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“And—done,” I whispered, spinning the top of the nail polish. I held out my bare feet, carefully wiggling my toes as I inspected the colour. “Damn French-tips take forever. But they are his favourite.”

I laid back onto the pillows of my best friend Kayla’s bed. With her at cheer camp for the next few days, and her dad out of town, I had the house to myself. I grabbed for my phone and messaged Carter.

We are still on for the movie tonight, right?;) I had already confirmed earlier, but I couldn’t help asking again. I only hoped it didn’t come off as desperate uncertainty.

I bit my lip with anxious anticipation as I waited for a reply. Finally my phone vibrated.

You know it Steph. Kayla’s house?

Yup! I replied. I pursed my lips, pulled up the fringes of my bathrobe, and took a quick photo of my legs and feet. I attached it to another message—then hesitated.

“You haven’t even kissed him yet,” I whispered to myself, “what if he thinks this is actually just a movie night? As friends?” My finger pressed send anyways.

Woah. Cute! he replied. I’ll be there in like an hour.

Can’t wait!

“An hour—okay. That is enough time, right? What do I have left to do?” I went through the checklist in my mind. Showered. Shaved. Picked out an outfit. Draped over the corner of the bed was one of Kayla’s jumpers—easy to get on and just as easy to get off if I needed.

I slid off the bathrobe and into the matching bra and thong piled next to the jumper. I struggled to tuck my transgirl cock, anxiously thinking about Carter coming over. Not that I had been with a guy before. If I was lucky, he would be the first.

After snapping on the bra, I jumped into the jumper. “Alright,” I reassured myself, “now just makeup and hair.”

I swear I glanced at the clock every thirty seconds as I finished getting ready. You are getting way ahead of yourself, Steph. Best case scenario Carter kisses you and that’s it. Not like you would know what to do anyways if he wanted to do more.

With the movie ready, a blanket set out, and snacks on demand, all I could do now was wait. My heart leaped with fright and excitement as the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, fumbling with the lock with nervous energy.

I don’t think I hear a word of the first thirty minutes of the movie, my mind racing with questions. He hadn’t made any moves, and only a few glances in my direction. I guess this is just a friend movie night.

He shifted a hand beneath the blanket and put a hand on my bare thigh.

“About time,” I whispered, immediately embarrassed.

Carter laughed. “You could have made the first move.”

“No way,” I said, turning to face him. “Movie was my idea. You get to make the moves.”

His fingers traced the inside of my thigh ever so gently. “Alright then,” he whispered, then kissed me. It was slow at first, then got heavy. He squeezed my thigh, then grabbed my hand and put it on his jeans.

I could feel his rock hard bulge, Carter guiding my fingers to stroke along the edges. When he moved his hand higher up my thigh, I squeezed his cock. He groaned with discomfort.

“Too much?” I panted.

“Just a little bit of a weird angle,” he said, shifting his jeans.

“Sorry—if I can do it better, you can tell me?”

“You could—um—well,” he whispered nervously, “you could—pull it out?”

I bit my lip, staring at the outline of his cock. I shifted beneath the blanket, putting my legs in his lap, and pulling the blanket back so that my feet were showing. I knew he liked feet. Then I gently palmed his jeans just above his cock.

He looked at my feet, then put a hand on my ankle. We started to kiss again. With trembling fingers I moved along the waist of his jeans, twisting the button, and slowly unzipping the front.

My heart was beating fiercely as I slid my hand beneath his boxers. His body was warm to my cold hand. Carter yelped with a smile as I ran my fingers over his cock still in his jeans.

As I pulled at his jeans, he arched his back to make it easier for me. I slid them down, his cock bouncing out of his boxers. I gripped the tip with one hand, feeling along his shaft with my other. When I pulled my hand away it felt slick, a bit of precum clinging to my fingers.

I wiped it along his shaft, softly squeezing and stroking. He gave out a little moan, then reached around and grabbed my ass on the outside of the jumper. With his other hand still on my ankle, he lift my leg out of the blanket. He started to kiss at my knee, continuing downward until running his tongue along my toes.

It tickled for a moment, and I let out a chirp.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, no—it is just new to me. I sort of like it though,” I smiled.

I started to tug on his cock with both hands, finding a rhythm that I thought he liked. He licked my toes a bit more, then grabbed both my feet and put them around his cock. He pushed my arches firm around his cock, rubbing up and down along my soles.

“Do you—want to go to the bedroom?” I whispered.

We both stood, kissing up the steps as we went fumbled our way into Kayla’s bedroom. I closed the door behind us, letting the straps of the jumper fall over my shoulders to hang around my waist. Carter put a hand beneath my bra, squeezing at my small breasts.

            He leaned against the bed as we kissed. I tugged at the tip of his cock as I grabbed at his balls.

“What next?” I asked weak of breath.

“Get on your knees,” he whispered, pushing on my shoulders, my jumper clinging to my hips. I grabbed his cock and looked up at him. He wants me to suck his cock.

I held out my tongue, running it along the tip of his cock. Pre-cum dribbled into my mouth. I kept my tongue out, stroking his cock back and forth. Then I licked my way down to his balls, slurping up one and sucking on it.

His cock felt good in my mouth. Even better than I had fantasized. I moved back, sucking on just the tip. Feeling every rib of the shaft as it moved over my lips.

Carter grabbed my ponytail, pushing his cock further and further into my mouth. I coughed, and he pulled out, a string of spittle connecting my lips with his cock.

He pushed deeper down my throat. I could hardly breath as I fought down another gag, though this time suppressing it. My lips reached the base of his cock, and he was fully down my throat.

I pulled back gasping for air with pure pleasure. His cock was slick as I stroked it while I caught my breath. I put it in the side of my cheek, popping in out with a thwap. He held the back of my hair again, thrusting in and out of my mouth as his balls slapped against my chin.

Then he slowed, holding down the back of my head while I deep throated him. I started to gag, but he kept me down.

And then I felt his cock throbbing—pulsating as he cummed in my throat.

I gasped for air, my mouth and throat full of sticky cum. His cock pulsed again, shooting cum onto my face to dribble down my chin. I stuck out my tongue as he finished cumming, filling my mouth.

For a moment I was motionless, breathless, mouth watering with the taste of warm cum. I looked up at him, swirling it around in my mouth, then swallowed it. It felt slick as it slipped down my throat. He leaned back on the bed and groaned happily as I wiped down my face with the discarded bathrobe.

“I’ll be honest,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I pushed him back onto the bed, laying down between his legs with my feet up in the air. I grabbed his limp cock, a bit of cum sticking to my finger. I licked it off and kept stroking.

“I think I can do better this time,” I whispered, then took his cock in my mouth again.

I get a whole bunch of emails from people asking me favours, asking me to promote different businesses, asking me for sex advice and of course, asking me for sex.

You wouldn’t believe the number of these emails that are barely coherent.  Maybe people email me after a few adult beverages?  You would think that if you were asking someone for a favour, or a business proposition, or for sex; you would run it through a spell checker.

One experience, which I had a few years ago, started with a proper email that someone had taken the time to sit down and write properly.   His name was Russ and he ran a men’s massage retreat.  I wasn’t allowed to share my experience at the time in the interests of discretion, but after talking to Russ just last weekend, he thinks that it is OK if I share my experience with you guys.

Russ’s first email was him introducing himself and his Massage Retreat in the hills behind Byron Bay

Byron Bay is a fancy beach town north of Sydney, lots of celebrities hang out there, such as Olivia Newton John, Chris Hemsworth, Zac Efron, Nichole Kidman and I’ve read that Matt Damon hangs out there these days.

Russ was asking me if I would mind helping him out with buying banner ads for his website and some online promotion advice. I was more than happy to help out and share some advice, plus, it was a little bit of side money for me.

Right off the bat Russ said he would love for me to come and see the property, see what his business does and would love for me to stay a few days was his offer.

After a few months working together, I had a window of spare time so I decided to go up and meet Russ in person.

It was a seven hour drive and as I drove in to the property, I saw just how beautiful a spot it was.  Not a resort, just a big mansion of a home.  Russ had seen me drive up and welcomed me at the front door.  He was wearing a pair of white AussieBum speedos and nothing else.  We had worked pretty closely over the preceding months and it was like catching up with an old friend.

Walking through the front door I could hear a bit of chatter coming from the main living area of the house, and there were at least half a dozen cars in the drive way so the house felt like it was full of people.

Before I would have a chance to find out, Russ told me to take my luggage up stairs, my room was second door on the left.  He knew I had just driven 7 hours so he told me to freshen up and come and see what this place was all about.  Russ told me that the guys were all either in speedos or nude and I was welcome to wear either.  I knew this already from some of the pics and videos I had worked on when dealing with the promotional material.

I had a quick shower, threw on a pair of ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos and headed down stairs.

Walking in to the main living area of this beautiful home I was in awe.  There were ten men, half completely naked, half wearing speedos.   It sounds like heaven right?  The youngest was twenty-five years old, the oldest mid fifties and all sorts of body types.  It wasn’t an AussieBum model shoot but the guys looked good.

Half the guys were working around a couple of massage tables and half the guys were with Russ standing by a bar.  Russ waved me over and handed me some kind of juice.  The juice concoction was pretty rotten but you guys know I put all sorts of things in my mouth and I swallowed it down.  I was introduced to the guys and when I had finished my drink Russ asked if I would like a massage?  Of course I would!

Russ lead me over to a massage table out on the patio and told me to get up and lie on my back.  Four of the guys had followed him out.

I felt a little embarrassed lying there, in all my speedo glory, in front of four and a half strangers (Russ is the half).  Russ gave a little introduction as to the massage technique that I was going to receive and I’m sorry but I can’t remember any of those details.  I was wondering which of the guys was going to give me my massage when Russ directed each of the guys to one of my arms or legs.

Turns out, I was going to receive a massage from four guys…. at the same time.

I’ve got to tell you guys, I have never really enjoyed getting a massage. In my teens I had a couple after sporting injuries and the whole time I was tense just trying not to get an erection.  As an adult, I’ve had a couple after triathlons which were fully clothed and I was super sore but if I had to lie down with very little clothing, I’d still be lying there thinking “Don’t get a boner”.

When Russ and I previously chatted about me coming up, we had this ‘erection’ discussion and I said I’d be fine not being on the massage table but he assured me that being a professional, he has techniques to deal with that and I shouldn’t be worried, lots of guys get boners when receiving a massage.

So there I was, lying on a massage table with four sets of hands on me and all I was thinking was “Don’t get a boner”.

When I laid down, they put a cool towel that smelled of something fruity over my eyes so I couldn’t see anything.  It wasn’t tied down, it was just draped over my eyes and forehead.  This definitely made me hornier not being able to see what was going on. “Don’t get a boner” was what I was saying in my head but my brain does not have that kind of control over my cock and within a few minutes, my cock was rock hard and as I was only wearing a speedo, there was no hiding it from the four masseurs and Russ.  Nobody said a word about it for a few minutes even though it was right there in front of their noses. Which made me even hornier.

Finally Russ had to deal with the elephant (no it isn’t that big) in the room.

He put his palm on my chest and said “Dave, you are very tense, you need to relax. Would you like me to use one of my ‘professional’ techniques to help with your beautiful erection?”

“Sure thing Russ.”

Russ then asked for a volunteer from the four guys who were still working each one of my limbs and he got a volunteer pretty quickly.  I couldn’t tell who it was from their voice.

Then, I felt a hand on the front of my speedo which started rubbing it.  Then, the mystery hand undid the drawstring.  Then, the waistband was pulled out, down and tucked under my balls.  Two very oily/slippery hands started working my cock and balls in the worlds most amazing handjob ever.

I started wriggling in pleasure.

Russ, whom I guess took the limb of the guy who was jerking me off, gave some instructions to the guys and all of a sudden I was pinned down.  It was cleaver how they did it, instead of holding me by my wrists and ankles the way I would do it, they pinned me down by my elbows and knees.  I could move my hands and feet, but was pinned down to the table.  Only a slight thrusting of my hips was possible which is what I was doing as I approached my orgasm.

A split second before my cock exploded, I felt lips encircle the head of my cut cock. That mouth was where every last drop of my cum went, not a drop or drizzle was spilt.

Calming down, the pressure on my elbows and needs was released as the mouth on my cock was removed, with one last lick down the tip.  My speedo was pulled back up and the drawstring was retied.  Russ, complimented the guys on their work and said that he could already see how relaxed I was.

I really felt a lot better and much more relaxed now that my cock was calm.

The guys got to work on me and Russ was giving them instructions and it was really nice.  So nice… I fell asleep.

I’m not kidding you.

I had a long day of driving and I had gotten up early, maybe there was something in the vegan fruit shake thingy?

When I woke up, two hours had passed and the sun was setting.  The guys had put a blanket over me which was sweet of them.

I got up off the massage table and stretched, I heard some noise and chatter coming from around the side of the house which I thought I should investigate.  Remember, I am wearing a pair of speedos and nothing else.

Poking my head around the corner, there was a hottub with five of the retreat guests in it.

They saw me and the jokes started calling me sleepy head and sleepy smurf.  I asked them if I could join them in the hottub and as I got in they offered me a shot glass.  I thought it was a ‘retreat’, no booze and all hippy vegetarian food?  I was informed that being the last night of their retreat, it was a party night and they all expected to get rather drunk after a week of detoxing and being good boys.

The shot was tequila and as soon as I had swallowed it, the glass was topped up.

Everyone was in a great mood and conversation flowed.  After a while I just had to ask them, was this ‘retreat’ just a sex trip?  Do some massages during the day and learn some skills, but is it really about just having sex?

One guy, his name was John, was sitting on the edge of the hottub wearing a pair of classic AussieBum black speedos.  He said, I’m straight and here to learn how to massage.  This declaration of his straightness was met with heckles from everyone calling him out for being the gayest straight guy ever.  John defended himself saying that he hadn’t done anything gay during the retreat.  If other guys sucked his cock or let him fuck their arse, they were the gay ones.  Hahaha.  I liked John.

John was one of the foursome who massaged me.

I announced to the hottub that someone had sucked me off, by the sounds of it, it wasn’t John, so there were three potential candidates. I felt like I owed someone a blowjob.

The guys were not going to tell me.  I went around the hottub asking each of them, did you swallow my cum?  I think I had an idea who it was but they all claimed it wasn’t them.  If I didn’t know who it was, then I’d have to give them all a blowjob to return the favour.

Sitting opposite me in the hottub, one of the guys was wearing a blue pair of Budgy Smuggler speedos, he was sitting on the edge with his feet dangling in the water.  His cock was right at my eye height and with my announcement that I owed everyone a blowjob he looked at me, winked and rubbed the front of his speedos.

Pretty obvious invitation if you ask me.

I moved across the hottub and reached out to replace his hand with my hand on the front of his speedo.

I had been introduced to Mr. Blue Speedo but I couldn’t remember his name.  His cock came to life in no time as I rubbed it with my right hand and I slipped my left hand lower down and rubbed his balls and even a hint of arsehole play.  Just as I was about to pull his cock out and start sucking he started undoing the white drawstring himself which released some of the strain on the nylon material that was holding his cock in.  The waistband of his speedo released and I got my first view of his uncut cock.

Opening wide, I took his cock in my mouth and moved the waistband down below his balls.

I started with a lot of tongue around the head of his cock working between his foreskin and cock head.

With my concentration focused on working my tongue over his cock, I hadn’t noticed but one of the other guys had slipped in to the water behind me.  I didn’t know who it was but he was rubbing my butt.   Changing my oral technique from licking and flicking, to sucking and stroking.  Looking up I noticed that one of the other guys had gotten out of the hottub and was sitting next to Mr. Blue Speedo.  They started making out and it wasn’t long before I felt the cock in my mouth spasm and then unload in my mouth.  I took every last drop and didn’t remove my mouth until I had sucked him dry.

Moving back someone handed me another shot of tequila and the boys gave me a little round of applause.

My celebrations didn’t last long though, the guy who had been making out with Mr. Blue Speedo was sitting there with an erect cock waiting to be enveloped by my mouth.  He was completely naked and as I moved between his legs, Mr. Blue Speedo slid back in to the pool.

I repeated my same performance and a little while later, I was swallowing my second load of cum for the night.  The boys gave me a shot to wash the cum down.

Looking around the hottub I wondered who was next?  Two of the guys were cuddling each other and I looked at them but they told me they are a committed couple.

The only person left was Josh, the gayest straight guy.  He was sitting on the edge of the hottub wearing a classic black Speedo brand speedo and he had a raging hardon which was not hidden my the small amount of lycra he was wearing.

John nodded his head towards his cock, clearly indicating that he was keen for a blowjob.

I slid up between his legs and started rubbing the front of his speedo.  It was then that I asked him if he has ever sucked cock himself?  He replied that he hadn’t.  So it wasn’t John that sucked me off during my massage and that being the case, I told him that I’d suck him off, but only after he had sucked me off.

With that, I moved back to the middle of the hottub and stood up.   Usually I would feel nervous, even embarrassed standing up and flopping my cock out in front of five strangers.  But, these guys had massaged me, seen me get blown and had just watched me blow two guys.  I think I was over any nervousness.  I had pulled my cock out the leg of my speedo and it was at full mast.  John didn’t know where to look, he would look me in the eyes and I smiled, then he would look down at my seven inches of cut cock.  The rest of the guys started chanting, suck it, suck it, suck it.

I didn’t think John would do it, but he took a shot of tequila and said, why not as he slipped in to the hottub and got his mouth at the same height as my cock.

Looking down at him he was focused on my cock, his first.  He opened his mouth and about two inches from my cock, he paused, hesitating.  I grabbed the back of his head and gently said, you’ve got this mate.   That was all he needed and he slipped his lips over my cock.  He went at it with gusto which surprised me.  It was hot and the gay couple that wouldn’t let me suck them also commented on how hot it was seeing a gay virgin suck cock for the first time.

This went on for a little while, remember I had already blown a load earlier in the day.

After a few minutes the guy I blew first, Mr. Blue Speedo, sidled up on my left side and started making out with me.  He then slid his hand down my back and didn’t stop when he came to the waistband of my speedo, he slipped his hand further down and started playing with my butt hole.

This set me off and it wasn’t long of this attention that my orgasm approached.  I was going to warn John before I came but Mr. Blue Speedo wouldn’t let me break off our kiss.

After my first pulse of cum I felt John flinch backwards but he kept stroking my cock as I shot a few more spurts of cum.

This time it was John who received a round of applause and was handed another shot of tequila.

I was still standing with Mr. Blue Speedo’s hand down the back of my speedo when I told John to stand up.  Mr. Blue Speedo and I were about to give him the best blowjob of his life.

With all that horny tension out of the way, the rest of the evening was a bit less sexual.  Most of the guys left the next morning and I spent the day exploring the local area.  The second night, I was back in the hottub with Russ (remember, he is the guy who owns and runs the entire place) and his husband.  Turns out they had heard about what went on the night before and were keen for a reenactment.  They were both tops too so my arse got a pounding, story for another day if you guys would like me to share it.

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With a houseful of guests one Christmas I had to sleep with my eldest brother Paul in the attic room of our Victorian town house. Paul was thirty seven,

and I was a naive nineteen year old still confused about the world, and my sexuality. I’d never had to share a bed before and was a little nervous about it and even though I  got on with my brother very well we’d never actually had to undress in front of each other. Anyway Paul wasn’t at all bothered about undressing in front of me and stripped down to his underpants which I took a crafty look at just to see if he had big bulge. No surprise there as he

often flaunted it when wearing tight jeans and trousers.

I took my clothes off a little nervously and again went down to my underpants before scrambling quickly into bed. We said goodnight and that was that.

However come the morning I awoke with a raging hard on and what was so exciting was the fact that Paul had his fist tightly gripping it. We were in a spooning position with Paul behind me and me in his lap.

I didn’t quite know what to do  so did nothing, trouble was my cock was getting  stiffer by the minute.

My heart was thumping, my mouth dry and my cock twitching in his tight grip.

After a few minutes of sexual tension I felt Paul’s

cock pressing against my arse. Again I did nothing, the excitement building. I felt Paul’s hand begin to wank me, his firm first working my cock up and down. It felt really nice and so I just let him wank me slowly.

“You have a nice stiff cock bro” he suddenly whispered in y ear. “It feels really stiff and hot. Do you like me wanking you?”

I could hardly speak my mouth was so dry but I eventually told him that it  felt good.

The next thing I new he was pulling my underpants down and then his own. Now I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my bum as he started wanking me again.

“Feel my dick  put your hand on it Stu” he said.

I tentatively felt around the back of me for his cock.

It was a nice big stiff lob of a prick and my hand squeezed it lovingly.

“Do you like it Stu? Do you lie the feel of your brothers big fucking cock?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes” I said firmly “It’s bigger than mine”.

“Roll on your back bruv, I want to see what I’m wanking” said Paul kicking off the bed covers.

I rolled onto my back as he asked realizing that we were now both naked and rampantly stiff.

“Nice cock Stu” he said admiring my dick before gripping hold of it again. In the next breath he had his mouth on my knob and was rolling his hot tongue around it.

“What if somebody comes in?” I asked nervously.

He stopped sucking for a moment.

“They won’t I locked the bedroom door last night”.

His reply said he was back sucking on my cock again and I was moaning with pleasure.

“Does this mean we’re gay?” I asked  between moans.

He stopped sucking again to answer.

“It means we like sex that’s all, just enjoy the experience bro, relax and let me suck your cock”.

He then proceeded to take all of my prick into his mouth and down his throat which had me on the edge of coming.

“Oh! Paul, you’ll bring me off like that” I said.

He pulled my dick from his throat.

“That’s the fucking idea bro” he said taking my prick and swallowing it  down his throat again.

“Not yet” I said “This is so good I want it to last longer”.

He pulled my cock out of his throat again it looked like a fucking melting lollipop with saliva running all over it from my knob head all the way down my shaft. I’d never seen my cock so fucking stiff before and the very idea that it was my brother who had been sucking it made it all the more sexy.

“Let’s have a sixty nine” he said. “You’re not afraid to suck my dick are you?”

Before  could answer he had swung around so that we were in a sixty nine position side by side.

I grabbed hold of his big stiff cock and nervously put it into my mouth. It tasted good so I began to suck on it and roll my tongue all over the knob.

Paul began to suck me at the same time, one of his hands wanking me the other pulling on my balls.

We sucked like that for some minutes and then he rolled me so that I was on top of him. We sucked some more and then he slipped a saliva wet finger into my arsehole and also followed that with a tongue lick all around my sphincter.

I was moaning my head off and gobbling on his cock like a slut.

Feeling his mouth sucking directly on my arsehole had me almost coming again and I had to tell him to stop.

“Time my little brother got his little tight arse fucked” he said.

“I don’t know about that” I said suddenly frightened “I’ve never had a cock up me before”.

“The it’s about fucking time you did” he replied, pulling me around so that we were face to face.

“Lay on your back bro and spread those legs” he said.

“I’m not sure” I said weakly.

“Just do it, you’ll fucking love it. I won’t hurt you will I your my little brother for fucks sake!”

I lay on my back and opened my legs wide. He shoved a pillow under my hips and got between my legs. I could se his massive stiff prick which was visibly throbbing. He worked slobber all over it till his knob was dripping wet then he let me feel his knob resting on my hairy little hole.

It felt so hot and sexy and my brother looked so fanciable with his hairy chest and abdomen.

“Just relax and take it bro” he said “Just relax”.

I did as he said and he pushed his prick forward. My tight hole opened up slightly and his knob head slipped inside me heating up my hole.

“Relax some more bro relax, relax” he said and he pushed more of his prick into me.

I gasped and gripped his hips to stop him pushing but I wasn’t strong enough to prevent his hard thrust that lunged all of his cock into me up to his hairy balls.

“Oh! Sweet Fuck!” I said “That fucking hurt. Oh! Fuck. It’s so fucking big, your cock is so fucking big”.

Paul held his prick still inside me for a few minutes helping me get used to the invasion of my tight arsehole. His fucking began slowly at first, easing his cock in and out of me gently, letting me feel every fucking inch of his dick and then he got faster, the fucking more urgent, his cock demanding more of my hole.

I was groaning now pretty loud and afraid somebody would hear but Paul just carried on shafting the groans from me.

“Fuck! Bro, your hole is so hot and tight, it’s fucking lovely so fucking lovely”.

His hips were swinging back and forth and my hole was opening up for his cock now. My hole needed his cock now.

“Fuck me harder” I squealed “I love it I love it”.

I grabbed his hot arse cheeks and helped the thrusts as he ram fucked me senseless.

“I’m going to shoot my load right up your hot arse” he said giving me long thrusting strokes of his cock from his knob to his balls.

“Do you want my juicy spunk flooding your arsehole?”

“Oh! Yes!” I replied my lips finding his, our tongues lashing with each other.

His cock jerked it’s creamy custard up my arse. Six jolts of man batter pouring into my guts.

He kept on fucking, draining his balls off, creaming my arsehole until the squelch of cum filled the air.

“That was fucking awesome bro” he said pulling his cock from my fuck ravaged hole. I could feel his cum running from me onto the bed and I wanted to fucking drown in it.

“Now it’s your turn to cum little bro” he said going down on my stiff prick.

He deep throated me, wanked me, sucked my knob in and out of his mouth until I was on the verge of coming.

“You’ll make me cum” I said.

“That’s what I want little bro. All of your cum in my mouth, all of your sweet young cum”.

He worked two fingers into my cum sloppy hole, squelching the cum as he sucked on my cock.

“I’m coming” I squealed “Here it comes”.

For a second he took his mouth of my dick to see the first spurt of spunk from my cock and then he was deep throating me again taking my spurting spunk into his gullet. He sucked and sucked until my prick was suck sore and sensitive then he opened his mouth to show me my last blob of cum resting on his tongue. rather than swallow it he decided to share it with me, moving up the bed to kiss me and stick his tongue laden tongue into my mouth. The kissing was out of this world, so sexy so spunky and it went on for some time.

A knock on the door and our father asked if we were OK.

“Oh! Fuck Paul” I whispered “Do you think he heard us fucking? What would he have said if he’d seen us?”

Paul whispered back

“He’d have probably joined in and fucked both of us”

I looked right into Paul’s eyes and realized that he meant it!

I ran. And I kept running, away from them, away from those who wanted to use me for my physical attributes. How do I get out of here? I’ve never been to this planet before, I barely know how to operate the machinery of this launch station. The air started getting heavier and heavier. I began to find it difficult to breathe. My vision had begun getting blurry before I even realized it. And then… black.

Let me start with how I ended up here. I am a researcher of the paranormal and extra-terrestrial. Recently my work brought me to Dr Vega. A fine specimen of a man with muscles aplenty and a bulge that seemed to persist through whatever clothing he covered his appendage with.  At first, I had no idea why this man wanted to talk to me, he was a renowned Quantum Physicist, the best in his field.

‘Please take a seat’, the striking doctor offered before closing the door to his office and sitting across from me. I could barely contain myself; this man had a body like I’ve never seen before, in real life, and I could not stop staring at all his bulging muscles, and when he sat back in his chair, I was pleased to be greeted by a massive bulge that seemed to me to be a third leg.

‘I’m sure you’re wondering why I have invited you here today’

I snapped out of my penis-induced haze, ‘It’s just such an honor to meet you Dr Vega, I would be pleased to serve…’ *clears throat* ‘assist you with anything you require.’

‘I’m sure you will’, a devious smile crossed his lips, ’I’m sure you’re aware of the research I do? Multiple realities and the existence of life whether it be in the plane of existence we know or the ones we do not’

‘YES, I am well aware and very interested in your research, as I have said, it’s just such an honor to be in your presence.’

‘That’s excellent to hear, in that case, you will be pleased to know that I am extending an invitation to you to join me personally on the Vex Mission. It is a project we have been secretly working on for some time in order to prove that other realities exist’

‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?! Other realities?! And you’re inviting me to join you?!! I am so excited!!’

‘I gather that as a yes then?’

‘A resounding yes!’

I just noticed something then, an air of darkness filled the room and for a second, barely, I noticed Dr Vega’s deep blue eyes turn red. A full bright red that extended throughout the whites of his eye. One blink later and his eyes were back to normal as if they hadn’t changed at all.

‘Gather your belongings and meet me in this office in one month, I look forward to working with you.’

He raised his hand to meet mine, a big hairy muscular arm following behind it. Just as our hands met, I noticed it, visions, of fire and a crown and … a baby. I let go of his hand abruptly.

Dr Vega raised a brow and enquired, ‘Did you SEE something?’

I stared confused, ‘what?’

His face quickly formed a smile, a gorgeous smile, ‘I’ll see you in a month’

I got up and left, still quite confused.

The following month I returned to his office after packing and saying goodbye to my cat, I had no one else to say my farewell to on account of being a self-isolated introverted orphan (yeah, I know right, issues!). I had doubts about leaving this plane behind but as I walked into Dr Vega’s office, my doubts lifted, it was as if my mind had been cleansed, as soon as I saw this immaculate specimen of a man, I knew I’d follow him anywhere. This was a strange feeling because I am not a romantic, I have had many boyfriends before this, but I have never been attracted to them the way I am to Dr Vega. It’s like the air is electric when I am around him.

‘Are you ready for our once-in-a-lifetime trip across dimensions and societal boundaries?’, fuck his smile was infectious.

‘Yes!’, the doubt crept back in, ‘Dr Vega, Can I ask you a question?’

“Anything”

‘Why did you pick me to go with you? My academic accomplishments are mediocre at best when compared to some of the other researchers in this facility, they’d be much more equipped to assist you. But why me?’

Vega rose from his chair and crossed the desk to where I was sitting and stood next to me, the scent of his bulge made me want to say fuck everything else and just fuck this man, it was so intoxicating. He bent forward; his ocean blue eyes met mine. ‘Because you can offer me something they cannot’

Suddenly, a strange, sweet smell permeated throughout the air. It was intoxicating and before I knew it, I was rock hard and craving sexual release. And when I raised my eyes, I noticed that Dr Vega was rock hard too, with his thick cock snaking halfway down his pants like a literal third leg. How is that even possible? He picked my hand up gently and guided it to his enormous dick. I don’t know whether it was the smell or if I was just willing to let this man do anything to me.

“Take your clothes off’, he demanded without asking.

‘OK’, wait what?! Why am I so willing to please this man?

I began undressing, doing it slowly to show him how lucky he was. My naked form showed a slim body with a perky ass. As I turned around, I noticed he was fully undressed as well. His form showed off bulging muscles in every sense of the word, but when I looked down… WTF?!!? I found myself gazing at a 13inch hard and can-thick, veiny penis. How is that even possible?

He noticed the expression on my face and said, ‘Don’t worry you were made for this cock’.

Without a second thought, ‘yes I was made for that cock’.  WHAT!!

Before I realized it, I was choking on his thick, rock-hard dick.

‘Hmmm good boy Vera. Wet your eternal cock so I can stick it in that tight boy pussy of mine’ What was that name he used? I did not recognize it, but it felt familiar to me. My name was Stephen… is Stephen… I think. And why did he refer to his dick as MY eternal cock??

‘Get up’, he commanded ‘I need to be inside you’. Without a second thought I was up, ass bent over his desk and eagerly awaiting fulfillment. Don’t get me wrong, I am a man who gets what he wants whenever he requires it. But the raw sexual tension permeating off this Devil-Dick wielding man could not have even been cut with a diamond chainsaw.

Before he put his dick inside me, I was surprised to find that he wanted to eat my ass out first. Men I know like this do not usually do that sort of thing. Alpha men.

Then suddenly, as if he had read my mind, ‘I’ve enjoyed the taste of you for millennia and I will enjoy it for millennia more.’ His tongue began to work my hole out of its 3week-no dick-having slumber. His tongue gently guided its way inside me. He began opening me up and going deeper and deeper with his tongue, reaching places I did not even know tongues could go. The sensation of him inside me was out of this world. His tongue was almost as long as his penis at this point. Massaging my insides like it was meant to be there.

Vega got off his knees to start working his thick cock inside me and as I turned to look at him, I noticed that his tongue was abnormally long!! As if it was the size of his penis. And his eyes were glowing red again.

Vega placed the tip of his thick throbbing penis at my entrance and spat on it. Fuck that’s hot. At first, I wondered how this gargantuan penis was going to fit inside me, but he persisted regardless, and I awaited what would be the biggest dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering. With a final push his head was inside me and I felt a searing pain like I’ve never felt before.

When he opened his mouth to speak, I noticed his teeth to be much sharper than I previously noticed. “Just breathe, this dick belongs inside you” and as he said that I felt the air getting lighter and as he pushed further inside me, I could only feel what could be described as pure immense unfiltered pleasure. A pleasure that defied the odds of what sex should feel like and as he pushed further and further, I began moaning uncontrollably.

‘This is only half of it Saeyra’. What was that word?! I barely even had time to wrap my head around it as Vega pushed more of his devil-dick inside me and the pleasure intensified. It kept growing until I reached his base.  Rhythmically he began pumping his hose inside me. He picked up the pace and bent me over his desk as he pounded me into complete submission.

Vega pounded me harder and faster than humanely possible. I was screaming pleasure at the top of my lungs now. Everyone in the building probably knew he was fucking me. But I didn’t care. The pleasure was so intense that I would let him fuck me wherever and whenever he wants. At the pace he was drilling his cock into me I thought it would be over soon. But it just kept going. He flipped me around with his dick still inside me (I know right!) and lifted me of his desk in his strong sculpted arms so that our eyes met with my legs around his shoulders. There was no denying it now. Blood red eyes met mine and when he pulled my mouth to his, a sharp tooth pricked my tongue. I tried to pull back but his hold on me was strong and, for some reason, I didn’t want to. We kept passionately kissing while he drilled himself inside me. There were no further cuts. When I opened my eyes, I noticed his skin had a blue hue to it. He began chanting some strange words that made no sense to me and our bodies began vibrating. My cock began spraying cum all over my chest and up to my face and within seconds he was cumming too. He cock throbbed and the force of his cum was so hard I think I almost felt it in my stomach. After her finished shooting jets of cum inside me, he kept holding on as we slid to the floor and lay on the cold tiles. I should feel uncomfortable, but this just felt wright for some reason. Like this was meant to be happening. All my life I wondered aimlessly but this felt good.

‘I didn’t think it would be THAT good,’ he mumbled in a low tone.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I’ve been looking forward to this for longer than you can imagine. I’ve been waiting for you for longer than I have ever been alive.’

‘Uhm, what are you talking about?’

He cleared his throat, ‘We shall talk about this later, but for now we have dimensions to jump.’ He chuckled.

His thick cock, yes it was still thick after cumming and getting soft, slid out of me and he got up. He extended a hand toward me, ‘Let’s make history together, shall we?’

October 2015

It’s been three months since I graduated from university and, in that time, I have achieved exactly nothing. My parents will of course tell me it’s my own fault:

“You had plenty of opportunities to get some work experience and you didn’t bother.”

“This is what happens when you decide to leave everything to the last minute.”

Quite honestly, they’ve got a point. Instead of using the long summer breaks to seek out internships and use my time to expand my CV, I partied, travelled and partied some more. It’s only now, jobless and quickly running out of money, do I begin to regret that I hadn’t made some better, long-term decisions.

So, three months into being unemployed, I start the day the same way I always do. Get up, check my emails and start tediously filling in another application form for a job, any job, that will get me started in life. I was lucky enough that, following graduation, my parents agreed to pay six months worth of rent on a small in one of London’s suburbs.. Being close to the city was meant to make getting a job easier. Obviously that hasn’t been the case, but at least I can wallow in my own self-pity quietly and without being nagged.

As usual, by the time mid-afternoon came around, my motivation had seriously flagged. I mean, who wouldn’t after answering questions like: ‘Think of a time when you have used your leadership skills to turn around a bad situation’? For a 21 year-old guy, a drop in motivation and the onset of boredom probably results in one thing: a wank. Opening a new tab on my laptop, I pulled down my shorts and set to work on jerking one off. Grabbing my phone, I simultaneously scrolled through the myriad of men that announced themselves on Grindr. A guy with a well-chiseled six pack covered by a sprinkling of dark fur (yes please!), a slim but toned hunk confidently showing off his armpits in bed (who wouldn’t?) and a stubbled man in his early thirties who looked like he knew exactly what he wanted (definitely hot). But, by the time I had reached orgasm and covered my chest and stomach in a fair smattering of cum, my interest in messaging any of them for a ‘good time’ had quickly evaporated.

For the rest of that evening, as with most evenings before, I ended up slouched on the sofa mindlessly watching the same crap on TV, waiting to sleep, only to repeat the same process all over again tomorrow.

Before I go any further, let me tell you a bit about myself. The basics: 22 years old, 5’10”, brown hair and brown eyes. 

Throughout secondary school and university, I  always played some form of sport – mostly tennis, but over the past few months I’ve also taken up swimming. Combined with my twice-weekly visits to the gym, my body could best be described as ‘toned’ – slim, with a reasonable amount of muscle. A reasonable amount of body hair in all the right places helps the ‘twunk’ look. As such, I’ve never had any problems taking a guy home during a night out. It’s only when my underwear comes off does my body confidence…falter. My cock is small. And I don’t just mean slightly below average – I mean tiny. When soft, my cock measures no more than an inch. When hard, no more than two and a half.

As you can probably imagine, this never fails to be noticed by my one-night stands. I’ve had it all: the awkward look upwards as a guy gets to his knees to give me a blowjob; the brief exhale of air that represents a stifled laugh; to the comments which add to my humiliation – “not much going on down there!” Where a guy comes back expecting a good fuck from me, he usually leaves disappointed and unsatisfied.

This particular story begins on one of these nights – a regular trip to the club on a Friday night, picking up a guy, and coming back to my flat. Except, that this night ended very differently to all my previous experiences.

The Time I Got in a Stranger’s Car

Y’all as a quick disclaimer to preface this story, this particular encounter was very spontaneous and not very thought out, and while nothing bad happened, I still wanna recommend caution when cruising like this irl since some completely random driver off the street might not have your best interests in mind. Of course we’re all adults here so feel free to do whatever, I guess like all things sex and hookups, just remember to stay safe 💖

Also guys this story isn’t an endorsement of soliciting people randomly on the street. The fantasy is fun and all but let’s remember that not everyone is like me and will be OK with sexual advances from strangers, respect for boundaries comes first.

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So this was a quick one since the event itself happened so fast I didn’t even know how to process it.

A little backstory just to contextualize my choices: one day, a few years before the events of this story’s encounter took place, I scheduled with some of my high school friends who lived closeby to me to hang out like we often did. We would walk around town and probably buy ice cream or something and complain about our teachers and stuff. So we had our usual meeting point really close to where I lived, which was at the corner of a street in front of a bakery. This is where we would usually split ways walking home from school so it was also where we’d meet up to hang out. So since it was so close to where I lived, and my friends needed to walk a bit more to arrive there, often I would get there a little earlier and wait for them.

So on this particular day, I got there maybe a little less than five minutes before they did, and I stood right at the corner on the side of the street they would be coming from, and I waited for them. I’m not sure what exactly prompted this, but a white car pulled up to me and the driver, a twenty something guy in a a backwards cap began to speak to me. I phrase it like that because I usually tense up when strangers approach me.

This guy smiled and asked me how I was doing, and I kind of sheepishly answered “OK”. So he eyed me up and asked me if I didn’t wanna go for a ride with him. This thoroughly creeped me out and I began stammering that I needed to meet some friends of mine. He pleaded playfully, saying it would be a quick drive and he’d drop me right back, but I insisted no and began instinctively walking in the direction my friends would eventually meet me from. 

The man drove away, and I was left really puzzled. What the hell was that? Before I had any time to really think about it, my friends could be seen just up ahead, and we went on to have a regular hangout. Now while that interaction had left me a little confused, I felt like it would be weird to mention to my friends, so I kept it to myself. 

Later, thinking about it, I tried to piece together what actually went down. I assumed the guy probably must have thought I was a hooker since I was standing on the corner of the street, but it was plain as day and I was wearing my normal baggy clothes, so I still wasn’t sure. There was obviously also the possibility the dude was like a serial killer or something, but that seemed less likely, he gave me the impression he wanted sex. Regardless I couldn’t figure out what made him clock me as a gay kid, and it did weird me out because I was around 17 at the time so even now I’m very glad I had the common sense to keep my distance. I may have my slutty ways nowadays but I knew better than to lend myself to these random guys while I was still a minor and fairly vulnerable (very obvious reminder DO NOT BE LIKE THIS DUDE, DO NOT SOLICIT MINORS 👍).

All that said though, despite the creep factor, that incident did eventually spark an interest in what might have happened were the circumstances a little different. If I had been older, and if I hadn’t been waiting for my friends, would I have been so opposed to some anonymous car hookup? It was a thought that kinda stuck with me for a while.

Fast forward a few years later. During my Grindr “hiatus”, it was another regular Wednesday night and I was leaving the house to go to practice in my old music school, which was about a 15 minute walk or so from my home. I organized myself to leave about 20 minutes before it would begin so I’d have a headstart.

On my way there, walking down the first busy street past my home, I heard a car honk. I ignored it, presuming it was directed at someone else, when a car switched lanes and passed right next to me, parking just a little further ahead. At this point it seemed like whoever that was *might* be attempting to speak to me, so I continued walking until I reached where the car was.

The man in the car greeted me. He was maybe like 28, I think at the time I got a good look at him but I can’t really remember his face that well, other than that he was conventionally handsome. He asked me if I remembered him, which I most certainly did not, and he told me we had spoken on “the app” (Grindr) but never got around to meeting in real life. Truth was I genuinely couldn’t remember him, but there was probably a myriad of reasons for that. But I definitely had spoken to him because he could recognize me just from seeing me on the street, and since my profile was not a face pic, for him to recognize me I’d have to have sent him a face pic in his DMs.

He asked me where I was going, to which I quickly answered to my practice. He asked if it was far, which it wasn’t, and he offered to give me a ride, which wouldn’t be much more than about ten minutes, and he’d drop me off there.

See, this was obviously making me think back to the question I asked back in the day, about what would’ve happened if I were approached with a similar proposition at some point, but once I was older, more comfortable with my sexuality, and didn’t have people expecting me immediately. Quickly assessing my options, I decided, “what the hell, it might be a memorable experience.” It definitely was.

So the guy opened his car door and invited me in. I walked in, and he told me we would drive around till we found a nice place to park the car for a little bit, and then he’d drop me off at my music school. When he began to drive, he fondled his cock a little. At this point, even though I was excited and very horny, I was also extremely nervous. He very boldly grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch, guiding it into his pants and wrapping it around his now hardening cock. At some point in between all of this, he mumbled that he was headed to the gym after our joyride.

I very nervously jerked his cock, flinching and stopping my movements every time the car stopped at a red light. His windows weren’t tinted which made me feel like we could get noticed by any passer-by. He began to notice my nervousness as his cock literally softened in my sweaty palms as I completely forgot I was supposed to be jacking him off. I clumsily firmed my hand again, returning to a steady jerking motion. I was avoiding eye contact because of my nervousness but feeling his cock harden in my hand was a huge turn-on. We drove until we reached the corners of our town where there were less streetlights or cars, and eventually we found a cozy, dark enough corner that the turned off car wouldn’t call much attention even if someone walked by it.

Now that we were parked and comfy, he looked at me and pushed me down to suck him off. At this point, I had come to realize how long it had been since I had sucked cock, and by God I missed it. My warm lips were apparently what he was missing to begin moaning. He soon let me know he was getting close, and I began lifting my mouth off his cock to jerk him off to orgasm, but he held my head and told me to keep sucking him all the way through. As his cock went all the way down my throat he began groaning as he shot several ropes of cum into my mouth, and he held me in place until he finished. When he was done, he opened the window for me to spit it out.

As promised, he drove me to the corner of the street where my music school was, said bye to me and drove off. So just like that, I walked off to my practice like nothing happened, had a perfectly normal night, and never saw the dude again. It went by so fast I actually made it on time, so I only really thought about the experience properly way after the fact.

Now I will say that while it was pretty fun, it was also admittedly a little strange and had some weird unintended impacts on me I think. I’ve always been a very street-anxious person (for a few unrelated reasons), but this encounter made me slightly paranoid that I might be clocked by any random Grindr dude who happens to recognize me at any time, and that thought kind of unsettles me to some degree. It’s kind of hard to explain because I don’t want to sound like it was a bad decision necessarily, but rather a learning one perhaps? Like, I lived the fantasy, it was OK as like a one time thing, but after several different encounters I can say that I prefer my hookups to be preplanned and non-spontaneous.

With both hands on the steering wheel I tried my level best to comprehend what his…very handsome man next to me just divulged to me.

“Slender? That’s your name? You sure about that, man?”

The homeless beggar that was currently inside my car, only this time without the sickening smell or should I say, stench, that he had clinging to him a week or so ago, solidly threw his head back and choked back an almighty laugh.

“It’s true! That’s what I’ve been called ever since I can remember. I’ve always been tall and scrawny like you see me here now. Like I said, Maria and I have never known our real parents. We were literally dumped at a garage toilet, they obviously didn’t have the means to look after us. We’ve been on the streets our whole lives.”

There was a moment of awkward silence in the car, as I continued to drive to the hospital as fast as I possibly could, to see if Phil was okay. Last chapter, after we were both just coming out of our local pub having celebrating pulling in the mother of all advertising deals for our company that we co-owned, Slender’s fellow beggars decided to thoroughly assault said pub with bricks and other tools…I didn’t even wanna know what else they had used…but as luck would have had it, Phil got struck with a brick on the side of his head and it was Slender who came to our rescue after my buddy had a seizure as a result.

Slender, the very same beggar that I had given a massive R200 to when I had met him at an intersection about a week ago, and the very same beggar who was currently beside me in my very expensive BMW. On paper he should have been feeling more out of place than a fart inside a bloody perfume factory.

He had demanded to come with me to hospital to see if Phil was okay, since he believed it was partly his fault that the attack had happened in the first place.

Lets just say those beggars didn’t take it too well given the fact that the owner of said pub had given Slender and his sister Maria jobs as security guards, but in the same breath, made the BIG mistake of chasing the rest of them away when they also wanted employment. They searched for and got their revenge unfortunately, good and proper with my fucking best friend getting hurt in the process.

“You must have a good job to afford things like this…” Slender said once more, looking around the car like a small boy would inside a candy store.

“Me and Phil are co-owners of a advertising agency. I’ve known him for…wow, my entire life. We have known each other since kindergarten. Oh, here we are…” I replied before turning into the parking lot at the nearest hospital where ambulance and paramedics on duty had taken Phil.

It was a private hospital and I really shuddered to think that even with Ribbed now confirmed as our new permanent clients, what the bill for all of this was going to be.

Slender got out of my BMW and I had to smile as I saw how careful he was not to somehow hurt the car door as he closed it. I wasn’t sure if the hospital security was actually gonna allow him inside, looking like he was, with his hand me down ripped jeans and his dirty t-shirt he was wearing…not to mention the fact that he was skinny as hell with overgrown blond hair hanging over his face…but I decided to cross that bridge as we got to it.

“He’s with me,” I said emphatically to the dark skinned guard before he scanned me for possible weapons and then, it seemed, he took his time with Slender, ordering him to empty his pockets, scanning him several times and asking his questions in a threatening manner…but what infuriated me the most, was that he called Slender a “mlungu” which even I knew was a very, very degrading word that black South Africans called the Caucasian folk living in the country.

I didn’t fancy getting arrested for obstruction of justice or some shit like that, so I just kept quiet, but I sure as hell felt the sheer crappiest that I have done in a bloody long time. When Slender finally joined me, he just shrugged his shoulders, as if he was sadly used to this sort of treatment from others and walked with me towards the nurses station.

They told me that Phil was in Intensive care and they didn’t even want me to see him without me being a blood relation or a family member. I actually lied and told them that he was my brother. Slender nodded, in conformation, wanting to assist.

We were only really able to see Phil through the window in the ICU unit, which as the nurse explained, meant he was stable, yet critical. I pressed my hand palm against that window and as things were when someone you know and love were in grave danger, all those times that we had spent together, from the very day we had met when we were a mere five years old, shooting our shit in primary school, learning all about the harsh reality of this world in our high school days, being there for each other as we were mercilessly bullied by the jocks of said high school…before we finally managed to get out of that town, that era, that stigma…and eventually got our University degrees, and started this company that we now co-owned.

All the times that I could have confided in my best buddy that I was in fact gay…that I was living a lie with marrying Jane, that I ached… yearned for a male body in my arms at night.

All the times I wanted to come clean and I didn’t.. and now, right then at least, I didn’t know if I would ever get another change to be honest with him.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

For a moment I was so lost in my morbid thoughts that I didn’t quite realize where I was and therefore I spanned around and bumped straight into Slender. If it wasn’t for his tall posture and lanky arms to stop me and my turbulence, I would have solidly fallen on top of him.

For just a moment…a single split second…

My god. His eyes. They were blue. Royal blue.

Jesus.

“I’m sorry. Damn, did I hurt you?” I asked, slurring my words slightly.

What just happened? There was a little twinge earlier in the car as well when we were talking and he looked me straight in the eyes…even then, even more so, with the afternoon sun reflecting inside them…his eyes…they were so.. so beautiful.

Slender chuckled and held me upright before placing me back into my normal standing position.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a little bump to hurt me,” he said and once more…his entire face lightened up as he smiled.

I had to get out of there.

Fast.

But no…I couldn’t leave before I knew for sure, a full one hundred percent at that, that Phil was gonna be okay.

And since I had driven Slender here with me it was after all only fair that I gave him a ride home, wherever that was, for him and his twin sister, Maria.

Sigh…it was gonna be a long few hours…

* * *

“Jane! You came!”

My darling wife came running out of the elevator about an hour after me and Slender had arrived in the first place and she about threw herself in my arms. Poor Slender stood aside with a slight smile on his dirty face as Jane demanded to know if Phil was going to be okay and what exactly had happened in the first place.

Before I could tell her exactly what had happened with the beggars and all, her eyes fell on Slender, who was still watching us.

“Max…who is…that?” Jane whispered and I felt a shudder go through her as she spoke those words.

I gently released her from the hug and motioned for Slender to come a little closer.

“Max! He might be dangerous!” Jane shamefully hissed before I could even stop her.

That wasn’t even the worst. Slender had heard her. The look on his face had said it all. Those eyes…those beautiful blue eyes that I had gotten lost in before was now suddenly a grayish green.

“Don’t worry, Mam. I’ll just go.”

Something inside me broke. No…

“Slender…look, Jane, lets just all chill for a second. Jane, he was the guy who helped us rescue Phil from the intruders. He’s on our side. He just wanted to come with me to see of Phil was gonna be okay. Nothing more, nothing less.

Best not to tell Jane that it was Slender’s acquaintances who had trashed the pub…

Slender smiled shyly and looked towards the elevator before looking back at me.

“It’s okay, Sir. Don’t worry, I’ll be on my way. I know that Mister Phil is in good hands here. Good night, Sir. Good night, Mam.”

Why did I wanna stop him so badly? Why did my heart ache when I saw him leave, step by step, eventually reaching said elevator and then him finally getting inside…was the security guards going to be giving him yet another hard time…was he gonna be okay getting back to the pub and back to his sister…?

“Jane, wait here. I can’t just let him go like this…” I whispered and stormed after Slender.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a small voice was asking me what the fucking hell I was doing, what I was playing at, leaving my wife behind to run after a beggar…

When I reached the ground floor I saw that he was way ahead of me, already heading out of the hospital, his hands buried inside his pockets. It was nearly early evening, and it was getting colder and colder the more later it got. You wanna tell me he’s gonna walk all the way back the way we had come with my car…NO!

“Slender, wait up!”

I saw him turn around and once more, his eyes lit up immediately as he saw me running towards him. I was exhausted the moment that I reached him…I keep telling myself I’ll go to the gym one of these days but I just never can find the time.

“Sir…?”

“Okay…you gotta stop calling me that. My name is Max. Look, I can’t let you walk all the way back. I’ll go drop you off and then get back to the hospital. Come on, dude, it’s the least I can fucking do.”

Slender took a deep breath, his eyes riveting fleetingly upwards to where Jane was still waiting with Phil in the ICU area…and then back at me.

“Your wife…she’s not gonna like this…” he said slowly, before blowing his breath on both of his hands in the form of a fist, for extra warmth from the cold.

How do I explain to him…she might be my wife, but at that moment and time I was more attracted to him…to a mere beggar who until recently, lived on the streets…than I was to Jane? 

Granted I had been gay long before I had met either of them…but still.

“Look, I’m dropping you off. I brought you here and I’m taking you back,” I hissed full of determination, and walked to my car, not bothering to look if Slender was actually following me.

I knew that he did eventually, as I heard him behind me. I sent Jane a quick text to say that I was taking Slender back to where I had found him, and that I would be back at the hospital as soon as I can. By the time I had Slender in the car and I had turned the car key into the exhaust, Jane still hadn’t replied.

End of story.

* * *

“The wife…she’s a looker, I have to say. You did well, Sir…I mean, Max.”

I heard laughter in Slender’s voice as he spoke. He was once more staring out of the window, sort of as if he was savoring every second he had left inside my BMW.

“You think so? I bet you have loads of girlfriends all after you as well,” I joked back enthusiastically.

It was just so easy to talk to him, a virtual stranger who I had given money to at a busy intersection, our paths crossing yet again through tragedy. It literally felt as if I had known him for years.

Slender was suddenly quiet.

Way too quiet.

It took me a fair few seconds to realize that he wasn’t responding to what I had said.

“You okay? Hey…talk to me,” I urged as he got nearer and nearer to what was left of the pub. The rooms at the back of the small rooms where Slender and Maria was staying was, too my knowledge, unharmed and they should thus still have a place at least to sleep safely for the night at least.

Slender sniffed and then he turned towards me. I saw a tear rolling down his cheek.

It was like an avalanche had disintegrated my heart.

“Fuck sake…dude…I didn’t…I mean…”

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t your fault after all. It happens when you live on the streets.”

His whole demeanor had changed. Gone was the friendly, smiling man I had gotten to know all afternoon, and in his place was this shivering, sad human being.

“What happened? Please tell me…” I said softly, as if I was talking to a child.

Slender turned fully towards me and it seemed like he was seeing and relieving painful memories inside his mind’s eye. Something, some dark moments that only he could divulge into.

“Max, your wife is waiting for you…”

“I don’t give a shit, please tell me.”

His eyes flickered.

Alarmingly.

Only then, I realized just what I had uttered.

Fuck. Fuck!

What was he thinking of me right now? After THAT?

Oh, he’s gonna steer well clear of me now that was for damn sure. The fucking weirdo with the BMW and the sexy wife. Yeah…well done, Max.

But then, he licked his lips, he hovered…before…

“I told him not to get involved with them. I told him, over and over and OVER. Ricco just didn’t wanna listen. He just kept going back…”

Again, he stopped. He spoke almost like… mechanically. As if he wanted to be sure of EVERY detail.

But who was he talking about?

Deep breath, and I did the only thing I could think of. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He shook with emotion. Whatever he was going through, whatever he was seeing in his mind…it was causing him unbearable pain.

“Who is Ricco?” I dared to ask.

Slender cleared his throat and coughed once.

“My…my boyfriend…”

* * *

“I told him. I told him, I said, stay away from Rambo and his drug dealers. We were happy, even times when we had nothing to eat at nights, before Rambo got his claws into him. He was never the same after that. Seeing you and Mister Phil this afternoon, him just laying there and not opening his eyes…it brought everything back. Ricco overdosed on meth. He simply couldn’t take this life anymore and I nearly damn well joined him. His parents threw him out for being gay, years before and he could never get over that, no matter how happy we were or how hard he had tried. Rambo…well, Ricco thought that he could help us, financially, if he did Rambo’s dirty work. In the end, it killed him. Nothing is ever free in Rambo’s world. The meth had to be tested before selling it. And guess who was the guinea pig? Got him hooked on the stuff, the worthless piece of shit.”

I knew I had problems in my life with my company and me being gay, and now with Phil being in hospital…but that was NOTHING compared, in fact, it was jelly tots in comparison to what Slender had gone through in his short life.

I took my hand from his shoulder and together, we sat in my car in front of the virtually destroyed pub and grill, in the dark.

Just us.

Neither of us made any moves to actually get out of the car or to leave the other.

“You gonna be okay?” I whispered, so softly that at first I wasn’t sure if Slender had heard me.

He sighed, before patting my leg with his hand.

“I have to be. Maria and the kids need me. Hey, life’s not all bad! We have a place to sleep tonight and we have a little money to keep us going. Don’t even think about giving me some…” Slender warned, his angelic voice rising a few notes as he saw me reaching for my wallet in my jacket pocket.

How did he know…of course. It was in the exact same place where I had taken it out that fateful day I gave him a R200 cash when I had nothing else on me.

“Not even a R50? At least?” I genuinely asked, and he even more genuinely shook his head as no, one more time.

“Keep it. You work hard for it. Well, I guess I gotta go. Hey…”

There they were again. His eyes. His beautiful…beautiful blue eyes. They were sparkling in the moonlight. Or so I thought. Who cared? And it was then that I once more thought…what was he doing on the streets?

He was the most…handsome man I had EVER seen…unfortunately poverty didn’t worry about your looks, when it came around in life.

“Yeah?” I answered.

I hoped and prayed he didn’t see right through me. Confusion was busy fucking with my brain and heavily so. If you told me one day long ago I’d be attracted to a homeless guy…I’d have fucked you up good and proper.

Slender looked down and for a moment…I would seriously have thought he was leaning in to kiss me and god knows I WOULD have kissed him back…

…but no. He smiled and got out of the car.

“Better get a shower in whilst the water is still hot. You never know with these places. I’ll see ya!” he said before carefully closing the door and quickly jogging off towards the back of the pub where he and his sister was staying.

With the pub trashed…who knew for how long they would be allowed to stay here?

Jesus.

All I could think about as I spent some ten or so minutes simply existing their in the darkness, and I was flabbergasted at how one person can come into your life and simply mess with everything you thought you knew.

I didn’t even know how this happened. I’m sorry but when you think of sexy, virile and hot men to sleep with…I mean, homeless beggars simply didn’t form part of that equation!

I felt like shit.

I grabbed my wallet yet again and checked inside. I had two R50 notes stuffed between numerous credit card receipts. Like I had said in the previous chapter, I really didn’t like to actually have cash on me, as Cape Town did unfortunately have a huge crime rate. But…call me selfish, call me weird. 

Call me nosy.

I honestly just meant to help.

Before I knew what I was doing I got out of my car. I didn’t actually give Jane a second thought. 

With the money squeezed tightly in my hand…I kinda planned on leaving it on the inside of the back room where they were sleeping in, or at the very least, give the cash to Maria, Slender’s twin sister, if he refused to take it.

Don’t ask me what was going through my head, all I knew was that I HAD TO DO SOMETHING. I hated, HATED just driving away from here when I could have helped them.

* * *

As I carefully entered the room, I once more saw that although it was very, very small, that everything was neat and clean. I wondered where Maria and her two children was…they had to be in here somewhere…it was freezing out side.

Well, this was going great, wasn’t it?

Screw this, I’d simply place the money on the table next to their small kettle. They were bound to find it there. Coffee was essential.

The moment I had placed the two R50 notes down…

…was the exact same moment that Slender appeared from the inside.

Lord almighty.

He was only wearing a towel.

His chest…it was ripped beyond belief. His six pack abs were fully on display as he had probably just come out of the shower. His thick blond hair was dashed across his head, leaving his face open and clean. His biceps were muscular and firm. He smelled like soap…the most amazing aroma that can elicit from another man. His chest was hairless and each and every one of those six blocks that formed part of his stomach was quite literally BEGGING to be touched and even tasted…

“Fuck…”

The word was out before I could stop myself.

Slender looked down at his body, and then back at me…and suddenly it was like a light had been switched on inside his brain.

It was the way his eyes widened and especially the way he slowly swallowed…probably in sheer disbelief.

Oh god…oh god…he knew.

He KNEW!!

WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW??

My eyes fluttered awake, and I blinked at the bright morning light shining through the bedroom window. After my first thought to get up and ready for work, I relaxed realizing it was Saturday. I stretched out my arms and inhaled deeply, smelling the musky scent of my lover who was still sleeping next to me. I draped my arm back over his body as I curled around him, his slightly shorter frame fitting perfectly within mine. I felt my morning wood strain against the pouch of my jockstrap as it rubbed up against his muscular buttocks.

After a few minutes he began to stir, and I softly kissed his shoulder and the back of his neck. He rolled over to face me, and our eyes met. I stared into his eyes for a moment before he put his hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met lightly for a moment before he pulled slightly away and whispered, “good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning,” I grinned, flattered by his compliment.

We leaned back into each other, and our lips met again; I could feel him smiling back.

We began to kiss more passionately, my lips pulling slightly apart and our tongues meeting and swirling around together. I used my arm to pull his body against mine and felt the heat and hardness of his morning wood press against mine through the jockstrap’s fabric. We both moaned slightly into each other’s mouth. He ran his hand through my hair and rested it on the side of my face as I slid one of my hands down his back until it caressed one of his butt cheeks.

My fingers found his hole and I began to lightly rub it, causing him to moan louder. We rolled over so that he was on top of me, his comforting weight pressing down against me. He kissed my neck, working his way down to my collar bone, then across to my other shoulder, and back up to my neck. He licked up to my ear and nibbled on the lobe before swirling his tongue around the folds. He switched to my other ear, repeating the process. After a quick peck on the lips, he began kissing down my body, stopping to swirl his tongue around my nipples and lightly suck at them. I pushed my head back and moaned.

He continued down, running his tongue over my abs before kissing the tip of my dick through the jockstrap. He pulled the jockstrap down and slid it off me. My dick sprung upwards, the head leaking and wet. He quickly licked up my precum before sliding his warm, wet mouth over the head of my cock. He began to bob his head up and down, his eyes never leaving mine. After a few minutes, I felt the cum rising inside me.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I gasped.

He let my cock fall from his mouth and moved down to lick my balls. The feeling receded. I spread my legs apart and he took the invitation to move even further south. His tongue lightly teased my puckered hole as he licked up and down my crack. He finally took his tongue and pushed it inside. After eating me out for what felt like eternity, he leaned back.

“Let’s sixty-nine.”

He laid back on the bed and I moved over him, positioning my ass in front of his face. He began to rim me again and I turned my attention to his hard manhood that stood in front of me. I ran my tongue around the head and over his slit, devouring the salty treat leaking from it and savoring its taste in my mouth. After a moment, I began to slide my lips up and down his shaft, taking him inside my mouth.

His tongue suddenly pulled away from my hole and was replaced by a finger that pressed against me. I moaned as it slid inside me, filling me with warmth. He began to kiss and nip my butt cheeks as he moved the finger slowly in and out of me.

“Ready for more?” he asked after a minute.

“Uh huh,” I moaned, my mouth still wrapped around his cock.

He slid another finger into my tight hole. He pushed them in and out of me for several minutes before I pulled forward and they slipped out of me. I got up, grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and squirted some onto my hand. I wrapped it around his dick, sliding it up and down the shaft and over the head, covering his member and causing him to moan. I squeezed out more and rubbed it into my hole, slipping my own fingers inside.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I said.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he grinned.

I crouched over him and pressed my hole down onto the head of his cock. After a moment of resistance, I felt it slip inside. Our eyes met as we both moaned. I continued to slide myself down onto his dick while looking at his handsome, sweaty face. I felt his balls against my ass as his entire cock filled my hole. The feeling of his whole manhood wrapped tightly inside, filling me up me was amazing. I wanted more. I began to rock forward and backward, sliding it in and out of me, fucking myself with his dick.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, babe. Keep going.”

I leaned forward and we began to kiss again. He began to move his hips in sink with me, pressing his cock even deeper inside and sending pulses of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“You like that?” he mumbled into my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I mumbled back.

“Your hole feels so good!”

I continued to ride him for several minutes as our pace increased to a frenzy.

“Oh, fuck I’m close,” he said through ragged breath.

“I want your load inside me,” I replied.

A moment later he thrust all the way into me, and I felt his cock throb.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, oh fuck! I’m coming!”

His hot seed exploded deep inside me, his cock throbbing again and again. I began to fuck myself on him again, feeling the warm cum sliding around his manhood and slipping out of my used hole. A moment later he slipped out of me, and I flipped myself around so we could sixty-nine again. I stared at his semi-hard cock for a moment, enjoying the sight of it covered from head to base with warm, sticky cum. More globs of his seed ran down his balls. I began to lick them up, rolling the cum around my mouth, savoring the salty, slightly bitter flavor. I licked up and down his cock, collecting more cum, before wrapping my lips around his sensitive cock head. He shuttered and moaned.

His tongue again probed my open hole as his seed leaked out of me, running down my ass and balls. Not wanting to let any cum go to waste, he licked the loose drops up before returning to my hole to suck out more. After we had both collected all the cum we could, I flipped back over bringing my face close to his before we pressed our lips together. Our lips parted and his cum began to flow between our mouths as our tongues swirled together, savoring his flavor.

I began to stroke myself as we continued to make out. Knowing where he wanted my load, as I got close, I raised myself on my knees putting my cock in front of his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked my head as I stroked myself. I felt my load rise up inside me.

“I’m close.”

“Give it to me.”

“Ohhhh fuckkkk!”

My cock exploded. My cum splattered his forehead and down across his nose and outstretched tongue. Shot after shot landed on his cheeks, nose, and tongue. A moment after the last shot of cum hit his lips, he opened his eyes and looked up at me, his whole face covered in my creamy white load. He took my still-hard cock in his mouth, sucking any remaining cum from my dick. It was too much for my sensitive cock head and I pulled away.

I reclined next to him, and we turned to face each other. He leaned over to kiss me, sliding his cum-covered tongue between my lips. I pulled back and began to lick his face, collecting my load before returning to his mouth to share it with him.

“You taste so good,” he said as he pulled away to look at me.

“Not as good as you,” I replied, grinning at him.

“I guess I’ll need to taste some more to decide,” he grinned cheekily back.

“Ready for round two?”

“Definitely! My hole needs a good pounding.”

“They literally taste the same,” I said, handing Kayla back her glass of wine and reclaiming my own from her hand. We sprawled lazily on her bed, letting the credits of some show run in the background as we relaxed.

Kayla and I had been sipping wine for the better part of the evening. Well, mostly me sipping, and her gossiping about what woes had the audacity to plague her this day. She was my best friend though, so I didn’t mind listening—it came with wine anyways.

“It’s getting late,” I eventually said. “I won’t keep you from your boyfriend.” I checked my watch—less than an hour to midnight. Kayla silently sent a text, turning the glass of wine without drinking.

“About that,” she said, “I wanted to ask you something. Well, he did—or we did, feel free to say no, it was just an idea that we had. I mean, don’t feel awkward, it is a compliment really.”

“Awkward about—what?” I laughed.

Kayla sent another text. “Would you be interested in—a threesome with Bron and me?”

I nearly dropped the glass, smirking down another sip. “Good one,” I jested, “you got me. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been a bit since I was intimate with someone, but you don’t need to tease. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

She stopped me as I started to get up. “I am being serious, Steph,” she said with a grin. “Just hear me out—Bron has this fantasy, okay, about having a three way. And I kind of have a fantasy about watching him fuck someone else in front of me. So—he thought, since you’re my best friend—”

“That I’d fuck your boyfriend?” I asked, still wondering if it were a joke.

“While I watched—yes,” Kayla said, “and I’d be fucking him as well, of course—sounds fun, right?”

“I think you have had a bit too much wine,” I teased. I bit my lip at the thought. Bron was a good looking guy. And Kayla, well I knew basically everything about her and their sex life. Well, I thought I did. I never thought I would have been invited into it.

I took another sip of wine.

“It’s just an idea we had,” she said, “if you’re not into it—”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay?” she smiled. “You’re down for a three way?”

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about Bron,” I whispered. “As long as you’re okay with—sharing your boyfriend with me. That sounds weird when I say it.”

Kayla sent a gleeful text. “Nah, I was the one who suggested it in the first place.”

“So,” I asked, “when did you plan on having it?”

“Right now,” Kayla said.

“Right now?” I gasped. “But I—I am don’t look sexy in this romper.”

“You look fine, Steph. Besides, I’ll help you out of that romper soon enough.”

I started to say something when Bron opened the bedroom door with his phone in his hand and a grin on his face. He had a thick stubble that made him look rugged. I blushed when he looked at me.

“So—how should we start this?” he asked nervously, laying half off the bed between Kayla and me.

“By thanking Steph for saying yes and not immediately running away,” Kayla said, pulling back her hair and tying it into a ponytail.

“Really, Steph, don’t feel pressured—if you aren’t into this—”

“I am into it,” I said almost too eagerly. “I mean, feels good that you asked me to join you.”

“So—start us off Bron,” Kayla said. “It’s your fantasy. What is first?”

“I—uh—I don’t know, exactly,” he whispered anxiously, eyes shifting between Kayla and me.

I giggled. Glad to know he is just as nervous as I am.

Kayla shook her head and smiled. “Alright, I’ll help you out. Bron, lay back in the middle of the bed. And Steph, get on your knees with me at the end.” I set down the glass of wine, then got on my knees on the end of the bed, me on one side of Bron and Kayla on the other.

Bron propped up his head with a pillow. Kayla ran a finger along my jaw, then kissed me slowly. We had kissed before when we were younger, mostly just for the practice, but not like this.

She slipped her tongue against mine, intentionally sloppy as Bron watched eagerly. I liked the idea that it was turning him on, and so I played along. I cupped her boob and she moaned, biting my lip then looking at Bron.

“Is that what you want to see?” Kayla whispered with hot breaths.

“Mmhmm,” Bron replied

Kayla cupped my breasts back, pushing into my lips with a fury.

“Do you like it?” she asked Bron.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“How much?” Kayla asked, sliding onto all fours, and crawling up his legs. I watched with thundering heartbeats as Kayla laid down on one side of him, stopping at his waist, and waving for me to lay down on the opposite side.

She slowly undid the belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling at the band. I bit my lip as his cock popped out, my mouth watering with anticipation. Kayla gripped his shaft with both hands, and I leaned in a little closer.

Kayla put her feet in the air, and she stroked him, shooting me a glance. I did the same, pulling slowly at my sock to show my soles before tossing them off with a tease. Bron watched with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

She waved my with her eyebrows, and I grabbed his cock around the base of his shaft while Kayla still held the top. We both moved in rhythm until a dribble of precum dripped down our fingers.

Kayla repositioned, then put the tip of his cock in her mouth. I kept stroking as she sucked, feeling her wet lips against my hand with each thrust. She moaned, pulling back, and leaving him slick.

I started to stroke his entire shaft, looking from his cock to him. “Do you want me to suck your cock,” I whispered, almost surprised to hear myself saying it. I want to suck your cock, I thought. I grabbed his balls with my other hand as I kept stroking.

“Yes,” he whispered.

I scootched up a bit, then took his cock in my mouth. It could barely fit my lips around it, swirling my tongue around the edge of the tip. When I tasted his precum, I moaned.

Kayla pulled at the shoulder straps of my romper as I suck him, pushing the romper down until it slumped to the side of the bed. She held the arch of my foot against her face, then started to lick my soles. Bron’s eyes shifted between Kayla and I, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

I kiss my way down to his balls, running my tongue beneath his sack. I teased his balls, sucking one softly while stroking his shaft. I wanted to taste every corner—wrap my tongue around every edge, Kayla suck on my toes.

She stopped, sitting beside me, and watching as I took her husband’s cock deeper into my mouth. She pushed on the back of my head, forcing him down my throat. I coughed and gasped for air, spittle dripping from my mouth and down his cock.

I had been so focused on sucking him off that I hadn’t noticed Kayla had slid off her shorts. She put one leg over my back and the other over Bron’s stomach, leaning back and fingering her pussy as she watched.

I traced the inside of her leg with my hand, then slid a finger into her. Bron moaned and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Kayla moaned and moved more onto his lap so that her pussy was right next to his cock.

Holding his cock, I teased her pussy, licking along his shaft and her lips at the same time. I switched off slowly, in one moment taking Bron down my throat, and the next my tongue deep in Kayla.

She straddled him and took him. I slid around, scooting up to kiss Bron while Kayla rode him. His scruff was rough against my cheeks. I bit at his lip, then watched his cock. Kayla leaned forward and undid my bra. As I slid it off, Bron licked at my breasts. He pulled at my nipple piercing with his tongue.

Kayla pushed my legs open and slid off my panties. I was nervous at first, watching Bron’s reaction as my transgirl cock fell out. I started to tuck it back when Kayla started to stroke me. I was still a little limp, but it felt so good.

I leaned down and pulled his cock out of her and put it in my mouth. Kayla grabbed my hips, pulling me forward and moving my legs so that I was straddling Bron’s face. He grabbed my butt with both hands as I continued to suck his cock, then started to eat my ass.

I moaned uncontrollably as I felt his tongue inside of me, swirling around my asshole. Kayla laid between his legs, sucking his balls while I licked his shaft. “Do you want him in your ass?” she whispered, pulling on his balls with her lips.

“Yes,” I whispered. She spun me again so that I was sitting on his lap, my legs on either shoulder. I grabbed the tip of his cock and pushed it into my ass. It was so tight that I had to pull out a few times. I arched back, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he was fully in me. He was so big I could almost feel his cock throbbing in my stomach.

He pulled out and I gasped with pleasure. Kayla grabbed his cock and mine, holding them together and stroking them at the same time. Then she sat between us, her back to me, and shoved both our cocks inside of her. I liked the way that Bron’s cock felt against mine in her pussy.

She moaned as I put a finger in her asshole. She slid out my transcock, then pressed in against her ass. I pushed the tip into her asshole as it tensed around me. It was so tight I could hardly push more.

She got up, and I grabbed his cock, guiding it back into my ass. I slowly took him in and out, savoring the pain and pleasure. Kayla put her head between us and took my transgirl cock in her mouth. I moaned, Bron thrusting harder and harder. I closed my eyes, feeling Bron’s cock inside of me, pulsating and warm. And then I felt my breathing pick up.

“I—I think I am going to—to cum—” I whispered. Bron stopped thrusting and pushed his cock deep inside of me. I could feel his balls against my thighs.

Kayla squealed with a laugh as I cummed, my transgirl cock still half limp and fully in her mouth. I could feel my ass tensing against his cock as I quivered. Nothing had ever felt so good—so much so that I had to hold onto Bron’s shoulders so that I would not topple.

She opened her mouth, twirling my cum with her cum so that Bron could see. I pulled her in and kissed her. We swapped the cum back and forth, letting it fall into each other’s mouths. I held my mouth open for Bron, then swallowed it down. It was not the first time I had eaten my own cum.

“Get on all fours,” he groaned as he pulled his cock out of me and started to get on his knees. I did as he wanted, getting down on all fours with my ass toward him. Kayla moved to the end of the bed; her legs spread in front of me.

Bron bent down and ate my ass again briefly, then slammed his cock into me. I bounced forward from the force. Kayla grabbed my head and pulled me toward her pussy. I licked her as her husband fucked me from behind. His balls slapped against me as he thrust.

He leaned down and grabbed my breasts, pulling my body against his chest. His breathing slowed, and I knew what was about to happen.

“I am going to cum,” he whispered.

I spun around still on all fours, taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked the tip quickly, waiting for it to start. I pulled at his balls, driving him further down my throat.

Cum filled my mouth. His cock pulsed over and over against my tongue. I kept him in my mouth the entire time, keeping ever last drop. He gave out a sigh of pleasure, then fell backwards against the bed.

I got down on my stomach, putting my feet up and licking the last bit of cum from his cock. I opened my mouth so that he could see, Kayla laying down next to me and watching. I held the cum in my mouth, then let is slowly drip down his cock, continuing to suck it up.

It took two gulps to swallow it all.

Kayla curled up next to him and closed her eyes, exhausted. Bron laid back and watched as I held his cock lazily in my hand. I rested my head in his lap, licking the tip of his cock. I closed my eyes for a minute, suddenly tired.

And then I fell asleep, his cock in my hand, and the taste of his cum still in my throat.

They say you never go back once you had sex with a black guy. I’m here to tell you in my case it is true. I was in Queens one day and had to take a wicked piss. I was near the subway so I sought out a public bathroom. As I entered, there was a black guy at the urinals pissing. As I stood next to him, curiosity got the best of me and I glanced at his cock. It was huge and it was only half hard at the time. I started to piss and noticed he was looking at my cock also. As my stream of piss subsided  I felt my cock begin to harden.It was only compounded by me watching him fondle and jack off his cock which had quickly  grown in size to a good 10 inches of thick black cock. All at once he asked me if I wanted my cock sucked.

I looked around and said yeah but this place is too public and busy with people coming in. He said he knew a place near where we could go. I had never had a blowjob from a black guy and decided he would be my first. After walking a few blocks , we entered a small apartment  on the first floor of a private house. This black guy wasted no time and  unzipped my  jeans and tugged out my half hard cock already dripping loads of precum. After a few minutes fondling my cock and admiring its size which by the way was a good nine inches of white cock, he went to work. He swallowed my cock to my hairy balls with ease. I thought boy  he would have my load in no time and I wanted to make this encounter last more than five minutes. I found myself wanting to suck my first black cock.

I was getting close to cumming  and feeding him  a load I knew he wanted. I told him to stand up and let me do the same to him. He said let’s go to the bed , strip and get more comfortable. As we undressed I was drawn to this black cock as a moth to a flame. We ended up in the 69 position and I started to feed on my first black cock. It was different in taste and smell almost musky it was hard to describe but I liked it much more than sucking off a white guy.

He was a good cocksucker but I was better because in no time I was rewarded with a huge load from his balls. I was surprised after swallowing his thick load his cock stayed hard and that he wanted more. He continued to suck me to my own orgasm and he fed on a two week load of cum from my balls. I have to say it was one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. He said he wanted to fuck my ass which made me hesitant to do so because his cock was so big. I remember making so lame excuse which I have regretted to this day.

I went back to Westchester convinced I wanted to seek out my black guys to suck off. One day, I found myself in the Stamford train station  taking a shit and I noticed a hole in the side wall of the stall I was in. Someone entered and soon a dark skinned cock was sticking through. I wasted no time and engulfed it with my mouth wanting to taste a load of black cum. It wasn’t long til I was rewarded and as he left fully satisfied, he said to his friends you gotta try this guy’s mouth. That day, I sucked off  four black cocks and even got my load swallowed in return. 

This was the start of a never ending journey of sucking black cock.