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  • Alpha boy vs the body builder

    In the blue corner wearing his tight blue pant showing off his large bulge & tight twunk bubble butt standing at 6ft tall, we have the undomable, completely dominant & seductive Alpha boy. Someone that never submits & always seems to gain complete control of his opponent turning them into his personal sub slaves. The only wrestler know to possibly be more dominant would be Alpha man his Dad. He’s certainly learnt from the best.

    Then in the red corner in red shorts mountaining over pretty much everything at 7ft tall with the biggest muscle ever seen in the ring we have The body builder. Know to spend all of his time pumping iron, constantly working on his muscles he’s one fighter that loves being in control & on top.

    With having two wrestlers with neither one use to submitting, it makes this a truly interesting one.

    They both start by teasing & taunting each other, Alpha boy moves forward slightly whilst seeing his opponent check him out “you like my tight blue pants big man?” The big guy moves forward “I’m going enjoy ripping them off right before I fuck you boy” Alpha boy laughs & turns around to show his perfect tight bubble arse with his blue pants leaving very little to the imagination “you want my arse big man? No one fucks this arse so good luck”

    TBB moves forward giving Alpha boy a cheeky dominant spank “we’ll see about that boy, a round with me & you’ll be begging for my muscle meat, I’m bigger & stronger than you, this is going to be fun.”

    AB: Alpha boy turns around from being spanked “let get this over with big man, I need my dick sucking”

    TBB: “music to my ears” the big guy quickly moves in to grab Alpha boy in a bear hug lifting the twunk off the ground he sneaks in a few more spanks to try soften Alpha boys defence.

    AB: Alpha boy feels BBs huge unbreakable arms wrap around his body “fu…. your strong” whilst feeling little spanks on his arse. He manages to free one arm from the bear hug & uses it to bring the big guys head closure to initiate a lip lock.

    TBB: feeling the pretty boys lips get planted on his lips completely through him off, he thought to himself “a bear hug & a few spanks & this boy’s mine” while letting a little smile seep though the lip lock.

    AB: he felt the big guys arms loosen whilst Alphas feet go back on the ground he thought to himself “I’ve got him right were I want him” while lip locked at this stage (which turned into a never ending snog) alpha boy slowly walked the big guy backwards while tripping the guy onto his back ensuring the snogging continued.

    TBB: while lying on his back snogging Alpha boy he moved his hands down to alpha boys arse & started caressing his arse to help get him into a submissive mood.

    AB: I continued kissing him getting him to relax further getting ready to turn the tables, I felt his large muscle hands start to caress my arse, this was the perfect time to ponce, then I felt his fingers rub over my tight unexplored hole, my body betrayed me with myself letting out a small moan “ah fu…” I quickly closed my mouth to hide my pleasure.

    TBB: after hearing a small moan leave Alpha boys mouth he moves one hand back up to pull alpha boys hair to reveal his face from being hidden in the snogging, although the moans were clearly being held back his face was betraying him with blushes & him avoiding any eye contact “stop fighting it, you know you want me bitch boy” while he continues to rub his untamed arsehole more moans slip out of Alpha boys mouth. “That’s a good boy, give me that hole”

    AB: “oh fuck, your so strong” Alpha boy found it impossible to hide his submissive feelings while being held by his hair & getting his arse opened up, he was on top yet completely out of control.

    TBB: “you ready be my bitch boy yet my little slut? Your body’s telling me yes?”

    AB: he thought to himself “shit I’ve never felt like this, I need to get out of this position before it’s too late” after let a few more moans he looked into the big guys eyes who was still waiting for his answer “let’s lose the pants” (hoping he can snap out of it & regain some control)

    TBB: “good boy” I let his hair go whilst moving for a few more arse gropes. “You look cute when you moan with eye contact, now lose the pants” he lets Alpha boy go to remove his pants.

    AB: “glad you like me big guy” after being released Instead of removing my pants I move up the big guys chest whilst rubbing/admiring the guys huge muscles. “You’ve got my pants drenched in my own precum” while I sneak my precum stained bulge on the big guys face.

    TBB: “your drenched because you let the slut out, you let me take you my little bitch” I feel Alpha boy kneel over my arms & rub his bulge in my face. “That is a lot of precum”

    AB: “you smell that big guy? Give my bulge a kiss before I loose the pants” I continue to rub my bulge over his face while pinning his arms with my legs to avoid anymore arse play. 

    TBB: “Can I fuck you after?” I move in to kiss his twunk perfect bulge, I instantly get the smell & taste of his precum, then suddenly my urge to fuck his perfect arse gets overtaken by the urge to taste his dick with the bulge kissing turning into little sucks “damn wtf, I need to suck your dick”

    AB: I lean down to the big guys ear & whisper “I’ve got a secret, my alpha cum is addictive & is what helps turn all my opponents to subs, your mine now” I turn around putting my arse on his face but my bulge back on his mouth. This time I leave his arms free knowing he’s mine, I start rubbing my fingers down the big guys body until I reached his shorts. I slide my hands down his shorts & around his monster dick. “Damn it’s a good job I managed to flip this one, this bad boy would of split me in two”

    TBB: “Damn, I want your dick, I could take your arse right now but I want your dick more, please lose the pants” I feel his hands around my dick. “Fuc….. that feels good”

    AB: “you want my dick, admit defeat, submit  to me fully as a submissive & I’ll give you what you want”

    TBB: I submit, you win.

    AB: “And?”

    TBB: I submit to you fully as your submissive, please take me my master.

    AB: Alpha boy smiles while getting off the big guy “nobody tames me, now lose the shorts, get on your knees & kiss my bulge more while begging for masters alpha dick.”

    TBB: “yes master” I get up, remove the shorts as instructed, get on my knees & started to kiss his bulge as instructed. “Please master, give me your big beautiful dick.”

    AB: Alpha boy smiles while removing his soaking wet pants to reveal his huge raging alpha cock. “Get sucking bitch”

    TBB: I quickly get sucking masters dick now getting the full taste of his Alpha cum, my mind goes blank as now I’m just Alphas sub to be ordered as he pleased.

    AB: “ha, always fun putting a muscle god in his place” any outsiders looking in would just see a big muscle god sucking a twunk off being completely submissively. “Good, good job my big bitch, now get on all fours, time for the Alpha power fuck.”

    TBB: “yes master”

    AB: I start by eating his muscle arse, getting it nice & wet while hearing moans from the big guys mouth. “You ready for an Alpha fuck? If your good, maybe I’ll end in your mouth”

    TBB: “yes master, please I want to taste more alpha cum”

    AB: “good, now feel my dick fill your arse, it belong to me now”

    TBB: “oh fuck, that’s big, my arse is yours mast…. Oh fuc…..”

    AB: “Damn that’s a fine arse” Alpha boy started slow at 1st getting faster with each thrust until he gets up to the famous Alpha power fuck speed, once at full speed the big guys huge arms & legs go weak & he falls onto his stomach while Alpha boy continues to power fuck him.

    TBB: laying on his stomach the usual dominant muscle god was a drooling mess, letting out constant slutty moans.

    AB: “Damn your tight, time to finish this party, get you on your back”

    TBB: I try flip over onto my back but I struggle, master has to help me following the exhaustion from the power fuck. “Thank you master”

    AB: “your welcome now open your mouth” with the big guy on his back he tilts his head back while I kneel over his head. I slid my alpha cock in his mouth & down his throat with my balls hitting his eyes with each thrust, I place my had around his neck & go for a skull fuck until finally my alpha cock twitches & alpha cum starts flowing down the muscle gods throat. I pull my alpha cock out leaving a senseless defeated fighter, alpha boy smiles “your not beating anyone anymore my muscle bitch”

    End of match

    After match discussion:

    Interviewer: hey Alpha boy, looks like you’ve got another sub to serve you, looked tough at the beginning, how was the match for you?

    AB: hey, yeah a hot muscle god to boss around, not a bad day in the office lol. The match was tough, getting me in a bear hug at the beginning made it very difficult, was very hard to resist at times but he realised his place in the end.

    Interviewer: yeah it did look difficult at one point, I was convinced you were going to submit to him with the moans you were making.

    AB: yeah it was all apart of the plan, get him relax thinking I was ready the ponce.

    Interviewer: what do you think got him to submit in the end, he just seemed to give up randomly?

    AB: once he got a closer look at my body he realised who the Alpha & who the beta is. (Smile)

    Interviewer: so who do you think your next opponent is?

    AB: I don’t know, everyone I fight ends up my sub so is there anyone left lol I can take anyone on as did my father Alpha man, anytime, anyplace, any rules, you now were I am.

    Interviewer: thank you alpha boy, I’m sure another challenger will come, now on to The Body Builder who I believe has only just got up.

    Interviewer: hey, that was one hell of a match, I was certain you had it at the beginning, what happened?

    TBB: I tried at the beginning but I soon realised that he’s alpha boy my master, he owns me.

    Interviewer: oookay, what was it that made you realise that?

    TBB: everything, his alpha cock was amazing, only master can please me like that, he is the best. MASTER CAN I LEAVE THIS INTERVIEW NOW PLEASE, I NEED YOU.

    Interviewer: erm, okay, thank you for your time, enjoy your new life with master, thanks for reading everyone.

  • The Wardrobe Malfunction

    Christian

    Christian Foster is your prototypical Midwestern hot guy. With his shockingly blue eyes that contrast with his blond butch cut hair, creamy beige skin, yet seem to perfectly match his slightly chiseled jawline and boyish good looks, this 30 year old could have easily been a model in other parts of the world… but instead, he’s a low profile blue collar hunk who earns his income as a traveling customer service representative for Rainbow Brewing Company. He’s a great employee, but his best asset is… well, his ass. As a naturally athletic guy, Christian has always stayed in shape through either working out at home or staying active in various sports with his buddies. Even after college, he stayed physically active, becoming a part time physical trainer in the distant suburbs of his hometown. His upper body is nicely toned, but his lower body – especially that perfect bubble butt – is what sticks out the most. His work uniform doesn’t help matters, with a slim fit blue polo that accentuates his biceps and pecs to perfection… and rather cheap, thin slim fit navy blue dress slacks that look like they’re holding onto dear life while attempting to keep Christian’s milky white globes covered any time he bends over. The view from the front is just as controversial with a natural bulge obviously protruding from its jock strap clad package, making his slacks practically scream in agony as they are stretched nearly to their limits. Today’s itinerary was almost as taxing on his wardrobe as it was on his truck. He drove around about 120 miles or so today, checking in with retailers and filling orders as requested. His journey took him down main streets, country roads, scenic drives, and questionable routes. On occasion, he had to do some heavy lifting, which resulted in quite a workout for our Midwestern hunk… but also resulted in a hungry hunk. Time for a late lunch!

    * * * *

    “Damn that was good. A bit too good.” Christian thought to himself as he left Chicken Shack. His unexpected workout left him starving, and he filled up quite a bit with a 12 piece combo, large fry, and large Sweet Tea. He was walking back to his truck and noticed a car parked REALLY close to his truck, so close that he wasn’t sure that he could get in, let alone open the door. 

    “Fuck this, I gotta get back to the office.” he thought as he checked his watch. He squeezed his way in between his truck and the parked car, barely working his thick thighs and bubble butt through without getting stuck. He was able to get the door open – barely – and prepared to fight his way into his truck. He squirmed and squeezed his firm round ass in all of its deliciousness into the tight opening, catching his slacks on part of the door frame as a result. As a small hole slowly appeared on his left ass cheek, a long & dull RIPPPPPPPPPPPPP sounded off in Christian’s ears. “FUCK!” he audibly exclaims as he finally maneuvers his way back into his driver’s seat. Christian brushed his hand beneath his seat, cupping his left ass cheek to feel how bad the rip was. It wasn’t the worst, he thought, as he mostly felt snagged threads and no really noticeable tear. “Dodged a bullet there.” Christian backed out slowly of the parking spot and pulled off, hauling ass in more ways than one as he roared off towards I-75.

    The local roads aren’t in the best shape, and Christian is cautious on them for the most part. Some of the local back roads aren’t even paved and are filled with massive potholes, as he’s rediscovering today. Fortunately, he’s almost back on the interstate. Shortly after getting on the freeway, his tire warning light comes on, causing him to slow down and prepare to get off at the next exit. Christian thinks to himself, “Hopefully there’s a tire shop around here.” Unfortunately for him, the best he could find was a pullover at the next exit. He pulled into the rest area, turned off his radio, and heard – as well as felt – the literally deflating sound of a completely flat tire. “Dammit!” he said as he swiftly parked his pickup truck and got out to inspect the damage.

    Christian knew what to do. He grabbed his jack, his tire iron, and undid the top two buttons on his form fitting polo shirt. He walked over to the rear passenger side as passerby gawked at this Adonis in Distress. His muscles bulged and flexed through his shirt as he lifted the spare tire out of the bed of his truck and his pants looked like they were painted on. Some drivers slowed down as they caught a glimpse of this hot stud working up a slight sweat. The show was just getting started before Christian bent over and gave everyone a REAL sight to see. His slacks were not made to handle such toned corn-fed thickness, and as he squatted to remove the flat tire, a glorious RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP screamed out to the world, announcing that Christian’s formerly encased, perfectly round, pasty white bubble butt was on display for anyone who had to stop and pee on I-75. “You’re shitting me. Not now!” Christian said to himself, quickly attempting to cover the rip up with his hands and turning his back toward his truck. 

    “Too late, Macho Man… we saw that hot ass!” yelled a female driver as she pulled off. Many a commuter got a glance at that legendary ass before Christian tried to return to a state of decency. Not long after that, a Michigan state trooper pulled up behind Christian’s truck and noticed the hunk in distress as well. “Are you okay over here?” he asked.

    “I’ve been better, but thanks. I just had a couple of blowouts.” Christian replied.

    “I only see one.” the trooper said.

    Christian hinted toward his backside before turning around and showing the traffic enforcement officer his other blowout. The trooper tried to stifle his laughter, but like Christian’s pants… that also failed.

    “Yeah. That’s how my day is going.” Christian says before turning back around.

    “Hey, look… I’m sorry. It’s just that… I mean, that’s kinda hilarious. You should be more careful wearing pants like that. Trust me.” says the muscular state trooper who looks like he’s gone through a couple of pairs of pants in his career. “By the way, the name’s Lancaster. Julian Lancaster.” He extends his hand.

    “Christian. Nice to meet you.” A firm handshake accompanies a deliberate gaze into the beefy state trooper’s eyes. The gaze is returned as Julian can’t seem to take his eyes off this blue eyed, All American “boy”. Maybe it’s his boyishly handsome face or his athletic, jock-like frame. Then Christian turns back around to pick up his tire iron. It’s that ass, that’s what it is.

    “Um… did you need help with that blowout too?” Julian asks Christian, who quickly forgot about his own backside trouble while tending to his truck’s.

    “Oh… that. Yeah… do you have a jacket or something?” Christian says.

    “I’m afraid not… but I do have a needle and some thread in my glove compartment.” Julian responds.

    “I figured you would, Mister Beefcake.” Christian thinks to himself. While he’s not gay, he’s very comfortable with his own sexuality and can acknowledge a good looking guy when he sees one. However, there’s something about this beefy man in uniform that’s possibly turning Christian on. He can’t explain it, but he also can’t explain the growing bulge in his pants. Or what’s basically left of them.

    Julian returns from his police cruiser with a sewing needle and thread as promised. He led Christian to the front of his truck, away from the public view. He gently pushed Christian’s body against the hood of his truck, guiding him to bend over slightly. “Just hold still. I should be able to fix this… then we can change that tire.” Julian says to an increasingly vulnerable – and slightly aroused – Christian.

    “Okay.” Christian says, arching his back almost suggestively in front of a kneeling state trooper. Christian’s bubble butt peeks through the large rip, exposing his peachy bum directly to Julian’s face. Julian, examining the torn slacks very thoroughly, begins to try to piece the polyester blend back together. He carefully moves his way down the broken seam, grabbing a handful of ass on occasion, as he nervously threads the needle through.

    Ashley picks up on his nervousness. “Are you okay back there?” he asks, as he looks back at the cop who’s face is a few inches away from his tight asshole.

    “Yeah… just trying to fit this ass back in its pants.” Julian jokingly replies, trying to hide his almost obvious arousal. His hand slips as he attempts to get the thread back in the hole, accidentally needling Christian in the ass.

    “Ouch!” yelped Christian, who was still feeling a cool summer breeze down the crack of his ass. Only the warmth of Officer Lancaster’s close by breath provided any contrast. Christian got stuck a few times with Julian’s needle.

    “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this unsteady with my hands.” says Julian, completely forgetting the firm and steady hand he’s been able to keep on Christian’s ass cheek the rest of the time here. “I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

    “It stings, that’s for sure. I may need ice to sit down later!” Christian joked. The stinging on his ass combined with the breeze tickling his asscrack wasn’t helping him with his own arousal situation… and being practically pinned down while a hunky cop feels you up while rescuing you… let’s just say that the only thing harder than Christian at that moment was the man feeling him up.

    “I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.” Julian half jokingly replied. In his mind, his tongue was already halfway down Christian’s virgin starfish. He was trying to remain professional, but this hot hometown jock had his artfully built ass about two inches from his lips and he couldn’t take it. He gently rubbed the part of the ass where his needle stuck Christian with his thumb, even licking said finger before massaging the jock’s sore spot. Quiet slurping sounds came before every knead, each thumb rub eventually becoming a deep grope, hand full of white bubble butt. Julian’s thumb moved closer to Christian’s sharply contrasting pink asshole, grazing it on a few occasions.

    Christian fought his urge to moan as Julian’s masculine hands made putty of his ass cheeks. He couldn’t understand why he was so turned on right now, but the precum leaking from his increasingly hard cock was starting to drip through his jock strap and pants.

    “Does it still hurt? Your butt?” asked Julian, while practically talking to Christian’s ass. Before giving him a chance to answer, Julian resumed massaging near Christian’s asshole. This thumb was so close that he may have well just stuck it in there for good measure. “I think I can help with that too.”

    Christian had just enough wherewithal in him to respond with the weakest “yes” in history. That led Julian to finally stop teasing Christian and run his tongue down his exposed asscrack. Julian quietly moaned as his sounds of pleasure were muffled between Christian’s ass cheeks. With each hand grabbing a cheek, Julian plunged his hot and soft tongue down Christian’s ass hole slowly and surely. It didn’t take long, but that asshole was soaking wet with saliva. Christian was becoming increasingly turned on to the point of no return. “You’re gonna… make… me cum…” he nearly whispered to Julian, kind of almost begging for mercy in a most masochistic way.

    “Serves you right for teasing everyone out here.” Julian says. “But you’re not upset about it, are you?” He licks his lips as he sucks two of his fingers, gets them covered in his own spit, and teases Christian’s asshole by sticking the fingertips in. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

    “Don’t stop.” says a gasping Christian, preparing himself for Julian’s anal examination. Julian sticks his fingers up Christian’s tight ass slowly, giving him a taste of what’s to come – literally. Meanwhile, Christian is close to exploding, with the front of his pants already becoming a wet mess. “And make sure you clean up behind yourself, Officer.”

    “What mess is being made?” Julian asks. He comes closer to Christian’s ear, breathing down his neck and pressing his bodybuilder-like frame up against the *relatively* smaller jock’s tight body.

    “All of this is going right into your ass.”

    To be continued….

  • Losing My Religion

    We woke up on Sunday morning after another night of sitting around the bonfire talking, drinking, laughing, and enjoying the break from our studies and the cold. We all dressed up and got out of our causal wear long enough to go to church together. The seven of us (yes, we talked Gina and Teddy into joining us) sat with Mauricio and Darren, it felt good to be home. The readings and sermon were all about family that day, and I got lost in my own thoughts again. I’d been thinking a lot about my family lately, even though they were incredibly awesome, something was missing. After spending more time with the Hall’s, I found myself longing for a relationship with my parents. As the preacher closed the service, I snapped back to reality. As always, we spent a little time mingling with the other parishioners in the fellowship hall, and afterwards we met everyone at Jordy’s for breakfast.

    When we walked in, we were greeted by pretty much my entire village. They were such an incredible group of people, and so much fun to be around. I looked around the huge table and watched my new friends blending in perfectly with the people who had supported and loved me for the last three plus years. They were all such interesting people, all so different, but the one thing they had in common was acceptance. They weren’t judgmental, instead they rallied around people and embraced their differences. That was a value they instilled in me when they brought me into the fold.

    I always loved the banter among them all, and to have all my friends join in seamlessly put a humongous smile on my face. I looked over the table and saw Max sitting between his two boyfriends, he was moving food between the three plates. He was giving Cam all the bacon, filling Eric’s place with sausage and pulling most of the pancakes onto his own plate. He was making sure each of them got more of what that wanted, that was really intriguing to me for some reason. They really did look out for each other. I also noticed Mauricio watching the trio intently, I’m sure he was onto them… he was very perceptive.

    Zach was leading the conversation with a recap of our four-wheeling expedition and had half the tables attention, especially Max and Eric.

    “Damn, I wish we woulda’ gone” Eric said.

    “Let’s go back out” Eli said with his mouth full of breakfast “The weather’s perfect!” he said as if the weather in Phoenix ever changed. I used to think the meteorologists on TV in Phoenix had the easiest job in the world. All they had to do is repeat “Today will be hot and sunny” over and over again.

    Eric looked over at Cam hoping for approval to go, it was obvious he and Max stayed behind because of him.

    “Hey Cam, if those guys go four-wheeling you wanna stay back and do a Fat Boy Pool Day?” I asked my best friend.

    He got a hug smile on his face and his eyes went wide and he started nodding “Hell yeah, I’m in!”

    “What’s that?” Max asked.

    “Ugh” Scotty said. “It’s when these two lame asses sit around the pool all day and eat us out of house and home.” Fat Boy Pool Day is something me and Cam invented a long time ago when one of us was going through a rough patch, or we just wanted to spend some time together. We would just sit around the pool, blast music we both loved, talk loudly, eat freaking anything we could find, and generally be obnoxious and drive my brothers crazy. It was our thing.

    “I’m in!” Cam yelled back in excitement as he chomped on his bacon.

    “Can I go four-wheeling with you guys?” Zach asked Eli, sensing I Cam and I could use some alone time. Eli nodded and the four of them made plans to take the Jeep out to the desert after breakfast as me and Cam started talking about the junk food we needed to stock up on for Fat Boy Pool Day. Meanwhile, Brian, Olivia, Teddy, and Gina were making plans to head to a ghost town and do touristy stuff. The two couples were getting along great, it occurred to me then that Gina and Teddy didn’t have any straight couple friends back home, they just hung out with a bunch of gay guys all the time. They were loving having a couple more like them. I totally understood that and was surprised I hadn’t realized it earlier.

    After breakfast we said our goodbyes to the village and headed out. After a quick trip home to change for the day, we broke off and went our separate ways. Zach kissed me goodbye as he piled into the Jeep with Eli at the wheel and Max and Eric strapped into the backseat. The two straight couples loaded into Brian’s old Subaru and headed out to be tourists, Brad and Scotty went over to Kev and Randy’s to hang out leaving me and Cam alone in the house. I went into the kitchen with Cam and started raiding the refrigerator. We got our first course of junk food together and headed out to the pool. I blasted one of Scotty’s 90’s playlists over the speakers and our first Fat Boy Pool Day in almost a year was off to an awesome start.

    We caught up on everything. Even though we lived in the same city and worked at the same place. Cam started at my Starbuck’s about a month ago. He and Eric worked together a lot, but I had been picking up different shifts because of my classes. We hadn’t seen much over each other over the past few weeks. Our conversation eventually turned to his newly revealed relationship. Damn, he beamed when he talked about those guys.

    “Are you sure this is a good idea, Cam?” I asked, trying to make sure he really was good with everything. “I mean, I love all three of you and I don’t want to see anyone get hurt… especially you.”

    Cam looked at me with an undeniable happiness in his eyes and said, “Seth, I’m, REALLY happy.” He took a gulp from his Coke bottle, put it back on the little table and laid back in his lounger. “Last semester was the worst time of my life. I was lonely, depressed, I hated life and I hated myself” he said with his sunglasses on as he looked up and bathed his cute face in the desert sun, “but now I’m confident, I love Milwaukee, I’m closer to you, and I have two guys… TWO of them, who want to be with me,” he was smiling as he continued to speak. “They’re both so damn fun and hot, Seth. We have so much fun together and it feels good to have two people watching out for me.”

    “THREE” I said reminding him that I had his back.

    “Three” he said confirming my statement. “I feel loved again, and it’s a fan-fucking-tastic feeling.” I listened to him trying to identify any clues that he might be lying… there were none. Cam was being sincere. “I know a throuple freaks people out, but it’s working for us. It may not last forever, but for now it’s awesome.”

    “What about Adam?” I asked.

    “Well,” Cam said hesitantly, “I had to choose, and He was a longshot anyway. He brought me out of my funk and we’re still friends, but that’s all.” He paused to take another gulp of his Coke. “I told him about the three of us, and he was good with it, turned-on by it even, he kind of hinted that he’d be up for a foursome. Of course, Eric’s all over that idea” he giggled a little at his own statement. “He’s actually dating someone else now, but we settled into a friendship and still talk all the time.” Cam went on to tell me everything, he was even talking to his shrink about his relationship. The guy didn’t judge, he just listened to Cam, made Cam think through the different possible scenarios, and raised some possible red flags. Cam was very aware of what he had gotten himself into. He truly seemed happy. It was my job to support him.

    After about an hour Brad and Scotty came home and joined us by the pool. We made small talk at first, then Scotty asked, “So what are your plans for the summer?” He was talking to both of us. We just kind of mumbled stuff, neither one of us really thought about it. We were both planning to come home and could always go back to Starbuck’s. “Listen, I have a proposition for you guys, and your friends” Scotty said. Then he told us about The Resort’s plan to promote at Pride events throughout the summer “we’ve been doing this for three years and usually hire local ground crews to work the different Pride events. We spend an hour or so teaching them the basics, then let them loose to get attention and send guys back to our booth where me and Chip, our PR guy do the main work and close the sale. But his year we’re planning on doing more events, in addition to the big Pride events we plan of doing a lot of smaller one all over the country” Scotty continued. “We have multiple events almost every weekend. So, we decided to hire some young, hot college guys that we can train to really know our product and run some of the events. You and your friends would be perfect” Scotty explained. “You’d be traveling a lot, on us. We’d put you up in hotels, pay your flight or rent you a vehicle depending on where you’re going, and give you a per diem allowance to cover your expenses. We’d also pay you for your time to train and per event.” Scotty stopped and looked at us for a reaction.

    “That sounds awesome” I said. Then we talked about job responsibilities, dates, pay, and asked a million questions.

    “I want to take all of you out to dinner at The Resort before you leave and give you the details.” Scotty said. “But, considering the fact that you’d be representing a gay resort, you need to be male and we people who have experienced the resort… so preferably into men, although the last part isn’t necessary, but most straight guys would be uncomfortable.” We both looked at him with scrunched up faces, wordlessly asking ‘WTF does that have to do with us?’ “Teddy and Gina!” Scotty said. “We want to make the offer to you guys, Max, Zach, and Eric, but I feel bad excluding Teddy and Gina. I’d like them to come to dinner, but I also don’t want to hurt their feelings by leaving them out.” I thought that was thoughtful of him. I said I’d talk to them ahead of time and didn’t see an issue. Cam and I were excited about the offer. This way we could be home for the summer, make some cash, and still see our friends… well boyfriends, I guess.

    After our conversation ended, I went into the kitchen and bumped into Brad. We ended up sitting at the counter and talking. After we talked about school, his job, the summer job offer, and everything going on with the family I blurted out “Do you ever miss Mother and Father?”

    Brad turned to look at me as I sat next to him, thought for a minute, then said “No. But I DO miss Mom and Dad, the two people I knew when I was younger, before that fucking church came along, and he turned into “Father.” That guy… I do NOT miss.” I looked at him with an odd look on my face. I understood what he was telling me, but in all honesty, I only ever knew Father and Mother. The loving, caring parents who enjoyed their kids were long gone by the time I could remember anything. Brad and my sisters told me about how they used to be before the church, but I had never experienced that, yet I still yearned for a mother and father.

    “I think I want to see him” I said, watching his face for a reaction. I had seen my mother a few times since we moved out and talked with her regularly on the phone. But the only contact I’ve had with my father was the call I made from the Hall’s house at Christmas.

    He threw me a fake smile and said, “If that’s what you want.”

    “That’s it?” I asked. “No words of wisdom? No advice? No trying to talk me out of it?”

    Brad laughed a little “You’re a grown man, Seth. It’s you’re decision. I don’t care if I ever see that fucker again, but I understand how you feel.”

    “Ever since I started dating Zach and watching him with his family, I’ve been envious of what they have” I explained to my older brother. “I love all you guys and am forever grateful for the life you gave me, but I want a mom and dad too. I guess I want it all.”

    Brad looked me square in the eyes letting me know he understood and cared, “I felt the exact same way when I met Mom and Pop Nicholl’s. Scotty’s family seemed so perfect to me and at first, I felt empty inside, like I was cheated.”

    “YES!” I almost yelled. He hit the nail squarely on the head! He completely understood how I felt. “The Hall’s took me in, I should feel grateful, and I do but I also feel like I got screwed over. I get jealous of Zach.”

    Brad smiled and nodded, “I totally felt the same way. It took me a little while, but eventually I stopped looking at it like that and accepted the fact that Mon and Pop Nicholls were my parents now. It was weird at first, but how many people who get tossed aside by their parents get a second chance like that.” He paused then said, “look, I’ve always been a straight shooter with you. When you came out to mother, I tried to warn you that you wouldn’t get the reaction you were looking for. I think if you’re looking to reconcile, have a happy reunion, and walk away with a dad and mom like the Hall’s, or Mom and Pop Nicholls, you’re setting yourself up for a letdown. Is that what you want from this?” He asked.

    I had to think about it for a minute, but yeah. That’s what I wanted, a mom and dad like Zach had. “I… I guess so. I mean, yeah. I want a mom and dad, Brad. I want a fucking dad that shows up at my graduation in stands there with a video camera because he is so fucking proud of his son. I want parents that come visit and jump in the pool with us and goof around because they love spending time with us. I want real parents.” I said in a voice that gradually got louder and angrier.

    Brad shook his head “I love you, Seth. But you’re not going to get that from them. They’re going to break your heart again, buddy.” He paused again, thought for a moment, and then continued. “If I were to go see them, my goal would be closure on that horrible part of my life when Father drugged and kidnapped me in hopes of turning me into a straight son he could tolerate. THAT might be possible, I don’t know. But if you decide to go see them, it’s because you think you’re going to turn them into perfect parents. THAT, I don’t think is possible. You need to adjust your expectations.” My face dropped a little and I looked down at my knees. I knew he was right; I just didn’t want to believe it.

    Brad and I were turned facing each other, He put his hand under my chin, lifted my face, looked me in the eye and said, “For what it’s worth you have a crapload of brothers, sisters, and friends that love you just because you’re an awesome human being and love being around you. We all have tons of videos of you goofing off, we were all at your graduation filming and cheering, and we’ll all be at your college graduation doing the same thing, making sure everyone knows you’re our brother because we’re so damn proud of you.”

    I smiled through my sadness “I know, Brad. And I am so, so, SO lucky and grateful to have you all, especially you and Scotty. You literally saved my life. Is it wrong of me to want more?” I asked.

    He smiled back at me “No, you’re human. You want a decent mother and father. You deserve that, and dammit… if I could give it to you I would, but you just might have to live with the fact that it’s not in the cards.” The look on his face was pitiful, my brother loved me and wanted me to have everything, but this was one the thing he couldn’t give me, and it broke his heart. I felt so incredibly loved at that moment. We both leaned in and hugged each other. He was right, but it didn’t change my mind. I still wanted to see my parents.

    After a few minutes of hugging, we went out and joined Scotty and Cam by the pool to continue our Fat Boy Pool Party, I brought more junk food with me. The four of us were having fun, just like old times when my phone rang. It was Eli. ‘Eli? What the hell is he calling me for, he never calls’ me I thought to myself. The music was blaring in the background, I answered in a loud voice “Hey, what’s up?”

    “Um Seth” Eli said tentatively. “Everything’s okay, but Zach got hurt.”

    “Wait, what?” I said into the phone as I motioned to Scotty to turn down the music. “What happened? Where are you?” The others all looked at me listening to my conversation trying to figure out what was going on.

    “It was my fault, it was all my fault” Eli said “I told him to get out and look, then I accidentally hit the gas before he was out and the Jeep jump and threw him out and… I’m sorry Seth, I…” Eli was getting emotional. Max grabbed the phone.

    “Hey Seth. Everyone’s okay. It was an accident. The Jeep got stuck, Eli was trying to get us out of a rut, and he told Zach to get out and try to push. Before Zach was completely out of the Jeep, it lurched forward, knocked him out onto the ground while his arm was still stuck in the seatbelt. He got dragged him like ten feet on the gravel. He dislocated his right shoulder and has some bad road rash in his left leg. He’s going to be fine. We’re at the hospital, they’re bandaging him up and they’re going to release him shortly.” Max was calm and succinct as he gave me the facts.

    “Which hospital? I’m coming now!” I said.

    “No. Just stay home” Max said in a commanding voice. “We’re almost done here. We’ll bring him back shortly.” Then he handed the phone back to Eli. Thanks to Max, I was upset, but not too worried.

    Eli was shaken, I felt for the guy. “Seth, I didn’t mean to do it. He’s gonna be okay. I promise.” He said.

    “It’s okay Eli. Are you sure I shouldn’t come down?”

    “No. stay there, he’s coming down the hall now. We’ll be back in a few” Eli said.

    “Okay, Take care of him and bring him home” I said.

    Before I hung up Eli yelled “Wait, wait!”

    Then I heard Zach’s voice “I’m fine Seth, just a little banged up, no big deal. Plus, I got some good drugs, if you’re nice I’ll share. I’ll be there in a few. I love you.”

    “I love you too. God, I hope you’re okay” I said.

    “I’m seriously fine” he said “love you” then hung up.

    When I got off the phone, I filled everyone else in on what was going on. I was surprisingly calm, thanks to Max. he made me feel like everything was under control. I said something to Cam about that and he just smiled and said “That’s Max.” For the next half hour or so we all just sat there and waited until we finally heard them pull up, I ran out to the driveway just as Eli was helping Zach out of the front seat of the Jeep. He looked fine from a distance, but as I got closer, I saw the sling on his arm and the bandages on his leg.

    Before I could say anything, Zach said in a loud, Zach-like voice “I’m okay bitches!” trying to downplay it all and make me laugh before I could cry, and the painkillers were helping him a little bit too. Eli was apologizing and trying to explain what happened to Brad. Meanwhile Eric and Max retold the story to Cam while Scotty, and I helped Zach into the family room. Once the chaos calmed down again, we got the full story. It happened pretty much as Max told me on the phone. Zach’s injuries weren’t too bad, the Dr. said his road rash should be healed without scars in about two weeks with proper wound care. His shoulder would take a little bit longer, but he should be able to resume most activities within 2 weeks but should avoid heavy lifting and sports for a couple of months. “He said I should be 100% by soccer season” Zach said.

    “Oh shit, I fucked up your scholarship!” Eli said. The poor guy felt awful about the whole thing.

    “Shut up, I’m fine” Zach said trying to ease my brother’s guilt. Zach went to punch his shoulder playfully but winced in pain. That didn’t make Eli feel any better. The Dr. had sent wound care instructions and a couple of prescriptions for Zach. Cam and the guys ran to the Pharmacy to get everything we needed while the rest of us tried to make Zach feel comfortable. On top of the road rash there were a few cactus spines still stuck in his skin from being dragged. Those things hurt like hell! They tweezed most of them out at the hospital, but there were still some stragglers left behind. I did my best to get them out. All in all, Zach was okay. I was proud of him for being so positive and doing his best to relieve Eli of any guilt. And dammit… I was proud of myself for not flipping out. We were handling it like adults. It was just a minor glitch.

    Later that evening we all went to Kev and Randy’s for the usual Sunday night cookout. Brian, Olivia, Teddy, and Gina met us there after their adventure. Everyone was flocking around Zach, and he was loving the attention. He told the story a million times and it got better every time. At least Zach would go home with a good story. I noticed that he never once blamed Eli for anything and was doing his best to make Eli the hero of the story. He was a genuinely good guy.

    Matty was especially intrigued by Zach’s sling and bandages and sat by his side all night petting him. It was cute as hell. We had a great Sunday dinner despite Zach’s injuries.

    When we got home, I helped Zach undress, He laid on the bed naked and I massaged ointment into his wounds as per the instructions from the doctor. The road rash was nasty up close, and I was able to see and remove more cactus spines with some tweezers. Once I was done treating his injuries and we found a comfortable position for him to sleep, I did my best to ease his tension. I started by lightly running my fingers up and down his body, doing my best to avoid the tender spots. I started with the soles of his feet using my fingertips. I moved up the inside of his good leg, when I got to his thigh, I lightly touched his ball sac as I passed by moving up to his abs. Using both my hands on his upper body, I played with is nipples. He let out a low, guttural moan at my touch.

    His warm manhood was growing slowly in response to my efforts. After I moved up and down his beautiful, battered body several times I reintroduced my warm mouth to his now rigid cock and took him deep down my throat. God, I loved the feel, texture, taste, and most of all the scent of him. That night he smelled like Zach-must infused with the unique smell of the desert. It was fucking intoxicated. I inhaled as deeply as I could, and it drove me wild. I started working his cock with my throat muscles, my tongue, and my hand. I was twirling my tongue around his shaft as I moved my mouth and hand up and down, up, and down, taking him as deep as I could and doing my best not to gag on his massive cock. Zach was moaning and writhing has he pushed my head down with his good arm.

    Before long he was pumping his hips up and pushing my head down trying to face fuck me as hard and deep as he could. With just his moans to warn me he pushed my head down as hard as he could and raised his hips high holding his cock deep down my throat and unloaded his balls into my gullet. Spurt after hot spurt shot into me as his hand held my head there forcing me to take it. I fucking loved it! After I swallowed his load, I cleaned up his cock with my tongue. Then I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got into bed with Zach. I was careful not to bump his shoulder as I kissed him good night.

    Zach was still asleep when I woke up at about 7AM. The coffee was already brewing, and Scotty, Eli, and Brad were dressed for work when I walked into the kitchen “How’s Zach?” They asked in unison.

    “He’s good, still sleeping. I think the pain killers knocked him out” I said.

    Eli was in his overalls and headed out the door already, he had a 7:30 appointment “If he doesn’t recover before soccer season, I’ll never forgive myself.”

    I smiled and said “Shit you did him a favor. He loves the attention and he’s going home with a good story. Quit beating yourself up.” Eli smiled at that, then walked out the door.

    “You guys should probably just take it easy the rest of the trip” Brad suggested. I just nodded. Right about then Gina entered the kitchen in a long night shirt.

    “Good morning” she said in a sing-songy voice as I handed her a mug and she walked toward the coffee pot to fill it.

    “Good morning sunshine” chimed Scotty. He and Brad like Gina a lot. They were convinced she kept an eye on all of us boys. “So, what’s your plan for the day?”

    “I’m happy just lounging by the pool reading a book” she said.

    “We want to take you all to dinner tonight at The Resort tonight” Scotty said. “

    “Oh my god that sounds awesome” Gina said. “I know I can’t go into the resort part, but I’m dying to try the restaurant.”

    “Good, we’ll see you guys about 6:00 then” Brad said as the two of them headed out the door and drove off.

    When they were gone, Gina and I took our coffee and sat out by the pool. I told her about Scotty’s job offer and his plan to talk to the other guys about it at dinner. She thought it was awesome and totally understood what they were looking for. “Teddy and I both have jobs lined up back home, I promise it won’t be awkward” she said. “Put on some tunes!” she said. I grabbed my phone and picked a playlist I knew she’d like. We sat out in the sun and talked. Gina and I were great friends, but we rarely got time alone lately. There was always a boyfriend or a suitemate around. This was nice. It was a good hour before Zach and Teddy got up. By then I was sore from laughing so hard. Cam and the guys came over about 10:00 and we just hung by the pool until it was time for dinner.

    Brad came home from work to change and wrangle us all for dinner at The Resort. Scotty stayed at The Resort and the rest of us met him there. We walked through the restaurant and through a back door that led into the executive offices. Scotty and Matty (the original Matty, not the baby) were in a beautiful office talking when we got there. They were excited to see us all, and Matty was checking out his new recruits. After a quick hello we all went down to the restaurant. Matty joined us.

    They sat us at a big round table with an incredible view of the desert mountains as the sun set. Scotty pointed out Kev and Randy’s house. The beauty of that place always amazed me. Once we ordered, Matty and Scotty got right to the point. They explained their plan and then offered the five of us jobs. They handed each of us a written offer outlining the program, the schedule, the pay, and the benefits. If we accepted, they would fly us all to Phoenix and put us up at The Resort for training starting a week after final exams, then the first events started the following weekend. The guys were all excited, I had already decided to do it. I could work my Starbuck’s schedule around the Pride events and between the two jobs make a good chunk of change. After the pitch, we all just enjoyed a fantastic dinner. After dinner we went back home and lit another bonfire.

    The rest of our Spring Break was low key because of Zach’s injuries. We spent a lot of time by the pool just soaking up the sun and having fun together. It was perfect.

    The week went quickly, and all too soon we were back on campus and buried in our studies once again. All five of us took The Resort up on their offer and were looking forward to a fun summer.

    To be continued…

  • Starting Where We Left Off

    Jim & Trevor

    Jim inherited his landscaping business from his Dad, Caleb. Caleb suffered a mini-stroke that forced the forty-eight-year-old into semiretirement. Now, the almost fifty-year-old trained the part-time help Jim hired, and he used his contacts to keep their business going and operating in the black. Jim’s office was on the second floor of a building downtown. He shared the space with Donald Rieson. He and Trevor went to school with him, and he went into reality after graduating. Donald and Jim worked together to boost one another’s business. After ending the call to his parents, he confirmed his upcoming jobs and that he had the manpower to fulfill the workload. Jim locked the door, headed to his truck, and drove to his small, one-bedroom apartment to get showered and dressed for dinner. The brunet parked in his designated spot, grabbed his things, locked the vehicle, and headed up the stairs to his apartment.

    Winston Millstone, Jim’s neighbor, was just leaving his apartment when the landscaper made it to his door. The twenty-one-year-old was definitely, a flaming twink. Winston’s five-foot-seven height was dwarfed by Jim. The young man didn’t just enter a room. He made a glittery spectacle of an entrance worthy of Cher. Today, Winston’s blonde shoulder-length curly hair was styled like Farrah Fawcett’s and adorned with glittery hair gel. The shiny gold shirt stuck to his bird-like chest, and his black pleather pants did nothing but accentuate his nonexistent ass. A pair of black sneakers made the younger man’s feet look even smaller than they were. He also had a major crush on the muscular older neighbor. “Hey, sexy.”

    “How’s it going, Winston?” Jim smiled and hugged his neighbor. He shook his head and sighed. The big-hearted landscaper always worried about the younger guy when he went downtown at night for his shift at The Gifft Box. Jim did find comfort in the fact the kid carried a .22 caliber pistol, took self-defense, and had a knife strapped to his leg.

    Winston smiled. His attempt at striking a sexy pose made him look as adorable as a newborn golden retriever puppy. “I’m great, just wondering when I can feel the muscles under that tight ass shirt.”

    Jim couldn’t stop himself as he rolled his eyes and giggled. The bearded man shook his head as he hugged Winston and kissed his cheek. “Sorry to disappoint you, baby boy, but I’m off the market for life.”

    Winston gasped and dramatically placed his hand over his heart, feigning a dizzy spell. “For the love of our divas, Jim. Why are you taking away the chance to please your body from everyone who craves your touch and smile?”

    There was no stopping his hysterical laughter this time. Jim erupted in boisterous cackles as he doubled over. “I’m sorry, babe, but you’re just too damn adorable.” Jim finally composed himself and straightened up. “Winston, I’m off the market because the man I’ve been in love with since we were in high school just came back today and asked me to be his. There was no way I was turning him down.”

    Winston’s knees buckled as he faked a stumble back into the wall with his hand over his eyes. “‘Tis a dark day in the sparkly gay kingdom, to be sure.”

    Jim chuckled and gave the dramatic young man another hug. “Please, be careful and watch your surroundings tonight, baby boy. I’d hate having to hunt someone down for hurting my little fairy boy.”

    Winston smiled and returned the affection. “You’ve got an amazing heart, Jim. I can’t wait to meet this special guy you’ve held a torch for all these years.”

    “I’ll introduce him to you when I can.”

    Jim opened the door, walked inside, and slipped his sneakers off at the door. In cotton candy decorated no-show socks, the man padded into the kitchen, got a beer, and headed for his bedroom. He sat on the bed and sipped his beer as he picked up the framed picture of him and Trevor at the beach just before graduation. Tears fell on the glass as he gazed at the man in the picture, who gave him pleasant dreams every night. Jim set his beer on the table and kissed Trevor’s lips. “Thank you for coming back to me, my love.”

    Trevor was walking on air after his reunion with Jim. The thirty-year-old interior decorator’s mind was still reeling as he thought about the life of happiness the two of them would have together. The brunet walked inside the massive house, then closed and locked the door. The first place he stopped on his way to the shower was his bedside table. He smiled as he gently picked up a picture of him and Jim at the beach, housed in a silver frame decorated with hearts that had Jim engraved in the center. Tears formed in his eyes as visions of his beautiful man floated across his mind. He smiled, kissed the frame, and put it back on the dresser. “I hope I never wake up if this is a dream, my sweet, beautiful boy.”

    Once he dried off, Trevor walked into the bedroom. He giggled when he forgot to pick up his feet, and the plush carpet tickled his soft soles. As he was getting dressed, his phone rang. After ending the call, Trevor made a call to Jim. He told him their parents wouldn’t make it to dinner because they were going to the Elk’s Lodge, so they’d have privacy for their first dinner together. He smiled when Jim told him he’d pick him up, and they could ride together.

    Jim’s smile was brighter than a theatre’s brightest white spotlight as he parked his truck in the same spot. The brunet’s heart was soaring and beating a mile a minute, thinking about having dinner with the sexiest man alive. He checked his hair one last time before getting out of the vehicle.

    Trevor heard the bell, letting him know someone was coming up the driveway. His excitement and nervousness reached a fevered peak as he watched his boy’s truck parked in front of the house. The brunet’s eyes widened, and his bulge pressed against his shorts when he saw Jim exit the vehicle. The man was a fucking God in Trevor’s eyes. He loved how the palm tree-decorated tan shirt looked on Jim’s broad muscular shoulders and chest. The khaki shorts accentuated his boyfriend’s tight, plump ass. The light brown leather flip-flops made his silky smooth feet and toes look incredible. Trevor couldn’t wait to get his hands, tongue, and lips on his sexy lover. “Fuck, decorum.” He thought as he waited at the open door before Jim was halfway to the house.

    Jim’s mouth watered, and he almost tripped over his feet when he saw Trevor’s smiling, chiseled face and sculpted body in the doorway. The taller man looked breathtaking in his light pink polo shirt, which brought out the sparkle in his soft blue eyes. Blue and white checkered shorts and light off white boat shoes completed the outfit. “Holy shit, babe. You…”

    “Look gorgeous.” Trevor finished his mate’s sentence. Just like they did in high school. It was like they’d never been separated.

    The men smiled and shared a loving bear hug. They held each other at arm’s length, drinking in one another’s beauty and getting lost in their eyes. Tears streamed down the men’s cheeks as the years apart melted away.

    “You want to come inside for a cocktail before dinner?” Trevor placed a passionate kiss on Jim’s warm, quivering lips.

    Jim closed his eyes and got lost in the love and desire swirling around inside of him. The two men’s generous bulges grew and made their shorts tight and tented as fingers massaged skin and bodies pressed against each other. Their twenty toes curled as their passion almost reached a fiery peak. The shorter brunet gasped, yelped, and giggled when he was swiftly swept off his feet, then carried bridal style by his muscular dream man. Trevor set Jim down, then closed and locked the door. Jim slipped his footwear off at the door, and Trevor slipped off his shoes.

    “This place is amazing, babe.” Jim whistled as he looked around the great room. His eyes didn’t know where to go first. The entire room was a giant realistic forest mural. The ceiling and skylights were painted to look like a bright blue sky with fluffy clouds. The inviting plush furniture was in colors that matched each other and the walls. The carpet resembled blades of grass and moss. Everything looked so natural that the paths between the trees made Jim curious about where they went. The man was so enthralled that he acted as giddy as a little boy.

    Trevor couldn’t stop giggling as he watched Jim, excitedly turning this way and that, taking in every bit of the room’s decor. He went to the bar and started mixing a Malibu and Pepsi. “Hey, Boy Wonder, what ya wanna drink?”

    Jim abruptly stopped when he heard the nickname bestowed upon him when the men were teens. He slowly turned to face his man and graced Trevor’s vision with his biggest smile and brightest sparkling eyes. “I’ve always loved it when you called me Boy Wonder.” Jim smiled and softly blushed as tears welled in his eyes.

    Trevor licked his lips. “Fuck, can my sexy ass boy get any cuter?” He asked himself. The bartender looked directly into his mate’s eyes. “You were the sexiest boy to ever wear that costume. When we dressed up as Batman and Robin for the costume party in 9th grade. I was dying to lick you up and down. I kept praying that my dick didn’t bust the costume.”

    Jim approached the bar and sat on the stool. He placed his hand on Trevors, lifted it to his lips, and started sucking and gently nibbling each long finger.

    Trevor did his best to keep his hand in Jim’s grasp. The man’s worshipping of his fingers made him squirm cause it was so sensual and tickled like crazy. Jim’s eyes lit up when he heard the soft giggles that escaped his guy’s lips. The starry-eyed brunet stood with his toes on the gold bar footrest and his palms flat on the counter. He leaned over, slowly licked Trevor’s lips, and giggled as he returned to his stool. Trevor stood, momentarily confused, then slowly, the laughter began seeping out between his lips.

    “Don’t ever change, my adorable baby boy.” Trevor shook his head, giggling. “What can I get for my playful puppy?”

    Jim’s eyes widened and sparkled. “I’ll have a Malibu and Pepsi, and I LOVE the new pet name. Holy fuckin’ adorably cute nicknames, Bat-Daddy.”

    Trevor almost dropped the glass when he heard his new name. “How’d…”

    “I know?” Jim completed the thought for his lover. “I remember the things we were exploring when we were about to graduate.” Jim paused. “Trev, I’ve always wanted and still want to be your boy.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Babe, I’m still into everything we were into as teens. I’m also more into the chase and challenges before giving in to my stronger mate. I have a lifetime membership to The Gifft Box. That’s a club that caters to gay men into bondage, fetishes, feet, and tickling.” Jim sipped the offered drink. “Fuck! You’re an awesome bartender.” Jim giggled, then continued. “I’m gonna lay it all on the table, Trevers. I haven’t had intercourse in ten years. I love going to the club, participating in the special events, tying guys up, getting tied up, tickling, and being tickled. I’ve made some good friends at the club. One of them is my neighbor, Winston. He’s a twenty-one-year-old twink and the cutest little fairy boy you’ll ever meet. He expressed his desire to meet you when I told him I was permanently off the market. I know you’ll love him. He’s like a little brother to me. I’ve never once wanted to have sex with him, just cuddle, take care of, and tickle him.” Jim giggled. He’s very ticklish. I’m also one of the investors, and last year, I won the Hottest bachelor to unwrap. I’m giving up the title to this year’s winner and presenting the crown to him at the club’s county fair.” Jim paused and took another sip. “I’d love it if you’d join me at the club, the events, and especially, the county fair.”

    Trevor thought about all that he’d just heard. “You’ve gone without intercourse for ten fuckin’ years?”

    Jim broke out in boisterous laughter. “That’s the first thing you think to address? What about the…”

    Trevor waved his hand dismissively. “Of course, I’ll go with you to the club, meet Winston and come to love him as you do, and I’d be honored to be at the county fair with you as long as my schedule allows it,” Trevor smirked. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think seeing you put up a fight and being overpowered into submission and tickled isn’t turning me on.” The expression on Trevor’s face turned serious. “As long as everyone knows that you’re mine. The only things that can be done to you are being captured or overpowered, so you submit, tied down, and tickled. Anyone goes any further, and they’re answering to your Daddy-Trevers.”

    Jim felt shivers up and down his spine, and he gasped when Trevor’s voice took on a steely gritty tone. The bearded man’s dick instantly got rock hard. “Holy fuck, you just rocked my body just now, Daddy-Trevers. Without touching me, you made my dick rock hard in seconds. You’re the only man to ever do that to me.” Jim paused. “Just so we’re clear. I don’t want a one-sided dominant relationship with you. There are times I like being in control and will make you submit. I don’t want there to be any pain, humiliation, or disrespected boundaries for either of us.”

    “Damn, baby boy. I’d never try to make you submit that way. I want us to be equal partners in every aspect of this relationship and the journey of love and rediscovery we’re on.” Trevor wrapped his arms around his boy and softly kissed his lips and forehead. “We haven’t discussed this yet, but how and when are we gonna work out living together?”

    Jim snuggled against Trevor’s muscled, hard chest and kissed the firm pec. “I was wondering that myself. I don’t want to intrude on your privacy or be rushed. I’ve got one more month left on my lease, then if I choose to resign, I can either do a month-to-month or another year.”

    Trevor closed his eyes and pondered on the issue for a moment. “I think a month is perfect to decide either way. Although, I’d be happy to have you here tomorrow.” He giggled.

    “It’s a deal. I’ll move in next month unless we decide differently.”

    Trevor smirked. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t want to move to your apartment?”

    Jim wrapped Trevor in a headlock, gave him a noogie, and tickled his man’s ribs. Trevor squealed and cackled as he jumped and wriggled, trying to get loose. “Yeah, right, as if you’d ever choose to live in a one-bedroom apartment over this place.” Jim released his ticklish victim and smiled innocently. “Umm, what do you think…”

    “About having dinner here?” Trevor smirked and broke out in hearty laughter. Jim nodded and started laughing like a hyena.

    “I can go home, get some clothes, and pick up some steaks, a salad, veggies, and baked potatoes.”

    “Just pick up the potatoes and veggies. I’ve got steaks in the fridge…clothes?” Trevor smiled.

    “I don’t work this weekend, so I’m all yours.” Jim giggled. “Or maybe you’ll be all mine.”

    Trevor playfully growled and pinned his boy against the bar. “You’d have to work your ass off to achieve that, Boy Wonder. Bat-Daddy doesn’t give up without a fight.”

    Jim licked his lips and pressed his body against Trevor. The two stared into each other’s eyes before smashing their lips together for a long kiss that had them both writhing, and by the time they separated sweaty and gasping for air. “If we keep this up, we’ll never get to dinner.”

    “It’s all your fault. You’re just too damn sexy and cute for your own good.”

    The couple chuckled and released each other. Jim walked to the door, grabbed his keys, and slipped on his flip-flops. “I’ll be back soon, with the sides for dinner.” He wrapped his arms around Trevor’s neck, then jumped up and wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. “I love you, always have, and always will. You’re the man of my dreams and reality.” He laid his head on Trevor’s shoulder.

    “I feel the same about you. You’re my heart and soul, baby boy. Please, be careful out there, and come back to me.” Trevor put Jim back on the floor, and the pair shared another soft kiss.

    “I’ll always come back to you, my love.” Jim embraced his lover and closed the door.

    Jim stopped by his apartment first. He’d just climbed the stairs and noticed a big nasty-looking guy was banging on Winston’s door and feverishly trying the doorknob. Jim’s eyes narrowed as the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he didn’t like the vibe he was getting from the man. “Are you looking for someone?” He asked, not wanting to voice Winston’s name in case this somehow was a mistake.

    The man stopped trying to get inside the apartment and turned to face the man who spoke. “No, it’s alright. I was looking for someone, and I’ve just realized I’m at the wrong place.” The burly man had at least two inches on Jim and was built like a professional wrestler. He excused himself, and he headed down the stairs. The guy got in his truck and left the parking lot.

    Jim leaned against his door and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that he was scared perse, but he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. Especially one that might result in him not looking the same. He entered his apartment and made a mental note to remind Winston to watch his back. The guy gave Jim the willies. He packed some clothes, locked the door, got in his truck, and drove to the costume shop. After buying a few things, Jim sent a text to Trevor, letting him know he was fine and would be back shortly. The next stop was The Gifft Box Jim wanted to warn Winston about the freaky muscle guy as soon as possible. Luckily, it wasn’t too busy at the bar his neighbor tended, and it didn’t take long to warn him. After hugging the younger man and getting a promise to be careful and alert, the thirty-year-old got in his truck, went to the grocery store, and then back to Trevor’s.

    Trevor was in the kitchen when his lover returned. “What happened, baby? Before you ask, I could feel your distress not long after you’d left and knew something happened.”

    Jim placed the salad and veggies in the fridge, the potatoes on the counter, and then wasted no more time getting into Trevor’s arms. The brunet sighed and let the comfort and safety of his mate’s love and protection calm his body and nerves. After a loving kiss, Jim grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and told Trevor everything.

    “Jimmy, I’m proud of you for engaging the guy. However, next time, please be a little more careful. I just got ya back, baby boy. I don’t want to lose you again.”

    The pair worked together to fix their dinner and ate in the backyard facing the enclosed pool area. Jim noticed a building on the other side of some trees. “Hey, baby, what’s the building behind the trees?”

    Trevor snickered. “That, my love, is a surprise that will be revealed when all the work inside is finished.” He knew not knowing was gonna drive Jim totally crazy.

    Jim’s mind began spinning with all the possibilities. He glared at his chuckling lover. “You’re sooo fuckin’ evil.”

    After dinner was over, Trevor wrapped his arms around Jim’s neck. He gently nibbled on the man’s ear and softly whispered. “Ya up to some playtime, Boy Wonder?”

    Jim squirmed and boyishly giggled when his ears were nibbled. He nodded and followed his mate inside the house. Trevor looked at him and smiled. He lightly stroked his fingertips along Jim’s defined chest and ab muscles. The shorter brunet wriggled and sucked in his stomach as light, airy giggles escaped his lips. He lowered his head, pressed it against his man’s warm chest, and nodded.

    Trevor smiled as he lifted Jim into his arms and carried him to one of the rooms on the second floor. He stopped at the door and set his boy back on his feet. Then he turned to face Jim and placed both hands on his broad shoulders. “You trust me, right, Jimmy?”

    Jim’s eyes stared directly into Trevor’s and never quivered or wavered. “With my life, and more importantly, my heart and soul. Trevor.”

    Trevor took the shorter man into his arms for a loving embrace. “Thank you, now I want you to really enjoy this. I’m going to blindfold you unless you can promise not to open your eyes until I say to.”

    Jim thought a second. He sheepishly grinned and softly giggled like a little boy. “I’ll need the blindfold, Daddy.”

    Trevor chuckled and pulled the sleep mask from his pocket. “As I expected my curious little boy to respond. He smiled and turned Jim around, then blindfolded him. After making sure his lover couldn’t see anything, he opened the door and led his boy inside the room. Trevor told Jim to stay where he was. He turned on the light and started setting a few things up.

    Jim’s head turned left and right as he heard things being moved and Trevor’s footsteps coming closer and moving away from him. After a couple of minutes, he didn’t hear anything. Jim’s excitement and curiosity were running rampant. The landscaper suddenly jumped and girlishly squealed when he felt fingertips glide lightly up and down his spine. Jim’s body danced back and forth as the strokes got lighter. He started giggling and his back arched.

    Trevor loved the reaction he’d elicited from his mate. Over the four years they spent together, Jim and Trevor mentally mapped out the spots that tickled the most and drove them to a feverish ecstasy. “I see my memory hasn’t faltered on that spot.” The brunet softly whispered. He lightly blew a thin line of breath across the middle of Jim’s neck. Trevor giggled when his sensitive boy shimmied and squealed while scrunching his neck.

    Jim’s dick was almost painfully hard just from the little bits of teasing he received. The muscular brunet gasped when he felt his shirt being unbuttoned and removed. Slowly his moist tongue wet his quivering plump lips as his shorts and underwear were the next to go. Boyish giggles and squeals filled the room as Trevor lightly tickled his bare feet and toes when he got the clothing to the floor. A long lustful moan came from deep inside when his man’s hard naked body pressed into his back. Jim’s head leisurely bent back, exposing his neck as the talented fingers of his mate firmly caressed his body and slid up and down between his hot, sweaty ass crack. “Oh fucking hell, babe. I’m sooo damn close to busting my load.”

    Trevor chuckled and licked Jim’s ear, which caused him to gasp and softly whimper like a puppy. “Not yet, my baby pup. I’ve got one more surprise for the night before you cum. Can you be my tough big boy and hold out?”

    Jim closed his eyes and willed himself to come down from the ecstasy he felt. “I…I’ll try, Daddy-Trevers.” He rasped out.

    “Good boy, just know that no matter what happens, Daddy’s proud of his boy.” Trevor giggled and lightly slapped Jim’s ass. His giggles increased when the plump cheeks jiggled, and a yelp escaped the other man’s lips. He walked over to the mini-fridge and returned with a pie tin. “This is gonna be cold, but it’ll warm up shortly.” He warned his nodding boy. Trevor smiled and smashed the Boston creme pie topped with a mountain of whipped cream into Jim’s chest.

    As soon as he felt the cold substance against his warm skin, Jim jumped and let out a high-pitched squeal. “Holy shit.”

    Trevor burst with laughter as he guided Jim to the air mattress on the floor. He had his man lie down, then he got on top of his mate and squished the dessert all over their bodies. Jim moaned in sheer pleasure as his generous manhood throbbed and ached for release. Trevor removed the blindfold, then gazed into Jim’s eyes. His dick was just as hard and already threatening to erupt.

    “I love you, Jim.”

    “I love you too, Trevor.”

    Their bodies writhed against each other, bringing them to their desired climax.

    “You remembered my fetish to have sex covered in creme pie.” Jim’s breath hitched as his back arched.

    “Of course, I did. I have the same fetishes as you.” Trevor’s body moved in synch with his mate. “Are you ready?”

    “For ten years, I’ve been ready.”

    Jim and Trevor’s lips smashed together as they humped each other to an explosive volcanic ecstasy-filled climax. Their cum mixed with the creme pie. Finally, the men came down from their release and lay side by side, panting and basking in the euphoria of their rekindled love.

  • Last Call

    It was karaoke night at the little hole in the wall bar around the corner from his building, but Rowan was tired of sitting in the jail cell of an apartment he called home. So the trade off he chose was screechy singers in a dark smoky barroom over staring at four bare eggshell white cinder block walls. 

    His divorce finalized a couple of weeks prior, dissolving a colorful seventeen year run with his high school sweetheart. Rowan and Heather started out hot and heavy, deep in love. However, as with many young marriages, time had a way of driving couples apart. 

    Life got demanding between working long hours, money stresses and just the two of them growing in different directions. First their intimacy waned, the communication followed close after and Rowan turned to porn. Heather sunk herself into her job and friends, it wasn’t ugly, it was just… over. 

    Rowan had been sitting at the bar for a couple of hours chatting up the blonde haired bartender, Regina and a few patrons that sat around him as he sipped on the bottomless bourbon tumbler. He was working to drink away his first Valentines Day alone. 

    He felt the presence of a person taking the barstool next to him, but didn’t look up from his whiskey glass right away. The woodsy scent that invaded his senses told him it was probably just another bearded red neck in a sleeveless shirt. “Shot of Jose Gold and Yuengling please?” The smooth baritone voice grabbed his attention, causing him to look up. 

    The man occupying the black bar stool next to him was anything but what his mind imagined. Jet black hair and smooth clean skin, the young man oozed confidence from every pore. He was way overdressed for the regular crowd, white button up with a small sprout of back chest hair spilling out over the low buttoned shirt covered with a stylish black sports jacket, Rowan guessed he was somebody’s best man who snuck out of a stuffy wedding reception to have some fun. 

    “Hey.” Rowan nodded at the man when he was caught staring at him. The man nodded back, the hint of a grin curling at the edges of his mouth. He tipped his shot glass back, emptying it before slamming it on the cigarette burn covered bar and walking away, beer in hand. 

    Without thinking, Rowan swiveled his bar stool around, his eyes followed the younger man as he walked towards the pool tables at the opposite end of the building. He didn’t understand his nearly involuntary glances as he watched the stranger work a custom pool cue to clear his table time after time, taking down each opponent that tried to win the space he was commanding. 

    Every so often, the man would catch Rowan looking at him and smile. Each of those little smiles curiously raised Rowan’s heart rate. When the man needed another round, he seemed to make sure he stood, not sat next to Rowan, often times so close their arms touched. His woodsy musk slowly blending together with the cigarette smoke in the air and his alcohol saturated breath. 

    Each time their bodies made contact, Rowan felt a warm stir in his core. He recognized the feeling, it was the same burn he used to feel when Heather was close to him. He couldn’t understand why this mysterious man rekindled that fire, but he did. Rowan decided to table his curiosity and continue trying to drink the loneliness away.

    Finally on his forth round, the man looked down at Rowan who was trying hard to not look up and said, “Hunter.” with his hand extended in greeting. 

    Rowan took his hand, chills shot up his arm when Hunter offered a firm handshake. Rowan’s voice crackled. “Rowan” he offered, ‘Damn I sound like a pubescent teenager’, returning fake confidence in his grip. Hunter smiled, seeming entertained by the nervousness Rowan tried to hide.

    When some drunk guy murdered the end of Don’t Stop Believing in the open opera and some of the inebriated spectators offered hoot n holler cheers, undoubtedly for their friend, the karaoke host yelled out “Last Call, last call for alcohol” before introducing the next rock star singer to the microphone.

    Half way through the next song, Rowan felt someone brush his back before Hunter leaned into his shoulder and whispered “You should pay your tab and follow me.” His warm breath caressing Rowan’s skin and lighting fire to his senses.

    ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he whispered under his breath. “I need to get my tab please?” Rowan yelled to Regina over the cacophony of the room. 

    More of an order than a request, Rowan didn’t know why he complied with Hunter’s command without hesitation, but as he exited the building he found the other man leaned against the brick wall to the right of the door. When they met eyes, Hunter’s grin widened. Without a word, Hunter disengaged from the wall and walked out into the parking lot leaving Rowan pacing behind him. 

    Hunter’s truck was parked in an unlit corner of the lot, away from the other cars, adding to Rowan’s growing concern. Remaining silent, when they both got to the truck, Hunter opened the passenger door and motioned for Rowan to climb in. “I knew you’d follow me!” Hunter claimed airing that confidence once again, before he closed the door with Rowan inside.

    ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ Rowan grew more unsure of his choices, but the anxiousness, the taboo excitement was creating a different stir. One that was starting to make the crotch of his Wranglers feel tight. 

    Hunter climbed in the opposite side of the truck, Rowan watched him slide into the center of the bench seat, violating Rowan’s personal space. The cab of the truck filled with Hunter’s woodsy essence and that calculating grin never wavered while Hunter laid his hand on Rowan’s thigh and watched the fear flood across his face. 

    His hand moved upward curiously until it reached the solid mass pushing out against Rowan’s left pocket. Hunter honed in, tracing its outline pulling a soft sigh out of Rowan’s throat. Hunter’s hand moved with confidence back and forth across the other man’s hidden length. 

    Not wanting to stop the feeling of another human touching him while being completely out of his element, Rowan closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back window of the cab. Never having been touched by a guy, it had been too long since he had been touched at all, his ecstasy overtook the doubtful thoughts swirling through his mind. 

    “Ah shit!” He felt the warmth of Hunter’s presence on the soft skin of his neck an instant before his mouth made feather light contact, sucking Rowan’s skin against his lips. “Mmmm” Rowan felt his member throb when the connection was made. 

    Hunter’s fingers searched for passage into Rowan’s pants, fumbling with his belt buckle before Rowan slid his hips forward, making room for the other man to proceed in releasing him into the night air. 

    Lifting his hips off of the fake leather material that covered the truck seat, Rowan helped shimmy his own jeans down shivering as his organ was freed from it’s confinement. ‘If I keep my eyes closed, it’s just lips!’ He thought when Hunter coiled his smooth fingers around him. 

    Hunter’s tongue ran up his length, stopping at his tip to collect a salty droplet that had formed in his slit before circling his tongue around the rim of Rowan’s mushroom. “Mmmm” Rowan whimpered. 

    Moist heat overtook the coolness across the soft veiny skin of Rowan’s shaft when the other man’s mouth engulfed him and moved up and down his length with unbridled enthusiasm.  He worked Rowan up and down, from the top to the base. Hunter’s hand met his lips in the middle, inducing a series of moans and hisses to escape into the darkness completely uninhabited. 

    When Rowan was at the pinnacle of his pleasure, tilting over the ledge of release, Hunter withdrew his hand and buried his lips against Rowan’s base allowing him passage deep into his throat. Rowan growled with animalistic fervor as he leaped off the edge of sanity and unloaded months of pent up frustrations into Hunter’s mouth. 

    Rowan’s face scrunched up from the powerful release of orgasm. His breathing was labored, his head was floaty and he could feel his toes pulled under his feet deep in his shoes. His body twitched with each pump of his seed. ‘Heather never made it feel like this!’ He thought to himself, struggling to even keep that thought in his frenzied mind. 

    Hunter took everything Rowan streamed out with expertise before he came up for air to allow himself to swallow Rowan’s juices. Going back down, his focus was on milking Rowan dry. His plan was to turn Rowan, to make him putty to be formed, made anew. By the sounds his target was making, Hunter felt confident it was working.

    When Rowan was spent and softening in Hunter’s mouth, he pulled off of the man and offered a friendly smile. “You should call me some time.” Wiping the corners of his mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from” Hunter propositioned his new friend. 

    Rowan nodded still reeling from the experience, he reached down into his pocket and handed Hunter his unlocked phone. Hunter thumbed his number into the keypad along with a short message before hitting send while Rowan was putting himself back together. 

    “Shit dude, that was amazing!” Rowan gasped, fastening his pants back up. He looked around the parking lot, for the first time since Hunter’s warm mouth covered him, he felt conspicuous. 

    Seeing his concern, Hunter told him “Don’t worry, know one seen it.” He smiled at the the other man, “And so what if they did?”

    “I just… I” trying to formulate his words, his panting more shallow now, “never done that before.” Rowan sat in awkward silence, not knowing what he should do next. He felt an obligation to return Hunter’s favor. He was so far out of his comfort zone, he couldn’t go that far. 

    Hunter watched as Rowan’s jaw tightened, loosened and tightened over and over. Deciding to save the other man from himself, he placed one last light kiss to Rowan’s neck, “Call me.” and motioned for him to open the truck door.

    “Uh, thanks.” Rowan’s words were shaky and unsure, but he got the hint and closed the truck door behind him.


    A/N: Last Call was written as a submission for an erotic short story contest. I impatiently await the judging. Thank y’all for reading this story and I look forward to your feedback in the mean time. I appreciate it very much! ~Aiden

  • He Always Says That

    I slid, already tired although it was just past noon, into George’s Tavern on the fringe of the small beach town, dressed for business—cobalt-blue silk biker shorts over a red-silk thong jock, white boat shoes without socks, and white mesh athletic muscle T above—to show off the great late-summer tan underneath. Not more than a week after July 4th, it still was a very patriotic dress day for me.

    I took my regular stool at the bar. As I did so, an old geezer, tall, handsome for his age, tight-bodied, and bald, broke away from a group of other old guys at a table and came to the bar, taking a stool, but leaving one empty between us. This was my bar of choice on the outskirts of the Florida Panhandle Gulf-coast town of Watersound Beach to hook up with older men, who tended to pay more. When I wanted younger, more fit and vigorous guys, I went to a couple of taverns outside of Destin, closer to Elgin Airbase. It wasn’t that this was my only choice in life. I was a submissive and I liked being fucked. I also liked being paid for it, though.

    “You look thirsty,” he said, giving me a smile. “Can I stand you a drink?”

    “Sure,” I said. I, in fact, was parched. I’d just come from four hours walking beyond a garbage truck and emptying cans into the back. A shower and a brief nap after I got back to my apartment and I was out to the bars, where I earned the bigger bucks to support my night courses at the local community college. I was determined to get somewhere. It was a rough road to somewhere though.

    The man signaled to the barman. When we’d given our orders, he turned to me—he had a nice smile—and said, “How old are you, son?”

    “Twenty-one,” I answered. “Want to see an ID?” Both the question and my response openly revealed that we were negotiating here—and what we were negotiating about.

    The man’s eyes went to the barman who’d served us the drinks, and Pete murmured, “He’s fine,” which seemed to settle that. I knew I did look young for my age. But I also knew I looked damn good for guys looking for something young. My body was sculpted well. I just had a baby face, I guess.

    It was the truth that I now was twenty-one and it seemed to be the first thing all of the men asked me when I came into one of these bars. The bartenders here at George’s knew that. I watered here frequently, and they’d served me even before I’d turned twenty-one. There were a couple of places I went where the men didn’t ask—because they didn’t really want me to be as old as I was. I knew how to act with these men—each time like a naïve virgin. And when I let my hair down, I’m sure I looked girlish.

    The man let out a sigh—probably of relief—and took a wad of cash out of his pocket. It was far more than was needed for the drinks. So far so good. He separated the bills, pushing a few toward the barkeep when our beers arrived and tucking the far larger wad of bills on the bar top next to where he set the beer can down. The wad sat there as both a promise and a proposition.

    “My name is Hal,” he said. “I’ve seen you in here before.”

    “Craig here,” I answered. “I come here often.”

    “I’ve seen you leave with men from here.” So, this wasn’t going to be a long-drawn-out, beating-around-the bush conversation. The man was in heat. That’s OK. It had been a hot day for me too.

    “I’m sure you have. I leave here with men when I have a notion too.” I gave him a direct look.

    “You have a great tan.”

    “Thanks. I work on it.” I did. It’s why I wore mesh athletic T-shirts to bars like this. They showed off my tan as well as my cut physique. The neighborhoods I slung garbage cans in most mornings weren’t swanky ones. It was the Florida Panhandle, in the summer, I often worked bare-chested. Always in shorts.

    “I’ve noticed the tan doesn’t go all the way up on your legs. You’re wearing shorter shorts now than you usually do.”

    “Sorry, is that a problem?” I asked. It certainly seemed weird that he’d ask this.

    “No,” he said, and laughed. “But it’s something I notice. I have somewhat of a tan line fetish. I find it interesting. Seeing the contrast and the pattern of it, focusing in on the goods, is a real turn-on for me.”

    So, this was going to be easy. I had a really well-defined tan line pattern. My goods also were quite good enough.

    “Of course,” he continued, “if you wanted to avoid that—showing a distinct tan line—there are beaches here where you can get an all-over tan.”

    “An all-over tan?” I said. And, yeah, right, I could just lay out on the beach all morning rather than muscle trashcans.

    “Nudist beaches. There are some nudist beaches in the area. I’m a nudist. I notice tan lines and such. A nudist can get an all-over tan. I’m tan all over because there’s a nudist beach just below my house.”

    “But you like guys with tan lines?”

    “Yes. Them with tan lines, me tan all over,” he answered.

    “So, you aren’t advertising for nudist beaches?”

    “No, just sayin’ what I liked in a guy.”

    “In a guy you want to screw.”

    “Yes.”

    Well, alrighty then. So, I’m going to get to see and admire his “all-over” too, I thought. Well, OK, his body looked tight enough for his age. I didn’t discern any sagging or bagging. No problem if his billfold was sagging.

    Hal was still talking, repeating himself, making sure I got the point. “I do have this fetish about tan lines, though. I bet yours are great. But if you want to work on an all-over tan, I can show you where there’s a great, very private nudist beach—right below my house, as I said.”

    Yes, he did say. So, maybe he’d take me home to fuck me rather than to a seedy motel room. I never took them back to my apartment. It was small and the building was dumpy, but it was all mine, very private. I didn’t share it with johns.

    “And I suppose you would like to see my tan lines,” I said.

    “Yes, I certainly would,” he said, smiling.

    “Just to be sure, you want to pay me to go to a nudist beach with you?”

    “A very private one.”

    Where you will fuck me, I thought. I didn’t have to say it, though. It was what I was here for. That wad of cash was his ticket to use me. As if he’d heard my “yes, you can fuck me” acquiescence in my thoughts, he moved to the stool beside me and pushed the wad of bills over next to my beer can. “We could go over to one now. We could drive in my car and I could bring you back here when we’re done.”

    When he was done fucking me on the beach.

    So, what the hell, I went ahead and said it, “Where you will screw me. On the nudist beach.”

    “That’s the plan, yes,” he said, “where, if you have good tan lines, I’ll worship them and fuck you on the beach.”

    “Sure, why not?” I said. It was what I was here for.

    His ride turned out to be a nifty black Audi A5 convertible. He hadn’t been stingy on the wad of cash he’d sent my way either. This would be a good day. He palmed my butt possessively to guide me out of the bar. He was old, probably pushing sixty, but he was a good-looking devil and looked to be in shape—no sagging or bagging. Well, no sagging except in the wallet, just like I liked it. If he didn’t take pills, it would probably be a one-and-done and he’d be satisfied.

    It’s what I’d come into George’s Tavern for.

    * * * *

    We drove into a gated community right on the coast, south of U.S. Highway 98E. All of the homes were low bungalows with two-car garages between the house and the street. The streets were windy. No one was about. It looked deserted, but everything was kept up well. It looked like money. As we wound down a street, a garage door was automatically raised on one of the houses and Hall pulled the Audi convertible into it and closed the door automatically behind us.

    The house was neatly and expensively decorated. He led me, palm still cupping one of my buttocks, to the back of the house, to the master bedroom beside the living room. Both rooms had an expanse of glass on the back wall overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. This house and the one close beside it, a side window in the bedroom overlooking a side window of the next house, were perched above what did look like a very private beach, bordered on either side by a line of rocks tumbling down into the water. The houses on either side of these two appeared to have their own private little beaches as well.

    I stood at the sliding-glass window out onto a terrace with a small oval pool. The terrace abutted the top of a wooden staircase leading down to the beach. Hal handed me a beer can he’d grabbed from the refrigerator in the kitchen while leading me back here and I took a swig of beer from it. I looked out onto the water while, in my peripheral vision, I saw him in the master bath, opening a medicine cabinet, taking out a bottle of pills, and popping a couple of them. He then stripped down and I could see him going hard already.

    OK, so he was doing it with pills. That usually meant more than one fuck. They always seemed to want to get more than one fuck out of it if they had to use pills to get it up and keep it up. The pills gave them a couple of hours of perpetual hard, so they wanted to dip it as often as they could in that time. Even if they could get up another load of cum, they wanted to play hide the sausage. I’d been this route before.

    His body was a nice surprise, though. He was as trim and hard-bodied still as he had indicated in the bar that he would be. The muscling was wiry, veining stood out on his torso and arms, indicating there wasn’t a lot of fat for them to run through. His thighs and calves were firm, like those of a cyclist. His body was as hairless as his head. His erection was lengthening out nicely. His abs were tight and his belly flat. Surprisingly, he had black swirls of a shoulder and left pec tattoo. He’d been right that his tan was deep and had all-over coverage.

    I focused my attention on the hardening shaft. He would do. If he was at all expert at this, he’d do just fine, despite whatever age he was. I wasn’t whoring myself because I didn’t like having a guy’s cock inside me.

    I started to pull my T over my head as he turned and walked back into the bedroom, but he stopped me. “No, please let me do that. I enjoy that.”

    He pulled in close behind me, his arms going around me, after he’d taken the beer can out of my hand and placed it on the top of a bureau within reach.

    “God, it feels good to be fully free again,” he murmured. “I go naked most of the time at home.” And then, “And you have such a beautiful body. You should go nude whenever you can too.”

    He took his time in almost ceremoniously stripping me, running his hands under the material and gliding over flesh before revealing the flesh. Fingers traced the tan lines of my body, and he was panting when he did that. The fetish talk hadn’t just been come-on talk. He spent considerable time tracing the tan lines. This wasn’t going to be a ten-minute up and down, in and out. He’d glide his finger across the tan line; touch my cock, which was engorging nicely for him; and then go back to tracing the tan line. He was going to take his time. I was going to earn my money, but in the most pleasurable way.

    I groaned and sighed as his hands ran under the hem of the T and up, covering my pecs. I felt him give a little shudder when he realized I had gold bars in each of my nipples. He took time to play with these. I moaned and jutted my buttocks back into his crotch, where I clearly could feel him engorging. His erection slipped between my thighs, under my perineum, and I rocked back on him as he dry fucked me and moved his hand over my body, slowly divesting me of T and then shorts and, finally, the red silk thong. Before the thong came off, he had both hands inside the pouch, feeling, fondling, stroking.

    I reached down and encircled his shaft. He was ready for action—ready for deep-penetrating action. I groaned. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me now,” I whimpered. It wasn’t all an act a rent-boy does for johns. I liked to be fucked. I wanted him to fuck me. You only so often encountered such a long cock, regardless of whether it was pill-enhanced or not. He’d said we’d do it on the beach, but it was OK with me that he didn’t want to wait.

    “You like how I’m hung?” he whispered.

    “Yes, very much.”

    “You think you can handle it?”

    “I want to try.” Of course I could handle it. I was a rent-boy.

    He laughed, went back down on his knees behind me. He was touching and tracing the tan line again with his fingers—and then with his lips. I gasped when his face buried itself in my crack. I jutted my butt back to him, pressed the palms of my hands and of my cheek to the cool glass looking out onto the terrace, the beach, and the sea, and, rocking against his searching tongue. A hand snaked around my hips and he stroked me off as the fingers of the other hand continued tracing tan lines. He took his time eating my ass out, loosening and stretching me, periodically moving his fingers, up to the knuckles, to help in the preparation process.

    I gave a little cry, “Yes, yes, YES! Screw the hell out of me!” as he rose behind me and I heard the snap of the condom. He mounted my ass, put himself into position, slid inside me, and fucked me hard and deep.

    I came first to his stroking hand, splashing my seed on the glass window. He took longer.

    He was still hard when we showered afterward.

    He was still hard when he said, “Let’s go down on the beach,” and we did, still in the nude. He was still hard when he put me on all fours on the large beach towel on the sand, crouched over me, holding my hips between his knees, mounted me high on my ass, and fucked me like a dog in heat.

    And he was still hard when, after another shower in his master bathroom, he folded up my clothes and put them on a shelf in his closet, saying, “Going nude is what we do here,” and led me to his bed, put me down on my back, grasped my ankles, raised and spread my legs, thrust up inside me, and fucked me again in the missionary position. He was even harder than before—and thicker too. The pills were keeping him hard. I gasped as I was stretched and worked. He had great stamina for his age. Thrust . . . moan. Thrust . . . groan. Thrust . . . whimper. I wasn’t so well used that I didn’t feel—and love—every stretching thrust.

    “Christ, you’re killing me good,” I gasped. He laughed.

    Going nude wasn’t the only thing he did in his house. He fucked nonstop when he was on the pills. He fucked really good, so I wasn’t going to complain.

    We were cooling down on the bed, bodies in entwined, Hal still hard and evidently having every intention to continue fucking me until the pills wore off, when we heard the garage door going up.

    “Oh, shit,” Hal exclaimed. “Angela. My wife, Angela. She wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow. Fuck. You need to be out of here. The beach. Go back down on the beach. I’ll come for you when I can. No, there’s no time for your clothes. Get out of here. Down to the beach! Out the sliding glass doors!”

    * * * *

    “I’ll bet Hal told you this was a public nudist beach. He always says that to his young men.”

    “His young men?” I asked, looking up and seeing that there was a huge bear of an older man crouching down beside me. I was sitting on the towel Hal and I had left on the beach, my knees drawn up to my chest and my head down, dozing, as I waited for Hal to come down from his house to give me the all clear on coming back up—or maybe bringing me my clothes and getting me away from here.

    The man was gorgeous in a wild, hairy way. He appeared to be older than Hal was, bigger in every way, and his heavy, hirsute body was overwhelming in contrast to Hal’s trim, hairless one. The man was a god, though, a Zeus. His hair was salt and pepper in color and curly and silky in texture. It covered his body from his luxurious head of hair and his bushy mustache and beard down to his bush. His eyes were a piercing pale blue, contrasting with his heavy tanned body—an overall body tan. He was a large, heavy man, but muscular in a way that, although he was thick through the torso, the impression was more of power and perfect proportion than of fat. He was naked other than the gold jewelry he wore—rings in his nipples and a thick one in the massive purple bulb of his cock, and a thick gold chain around his neck, with a heavy gold coin suspended between his bulging, hair matted pecs. His cock, in half erection, was the thickest one I’d ever seen on a man—one referred to as a beer can cock. His balls swung from down from the root of that, low hanging, the size of lemons, and covered in fuzz.

    I melted to him. If he wanted to fuck me, I was all his.

    Although he was naked, he was carrying a towel and a small pouch. He put the towel down on the beach beside the one I was on, but he didn’t fan it out. That gave me the notion he planned to share my towel with me, and I wasn’t put off by that idea.

    “Come, let’s get a look at you,” he said rather than immediately answering my question. Strong, beefy, hands, the backs of them and of the fingers covered in hair, insert themselves between my knees and my chest and coaxed me to unfold. I reclined back onto my elbows. He grasped my knees with a strong, but gentle grip, and pulled my thighs apart, bending my legs and setting the soles of my feet down on the wide towel. I was completely open and vulnerable to him. I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind a bit.

    “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, giving me a twinkling smile.

    “No so far,” I said, already having decided I’d let him cover me if he wanted to.

    I was open and vulnerable to him and he looked down at my naked body, assessing and possessing with his searching eyes. “Yes, very nice. Very fuckable. One of Hal’s better finds. I can see how he was able to manage so many mountings.”

    I didn’t mind drawing this out—toying with him a bit and not letting him know he had me at “I’ll bet.”

    “Excuse me?” I asked. “Who are you, please? You’re saying this isn’t a nudist beach? I’ve been led to believe nudism isn’t about sex so I should be safe from being hit on at a nudist beach.” My voice was shaky. The man was overwhelming. He was a massive, hirsute god. Shit, that cock was impossibly thick. He’d split me in two.

    “Nudists not concerned with sex. That’s a good one. Did Hal say that to get into your pants on the beach?” He laughed. His voice was in the low baritone range. His laugh was even deeper than that. His hands remained gripping my knees, keeping my legs spread, exposing my cock and balls, the shaft engorging. I couldn’t help that. He was swaying my legs back and forth a bit, mimicking the rhythm of a slow fuck. I melted to it.

    “Do you seriously think I came down here without the intent of fucking you?”

    “No, I guess not.”

    “My name is Rodney. This isn’t really a nudist beach, young man. But it can be a very private one. It’s summer. This is a 55-plus retirement community. Most of those living here are snowbirds. They live somewhere else, somewhere cooler, in the summer. Just these two houses up there look down into this beach. And Hal and I have an understanding and shared fetishes. So, yes, we often go nude on this beach. Hal and I are both nudists when we can be. He lives in that house and I live in the one over there. We both bring young men down here on this beach to fuck. You’re a beautiful young man. I’m sure Hal went wild over these tan lines. I saw him screw you good already.”

    What was that about? Down here on the beach? The first time had been in the bedroom in Hal’s house.

    One of his hands came off a knee, but I didn’t move it, and traced my tan lines. I maintained the slow rhythm of swaying my legs back and forth, both of us, I’m sure, imagining him already between my legs, inside me. I shuddered at the touch of him and my eyes went back to his crotch as he crouched on his haunches beside me. I gave an involuntary moan. He had engorged further, both in length and width.

    He looked down at where I was looking and laughed. “Yes, you put me in erection. Not for the first time. I don’t have to use pills like Hal does. And, yes, I am going to screw you good if you let me. Whatever Hal’s paid you I’ll match. You’re not an amateur pickup, are you? You’re a pro. You’ll give me what I want for money, right?”

    He gestured to the sand beside me, where I saw the small pouch he had brought down to the beach with him. It was open and a couple of Trojan Maxum condom packets and a thick wad of bills peeked out of the opening.

    “What makes you think that I . . . shit. Oh, fuck.” He had grasped my cock with one hand and moved one of my hands to his gigantic erection with the other. I began to pant heavily.

    “I think you let me because I watched Hal fuck you—against the window in his bedroom, down here on the beach, and in his bed. Hal likes to bring rent-boys home when Angela isn’t here and fuck the stuffing out of them. They go with him for pay, though. He’s an old guy. I don’t think they’d go with him without being paid. I don’t think you did either. My bedroom window looks into his. When he fucks a guy, I watch. He knows I do. He watches me when I’ve gotten lucky too. We work together. I like to watch. But I like to fuck too. If you don’t say no, I’m going to pick you up and fuck you now. Seeing Hal do you has put me into high heat. I can do it better than Hal. You’ll see.”

    “I don’t know. I think you are too big,” was as much as I got to say as he was standing and pulling me up with him.

    “We’ll manage,” he said in a deep voice. “I’ll take all the time it takes to give you a good screwing.”

    We did manage, but it wasn’t easy, and I didn’t really have the ability to say no or even to go slower in getting that gigantic shaft inside me, because I was panting breathlessly, crying out, and, eventually, dancing on the clouds.

    He was right. He gave me a good screwing.

    He fucked me in a standing bully position, holding me in front of him, my knees hooked on his hips and my fists locked behind his neck, as standing in a balancing crouch and spreading—thankfully—my butt cheeks with his massive hands, he huffed and puffed in getting his massive erection inside me.

    He stretched me. He nearly split me. He slayed me. I begged him to give me more time, to let me catch my breath, to not to try to stuff quite so much of it inside me, and then, eventually, to ride me hard and deep—to take me around the moon and up to heaven.

    I caught the gold coin hanging between his pecs with my mouth and took it inside, sucking on it to quell my involuntary response to scream bloody murder at his forceful penetration until I had stretched to accommodate him and he set up a rhythm of long, deep thrusts and I joined with in the rocking of my pelvis against him.

    He tensed and jerked, tensed and jerked, while I held my breath, already having shot my cream into the hair of his belly, and filled the bulb of the Trojan Magnum to almost bursting. His grip on me relaxed and he let me slide down his meaty legs to the sand below in a babbling heap of satiated pleasure. My blond hair, tied in a pony tail, had become loose and the curls cascaded down to my shoulders. The conquering gladiator, Rodney tore the spent condom off with one hand and tossed it into the sand while running the fingers of the other hand down into the curls on my head, turning my head and pulling it up, and forcing my mouth onto his cock to clean it off.

    He was still in full, magnificent erection. Had he taken pills too, I wondered. He’d said no. But I didn’t wonder much on that. I was busy trying not to gag too badly or to lose my breath in trying to accommodate his shaft in my throat.

    It wasn’t too long—and long at all—before he was pulling away, repositioning me on all fours on the towel, resheathing himself, mounting and penetrating me, and taking me to a fully stretched heaven again. After he finished me this time, he picked me up and carried me up the wooden staircase to his own house—the one next to Hal’s. His floor plan was the mirror image of Hal’s. He had pulled the curtains on his bedroom’s side window so that Hal—or, more likely, Angela—couldn’t see into his bedroom. He laid me on my back on the bed, gently coaxed my thighs apart, put my ankles on his shoulders, and fucked me again.

    Could he never have enough? Apparently not. Did I want him again and again? Absolutely.

    Not long after he’d started, his cellphone rang, he answered, gave a grunt, and then an explanation. As he went over to the window and pulled the drapes open again, he said, “That was Hal. He says his wife has gone off again.” That meant Hal wanted to watch, and he did so, palms pressed to window and leaning in, watching Rodney fuck me on his bed.

    Now I was reamed to his Trojan Magnum, beer-can cock need, and I moved with him, took him deep, and danced on the clouds, taking his gold medallion into my mouth to suck on and to keep what he was doing to me from being transported to the house next door in the form of passion-anguished screams. That didn’t keep Hal away, though, he appeared at Rodney’s bedroom door and then on Rodney’s bed, and the two fucked me together, both of them inside me, sandwiching me between them. When they were done, I lay there, stretched out, completely open and vulnerable as the two naked men chatted, retrieved some beer from the kitchen, and showed that they were completely comfortable with each other in the nude as well as with a young, doubled, exhausted, and ravished young man moaning on Hal’s bed.

    After they’d finished their beer, Hal returned to his house. Not long after that he pulled the drapes in his bedroom. Angela must have come home.

    Later, as the light from the sinking sun was filtering away from the beach and water below the houses, I sighed and let my hands glide through Rodney’s hairy chest, belly, and pubes. His erection was finally gone, but the shaft was still of commanding presence. I sighed.

    “I guess I should be leaving.”

    “Your clothes are at Hal’s, aren’t they?”

    “Yes.”

    “This is Angela’s Bunko night. She’ll be off to the other side of the complex this evening. You can retrieve your clothes then. Until then, you can stay here. I’ll fix you dinner. We’ll continue going nudist. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

    “No, no problem.” I’d been naked most of the day as had the men I’d been with. It had been fine. More than fine, it had been great. No, I didn’t mind watching Rodney the Magnificent move around in his house in the nude at all. He must be sixty, but his was still magnificent—a Zeus. And Hal wasn’t bad for his age either. I had warmed to this idea of nudism, especially to being able to walk around in one’s own house all day without encumbrances. But it was more appealing if there was someone else in the nude in the house with you, someone like Rodney, or even Hal. I’d never be able to separate it from thoughts of sex though—and I couldn’t imagine wanting to separate it.

    “We’ll go over to Hal’s after we’ve heard Angela leave. OK?”

    “Yes.”

    “Both Angela and Hal are nudists, so he’ll be going nude when we go over too.”

    “Yes.”

    “You don’t have to go home right away then, do you?”

    I paused, contemplating. “No,” I answered.

    “Were you OK with being doubled, right? Just checking again, because Hal and I are both hot to share your again. Enjoyed it, did you? You didn’t have any trouble sheathing us both. Your channel’s tight, but it takes both of us nicely. We’ll pay you more. When you get a real honey, Hal says, don’t let him go until he’s fully used. Make him squeal.”

    Again I paused, but I was honest in my response. I was a seasoned rent-boy. Of course I’d been doubled before—and gang banged, for that matter. The main issue was that Rodney was big enough for two all by himself. “Yes,” I said.

    “There are different positions of that. Maybe Hal and I—”

    I swallowed hard. Two old geezers—but . . . “Yes. Whatever you want.” And it wasn’t just for the money.

  • JPS Case Files: Tom

    I was asked by my friend SC Walker to write a guest chapter based on his fantasy series called JPS or Jock Pussy Syndrome. He has stories here on GayDemon you can read that will also direct you to his other sites. It was fun mixing my style with his scenario! Enjoy!  


    Jesus I can be dumb. 

    I mean there we were wrapping up a great practice, I was really throwing my weight on the field like a good lineman. All those extra hours at the gym, a lot more food, a little bit of roids my cousin had given me, and I’d added 50 pounds of muscle to my frame. I wasn’t one of those cut muscle guys though, I was a solid 245lbs. of thick beef with big pecs and arms. My thighs had grown bigger too but what really stood out was how big my ass got. I’d always had some junk in the trunk but now it was a huge round bubble butt. 

    Some of my teammates teased me about it in the showers, talking about how I better not bend over or some bullshit. Yuk yuk yuk. This other lineman Rossi even tried grabbing my ass once while we were all joking around. He’s almost as big as me and I easily threw him off but not before his hand actually slid down my crack to my hole. 

    “Dude! You’re so smooth,” he announced. “Do you shave your ass?” He then started laughing with the other guys. I guess I could have explained that no, I’m just naturally pretty hairless but I didn’t want to spend more time on that bullshit. 

    So we’re wrapping up and I’m walking off the field when fuck, I twisted my ankle or something. Just stepped wrong in some rough turf. Ok, maybe higher than my ankle but it sent a shot of pain through me and I buckled a little. 

    “Wozniak!” Coach yelled to me. “You ok?”

    Crap I didn’t want the Coach to think I’m some kind of pussy. He was someone I definitely didn’t want to disappoint. “Yeah, Coach. I’m good,” I said quickly and tried hiding a limp. 

    He didn’t buy it. “No deal, Wozniak. Go hit the infirmary. It’s late but someone should be there.”

    “But Coach…,”I protested. 

    “Stop whining like a girl and do what I say. Now,” he sternly commanded. 

    Of course I did what he said, walking through the gym to the medical offices in back. The door was unlocked and the light was on so I sat on one of the chairs outside of the examination room. I’d never been there before and didn’t know what the setup was like. Am I suppose to just wait? After a minute I stood and my leg didn’t feel too bad, maybe I’d go home. I wanted to ditch this old jersey and the cut-off sweatpants I was wearing, they felt wet from sweat.

    Just when I was ready to bounce, in walked this really tall black dude. He looked 6’5″ to my 6 ft, short hair, clean shaven, dressed like he worked in an office although he had big pecs and arms. He had to have played basketball. 

    “Are you Tom?” he asked. 

    “Who are you?” I shot back. 

    “I’m Eric. Coach said you were injured and told me to come meet you here. I’m actually a nurse but I can look to see if you’re ok.”  

    “What’s up, Doc?” I cracked. Heh. I always wanted to say that. 

    “Again, I’m not a doctor. Let’s go in the examination room and take a look at your leg,” he told me. Guess not everyone can take a joke. 

    In the exam room Eric closed the door behind us and told me to sit on the exam table. He stood in front of me and I told him it was my left leg so his hands began feeling around my ankle. “It’s actually higher,” I said and his hands slid up my smooth calves to my thigh where they felt  around. It felt pretty good to be honest, like a massage, and I sort of zoned out and looked him over. 

    “You ever play basketball?” I ask.

    “I did,” he answered with a sigh and continued kneading my leg. 

    “I asked because you’re tall,” I explained. I needed to up my game with the funny stuff.

    “Yeah, I got it,” he answered before stepping back.” Well seems you’re ok.”

    “Hey Doc,” I asked with a grin.” Big all over huh?” I wiggled my eyebrows and looked to his crotch to drive my point home. Damn, I guess he was big all over. A thick long snake was hanging down one pants leg. It looked fucking huge, man. What would  something like that feel like in your hand? I’m a big guy but I’ll be honest, my dick didn’t grow like my ass had. With the size of my thighs now, my 6″ looked sad. He coughed and I realized he’d caught me staring at his junk.  

    “You know what?” he announced.” I think we should do one more treatment. Can’t let you leave in pain, can we?” I should have expected this, it’s always some extra bullshit so they don’t get sued.” Get up, take off your clothes, and lie down on the table,” he told me. 

    I started taking off my shirt then stopped. “Everything?” I asked. I mean, I was here about my leg. 

    “It’s the only way I can examine you in depth,” he replied seriously. Damn, he was sounding more like a doctor every minute. I pulled off my jersey and dropped my shorts leaving me in just my jockstrap as I climbed on the table and laid back waiting for the next step. 

    “Actually, roll over on your stomach. You seemed to have pain in your upper thigh and I can access it easier if you’re face down,” he told me. 

    I mean that made sense. Did I have pain in my upper thigh? Probably. So I did what he said and rolled over. He seemed to really mean business and I wasn’t going to question him or what he told me to do. 

    “I’m putting this pad under your waist to angle you better,” he said.”  I was impressed, this guy really knows what he’s doing. He had some kind of pillow that raised my round bubble butt in the air. I’d never heard of this technique but I was no doctor. 

    His hands went back to massaging my leg and yeah it felt good. He was strong which must’ve helped with a guy my size. His fingers slid up further until he was kneading near my hole. When he pressed deeper I got the oddest feeling, a tingling or buzzing in my butt. Wtf? Did I really hurt my leg? Is this what it felt like to become paralyzed? 

    I mean, except for the good part. Not gonna lie, I was actually liking the buzzing feeling, an itch deep in my ass. When Eric pressed again I let out a low moan, I couldn’t help it. Maybe I should get him to stop.

    “Don’t stop,” I quickly gasped.” I mean, yeah, that’s the pain there. Maybe even deeper,” I suggested. 

    Eric obviously listened because he not only massaged deeper but now his hands moved to both of my ass cheeks, spreading them apart until cool air hit my hole making it twitch. 

    “Tom, I’m noticing some sticky liquid dripping from your rectum,” he said from behind me. One of his fingers scooped up some of the mystery liquid and rubbed it on my asslips. 

    “My rectum?” I asked. I’d never heard of one of those. 

    “Your butthole,” he stated. “There are other terms too.” Oh great, a leaky rectum and a science class, just what I needed. “Do you mind if I examine a little deeper?” he asked. 

    I didn’t care at this point. His finger pushing on my asslips felt amazing, one step closer to scratching that itch in my hole. “Go as deep as you need, Doc,” I told him. 

    Weird, I thought I heard him spit before feeling wet on my hole and his finger actually entered my ass. I’d never felt anything like this and I have to say, it felt pretty good. In fact the more he slid his finger inside, the more I thought he might scratch that itch. I needed him to. 

    Eric curved his finger and holy shit, what the fuck did he just poke? It was incredible, like jerking off but not coming yet. Why didn’t they tell every guy about this? I raised my ass up for more, it was that good. 

    “Like that?” Eric asked while I squirmed. “That’s called your prostate. It’s like your male clit.”

    What’s a clit? Jeez I felt dumb so I pretended to be interested. “Oh, sure,” I said not very convincingly. “Tell me some other names, I really don’t know anything.”

    “You want me to teach that big white muscle ass some things, huh?” he said with a low chuckle. “Another word for your rectum will surprise you because it’s an anatomical term that’s been misused.” 

    No idea what he’s talking about. I’ve never had a word surprise me. Eric’s finger was surprising me though, sliding in my smooth hole to hit my, what did he call it? My prostrate. I tried to focus when he continued talking. 

    “The other word is pussy. Pussy is another term for your rectum, especially big muscle boys like you,” he said. Wait, what? Are you serious? That can’t be true. All this time I’ve said pussy it actually meant my butthole? It kind of makes sense. I mean I’m no pussy expert but I know both have lips and are pink. Mine’s hairless too and I heard girls shave their pussies. I honestly felt a little smarter already. 

    “Are you going to keep massaging my pussy?” I gasped. 

    “I can,” Eric said.” But other things also take care of your pussy. Would you like that?”

    “Aw yeah,” I groaned while his finger kept hitting that spot.

    “Ask nicely,” he said as he slid another finger inside me.

    “Please,”I moaned.” Please play with my pussy.” Did I say play? I meant check or treat or whatever. I think he got the idea though because both fingers swirled around the rim of my hole driving me crazy.

    They both pulled out and something wet took their place. I couldn’t see but swear to God it felt like a mouth with a really fat tounge licking my hole. It stopped and Eric said “I’m using a new technique involving something soft in your pussy. For now. Just relax.” He went back to pushing that long toungue deep inside. Man I had no idea this could feel so good. I wonder if this is what chicks feel like when they get their pussy eaten.

    “Damn this cunt is sweet,” Eric said from behind me. Ohh, I get it, cunt must be another word for my rectum.

    “Fuck yeah, Doc. Eat out my cunt,” I moaned. I even reached back and spread my butt cheeks so he could get deeper and reach that itch. He was lapping up that goo from my pussy while he nibbled on the lips too. 

    He stopped and stood behind me. “Keep spreading that big bubble butt with your hands to show off those puffy cunt lips. You like this treatment, huh?”

    Fuck yeah I did. If I could give a prize for Best Pussy Treatment, Eric would be a winner. To think, just a half hour ago I had no idea I had a pussy in my bubble butt. I also didn’t know how amazing it felt when it was played with. Oops, I meant treated. Doc was doing whatever he needed to do to make me feel better and so far it was working. “I love this, man. My pussy wants this all the time.” I gasped. 

    It still blew my mind what pussy really meant. If you weren’t smart like I am now and heard me talking about my pussy you might think I’m some horny girl. I’m not slut shaming any chicks either. Hell if this is what they feel, I’d be begging guys to eat my pussy all the time. 

    “I think you’re ready for the next step,” Eric said behind me.” I’m going to use something else on your pussy and it might get messy so I’m going to remove my work clothes.” Makes sense. If I dressed like him I’d be careful too, I fucking hate doing laundry. 

    His pants fall, then his shirt before his fingers began rubbing around and entering my pussy again. I spread my thighs for more access and he climbed on the table behind me. There wasn’t much room between the both of us so he moved closer until something pressed on my hole. “You ready?” Eric asked in a low voice over my shoulder. 

    Who would say no to a massage like this? “Fuck yeah Dude,” I answered.” I need something. Your fingers, toungue, whatever you got.”

    “Where do you need something?” he growled.

    Jesus, this really was like science class. “In my pussy,” I answered.” I need you to put something in my cunt.” I hated sounding like I was begging but all I could think about now was that itch. 

    I guess he now had my legal permission or something, there was definitely pressure on my hole and fuck, it felt huge. I didn’t think my hole could open that big. Suddenly the spongy end popped inside me. I took a couple of deep breaths to overcome pain like I do on the field and it seemed to work. Now I just felt full and it starting feeling good. Really good. 

    Eric pushed more and this new thing  slid deeper in me. It rubbed my clit button Eric found earlier but man this amped it up to eleven. I gave into the feeling, relaxing until seven inches of that thing filled me. It’ll probably stop now that it’s all in but damn it was amazing. 

    “Ok, about halfway there” Eric said.” How’s that muscle pussy now?”

    “So good,” I moaned. All I wanted was to – wait…halfway?? Man I can’t even imagine how that will happen. On the bright side I bet it would definitely hit that itch and I need that bad. I don’t even know why or what that feeling is but that had to happen. I slid one of my big arms under my stomach to reach my hole and holy fuck, what was in my pussy? It was fleshy and veiny and my ass lips were pulled out on a thick shaft.

    “You feel that, baby?” Eric’s deep voice said in my ear. “That’s half of my huge 13″ dick in your white boy cunt. You gonna give me all of that muscle pussy?”

    I couldn’t believe it, I had a huge black cock inside me. Not even all the way inside me yet. Yet? How did I not see what was happening? Am I stupid again already? 

    But but but…holy crap it felt amazing. I really think it could hit that itch and I had to know. “Aw fuck, Doc. I need all of that black dick  in my pussy.” 

    When he heard that he held my hips and steadily drilled the remaining six inches deep in my hole until his thighs hit mine. I squeezed his dick with my ass muscles, sucking it deeper, and then it happened. His huge cock hit that itch in my cunt sending shock waves through me. I needed it to keep hitting that spot but that stupid pad was in my way. I yanked it out and got on my knees, big bubble butt raised and my shoulders down on the table. 

    “There ya go, baby,” Eric said.” Damn your pussy is so wet. You’re just a horny muscle girl aren’t you?”

    No, I’m not. Just because I have a smooth pussy that needs something big inside it doesn’t mean I’m a girl. And yes, my huge round bubble butt is spread while I’m getting stuffed with 13″ of black stud cock. But I’m on the football team and there aren’t girls on the team. I’m an injured jock and this is treatment from a doctor. It might feel incredible but that doesn’t mean I like it. And I’m muscled, no girls have muscles. 

    Then Eric hit that spot in my pussy again and I had to rethink everything. “Yeah,” I gasped as he hit that itch. “Fuck me hard, dude. Make me your girl.” 

    If Coach saw me now, I’d die. I can’t imagine my life if Coach was here, he might even  throw me off the team. He’d call me into his office, ask what happened, and then want to see my pussy to know if it’s true. I might have that itch again and if Coach touched my cunt lips I might need him to slide his finger inside. The Coach in his office fingerbanging the biggest member of his football team, my smooth pussy like…like a girl. I moaned again.

    Eric spoke in his deep low voice,” How’s that cunt doing baby? You like a big man’s dick inside you, don’t you?” I nodded lost in the feelings I got every time he hit that itch. The more he kept punching it, the wilder it felt until I was about to cum. Holy shit, I’m not even touching my dick, I’m gonna shoot from my pussy getting filled. Thinking about being a cunt for Eric’s huge cock, about Coach fingering my smooth hole, about Coach’s huge dick getting hard and sliding into my big muscle pussy and fucking me like a chick. 

    “Aw fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.” Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Coach!” My body was taken over by the orgasm coming from my cunt. I could feel my ass muscles contract and I was leaking a lot of goo now. As my pussy squeezed Eric’s cock, I could hear it gush onto the table.

     Eric started pounding faster, his huge cock thickening before it unleashed shot after shot of jiz in my cunt. “Fucking shooting my babies in your muscle pussy. FUCK, big smooth white ass pussy,” he said while pushing deep and unloading over and over. I kept milking his dick and Eric’s spunk made me feel stronger. I could practically feel my bubble butt growing. That makes total sense,  jiz makes muscles grow, everyone knows that. Maybe this treatment is something I should keep doing. 

    “So Coach huh?” Eric said as his huge dick slowly slid from my open hole.” I bet he’d love to put some muscle daddy cum in your pussy. You can play a whole game holding his jizz inside you.”

    I bet Coach’s sperm has lots of good stuff in it, I could use that extra strength when I play. Actually there are several guys on the team who are also really strong like Coach. That guy Rossi was a dick when he grabbed my ass but he’s a powerhouse. I could get him to help me for the team. Who could refuse the huge muscle butt of a teammate who needs his pussy filled?

    “Tom, I do need to tell you one thing though,” Eric said. Uh oh, he was all serious again and I couldn’t even think of one of my jokes. “You seem to have symptoms of an affliction called Carson’s Syndrome. Have you heard of it?”

    Here we go, science class again. How the fuck would I know what this is? “Ummm.. kinda?” If he asked any more questions I’m just gonna say it’s hard to think with all his jizz dripping out of my muscle pussy. 

     “It’s also called JPS or Jock Pussy Syndrome. It’s nothing to freak out about but I’d advise you to sign up for one of our workshops. I’ll be there with some others and we’ll show you effective exercises for your pussy.”

    Ok this made sense. I’m definitely a jock, at this school I might be Most Jock. I just learned today about my pussy or as people in the medical profession call it, my cunt. Not sure what syndrome means. But it does sound like there will be a lot of exercises filling my pussy. I’m listening…”Like this exercise?” I asked, maybe a little too eagerly but who wouldn’t.

    “Maybe,” he said. You should try to come soon though. Left untreated, you might find yourself desperate to get help.” 

    “Dude I don’t get desperate, I get even,” I told him and then waited because man I sounded cool. Besides what am I gonna get desperate about? Has he looked at me? I’m all muscle and what’s more today I found out about my pussy. I reached back to feel it and was a little surprised at how open and wet my cunt was. Maybe that was Eric’s sperm and I didn’t want to waste that did I? I took my fingers and pushed as much back inside my pussy as I could. 

    Eric had gotten dressed and I threw my practice clothes back on. “So Doc,” I asked before I headed out.” Thanks for the info man. I didn’t know most of this stuff and men should talk about their pussy. I’m gonna tell my Dad about my pussy when I get home.” 

    Eric gave me an odd look about that but I was smart now. “Don’t worry,” I told him.” I bet my Dad’s cool. He was a big jock too, still thick muscle from the gym. Maybe I’ll make him give me a treatment in my pussy like you did.”

    “You know what,” Eric told me.” you do that. I bet your Dad would love to play with his big son’s muscle cunt.” 

    No duh. I said goodbye and finally left the gym. When I was walking to my car Rossi was leaving from the locker room. “HEY ROSSI,”I yelled to him.” WHAT’S UP FRIDAY NIGHT? WANNA COME OVER? MY MOM’S AWAY SO IT’LL JUST BE US GUYS.”

    Poor dude looked kind of shocked I was talking to him. I was going to be the bigger man tho. Plus he was strong. “MY DAD’LL BE THERE BUT HE’S COOL. WE’LL HAVE FUN, PROMISE.” He nodded yes so I waved goodbye and took off. 

    What a day, too bad I still had that itch.

  • Fond Memories

    It was a hot July day and my friend Chris came over for a swim. As we sat by the pool drinking in the sun I was also checking out the guys who were doing some work on a building in my apartment complex. They had all shed their shirts in thr afternoon heat, and their bodies were tan and shiny with sweat. I took another drink of my beer and began thinking about them tying me to a sawhorse and taking turns on me.

    “What are you thinking about?” Chris asked breaking up my nice daydream.

    I just smiled and said “Oh nothing.”

    Chris snuck his hand over and rubbed the bulge in my speedo and laughed.

    “Sure.” He teased. “I know what you are thinking about you dirty slut.”

    I just smiled.

    Chris stood up and I could now see the outline of his cock in his swim trunks. “I guess I will just have to take you upstairs and give you a good spanking. Then fuck you silly slut.”

    I got up and he gave my ass a slap right there then led me to the stairs going to my apartment. The guys all stared at us as we walked by them. I heard one of them make a comment about fags, and the other ones laughed. Except one. Our eyes locked for a moment and he kind of smiled. I gave him a wink.

    When we were done Chris dozed off and I went out on my balcony with a beer to smoke. Of course I went back to my gangbang fantasy as I watched the men work. The one who smiled at me looked up and saw me and I gave him a smile. I wondered what was on his mind. He could have just been staring. I had pink hair at the time and lot’s of tattoos and I always attract stares from people. But they way he smiled made me think he was interested.

    He was hot. He was in his late twenties, lean and muscular with a few tattoos scattered on his tan torso. He had curly brown hair sticking out from under his ball cap and a scruffy beard. That night I edged myself while having nasty fantasies about him doing all kinds of things to me.

    The next day they were back. I tried to think of a way to talk to him. I was sure he didn’t want his homophobic coworkers seeing him talking to a flamboyant fag like me. I had to be careful.

    Finally I saw him off by himself by the trash dumpster. Perfect. I wrote “I would love to have a beer with you. Apt 216.” On a piece of scrap paper and walked to the dumpster with my trash. When I caught him looking at me I dropped the note on the ground and pointed at it. I saw him pick it up and put it in his pocket. I went back to my apartment and spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if he would show. I showered and cleaned up just in case. Then I put on shorts and a tank top and nervously waited.

    The crew packed up and left about five and by about six I figured he wasn’t coming. Then I heard a knock. My heart raced as I ran to open it. He nervously looked around before stepping inside.

    “Well hey!” I said cheerfully and introduced myself then invited him to sit down. He introduced himself as Eric and sat on my couch as I fetched a couple of beers. I handed him one then sat down across from him. He still looked nervous and gulped his beer fast as if he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. He finished it and asked for another one.

    “You can relax.” I said as I gave him his second beer. “I won’t tell anyone you were here.”

    “Thanks.” He said as he took another gulp. “Sorry I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

    “You’ve never drank beer before?”

    “Oh I’ve drank lots of beer!” He said with a laugh. Then he began fidgeting a little bit as he tried to think of something else to say.

    “Well all we are doing right now is drinking beer. Unless you want to do something else.”

    “Well maybe I do.” He said slowly.”I’m not sure what though.” He looked around and fidgeted some more as if he wasn’t sure what to do now.

    “Have you ever been with a guy before?” I asked carefully.

    “Yeah. A few times. But he just gave me blowjobs. And it was a long time ago. I didn’t give him one or anything.”

    “Well I would love to give you a blowjob.” I said with a smile. I walked over to him and got on my knees between his legs. “If you want me to of course.”

    “Yeah I do.” He whispered.

    I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was already semi erect and it quickly grew in my hand. It was a beautiful cock, about six and a half inches long with a thick purple mushroom head and a thin veiny shaft. I teased my tounge around the head as I looked up at him, then I slid it down my throat taking it deep. I slowly bobbed my head up and down on it for awhile before I suggested we go to the bedroom. There I undressed him, got naked myself and we got on the bed and I straddled him, kissing his chest, licking his nipples and working my way down his flat stomach before I sucked him some more. Then I gave his sweaty balls a nice licking and went back to his cock. This time he put his hand on my head and got a little more aggressive controlling my speed. I blew him for awhile longer before I stopped and ran my tounge up and down his shaft. I looked up at him as I did. Finally I asked if he wanted to fuck me.

    “Can I?” He asked a bit uncertain.

    “Absolutely.” I whispered.

    “I’ve never done anal before.” He said nervously.

    “Well I am sure you can figure it out!” I said as I ran my tounge along his dick. “I would love this in me.”

    He said he wanted to use a condom so I got one and put it on his dick, then squirted plenty of lube on it, then I got face down and stuck my ass in the air, and rubbed some lube on my hole, fingering myself a little and getting good and wet. Then I told him to fuck me. I felt his head push a little bit on my pussy, and I told him just to shove it in. He pushed again and his thick head penetrated me, making me moan a bit. I felt him stop as I moaned but I told him to keep on going. His cock slowly slid in me until I was full.

    “Oh yeah!” I moaned. “That feels so good. Now fuck me like a whore!” I wiggled my ass against his pelvis and clenched around him.

    “Oh fuck!” I heard him say in amazement. “That feels good!”

    “Oh yeah?” I asked looking behind me at him. “You like that boi pussy?”

    “Oh fuck yes.” He moaned as he slowly stroked his cock in me. “Fuck that feels good.”

    He fucked me slow some more then began to speed up. I begged him to fuck me harder and soon he was really going at it, ramming it in and out. “Oooohh fuck you have some good dick!” I moaned as he humped me. “Beat it up stud! Fuck that pussy!”

    I kept saying dirty things to him as he worked me over. He ran his hands over my ass then gripped my hips tightly as he slammed himself in me. He may have never fucked a guy before but he caught on really quickly. He even slapped me on the ass a few times before he said he was about to cum.

    “Let me swallow it.” I begged as he gave me a few brutal thrusts. I moved so his cock feel out of me and pushed him down on his back and ripped off the condom. I looked him in the eyes as I put it in my mouth and sucked him. Just as my own orgasm built inside me, his cock erupted and he feed me his hot cum. I felt myself explode covering my hand and stomach. We both trembled with orgasm as we came at the same time. I continued to suck him until he begged me to stop.

    “Did you like that?” I asked still holding his cock in my hand. He was still hard.

    “Oh fuck yes. That was awesome!” He exclaimed, still a little out of breath.

    “Mmmm yes it was.” I said.

    As he recovered from his orgasm he stared to look nervous and ashamed. I could tell he was ready to leave. He started to explain but I just said “It’s really ok. I completely understand.”

    “Oh well it’s just that I need to get home.” He said awkwardly as he got dressed. I could tell he felt guilty.

    “Eric I am not a girl.” I said looking at him and smiling. “I don’t expect cuddles or anything. Don’t feel bad.”

    He smiled looking a bit relieved. I got up to walk him to the door.

    “And just so you know, I meant what I said. Nobody will ever know you were here.” I reassured him before I let him out. He nervously looked around then quickly vanished.

    The crew worked the rest of the week then the finished and left. I never saw Eric again. But I truly hope some bottom is lucky enough to be taking his beautiful cock.

  • Mon Ami Hetero

    Hi! I’m Benjamin, but everyone calls me Benji. I’m 18 years old, I’m 1m90 and I’m gay. I’ve known this since I was little, in fact since I understood the meaning of sexual orientation. Since I was 8 years old, I have had a best friend named Matthew. We were always in the same class since kindergarten and therefore did all our schooling together. I was strongly attached to him but he had always considered himself straight. But this year something had changed in him….

    We had spent the whole summer together between swimming pools, beaches and parties. In September, at the start of the school year, as usual, we occupied the same room at the boarding school and remained in the same class once again. For several weeks, nothing changed from the previous years. However at the beginning of October, Matthieu began to watch me more and more, to accompany me to bodybuilding on Wednesday afternoons… I even think that I lost boxers a few times and found them in his closet. For me it was nothing, it didn’t matter to me and I found it normal. His change stopped there until that December night.

    I came back from bodybuilding much later than usual, it was already almost dark. I barely had time to open the door to our bedroom when a hurricane in the form of a handsome straight guy pushed me over and overpowered me on my bed. Stuck and unable to move I exclaimed:

    – “Matthew?! What are you doing?” while I was trying to understand my roommate, I felt his hand make its way under my T-shirt, wet with sweat after my workout. I blushed and chuckled:

    “Ehh eheh Mat-Matthieu?”

    I then tried to struggle but this 1.95m, muscular and irresistible stallion wouldn’t let me go anytime soon. Suddenly he said, laughing:

    “You’re so cute….and your laughter…I could listen to it for hours” after that he started rubbing his hand on my sweaty weak stomach.

    I moan tenderly while giggling “mh… Eheheh…”

    Suddenly I found myself on my back with my arms in the air. My friend manipulated me like a doll.

    – “Let me do it” he whispers tenderly in my ear

    At the feeling of his whisper, a great shiver ran through my body and a slight lump was created in my boxers damp with sweat. During all these years my friend had often made me excited to the point of getting hard but he had never done it on purpose. This time, this thrill of excitement was one of the best feelings I had felt… So I didn’t know what was going to happen to me.

    So I let myself go, he let go of my arms and tied them to the bed base. I was therefore now within reach and unable to defend myself from this assault. So he started to plunge his hands under my T-shirt and tickle my ribs. I howl with laughter under this attack, I struggle in all directions, laughing heavily. My reaction visibly had an effect on him, he smiled and sneered devilishly.

    After minutes of torture that were hours for me, Matthieu changed his target and kissed my navel tenderly. That said inflate the boxer and made me blush even more than a tomato. I looked down and saw that her face was also scarlet. He placed those lips on my belly and stuck his tongue out to dig into my navel sensually. I moaned loudly while trying to contain myself by biting my lip. My body began to shake and Matthieu seemed to love what he was doing to me. Desperately I say:

    -“…mh…please…..not here….”

    – “Come on you know you like it”

    While waiting for this sentence my cock hardens even more, I was now almost completely hard and I could not bear this assault any longer. He knew it. He stopped, looked down, and looked at the now visible bulge in my pants. It was not long before I took off my jogging, and I therefore found myself now in boxers in front of my friend, who was supposed to be straight. However his next attack was not directed at my pipe but at my damaged size 47 shoes. I often saw Matthieu stare at my feet for minutes, I even saw him sniff one of my dirty socks as I walked the shower. However, he must not tickle my feet. Indeed, it was not only my weakest and most ticklish point, but it was also my erogenous point.

    After a few minutes when he took off my shoes and socks, he tenderly caressed my feet for about twenty minutes. His touch was gentle, but my feet were too vulnerable not to feel the awful torture of those sharp fingers on my soles and between my toes. After this he decided to attack and tickle my feet violently. I started screaming like crazy, gesticulated in all directions and begged him to stop:

    “STOP….Hahaha…ha..ha..please….haha”

    For 10 minutes he tortured my feet diabolically, with a smirk on his face. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

    “Haha….stop I’m going to cum…..”

    He stopped abruptly and came up to my face:

    – “You’re really too sensitive Benji, I hardly tickled… but you’re cute like that” then he kissed me. His kiss sent a heavy shiver down my now rock hard cock.

    He pulled his lips back and lowered himself down to my boxers this time, pulling them off in seconds. My erect and now bare cock was pointing at the sky. Matthieu took it brutally, I bent my back under his touch and let out a heavy moan and I started to sweat a lot. As he moved his tongue over my glans, he amplified the emotion by masturbating my trunk. These combined actions were fatal to me, in just a few seconds, I ejaculated and launched a huge jet. I had never felt so much excitement in my life. My straight roommate was even the first person other than me to touch my penis in this way. After a few minutes to recover, I asked him:

    “….woahw….but man….I thought you were straight?”

    -” You didn’t appreciate this experience from your best friend? Whether I’m straight or gay doesn’t change anything if? ” He said smiling stupidly observing what he had left me in

    -“…I…loved it…it was amazing….”

    He smiled brightly and patted my shoulder friendly:

    – “I’m glad if you liked it then!”

    If he knew how much I liked that…

  • Kol, Lord of Ass

    Note: If you like Kol, check out my other fantasy erotica series on Amazon Vella. It’s called “The Blue Cock” and about a lad named Vik (no relation to Kol’s brother, lol), whose body is discovered to produce a most powerful blue elixir.

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    Part I

    I am Kol, Duke of Asselvya and, for 20 years now, Lord Protector of the Realm on behalf of my only brother, His Glorious Majesty, King Vik the Third of Ignatia. I am my brother’s most powerful lord in men of arms, in wealth, in land, in influence. As Lord Protector, my word is law, second only to the King, even above his own sons.

    In my prior chapters, I told of Svetoslav – Svi, to me – the muscled, brash, emotional, not very bright, not-at-all-inclined-towards-men, yet exquisitely fuckable lad who’d captured my attentions. I’d engineered a way with his lord father to extend my stay so that I might more fully enjoy him. Yet life can surprise you and Svi’s abundant gifts turned a backwater dalliance into something more. Might Svi become my first… favorite?

    ——

    “What will I do in the City?”

    I glanced over my shoulder at Svi, naked and unfucked in my bed. I was in a tub being washed and massaged by my valet. It was late afternoon and I’d just finished a second day of court – a second long day of court.

    I’d returned to my chambers to find Svi, wearing nothing but a heavy gold chain – my most recent gift to him. He’d come leaps and bounds over the nearly three days since I’d had him first fuck himself upon my cock. He’d progressed from an embarrassed lad to one with the balls to greet me in my own rooms.

    Indeed, only one other man – my steward Sal – ever did such things. And even Sal did not do it often, only when he was upset about something. While an excellent steward, he was also high-strung and oversensitive after a lifetime of harsh treatment by his father. So a particularly stinging rejection or a fight with his sister, my wife, might send him flying into my rooms unbidden.

    Each time, a good hard fuck and a declaration that I was pleased with him in my service was enough to restore his equilibrium. Ah, if only others’ problems could be solved so easily!

    But Svi was different. He didn’t come to my rooms in search of a fuck, though he did come to fuck. An important distinction I needed to bear in mind when dealing with him. That he’d grown comfortable enough to be naked around my men was the biggest surprise as my guards had – wisely – made the judgment call to grant him admittance but not leave him unsupervised in my private space.

    He’d even ordered a bath prepared, which I gladly availed myself of. And I wasn’t surprised when he asked his question, as we’d had variations of the same conversation ever since I’d promised that I’d take him to the Capital.

    Or, at least, that was what I thought I’d been promising at the time. But the lad’s ambitions had been broader than that and I’d soon discovered that he’d meant that I’d take him to my capital. As my favorite.

    Upon learning this, I had not withdrawn the promise or clarified it, but – unusually for me – I was of two minds about the matter. I am a decisive man. While I will change my decisions as circumstances warrant, I usually have no difficulty with making the necessary decisions.

    But a favorite in my capital? While there were no small number of lads I fucked regularly, none could rightly be called a favorite. Indeed, aside from a couple of dalliances in my youth, I’d never had one.

    Yet the idea was not… unappealing. Svi was beautiful and so would be an ornament of my court. Indeed, over the past two days that I’d held court here, I’d often had him sit to my left on the dais, the consort’s traditional position, while his father, as the local lord, sat to my right.

    And Svi had sat there proudly – which was a good thing as his sitting to my left, wearing a heavy gold chain sporting my royal emblems let the cat well and truly out of the bag. He couldn’t have been marked more as mine if I’d collared him and had him sit at my feet. Even his lord father had finally realized what was going on.

    This resulted in a marked cooling in my relationship with Lord Gil. Not that I cared, if Svi didn’t. I’d broken no rule of hospitality and accorded his son my favor and every respect. Moreover, our pending mining deal would greatly enrich his coffers. So, no, I did not care if I was no longer in Lord Gil’s nightly prayers.

    Lord Gil had likely been among the last to realize. I’d been getting “you’re fucking my husband” looks from Svi’s wife since I’d gifted him a second ring. It was a look I was very familiar with as I’ve been getting it in various forms since I was sixteen. But she was also not a concern – a meek girl chosen for her prettiness and hips who’d been made even meeker still by the cold neglect which this family treated its womenfolk. Certainly, Svi’s interest in her seemed to not extend beyond the bedroom.

    That Svi had already gotten a baby out of her and out of his lord father’s wife, too, also weighed in his favor. Svi was large, muscular and virile. That he bent for me not only flattered my ego but also reflected well on my own virility. As God had set men to rule, it was important that the people felt themselves to be ruled by proper men.

    And, since my days of killing men with my sword were past and I find excessive hunting to be a chore, my cock was the easiest method of demonstrating my superiority. Having Svi around would serve as a useful reminder to the great and mighty of the realm of my virile appetites. Lords were well used-to guarding their daughters and jealously watching their wives. They were far less at ease watching their sons and guarding their own asses.

    As to asses, that brought me to the crux of the matter. Svi had no common ass. And I had fucked enough men to recognize it and to know I wouldn’t tire of it for quite some time, if ever. Hell, we had not yet even reached the limit of Svi’s ass-skill.

    Indeed, Svi sported that gold necklace – one which I’d been rather fond of, in fact – after climbing on top of me, unbidden, two nights prior and working his ass upon my cock in a way that left me gasping. It’d been the first time he’d fucked my cock with the express aim of making me spend. And the lewd sight of his muscular ass moving up and down my cock, his back and legs sweating and straining with the effort, was not one I’d soon forget.

    As I am but a man, that was a performance that had deserved a special reward and putting my necklace on him, after my head stopped spinning, had seemed the right course.

    And even Svi’s flaws no longer seemed so bad. His quick-spend cock I’d first thought a disappointment, yet now I appreciated the exquisite control it gave me. If I wanted to spend into his clutching and spasming hole, I had but to grab his cock as my crisis hit. If I wanted him to first feel my cock erupting within him – something that always made him give a cute little yelp – I had but to jerk his cock as my own cock drained.

    And his intolerance for cock after spending? Well, I’d recognized that that was just a reflection of his ass’s great sensitivity. Was Svi a lad I could pound without limit, like Sal? Nay. But I had but to touch Svi’s hole and his entire body reacted. It was a fine trade-off.

    So, given all these factors, why was I not clearly decided? Well, upon reflection, I realized my reservations came down to two reasons. First, I worried for the lad. The same qualities that had made him fall so easily into my bed, and which made him so well-suited for a local dalliance or, say, a trip to the Capital – his jealous, insecure, status-conscious, covetous nature – would place him at risk in the deeper, more dangerous waters of a true court.

    As my favorite, people would try to use and influence him to influence me. Now, that was not altogether a bad thing. Using a favorite or mistress as an intermediary could be a very useful thing for all sorts of delicate negotiations. And observing the people who’d try to ingratiate themselves to him could provide important information. But, frankly, I doubted that the lad was clever enough to play those games without blundering about.

    And Svi was just clever enough to get into serious trouble. He wasn’t vain yet he had now discovered that he was desirable to more than just bored, neglected wives. He now knew the pot of gold on which he sat. Surrounded by other wealthy, powerful men, he might be tempted to overplay his hand. And that would be the end of us.

    For I would not be cuckolded. My second wife was exiled in a far backwater, and thought by all to be dead, because she had bedded one of my guards. If Svi broke faith with me, I would have to punish him, and the prospect of that was not a pleasant thought.

    Secondly, Svi had met and surpassed all my desires as a lover. But if he were to be my favorite, he would require a lot more training. In short, the boy would require a lot more work. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that prospect either.

    ——

    All these thoughts and doubts went through my mind as I regarded him. My cock hardened at the sight of him, naked and at ease in my bed. Well, at least it knew what it wanted. And since I hadn’t retracted my promise, and the lad had shown no signs of wanting something else – quite the contrary – I shook my head. Time for me to rid myself of this boyish dithering and do the necessary preparations.

    “Why are you shaking your head, Lord?”

    I laughed at myself. “Not shaking my head at you, boy. And you can do whatever you wish.”

    “Can I be your guard captain then?!” he asked excitedly.

    I chuckled. “No. You’re to please my body, not guard it. Though you can train with them if you wish.” I then filed that thought away as a good one. Training with my guard would keep him productive and occupied, and his body in fit condition.

    After my valet had dried me off and wrapped me in a robe, I dismissed him on an errand. I then sat at the table to refresh myself and read some correspondence. If Svi was curious why I wasn’t fucking him into the mattress, he gave no sign. He just lay there and talked about idle things.

    Before long, the pretty bastard with an amazing mouth – I’d since learned his name was Keeta – arrived. It was time to continue Svi’s training.

    I’ve generally found that there are far more great cocksuckers than amazing bitches. Why I do not know. Yet even among that talented lot, Keeta had rare skill. Or rather he had a passion for cock and lewdness of personality that, combined with his mouth-skill, set him apart from the rabble.

    In any event, as Svi could not stay the night with me for appearances sake, Keeta had been very useful these past few days. I prefer to start my days light and balls-empty and Keeta served that role very well.

    I opened my robe revealing my cockstand and waved Keeta over. The lad immediately kneeled before me and took my cock into his mouth.

    Svi, who had watched Keeta’s entrance with indifference, sat upright and exclaimed: “What is he doing?!”

    I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Smiling, I said: “What do you think he’s doing, boy?”

    “But I’m here!”

    Eyes still closed, I made a shushing sound. “Right now, I want him to do it. Calm yourself, lad – I won’t neglect you.”

    I didn’t have to see Svi to know that my answer sat very ill with him. But I’d called Keeta here for a purpose. If Svi was to return home with me, as my favorite, then he’d have to get used to other men in my bed. Having him watch me get a cock-suck from Keeta seemed the easiest way of going about it. Svi was a lad who required the direct approach.

    I wasn’t surprised that Svi wasn’t prepared to let the matter drop. “Who is he even? I know not his face.”

    I looked at Svi then to see if he was truly asking. He had an angry expression on his face but I saw no lie.

    I’d already learned from Keeta that Lord Gil had not acknowledged his bastard. He’d just sent his pregnant mistress away and provided a small retainer. That was not unusual, though the treatment of bastards ranged a great deal. Some lords treated their bastards as members of the family, while others behaved like Lord Gil.

    Upon his mother’s death, and thus the loss of his retainer, Keeta had come to the castle seeking work. Despite his lack of serving skills – or, more like, given his particular other skills – he’d obtained a plum wine server position. Since that time, Lord Gil had not acknowledged him in any way, though he could hardly have failed to notice the resemblance in his new server. Though Keeta had told me all this in a rather dismissive manner, I knew he was resentful. Quickly spotting bitterness and resentment were a matter of life and death for a ruler.

    Personally, if I had a bastard, especially an estranged one, I certainly wouldn’t put him in charge of my wine. Lord Gil was either very confident or completely oblivious of what a resentful servant could do, I thought.

    In my view, bastards should be properly cared for, then put into the Church or a decent trade. Never the military though – boys without legal claims should be kept away from swords and power. Of course, my views on bastards were purely philosophical, as the bitches I bred didn’t bear me pups.

    I knew my brother the King felt similarly and acknowledged his bastards – with our unusual brown coloring, he would be hard pressed to not! He was rather fond of placing his boys with blacksmiths – good, manly work that was always in demand and posed no threat to his legitimate sons. As for the girls, he kept them near and in time would marry them off to respectable tradesmen.

    Unusually, he sent neither boys nor girls into the Church. Not due to any antipathy against the Church. I think he just disliked the idea of our family’s seed not spreading.

    As to Svi and Keeta, I looked carefully at Svi and decided that he really didn’t know that Keeta was his bastard half-brother. On the other hand, Keeta certainly knew the truth, but that’s usually the case with outsiders, isn’t it?

    I ignored Svi’s question, since Svi didn’t care about the answer anyway. Svi knew that Keeta was not a person of importance and that was enough for him.

    Meanwhile, Keeta’s hands were running up and down my thighs, and I tapped his arm. He took my meaning and climbed into my lap to kiss me. His talented mouth extended to kissing, I’d discovered, and the feel of his rough garments against my bare cock and chest added a layer of excitement to our passionate kissing.

    “You can’t…”

    Annoyed, I snapped my finger sharply in Svi’s direction. I then broke off my kiss and gestured for Keeta to get back on my cock.

    The snap of my fingers had shut Svi up yet I still leveled a hard look at him. “You may stay or you may go, but you will mind your tongue.”

    I then closed my eyes and tried to re-focus on the pleasure swirling around my cock. I fully expected to hear Svi storming out. And that would’ve been fine with me. There are bound to be moments of tension and upset during any lad’s training. And a fuck after making up from a fight was one of life’s gifts.

    Yet I heard nothing. And after I continued to hear nothing, my curiosity got the better of me and I glanced at Svi’s direction.

    He was watching me and rubbing a hand in a circular motion over his heavy chest. Since he caught my look at him, I felt that I had to continue looking at him lest it appear like I had been peeking at him. This only emboldened Svi who grasped one thick nipple and tugged it.

    Svi’s cock was, at best, half-hard. This wasn’t about his own arousal. It was about mine. For as much as I had learned about Svi and what made him tick these past few days, the boy had also evidently been learning about me.

    Then, when Svi grasped his other nipple and tugged them both, I almost spent into Keeta’s moaning mouth right there. But I didn’t.

    Instead, I tapped Keeta to move him away and I stood up. I walked over to the bed. Battles are not always lopsided victories. Often times, even a defeated enemy scores some good blows. I planned to win this particular battle, but had to acknowledge a good maneuver on Svi’s part.

    I pushed Svi flat on his back, then bent and spread his legs. Svi gave me a near-insolent look as I greased my cock. I then braced myself above him with one arm and slowly eased myself into him.

    I was fair annoyed, though whether more with him or with my own weakness, I could not say. Still I was careful. Only a fool wrecks his own mount because of a foul mood.

    Once I was fully seated and his hard cock rested against my belly, I bent down and ravenously feasted on the tits he had just taunted me with. But I would have the last laugh.

    For I was obsessed with Svi’s chest not just for their looks, though that was certainly important. They were hard and round and firm with muscle, yet had just enough softness to bounce when I fucked him. And his thick tits, poking out of his dark blond fur, were positively made for sucking and fondling. Damn near obscene on a lad.

    Yet plenty of men had nice chests. Hell, I had a very nice chest. But Svi’s chest was as sensitive and reactive as his hole, and that made for a very potent combination.

    Thus, it was only when Svi lay gasping beneath me, cock leaking and sweat pooling at the base of his neck, that I grapped the back of his neck and looked him in the eyes. His prior insolent look was gone and he had the wide-eyed gaze of a lad well-speared.

    I continued looking into his eyes. Then slowly and deliberately, almost in sync with my slow thrusts, I said. “You do not use the word ‘can’t’ with your lord.”

    He shook his head no, but that wasn’t enough. I needed to be sure that Svi acknowledged his defeat so we could move on.

    “Say you won’t,” I said.

    But Svi hadn’t conceded the battle. He reached up and grabbed the back of my neck and mashed our mouths together.

    We hadn’t kissed before. While it had been a goal of mine, it was one I’d been content to be patient for and to let it come in its own time.

    And the kiss was… good. I don’t know why I thought he wouldn’t be good at it as he certainly tupped enough maids. Perhaps because he was such a terrible cock-suck. In any event, I was surprised, delightfully so, but overcame it and kissed him back with gusto.

    Indeed, our tongues had a sort of battle, with me plundering his mouth only to have my own plundered in return. And I was so focused on the feel and taste of his mouth that I was caught unawares by my own crisis.

    I then hurriedly gave his cock a swift jerk. He gasped into my mouth as his spend splashed between us and his ass squeezed my spasming cock.

    God, I had just been marveling at the fact that I’d not yet reached the upper limit fucking Svi, and then the lad emphatically hammers that point into my head. Fuck.

    Since a tactical retreat was in order, I pulled out and rolled onto my back. “Get out,” I said. “Both of you,” I added when I realized that I hadn’t dismissed Keeta and he’d just sat there watching us. I wondered if it pleased him to see one of his noble, legitimate, wealthy brothers also taking it up the ass. Perhaps I’d ask him.

    Svi got out of bed and gave me a bow. “My lord,” he said, all proper. Yet I caught the look on his face as he turned. I’d seen similar when he’d bested his friends arm-wrestling. No lad leaking my seed should ever look so smug.

    ——

    That night, at dinner, I informed Lord Gil that I had seen enough and would leave the day after tomorrow. I’d have papers drawn up tonight memorializing our negotiations for our seals on the morrow.

    Lord Gil smiled – the first genuine one I’d seen out of him since he’d realized I was bedding his golden child – and bowed his head. “I am most pleased, Your Grace, that we were able to come to an arrangement. The Red Sisters will be well taken care of, I promise you.”

    I listened with half an ear as my attention was focused on Svi. I had not told him of my plans and I took a sort of petty pleasure in the look of surprise on his handsome face.

    In truth, I was ready to return home. I had tarried here long enough. My afternoon… disagreement… with Svi hadn’t altered that feeling. And I was still more than willing to take the boy with me, if he wished it.

    Of course, at no point had I retracted my promise to take him, so if he felt some doubt or unease on that score, that was solely on him. And I was fine with letting him sweat a bit on that topic.

    Yet the lad’s confidence had strengthened over these days of my steady attention and favored treatment. While before he might have sulked his way through dinner, now he touched my arm and leaned into me. “After dinner, Lord?”

    At my nod, he lost his unease and dinner continued pleasantly enough.

    If his lord father caught our exchange, he pretended not to.

    ——

    Part II

    The boy had said “after dinner” and truly meant it for not half an hour had passed before he entered my inner chamber. I had been dictating the mining papers to my clerk and not been expecting him for another hour or two.

    Over these past days he’d always come to me late, hair and body still damp from his bath. But now here he stood still wearing his clothes from dinner. Not that I minded – I’d take my lad filthy, too.

    I dismissed my clerk and, seeing the sheepish expression on the boy’s face, I noisily exhaled and shook my head. Earlier annoyance gone, I beckoned him closer. “Come, lad. Don’t mope about. You know I shan’t leave you behind.”

    He approached and looked me square in the face. “Truly?”

    I raised an eyebrow at that. “You doubt me?”

    He shook his head. “Nay, Lord.”

    “Good,” I said as I placed my hand on his crotch. I then opened the front of his pants, pausing long enough for him to widen his stance. I then reached between his widened legs and rubbed his hole with a finger.

    I’d originally started touching him this way to tend his sore hole and then to accustom him to the feel of things on and in his hole. But it had become sort of a… thing between us. Now, I touched him like this as the urge struck me and whenever I could get away with it. I’d never treated another lad so.

    Not penetration, just a circular rub, firm enough to get his breath to hitch and his cock swell. All my dithering really had been nonsense since, in truth, I’d already laid claim to him.

    And now our little greeting was all the sweeter. Svi might have kissed me to best me in our argument. But he’d opened the door and I’d see the door ripped off its hinges. Now, as he rode my finger, I lightly squeezed one of his nipples with my free hand and kissed him.

    To the lad’s credit, he kissed me fully. I suppose Svi already well understood there was no backtracking with me. Everything given, I would keep.

    I was the one to stop our kiss. Stepping away from him, I turned to the basin to wash and perfume my hands. My back to him, I asked: “Are you here for the night? Or did you just come for some assurance?”

    “I would… make amends, Lord.”

    I waved a hand. “No need. Just don’t do it again.”

    “Still… I would do so. Will you permit it?”

    I turned to him then, intrigued. Svi – for a lad not naturally inclined towards men – had developed a certain… astuteness with respect to my desires. While I had no desire to be inscrutable to my lovers – after all, how were they to please me if they couldn’t figure out what I wanted? – it was more than a little humbling to have my desires so well understood by a boy who had never been fucked until just a few days ago.

    I spread my hands and smiled. “Then, by all means, make amends.” I was looking forward to what the boy would come up with.

    Svi smiled and approached me. Then, with a firmness that reminded me that his muscles were not just for show, he guided me to the bed and proceeded to disrobe me. His technique had more the manner of an untrained valet than a seducer, yet I somehow kept quite keen. And when he then bid me lie flat upon the bed, my blood really surged. I had not forgotten the night he had ridden me like a proper wanton.

    But he just stroked my hard cock for a moment before saying: “A moment, Lord.” He then hastened from the room and returned with Keeta! They approached the bed, then, as if agreed prior, stripped out of their clothes.

    Looking at the two half-brothers side-by-side, I was again struck by their contrast. Svi was taller, larger, hairier and blond, while Keeta was black of hair and had the slender build of Svi’s elder brother Torsten. Truly, if it wasn’t for their identical green eyes, I would never have guessed that Keeta was Lord Gil’s by-blow. I wondered if Svi had finally grasped the connection when he came up with this scheme.

    Well, I grasped Svi’s plan – clearly he was going to make amends by showing that he could watch another suck me without becoming agitated. And it was a good plan – and nothing bad enough to trouble my conscience, at any rate.

    However, the first sign that I’d again underestimated Svi was when both lads climbed into bed, each on one side of me. Without ceremony, Keeta grabbed my cockstand and licked the head with a soft moan.

    But the completeness of my error was revealed when Keeta drew back then gave a clear “your turn” look at Svi. Svi then leaned forward and gave my cock a good, strong lick.

    “Good, Lord,” Keeta whispered. “Now, swirl your tongue around it – like this.” He then demonstrated, in an exaggerated and lewd fashion. Svi then copied him, and this time he looked up at me afterwards. I gave him a look of approval.

    I’d certainly had two lads suck my cock before. Hell, I’ve had three lads suck my cock (more trouble than it was worth, to be honest). But I’d never had one lad train another on my cock. It suddenly occurred to me that I could have been delegating a lot more these past years.

    “Now squeeze it, Lord.”

    More pre-spend oozed out my cock and Keeta chuckled at Svi’s hesitance. “It is but salt water, Lord.”

    Not one to be laughed at, even lightly, by a servant, Svi licked my head clean.

    “And swirl,” Keeta instructed.

    They went back and forth like this – an almost maddening mix of intensity and neglect. And when Keeta seemed satisfied, he said: “Now take him in your mouth, Lord – as much as you can. Our Lord has a giant cock.” He gave me a flirtatious smile at that last part.

    I smiled back at him. What man doesn’t like to hear his cock praised? And at least for me, it was true.

    Svi took me into his mouth in his peculiar way and it was all I could do not to laugh at the confused expression on Keeta’s face. He then looked at me and I gave him a significant look.

    Keeta tapped Svi on the shoulder and pulled him back. I thought he would then demonstrate, but instead he stuck his thumb in Svi’s mouth and said: “Suck, Lord.”

    This obviously surprised Svi but he did as he was bid and sucked Keeta’s thumb. Keeta then pulled his thumb out of his mouth and said: “Now, do that to his cock, Lord.”

    Svi leaned forward and I fair arched my back off the bed at the intensity – or, rather, from the surprise at actually being sucked.

    “See, Lord – you are a master,” Keeta murmurred. He then pressed down on the back of Svi’s head making him take more of me in, pressing down until Svi coughed and choked.

    Letting Svi back up, Keeta said: “Breathe through your nose, Lord.” He then pressed Svi back down. Svi resisted going so far down again, but it was no matter to me as he kept his mouth tight as he moved up and down – a significant, delicious improvement. And I had no doubts that he’d go deeper with time.

    “Faster, Lord,” Keeta prodded, and Svi picked up the pace. From some burst of intuition, Svi grabbed my cock with one hand and started jerking me in sync with the drag of his mouth and tongue on my cock.

    It was all suddenly so right and my body seized as my cock erupted into Svi’s startled mouth.

    Blessed Keeta then placed his hand on the back of Svi’s head again and said: “Swallow, Lord.” And Svi did so – if in a sloppy, wasteful way.

    Well, not wasted, as Keeta gently sucked my cock clean after Svi pulled back.

    Svi looked up at me and I grinned at him. For once, his beautiful mouth looked improved – the slight reddening and swelling that only a proper cock-sucking can give.

    I spread my arms and gestured for both my lads to lie by my sides. With my cock no longer distracting me, the warmth of their bodies was a welcome thing. I closed my eyes, utterly relaxed, and lazily ran my hands up and down their sides.

    After a moment, I asked: “So, how did you like my seed?”

    Svi said quickly: “’Twas good, Lord.”

    I laughed and shook him. “Liar.” But it was no matter. I squeezed Svi’s side and kissed the side of his head. Soon my seed would be as mother’s milk to him. There was no backsliding with me.

    I probably would have continued in this half-doze a little longer, yet, unlike Svi, Keeta’s hands were not idle. Keeta’s own lazy stroking of my stomach and chest had drifted downwards until he was actively – and quite competently, too – stroking me back to full hardness.

    Once I’d been fondled enough, I disentangled myself from the two and moved to the bottom of the bed. I then kneeled on the bed and greased my cock.

    “Hands and knees,” I said. Amusingly, both lads moved to comply, but I gave a soft slap to Keeta’s leg that he should stay still.

    I then moved behind Svi and slowly pushed the tip of my cock into him. I stopped at just the head and moved it slightly back and forth so he could feel the stretch. Then I slid into him in one smooth thrust.

    I grabbed the sides of his torso and gave him two tugs back. Svi got the message and proceeded to push back against me, fucking himself on my cock.

    Keeta just watched us. In truth, in this matter, he could have learned from Svi – the gasps, the swears as Svi smashed his own ass-joy. But I doubted Keeta would have agreed. I imagine he thought his little performances while being fucked were quite good.

    But then I realized I was being… uncharitable. Certainly, it wasn’t the lad’s fault he had no ass-joy. At least, he still tried to give a good ride. And he had known just how to train Svi into a decent cock-suck. I gave him a grin and thought that I would really have to reward him for his service.

    Keeta grinned back at me, then, in one smooth motion, slid under Svi.

    “Keeta, god damn it!” I shouted, for I didn’t need to be able to see to know what he was doing. Svi bucked as if poked with a sharp stick. Then, predictably, he seized up around me, swearing loudly, as he spent.

    This… was unexpected yet I was almost as trained to Svi’s ways as he was to mine. For I moved forward and clung to his sweaty back, pumping furiously until I erupted inside him. I pulled out of Svi yet stayed on top of him, nibbling the back of his shoulders.

    Meanwhile, Keeta rose like a serpent and, as he had on our first encounter, opened his mouth to display his seed-coated tongue. He then swallowed.

    “Fucking degenerate,” I said as I tapped Svi’s side – a signal for him to get a wet cloth. I then pushed Keeta flat on his back and took his slender cock into my mouth. I held him down with one hand while I sucked him sure and hard.

    I broke off a few moments later to see Svi staring at me, wet cloth in hand. From the look on his face, it occurred to me that he didn’t know that I sucked cock. Oh, my lad had no idea what it meant to be my lover. I’d suck his balls empty and, when the time was right, I’d eat his hole. My tongue on his responsive hole – oh, that day would be a treat. The lad truly had no idea what he was in for.

    I tilted my head at him, reminding him to clean me off, and returned to Keeta. I worked Keeta hard and fast with my hand and mouth and he spilt down my throat with a cry.

    Then, for the second time, I fell back onto the bed and drew both lads to me, though we were all quite a bit sweatier this time around. I kissed the tops of both of their heads and told Svi that he’d stay the night.

    If the lad was to return home with me as my favorite, he should probably know what it was like to spend a night with me. And, after all, it wasn’t as if there was anyone left who didn’t know I was fucking him. The time for polite pretenses was past.

    I then fell into a very satisfied sleep.

    ——

    Part III

    I awoke to a room dark except for the light of the moon. One of my servants must have extinguished the candles as we slept.

    Both lads slept by my side. I carefully climbed over Svi and headed to the privy for a piss. I returned to find Svi half-awake and he brushed past me as he went to take his own piss.

    When he returned, he fell heavily face-first back into the bed. But I’d already readied myself. I spread his legs and moved between them. I pressed down on his back and said: “Lift your ass.”

    After a sleep-addled moment he did so, and I slid my slick cock in. I pressed down hard, keeping his face and chest flat against the bed. We were like two dogs in an alley.

    Even in the dark, I knew Keeta was paying close attention. So, after I spent, flooding Svi’s bowels for the third time that day, I looped my hands around Svi’s shoulders and roughly pulled him back against me.

    The effect was to force Svi upright, still speared on my cock, with his large leaking cock sticking out. Keeta wasted no time swallowing Svi down. I helped with a few shallow thrusts of my sore cock and within moments Svi seized up and moaned out his crisis.

    I had thought the strength of Svi’s prior crisis had been mostly the result of surprise. Yet this time, too, had been quite strong. Now I couldn’t tell if it was from the feel of a mouth on his cock or that feeling in combination with a smack against his ass-joy.

    Fortunately, an entire future was before us and I would have ample time to experiment. For if it was the latter, I’d certainly have no problem arranging for a convenient lad for Svi to empty into when I fucked him.

    Hell, with Svi’s natural preferences, I might even arrange for a pretty girl to do it. Yes, the future held all sorts of interesting possibilities….

    The three of us then went back to sleep.

    In the morning, one of the first things I did was bend Svi over the bed and inspect his ass. And I was pleased to find it in good condition. My poking and prodding produced only the usual reactions from the boy. He’d been bred thrice since the prior afternoon and was not even a little sore.

    So, the boy had no ass-tolerance after spending, but he was also quite resilient. If I’d had a choice between the two, I would have chosen the latter, no question. So it was a happy discovery. Indeed, every sign pointed to it being time for a proper favorite. It was as if God had dropped Svi from Heaven onto my cock.

    I then replaced my slick fingers with my cock. When I’d stuffed him again, I said: “Still wish to come with me, boy? Last chance, for next I see your lord father you’ll be mine.”

    He’d spent a night with me, was filled with my seed, and being fucked yet again – let him decide now if he wanted this to be more than just a dalliance.

    “I… I… wish it, Lord!”

    I leaned into him. “Then you are mine until I release you.”

    With that, I cocked my head at Keeta – our silent witness – and he dropped to his knees below Svi. Fucking degenerate, I thought. But that was the thing about hanging with bad company… more often than not, you sank to their level.

    I squeezed Svi’s chest and spent into his clutching ass yet again. And when I felt him clamp down harder as he spent into his bastard brother’s mouth, I couldn’t feel too bad about it.

    ——

    Later that morning, I sat with Lord Gil and his steward to finalize our agreement. As the weaker party, Lord Gil would retain the official agreement bearing both our seals, while I would take with me a copy.

    I didn’t tarry or dissemble. “My lord, before you affix your seal, know that I have selected my factor for this agreement.”

    They looked at me expectantly. Well, Lord Gil looked at me expectantly. His steward almost smirked.

    In the agreement I had specified that Lord Gil and his successors must furnish a factor of my choosing, to be located in my capital, and to serve as a sort of three-way broker between the Red Sisters, Lord Gil, and myself.

    “I’ve selected Lord Svetoslav,” I said.

    Lord Gil scowled at me, then smoothed his features – one does not scowl at princes – and said: “Surely, Your Grace, there are others who can… serve you?”

    I smiled at him, all teeth. “Surely, my lord, you can spare a third son – a man grown, married, with child – who has been of such aid to me in negotiating this agreement?”

    He visibly suppressed another scowl and looked set to mouth some other excuse, but I cut him off. Either he would yield or he would refuse and if it were to be the latter, I would know so I could decide on the appropriate next steps.

    I looked him firmly in the eye. “It is my will. And the lad’s as well. Either agree to my terms or our agreement is at an end.”

    I held his gaze and wondered what his decision would be. Hell, if he decided to protect his son’s honor over gold – however misguided, backwards and belated the impulse – I might even respect him for it.

    He nodded his assent. So gold it was.

    After we’d sealed the agreement, Lord Gil said: “Your Grace, if I might also have a word with you regarding a separate matter….”

    An hour later, he had pumped me for another three, smaller favors, entirely unrelated to our mining agreement. Lord Gil had lost the battle for his favorite son, yet he had seized on his new advantage – this new, very personal relationship between our two Houses – to extract yet more from me.

    Nobles could be worse than fishmongers in their way. Yet I was in a good humor. That was the game and, having won my prize, I could now afford to be generous with the family of my new favorite. Indeed, I had no doubt that if Svi pleased me long and well, his family would ride his ass as much as I to take full advantage.

    ——

    The next morning we made to leave the estate – with Svi now a part of my entourage. Svi’s wife and child would move to the capital by and by once the babe was strong enough to survive the rigors of the road. However, the timing was up to Svi as I cared not.

    For a time, I had considered taking Keeta with us, too. I knew without even broaching the subject that he would happily agree. Indeed, the slut would likely thrive in my capital. Yet I ultimately decided against it.

    It often surprised people that I stood in high favor with the Church – despite my open and notorious flouting of their proscriptions against man-fucking. Part of that was a reflection of my close relationship with my brother the King – being in high royal favor usually meant being high in everyone else’s, too.

    But part was due to my own efforts. I paid respectful attention to the needs of the High Clerics, tithed heavily, and protected their historic prerogatives against encroachment by the noble and merchant classes. In short, I was an ally of the Church where it counted. They, in turn, turned a blind eye to all the exuberant man-fucking that occurred in my lands.

    It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. And my being entrusted with the custodianship of the Red Sisters, an immensely profitable position, was just another sign of my high standing with the men in black.

    If I took Keeta with me, I’d be tempted – quite tempted – to continue with both the boys. And people would notice. And people would talk. My being party to yet another cardinal sin would have consequences. And it didn’t take much reflection for me to know that a little fun with Keeta was simply not worth the costs.

    And so I spent my last night at the castle entirely with him. Since I was taking Svi with me, I didn’t feel the urgent need to squeeze another night of fucks out of him. Moreover, it would be good to rest his ass before we began our long ride home.

    I was in an indulgent mood so let Keeta suck me dry two times before I got around to fucking him. As I fucked him, I gave him tips on how to gasp and moan more convincingly. After all, if one is to do something, one should do it exceedingly well, as my Lady Mother often says.

    The boy was a quick study. When I fucked him a second time in the morning, it almost sounded like he was really enjoying it. I then paid him handsomely – well enough that he could safely seek employment elsewhere if he wished. Remembering how well he had trained Svi in such a short span of time, I recommended that he use the money to start a brothel.

    I think I startled him with the suggestion, but I could see that the idea had been planted. If he was smart, he’d follow my advice. As I’ve noted before, I am very good at putting people to their best uses. After all, I had certainly done so for his half-brother Svi.

    As we finally left the estate, Svi at my side, I wondered at my good fortune and life’s surprises. My only regret was that I had not seen Torsten during my week-long stay. But it was a small regret. I had tied myself to this House quite emphatically – almost contractually, in fact.

    So, there was time. Torsten, Svi, Keeta, the heir… I doubt I was done with Lord Gil’s pretty sons.