Braver still I began to suck hard on dad’s dick and then grandpa’s wallowing in the taste and feel of cock in my mouth.

Moments later I was cramming both knobs into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them  soaking them with saliva. My dick was so hard and was loving the two mouth attention and feel of daddy hands on my balls.

Three generations of solid cock, all similar in length and width, all sensually sucked and licked.

“Shall we fuck him Trevor?” said grandpa to my dad.

“Sure” replied dad but first we’ll need to rim his tight little hole.

They told me to get on all fours which I did with some trepidation. Once positioned, grandpa began to lick down my arse crack from my spine and my dad licked up from my balls. Both tongues met at my tight arsehole, both tongues wriggled to get inside me and I was just moaning with sheer bliss.

I’d never had feelings like it before, my whole body

was enjoying the two tongues ravishing my arsehole. That and the fact the tongues belonged to my dad and grandpa made it all the more exciting.

Dad pulled my cheeks wide apart and both he and grandpa took turns sucking on my hole. I was in fucking raptures, I didn’t want the feelings to end  even though I was almost shooting my load in sheer excitement.

“He needs fucking” said Grandpa eventually. “I need my grandson’s hole gripping my cock”.

With a pillow pushed under my hips to raise my arse up I was ready for both of their randy stiff cocks. Grandpa was first, he lubed his dick and then fingered lube into my hole which felt pretty awesome. Then I felt the hot helmet of grandpa’s cock pressing against my arsehole ad I bit into the bed sheets awaiting his cock. A hard thrust and his hot prick just gored my fuck hole to his balls. I gasped and my dad held my hands tight to offer some assurance. Grandpa started to fuck me, his hands holding my bum cheeks, his balls slapping me, his cock shagging me deep. My hole felt like it was on fire as the cock rammed into me.

Dad offered me his cock to suck and I greedily took it into my mouth and started sucking it.

Spit roasted by my dad and grandpa and I was loving it even though it seemed pretty wrong.

My dad’s cock was throbbing in my mouth and pushing into the back of my throat. I relaxed my muscles and took the stiff prick down much to dad’s surprise. His moans were amazing almost as

loud as mine as grandpa continued to fuck my arse.

Grandpa had a lot of stamina for an old guy and his merciless fucking opened up my arse ready for my dad’s big prick.

Dad wanted me on my back, he wanted to see my face as he fucked me so after some hefty fucking from my grandpa, my dad wanted a turn. Grandpa had not cum yet but was gracious enough to let my dad take a turn at ramming my arse. My hole was gaping open after grandpa pulled out, a dark sexy

hairy hole now lusting for more cock.

“Fuck me hard dad , give me your hot dick” I said rolling onto my back and pulling the pillow back under my hips.

“Hey! Look at that lovely gaping hole son, I can’t wait to get stuck inside it”.

“I know” I said “This is so wrong but I want your cock dad, I want it ball deep inside me and fucking my brains out”.

Grandpa steadied my legs, his lob of a cock now in my hand and throbbing for another fuck of my hole.

Dad pushed into me, my hot twitching arsehole closing around his throbbing shaft as he gave me a ball deep thrust. I hollered loudly but immediately settled into the fuck, taking my dad’s prick like a man.

“His hole is good isn’t it?” said grandpa “Nice and hot and cock hungry”.

Dad was grunting, his balls slapping against me his beautiful brown eyes twinkling as he shafted me.

I pulled him down to me and he kissed me on the lips his tongue darting into my warm mouth. The sensuality was immense being kissed, being fucked and wanking a thick cock at the same time.

I held my dad’s hot arse cheeks pulling him into me, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of my own in an effort to get every fucking inch of cock inside me.

“He’s liking your cock. he likes older cock don’t you lad? asked grandpa, fucking his dick into my hand.

“Oh! Yes!” I replied, in between tongue wrestling with my dad. I love older cock, especially daddy cock and grandpa cock.”.

“Your a good son” said my dad “You know what your dad wants and what your grandpa wants. It can’t be wrong when it feels so good can it?”

He began to fuck faster and was close to creaming but grandpa wanted my hole again.

“Why don’t you both get your cocks inside me at the same time” I said. “I’m sure I can take two  up me”.

They didn’t need convincing, dad rolled with me so that he was underneath, his cock still wedged tight up my hole. Grandpa got on top and began to feed his thick dick into me as well. I was moaning like crazy as both dicks managed to get inside my hot twitchy arse.

“Oh! Fuck! It feels good, so good” I said. I was now in a hot body sandwich, my ragged arsehole opening up for both pricks.

“Oh! My!” said grandpa “This is incredible”.

“Fuck yes!” echoed dad as they began to double fuck me.

I clung to my grandpa and dad grabbed my cock as they shared my randy hole.

The pressure on my young prostate was just too much and I began to spurt a load of spunk up my belly. Grandpa felt the wet stickiness of my cum and began to shoot his own load into my hole.

My cock packed hole was squeezing both cocks spasmodically as I reached orgasm, spasms that prompted dad to spurt his load as well. My hole squelched with spunk as both cocks continued to move in and out draining off their juicy ball loads.

The three of us collapsed in a heap, balls drained.

I thought that was the end of the session but dad and grandpa wanted more of me and I certainly wanted more f them.

Feeling their tongues licking at my spent cock and sticky belly I realized what a lucky lad I was.

“We have to fuck him again” said grandpa.

“Yes” replied my dad “Just give us time to reload our balls”.

I rolled over onto the pillow, my arse raised up. ready for their cocks.

In the last chapter, Nizam had discovered his ex-boyfriend Doug, and his cousin Naveed fucking next door to his flat and promptly fainted. And upon waking up, he watched in disbelief, as they fucked and sucked each other right in front of his face. He finally learnt that Nav his close younger sibling, had been having an affair with his ex for absolutely ages, which was the ultimate betrayal.

Now his asshole conniving ‘shit for brains’ cousin and his ex-boyfriend, had departed from the sitting room area, leaving Nizam on the sofa shaking in shock as tears streamed down his face. They were soaking his beard and splashing down onto his t shirt and shorts. He wanted to scream and shout, as he watched his bastard cousin leading his ex-boyfriend in Doug’s bedroom, unable to stop him from doing so.

From where he sat Nizam could see everything that was happening within the bedroom and he was unaware that much earlier, Naveed had set up his mobile, so it could record all of the drama in both rooms. He was longing to see Nizam reaction when all this was over. Now though, he was busy in the bedroom applying lube to Doug’s sweaty hairy asshole.

Making the older white man, hook his arms behind his knees, he said in loud voice “ready?” To which Doug replied “Yes Naveed love” and he inserted his 11 inch prick, which was rock hard into the man’s gripping slack anus and started making love to him missionary style, slow and steady like .

This was just like when Nizam discovered them much earlier, upon entering the flat and soon they were sweating and slipping all over each other. Naveed ensured that he was making loads of noise putting on show, kissing his man his rival cousins ex with an open hunger, whilst shouting obscenities and daring Nizam to “come watch me take your man’s ass pussy, cuss.2

“You dumb fuck twat. Just watch me owning him with my 2 extra inches, as you know now that I am significantly bigger than you in all areas cousin dick head dumb fuck!” 

“Yeah especially on my big dick cuzz, which has been so busy, cunting out your old man’s succulent ass man pussy!”

Nizam felt himself automatically standing up and moving nearer to the bedroom. He felt compelled to  watch them, even though it cut him to the quick, just as it had done to his Doug, as he watched him shagging with the 4 blokes in the video. Jaheim, Javaun, Malique, and Andro-Olowu.

And they were, as Doug stated ‘Big Dick Fucks.”

Doug certainly got that right re his statement “Yeah they were hung like with all of their 12 inches pricks as they were face fucking, spit roasting, double fucking and cunting you out, in that big old fat hairy nasty ass of yours. Yeah Nizam you cheating fuck. I watched you being fucked by that handsome mixed heritage bloke, and you like were a proper love up couple, just like me and you!”

Nizam felt two things now, one was an almost phantom moving with his asshole channel of the 6ft 6 handsome mixed heritage Montenegro – Nigerian man with a muscular physique, powering his oversized prick into his hot mush creamy depths. The first time was bloody fantastic and the man 13 inches touched his deeply, as he took him slow almost tentively.

Then within a short period of time, when he knew he could, and was all relaxed yet pent up with excessive sexual energy, he was being turned on like crazy. He loved his first time being with another guy and Andro-Olowu upped the pace significantly. and started to guttural fuck Nizam. This resulted in his blasting multiple loads within the shy Pakistani muscle man’s sucking ass passage.

He loved owning him and Nizam in turn, loved every second of it, as the others witnessed in the flesh and Doug later in the video. Even Doug had to admit much later on, when reflecting on this periods, that his ex-boyfriend Nizam looked fantastic getting owned by the much younger man.

It was true that Nizam felt something for Andro-Olowu and could not help this at the time. He often wondering what would have happened, had they met again now that he and Doug had spilt up. He found out two years later through Harry, that Andro-Olowu had sex with his cousin Naveed but saw right through him. He had dumped him for Mitch his boyfriend.

Nizam was pleased to hear this saying “you made a luck escape man, as my cousin a first class nasty prick and is not good for you or anyone!”

The second thing Nizam felt standing there watching his bastard cousin screwing his ex, was that he now finally understood how Doug truly felt. Truly being in pain and discovering and seeing his man being cunted out. Especially by this piece of scumbag trash cousin Naveed. It was unbearable and the pain spread from his head to his chest and through this whole body, leaving him breathless.

It was like he was going to have heart attack, yet he could not move and stood in the open doorway.  He had the mad idea of going in and pulling his asshole cousin off and out of his man,, sucking anus and ordering him to take him instead. He logic was that perhaps Doug could screw both of them, one after the other, just like Javaun had suggested to him in Chapter 16, when talking about fucking Nav and him together.

The man had stated “I would love to take you and you little brother, one after the other, as you lay next to each other. First I would be banging out your little bros talented cunt. Then I would watch you, as you wait for me to fuck your hot man pussy.” Javaun carried on and said huskily, “then I would pull out of your brothers Nav’s cunt and enter your quivering ass pussy Nizam, fucking the life out of you!”

As he stated this, he was tonguing Nizam ear and plowing into him extra deep. He said “what do you think about that then?” And at the time Nizam was so over joyed to hear him say this, and groaned shivering in anticipation. He cried out in completed submission “Javaun, man I would fucking love that, please it has to happen!”

It kinda did with the orgy that he had with the first 4 guys and with Javaun and his older brother Jaheim much later on. But so it was just not the same as ‘if it had been just the three of them’, he reckoned with a smile.

Nizam who had drifted off at this point and said “yeah that might work and I could show Doug, what he is missing. Yes he would see that I am much better at making love to him that this bag of conniving shite!” However he came back to earth with bang thought as he watched Naveed and Doug fucking even more passionately kissing each other ardently.

When he hear Naveed shooting his load deep inside Doug’s asshole and he screeched loudly, “Nizam cousin, what’s this about you having sex with Barry our next door neighbour when you were living with Doug eh?”

Doug roared “WHAT!”

The man had been busy drifting off, having said his piece and had just had the most terrific anal orgasm, which left him physically and mentally exhausted. Now he had perked up immediately pushing Naveed off and out of him and, immediately got down on all fours, sticking his fat ass in the air and started sucking and gorging the man’s thick prick. And he was soon being gullet fucked.

Despite his rising anger, Doug was kind of dreading hearing these new revelations, as he was enjoying showing off his excellent cock sucking skills to them both. He was pissing Nizam off and making him even more anxious as he was doing so. 

After a while Naveed said “slow down Doug, fuck I can’t concentrate man!”

Doug shouted impatiently, “ok speak then Naveed!”

Naveed looked at Nizam and winked suggestively and stated “well Doug, when me and Barry were having it off, I don’t know why I had a feeling that something went on between him and my cousin here. So I asked him straight out, Barry you have had sex with my cousin Nizam haven’t you and don’t lie, as Nav told me he said you had.

Naveed hadn’t of course see chapter 66. But carrying on he said “like I said Doug, I had a bad feeling about the two of them having had sex before you broke up!” Doug asked coming off the man’s dick and was busy tonguing the large slit like tasty lolly pop. “So what did he say then Naveed? 

Naveed paused dramatically and replied loudly “well would you believed it, that Barry only went and told me that ‘yeah I have, so fucking what’ and also the reason was that Nizam told him that Doug was screwing his brother Nav, so it was pay back for this!” “Doug Barry also told me that you do not know about it and that he wants to keep it that way, as he did not want the orgy that we had to stop.”

“Yes Doug, Barry and Harry were having a fantastic time, screwing me in my fat Pakistani ass remember!”   Nizam thought to himself in renewed shock “what goddamn orgy and those bastards were fucking this twat in his nasty fat jelly muscle asshole, shame on them! I will throw them out straight away and they can go and live somewhere else the pair of disloyal wankers!”

Naveed continued “sorry Doug I have to let you know as it’s only fair love. Don’t you agree cousin Nizam, that honesty is the best policy?

“You Bastard Nizam” Doug cried with tears of anger streaming down his face and he attacked Naveed prick, slamming his throat and gullet repeatedly over the man steel like prick, in order to try to forget, what he just heard. As he did so, Naveed’s big hand was wiping the sweat off his own forehead, and he was caressing the older white Englishman’s face and beard lovingly.

And then he pushed him off him and started to attack his mouth wildly with his fully lying lips, saying “how sorry he was that his loving cousin was such a disgrace and was totally out of order treating him like this, as it aint right Doug love is it?”

All Naveed could think about was revenge and the fact that he was causing Nizam maximum pain and humiliation, and this was succeeding in getting him off. He also remembering how Barry when telling him, that he was pounding and punching into his fat wobbly hairy ass mounds from behind, holding onto his thick waist. Naveed, backed up into him just as hard, having double anal orgasm.

Barry, was biting and sucking on Naveed’s neck and kept on pounding in to him even more vigorously, dumping several loads inside his whore ass colons, which received the large cum seed deposits, which he greedily received in his colons before the others took over. Naveed relished the night with Barry’s boyfriend Harry afterwards as well when they ended up on an all night fuck fest.

Naughty Naveed was planning on doing it again, with or without Barry permission. He just did not care who he hurt and Doug could not see that. Nizam however had seen his cousin in action for years and knew that he enjoyed causing him and others pain, so it was no surprise!

So just as Doug, whose oral muscles were worked over time, was thinking that he had heard the last of the revelations. He felt Naveed’s load edging up his thick cock tube and backed off wanting to feel the whole load splash all over his face and long beard. However, just as he received his wish staring scornfully at his ex-boyfriend Nizam, Naveed came with extra upper cut.

He said successfully hiding his trued intent “ergh yeah that’s not all Doug, there was also that  Bulgarian bloke Zhivkov, who you met at my orgy as well. Apparently Nizam had sex with him in a Motorway Service Station car park before he got it on with the 4 big dick blokes in the videos!”

Doug cried his face sticky with jizz cum scum, “Oh no way not another one! Bloody Hell Nizam, how many men did you sleep with during our relationship, that I don’t’ know about for fuck sake? This is killing me man!”

“This is too much Nizam!”

Doug was now distraught and in was sobbing loudly in floods of tears. Even Naveed paused thinking that he had surely gone too far this time, as he did not want to break Doug!

Nizam though glad that this was all coming out, as there would be no more lies said quietly “go on cousin. You might as well say what you have to say, as he knew that he was bang to rights. It was better this all came out now, and then who the hell knew what would happen thereafter.

So back in chapter 64 Naveed whist getting shafted by Valdano’s 12 inches, had overheard Bulgarian Zhivkov speaking to his cousin Zvetan, who said in surprise upon seeing him up close and personal “Bloody Hell, dammit that man looks so much like his cousin Nizam, when he was fucking himself on me prick in the service station car park cuzz!”

Later on Naveed asked him if this was true and ordered him to “tell me about you and Nizam, as I heard you say his name earlier to your cousin, when you saw me. And don’t leave anything out” he warned. Zhivkov whose being driven to distraction by the man delectable asshole and hot mouth, at the time, stammered “what Naveed?”

Zhivkov was told “don’t fuck about, as I know you have had sex with that cunt my cheating cousin Nizam, when did this happen eh!” Naveed cried “well Doug he told me everything and he was pummelling into my talented squelching, spasming man pussy. You know that you love doing this yourself to me Doug. So the poor Zhivkov had no chance of not telling me the truth, wouldn’t you agree?”

Doug could only nod miserably and the Pakistani muscle man continued with his story. “Zhivkov said Doug I have to tell you this. Naveed, that your cousin was so great at bring me off and he was my first guy ever. My God my wife and family were waiting for me in the restaurant, and I did not care as I wanted him so bad. I had an affair with him before he and Doug split up as well!”

 

This was damn lie and Naveed knew it and so did Nizam!”

However rather than stay and argue, he took one look at Doug’s face, which was staring at him in compete hatred and loathing. He also took in his cousin Naveed’s triumphant smirk and said “that’s enough!”

Nizam knew that that point that he would never get back with Doug ever again and finally accepted this. He turned round and left them to it and heard Naveed’s mocking laughter and Doug’s shouting expletives after him which went on for some time.

He went back to his flat next door, packed a few things, and went to stay in hotel near the airport. He chose not to stay in the one that he had, before his stay in Germany as he did not want to run into anyone.  He needed to have a clear head.

A few days later after ruminating on everything, he was so distraught and could not stop crying, he   did the only respectable thing that he could do, which was to take an extended period of absence from his employment, and hand everything over to his assistant.

Then late one evening, he boarded a flight to Pakistan and went to stay with family for a long while.

Meanwhile a week later, when he reflected on the whole situation, Doug said to Naveed, “that was too much wasn’t it?” And Naveed did not answer him at first.

He had received a call from Nav that afternoon, who went mad ,cussing him hard calling him all sorts of names. This was because he finally learnt that had occurred from his cousin Nab, Naveed younger brother. Naveed being the kind of arrogant man that he was had called Nab and told him that had occurred.

He was laughing his head off going into explicit detail regarding his instrumental intent, to destroy Nizam and Doug ever having a chance to reconcile.  He only stopped laughing when Nab having said nothing for long while, stated the following:

“Naveed you are no brother of mine to do that to Nizam our cousin. What is wrong with you. He is family man and blood is thicker than water within our community. I never want to see you again you complete wanker!” and he put the phone down and block his calls.

Nab called Nav and told him what had happed, he of course called Nizam and was blocked. And when he tried to speak to his relatives in Pakistan, they told him his brother had told them to tell him not to contact him again ever, and as Nab had told Naveed.

“That you are no brother of mine!”

Nav in turn called and had cussed out Naveed so hard.

So now when Naveed replied to Doug question which was as aforementioned “that was too much wasn’t it Naveed?”  He could not resist and smirking said spitefully, “yes Doug, but it was so worth it seeing my asshole cousins face which was picture as the truth finally has come out, hasn’t it.

“And at least you know and am you happy now yeah?”

Doug did not answer him.

Meanwhile Nav and jumped in his car, floor it and came round to confront Naveed. He banged on the flat door, brushed past Doug, and said he would ‘smash his cousin shit bag lying face in’ and jumped on him, punching, kicking, and cursing him in mixture of his mother tongue and English expletives.

Doug tried to pull him off and couldn’t and fortunately for Naveed, Harry and Barry who heard the commotion, ran into the flat, and had to pull Nav off him. Although Nav was much smaller than his muscle hunk older cousin, he was going for it like a man thrice his size and weight.

He left Naveed bruised and bleeding profusely!

Nav shouted “I never want to see either of you two’s again.

“Doug you are just as bad, you cunt!”

Barry and Harry asked shocked by this aggressive behaviour. Nav told them about what the two of them did his brother Nizam and Barry said shocked “Naveed that is not what I said at all! Doug you and me need to talk as what Naveed said aint true at all. But let’s do it another time ok!”

“Come on Harry let go, and you come as well Nav and leave this lying twat Naveed, as aint he worth it!”

The three of them then left.

A few weeks later Doug was speaking to best friend Tommy, as he had received a call from a distraught Nav, who called him after the fight had occurred. He drove down to see him and Dale and was in tears distraught and feeling really guilty, re his part within the whole sorry situation.

He loved his big brother and was lost not having any contact with him. And of course his parents and siblings ,were all enquiring as to what had happened as they were so close. Of course Nav could hardly say that he had ‘fucked and had been fucked’ in the mouth and ass by his brother’s boyfriend loads of time and have loads of fantastic anal orgasms and they shared passionate man kisses!

Could he?

Tommy in turn, was extremely angry with Doug, telling him ‘what an asshole thing to do to your ex’. Even though he had seen the footage of Nizam getting gang banged and being screwed by the very handsome mixed heritage Montenegro – Nigerian younger man and heard all of the other revelations.

He put it simply “Doug mate that twat Naveed has fucked you over. He set you up and you fell for the bait, hook line and sinker!” Dale agreed and said “yeah if he knew all that about Nizam, why did he not tell you . And don’t tell me he was trying to protect you as he wasn’t, and you know it Doug me old mate!”

“Revenge is sweet, but now you are more alone than ever aren’t you?” 

“It’s a shame mate I know you never got over Rays cheating on you with Anna. But this is too much mate. You and Naveed have destroyed Nizam, especially that bit about Nav screwing you as it was not quite like you just told us.”

Brushing away his protests both Tommy and Dale gave it to their dear friend with both barrels.

Dale stated “yes we understand you hate, but it has destroyed the Pakistani brothers relationship for ever and it heart breaking Doug me old pal!”

Both said at the same time “yeah we get it and we know you don’t really give a fuck! “However that a damn shame, and we hoped you and Nizam would get back together someday. You both have played around and pulled daft stunts. But after this nah mate!”

“We hope you and Nizam twat cousin ‘s stunt, was all worth it Doug mate!”

“Also as we have seen the video of Nizam reaction to your two fucking in front of his face, it beneath you mate?”

“What, How. What Bloody Video” Doug asked shocked!”

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The End or is it as Banging the Pakistani Brothers 2 is coming in few months’ time!