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  • My Straight Roommate

    Zane stood there for a second and then said, “You were awake. The whole time?”

    “Yes,” I replied deciding not to tell him I was the first time he did it. 

    “And you pretended to be asleep?”, he said as he appeared to be trying to get his head around what was happening.

    “Yes”

    “Why? Why didn’t you say something? Why did you just lay there pretending to be asleep?”

    “I’m really not sure. I think it was a combination of not wanting to embarrass you and maybe a little bit of not wanting to stop it,” I said. 

    “Fuck…you can’t tell anyone about this. No one.”

    “I wont, I promise.” 

    “I’m not gay.”

    “I know.”

    “I’m not!”

    “I believe you.”

    The expression on his face changed, he must have remembered how he realized I was awake or my comment about not wanting to stop him because he asked, “Are you?”

    I paused for a second, trying to figure out how to give the abridged version of the answer to that question. “The short answer is no. The long answer is that my sexual preference is…fluid depending on the circumstances and way to complicated to get into right now.”

    “Oh.”

    “And since you are the only person in my life I’ve ever said that to, I too ask you keep it to yourself.”

    “Yeah, I won’t say anything.”

    I suddenly realized Zane was still standing in my room, naked. I looked down and from the little amount of light from the moon coming in the window I could see his cock was still hard. It was hotter than I imagined. It was hard to tell in the dark but I estimated it to be close to eight inches and had the most beautiful mushroom head I had ever seen. My eyes slowly moved from his erection, up his body along the treasure trail of hair from his bush, up to the pelt of fur that perfectly covered his well defined pecs, and then our eyes met. We stared at each other for a beat then he stepped up to the edge of the bed and as he did I moved to the edge of and opened my mouth. 

    His endowment slid into my mouth with one smooth motion and I immediately started to suck and work his head and shaft with my tongue. As soon as I did, I heard him gasp, “Oh fuck!” and I felt his dick get harder. I continued to bob up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue in circles around the length of his cock. I looked up and Zane’s head was back and he was rubbing chest and stimulating his nipples with his thumb and index finger. 

    “Shit, dude!” he moaned, “Fuck that feels good. Keep doing that, fuck.”

    Since I never really could master deep throating, I developed ways to use my tongue to make up for it. I must have been doing something right, because most have come back for more and all I heard from Zane was, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yeah.”  After a few minutes he said, “Fuck dude, you keep that up you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck this feels so fucking good.” I wanted to taste him. So I intensified my efforts. “FUUUUCK! Oh my God, Marc, I’m close. Oh shit!” I wanted to swallow every drop so kept my mouth on his cock and then reached up and gently grabbed his balls. I started simultaneously playing with them and massaging his taint. He suddenly grabbed my head with both hands and moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Here I cum.” I pulled back slightly until I had just his head in my mouth. I continued to suck and move my tongue back and froth along the under side of his head and upper shaft. That must have been just what was needed to put him over the edge because I felt his balls pull up and the head of his cock swell. Zane started to moan, “Oh, oh, fuck, ha, ha aaaah…” and as he let out a low growl of pleasure, his cock erupted with a load of seed that felt like had been stored up for weeks. I had to swallow three times to take it all. I loved how he tasted and I knew right away I wanted more. 

    As soon as he spurted out his last drop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood there for a second then turned and went into his room and shut the door. I wasn’t all that surprised, but it still felt a little weird. A minute later, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and it was a text from Zane. It just said, “thanks”. I chuckled to myself then pulled out my hard cock and jerked out a load then went to sleep. 

    The next morning, per the usual I didn’t see him. I get up and leave for work before he even gets out of bed. Off and on trough out the day I thought about the night before. I was glad I didn’t have a session that day because my cock was semi hard all day thinking about Zane’s flawless dick, hard body, hairy chest, and the taste of his jizz. I was wondering if the night before was going to be a one time deal or was this something that he wanted to do again. I was open to it, but I needed him to take the lead and set the pace. I thought I’d broach the subject when I got home from work and try and get a feel for where he’s at. 

    I got home at my usual time and he was there, he usually beat me home. I walked in and acting as normal as possible I saw him and said, “Hey.” He replied back and then I glanced into the living room and Logan was on the couch watching tv. I had forgotten it was his night with him. I went in my room to change and then stared dinner. There was no tension or weirdness between us so I got the sense he compartmentalized what happened so there wouldn’t be. After dinner while I was cleaning up, Logan was in the other room playing a video game and Zane was at the table looking at something on his phone. As I was picking up the last of the dishes to bring into the kitchen, knowing Logan was out of ear shot, I said, “So, should we talk about last night” Zane looked up at me and said, “Why? What happened last night?” I looked at him for a second while thinking what do you mean ‘what happened last night?’ you ejaculated into my mouth and based on the noises you were making and the gallon you unloaded down my throat, you enjoyed it. “Oh, ah, nothing. I thought there might have been something you needed to talk about. Never mind.” I took the last of the dishes into the kitchen and finished cleaning up and Zane went to get Logan ready for bed. 

    I got into bed that night thinking I had the answer to my earlier question. Last night was a one time deal. I was a little disappointed but at least I got to see that beautiful dick and taste the nectar it produced. No big deal, we both got something we wanted and our friendship was still in tact. 

    The next week and a half was pretty uneventful, same routine and no mention of what happened that night from either of us. One night it was late and I was still up  reading. I heard Zane’s door open and walked out, I didn’t glance over from my books but I assumed he went across the hall into the bathroom. After a minute I heard him go back into his room and shut the door. Five minutes went by and he came out again, and again, I didn’t look to see where he went. He went back into his room and shut the door. I thought maybe he was just restless or something and put it out of my mind. I finished the chapter I was on and then shut off my lamp and settled into bed. He much have been coming out to check to see how close i was to turning in because the next thing I know, I’m being pulled out of my sleep by someone gently shaking my shoulder and saying my name. “Marc. Marc, you awake?” I opened my eyes and look up. There was Zane, standing there naked with his hard cock pointing at my face. So this is how we’re going to play this, I thought. I was actually okay with it. We would play under the cover of dark, we’d get what we want, and in the light of day, it never happened. I can live with that. I reached over and grabbed his tight muscled butt and pulled him toward me with one arm while propping myself up with the other. I guided his tool into my drooling mouth and began to work out his load. “Fuck man,” he moaned, “I could get used to this. This is probably the best head I’ve ever had.” I sucked him good for a few minutes like I had done that first time, but then decided to try another technique I use. I alternated from sucking really fast and intense to really slow and methodical. I could tell by his moaning and how hard he was, he was into it. At one point I combined the two sucking techniques and was going down on him fast and furious. “Holy shit…Marc, I’m about to cum. Fuck keep going. MotherFUCKER that feels good.” I then abruptly stopped and stared sucking him nice and slow. I took his cock out of my mouth and just licked it. Licked up from his balls to the tip of his cock head. Then I stopped. I looked up at him and his eyes had rolled back and his mouth was open but noise was coming out. After a few seconds I heard, “Oooooh FUCK. Fuck that’s fucking amazing. But dude, keep going. Please don’t stop. I need to cum so bad.” My one arm was getting tired to I sat up and told him to get on the bed. He complied and I got between his legs. I stared licking his inner thigh, up to his balls. I took one into my mouth and gently sucked it. I went from one to the other. “Oh yeah, buddy. That feels good. No one’s sucked my balls before, fuck.” I thought about spreading his legs and going for his hole but decided to take baby steps. While I was working my way from his balls the his cock  I reached up and started caressing his body. I got to his pecs and was rubbing his hairy chest and stoping to give his nipple some attention. He bristled a little when I did that, but he didn’t tell me to stop.

    I continued to work on his cock, licking and sucking. He was back to moaning and telling me how good it felt when I started to move off of his cock, up his treasure trail, to his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and started working it with my tongue. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “fuck that’s hot.” I went back and forth between the two for a few minutes then he said, “Go back to my cock. Your mouth is amazing”. I released his nipple and looked at him. He face inches from mine. Fuck he was gorgeous. His lips were so irresistible, I had to have them on mine. I leaned in but he turned his head and said, “No kissing. That’s gay.” I was disappointed, not to mention confused, his dick in my mouth wasn’t gay? Whatever, I got where he was coming from and I probably pushed it to far too early so I went back to his still rock hard cock. After a few minutes my arms were wrapped around his thighs and I was going to town on his cock. I could tell by his moans and his breathing he was close. “Fuck. Marc. I’m close. I’m gonna bust. Fuck, you’re mouth….Oh my God…fuck. I’m cumming. Ha, ha, ha ahhhhhhhhh…fuuuuuuuuk!” and with one final grunt he was filling my mouth full of his warm creamy man juice. 

    After his climax subsided, he thanked me (in person this time), got off the bed, went to his room and shut the door. This was how it was going to be. I told myself I was going to take his lead. He needed it to be under the dark over of the night. No mention of it nor discussion of what transpired in the light of day. I was one hundred percent on board with what appeared to be the beginning of an arrangement between us. An arrangement I was really hoping that arrangement would evolve.

  • Love & Magic

    “I hope we’re gonna get along,” Fabian said. He was cleaning up the living room of the five-bedroom, three-story Victorian Manor he owned while waiting for his new roommate to arrive.

    Fabian Lorn O’Connor was a warlock, and a best-selling novelist, all of his books landed on New York’s best seller’s list. Currently, he held multiple spots, and the most recent novel stayed at number one for close to a year. Financially, he didn’t need a roommate, but the young man was lonely and wanted to know his house was occupied by someone he trusted while he was on the road promoting his novels. His living space wasn’t flashy or lavish. But it was nicely decorated. The walls were a faint, almost white yellow, with a light, beige trim. The floors were bright, light, hardwood, the windows were floor-length, and there was a cozy fireplace against one wall. His kitchen had the latest appliances, a stainless steel stove, refrigerator, and dishwasher. The counters were pearl pink granite and uncluttered. The manor sat on one hundred acres of land, had ocean and mountain views, a private beach, and was protected by Fabian’s magic and a high-tech security system. An alarm at the beginning of the long gravel driveway let the warlock know if someone was driving up to the house. An enclosed Olympic-size thirteen-foot-deep swimming pool was beside the massive house and attached by a hallway.

    The five-foot-nine, twenty-five-year-old walked into the kitchen, grabbed a fruit punch Rockstar energy drink, and flopped down on the couch. He opened the can, took a generous swallow, and set it on the coaster beside his rainbow and unicorn, decorated light blue no-show sock-clad size ten feet. Fabian’s silvery light, green eyes sparkled as he watched his favorite tickle videos he’d saved on his laptop. The young man ran his fingers through his red hair. The other day he had the color brightened and had the stylist highlight the edges with a light, almost blonde color so that his neck-length hair resembled a flame.

    As he continued to watch the guys on the screen being interrogated and forced to talk by tickle torture. Fabian’s hand mindlessly slipped into his pink heart, decorated purple bikini briefs. His generous manhood stiffened as soft giggles escaped the man’s plump lips, and his smooth, dum-dum lollipop-like toes scrunched and flexed in the tight fabric covering them. His other hand started slowly caressing the slightly muscular upper body and firm stomach as the redhead squirmed on the soft cushions supporting his tight ass. Fabian’s feet rubbed against each other, his toes lightly grazing and tickling the edges of his sensitive soles. Airy, boyish giggles mixed with breathy moans filled the living room. Fabian pulled down his briefs as he slowly caressed and rubbed his achingly hard cock. Its leaked precum provided the man with some lube to cut the friction.

    The man’s moans became more pronounced, and his breath hitched as he worked himself closer to ejaculation. Fabian used his toes to remove his socks as his body writhed against the couch. He closed his eyes and desperately swallowed what little saliva he had to keep his mouth from becoming as dry as the Sahara. His cock was red and so stiff that it resembled a volcano threatening to erupt, spewing its lava across the land. Sweat dripped down the redhead’s face as his dick prepared to release its rising semen. Finally, with a guttural moan, Fabian’s seed shot like a rocket from the cockhead’s opening. After getting out four good spurts of the sticky white cum, the spent man panted and fell back against the sofa, with his eyes closed as his body recovered from the powerful climax. Fabian gulped his Rockstar, put his socks and underwear back on, and began cleaning the mess he’d made.

    “This is a nice place.” Rhylan Whitehall thought as he parked his silver Mustang convertible in front of the garage attached to the exquisite Victorian Manor he’d be sharing. The young man turned the engine off and sat for a minute to collect himself. He leaned his head back, placed his hands behind his head, and sighed as his eyes closed. The twenty-eight-year-old real estate agent was starting his life over. His husband of ten years died over a year ago in a fight with a rogue werewolf. Rhylan finally decided to sell the house and move in with Fabian. The pair hadn’t officially met, but they shared a mutual friend who told the guys they’d be perfect roommates and companions for each other. And, of course, Rhylan knew of the younger man through his novels and reputation. Max and Rhylan were fans of Fabian’s writing and had all of his books. Tears dripped down Rhylan’s cheeks as he conjured images of his late husband, Max. “I love you, my brave magic boy, and miss you like crazy.” The warlock sighed as he ran his fingers through his raven-colored hair streaked with lime green and got out of the car. He left his luggage in the trunk and would come back for it later.

    Fabian smiled when he heard the alarm’s ding as he put the finishing touches on the foot-long Italian subs he’d made for lunch with his new roommate. He opened the fridge, placed the food on the middle shelf, and closed the door. Next, the redhead started working on his signature summer lunch cocktail, a strawberry, and lemon daiquiri. He finished the mixture and placed it in the freezer when the doorbell rang. Fabian checked himself in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall and went to answer the door.

    Once the door opened and their eyes beheld the young man on the other side, the two men gasped. For his part, the redhead licked his lips as he looked the visitor up and down. This man was definitely his type. He was at least six feet in height. The guy’s muscle tone was a bit more bulging than Fabian’s. The form-fitting light green tank top and painted-on beige jeans were a testament to that. Fabian loved the man’s black hair with lime green streaks. On his end, Rhylan was a mirror of the apartment owner. His soft, golden eyes sparkled as he gazed upon the almost naked beautiful Adonis standing before him. He thought the underwear and socks were just too adorably cute. After another minute or two of gawking at one another, the mesmerizing hypnosis was broken.

    Fabian sheepishly smiled as he rubbed the back of his head and neck. “Umm, hi. I…I’m Fabian, but please, call me Ian or whatever nickname you come up with.” The redhead blushed and extended his hand.

    Rhylan shook the offered hand. “I…I’m Rhylan or Rhy.”

    “Sorry for staring, but you’re real, cute.” The men said in unison. Their eyes met, and a second later, Rhylan and Fabian were doubled over, hysterically laughing.

    “Please, come in and get comfortable, Rhy.” Fabian stood aside and let the taller man walk inside. He smiled when he saw Rhylan’s shoes being slipped off and sat beside his at the door. The redhead licked his lips when he gazed at the other man’s sock-clad feet.

    Rhylan looked at his housemate and grinned. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here. You’re into feet too?” He laughed when the shorter man adopted a shocked expression and looked like a kid caught doing something naughty. The two-toned-haired man shook his head as he held his arms out. “I’m into feet and picked up on our similar looks. You’ve got the most adorable cute socks and underwear I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna love living here if this is the view I’ll see every day.” Rhylan paused and giggled. “Now, give me one of those hugs Blake said you’re famous for. I’ve been looking forward to seeing if they live up to their legend.”

    Fabian chuckled and eagerly wrapped the muscular man in one of his signature bear hugs. He giggled when he surprised Rhylan by slightly lifting him off the floor. Rhylan closed his eyes as he let the love and magic contained in his roommate’s embrace fill his heart and spirit. Both men couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of their destiny had just been fulfilled. Each man had thoughts of possibly finding a lasting companion and lifelong love going through their head. However, neither one was willing to rush into anything.

    “Well, did it live up to the hype?” Fabian asked after releasing the other man.

    “And, more. That was as comforting and loving as my late husband, Max’s hugs.” Rhylan’s tears dripped down his cheeks. He sighed when he was once again in the comforting embrace of his roommate.

    “Blake told me about your late husband. If you want or need to talk about anything, I’m a great listener and give awesome foot massages.”

    Rhylan giggled and kissed Fabian’s cheek. “I’m definitely gonna take you up on that offer and reciprocate.”

    The men settled into a comfortable companionship as they talked and got to know one another over lunch and beers on the balcony watching the ocean waves and the eagles flying over the mountains in the distance. Fabian told Rhylan about his ex-boyfriend leaving him for a female witch, who was a circus performer and fortune teller. That bit of info had Rhylan cracking up with laughter. Rhylan told Fabian about his married life and admitted that he was just starting to get to where he felt he might be ready to move on if the opportunity presented itself. While they ate, the pair played footsie and caressed each other’s sock-clad feet under the table. At one point, they were taking turns, making the other giggle after they each admitted their feet were very ticklish. It turned out that Fabian’s feet were just a bit more ticklish than Rhylan’s.

    Once their long, leisurely lunch was finished, the pair worked together to clean up and then sat on the sofa, watching TV and sharing more about themselves and their magic. Fabian relaxed with his hands behind his head. He stretched out on the large piece of furniture beside Rhylan, his feet well within reach of the new roommate and vice versa. They were lulled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to another person, with no expectations or hesitance.

    “Umm, are you going to be okay if I get completely nude?” Fabian asked. “I’m a nudist. I’m only wearing these clothes cause it’s your first time meeting me.”

    Rhylan’s eyes shimmered with interest, and he reflexively licked his lips. “Only if I can join you, sexy.” The brunet gasped and blushed. “I’m sooo sorry that was uncalled for.”

    Fabian giggled. “You think I’m sexy? Have you seen yourself? You’re hot.”

    The redhead pulled his underwear and socks off. He placed them on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. His eyes bugged out when he saw Rhylan’s muscled body and his smooth bare soles and plump toes. Fabian reached out, gently grasped his roommate’s ankles, and pulled the enticing pair of feet onto his chest. The warlock was totally hypnotized by the soft, unblemished soles. His dick started hardening as he stared at the toes, slightly twitching and flexing. Rhylan watched what was happening, and his body tingled with excitement. The man’s body hadn’t been touched in such an erotic way since his husband died.

    Fabian’s feet rubbed and caressed his sofa mate’s muscled stomach, then worked their way along the rock-hard chest. The redhead squirmed, his toes curled when Rhylan’s chest hair tickled his sensitive soles, and it caused both men’s boyish giggles. Rhylan’s moaned and gasped when he felt the other man’s warm, soft lips wrap around each toe, suckling them like a piece of butterscotch candy. He squealed and giggled when the redhead’s talented tongue worked its way into and tickled the space between his toes. Fabian humped against Rhylan’s legs and pressed his manhood into the strong calf muscles.

    Rhylan’s head thrust back, and he grunted in sheer ecstasy when Fabian slowly licked his feet. The moist, broad surface of the redhead’s tongue moved up and down the size twelve soles. The brunet’s feet twitched and arched as his laughter mingled with the sounds of pleasure. Both men were worked up and sweating as they approached their climax. Fabian licked his roommate’s ankles, the sides of his feet, and the tops of them. His feet lightly massaged and caressed Rhylan’s shaft. Finally, both men grunted as Fabian’s cum shot forth, and his cum rained down on both men like a geyser. They lay beside each other, spent, sweaty, and breathing heavily.

    Fabian’s consciousness returned to him, and he looked mortified about what he’d just done without permission. “Oh, fuck, Rhy, I’m sooo sorry for doing that without asking.” Tears streamed down the twenty-five-year-old man’s face. “I…I hope you can forgive me for taking advantage of you like that. Please, don’t leave because of my thoughtlessness.”

    Rhylan gasped and reached out for the emotional younger man, but Fabian got up and ran upstairs to his room before the brunet could stop him. He sat on the couch for a minute, then heard the voice of his late husband in his head, telling him to go after Fabian, that he needed the reassurance and comfort to relieve his guilt. The warlock silently thanked his lost love and followed his directions. Rhylan ran up the stairs and started trying to figure out which door was Fabian’s bedroom until he heard the sobs and curses coming from the room to his right. “Ian, can I come in?” He asked as he knocked. When he didn’t get an understandable response, Rhylan slowly opened the door and entered the bedroom.

    Fabian was so lost in his emotions that he didn’t even realize Rhylan was in the room until he felt the bed shift. The redhead slightly jumped when he felt his roommate slide beside his body as the man embraced him. Rhylan leaned his head down as he softly kissed the younger man’s forehead and dried his tear-stained cheeks.

    “Fabian, I’d like you to look at me.” Rhylan softly requested. He couldn’t help smiling at the cute response of a negative head shake. “We both know I can make you give in, don’t we?” The brunet’s fingers pressed between the redhead’s ribs and wiggled.

    Instantly, the silence was broken by Fabian’s laughter and squeals. His body wriggled as his legs kicked and dug into the mattress. “You’re cheating.” Fabian screeched.

    Rhylan chuckled and continued his tickling, with the addition of raspberries blown on the other man’s neck. A high-pitched squeal filled the bedroom because of his action. “Ya ready to give in, or do I have to use my magic to pin you down and tickle your feet?”

    “You win, this time. I give.” Fabian said between his giggling. The redhead cuddled against the muscular man beside him. He loved how Rhylan’s heartbeat soothed and calmed him. “Your heartbeat is very relaxing. You’ve got a protective vibe radiating from you, Rhy. It’s like I can feel that you’d never let anything hurt me.”

    “That’s because I wouldn’t, sweet leprechaun.” Rhy giggled when he saw Fabian’s eyes light up and a smile across his lips. “You look so much cuter when you’re smiling.”

    “I love that, leprechaun.” Fabian giggled.

    “Ian, I have no regrets about what happened today. In fact, you’re the first person to touch me so intimately since Max. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, it felt perfectly right.” Rhylan paused and wiped his tears. After you’d run out of the room, I was trying to figure out how best to help you understand that I allowed you to play with me. Then, I heard Max’s voice, telling me to go after you and comfort you.” Rhylan laid his chin on Fabian’s shoulder and kissed the redhead’s cheek. “Fabian, he’s happy that I’m finally ready to move on, to find love and happiness.”

    Fabian swallowed the lump in his throat. “A…Am I the one?”

    Rhylan smiled. “I’m not sure, only time can answer that question for us, but I think it’s a good possibility. I don’t want to make any decisions or rush a relationship.”

    “Me either. However, I’m feeling the same way you are. I say we let nature take its course and see where our newfound friendship and the possible romantic relationship will go. What I do know is that I don’t want to ever be without you in my life. I’m hoping it’s as my boyfriend and eventual husband, but if that’s not in the cards for us, and we’re better off as friends, brothers, and roommates, then I’m fine with that.”

    “As am I. Would tickling, playful bonding, and foot play be okay while we figure out our feelings?” Rhylan yelped as his arms and legs were magically pinned to the bed, spread eagle.

    “You tell me.” Fabian chuckled as his fingers slid up and down, then lightly scratched the struggling man’s soft bare soles, and he gently nibbled and licked Rhylan’s wiggling toes.

    Later that night, the rural town’s peaceful silence was shattered by a blood-curdling scream. It came from inside the Wiccan book and candle shop as fire engulfed the building.

  • My identical twin and myself experiment

    Howdy I’m Zack im eighteen years old,  I stand six two rock hard chest and wash board six pack abs blonde hair blue eyes my cock uncut thick but not too thick eight half inches long 

    I have a identical twin brother Skyy that is identical to me from head to toe

    Being identical twin we have to share the same room sleeping in twin beds 

    We lived with our parents in a mansion in a gated community with swimming pools in every backyard 

    Our parents left us alone for the weekend 

    It’s was a hot humid Friday afternoon my brother and myself laying out nude sunbathing

    Skyy jump up and divided in the pool saying bro cum on in the water is nice 

    I got up divided in the pool 

    Skyy and me started wrestling with each other our cocks kept touching each others cock 

    We both became rock hard Skyy gets out of the pool sat down spread his legs and started masterbating saying bro cum on let’s is who cums first 

    I got out of the pool sat next to Skyy and started masterbating with him

    Five minutes later Skyy screaming im cumming and shot has load in his mouth and swallowed his load of male seed 

    I started cumming when Skyy quietly grabbed my cock put it in his mouth and swallowed my load of male seed 

    Skyy want the fuck are you doing 

    Skyy replied I like the taste of cum what can I say you should try it 

    We laid out nude sunbathing the rest of the afternoon 

    That night at bedtime both Skyy and myself were nude laying out on your bed 

    Both of us on our phones im web surfing and Skyy watching gay bareback porn 

    Skyy what are you doing Skyy replied cum over here with me

    I got out of the bed walked over and laid out next to him

    Two dudes were sucking each others cock 

    Skyy was rock hard for some reason I was getting hard 

    Skyy grabbed my cock and started masterbating me 

    So I reached over grabbed his cock and started masterbating him 

    Out of no where Skyy said let me suck your cock he didn’t wait for my answer he bent over put my cock in his mouth and started sucking it 

    As Skyy was sucking me I was watching the porn when both dudes sucking each other cock at the same time 

    I was getting into it I told Skyy to stop let me suck you at the same time 

    I grabbed his cock started putting his cock in my mouth and slowly started sucking it 

    After a few both of us were getting into it I told Skyy I was going to cum he kept sucking then blown my load of male seed deep in his throat 

    Skyy said im going to cum so I kept sucking he shot his load of male seed deep into my throat 

    Skyy looked at me saying bro we have to try that again I said sure 

    We both went to bed

    It’s hot humid Saturday afternoon Skyy and me were laying out nude sunbathing 

    Skyy stood up divided into the pool saying bro cum on in the water is nice 

    I jump up divided into the pool 

    We started wrestling with each other again our cocks kept touching each others cock 

    Both of us were getting hard 

    We got out laid out Skyy said Zack can I ask you a question I said sure 

    I want to fuck you will you go for it 

    Skyy what has gone into you why the gay stuff 

    We haven’t found any girls to have sex with I want to know what sex is all about we have the same feelings you have to feel it also 

    Skyy I’ll go for it but I get to fuck your tight ass after words 

    While we were talking both of us were masterbating yourselves 

    Skyy said first let’s get high he lit it took a big drag then passed it to me 

    We finished smoking it we were flying higher then a kite 

    Skyy said we don’t have lube so let’s get into the pool 

    We both got in the pool Skyy grabbed my hands put them on the edge of the pool he grabbed my ass spread my cheeks 

    I felt the tip of his cock starting to push it in my ass I started screaming it hurts 

    That were the neighbors thinking 

    Skyys cock was all the way in he slowly started fucking me as I’m still screaming 

    After a few it started feeling real good I told him to fuck my brains out witch he did until he started screaming im cumming and shot his load of male seed deep into my ass 

    Skyy after the pain goes away it feels so freaking good 

    Skyy got me hard by going underwater sucking my cock until it was rock hard 

    Skyy grabbed the edge of the pool I spread his cheeks started sliding my cock in his ass as he started screaming it hurts 

    Again after a few he also started enjoying it so I fucked his brains out until I started screaming im cumming and blowing my load of male seed deep in his ass 

    Bro your right it feels great

    We fucked a few times a week  

    We married identical twins and when they go out shopping 

    We fuck each others brains out 

  • Interim

    Range was trying to figure how the fuck a simple trailer hitch just broke off, not cracked, broke right at the stem where it met the truck. It was an easy fix, it just annoyed him that it happened. No one told him but he knew that Evan, one of the sweetest guys around, wouldn’t run over a bug, but was gun shy about every loud noise, had been in the process of moving the truck when a horse kicked a metal trough that caused Evan to miss D and find R which mashed the hitch against the only steel pole in the whole fucking fence. When Evan “explained” it he stood on first one boot, then the other and almost tore the brim from his hat. He was so apologetic, wouldn’t let it happen again, hoped he wasn’t in too much trouble….Range just stared at him.

    While Bill took his own sweet fucking time to decide to come from Chicago to Montana and move in, Range had been using Evan as his mare when he felt like he needed more than his hand as a partner for the evening and that was fine by Evan. He liked to come up to the big house, always showered and shaved up real good (Jesse, one of the senior ranch hands, knew how to use a cut throat razor and got his face baby’s ass smooth.), put on his one white fancy shirt, the one with pearl snaps, left unsnapped to below his sternum, and black dragons on the shoulders, shined his “good” boots, washed, starched and pressed his jeans, left his skivvies in the drawer, and presented himself at the front door. Range was always both touched and amused at the work he’d put in just to please and, he had to admit, whatever he’d done to fancy himself up had worked; Just the sight of Evan standing there, holding his hat, that soft smile with the big brown eyes was hard to resist. He’d reach out, take Evan by the elbow, welcome him, draw him through the door and into his library where he offered the young cowboy a drink, which was accepted, and then he began the pleasant game of talking him out of his clothes and into his bed.

    Years earlier Evan had been at loose ends and had taken a course in massage therapy-someone told him on his looks alone he had a promising career (although in just what they didn’t specify…); he couldn’t have picked a better craft as far as everyone on the ranch was concerned. He was in such demand from guys coming in from a hard ride or a fall or just exhaustion that he really didn’t have time to do much else in the way of ranch work. They’d all chipped in and got him a proper massage table, took an unused tack room and converted it into his massage studio. Even in deep winter, that room was warm, just the thing to relax tired muscles; One table became three then five. Guys came in, showered, climbed up on a table and just relaxed. And what would a spa be without a hot tub which came after the sauna and before the steam room. None of this was cheap but ranches work on the premise that those who work there have many talents, among them were always, carpentry, electrical work, construction….Range gave them the hot tub and paid for the tile in the gym sized shower as well as the lockers with the professional style wood benches. Couldn’t have made a better investment; In no time, specially winter, that warm, humid place smelling of soap, water, oil, after shave and testosterone was the most popular place on the ranch, even Range dropped in now and again. And, of course, it gave him and a few others he happened to know, access to Evan. There was one rule on the ranch and it was adhered to; Range knew that there was all sorts of sex going on so every couple of months Doc came by and gave everyone, no matter what they claimed they hadn’t done, tests for every disease that needed to be checked. So when Evan showed up, he was not only looking forward to his evening with his boss but his boss knew that everyone was medically safe-a perk few cowboys wanting to get laid could hope for.

    There had been long, long absent pauses when Bill kept in touch, flew in often enough, spent some time there and then….he went back to the city, to his office, to his somewhat mysterious business and their relationship, while red hot, was confined to emails, text messages and phone calls. Range was surprized to find that Bill was a genius at phone sex and many nights left Range naked, almost all the sheets from his bed torn away, practically a pool of semen on his belly, at least briefly; Bill insisted that all cum needed to be eaten-why let good protein go to waste? But for all that intimacy, it did not replace his being there and, as time wandered on, Range wondered….

    One day when he was feeling lonely for Bill, and beating the shit out of Steve, the man they’d caught stealing from them the day they met and who had been sent to the ranch as punishment, didn’t offer any release, he wandered to the barn looking for Bangles, the oldest cowhand on the place, He didn’t ride much anymore but there wasn’t a better man at leather work than him. He’d made Chaps for everyone, leather vests, belts, wide heavily tooled hat bands and, for those who wanted, more personal leather wear. Jocks, harnesses, cod pieces, he could look at a man and know what would suit them best. Fact was, he’d made Range a whole leather business suit, from the jock to the leather shirt to the leather tie, the suit that fitted him like a coat of grey flannel wash and reminded you what a fine looking man Range was. Add a pair of well shined boots, he was a man to be desired. At least that’s what Bill had thought when he saw it on him and, predictably, he was the only one who had. To reverse things, Bangles made Bill the relaxed cowboy uniform, very low rise leather blue jeans complete with buried buttons to shut the flap in front, a white sueded leather shirt dyed to look like gingham, a white leather tank top, great looking belt and his own style of leather ten gallon hat. It, too, had been worn once. Bill and Range had sat down to dinner in their cowhide finery, Steve served, his body not too badly damaged from the recent whippings and beatings he’d endured. Course, the first thing you noticed since he was nude was the lack of balls. Range had cut ’em clean off then, stuffed and mounted, they hung, framed, on a wall in his library, sort of a trophy.

    Range was probably the only one who knew that the sadist was really Bill, he’d seen him, pick up a whip, chain Steve to a ring in the floor and beat him into bloody unconsciousness. Range would watch knowing that when he finished he’d rip his clothes off and come for him. It wasn’t rape but it was the sort of fucking one associated with lions when they bred six, eight, ten times to make sure of pregnancy. Range loved it, Bills big cock, with the mushroom head inflamed with desire, plunging into him. Never did he feel closer to his big man then when he was being plowed. When he was completely spent, he’d fall on him, panting, sweating, his muscles unable to go any further but satisfied that he’s used up all his demand for pain and sex. He could lay there, staring at Range and slowly, evenly, Range would roll him on his face, put his hands behind his back, palms out, reach into the drawer in the table and retrieve the heavy steel handcuffs and click them on. It was his turn. He’d wipe the sweat from Bill’s body, made it puddle in his ass, slowly pull the two sides apart so that it ran in and then, one last thing, he’d pivot around so his cock was pointing at Bill’s mouth. Hungrily Bill took it, made it go down his throat, held it with his gums-he’d made a promise to Range to have his teeth removed to suck him better and kept it. In his toothless mouth he’d put in Range’s cock-making sure it was dripping with spittle as it was slowly removed until just as the corona would have slipped out, Bill would hold it with his lips, run his tongue around the head, press it into the piss slit demanding and Range would relax his abdomen so that a stream of urine slid into his partner’s mouth. Bill drank it up and as the stream slowed, tried to suck it, hoping for another reservoir but that was it and seconds later it made the slow, determined entry up his ass. He knew exactly how far to go until he was at the prostate and there he’d stopped, using his meatus to massage the site of all men’s sex and desire. The cuffs would clank, Bill would moan but Range kept a steady pace, only at the end when he was ready to shoot would he speed up. His body would go rigid, all of it focusing on the ultimate in male satisfaction, the discharge of mans milk deep inside another man. And then he would fall on top of his partner, his buddy, his lover, the keeper of his very soul. Their sweat mingled as it coursed down their bodies heaving with the effort to breath. It might be an hour until they’d crawl out of their self made cocoon and head for the showers to be there an hour or more. The good hot shower, lots of towels, taking turns shaving each other then back to bed where a thoughtful person had changed everything, so there were fresh sheets, windows open to the chill, Hudson Bay Blankets, ten pillows but the only thing they wanted was each other. Some soft kisses, scooting around until Range fit right in the arc of Bill’s body and then, sometime later, when they’d whispered their affections, their pleasures…sleep.

    He thought about those days as special as a just found alluvial diamonds and told Bangles what he had in mind; A saddle for his friend. A saddle that said you’re a cowboy just like all of us, You’re my cowboy, the only man I will ever want but to do that, to be that….I want you here. And he turned away as he gave Bangles the instructions to build the saddle. For Bill. And without turning back walked outside and kept on going for two miles to a place he never visited. But this day…he had to, had to ask something. Ten years earlier when Ted had died, Range had tied his body over a pack horse and brought it to this place he’d prepared. No special place, just a place on the prairie that, briefly, had been disturbed by one man digging a hole, a deep hole. Most days, he’d worked naked, as a tribute to a man who was soon to be also naked and in this place of rest. When Ted finally died, the hands had a service for him, he was genuinely loved and respected, and then went back to the bunkhouse, closed the doors and the windows knowing that what would happen next was private.

    That’s when Range came out, naked, carefully carrying the nude body and placed it over the patient horse, secured it and began the long walk to the place on the prairie. With him in his space in the ground he put the two buckles he won rodeoing, shot his own sperm on him and then filled in the hole. In two months it would be hard to find, by this time next season, the place was lost. So when Range headed out, Bangles, and some of the other hands knew boss man was in a world of hurt. Some thought they’d better send Evan but Evan knew that what his friend needed was silence and the peace that comes with one’s own thoughts when they’re completed. Finding a place that may have been where Ted was, he knelt down, abjectly, and told his old love that another man was coming, at least he hoped he would, that it changed nothing with them, here was prove that only in death is love eternal. When he got back to the house it was quiet. Almost dark so a light here and there was turned on. There was a dish covered with foil sitting on the table in the kitchen and, when he got to it, a bed turned down. He knew who’d baked the pie, cooked the meat loaf, got it all arranged and mentally he sent them thanks. This wasn’t the sort of deed that required direct thanks, just a casual acknowledgment. But it was the finale to one life and the hoped for beginning of another. The saddle would be finished soon, sent off with Bill’s boots and hat….the clearest invitation he could think of.

    Three weeks later the saddle was done; UPS picked up the heavily boxed item addressed to Bill; a week after that Range got a picture of Bill in the hat, his boots and mounted on the saddle which was tossed over a large couch in his office. Range was crushed, riding a fucking couch….no point in calling. He’d just be pissed and, really, more at himself.

    A week after that Bill sent him a thank you note that was funny and grateful and personal but did not say or suggest that he and his saddle would be back at the ranch any time soon, if ever. In his office reading it, his eyes puddled then threw the expensive engraved paper into the trash.

    The days went on, a season came, another one and then it was finally winter. Cold wind blew through the notch in the hills, snow was no longer melting, just pushed aside to form paths for people to get around. In the corrals the horses had stomped most of the snow down but everyone kept an eye on the water in the outdoor troughs; They’d freeze up in ten minutes if you didn’t mind them. The barn and the bunk house were built together; Both were warm, welcoming for the men and their horses as well as the young that got born in the middle of a blizzard. More than one cowboy returned from one errand but came in with something small and barely alive, its mother following. There were big, warm straw and hay filled stalls that just fitted this situation. Of course, going in to bottle feed one or another didn’t seem all that manly to some but in fact it displays one of the best characteristics of a man, compassion.

    In the bunk house some few men preferred private cubicles but most of the hands slept out in a big room they called “The Lodge”, the center piece of which was a pot bellied stove that radiated enough heat for the whole room. On the edge of it was a 24 cup coffee pot, always full, and there was an eight burner stove, big reefer, deep freeze plus a double steel sink, more than adequate work space and a pantry that looked more like the smallest Kroger in the chain. Range knew that men who had access to what they wanted and knew it was provided for them because the man who provided it wanted them to have it made it better. Some nights they’d all go up to the big house and Range and the guys would cook steaks or a roast, more pork chops than you ever saw…always good eats, big clay plates that held one and half servings. Good desserts, lots of salads, home made dressing, all the beer you wanted. For those nights sometimes they’d watch a game on the television courtesy of a satellite, go out on in the yard and play ball or touch football, some times they played poker and, sometimes, Range displayed his truly excellent selections of porn. Of any kind. You wanted it, he had it. And after you got steamed up, well….no one thought less of you if you stepped away to stroke it down or….took one of the cowhands, someone special to you, and wandered back to the bunkhouse for some sex. Only one who never got chosen was Evan because everyone woulda chose him and, out of respect for Range, he was permanently on reserve for the big boss.

    Range didn’t hate the winter or the snow. It was an inconvenience, one that kept you watching every detail for if you didn’t disaster was always waiting. But some of the hands did, riding the fence line, looking for buckled wire or toppled posts was cold, hard work. Slow going too. Working with barbed wire when it was ten below and that just made your leather work gloves so frozen hard they were easily pierced by the spikes on the wire. Swearing steadily they’d get it done and fast so they could get back into the warmth of the bunk house, maybe catch a sauna or a steam, take a long hot shower, then get in bed and remember how good a warm bed felt-maybe take a buddy with you to see how that felt, two strong, good men, friends, just looking for a little pleasure and who better than a buddy?

    It was out working on a fence line that Jesse and Kyle first saw the car working its way through the snow drifts, sometimes having to do a snow plow, then back up and go forward again. Whoever was driving it knew what he was doing and it must have been important as it was headed for the ranch. One thing they thought, looked fucking warmer in the car than it did sitting on a horse even with five layers of clothes.

    Further along the guys in the corral heard a car, not a pickup, a car and wondered. Someone went in and called up to the big house and told Range that company was about to arrive, they thought he ought to know. Bundling up in a sheepskin coat, wrapping his neck and head in a wool scarf and putting on his heavy gloves and hat he stood on the porch. Hoping.

    One of the most iconic emblems in the world belongs to Mercedes Benz and that’s what Range saw on the front of the car as it pulled up in front of the house and stopped. Range felt his body shake, had to be Bill, just had to be. He watched a man get out and go back to the trunk. Through the car windows he could see him take out a saddle, a boot bag, a duffel bag and a gas can. Throwing the saddle over his shoulder, he came on around the car carrying the red can and stopped. Carefully opening the can, he doused the car, inside and out, with five gallons of gas then stripped naked, threw his city clothes on the roof, pulled out a match, lit a cheroot and tossed the match into the car. It caught on fire immediately. Bill picked up the saddle, put it over his shoulder, picked up the boot bag and the duffel bag, put on his big hat and walked up the steps to Range.

    “You better ask me in before my hardon fucking cracks off.”

    Bill almost dragged him through the door and from the bunk house there were cheers.

    “You sonabitch, whn’t you tell me? Gosh a mighty, you cocksucker, I’d a met the plane….”

    “Didn’t want that, I drove. I wanted you to see me change from there to here. Only one way I knew to do and that’s what I did. And turn loose so I can pull on some long handles and some clothes. I’ll get naked for you later but now I’m freezing my nuts off.”

    About that time the gas tank in the Benz blew….

    They went into what would now be their room, always had been that, but now it was official.

    “Came to stay didn’t ya.”

    “Looks like it, my cars burning down, my city clothes are a mess so I guess I’m here to be a ranch hand and….”he looked straight at Range, “Your partner if you still want me.”

    “I want you….always did.”

    Range just looked at him, watched him pull on the old waffle underwear, some heavy socks, the Wranglers, a plaid wool shirt, pulled on his boots and turned to him. “Got a bar open at this hour?”

    Range didn’t so much hug him as fell on him. He was tearing up so badly he couldn’t have seen where he was going but that was alright as Bill had him and together they made it to his study where Bill hauled out a bottle of Bourbon, pulled out the cork with his teeth, spat it across the room, took a swig and handed it to Range.

    “You’re not going back? Ever?”

    “Nope, Can’t. Sold everything, house, stocks, business….nothing left but the clothes I was wearing and now they’re gone so I guess that means I’m here to be a cowboy, your partner, your lover and whatever else I can think up to do. If you wanta get hitched well, that too I spose but I’d rather know I have your heart than have some paper tellin’ me that. Now take a pull, it’ll settle you a might”.

    Seeing the lights in the office, some of the guys came up to the house to welcome Bill and, as these things, happen, several bottles came out and everyone had several drinks and continued to tell Bill how the fuck glad they were he was here. That ol’ Sumbitch bout gone crazy waiting for him and, well, they wanted him to know they thought a lot of him themselves. Before it got too messy, Range shooed them out, making sure they took the booze with them and made a mental note not to expect much in the way of work tomorrow. He turned but Bill wasn’t there. For once Range didn’t worry, he knew he’d be around so he sat down, put his boots up, poured himself a glass and drank to his own good fortune.

    In the kitchen, Range had Evan seated and was talking to him about his future and telling him how much he appreciated the care and love he’d given Range. He said he knew he loved him and that, well, there was no reason why they couldn’t share Bill at times. He probably knew that he had a little hobby and he wanted Evan to be around in case he forgot himself and turned on Range. Evan tried to insist that it could never happen but Bill knew better and when the need to hurt some one was on him, he wouldn’t see Range as who he was but a body to be damaged, swung on, hit, whipped…..Evan’s eyes looked down. He was quiet. Bill reached down and took his chin in his hand and raised his face….

    “Evan, what is it? There’s something….”

    Evan swallowed and tried but couldn’t get it all out. “I want….I mean, like you and Mr. Range I want…” and he couldn’t finish it, it was so personal so important and confronted with the only man from which it would mean anything, he was overcome with fear of not being accepted and fear of saying the words from which there was no turning back.

    Bill looked at him, quietly, calmly, waiting for complete understanding to come to him. He knew, he thought, but for something like this, consideration and time hurt no one. “Boy, you want us to take you don’t you. Not just sex, we can do that but make you our boy and what comes with it.” Evan looked up at him, too afraid to seem to agree but too afraid to lose what he wanted.

    “You want stripes don’t you….”

    “Yessir,” and he stumbled not knowing how to finish that. “When I seen Steve and knew he didn’t appreciate the pain, I wanted to grab you and tell you to whip me, flog me, beat me…..but I wanted the stripes, I seen yours and well….”

    Bill lifted him to his feet. Evan wasn’t tall but he was taut with saddle muscles and all the massaging he had done. “I promise…one day I’ll let you walk to the cross, put your arms over the bar and you’ll get your stripes and become more of a man than almost anyone here ‘cept me and Range. Instinctively Evan fell to his knees and held onto Bills legs. “Will you take me, will you be my Sir?”

    Again Bill lifted him up by his chin to his feet. “No, but you’ll have two Sirs…now go back and, Evan, thanks for all the other things you did for Bill. It wasn’t just sex but I know you took care of him. You’ll get something for that, not just stripes.”

    Bill wandered back to the pool of light where Range was comfortable having his third drink, his boots up on a table, the picture of a happy man. Bill reached into the wooden box, took out a cheroot, grabbed a match, struck it on his boot and lit up.

    “When’d you take up smoking?”

    “Oh, bout the time I realized I didn’t have to worry about getting nicotine on my teeth.” They both laughed. “Shit, I couldn’t believe you did that…”

    “It was part of the change, had to be something and I’m just starting. I’ll get the hang of it and I guessed Winter was the best time to start, cuz it was the time when most everything was close to the house, the barn, the corrals. Give me a chance to work up to riding long distances with you on that fine saddle. I’m guessing Bangles made it…like he made our outfits…”and there was a salacious look that passed between them.

    “Yep, he did…we need to get out our fancy duds and have another dinner, you can be the visiting cowboy and I’ll be the city slicker…whaddaya say?”

    Bill smiled at him, that villainous smile that said and after we’ve eaten then…..”Sure, good idea. Get Evan some sort of outfit, he’d look better than Steve-by the way, I made him our boy, hope you don’t mind but…Range, he loves you like a calf loves his mother, he’d follow you anywhere and I can’t thank him for services rendered and we can’t turn him out just cuz I’m here. There are uses for him…” Range looked at Bill who looked sufficiently innocent that you’d have let him lead a Sunday School class. But the smile suggested you might like to think twice. He’d teach some lessons alright but nothing that would further the little tykes higher religious education.

    Range smiled back at him. “ Too early to go to bed….”

    “Is it? You never take naps? Sun is just going down so that makes it, what?, 4:30? quarter to five? Nothing builds up an appetite like a little siesta before eating. Makes a man hungry…Sides, I want to show you my new gums now that they’re all healed. Also, got two or three sets of choppers, one of them for special occasions.”

    The two of them slowly crossed the floor to the big bedroom. One on either side of the bed they stripped never taking their eyes off the other. “Lights on?”

    “Nah, lights off. More fun looking for you in the dark.” They slid into bed and didn’t have any trouble at all finding each other, of course, they knew right where to look.

  • Coworkers

    Alex gets in the jacuzzi. I follow as I snuggle inside his arms, struggling to fit. We spent the next two hours talking. We talk about almost everything.

    “So… You’ve had a crush on me since you first saw me?” I say with a smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself okay?” “I’m joking! Besides, I’ve liked you since day one as well. Since I started, I didn’t notice you the day of my interview” “You had more important things on your mind that day”. I lean back to have my eyes meet his as I say “Nothing is more important than this gorgeous face. And your body! Woof!”

    I turn back to see my hair dryer on the counter, tucked the exact way I do it. “Did you put back the hair dryer EXACTLY the way I put it? You didn’t need to… I only did it like that cause it wouldn’t fit” “Yeah… About that, I never really used it” “What do you mean! Wait, did you pretend to need it just to see me showering??? Seriously!” I say as I almost jump out of the jacuzzi. Although I’m happy this happened, I start to get angry at the thought that he wanted to sneak up on me. Alex holds me still, his face changing completely as he tries to keep me from leaving. “No no no no no, wait. That’s not it, wait” I stop moving, gesturing with my hands for him to explain, still standing in the jacuzzi with my dick almost in his face. Alex looking up, not breaking eye contact, continues “I swear I was not creeping, and I really did turn by mistake. I never intended to peek at you. But… I did want you to peek at me. I put on the smallest towel I could find and pretended to need your hairdryer in hopes that I get you horny… I wanted to see if I could…”

    I sit back down, smiling, smirking even. He WAS trying to tease me! I was not imagining it! “So you were showcasing your body for me? Desperate move…” I say, teasing him now. He gets a bit flustered as he tries to deny it, rambles something, but I got him. He couldn’t find a smart answer and resorts to throwing water at me. We both laugh as I dive into him “I liked it. Got me all hard, then you saw THAT” “And that dick, oof, you have a really nice dick Timmy”. Huh, Timmy… I like it.

    We spent the next three days working from the hotel, fucking on every occasion we had. Blowjob in the morning, quicky at lunch break then the main event at night. We decided to go out at night but ended up staying in the whole time. I use my room as a closet as I am sharing Alex’s bed these days. He sleeps in his briefs, so I get to undress him every morning revealing his morning wood.

    “Tonight, we’re going out” states Alex. “It’s Friday night and I want to get hammered. I was checking a few places and found a club, like 5 min from here” I check the place and then add “You know it’s a gay bar, yeah? And they do a Friday night thing” “Yeah, I know. We are a homosexual couple you know” he says with mockery. I heard the tone he said it in, as if making fun of me, but the only thing I focused on was “couple”. It was the first time we mention it. He really thinks of us as a couple. My eyes brighten and Alex adds “Yes, yes. We are a couple. Get over it and go get dressed so we can leave” I do as I was told and head to my room. My lips still smiling.

    We get there at around 9, the place is almost empty as we make our way in. We sit at the bar and order two margaritas. We continue to chat as we finish two more. I turn to notice that the place has been filling up and people are already dancing. “Let’s dance” says Alex. “I don’t dance, I don’t have the skills” “The few margaritas we had should do the trick”. Alex pulls me by the arm and heads to the crowd. I start moving left to right, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. Alex seems to be enjoying his time more than I am. He leans forward and kisses me. He puts his hands on my waist, gently moving me around and forcing me increase my movement.

    I feel a hand on my back and turn to see a random guy trying to pull me away from Alex. I turn back immediately and look at Alex. I was enjoying my dance lesson. We continue to dance and Alex resumes kissing me. As the night passes, the club becomes full, and we are mushed into the people around us. Every now and then, I feel a hand on my ass or see one on Alex’s. The people around us are hungry for some action.

    One guy starts dancing with me and Alex. He forces himself between us and rubs is ass on me while his hands find their way to Alex’s pecks. He’s shorter than us, so I can see Alex’s eyes. I was really enjoying my dance with Alex. Alex whispers something in the guy’s ear and he immediately stops and moves on to another couple. Once reunited Alex asks “Were you enjoying that? Do you want me to get him back?” “No” I shout, barely hearing my voice “I was happier having you all to myself”. Alex smiles and nods in approval.

    After a few more hours and a lot more drinks, we decide to call it. On our way back, Alex puts his arm around me and kisses me on my neck. “I had a lot of fun, we should do this more often” he says as he leads me back to our hotel. He’s walking faster and faster, we get to the hotel in no time. We enter and get in the elevator. Alex turns to me, puts both hands around my head and kisses me while the elevator door shuts behind us. His weight forces me back and he ends up pushing me into the elevator wall. He stops to say “Wanna do it here?”

    I was drunk but awake enough to point to the ceiling, guiding his gaze to the elevator camera. “I don’t mind if they watch” he says. “Well I mind if they come. Besides, we have a giant suite! We can pick a new place to do it”. He seemed a bit bored by the idea but humors me enough and we go to our room.

    “You need to learn how to live” he says as we walk into our suite. “I know how to live, but I don’t want to be kicked out of the hotel on Friday, no wait, Saturday at 3 am. Besides, if this news gets back to our boss we are so fired. We can do it in another elevator”

    Before I could finish my sentence, he turns towards me and rips my shirt open, pushes me backwards closing the door and pinning my back on it. He starts licking my chest and kissing my nipples as he works on removing my jeans. I feel his lips circling around my nipple, making it hard, while his hands drop my jeans to the ground. He keeps moving from one nipple to the other, as if to give them each an equal amount of “Alex”. He gets me so hard, sucking on my nipples with the occasional bite. His hands circling between my boxers and my chest. Squeezing my chest as he milks my nipples. I feel a jolt of lighting in my spine and I spread my legs. My boxers tighten as my cock grows. Alex drops to his knees and starts rubbing my dick with his lips, soaking my white boxers. I can see my dick starting to appear as my boxers become almost transparent. I hold Alex’s head as I free my cock and stuff it inside his mouth. He reaches for my hands, holds them by the wrists, and pins them to door, blocking my movements. He starts sucking my cock back and forth each time trying to fit more of it in his mouth. I feel his mouth push me towards the door as he tries to take me whole.

    I feel my dick hardening and thickening as Alex takes more of it. He pulls back and stands up then lets go of one hand as he pulls me with the second. He starts walking towards his room. He lets go of my hand just as we enter his room. He turns to look at me and says “I want to… I want you to – I want to try and bottom, can you top me?”

    No words were needed after that. I guide him to his bed, start undressing him, then lay him on his back. I start to play with his dick as my other hand circles his beautiful virgin ass. He smiles. I start sucking on his cock while continuously caressing his hole, his beautiful tight hole. He pushes his head backwards and exhales as I stop sucking him and start licking his balls. With one move, I lift him from the waste and start kissing his cheeks. He turns on his stomach giving me a better view, and I see his huge ass, perfectly rounded, sitting inches away from my face. I feel my cock pleading to enter. I kiss his cheeks and slap him. His ass wiggles. I spread his cheeks apart and dive my head into his ass. My tongue starts licking his hairless hole as my hands squeeze his cheeks. I stop to take a breath and ask if he’s okay. He assures me he’s enjoying it and I go back to eating his beautiful ass. I slide one hand closer to his hole, wet my fingers, and slide one finger into Alex. He moans of pleasure and his ass stretches a bit. I feel my dick, jealous of my finger, begging me to go inside Alex’s ass. I stand my ground, trying my best to be as gentle as possible. I pull my finger out again and eat Alex’s ass more. I continue with this routine for a bit, fingering Alex and eat him out, trying to fit one more finger as his ass stretches a bit.

    “I think I’m ready” he says, his head straight down into the bed. “I’ll be the judge of that” I tell him as I keep loosening his hole.

    I succeed at entering three fingers in his ass and start rotating them, stretching him a bit more. That’s when I know he is finally ready to take my dick.

  • Sort of Cowboys and Not Very Indians

    Horny Cowboys and Slutty Indians

    When did we start playing Cowboy and Indian? Well, for one thing, what we actually started was playing Indian and Indian so that we could strip down to almost nothing and wrestle around, the idea being to remove your opponent’s “loin cloth” and then do whatever “dirty” things we usually did. Unfortunately, we though it would be funny, dirty and “a hoot” to drag out the Polaroid camera and take pictures of ourselves. I have to be awfully drunk, now, to even reveal that these exist and, to show them?, as they say in Honolulu, “Nevah Hoppen”. Were you to see one from our first “powwow” you’d see two guys, fresh out of high school, moderately well built, wearing….a loin cloth made from kitchen dish towels held up by a belt from our one good suit and moccasins courtesy Adidas. Authenticity was not our goal, virtual nudity was. And the kitchen dish towels? Well, our first selection had been bath towels but there were problems; Most of them were pastel and all of them were too bulky and way too long. Stuffing a bath towel through a belt and sliding between your legs looks more like you’re carry a papoose in a novel way and place. Also, the towels hung below our knees so…that’s when the kitchen towels were added to the wardrobe. This was almost too successful as by the time they went up and over the belt, down between our legs, up and over the belt again, there wasn’t much to hang down and it was necessary to really tighten the belt or regardless of what we had in mind, our “loin cloths” came off due to the laws of Physics and gravity.

    Freshman year at college played right into our hands in that school had as their mascot some local Indian Chief and the team was called the Tribe who, on occasion, showed up in loin cloths-in school colors-and made whoopee on the gridiron before the game. There was even an unfortunate incident in which the marching band got too much into the spirit and both boys and girls tried the undress code with regrettable results. One young lady concealed her breast by having two trumpet players march backward, the cone of their instruments…well, you get the idea. In a way it was a great success, not only did the most appreciative audience laugh themselves sick as did the band. Perhaps unfortunately their program for that afternoon was to have included a pastiche of Old Favorite Hymns and, well, it just might have seemed a tad disrespectful to be yearning for the old rugged cross while trying to keep your loin cloth in place. However you thought about it, the school, the team the band-and two non-instrument players-made the news nationally. Indeed Phil, my partner on the reservation, gave quite a good interview to the local CBS affiliate that found it sufficiently amusing to hand it on to network who filled a dull news day with rather more of it than would have usually be shown. ONLY because he was brimming with enthusiasm for the school, was awash in statements usually reserved for the smarmiest of PR firms and his school boy “cuteness” and zeal saved him. Just to be fair, I was swooped up too and also interviewed….by the Dean of Student Affairs. (We made no secret of ours-affair that is- hadn’t since late in our Junior year in High School.) We were threatened with everything to and including being ridden off the campus, naked, on a bouncing two by four until he couldn’t hold it and started laughing. (Some years later, as a return of a favor, Phil and I found him in a kink bar and took him home for some of the home grown variety.)

    In one way, our looks worked against us even if CBS, locally and nationally, both commented on our essential “cuteness”. We wanted to be tall, dark, threatening and built along the general lines of a cowboy porn star but…more accurately we were “cute as two buttons” with open, freckled faces, happy grins, crew hair cuts, a certain bounciness to us that was, I admit this with loathing, compared to watching Winnie The Pooh run. For those who follow tennis, think of a cuter version of the Doubles playing Bryan Brothers and you’ve got the idea. We were almost always together, laughing, being boyish-it was just in our nature. A national fraternity became the first on campus to invite two openly gay men, a couple at that, to pledge. The fraternity got instant good feelings from the sort of people who demand civil rights for all causes even some who insist Women get the vote….More cameras, more interviews-this time with both of us and the President of the fraternity who said he was proud to have us and, what the hell, might consider a three way just for his own frame of reference. This last bit was dropped from most of the televised interviews but not all which….brought the national representatives of the fraternity to town to ask him just what the fuck he’d meant? Sleeping with two gay pledges and, by the fucking way, what the hell was he thinking when he asked us to join?

    Backfired! The national fraternity had put out a statement saying that while they applauded the spirit and intention of the deed, as a group they opposed homosexuality in the frat house and, in future, other chapters would be asked to consider very carefully before extending an invitation to any gay man. Can you see the press heading for the frat house? And, because the national fraternity had their headquarters in Washington D.C, the press there damn near ringed their offices, gay advocacy groups showed up en masse and we were back on television but this time as the lead story. Danny, our local president, was genuinely shocked and broke down in tears when interviewed saying that he only did what he did because the guys liked us, we were good students and….well….why not. And then teared up again. We were there-reluctantly-and to make his point, Danny kissed both of us, full tongue. It was a weekend and, apart from college football, this was THE HOT story. We now had the full alphabet, ABC, CBS, FOX, NBC, CNN, ESPN (?) plus the local boys and girls and we were promised even more. And the kiss seen round the globe.

    Inside the frat house it was a sad, quiet place. None of us wanted this but a great number of parents, fearing threats they’d received in their own home towns, had demanded that their sons de-pledge and depart immediately, not only the fraternity but withdraw from school as well. A week into this and a house meant to hold 75 men was now the mausoleum for twenty of us. The media finally went away but the damage they’d done had not. In Washington the National Offices had “suggested”, just to defuse the situation, that Phil and I not be initiated but rather allowed to “hang out” as friends of the frat. And that was too much for Danny. I suppose it was a clever move but….he called another news conference on the lawn which was going to take a year to recover and the concrete sign announcing our Greek letters had been so desecrated that it was taken down. This time there was no hysteria, just a portent sense of a grim occasion. Danny walked out, a roll of paper under his arm, thanked the media for being there. Significantly, he was wearing his blazer from which had been removed the fraternity crest. He said a few words and then unrolled the paper which was the letter from national headquarters, blown up, about how they wanted him to handle the situation, prominently underlined was the part about making us “friends” but not pledging us. As we’d been asked to be there, we were behind him, not happily, but there. For those who couldn’t read, he read aloud the more salient parts and he looked into the massed cameras and told them and whoever would see it that A. He was resigning effective that moment and B. he was going to go with Phil and me and find out what the life of a gay man really was like as he’d certainly been given a taste of the ugliness of how others saw it.

    Danny was a varsity wrestler and when he put an arm around each of our shoulders and started forward, we just went with him. Through the cameras reporters with outstretched mics asking questions, across the stubble lawn and into his car where we all drove away. As drama and theatre, it was a huge success. Virtually every news platform carried it and and added that there should be more men of Danny’s character. In D.C the interviews, or attempts at them, at national headquarters took on the aspect of the villagers holding torches coming up the mountain to get the monsters. While not the cover story in TIME, it was covered and the national fraternity, both product and ethos was vilified.

    A few miles from campus Danny found a phone and called the Dean of Students effectively asking him that the three of us be dropped from enrollment, that our fees and expenses for that semester be refunded…. He was still talking when the Dean interrupted him, told him for all of us to meet him at his house-some distance from campus-and be there in about an hour. It was about then that Danny told us that he’d packed all his things and they were in the trunk of the car. For obvious personal reasons we lived in an apartment off campus and, what could we do?, we asked Danny to come live with us until the whole mess either blew over or….as Phil said with a half smirk….we could get a picture deal out of it.

    I don’t know what we expected from the Dean but probably none of it was going to be good news; Apart from attracting a ton of negative publicity to the campus-not to mention the incident with the marching band-we, the three of us had forced national attention on a hot button issue and deeply involved the fraternity, of course, but the university by implication. Phil and I had already one one interview with him and at least knew he had a a sense of humor but….somehow, if we’d been surveyed, neither of us would have said that his laughter over an incident would stretch to having his campus overrun with media, faculty being pressed for interviews, some very unflattering profiles of the school being run and, what else?, the athletic program, their recent lack of success at anything and their current losing season had been discussed, argued, commented on….I figured if the Athletic Director wasn’t in full cardiac arrest it was just a matter of time. We stood in front of his door rather longer than one normally would hating to ring the bell that was more like the tocsin of doom. He spared us the agony of one of us being the Judas goat by opening it himself.

    “Come in, guys, get in here before a news helicopter or a cruising camera crew finds you and, Danny, slip back out there and pull the car in the garage; I left a door up and an open bay.”

    He was casually dressed in sweat pants, old sneakers and a zip front hoodie which, on the back, showed support for a school, just not the one by which he was employed. The hoodie was partially unzipped and I think we were all surprized to see a good sized eagle tattoo on his chest. “Danny, hurry up now, or your drink will get warm.” We followed him into what was probably his office study and, from a hidden refrigerator produced two beer for us. He made a Scotch rocks for himself and Danny could have whatever he wanted, presumably, when he got there which was only a moment or so. He joined up with a beer and the Dean, all graciousness, encouraged us to sit down, take off our shoes, get comfortable as he figured this was as good a hidey hole for the next little while as we could find. He fully expected the media to visit him and, when they did, we could scoot upstairs and watch TV, nap, whatever until they went away. It showed why he was a Dean and we were students. I know we were grateful to have the future, at least the next brief part, handled and resolved. Phil and I received his next gift of largesse. He’d had campus police stationed around out apartment to prevent any sort of vandalism and, he hoped we wouldn’t mind, he’d over stepped his legal bounds and had someone go in and pack up some clothes for us. (That should have been easy, if anyone tried to pick out things separately, you found it was pretty much impossible. We wore each others clothes, shoes, whatever. About the only thing we didn’t share was our toothbrush so at least when they looked for two of them, they’d be successful. )

    He told us to call him Bryan as we weren’t really going to be Students much longer. Beyond what Danny had requested, he’d thrown his weight around and we would get all our money back but Danny would receive all his academic credits at our new school, which, he said somewhat confidentially, was better than here and, for our troubles, the Board of Trustees had agreed to pay for a full year, all expenses, for all of us. I thought Danny was going to break down. After all his worries and concerns, this great guy had done for him what we, however grateful we were, could not have done.

    Hard to know who relaxed the most, but I’d guess Danny who had, for the past several. hours been on the verge of a nervous collapse. Sitting there on the couch he looked so alone, so isolated, so grateful but just beyond able to express any sort of emotion. I remembered that just before the semester had started one of his parents had died and now this…Bryan knew that too and casually sat next to him and pulled him to his chest which had the wanted effect of letting Danny emotionally collapse but externally. Bryan held him as you would a child and, with a jerk of his head, indicated Phil and I should go elsewhere, this was private, personal and painful. A real adult needed to be there and he was. Phil and I, not being familiar with his house, and mindful that the media was probably looking up street addresses and reading maps decided to take Bryan’s advice and go upstairs. There we found what was obviously a guest room-empty closet, perfectly made bed-so we staked our claim and, as we were want to do, crawled up on the bed and relaxed.

    With the silence of the house and the day, we suddenly were both tired and, again as usual, found each other, kissed and relaxed into a nap.

    It was dark, not dusk, dark when we awakened and found that Danny was asleep on the other bed in the room. I didn’t know much about body language but even in his sleep he looked….crumpled, exhausted. He was undressed and under the covers so we crept out looking for, in order of importance, a bathroom and food. The first was easy the second, we assumed, was downstairs. Just to be on the safe side we sidled up to a window and snuck a peek to make sure we weren’t being haunted by the press-we couldn’t see any-and went on downstairs. Bryan and good smells proved to be in the same place which was a great old fashioned kitchen.

    “Hey, guys, I wondered who’d join me for dinner and you’re just in time. It’s beef stew and I picked up an apples crumb pie on my way home.” He hadn’t changed clothes, but only then did I realize what a great looking guy he was. Easy stride, charm and grace that only comes naturally to a few men and a good sense of humor. “How about a beer first? Get your appetite going…” He headed off for his study via the wet bar where he got two bottle for us and a double shot of Scotch for himself. “Come on in, sit down, guess we better get to know each other as friends not as Dean of Students and Students…by the way, I resigned citing philosophical differences.” And he laughed.

    We didn’t we were sort of shocked and must have showed it. He was a great guy, was a great Dean and we couldn’t help but think our run in with the press and the fraternity was the driving reason behind his actions. He looked at us and read us like remedial reading. “Don’t worry, I only took this because I was just off sabbatical, thought I’d better work and this was offered. I can and will get a better job at another school, already talked to three of them all of which said, in effect, welcome aboard so don’t worry about me. But we gotta worry about Danny. He’s just had a major part of his life, his support system handed to him on fire and it’s up to the two of you-you’re more his age-and me to put him back together again. That’s why I’m moving all of you in here. It’s too far into the semester to swap schools-and, you don’t know this officially, but I’m taking the three of you with me, that was part of the deal I made here and where we’re headed…”

    Phil and I just sat there, rarely had others made all the decisions for us, and so quickly. But he wasn’t done. “Oh, and you’ve moved out of your apartment. All your things are neatly packed up and in the basement here. My plan is to put the three of you on the third floor-really needs some dusting and basic cleaning-but you two can have your privacy and Danny gets his own room as well you share a bathroom but that shouldn’t be a problem. Whaddya say?”

    Phil said, “Can I go down on you?” Bryan laughed that easy laugh that said he was amused, not offended. “Maybe later”, and laughed again. Phil smiled not sure what he meant. For a time we just sat there, enjoyed the fire-Bryan suggested we take our shoes off, put our feet up, have another beer. For once in several days I was calm and wasn’t worried about the future and could begin to forget the past. Somewhere I understood this whole mess wasn’t quite over but with Bryan riding shotgun, I had a comfortable, even hopeful that whatever was to come would be handled and kicked down the street.

    Dinner turned a little boozy which, frankly, wasn’t unwelcome. Bryan checked on Danny and said he was just getting through the emotional part of the past few days and was moving into plain old exhaustion. All he asked us to do was, whenever we rolled over or went to the can, just check him, shouldn’t be anything wrong but when someone had been through something as emotionally draining he’d need a few days to come down, relax and ended by saying this was now boys town and he was one of the boys. He saw no reason to go back to his office, we didn’t need to go anywhere and it was a sure shot that Danny probably never wanted to see the fraternity house again. No reasons to disagree there. “Oh, and if you two want to make love or have sex, there’s a spare room in the basement where peace and quiet and privacy was ours even a bathroom, admittedly not updated since Roosevelt’s first administration. Fact is, if we wanted to just stay there, it’d be alright with him but…wait a few days, he needed to be surrounded by people who cared about him, as a favour to him. I said after the last few days the idea of sex hadn’t seemed very important and if it did, we’d find the basement.

  • The Great Warlock

    This is a work of fiction written by me, set in a fantasy modern world setting. The story is purely a creation from the author’s imagination and does not depict the author’s moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. The story depicted the same-sex relations between two men, as such, if you find any themes in this story uncomfortable, please head out.


    Characters List:

    • Phillipe “Lip” Cocksure: An average-height slim guy. Pale white skin. Ear-long blonde hair. Blue eyes. 6” cut cock with small balls. Smooth body with a bit of pubic hair. He has a prepper look with his neatly combed hair with hair gel and smooth face.
    • Tyler “Ty” Hardwell:An average-height slim guy. Black skin. Short-black hair. Black eyes. 12” Black uncut cock with chicken eggs for balls, He has a naughty/rebellious demeanor with an attitude. He has thick lips and a very confident smile that almost looks like a smirk.
    • Mark Cocksure:Lip’s father. A tall well-toned guy with massive pecs in his mid-forties. Pale white skin. Ear-long blonde hair. Blue eyes. 7” cut cock with small balls. Although he isn’t a muscular man, his body was well-toned. Unlike his smooth son, he has a little bit of hair growing every inch of his body. Though his face shows his age, he doesn’t look old and instead looks like a mature daddy. Ty’s breeding mare.
    • Marcus Hardwell:Ty’s Father. An average height thin man in his thirties. Black skin. Short-black hair. Black eyes. 12” uncut cock. He’s a dashing man and looks younger than his age. He’s a businessman through and through and he shows that by always wearing a three-piece suit. He always walks with a cane.
    • Jake Williams:Mark’s former friend and a councilman. A short fat man in his early thirties. White skin. Red hair. 4” cock. Not only he’s the youngest member of the council, but he also looks younger than his age with an attitude even younger.
    • Blake Smith:Mark’s former student. An average-height muscular American-looking guy with a huge muscular ass. Tanned skin. Blonde. Blue eyes. 8” cut cock and massive balls. He’s a sophomore and an Omega in APA. A member of the Wrestling team as well as Ty’s Main House. He’s Kirk’s best friend and the more dominant bully between the two.
    • Kirk Winchester:Mark’s former student. An average-height muscular American-looking guy. Pale white skin. Short-black hair. black eyes. 5” cut cock and small balls. He’s Blake’s best friend and the troublemaker between the two.
    • Nick:The president of APA Fraternity and Student Union. A tall and handsome hunk of a guy. White skin. Curly black hair. Green eyes. 8” cut cock. He’s the hottest hot shot in town as well as the most important student in the whole university.
    • Josh:Nick’s best friend. A tall and muscular American-Korean man. Pale yellowish skin. Short black hair. Black eyes. 4” cut cock. He has a never-aging baby face. Although he isn’t as handsome as nick, he definitely comes as a close second.
    • Carlos Guerra:Nick’s Best friend. An average-height lump of muscle Latino. Brown skin. Black curly hair. Black eyes. 8” uncut cock. He was the least handsome with a more cute feature. His best assets are his muscular V shape body with massive tits. He has well-toned calves as well as a muscular bubble butt.
    • Damian Guerra:Carlos’s Father. A tall hunk Latino. Brown skin. Black short hair. Black eyes. 8” uncut cock. Despite looking more proper than his son, he still has the same bad-boy demeanor as his son.
    • William Guerra:Damian’s husband. A tall nerdy-looking guy. White skin. Long curly blonde hair. Blue eyes. He’s originally a hairy guy, but he keeps himself well-shaven for Damian. He’s also vasectomized
    • Kappa Sigma President:A short muscular man. White skin. Blonde hair. 4” cock with small balls and muscular ass.
    • KS President’s brother:An average-height slim man. White skin. Wavy shoulder-length blonde hair. 5” cock and small butt.

    Marcus Hardwell wasted no time in monetizing the fortune that had suddenly befallen his family. Tyler, despite saying he didn’t care about the business proposal, drove a hard bargain up his father’s ass making sure he got what he wanted, and those were money, power, and protection. So now, his father not only have no control over Ty as he would permanently move to Cocksure’s mansion, but he also has to protect him from whatever repercussion might occur, besides making him a shareholder in his company. Marcus begrudgingly agreed to the terms Ty provided.

    Now, both Lip’s parents were officially part of the breeding program with shared ownership between Tyler and Marcus. Lip’s mom, after giving birth to Ty’s son and Lip’s half-brother, would give her womb for service to produce babies for the customers. She was a prestigious bloodline, though not as much magically gifted as Lip’s father, so many customers wanted her to sire a brood for them. Marcus not only found interest in fruitless married men but also in powerful men who wanted their lineage to have a stronger bloodline by forcing their heirs to have a new baby or even planning to replace their current heirs with a new one by Lip’s mother. Jake was the first one to join and sponsor the program with his newfound fortune as a councilman and got two twin babies.

    The noble females also find a prospect in Lip’s dad. The Cocksures were, after all, a very exclusive bloodline dated to the Roman Empire, and had been keeping their bloodline magically strong and only choosing from the best since then. The family always had a small number of family members; two parents and a son. Many would jump to take this opportunity to snatch some of that well-pruned bloodline into their own blood.

    The noble would make sure their daughter with a less favorable marriage would end up pregnant by Mark, or even convince the current powerful less fertile husband to suck it up and get a baby from Mark. Some even let their daughters get pregnant and produced magically gifted babies while remaining unmarried so they could run the family business without fearing it would fall into outsiders’ hands. Of course, Ty would find a way to profit from this as well since Mark could no longer get hard from women. So Ty would be the one doing the fucking, both Mark and the customer before Mark did the filling. Sometimes, Ty would sneakily do the filling himself. When Ty wasn’t around, it would be required for the customer to provide a male to fuck Mark while he pumped his seed into the women. Some of the husbands and fathers “begrudgingly” took it upon themselves to pound Mark with a grudge fuck. Of course, if Tyler were present, he would fill the husbands’/fathers’ asses as well so long he found them attractive, or if they were an entitled one, Ty would share the ass with his “frat” brothers.

    It wasn’t exactly a fraternity. Using the connection he gained when he was Mark’s student, the house he gained from Mark was turned into his basecamp/hangout for those people who wanted to suck up to him, some of them sucked his cock quite literally. They partied hard and fucked harder. Most of the time, Ty would be the one bringing the guest of honor, but if one of the guys were lucky to score a girl, he’d bring the girl into the house for a gangbang or two. Of course, there were girl members as well, most of them had experienced the gangbang and were so hooked they stayed at the house while some never left, some other girls heard of the wild party at the house and they wanted some of those wild experiences once before they became the house regulars. In cases where the girls ended up pregnant, Ty would come to the girls’ parents’ house and brainfucked them into taking the unborn children’s custody, before fucking everyone within the household.

    The breastmilk from Lip’s mother was not let waste by Ty. Since his father had no idea of what to use with the breastmilk, Ty created his own site and a brand of breastmilk that he would illegally distribute among the students. There was no reason for it to be illegal except the word “illegal” was a great marketing strategy among the students. Learning well from his father’s business design, he also required the students to upload a video of them jacking off to the site to buy the breastmilk, and the next orders after, a video of them jerking off while drinking the breastmilk. Ty couldn’t guess some of the students who ordered the breastmilk, but he knew he hit the jackpot. Luckily, nobody knew Ty was behind the breastmilk except his peers. With the addition of the pregnant college girls who he hired as well, he never had an empty stock.

    The price was only affordable to high-ranking members of the society of the mages, though Marcus would occasionally give a discount to certain people he needed in exchange for a favor. That wasn’t the only price, however. The breeding program would require the “session” to be recorded for research, though everyone knew it was for future blackmail. Yet, many still find themselves drawn to one of the purest bloodlines in the known world.

    Ty did have access to these recordings as well, and he often watched them together with his friends at one of the parties especially the ones with his professors in them. Sometimes, he would “accidentally” play the recording when he gave a presentation if the professor participated in the breeding program. Some other times, he would invite the professor to one of his parties, and have him ride his cock as the rest of them watched the recordings. You would think they came in fear of blackmail, but they didn’t. They were hooked on Ty’s cock the first time around those husbands, wives, fathers, professors, and college girls begged for a second chance at the huge cock so much that they were willing to be tattoed on their pubic with “Ty’s cunt” around runic lines shaped like a heart. Lip and Mark already had that.

    Once, he told a famous prodigal college magician to be shaved and tattoed at the party, to which the young man agreed. The next morning, not only the recording of him and his newly-wed wife spending their wedding night on Ty’s cock, which revealed Ty was the one who filled the wife’s cunt instead of Mark, but also a video where the man swung on every single cock available at the party ending in a scene where he was screaming mercy from being forced to smoke a joint from his asshole. Marcus was obviously furious when the man’s family sued for a refund. Ty, however, managed to make the man admit that he was the one who asked for a black baby so he could suck his cock when he grew up in a press conference. He even apologized to Ty on camera, begged to be fucked again, degrading himself by saying how empty his hole was, how he was such a slut for his cock, and his father could fuck himself, all on captured camera. Not long after, another video of the famous prodigy was leaked, a video of him fucking himself with his quite sizeable cock. He also had a nose ring, pierced nipples, a cock ring, and a pierced piss slit, while he kept asking for his “daddy” to forgive him.

    Needless to say, the family retracted their lawsuit, which the Hardwell totally fight back with another lawsuit that ended in the Hardwell earning some extra cash. That didn’t end there, however. The dad requesting for another breeding service in which the Hardwells rubbed it as hard as they could to his face. They demanded extra cash and an extra article on the contract, and a video of the dad clearly stating his reason for requesting the service. The video, where he stated he need a new heir for his house as the current heir was too much of a cunt to continue his legacy, was to be released in public, and Marcus made sure everyone in the wizarding communities knew. Including the video of the dad swinging on Ty’s cock while fucking Lip’s mom and another video of him sucking Ty’s ass as the younger boy fill his wife with cum. Ty screwed them further by making sure the family hold a press conference to announce the newly coming babies and how they came to be. Ty and his college friends laughed at the tv as it broadcasted live the famous celebrity family holding three kids, one girl from the dad and Lip’s mom, one boy from Ty and his in-law, and one boy from Ty and his wife. The dad and the son wore one size too small white suit without an undershirt, nothing but a bright pink thong covering their lower body, and Ty made sure everyone could see the father-son had a matching tattoo of Ty’s slave on their pubic, while the women wore one transparent white one-piece dress that barely covered their pussy which had the matching tattoo as well. All of them were smiling as the sounds of vibrators filled up the room throughout the press conference. Everyone could see a dildo handle sticking out of their asses and the vibrator’s cable extended to the remote set on max tied on the back of their thighs. Of course, Marcus made the sight viral as well.

    Lip? Soon, Lip would find himself having many unknown half-siblings, besides the 10 he knew. Right after the convention, he asked Marcus to accept him to study magic at the Uni, but Marcus laughed and asked how he could pay the tuition. Ty told his father that Lip was his property so he could enter the study hall and attend courses as his bitch alongside his father when the man wasn’t busy breeding. Marcus agreed, and since then, Lip had been able to study as Ty’s servant enrolled majoring in Enchantment, taking his notes, sometimes while taking his dick as well in front of everyone when his dad wasn’t around. If he was, Mark would be the one riding Ty’s cock while his son took notes. Lip excelled at his study, hence making Ty pass with flying colors as well. While the test was more of a practical evaluation, Ty made sure Lip was given a chance at the test and evaluation like a proper student as well. Though for enchantment classes, he didn’t need to take any notes since Ty would take over the course and berated the professors on how stupid they were. If the professors rebutted, they would soon find themselves clucking and posing like a chicken with their cocks out of their pants while cumming. Then they would go home, and Ty would continue lecturing Lip in Enchantment if he was in a good mood while Lip rode his cock.

    In one course, he took control of the class for the whole semester and he made the professor, a nerdy lanky man, be their entertainment. The professor tried to kick him from his course, change his course, or even resign from the uni, but all that did was make Ty angrier. Ty decided to show everyone and the professor what a mindfucked truly meant by overloading the professor with enchantment spells, enchanted piss, brainwashing, and eventually frying the professor’s brain, the man could only smile with a hard-on. He turned his former professor into a statue, or at least the professor believed him to be, posing on a pedestal on a pond as he pissed into it. Of course, Ty provided a plaque just in front of the fountain filled with the professor’s identity.

    Marcus was furious as he was one of the known members of UM (Union of Mages) though not a high-ranking one. When the professor’s eldest son came to rescue his father with brute force since the law couldn’t, Ty found himself a new live-in muscular butler statue with a muscular cunt alongside a few other of his high school bullies and sports stars, some totally mind-fucked, while others still retained their consciousness trapped within their own body. Then the youngest son came, just as muscular as his brother and fresh from college, begging on his knees just, only to be just like his brother. The professor’s dad also came. A foul old yet in a good shape man with a foul mouth who was clearly from a lower stratum in society. Ty installed him at the pond on a lower pedestal as the man’s muscular body leaned back posing with his mouth being poured pissed straight from the professor’s cock. The man would constantly drink the piss as he let out his own in tandem. When midnight clock straight, the statues would rise, have dinner in the backyard, and have a family conversation as if nothing ever happened to them. Though he did wonder how the professor had a lanky body when his whole family members were hunks.

    When the annual ranking came at the end of the semester, Ty was always in the first spot. He then crossed the name under him and replaced it with Lip’s full name. They would also make out and fuck in front of the announcement board. Ty was grateful, after all, he was too busy with having those college life experiences. While Lip was busy taking notes, Ty was busy “pledging” to a frat house. A very famous one in the uni. The president of the frat house was also the president of the student union and a quarterback star on the football team, the hottest hotshot in the uni. A junior coming from the lower class, he was so charismatic everyone believed him when he said he was going to take care of everyone as the president that he was proclaimed the protector of the students when the transition of leadership between Lip’s dad to Ty’s dad happened. He was muscular, blonde, and had a pair of blue eyes filled with confidence and cockiness. Although Mark was an academician through and through, he was American enough to have fully funded the football team. Football was still a prestigious sport even amongst the Magisterium members. Nick was majoring in Evocation, a subject in which magic was used to manipulate raw elements. Though it can be used as a source of energy and manipulating physics, many used this field of study as a learning medium for combat. Everyone knew Nick was aiming to be one of the Justicars, an elite militant of the Magisterium. He was praised by Mark a lot.

    Even though he spoke against Marcus and highly of Mark, he barely did anything to support Mark. Ty even saw Nick playing darts with the target being a picture of Mark’s asshole in one of the frat parties Ty managed to sneak in thanks to his connection with Mark’s now sophomore students as some of them was a member of the frat house. He would act reluctant to play at first as he said it was inappropriate for such an outstanding member of the Magisterium, but everyone knew he was bullshitting every good thing he said about Mark. He was only trying to save his face in front of the Magisterium. Case in point, he bullseye the picture of Mark’s asshole using a special dart that looked like a cock, had the house and the beer cup decorated with a picture of Mark spreading his asshole, have every single praise that Mark had given him written on toilet papers, personally encouraging people to fuck the magical sex doll that looked exactly like Mark, and had all of his badge of accomplishment given by Mark pinned on his crotch. He even had Mark’s trademark gift, a handkerchief, with a sign with a picture of Mark ordering them to wipe their pits, cocks, pussies, and assholes before entering. Everyone knew Mark only gave those handkerchiefs to his allies as a sign of trust.

    That night, Nick went up to his master bedroom with two girls who weren’t his girlfriend, and then, his best friends, Carlos and Josh, bring up one other girl. Nick and Carlos were footballers while Josh was a wrestler, the only wrestler in their house, with Carlos being a smaller muscular Latino stud than Nick, he had a very beautiful body and a handsome naughty face with his curly hair. Nick was definitely the most handsome of the two with his curly black hair and green eyes. He was tall and muscular and was packing a huge set of balls. What Carlos lacked in height, he made up in the perfectly V shape of his body, his massive pecs, and bubbly asscheeks. Josh, on the other hand, was an American-Korean mixed who was as big as Nick but had a much smaller dick. He has short black hair and a square baby face with small black eyes and cute dimples. He had a muscular body as well, but not as thick as Nick or as toned as Carlos. Nick was 8”, Carlos was 8” as well, while Josh was only 4”. Being an Arcanist, Josh was the only one who wasn’t evokers between the three. Both Carlos and Nick always thought Josh’s slow and steady pounding was to accommodate his own small cock, but Ty knew better.

    Josh was pissing in the bathroom when the shower curtain beside him opened. Ty walked out of the shower and stood beside Josh pissing as the Korean man gawked at Ty’s cock then looked at the slumping man on the floor ass up with cum flooding out of the hole, a beta of the frat house, a second caste in the hierarchy. He looked back at the slimy cock, still in shock, when Ty finally said something, “Knew him from Mark’s class, has a tight ass on him too. Well, had.” He laughed. “Well, all of them from Mark’s class had a tight ass, both boys and girls. Girls had been cunted for a while, we just had the boys’ cherry popping party a while ago. You should see this bad boy opened them up and filled them like a turkey for Thanksgiving, we still had the video if you want to watch.” He shook his cock.

    Josh looked at the cock and then looked at the kid shocked at his cockiness to an alpha member of the house nonetheless. But when he saw the black face with a cocky smile, a low fade black hair, and piercing black eyes, he knew exactly who the kid was. Josh’s cock lurched in response, and it leaked precums when he saw Ty smirking at him.

    “Yeah, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Tell you what, send me a picture of you nude, and we’ll see if you’re good enough for our parties.” He said slapping the older and bigger man on the butt, sticking his middle finger up Josh’s ass, then feeding it to the man. Josh, as if entranced, sucked the finger diligently. “Don’t worry, it won’t be as tight when we’re done with you. Don’t look so shocked, I share all of my cunts.” Including Lip’s, but Ty was being a little bit stricter for him.

    Josh knew when Ty said “we”, he meant some of his underclassmen, the sophomores from Evocation major, including the stoners, preppers, and whatever heck Enchantment major had. Most of the Enchantment students in Ty’s “frat house” were freshmen, though he wouldn’t be surprised if Ty got some of the older students into his peers. Nick didn’t think much of Ty and his ever-growing “club”, as he put it, when Josh mentioned them a while ago. For the president, they were only a group of asslickers being led by a privileged spoiled brat. Josh rolled his eyes in irony, but Nick didn’t bother with Ty since the Student Union never truly received a report despite Ty’s notorious reputation. Once the three of them checked in on a sophomore, a girl, who lost her virginity to Ty in Mark’s classes and was pregnant but had to take custody alone. It ended with the three of them crossing pregnant women and breastmilk from their sex wishlist. Both Carlos and Josh weren’t aware of their best friend’s newfound interest, however.

    Ty was smiling like a maniac when he premiered a video of Nick jacking off to the breastmilk at his party which became some sort of regular event to “officially” begin the party. Nick’s frathouse member in his parties said Nick seemed didn’t want anyone to know his interest and seemed didn’t know Ty was the one distributing the goods. Nick had become one of the regulars ordering packs and packs of breastmilk one of the omegas of Nick’s frathouse said he was probably using his scholarship money to smuggle breastmilk at one of Ty’s parties. He knew all he needed was an opportunity to strike at the president guy at uni, and Josh would be that opportunity.

    The fact that his house wasn’t technically a frat house made it easier for Ty to join other frat houses since he had no loyalty to other houses, to begin with. Besides, he was an important son of the new dean and basically a leader of a club/house, who wouldn’t want that as their subordinate? The thought of having control over such an important person was indeed quite tempting. Most houses even allowed Ty to just join their house, only for Ty to influence the president to add “cock testing” as a trial for the pledges. Some houses did require him to pledge, but only one house has the president of the Studen Union as their president.

    He wasn’t surprised at all when his phone received a few pictures of Josh. One was a full-body picture of the man naked from above. Ty licked his lips as he saw the more Korean feature on Josh’s body, with his yellowish-white skin, black eyes, black short hair, full dark pink lips, and a sharp nose and bone structure. His body was jacked and his small cock standing at attention. One picture of his small cock on the full frame, and three pictures of his ass. One with him showing his ass from behind, one with him pulling his legs up showing his hole on a bed, and the last one was a close-up of his hole. All were shown on a big TV screen to everyone available at the Cocksure Mansion at the time, including some of the breeding program clients, a dad, and two of his sons, while Ty was fingering Lip’s cunt and Mark was being railed by one of his students.

    “That’s one piece of a hungry college cunt.”

    “More like famished.”

    “And that man is our alpha? What a joke.”

    “Yeah, the house is a circus now that we got a thirsty momma’s boy and a hungry Asian cunt leading us. Fuck, I bet I can take both of them and make them scream when I fuck their cunts.”

    “Bitch, if you dare, you wouldn’t be a fucking house slave!”

    “Shut up or I’ll make both of your ride two-sided dildoes!” Ty was finally done with the bickering. These college cunts really were all barks and no bite.

    Everyone could see Ty was typing on the big screen. “That’s good enough, cunt. Come in this afternoon, at 5 p.m. wearing a long raincoat and nothing, not even a single cloth, inside. If you agree, in no more than 5 minutes, stuff Nick’s toothbrush inside your cunt, and trust me, I’ll know if it wasn’t Nick’s. And I want the brush inside, not the fucking handle.” Everyone was dying of laughter.

    Almost 5 minutes passed, and they thought Josh had chickened out and Ty was going too strong. Ty told them to shut up, and a second after, a new picture appeared on the big screen. A full round ass with a yellow glassy stick sticking out. On the handle was written “Nick” with a star beside it.

    “Oh yeah, I’ve seen his toothbrush, that’s his.”

    “Rub it around cunt, make sure he tasted your ass next time he brushed his teeth,” Ty replied.

    “Done.”

    “Good, you better not be lying. I’ll know.”

    The next picture appeared with the ass now having a few more colorful sticks. “These are his traveling toothbrushes.”

    “What a fucking eager cunt. Blake Smith, your omega, says you need to send a nude picture of your girlfriend for him to jack off.”

    Not even a second later, a couple of pictures of a nude blonde girl in various sexual poses appeared.

    “Yeah, he’s a fucking fag, doesn’t even like his girlfriend.” Ty said, “Don’t be late.” He sent.

    Josh wasn’t late, in fact, he was early. They were watching the next episode of Nick the Momma Boy when Josh came in. He was shocked looking at the big flat screen where his best friend was jacking off, and worse yet, a bunch of freshmen, sophomores, and the lower rank frat members cussing and jerking, clearly enjoying their time watching Nick humiliate himself.

    “Like what you see, cunt?” Ty approached Josh, then slapped Josh’s face lightly.

    “What is this? How did you get this?”

    “Doesn’t matter cunt. What matters is, you won’t embarrass your best friend by telling him everyone on campus know he’s a momma boy, right?”

    Josh looked bewildered, but once the shock passed, he looked at Ty nervously and said, “I-I can’t say anything you don’t want anyway.”

    Tyler raised an eyebrow.

    “I-I know you. I know what you can do. What you did to me. That’s why I have no power to refuse your order. Why I am here, looking like an exhibitionist slut on a catwalk.” Josh stammered.

    Ty laughed at his face, “Is that what you’ve been telling yourself? To think that you aren’t fag enough I need to use magic on you? What a joke. You’re a fucking faggot, I don’t need to use my magic on you.”

    “Lie! You lie! It’s just one of your tricks, isn’t it? To make your magic effective against me? Once Nick figured out what’s going on, he’ll have your ass, punk!”

    Ty slapped him square on the face, then he grabbed him by the face, “To be a fag is one thing, a fucking coward is another. You can’t even accept who you are, and you called yourself an alpha. Fucking faggot. Drop your fucking raincoat.”

    Josh hesitated for a moment, once he dropped his raincoat, everyone knew why he hesitated. Even then, despite being embarrassed, Josh didn’t try to cover his 4” hard leaking dick.

    “I don’t know if you truly believe I enchanted you or roleplay is your thing, but I guess I’d be a coward too if I had a dick that small.” Ty pulled on the hard dick.

    “He had a great ass, so at least he has something going.” Blake came from behind slapping Josh’s ass cheek and watched it jiggle. He pulled the cheeks apart and looked at the wet tight hole like he was assessing some delivery goods. “Fuck, he came well-lubed too.”

    Ty shook his head in disbelief, “Fucking faggot. Listen up, fag. I don’t like when a fag says I need to enchant them to make them hooked on my cock as if my cock wasn’t good enough, so here’s the deal. You’ll stand here and watch as I railed every ass in here except yours. Once you stop lying to yourself and admit that you’re a bottom faggot slut, you’ll ask Blake there to take your cherry. So you’ll know a fag slut who can’t accept who he is worth nothing to me. Of course, if I am wrong and you’re not a faggot slut. You’re free to go anytime. As I said, nobody’s enchanting you.”

    Not even a second after Ty finished his sentences, Josh had already kneeled, “I am sorry! I am a dumb cunt! A fag slut! I lied! You didn’t enchant me! I want this, to get fucked, so much I am ashamed to admit it! I am sorry I insulted you! I didn’t mean it, please! I am sorry, please forgive me! Don’t kick me out! Please show me my place!” Josh bent over to kiss Ty’s feet. Ty kicked him square in the face.

    Everyone was openly laughing at Josh, calling him names, as Ty smiled at him. “You’re a dumb cunt. Too late to ask me now, cunt. I told you what to do, I am not going to repeat myself.” Ty turned toward Lip who had been reading a book, threw away the book, ripped open Lip’s pants, folded the smaller man in half, and rammed his cock up to the hilt without any resistance whatsoever. Lip had lubed and his asshole had expected the intrusion, after all. However, Ty was clearly affected by Josh, in some way, that he pumped his cock more vigorously than he usually would. He pulled his cock up to the head, then slammed it back home so hard the sofa was squeaking. Then he literally sawed the entirety of his cock into Lip’s asshole rapidly while making out with Mark’s client, a dilf who was covered in hair top to bottom, who Lip just realized had been fucking his dad beside him. Lip also noticed Ty’s fingers were wrecking the client’s ass. The client’s two sons, two nerdy businessmen, were spit-roasted by the much younger college students side by side, while some other students filled Lip’s mom’s rented pussy. Marcus would certainly be furious if this client sued for a refund.

    Josh, on the other hand, was doing his best not to droll. He looked at Blake who had been looking at him like a wolf waiting for his prey to deliver himself. Without a doubt, Josh was the prey. He was sitting on another sofa alongside his best friend, Kirk, and two other sophomores who weren’t members of their frathouse. He was about to stand up when Blake told him to crawl. An Omega telling him, an Alpha, to crawl. Any other day, Josh would’ve punched him on the face and wiped the floor with him. Now that his façade was broken, Josh’s cock was happily swinging and leaking as he crawled to the sofa, kneeling in front of the Omega. When Josh was about to say something, Blake quickly slapped him.

    “First lesson Alpha, nobody’s interested in your face or your mouth except when you use it to suck cocks. You might have a pretty face, and everyone knows girls flocks to you for the face and not your small clit, but us studs are only interested in your cunt. So turn around and spread your cheeks Alpha. Let us see if your cunt is as pretty as your face.”

    Josh’s face was crimson, not from anger but from the newly found excitement as he turned around, laid his head on the floor and reached behind to spread his ass for inspection from his inferiors. With that thought, he couldn’t stop his asshole from winking and his cock from getting absolutely rock hard in front of Blake and his friends.

    “That is indeed one hungry slut hole.” Josh heard Kirk say. He then felt a couple of fingers playing with his asshole, then roughly pushing in, fucking him, and sometimes stretching his hole.

    “Tell me, cunt. Did you ever imagine me fucking you?” Blake said with a slap on Josh’s ass.

    “Yes!”

    “Really? When?” Another spank.

    “Whenever you somehow got to beat me up when we wrestle. Well, I wanted you to beat me up so I went easy on you.” Josh and Blake were members of a wrestling club at the university and they often had matches against each other. Often, Blake would end up on the losing side at the end.

    “Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone? Showing them what a hungry pussy you have?” Blake and several other guys were fingerfucking Josh in earnest making the Korean man writhe in pleasure.

    “Please!”

    “Be careful with what you wish for cunt! I might just do it! I’m going to destroy you, wreck your cunt, and your image as an alpha. I’ll make you shit my cum in front of everyone after I beat you on the ring!”

    “You need to beat me first!” Josh said forgetting his predicament for a second. He was shrieking when Blake pulled his balls and turned him over so he now laid on his back to Blake smiling cruelly.

    “I don’t need to. You’re going to give me what I want. I am going to fuck you before the match. You’re going to let me beat you up. You’re going to let me wreck your balls. You’re going to let me stinkface you. You’re going to let me strip you and stretch you in front of everyone. Then you’re going to let me put your head inside my trunk, face to cock, before I’ll piledrive you. Then I’ll tell you to shit my cum. Then I’ll tie you on the ropes, and add a new load inside. Then I’ll whore you out to the rest of the team.”

    Josh looked at Blake’s determined face. He knew it was no longer a question of whether he would let Blake do that or not, it was when Blake would make him do that. Not only that, if Blake had the match recorded and told him to upload the recording himself, Josh would do it.

    Blake pulled out his hard cock, “Pull your legs, cunt. And I want that eyes on me all the time. I want you to see me claiming my well-deserved victory after I generously gave it up to you on the ring so many times. I am going to show you your place now, cunt. Watch closely.”

    Josh did watch closely as Blake rammed his cock up his ass, and as the others rammed their cocks up his newly minted cunt. Josh was passed around to many freshmen, sophomores, and his frat members that night, and not once to Ty.

    Josh was a changed man who can’t live without cocks, but he didn’t show that whenever he was with Nick or at the frat house, as per Ty’s instructions. He did, however, sneak some members’ cocks up his cunt whenever he got the chance. He still had his girlfriend, but everyone in Ty’s group knew his girlfriend belong to Blake and Kirk. It wasn’t rare for Josh to clean up both of their cocks after they double penetrated his girlfriend’s pussy. They said it was to make sure Josh stayed loyal to Ty’s cock, despite never tasting it, so they stretched his girlfriend’s pussy so much it could no longer feel Josh’s cock. Not that Josh ever fucked his girlfriend. You see, Josh’s girlfriend and Nick’s girlfriend were best friends, and both are sluts. So why would she stay as Josh’s girlfriend? Josh didn’t know either until she revealed, in one of Ty’s parties while getting railed, that she stayed as Josh’s girlfriend since it was a perfect cover for her and Nick to fuck on the side hidden from Nick’s girlfriend. Blake and Kirk did seem fucking Josh’s girlfriend extra hard that night.

    There was still one more member of Nick’s closest friends, but Ty wasn’t worried about Carlos at all. He knew the guy was an opportunist instead of a loyalist just like his father, the vice dean of the academic affair, Damian Guerra, who kiss Marcus’s asshole in front of everyone, literally, on Marcus’s inauguration day as the new dean. Carlos’s dad was a muscular hairy hunk Latino man married to the other vice dean of the university, William White, a much smaller nerdish looking English man with a blonde bang covering his blue eyes under those glasses. William was hairy, but the husband kept himself well-shaved especially around the pussy for Damian, as Damian himself said when Marcus prompted about William in front of the media. It wasn’t weird for a man to marry another man in mage society. Though male pregnancy hadn’t been found, yet, the notion of the selective bloodline was pretty much an important subject. Being gay could also simply mean preserving the bloodline, and it even said the practice of surrogacy was popular amongst the mages before anywhere else. Damian managed to snatch a fairly well-bred surrogate mother for Carlos.

    The marriage wasn’t for love, however, it was a dynastic rivalry between the two small but old dynasties, Guerra and White. They weren’t a huge or famous family at all, but they did have some influence in business producing magic books and tools for society. The war was ended with the Guerra being driven to bankruptcy, then at the last minute Damian, the sole heir of the Guerra, begged Harald White, the dynastic head of the White, for his sole heir’s hand in marriage, William’s hand who Harald trusted with the family business. Harald was, of course, laughed it off and mocked the man. Damian, however, lowered himself so much by saying he didn’t care about his family and didn’t want to starve and appeal to Harald’s arrogancy by saying that marrying William to him, would mean Harald totally beat the Guerra as he could make sure Damian would never be able to produce an heir, severing the Guerra bloodline. Harald was intrigued, so much so that he accepted Damian’s offer. Damian, however, would not change his name to White, as Harald didn’t want the low man to even be considered as a White, and not even join their name. This way, the Guerra line would stop at Damian while his family would flourish through William. Or so he thought.

    Damian wasted no time kissing the reluctant William’s ass and then beating him into submission with his cock. William was so hooked on Damian that he literally revived the Guerra business within a few months and subtly drove his own family’s business to a cliff thanks to Harald entrusting William with everything the White had. William didn’t even ask his father’s counsel when Damian told him to get a vasectomy and changed his family name to Guerra under the threat of divorce. Then it was Harald’s time to kneel in front of the Guerra, having nothing in his name, in the new Guerra mansion as William was serving the Guerras tea in lingerie while carrying the newborn Carlos. The sexy and eloquent silver fox was sweet at the words even as he submit to the Guerra, doing his best to hold to the last bit of dignity he had. Of course, Damian stripped that dignity away by telling him to strip and show his body. Harald stood there posing in every way Damian wanted, then being offered a contract. Harald would get a vasectomy as well and he would be employed as a full-time tester for their product in Guerra’s Sexual Magic Tools department, testing all of the new sex toys and outfits produced 24/7. The last time Damian saw him, Harald was suspended in the air through magic devices as a tentacle machine wrecked his ass while his cock was rode by a figurine who kept changing appearance riding, wireless electric pins hooked on each nipple, a ventilator hooked on the mouth constantly pumping him with untested aphrodisiac, a headphone that amplify the sound of the employers degrading him, which sometimes Damian also used to send a live recording of him fucking with William or someone else, and a visor that showed Harald’s own body and condition while forcing him to be conscious about his state all the time, which Damian also used to show Harald how he fucked Harald’s only son or others.

    It was not a surprise for everyone when they saw the vice dean show his allegiance to Marcus right from the start even though Damian was one of Mark’s trusted peers. The two vice deans kissed Marcus’s asshole as symbolism for the transfer of power while Mark, the actual dean, was ass up on the ground beside them preparing to shoot his “fireworks”. Damian even volunteered to help the “firework cannon” by roughly spreading Mark’s ass to its limit and making sure the cameras captured the moment Mark’s asshole was about to shoot the fireworks. In the end, Damian pulled a handkerchief, a gift from Mark for Damian when he rose as Mark’s vice dean that Damian always showed to signify his relation with the prestigious council member, then shoved it right up Mark’s ass.

    They moved to the dean’s office and were seated on the sofa where they would have a live interview broadcast to the whole university. To be precise, Marcus and Damian sat on the sofa, William Guerra on Marcus’s lap, and Mark showed the camera his stuffed asshole on the coffee table. Marcus made his interest in William well-known, but Damian wasn’t jealous at all. If anything, he seemed to encourage Marcus to cuckold him live by saying William’s weak spots, which Marcus always confirmed right after. The interview would also turn into Marcus asking Damian about his sex life. When the conversation turned to William’s asshole, Damian himself lowered his husband’s khakis and showed the camera William’s pink hole side by side with Mark’s puffed one. Marcus quickly excused himself and William as he wanted to confirm the tightness of the hole. The broadcast continued with Damian bullshitting his way by saying promises, work ethics, better service, and other shits as his husband was loudly moaning praising Marcus’s cock, and berating Damian’s cock. When they were finished, William came carried by Marcus before being thrown on Damian’s lap. The shirt that he wore had lost all of its buttons so he had his chest filled with hickeys and his protruding nipples were open for the live broadcast. He also looked like he wet himself as his pants had a visible trail of liquid at the front, his hair was messy and his face was red and gloss. William was still breathless like he had been running miles. Marcus, on the other hand, was as neat as he was before, nothing changed. After a couple of boring academic conversations, Damian suddenly lifted William and showed the camera a small wet spot on the ass. Marcus told Damian to lower the pants, which he obeyed, showing William’s leaking ass as the man tried to keep his ass closed. Marcus suddenly took off his pants, then his underwear, and then stuff it into William while showing the camera his 10” glistening half-hard uncut black cock still leaking. Damian took the initiative to clean and polish it with his tie, which made Marcus pat him on the head like a dog. They ended the interview with a picture, of Marcus standing pantsless, Damian and William humping and kissing each of Marcus’s legs respectively, and Mark’s asshole just under Marcus’s cock.

    It was pretty clear whose Carlos’s dad swore his allegiance to since the first day, so Ty knew Damian wouldn’t let his son mess with him. It was pretty clear during the pledging. Once they were told to look for an item at midnight scattered around the town, naked, and wore the item back to the house. The loser would have to wear the item all week. If it was a piece of clothing, then it was all they got to wear to classes. The item was different for each pledge and they would be overseen by a house member. Nick entrusted Ty to Carlos while Lip to someone else. That someone else was also a member of Ty’s house so he didn’t say anything when Ty told him to scram. Carlos also didn’t say anything, but Nick did tell him to take the challenge as hard as possible for Ty by misdirecting him, which he intended to do until Ty showed him a video of his parents swinging on Ty’s cock. In the end, the video showed his dad’s asshole leaking Ty’s cum as he said, “My son will do everything you said. Everything. I hope with this you know the Guerra’s were loyal to you, and not your dad.” Carlos knew his dad’s loyalty mean nothing at all, but when he said Carlos was to do anything Ty asked, his dad truly meant everything. So he spilled his guts about the items being a thong and a replica of Nick’s 7” cock and Nick’s plan to make him the loser so he had to wear it for a week. Ty then had Carlos made out with his asshole since he wanted to find out whose the better asskisser was between him and his dad, all while Lip sucked his cock. When they had retrieved the item and it was time to go back to the house, Ty did come back the last which made Nick smile wide. The smile disappeared when he saw Carlos was the one wearing nothing but a pink glittering thong which looked even sexier on his muscular caramel thighs covering quite a sizeable bulge. As they passed through the line of pledges, they could hear a vibrating sound coming from him, and once they got a good look at Carlos’s ass, they could see a long handle with “Nick’s cock” written on it. Nick whispered through gritted teeth asking him what happened, Carlos announced that he had lost a bet with Ty and would be the one taking the punishment from him. Nick was at a loss for words. The plan to humiliate Ty failed, and now he was getting teased by his friends for having his name written on the loud vibrating dildo inside Carlos’s ass.

    That wasn’t the only time Carlos saved Ty’s ass. Once they had to play soggy biscuit to decide who will spend their night as a pledge inside the dog house. Nick knew from a girl he fucked Ty loved to take his time before cumming, so he was confident Ty would be the loser in the game. Then Carlos decided to join in the fun which made Nick speechless. Carlos reasoned it by saying he also wanted to get back at Ty by having him eat his cum, which Nick approved of. Ty, of course, knew Carlos was trying to cover for him, but that only made him take his time even more. Carlos had to summon the willpower of a monk to hold his cum for 10 freaking minutes. Once Ty came, Carlos’s cock sprayed the biscuit like a firehose as he squealed like a pig inciting laughter from the pledges. Much to Nick’s dismay, Carlos had to eat the biscuit drenched in the pledges’ cum.

    Once Ty got bored with the pledging, he went back to his house, leaving Lip alone there with a duty to cast a transformation spell on Carlos to turn him into Ty when needed. Of course, as a gift, Lip would service Carlos in any way he wanted. Carlos quickly took his gift by officially moving Lip’s bed into his room, which Nick took as Carlos’s power move to humiliate Ty by taking Ty’s bitch. That allowed Lip to bypass all of the trials since a pledge who wanted to be the house bitch would be accepted immediately. Although Lip was technically Carlos’s bitch, once Carlos graduated or Carlos got demoted, Lip would be at the mercy of the house members, unless, of course, the president intervenes. Nick had never liked a man or a sloppy second, but the thought of railing Ty’s bitch and using him as his cumdump turned him on so much he came second after sticking his cock inside Lip’s sloppy ass. He even told Lip he could come to him if Carlos was too tired or stayed in his room as his cumdump. When he heard about this, Ty told Lip to take the offer and had him place cameras on every side of Nick’s room, including inside Nick’s toilet. Ty’s intuition never went wrong, he knew he could make money off the rich old pervs who wanted to see a recording of the private life of a young hotshot college stud including the shape of his asshole when he shit. He wasn’t wrong. Of course, the members of his house got access to these recordings including live broadcasting and they had a good laugh watching Nick flexing while complimenting himself in front of his mirror and watching Nick shitting just for the giggles.

    Using his string within Nick’s house, Ty had Nick take aphrodisiac as his diet whenever he was eating at home. As a result, Nick was getting extra frisky. He would fuck any hole available, even abandoning his duty, when he needed to oversee pledge trial for example. There was even a video that went viral soon after of Nick sneaking off the Student Union meeting to slamming his girlfriend hard in the boys’ bathroom before quickly going back to the meeting leaving her breathless and disoriented. He didn’t realize everything was caught on camera from below the stall, or that he forgot to close the door. The cameraman quickly went to Nick’s stall, filming Nick’s girlfriend with her breast exposed and her legs opened showing her overflowing cunt. After showing the girl’s student ID, the cameraman fucked Nick’s girlfriend and dump his loads inside her before running outside, running to a guy, a handsome lean brunette guy with a cocky smile and pretty blue eyes. The guy looked inside the stall and asked the cameraman if that was Nick’s girlfriend. The cameraman affirmed, and the second guy announced he was going to wreck Nick’s girlfriend’s cunt so much she would feel nothing when Nick fucked her.

    Nick couldn’t find the cameraman, but he did find the second guy. He was the baby brother of the baseball club president, a much more toned guy though not as handsome as his baby brother. They were in the same frat house as the baby brother was also joining the baseball club. Later that night, the video of Nick’s house, Alpha Phi Alpha, raiding the baseball team’s house, Kappa Sigma broadcasted live. Although APA had many rivaling houses, KS was the most vocal one. Despite all of this, Nick had never taken KS’s badmouthing seriously since the football team had always managed to bring home many trophies, which couldn’t be said the same for the baseball team. This was their first confrontation, and it was a slaughter. The house was small, and there wasn’t anyone guarding the house as they were busy watching the recording of the president’s brother marking Nick’s girlfriend’s cunt with his piss. They have no time to react when APA members blasted them with a ball of violent kinetic energy, throwing them around. Those who still had the strength to stand back were quickly subdued by the much stronger APA. Within minutes, the camera showed the KS members being lined up all bruised and naked in their courtyard. Nick and the president faced off, and then Nick kneed him in the balls hard 10 times. Then he turned to the brother.

    “Tell you what. I’ll give you a choice,” Nick showed the brother his hand sparking with electricity, “It’s either your balls or your brother’s, you choose.”

    “My brother’s balls! Please! I am sorry! Ugh!”

    Nick kneed him in the balls as well, then turned to the president. “Well, what do you say, cunt? It seems your brother fucked you over.”

    The president trembled when he saw Nick’s electric hand, “Please! Please! No! It’s my brother! It’s not my fault! It’s my brother! You saw the video!” He babbled as he was turned over on all four facing the camera.

    “Yeah, I much rather hear you beg for mercy, cunt!” He said as he crushed the KS president’s big balls making the president scream for mercy.

    “I can’t hear you! Squeal, pig! Squeal!” Nick crushed the balls harder as he used his other hand to pull the president’s nostril up making him look like a pig as he squeal. Not long after, the squeal quickly turned into a moan which made the camera quickly dive under him and captured the president’s 4” cock hosing the grass under him with his cum. “Fucking perv! Did I fucking tell you to cum!?” Nick let go of the balls and kick them hard.

    Nick got a good look at the president’s tight hole. He usually had no interest in assholes, but somehow, seeing the tight pink hole and the thought of subduing the president of a house with his cock made the hole look tasty for his cock. Nick ripped his jeans showing his hard 8” cut cock then spit on it. He flexed in front of the terrified KS president as he tugged on his cock. Then the KS president’s eyes looked like it was about to burst out of their sockets when he saw the cock sparked with electricity.

    As Nick teased his cock head on the opening of the tight hole, looking at the terrified president’s face, he said, “You’d hope your brother screwed you regularly. When I am done with you, you won’t feel a thing when your baby brother sticks his cock in you!” He said slamming his entire length inside KS President’s asshole.

    The KS President’s eyes rolled up as his mouth howled. When an APA frat member came, pulling his nose upwards like a pig, the KS President squealed without even needing an order. The camera captured how the cock that went soft after cumming, sparked to full hard within a second Nick’s cock slammed home.

    This was Nick’s secret. Once he found out a little bit of electricity in the cock made his girls scream harder, he had been doing it ever since. Once he had been spending time inside Lip’s ass, he also found out the electricity in his cock always pulling him to a specific spot, which Lip later explained as his prostate. With the KS President, Nick increased the voltage of his cock as it drove its entire length straight on the prostate.

    “Oh, I am only starting.” He said when Nick’s whole body sparked with lightning. The KS President moaned on top of his long as the cameraman noted his cock now pissing cum. Nick then ordered the KS members to line up for a shower.

    “You better don’t stop cumming or this will be the last time you cum.” He whispered as Nick pulled KS President up by the legs with his cock still sparking inside the ass.

    The president didn’t stop cumming until every member of his frat had been thoroughly showered in his cum. His brother was saved for the last, and Nick made him drink his brother’s cum. He then ordered the brother to kneel with his ass up opening his asshole while Nick practiced target shooting using the President’s cock. He finished up by breeding him in front of all of the KS members.

    As they had a game the next day, Nick quickly wrapped things up, quite literally. When they entered the stadium the next day, each footballer carried a tied-up naked body like a turkey with a baseball bat deep inside the ass and the handle had the small APA’s flag tied to them. Then, they carried them over their head giving a clear view to the audience as they told the tied body to smile. Those who had also attended baseballs game would recognize those gagged faces, red from humiliation as the veins in their neck bulged from trying to scream. After that, all of the members were returned with a condition, that they’ll keep paying for the one day they got to use the campus gymnasium for practice, but the football team would be the one using it. Everyone except the president and his brother now become target practice for paintball snipers in the APA house, and Nick made sure to shoot both of their balls every morning from his bedroom. Besides target practice, they’ve also become outdoor toilets and fleshlights. He even allowed the pledges to use them. Nick then stationed Carlos as their acting president whose duty was to make sure the KS paid for APA’s expenses. He also had all of the membered tattoed APA’S BITCH on their chest. After the ordeal, Nick’s name became well-known not only to the campus but also to other campuses. He still broke up with his girlfriend.

    Ty further deepened his influence on Nick, which made it easier since Lip had been Nick’s regular cumdump, far more regular than before at least. Nothing serious, just making Nick scream and squeal extra hard in the video he needed to make to get the milk, fucking his sock wet with the milk, fucking a hole in a pumpkin filled with the milk, and when Ty got Nick to “feed his lower mouth” with milk then had him pulled his legs behind his head, and watched as the president of the student union squirted the milk out while his tongue trying to catch it, Ty knew the president was ready.

    The president’s resentment for Ty, however, was only deepened. He always found a way to punish Ty, he had every member spend a minute spanking his ass, then he had him wear Nick’s sweaty brief on his head for a day, had him eat dog food, had him carry a beer bottle with his ass then forced him to drink it straight from the bottle with lips sucking the bottle’s mouth. He thought he was winning over Ty only to find out, after he pissed inside Ty’s ass thinking he had popped his cherry, that it was Carlos all along saying he lost a bet, again. Nick always fashioned himself as a loyal person, so he had no thought of questioning Carlos’s side.

    It was at the end of the rush week when Nick, the president, started their acceptance party by announcing who got accepted into their fraternity. They were told to line up in a specific order outside the house, naked. Ty was ordered to stand right in front of Nick as he gave an announcement. Everyone watched as everyone around Ty got accepted leaving only him in the front rows.

    “That’s it. Congrats to our new fraters. The rest of you wimps can fuck off.” Nick said looking directly at Ty.

    “You sure you aren’t going to accept me?” Ty challenged cockily.

    Nick turned to him with a nasty smirk, “Yeah, I am sure. What are you going to do about it? Go and cry to your daddy? Kissing his ass and asking for a new house?” Everyone laughed, “Listen, kid, fuck off.”

    “Yeah? What if I said I want to challenge you? Beer pong, if I win, I decide who go in, if I lose, I’ll give you my house and everything inside, including Lip ’cause everyone knows you’ve been sniffing his ass like a dog in heat.”

    Nick wasn’t prepared for this standoff, but his surprise turned into a cocky smile, “What’s make you think he wasn’t mine, already?”

    Ty gave Nick an equally confident smile as he whipped out his cock and swung it around, “What are you waiting for, dog? C’mon, get your big and better bone.”

    The dog in question went on all four as he crawled towards Ty’s cock and then sucked it.

    “Yeah, you think you win? I think it’s pretty clear who has the better cock!” If he was ordered to choose who’s the better fucker, Lip would choose Nick. But it wasn’t about that at all, it was about power, and Nick knew nothing about it. The whole humiliation of KS, no matter how much Nick refused to admit it, was Ty’s idea.

    “You all bark and no bite. Protector of the students my ass, you’ll be kissing my dad’s stinking asshole in no time.” Ty said, adding more salt to Nick’s wounded confidence.

    Nick grabbed Ty’s smaller frame by the neck, “Your house, your bitches, including Mark and his wife, and your asshole. I’m going to rip your cunt open on our house flagpole every Monday and you’ll bet your ass everyone will use it every other time including the housebitches. I hope you’re not going to cunt away now.” Nick offered his hand.

    “Deal.” Ty showed him a devious smile, showing no fear whatsoever. The weird thing was Ty didn’t even make a counteroffer to up his deal.

    Suddenly, Nick could feel his body wanted to tremble. Nick was so afraid he started to piss himself in front of everyone including the failed fraters. Weirdly, it made him harder and he took off his pants. He beat his meat in front of everyone while drinking the delicious mother’s milk as they cheered him calling him Momma’s boy, or at least that’s what appeared on Nick’s mind before he shrugged it off.

    His eyes looked at Ty menacingly and smirked, “If that’s all you got, you better think of some other way cunt. That doesn’t work for me. The evokers are trained to be mentally fortified as well for our spells, aren’t like your useless cunty spells. What are you going to do on the battlefield? Making your opponent cum? What a fucking joke.”

    Everyone laughed as he quickly turned away from Ty, straight to the bathroom. He wasn’t even managed to undo his pants when his cock burst like a fucking hose. Somehow, Ty’s assault didn’t disappear when he repelled the magic like he used to train. Was he that strong? He couldn’t be. Nick did imagine the milk so that must be the case. The milk stock was empty because some prick decided to buy a fucking celebration for a new slave so Nick was deprived of it for almost a week. He needed the milk or Ty might get the upper hand again. In desperation, Nick turned toward his secret stash, an empty pocket dimension made by his faithful Arcanist Josh, and pulled out an empty bottle container for the milk. He pushed his mouth into the bottle as far as he could, licking the glass trying to get the faint taste of the milk. It wasn’t enough, all it did was make Nick’s cock harder. When Josh knocked on the door saying everything was prepared, Nick told him to go. He composed himself as best as he could and changed his clothes. When he went downstairs, he saw the fraters were split into two groups, one siding with Ty, and one on the opposite waiting for him. All holding a cup of beer, whiskey, or whatever they thought it was. Only Ty’s group knew they were drinking Ty’s piss, and had been drinking it for months at every party held. They showed no hesitation in drinking Ty’s piss, Blake even tried to get some fresh from the tap beforehand.

    As he made his way to the table he realized the cups were filled with beer but a white liquid instead. “What’s this Josh?”

    Instead of Josh, Ty answered, “I heard some of you like it, one in particular worship it, so I give you the latest batch of the hot shit, Momma’s milkers milked straight from Lip’s mother’s tits.”

    Nick looked at Ty quizzically, “But it was,” he stopped himself from revealing his secret fetish, then he realized the last part of Ty’s sentence as he looked at Ty shocked as the kid’s smile got wider.

    “Yeah, I’m the owner of Momma’s milker.”

    And then suddenly, Nick was on top of the flagpole suspended in the air with Josh’s magic mechanism pissing as he impaled himself on the pole as the sun rose. Then he was pulled back to Ty’s black eyes. His cock was about to burst again even though he just pissed himself earlier. That was when he realized he never repelled Ty’s magic. Ty was the one who stopped him from pissing himself in the courtyard and now as well. His blue eyes flickered in fear as his body went pale. Ty’s control over his body was so strong he couldn’t even piss himself even though he was scared shitless right now.

    Nick was pulled into another illusion, of him fucking himself on Ty’s cock on the student union round table they used for meeting in front of cameras. He heard two other moans on his sides and noticed his new girlfriend and his affair were riding omega’s cocks. He was pulled back to reality, and then he realized both his and Josh’s girlfriend was at Ty’s side. They smiled like a slut before being hoisted from behind by the legs spread apart as they showed Nick’s group cum leaking out of their pussy. Blake and Kirk let their dick out and swung it at Nick’s and Josh’s girlfriend’s pussy respectively shouting, “That’s my cum in there.”

    “Shit! Thank god I didn’t have a girlfriend.” Carlos quickly shut his mouth.

    Suddenly, Nick was pulled into a scene again where the two omegas made an Eiffel tower as they spit roast him. Then he was suddenly thrown lying on someone’s body as Blake approached him while smiling widely. When he noticed a nudge on his stuffed hole, he knew what Blake was about to do. He heard himself begging for mercy as the cock pushed in, then he was back to a smiling Ty.

    Ty threw him the ball, “You go first.”

    He would have quipped back at him if he didn’t know that man literally had him by the balls. As he was throwing the first ball, his ass suddenly spasmed as if a drill had gone inside him and sucked itself like it was so hungry it tried to eat itself. As the result, the ball dropped onto the table as his hands grabbed his own ass.

    “What’s wrong?” Carlos asked.

    “You didn’t feel anything?” Nick asked, referring to the magic wards they prepared in case somebody was cheating using magic.

    “No, it doesn’t trigger. Why? Do you think he’s using magic? Should I call this off?”

    Nick wanted to. He knew it was the best thing to do. But his pride got the best of him, he was the president of the house and the university. How could he back away from a challenge he already accepted in his own home?

    “No. Nevermind.”

    When he turned back, composing himself, he saw Ty still smirking at him. He knew Ty wasn’t playing fair, so he started running his brain to cheat him as well. Of course, the gear stopped turning when Ty’s ball dropped into his cup, and he saw the milk. His hand could have never been faster as he reached the cup and chugged the content down. As he drank, he felt a shot of electricity jolting through his dick. The milk was different. It was far more creamy and there were these small bumps that taste so good. Although it was smellier, somehow the smell made it taste better like it was pleasuring two of Nick’s senses at the same time. It was so pleasant that Nick had to hold his hips from humping in front of everyone. As he dropped the cup, he watched Ty’s smile grow wider.

    “Taste better, right? I added something special just for this occasion.”

    Nick was suddenly thrown into someone’s bedroom, a huge one, and it didn’t need long for him to figure out whose bedroom was. On a huge king-sized bed, Nick could clearly see Ty was fucking Lip piledriver. Lip then changed into Lip’s dad, Mark, then to Lip’s mom, Nick’s girlfriend, Josh’s girlfriend, even Blake and Kirk, and many other faces, some of which he knew were the lower rank members of his frat. Then all of them, one by one, emptied Ty’s cum churned inside them and stored it in them a huge tank. Nick knew those were the secret ingredient.

    Nick thought he was about to throw up, but instead, his stomach growled in hunger. He was starving, no, he was famished. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling right now.

    “C’mon, what are you waiting for, Mr. President? Throw the fucking ball.”

    Nick threw again, and although he had braced himself for the sensation in his ass, he still dropped the ball flat. Everyone laughed again. This time, as if there was any doubt, everyone knew Ty got his way again. So they stayed to watch as the mighty Nick fell from his grace.

    When the second ball went into his cup, Nick thought he wouldn’t be able to drink the content, but once his eyes saw it again, he seemed to lose his mind as he drank it like a wild animal. The pleasure on his cock was stronger than the last one he swore he could feel it inside his cock he began giving a small hump at the end.

    By the third ball, he felt the pleasure reach through his prostate and he no longer cared. He grunted like a pig as he drank the cum-filled cup and openly gyrated his crotch on the table as a wet spot spread on it. Once he finished, Ty told him to drink the rest of the cups, and Nick didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t care that behind him, a huge screen was magically conjured showing all of his masturbating tapes while drinking the milk. He didn’t even care when Blake and Kirk ripped his pants, carried him by each leg, and hosed the guest with his cumming cock. When the cups were all empty, Nick leaped right in front of Ty and begged on his knees for more milk.

    “Milk my ass!” He slapped Nick on the face, “You know what it is, c’mon, say it properly.”

    Nick hesitated.

    “Stop wasting my time cunt, I am going to cut you off from now on.”

    “No! No! Please! I beg you! I’ll let you join the house! You can be the alpha! No, you can be the president! Please, just give me more!” Nick said as he held Ty’s feet.

    “Give you what, cunt?”

    “Cum.” He whispered.

    “I can’t hear you!”

    “CUM! Please give me your cum! Please!” Nick shouted at top of his lungs, he no longer cared where he was or the eyes that sneered at him. Although, He was surprised when Ty suddenly pulled out his huge black cock.

    “What? You don’t expect to get it for free, do you?”

    “I-I can pay you, Don’t worry.”

    Ty scoffed as he slapped Nick’s face with his meat slab. “I don’t need your money, you fucking scholarship student. If you want my cum, you need to work for it.” Ty let his black cock stay on Nick’s face, covering half of his white face. “I’ll let you know if you refuse, I won’t even let you taste the fucking milk anymore.”

    “Fine! I’ll accept! Let’s go to my room.” Nick was about to stand up when Ty pushed his head back down and gave him a loud cock-smack.

    “Suck me, right here, right now. Say another word, and the deal is off.”

    Nick got a few more cock-slapped on his face before the cock head finally knocked on his lips.

    “Open up, baby. Let Daddy feed you some milk.”

    He should have punched him in the face, and incinerated him after, but instead, he opened his mouth slowly. Something he instantly regretted as Ty quickly stuffed him full of cock.

    “Breathe in through your nose.” He followed Ty’s advice and breathe in the smell of Ty’s pubes. He also noticed the guests all had their phones pointed at him, he even saw Josh’s magical drones flying around. He swore he was going to beat the shit out of that traitor when he got the chance.

    Then he felt something hot streaming down his throat. At first, he thought it was cum, but when he looked up and saw Ty, he suddenly saw a vision again. This time, he was in a small stinky room that smelled like piss. He couldn’t move his head as it was held by something, and could only look up. Then Ty entered the room and pissed on his face, when he was done, another came in, and then another, and then he was back.

    “Spill any, and the deal is off, Momma boy.” Nick felt Ty retract the still-streaming cock until the head remained.

    If Nick still had any doubt about the vision Ty showed him, he no longer had those as more and more pissed filled his mouth. When he could no longer hold more, yet Ty hadn’t stopped pissing, Nick had no choice but to drink the piss. It was foul, but the thought of the milk and Ty’s cum carried him on. Then, Ty suddenly pulled out and quickly stuffed the still pissing slit into Nick’s unsuspecting nostril. Nick pulled away in shock, which resulted in the piss spraying his face, but Ty pulled him back while laughing Everyone, too, laughed at Nick’s struggling face. Once Ty let him go, Nick was coughing uncontrollably. He couldn’t rest for long since Blake and Kirk once again manhandled him into bending over the table.

    “Wait, what are you doing? It wasn’t part of the deal.”

    “The deal was, I fed you milk. I didn’t say which mouth I’ll feed you through.”

    Nick was starting to thrash around when he felt Ty’s cock head nudge his hole. Even with Blake and Kirk, they still couldn’t hold Nick down. Then Ty bashed Nick’s head to the table and pulled it up facing the widescreen showing him with both feet over his shoulders, his hole was gaping as he fed it with a bottle of milk.

    “How’s it taste?” Someone on the screen asked.

    “Amazing.” Nick heard him on the tape answer.

    “Do you believe me now?”

    “Yeah.” He heard himself answer as well.

    Once he felt Nick’s ass soften, Ty wasted no time pummeling his way through. Nick was screaming so much he didn’t care hands began turning his face around to face the cameras. One lucky camera managed to capture the change in Nick’s expression as he gasped when he felt Ty’s cock touch something inside his ass.

    Ty quickly pulled his cock until the head remained, and just as quick, rammed it back down. When Ty jackhammered his entire length into Nick’s ass, the president could only let stuttered moans as his eyes rolled back.

    He didn’t care when everyone began taking pictures with his fucked face. Or the fact that the screen had changed from showing his jerked-off tape into his shitting tape. Or when everyone laughed when the sound of his fart and his cuss after a huge log of shit filled the entire room. But when Ty told him to smile, he did. When Ty told him to pose, he made a peace sign, which Ty changed into an “O” while Ty held his middle finger. Ty later had one of the pictures tattoed on Nick’s left pec, it was the one where there were only two of them in the frame with Nick sticking his tongue out drooling with both eyes rolled up while holding his “O” and Ty sticking his tongue out as well while giving a winning smile while his middle finger went through Nick’s “O” and into Nick’s nose. As if on cue or probably Ty made sure all of his length impaled Nick’s prostate, he came and his cum got caught as it was blasting off.

    Once he was near, Ty literary pound the fuck out of Nick like he was trying to turn the man’s ass inside out. He slammed the ass so hard Nick could feel his feet were off the ground a few times.

    When Nick felt heat spread in his ass, he knew Ty had cum. The heat soon replaced with a surge of electricity that pleasured his prostate. As if his ass had a tongue, he swore he could taste the cum in his ass, and it taste heavenly. Even better than the milk. So much better he came for the second time.

    Nick’s mind was out of the earth, but he kept smiling while letting out satisfied soft moans. Once he was back, he realized he was now rolled ass up facing Blake with his phone at him. Ty was behind holding him in place. Then Nick was forced to make an “Ok” sign over his stuffed and puffed hole, and after, Ty hooked his middle finger on it.

    “Smile, cunt. And push the cums out when he says cheese.”

    It was such a waste to push the cums out, but when Blake gave the cue, Nick pushed out hard he basically farted the cum. Nick did give the camera his best smile though, those charming smiles gave those girls he wanted to hook for the night. The smile was almost perfect if he wasn’t trying to hold the pain from pushing out the cum. Ty, on the other hand, was perfect. He had his naughty smile with his tongue out as he used one of his hands to hook Nick’s “O” sign to make a fucking sign while his other hand cupped Nick’s hole but parted his middle finger and forefinger so the camera could still capture Nick’s ruined hole as it let out a thick bubbly stream of cums. Ty had that picture tattooed on Nick’s right pec.

    “Guys, you can fuck anyone who sided with this bitch.” Ty said pointing at Nick’s group of losers, all hunks and could throw flame balls at them, but losers nonetheless.

    “Wait, we didn’t agree to this!” Said one of them.

    “You think you had any choice? Why don’t we start with you then?”

    “Fuck no, I wo—”

    The guy didn’t even finish his sentence when he felt his body turning around on its own, ripping the back of his pants, and spreading his cheeks open. He swore and kept swearing even after one of the house bitch mounted him, so another house bitch stuffed his cock into the mouth as well.

    After that, Ty let Nick go as Blake came and fed Nick Ty’s cums. Nick accepted compliantly even when Blake dug his ass roughly for more cums to feed him. Once his ass run out of the cum, Blake fed him his girlfriend’s cunt which had been filled with more cums, then Josh’s girlfriend, and then Josh’s freshly fucked sloppy cunt. Then he was fucked side by side with Josh and being swapped around between Blake and Kirk while everyone gathered around them. They made both of them do all sorts of humiliating things, like riding the cock, kissing each other, or eating each other sloppy cunt.

    Carlos gulped his own spit when he saw Ty approach him with his glistening black cock hanging out.

    “Clean it out,” Ty said when he was in front of Carlos.

    Carlos wasn’t a dumb man. He knew Ty didn’t mean with a tissue. He had seen his dad make that mistake when Marcus fucked William in their house. His dad got thoroughly cock-slapped until Marcus hard again and coated his dad’s face with pre then fucked William again, then when he was done, he stuffed his cock into his dad’s mouth.

    This time, Carlos quickly kneeled, then slowly brought the cock to his mouth. When his tongue touch the wet head, he thought he’d puke. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste that bad. Sure, it wasn’t as heavenly as William made it sound, but it’s not that horrible. Carlos ended up suckling the head until Ty pulled it out.

    “Have you taken anything in the ass yet?”

    “No, but—”

    “But you’re grateful I’m your first man right?” Ty grabbed Carlos’s back neck.

    Carlos gulped again, but said, “Y-yeah, man. Totally. I am honored.”

    “Heh, you know how to sweet-talk just like your dad. I wonder if your ass will just be as tight.”

    Carlos ended up in Nick’s room his cock deep in Lip, while his ass was pummeled by Ty’s cock. Although it looked like Carlos moved his hips to fuck Lips, in actuality, it was Ty who did all of the heavy lifting. He was fucking the cums out of both of them at the same time, even Carlos who was known hard to cum was milked like a cow as Ty’s cock massaged his prostate with his entire length. By morning, Carlos and Lip were slick with cums inside out.

    The next day, Nick realized the vision Ty showed him wasn’t just a tool for him to win the game, it was a promise. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was in front of a flagpole, just not his frathouse’s flagpole, it was the university flagpole in front of the main gate and on the main way into the university ground. People coming from their dorms would have to pass the flagpole as well. Blake pulled his head up to see the tip of the pole.

    “Yeah, that’s where you’ll spend the rest of your college life until Ty graduates, and then at the house, you’ll spend in on the tip of our meatpoles.” Then Blake turned him around facing Ty who smirked at him. Behind Ty were the rest of Ty’s house members, and then some of his house members, and besides them, on their own line, the rest of his house members, the ones who were loyal to Nick, fucking themselves on a dildo, he could also see their bodies were all had something written on them, like a drawing of a cock or “free highway”.

    When Blake clicked a red button on his remote, Nick could feel his legs being pulled upwards. His body rose slowly up the flagpole facing the crowd showing his asshole. That’s when he noticed something was attached to his asshole. A banner that said, “The Student Union President Says Hello!”. He could also see translucent screens appearing around the pole broadcasting his full body. All of them were saluting him like soldiers as he ascended. He could see traffic start to flood in as well. Some of the cars and students stopped to see him.

    When he arrived at the tip, he thought the invisible device would slowly plant the pole inside him, but instead, it impaled him hard on the hard pole making him howl. All of which were broadcasted on the screens. He began to cry, but he heard a voice inside his head, telling him it was but a start to his descent.

    Nick remained the president of the frat house, only, the new members now were screened by Ty instead. His duty was changed as well, to be only a ceremonial president. The only ceremony he’d be doing was taking cocks up his ass.

    Ty also took the KS as his puppet frat house as well since those baseballers do be having juicy asses. As a gift for their loyalty, during every game they had, Nick would be present to cheer them up as a cheerleader on his own special stage with his own special huge ass monitor. Nick didn’t need to practice any cheerleading moves, however, as he only stood watching baseball players do all the work. How, you might wonder. Well, Josh had enchanted every ball used in the game with a device that connect it to Nick’s balls. So whenever the bat hit the ball, Nick was also hit in his balls. Whenever the ball was clutched, Nick’s balls were also crushed. This made the baseball players more focused to hit the balls accurately and hard as well as clutching the ball as hard as they can. This method did improve the team’s play and it could be seen by their increasing numbers of trophies and celebratory pictures. All of the pictures had similar poses, the baseballs player all naked smiling proudly with their chest puffed out as the tattoo “APA’S BITCH” was written clearly on every single one of them, and now, they also had their pubic hair replaced with Ty’s bitch tattoo. In the center, they suspended Nick by his legs spread open while he carried the trophy and a baseball bat implanted in his ass. Then in the next picture, they’d turned Nick upside down while the man spread his cheeks open, and everyone stuck their middle finger in Nick’s ass, which prompted a new tradition of tattooing their name on the back of their hand.

    Josh? He began streaming his own nudes for pay. At first, it was only masturbating and self-play, but then it escalated into inviting fans into making a video together if they were willing to pay, the price depended on what they wanted to do on the video. Most of them were either nerds or old farts. If they did well, and they knew it, they could persuade Josh into making a second video, or even a third and more, for free. Some of them managed to persuade Josh into doing a stream where they fucked him live, then it became a regular thing. Then Josh was convinced to come to one of the parties for one of his streams. He wasn’t convinced at first because first, all of them were a bunch of nerds and he didn’t want to end up in a tabletop RP games party, and second, he didn’t know if the party was a streaming material and these people were not mages. Since the one who invited him was one of his regulars he accepted with a promise the party would be hot and his stream would be a hit. Only Josh couldn’t remember the guy had only tipped him once and subscribed at the lowest tier, and yet the guy somehow always managed to get free sex tapes and free sex steams. He wasn’t lying though, the party which consisted of 5 nerds with varying weights and sizes of glasses, was a hit even when the stream lasted for a week. He wasn’t planning to stay that long. However, Josh was drugged and thoroughly fucked the entire week, so he basically had no say. In the next morning and mornings after, he would give all of them morning blowjobs totally conscious. Then he would suck them for breakfast as they fed him through their cocks. Then they would play a game while he serviced them. If it was online he would crawl around under their desk to suck their cocks. If they were playing against each other, then he’d be the prize. He was fed lunch and dinner the same way he was fed breakfast. Sometimes some of them would get tired any time of the day and they’d instead cuddle with Josh before fucked him. At night, they managed to persuade Josh into their RP sessions at first as an NPC slut who they needed to get information from or an enemy they would fuck after defeating or while fighting. Then they managed to convince him to be part of the players. In one game, they played this dating RP where he played as the hottest guy in school while everyone trying to get into his pants. Each of them had their own quirks as well, once was his childhood best friend who loved to stick his cock into Josh’s character for “practice”, and the other was a stalker. There were also the flying colors students who were a pervert, which was close to the person who played it, or a hunk of a guy with no fat and only muscle, which was the opposite of the player. Then in a fantasy RP, he played a bard who was the party’s bitch and they basically sold his ass whenever they got the chance. After all of that, he would be gangbanged until he was asleep. This kind of stream had become Josh’s regular as well, for enough price of course.

    Carlos was the only one who didn’t turn completely into a slut. Completely was the keyword. He was entrusted with managing both APA and KS as well as Student Union. His job was mainly to collect holes for Ty’s main house while keeping the houses in order. Of course, when Ty wanted a taste of that Latino brownie or just wanted to motorboat that massive chocolate mounds, Carlos would be there to provide. He didn’t know if he had been mind fucked by Ty’s piss or not, but since he had seen his dad also drink both Ty and Marcus’s piss at once, he knew it was okay when he unloaded the tank filled with main house monthly piss into the frat house. If it could improve the baseball team, it would definitely make his house members join the professional team.


    I know, I know, I said it was going to be a short and “free-time” series that I won’t be spending too much time on, but… once I write this, I just can’t stop and I don’t want to stop lol. So that is why this chapter is quite long, longer than I expected at least. And I also have to redo some of the parts because I just didn’t feel like it quite capture the “college” experience, I hope I make it better this time. But don’t worry, it won’t be the last college chapter cause the next chapter will focus on Lip. Anyway, I hope you’ll like this chapter!

  • Fucking Ian, then Fucked by his Brother

    I first saw Brian at my local pool a few months before the experience I’m about to describe to you. It was just before closing time and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian and one of the lifeguards headed in to the change rooms. My gaydar isn’t very good, but something told me the two young men were about to do some naughty things in there.

    Sounded like something I would be interested in.

    In the showers I found Brian being blown by the lifeguard in the last shower stall. They invited me to join and while the lifeguard blew us both, Brian and I made out and fingered each other. I wrote about that experience on my blog which you can find if you are interested.

    It was a one off and hasn’t happened again. I see the lifeguard at the pool but haven’t seen Brian since. Don’t worry, I did remember him, twenty-two years old, smooth swimmers build, tall and not an ounce of fat on his body. I never got his name though.

    Fast forward to last weekend. Some friends of mine invited me down to the Gold Coast for the weekend. Older couple that are friends. They have a couple of units down there that they wanted to check on and their son was competing in the Surf Life Saving National Championships. Sounded like an excuse to get out of town and I hadn’t been down to the Gold Coast in ages.

    Saturday morning we cruise down to the coast, my friends give me the run of one of their units (they stay in another one right next door).

    We spend the day hanging out, watching a little bit of the Life Saving competition and start drinking beers back at the apartment complex around 3pm. My friends are hosting a BBQ and their sons will be joining us. I’ve already been told that their older son Ian is gay and lives down the Gold Coast and their younger son Brian is competing and the finals are on Sunday morning.

    Around 5pm Ian arrives and he is pretty cute and not too outwardly gay (I probably wouldn’t have known unless I had been told). Half an hour later, the younger son arrives and I recognize him straight away. It is Brian. I am introduced to Brian who, from his eyes, recognizes me but we both pretend we are strangers meeting for the first time. I am also introduced to Brian’s long term girlfriend, who is just as hot as he is. Seriously, they could be in underwear commercials.

    We all have a great night, some other people join us. Brian and his girlfriend left first, they both were competing the next morning but the rest of us hung out until the wee hours of the morning.

    The next day we all went down and watched Brian and his girlfriend in their competitions, holy cow there were some amazing bodies and a lot of guys in speedos (including Brian). Things wrapped up around midday and the gay brother, Ian, invited me to come around for a pool party at his place. My friends were going out to see some friends so sounded like a great way to spend the afternoon. Ian walked me the two blocks from the unit to his rental house and on the way he told me that he is gay and some of his gay mates would be at the party, just making sure I was OK with it. I told him I was OK with it but I didn’t want to tell him about my gay tendencies just yet (his parents have no idea).

    Ian’s house was like a uni students house, I think there were four blokes living there and it was very cool. There was some cricket on the TV which was out in the pool area.

    After playing some back yard cricket (with a beer in hand most of the time) we headed to the pool. Being the Aussie Speedo Guy, I had speedos on under my dork shorts but since I was a guest, I waited to see what the speedo tolerance level was.

    I was pleasantly surprised that most of the guys were speedo’ing it up. So I dropped my dork shorts revealing my new Addicted speedos which I have been loving lately (I’ve shared a bunch of my speedo selfies on my blog and social media).

    It was these speedos that gave my identity away. Walking out of the bathroom Ian blocked me in the hallway and asked me if I was Aussie Speedo Guy. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I didn’t really have a way out of this conversation so I admitted that yes, I am. I asked Ian not to share that with anyone, particularly his parents.

    Ian said he was fine to keep my secret, on the condition that I fucked him.

    Guess that is what I had to do. He reached out and with two fingers grabbed one of the drawstrings of my speedos, he then lead me to his bedroom and closed the door. Ian was wearing a pair of Budgy Smuggler speedos and it wasn’t long before his cock was straining the lycra of them. We made out, our hands explored each other for a minute or two and then he told me he wanted me to fuck him and we better be quick before anyone suspected something.

    He threw me a condom and a little container of lube and he got on the bed on all fours. With the drawstring of his speedos undone, I was able to grab the waist band and pull it down revealing his beautiful little arsehole.

    Condom on, a little lube and I was off to the races.

    I wasn’t going to last long but Ian was even quicker than me. He came in the front of his speedos which were still covering his cock and when he orgasmed, his arsehole gripped my cock and it was a few strokes later that I thrusted deep, paused and started cumming myself.

    Pulling out slowly Ian thanked me and I thanked him for keeping my secret. Cleaning myself up, I tucked my cock back in to my speedo but looking at Ian’s, his cum stain was pretty obvious.

    I headed back out to the pool like nothing had happened and a few minutes later Ian returned wearing a fluro pink speedo. He got some hoots and hollers from everyone which he loved. The rest of the afternoon was just a usual Aussie BBQ afternoon. As the sun was setting and it cooled down I thought I should head back to the unit.

    My friends said that they didn’t know when they would be back so I figured I’d have a shower and order some take out, I had consumed enough booze for a few weeks.

    Walking in the unit there was Brian sitting on the couch with a beer in hand…..

  • Father’s Day Gift

    “Sure son! Just tell me when you guys are ready and I’ll drive us there!” My dad said as Vince gave me a wink. We were really gonna do it, I was both nervous and excited to see how it was going to go down. Vince suggested we go after dinner since it was usually less crowded. We all agreed to go at around 7pm and went on with our day. It seemed like forever til then. It was Sunday so Vince and I mostly hung around playing video game. Even though we were both already kinda horny, we saved our energy for our little plan. At about 3pm, my brothers Andrew and Sebastian were upstairs in their room (yes, they were still sleeping in the same room with bunk beds, I know…) while me and Vince were in the living room watching TV. Uncle Charles arrived with some beers and snacks. “Hey uncle Chuck!” I said as I turned to look at him. I was caught off guard by the way he looked that day. His hair was a bit messy, but like, in a sexy way. He was wearing some tight jeans and a tight burgundy buttoned-up shirt. His salt and pepper eyes made his green eyes stand out. There’s some stuff I forgot to tell you about him last time. He was a bit older than my dad, but beafier and taller. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed yet, but damn he was smoking hot.

    Then I heard my brothers coming downstairs. “Hey uncle Chuck! It’s been a while!” Andrew said as he and Sebastian gave him a hug. Something seemed a bit off with the way he hugged them. From where I was sitting I swear I saw him squeezing their ass. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean, I did have a crush on my own dad so, maybe it was running in the family. I wouldn’t blame my uncle too. My brothers have always been an inspiration for me physically. That night they were both wearing tight shorts and pastel polos. They looked like two golfers haha. But these shorts did made their butts look insanely round though. God, what was wrong with me? Lusting over the men in my family. The doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts as the delivery guy arrived with our food. I didn’t even noticed when and who ordered lunch. We all gathered around the table. Vince sat next to me, my brothers in front of us, my dad and uncle Chuck were sitting at each ends of the table. 

    During dinner Vince frequently caressed my thigh, purposely brushing his finger on my crotch. He gave me some side looks with a wink. The others didn’t seem to notice. I whispered “Stop it, keep that for later…” He giggled as he took off his hands from me. Overall it was a nice dinner, we reminisced some family memories and laughed. Me and my brothers took care of the dishes while my dad and my uncle sat on the couch and watched a football game. Vince joined them and sat next to my dad. From the kitchen I could see in the living room, Vince was clearly sitting pretty close to my dad. He sure doesn’t miss an occasion to get close to him. I heard them talk sports and comment the game. They laughed and my dad put his arm over Vince’s shoulder and pulled him in a friendly hug. He left his arm like this as his hand seemed to be resting on Vince’s pec.

    That sure was promising for our little workout surprise. As 7pm arrived I started feeling nervous and rethinking if this was a good idea after all. But there was no going back, Vince and my dad were already getting ready to go. I picked up my bag and we left my uncle with my brothers. “Have fun guys!” Uncle Chuck said as we left. We got in my dad’s SUV and took off to the gym. On our way my dad asked what we wanted to work on. I replied that we could do a little of everything, but he could have the final word since it was Father’s Day. He agreed with me and added we could start with cardio to get us going. We got to the gym and headed to the locker room. We changed clothes and I took the opportunity to glance at my dad’s body. I was kinda regretting having Vince with us. Now I wanted him for myself, especially since it would be my first real experience with my dad. Well, if he actually let me of course. 

    My dad headed to the toilet to take a leak before we get started. I took the opportunity to ask Vince : “Hey I know you really want my dad, but can I get this first time alone with him? It’s just, I want it to be a special moment between us.” “Don’t worry man, I totally get it. I’ll let you guys have your moment, just make sure to tell me how it went afterwards haha” He replied as he fist bumped me. Just then my dad came out of the restroom. “Ready boys?” He said as he picked up his water bottle. “Yep!” I replied as we headed to the gym. Just as I thought, it was lightly crowded. Mostly some jocks from college and a few girls. I was relieved that there was no one I knew there. We got on the treadmills and jogged for a while. My dad was between me and Vince. I couldn’t help staring at my dad’s bubble butt bouncing in his super short shorts. They clung to his thighs so perfectly, he looked like a model. His tank top wasn’t very tight, but I could still see his pecs bounce. I struggled to keep my boner soft. Vince gave me a few looks behind my dad, pointing to his ass. 

    Shortly after we got off the treadmills and did some stretching before we hit the bench. My dad went first. He got his weights settled and laid on the bench. I spotted him just in case, but I was pretty much useless. He did 10 reps with his bar loaded at 200lbs. Just as if nothing. I knew he was strong, but that blew me away. “Damn sir! You’re not messing around!” Vince said as my dad stood up to let me do my reps. “I try my best to stay in good shape” He replied as he flexed his arms. “Well, you’re setting the bar pretty high for me dad!” I replied as I took some weights off the bar. He giggled as he blushed. I got on the bench and did my reps. My dad spotted me, his crotch almost directly over my face. I couldn’t see under his shorts, but I admired his package bulging through the fabric. What a view… I was getting so turned on, I felt my cock stiffen against my will. I got up and quickly adjusted my boner so it wouldn’t show. We went on with the rest of the workout. My dad looked at me with pride as I outdid myself to impress him. That made me feel good and less nervous about my plan.

    I also noticed the way he looked at Vince when he worked his muscles. He sure tried not to be too obvious, but I saw him. It kinda turned me on. My dad lusting over the guy I was frequently having sex with. Proof we had similar tastes in men I guess. We were now done with the workout and got back to the locker room. “You did great boys! You both impressed me out there!” My dad said as we undressed. “You too dad! Seems like I it runs in the family!” I replied. Just the  Vince said he wasn’t feeling right and his mom was on her way to pick him up. I knee he invented this only so I could be alone with my dad. “Okay, just call me or text Todd if there’s anything” My dad said as Vince left. 

    I pulled down my shorts as my dad got naked. I was wearing a jockstrap, as I usually do when I workout. He looked at me as I bent down and took off my socks. I purposely bent my ass facing him, just to tease him a little. There was no one in sight so I made sure he had a nice view of my clean shaved boypussy. My dad was clearly getting aroused as I let my jock fall to my ankles. He crossed his legs to hide his hardening cock and out his towel over it. But I saw it. That gave me a boost of confidence, so I said : “Hey dad, want to hit the steam room after the shower?” He looked at me and hesitated, but finally said : “Sure I kinda need to release some tension”. Yes! I was getting closer to achieve my plan. We quickly showered and put on a towel around our waist. The steam room was split in three stalls that could fit about two or three guys and a main room with benches along the walls. We got in one of the stalls and sat next to each other. I cranked up the heat as steam slowly filled the stall.

    “That’s quite relaxing, isn’t it son?” My dad said as he laid his head on the wall and closed his eyes. “Yea, it’s nice after a workout” I said as my cock stiffened. My heart was racing as I scooched a bit closer to him, our thighs touching. “Should I really do this?” I thought to myself. I cautiously put my hand on his thigh near his knee. No reaction, so I slowly slid my hand towards his towel. Still, no signs of resistance. I took a deep breath and slid my hand along his thigh under his towel. His only reaction was spread his legs, allowing my hand to go further. Suddenly my fingers touched the tip of his cock, which was apparently getting hard. My dad still had his eyes closed. I was almost shaking as I finally wrapped my fingers around his almost fully hard shaft. I feel it twitch in my hand as I gently pulled down his foreskin. I was hard as rock holding my daddy’s cock. Once my hand reached his balls, I began stroking him with long and gentle strokes. I could hear his breathing intensify and he let out a faint moan. 

    I stopped when I heard him, but he said “Keep going son, daddy likes it…” So I kept stroking, going a little faster. He then opened his towel and gave me a full view of his cock. He began pinching his nipples as he moaned. He leaned towards me and gave me a kiss, our tongue swirling along each other. He reached for my towel and unwrapped me. My cock sprung up, fully hard and leaking precum. My dad took it in his hand ran his fingers around the head, spreading my precum. I was surprised when he leaned in saying : “Can I taste it son?” Before I could reply he had his lips wrapped around my cock head, flicking his tongue around. He then engulfed my whole cock in his mouth “Ohh fffuuuuhh, ohh dad that feels so good…” I moaned as he began bouncing his head up and down on me. I kept jacking him off while he gave me the best blowjob I ever had. He was focused on pleasuring me and it showed. It wasn’t just sex, it was full of tenderness and love.

    He ran his hand over my abs then reached for my nipples. I must say I never understood the hype around pinching and playing with your nipples. But now I get it, it sent chills through my whole body and I moaned. My dad looked up at me and smiled with my cock in his mouth. He gave me a wink as he kept playing with my nipples and went down on my throbbing cock. “That feels so good dad…” i said as I kept looking around just in case someone walked in. Still no one in sight, were apparently alone. “This is so wrong but it feels so right!” My dad replied as he paused to breathe. He stroke my cock for a minute to catch his breath. I took the opportunity tu change positions and kneeled between his legs. “I want you so bad daddy, can I suck it?” I asked as I gently stroke his cock and played with his balls. “Help yourself son…” He replied as he spread his legs a bit wider. He looked so hot from this angle. His veiny shaft standing straight up between his thick thighs. I rubbed his them as I smiled at my dad and said : “You look so hot dad, I’ve been wanting this for so long…” “You’ve always been a cute boy, but lately you’ve grown into quite a stud son. I dreamed of this moment since I saw you and Vince in bed…” He replied as he pulled my head towards his cock.

    I stuck my tongue out thinking “This is it, I finally get to taste the man who made me…” I was so turned on. I held his shaft and licked it from the balls up to the tip, ever so softly kissing the purplish head. I twirled my tongue around it, savoring it’s salty yet sweet flavor. Then I slowly slid my lips down, empaling my head on his cock. “Ahhhhh Todd, that’s it show daddy what you learned with Vince” He said as he moaned and slightly thrusted his hips in sync with my sucking. I remembered one time when Vince slid a finger in my ass while he sucked me. That felt so good I wanted to try it on my dad. The way he was sitting I had direct access to his tight lightly hairy hole. I lubed my index and my middle finger with my saliva and tease my daddy’s rosebud a little. He responded by clenching his hole. That’s when I let my fingers slide inside him. He let out a loud and deep moan as I stretched his hole. I began to thrust my fingers in and out, now finger fucking him as I sucked his cock. Soon he warned me he was about to cum. “Fuck your gonna make me cum son!” He said as he pulled out. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He shot his thick load all over my face and in my mouth, covering my tongue with cum. I kept my finger in his ass while I squirted every last drops of cum from his cock.

    I delighted myself with his load as he gasped out of pleasure. “That was amazing Todd! Daddy’s so proud of you…” He said as he pulled me by the arms and got me straddling him. We made out as I gently grinded my ass on his crotch. “Happy Father’s Day dad…” I whispered in his ear. He hugged me tightly as he said : “Thank you so much son, you have no idea what an amazing gift this is…” We kissed again as he grabbed my ass and lifted me with him as he stood up. God he was so strong. Feeling his strong hands holding my cheeks and pulling them apart was so hot. I felt like he could do whatever he wanted with me. He owned me and I just gave in. He put me down on the bench and grabbed my throbbing hard cock. “Now it’s daddy’s turn to milk you son…” He said with lust in his eyes. Just hearing him say that almost made me cum right there.

    He lapped on my cock like a lollipop as he played with my balls. Then he shoved my cock all the way down his throat and began bobbing up and down on me. Just as I did to him, he fingered my ass while he feasted on my cock. I was moaning loudly like a slut and at this point, I didn’t care if anyone could hear. “Stand up for daddy…” My dad asked as I stood up. He kept sucking my cock, pausing occasionally to stroke it. I was getting close, but I didn’t want it to stop yet. I did all I could but I couldn’t hold it in much longer. “Oh fuck dad I’m gonna cum…” I said as he pulled off and stroke my cock as fast as he could, staring in my eyes with his mouth open. “Come on son, cum for daddy…” He said I started shooting streams of cum in and around his mouth. Watching my dad take my load was the hotter thing ever. “Mmmfffuuck, just for you daddy…” I said as he licked my cock clean. “That was a lot!” He said as we giggled. He sat beside me and we kissed again. I couldn’t get enough of him.

    We just sat there, processing what just happened. Then a guy walked in, it was the coach in charge of closing the gym. We covered our still semi-hard cocks with our towels as he said : “Sorry guys, but I have to close and lock the gym.” “No problem, just give us 5 mins we’ll get dressed and get going” My dad replied as he left. We walked out of the steam room and got dressed. We waved goodbye at the coach and walked out to my dad’s truck. We got in and before we took off, my dad took my hand and said : “You know, I sure wasn’t expecting this today, but I’m glad you made a move, thank you…” “Well thank you for being such an amazing father, you deserve the world and I wanted you to know it” I replied as we made out tenderly. This was such a beautiful father and son moment. It couldn’t have went better.

    When we got home uncle Chuck was snoring on the couch and my brothers were playing video games in their room. As I was about to get in my room, my dad grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room. “You sleep with me tonight…” He said as he got naked. I just smiled, undressed and jumped in his bed. He giggled and got in bed. We cuddled as he played with my hair, his semi-hard cock pressed against my ass. “Your skin is so soft…” He said as he ran his hand along my side down to my ass. “I wish tonight could last forever, I love you dad” I said as I turned to face him and give him a kiss. “Me too Todd, I promise this won’t be the last…” He replied as he kissed me. I felt so safe and warm in his arms. I was the happiest boy in the world. “Thanks again son for this wonderful surprise, sleep tight” He said as he kissed my neck. “You deserved it dad, good night” I replied as I Slowly fell asleep feeling his naked body against mine.

    To be continued…

  • Buffalo Bob

    This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.


    Okay, so where do we go from here?

    Over and over again I keep going back and forth with Bob Martin, my Buffalo Bob. He is so beautiful and so persuasive that he keeps winning me over, and somehow, I simply can’t resist him. But then he immediately does something outrageous, showing a callous attitude and playing with my emotions. He is the world’s number one manipulator, not only to me but to my three instructors.

    I was like a kid pulling pedals from a daisy: he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. I am fully aware that he is manipulating me, but somehow, I am not capable of stopping him. I am completely hooked on sthenolagnia, a worshiper of muscles, and his physique is so perfect that he keeps overwhelming my senses and my sensibility. Of course, he is startlingly handsome as well.

    As angry as I get with myself, as I allow him the use me and abuse me, just looking at him makes me melt and gets me almost drooling with lust. He is the sexiest man I have ever seen, almost beyond my imagination, and he is irresistible. When he comes on to me, I completely lose control.

    I’ve finally realized that Bob doesn’t care what I think, or what my opinion is; he is going to be in charge, and he is going to make any decisions about our relationship. I’m the adult, the guy with a doctorate and he’s barely out of his teens and in my mind immature, but there is no question that he has taken control of our relationship. From the very beginning I had intended to talk to him and allow my maturity to bring him around to my way of thinking: a sensible relationship based on love and trust.

    But, to make it clear, from the very beginning I never thought of Bob as a potential partner because I considered him way out of my league, and I still believe he is the most gorgeous young man on earth. I never felt I was worthy of him, his sheer beauty, and never understood why he came on to me in the first place. But he did come on to me. If he had not, I would have simply admired him and lusted over him from a distance. But he’s the one who started our relationship, and he has said he wants to continue it.

    But it wasn’t a real relationship anyway since he simply took charge. I was just slow on the uptake to realize it since I was so excited that he was interested in me. So, take it or leave it, he was going to own me and use me in any way he damn well pleased, regardless of what I might think.

    Of course, I didn’t want to accept that attitude, his manipulation, but he doesn’t care. If he wants to fuck me, he’s going to fuck me, and if he wants to abuse me, he was going to abuse me; and, most meaningfully, if he wants to ignore me, he is going to ignore me. I am obviously his toy, to be played with and used for his pleasure however and whenever he wishes, and then perhaps discarded.

    I could try to cut our relationship off completely, but seriously I’m not sure he would allow it. Besides I’m not sure where I stand on that. I know he only uses me, uses me for his pleasure, but I’m not averse to that. Along with his beauty, that’s what has attracted me to him in the first place: his dominance and forcefulness, his ‘devil may care’ attitude, not giving a shit what I think, but simply taking pleasure as he sees fit. I was thrilled to go along for the ride.

    So, here’s where we stand. As much as I fought him and tried to stop him, he forced me to suck him off in front of Jerry. I struggled but eventually gave in and he once again turned me into his ignoble slave, forcing me to give him the pleasure he desired, and then walking away when he was done.

    He didn’t say a word as he zipped up and left my office. I was left there on my knees with his cum on my face and Jerry looking on in shock.

    “Jerry” I said hoarsely as I stayed there on the floor getting my breath back. “Jerry,” I started again, trying to clear my throat. But I didn’t know what to say. What could I say after being literally raped and abused by my student, Jerry’s student as well, right in front of him?

    “I’ve got to go professor” Jerry said. “We’ll talk later.” He walked out of the office.

    I just stayed there on the floor, my mind spinning and completely overwhelmed with emotion.

    But here’s the thing; I had just been raped. Okay, so I went along with it after he forced his cock in my mouth and I realized I had no choice. But it was still rape. I didn’t want to do it and he forced me.

    But I have to say this. It wasn’t all bad. Okay, I said it. It wasn’t all bad, it was exciting.

    I have no doubts that every gay man’s number one wet dream is to be raped by the most muscular, most gorgeous man on the planet. That definitely includes me. Yes, getting raped was exciting. I’m well aware that Bob just uses me for his pleasure with little or no consideration of my feelings, but I love being dominated by him and that is a big part of what attracts me to him. But being overpowered and forced while I’m fighting back turns everything on its head. Or does it, since it was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me?

    But it’s got to be over. This simply can’t continue. As embarrassing as it is to admit it, my lust for him has blinded me to the fact that this is just playtime for him. He has taken control of me and my instructors with ease, purely to entertain himself. As horrible as it is to contemplate, it’s possible that in two weeks, the end of the term, he will forget he ever knew us and will go on to the next group of chumps to play with.

    Could he really that devious? Has he simply been entertaining himself at our expense; using us, abusing us, humiliating us, demeaning us, and now perhaps he’ll simply discard us?

    That’s what it looks like, and I am devastated.

    But I swear, it’s all over now. The decision is made, really made. I am done. It’s hard to believe, but I still have some self-respect left. I’m a young man with a great job and potentially a great future so this is absolutely going to come to an end.

    I know it’s not going to be easy to stop this, I’ve let it go much too far.

    I love him and would love to have us stay together, but come or go, we were going to resolve this now. I’m willing to live with him, have him live with me, but he must learn to act like a normal human being.

    So how do I change him? With his enormous strength he overpowers me every time I try to talk to him, and then I wimp out and give into him. That is going to stop. I still have enough self-respect to control my emotions and stop giving in to him. I simply must put my mind to it.

    I can refuse to cooperate with him (I think), but how do I stop him from overpowering me? I haven’t figured that out yet and I know I can’t stop him physically, so I’ll have to see if non-cooperation can slow him down to the point where he will actually listen to me.

    I made dinner just for myself this evening and as I expected, he didn’t show up. So, after one terrific pleasurable night absolutely blowing me away, and then being forced into a violent blowjob in my office, he’s now going to ignore me? It he really going to pretend that nothing happened?

    But I am determined. I can wait him out. My plans are made, and we are going to finally have a confrontation: he’s going to listen.

    ——–

    But guess what? He outwitted me and I should have suspected it. He showed up at about eleven o-clock, but he wasn’t alone; he not only had the two kids, the show-boys Nester and Steve, but he also had Ralph, the gigantic wrestler with him.

    They were all laughing and having a good time as they walked in.

    “Hey professor” Bob laughed. “How’s my favorite asswipe?” I could tell he was a bit tipsy, in fact they all were, but even so, I was shocked. He’d raped me this morning for God’s sake, and he wasn’t even going to apologize? He’s going to pretend that nothing happened this morning? At the very least I expected him to be regretful for what he had done and even ashamed to face me. But instead, I’m just his asswipe again? Even for Bob, this was barbaric.

    “We’ve been celebrating” he said. “You’ll be happy to know that Ralph just won the Big Ten heavyweight wrestling championship. And, let me tell you, that is really special.”

    “Hell. There was nothing to it” Ralph said, giving us a big grin and a quick flex of his right bicep. “Bunch of wimps, all of them.”

    “And surprise” Bob chuckled. “After we had dinner to celebrate, I asked him what he wanted for dessert, and you’ll never guess what he said.” Ralph joined him as they both laughed. “Well, maybe you’ve already guessed.”

    “You weren’t my first choice,” Ralph said with a laugh, “but I know you’ll give me good time. I’m celebrating so I’ll see to it.” That sure got my attention. He was going to make sure I gave him a good time?

    “Ah … wait ….” I started to say but Bob interrupted.

    “You weren’t his second choice either since he wanted these two hellions, Nester and Steve, but I had first dibs on them and they’re going to be busy tonight.”

    Bob didn’t say what Ralph’s first choice was, but since they were both here it wasn’t hard to figure out who it was and why it was refused.

    “I just couldn’t refuse another go-around with the cutest college professor in town” Ralph said. “So don’t you worry your head about being my third choice.”

    I was just standing there like an idiot, completely shocked, and literally speechless.

    “Can we get something to eat” Nester said, and without waiting for an answer, he and Steve headed for the kitchen. I finally began to get my wits together.

    “Bob” I said. I didn’t even shout, but just spoke softly, haltingly. “You can’t, …. you can’t, …. you can’t.” I blubbered in despair since I knew it made no difference what I said. Bob was not going to listen to me, and it was clear he was going to let Ralph rape me. It was going to happen no matter what I said.

    “Come on honey” Ralph said as he continued laughing. “I’m celebrating. I’m the champion and I’m on top of the world and I deserve a little fun.” He stepped right up to me, only inches away, looking down at me. “Show me how thrilled you are to see me.”

    I quickly thought through what I knew about Ralph. He loved getting his ass licked most of all, but he was dominant to the extreme and demanded nothing less than complete groveling from his partners. He was cheery and laughing at the moment, but there was no doubt in my mind that if I wasn’t sufficiently slavish that would change in a hurry.

    “Ah …., Ralph ….” I mumbled, trying to figure out what he wanted.

    “Show me how thrilled you are to see me” he repeated. He said it calmly but obviously expected something from me. I had to react.

    “Come on Professor” Bob laughingly said, “don’t look so shocked. Ralph will give you a good time.”

    Before I could say anything, before I could decide how to respond, Ralph’s patience ran out. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand and lifted me up on my tiptoes, almost off my feet.

    “I remember you were a feisty one” he said with a laugh, “but hell, that’s okay. I like that.”

    “Ack, ack” was all I could say as he was crushing my neck. These guys had only been in the room for, like, two minutes and already this was looking really bad for me. I knew Ralph was rough and demanding but this was happening too fast.

    “Okay, have fun” Bob said as he turned away and left the room, evidently following the two kids.

    Ralph was holding me right in his face with an enormous grin on his face. “Oh yeah, you are a pretty one, and I bet you remember the good time we had the last time. I told Bob you’d be worth another go-around.”

    He still had that big grin on his face as he set me back down on my feet and let go of my neck. As he let go, he gave me a slap, rocking my head back. “Now behave. Let’s not get started on the wrong track.”

    “Ralph, please ….” I choked out.

    “Now show me how thrilled you are to see me” he repeated for the third time. He still had that big grin on his face, but you can bet I didn’t delay this time. Guessing that he wanted obeisance, I dropped to the floor, bent down and kissed his feet, one and then the other, and then again. “Okay, good start” he laughed. “Go ahead and get my shoes off while you’re there.”

    So, giving in to the inevitable, I became a robot. Any dispute or disagreement was over, and I was simply going to obey. I had no choice. There was no question Ralph was going to use me for his pleasure and I simply had to endure it as best I could. Endure was the word since I knew he tends to take his pleasure violently.

    At Ralph’s direction I pulled down his shorts and stood and removed his t-shirt. Then I got back on my knees. As I looked up at him, he slapped me. He didn’t say a word but had some kind of smirk on his face. He didn’t hit me terribly hard, but it whipped my head to the side, and it stung. Then he just looked into my eyes for thirty seconds or so saying nothing. Totally scary and unnerving. Then he hit me again, a little harder.

    “I hope you’re ready to behave” he said, still holding that enormous grin on his face. “I have great expectations of you giving me a good time. Now, tell me how thrilled you are to see me.”

    You can bet I didn’t hesitate. “I’m thrilled, Ralph” I blurted out. “I’m thrilled …. ah ….I’m really happy to see you again. Yes, I’m thrilled.”

    That got him laughing. “Oh yeah, that’s more like it.” He reached down and fluffed my hair. “Now you better understand that these muscles just whipped the best wrestlers in the Big Ten, and they need to be rewarded and you gonna be the reward.” He gave a quick double bicep pose. “You gonna worship like you ain’t never worshiped before. You can start by giving me a kiss.”

    As he said that, he humped his crotch forward towards my face making it pretty clear where he wanted the kiss.

    I kissed his completely soft cock. “Again.” I did it again. “Now kiss my ass.”

    I glanced up at him, but he just stared down at me without moving, still holding that big grin and flexing his big guns. I stayed there like an idiot looking up at him, as his smile began to change to a frown. Finally catching on that he wasn’t going to move; I scurried around behind him and kissed his ass. I only hoped the delay wouldn’t piss him off.

    “Get in there and kiss.” Remembering how strict he was, you do exactly what he says, so I pushed my face in his crack and kissed. Over and over. No suck, no lick, just kiss, exactly as ordered.

    “I guess Bob’s using your bedroom, so we’ll stay here.” He stepped over and sat on the sofa. “Strip.”

    I had been ready for bed, so I was wearing pajamas, so it took only seconds to get them off. “Leave the Jockey’s” he said as I crawled over between his legs and looked up at him.

    Now, you’ve got to understand. Bob is enormous and has muscles upon muscles of spectacular proportions. He is simply breathtaking, and yes, he took my breath away. I’ve always admired muscles, and Ralph is the biggest man I have ever seen. I admire him and that body of his deserves to be worshiped. Under normal circumstances I would love to worship him, but now I could only hope that he wouldn’t hurt me too much.

    “Ralph, please …” I started to say. I was a mixture of awe and fear. Complete admiration and total terror. I wanted him but I knew he was going to be rough.

    “You like what you see, don’t you?” He chuckled since he could see the look in my face. “Oh, yeah, I got me a real muscle hound. You ready to worship?”

    “Yes, yes, I do. Yes, I will. Yes, I am” I blurted out.

    He was laughing as he slapped me, giving me a good wallop on the cheek, damn near knocking me over.

    “Please Ralph, don’t” I said as tears came to my eyes.

    His smile got even bigger as I said that. He was enjoying this. “Let’s get started baby. Give me another kiss and then start on my toes.”

    I leaned forward and gave his completely soft cock a kiss and started to bend down. “Hey, that ain’t much of a kiss. Go ahead and use some tongue and give me a good smack.” I moved back in, latched onto his cock and flicked away with my tongue for a moment and then pulled away with an audible smack with my lips. Ralph laughed and petted my hair. “Yeah, baby. That’s more like it. Now, get on my feet.”

    As I began to bend down, he raised his feet and pushed them in my face and then slapped me with one of them. I started kissing one foot which was in my face, but he kept slapping me with the other. As I suspected, he was not going to let me worship, he was going to make me worship. He was in charge.

    After slapping me around for a bit with his feet, he had me work my way up his ankles and calves, and then to his thighs. Ralph has extremely muscular bulging thighs, not uncommon in wrestlers, and as I worked my way around them with my mouth, he didn’t force me or anything. I loved it. I’m a nut for muscular thighs and I was thrilled that he was letting me go at my own pace.

    But good things must come to an end because he grabbed my hair and dragged me up in his face. “My own professor” he said with a laugh, “and a PhD besides. I’ll bet you got a degree in tongue action.” He actually leaned forward and gave me a peck on the nose. He was obviously pleased with me so far.

    “Armpit heaven” he said as he raised an arm and pushed my face in. I got busy, not quite frantic, but definitely not slow, licking and sucking away, and that seemed to satisfy him. After a bit he moved me to the other side.

    “Okay, now get on my chest” he said. “Give me some of that tongue action.” I did what I was told and got busy. He let me go for only a minute or so before he grabbed my hair and took control. “Come on wimp. Get with it.” Ralph is never gentle, and he wasn’t now as he began to drag my head around his chest. Jerking my hair and banging my face into his chest, he started berating me, telling me how worthless I was.

    “Shit, don’t you know how to treat a real man?” He pulled my head back and slapped me, then slammed me back in. This was the real Ralph, the monster.

    I was frantic, that slap hurt, and his jerking my hair was painful too. I gave up on kissing but was working my tongue and sucking, trying to please him. I don’t know what else I could do but he wasn’t satisfied.

    “Piece of shit” he said as he jerked my head back. He stood up and turned around, putting his ass right in my face. “Okay, prime time. Get in there.”

    I was already expecting this because he’d made it clear to me that getting his ass licked was his favorite pastime. He’d also implied a threat that it would get unpleasant if he was not satisfied, so I knew I had to outdo myself. So, I went back into panic mode. I didn’t even consider gentle kisses around his ass cheeks, but immediately pulled those cheeks apart and dove in. I did everything double-time, lapping tongue, quick kisses, high suction sucking, and then banging my nose in trying to ram my tongue into his hole.

    He started laughing. “Easy does it honey. Slow down and enjoy the scenery, we got all night. Just show me how much you’re in love. Complete adoration is what I want.” So, I did slow down and tried to give him as much pleasure as possible. Instead of frantically trying to fuck his ass with my tongue, I sucked and kissed and licked my way around but gave major emphasis to his crack and his hole. Yes, I pushed my tongue well in, and yes, I kept pushing my nose in deep. This went on and on and on and he didn’t say a thing.

    I was happy. Not that ass licking is my favorite, because it isn’t, but because he hadn’t hit me.

    “Let me get comfortable” he said. He’d been standing there with his back to me but now he got down on his knees in front of the sofa and put his face in his folded hands. He looked like he was in prayer and that’s what he said. “I’m going to pray that you do a good job” he chuckled. “And you’d better pray too.”

    I pushed my face back into his ass.

    “Work my cock. Keep me hard” he said, and I reached under him and grabbed onto his very large, very hard cock. And away I went. For the next fifteen minutes the only sounds in the room were the soft undertones of my eating his ass. I spit on my hand a few times, keeping his cock wet as I gently massaged it. He didn’t say anything, but he did reach back half a dozen times and give me a slap alongside of my head, evidently meant to keep me focused. He also grabbed my hair twice and slammed my face in a couple times.

    I was delighted. Okay, so he was slapping me around, but he didn’t berate me, and he didn’t actually hurt me, so I knew that was the best I could expect from him.

    And then came Bob. He had been in my bedroom with Nester and Steve this whole time, over an hour, but now he and the boys came into the living room. The boys were fully dressed but Bob was still naked.

    “Sorry to intrude Ralph, but’s it’s my puppy’s bedtime and they have to go.” Ralph did not move or react in any way, so I didn’t stop what I was doing. Bob escorted the boys out of the room and turned back. “Don’t let me interrupt what you’re doing” he said with a laugh. “I wouldn’t want to interfere.”

    Ralph rolled over knocking me back on my butt and raised his legs. As I got back on my knees he reached out and grabbed my hair and jerked me back into his ass, damn near pulling my hair out and causing me to yelp.

    “Get back in there you piece of shit” he said as he banged my face into his ass a couple times.” ‘Piece of shit?’ I thought I was satisfying him. “Bob, you may call him asswipe, but he ain’t worth shit at licking my ass.”

    “Sorry about that Ralph,” Bob said with a laugh, “but you knew what you were getting, and he’s not bad for a college professor. Okay, so he ain’t the best, but that’s why guys like you and me need to show these submissives how a real man wants to be served. Hell, me and you, we train these dummies, we turn them into decent cocksuckers, showing them how to grovel. We’re performing a service.”

    That got my attention, shocked me in fact, even with Ralph banging me around. Bob seemed to say that I was lacking in some way. Me, Bob’s professor and the guy with the PhD was a dummy, not even his equal? Ralph was his equal, but I wasn’t? I was a lowly …. what? …. a drudge? …. an insignificant menial? …. a bottom to be used when there was nothing better available?

    “Anybody would be better than this piece of shit” Ralph said as he slapped my head again.

    I would swear I had been pleasing Ralph, he seemed to be perfectly satisfied until Bob came into the room. So, I could only wonder if he was putting on a show for Bob, proving how powerful and demanding he could be. They were both dominant muscle men, so maybe they were in competition with each other.

    Meanwhile, I was back in the frantic mode knowing Ralph was unhappy and was going to start hurting me if I didn’t do something to please him. I started banging my face in, fucking his hole with my tongue.

    “If he’s that bad give him to me and I’ll try to shape him up” Bob remarked.

    “Just let me finish up here” Ralph said as he dropped his legs on either side of me, grabbed me by the hair and jerked me forward, damn near pulling out my hair. His other hand was already on his cock, and he was jerking away. He held my face just inches from his cock as he started panting. He was obviously close already.

    Then he fired, the first shot going clear over my head. Taking better aim he fired the second into my left eye and the third, fourth and fifth all over my face. Then he pushed it into my mouth giving me a tasted of his cum as he finished the last few shots.

    “Ooooh shit” he murmured, and then laughed. “I guess he had me all hotted-up.” He let go of my hair and settled back on the sofa.

    “Must not have been so bad after all” Bob replied.

    I guess I did have him all hotted-up since it only took him about twenty seconds to shoot. I know damn well I was doing a good job and I’m sure I was keeping him happy, so his complaining had to be just a show for Bob. Damn top men: they think they’re gods and never act like they’re satisfied.

    “Come on professor, let’s go to bed.” I was still panting from my exertion of licking Ralph’s ass, but I was happy to get away from him. Bob gave me a pat on the butt as I stood up, and then gave me a push towards the bedroom. “Good night, Ralph. See you later.”

    “Sit yourself down” Bob said to me as entered the bedroom and he sat down on the side of the bed. I gave him a confused look. “Sit” he said and pointed to the floor in front of him. I finally wiped the cum off of my face as I sat on the floor, my legs crossed, in front of him.

    “I’m leaving” he said.

    “You’re …. you’re what?”

    “I’m leaving. I’m leaving the university.”

    “But the term is almost over. Exams are coming up next week.”

    “Yeah, I know, but I’m not doing well in most of my classes. In fact, I haven’t even been attending most of them.”

    “But …. what? You’re going to give it up? You’re going to drop out?”

    “This was my mother’s idea anyway, me coming here to Eau Claire; she’s paying for it. I never wanted to come in the first place.

    “But what are you going to do? You need a college education.”

    “I’m going to do what I do best. I’m going into full time bodybuilding. I’m going to be a professional.”

    “What? Is that ….? Is that a job?”

    “Some money can be made, but I will need sponsors for now. You might even consider it.”

    “Bob, are you sure? Have you really thought this through?”

    “What? You think I can’t get sponsors?” he said with a laugh. “Hell, I’ve got three here in town already and three more lined up back home in Milwaukee. Sponsors ain’t going to be a problem.”

    “But, what about your future? Without a college degree ….”

    “Hey, take a look” he said with a laugh and performed the double bicep pose. “Look at this body. Just look at it. I’m gorgeous. The gays fall at my feet, and the straights climb over each other trying to get me to notice them. The girls cream their panties when I even look their way, and the straight boys get a hard-on when I smile at them. And they all want to be my best friend. I love this.”

    “But Bob. This isn’t going to last. You’ve got to plan ….”

    “I said I love it. I’m having the time of my life. I love the lust I see in everybody’s face when I walk by, and I mean everybody, not just the gays. Do you know how many straight guys have blown me in the recent weeks? And I mean good looking hunky ones? A bunch: seven or eight, I think. I love seeing first time cocksuckers on their knees trying to satisfy me while I show them what it’s like to be a submissive. You know me. I ain’t gonna go easy on them. They bust their asses trying to satisfy me and I ain’t easily satisfied.”

    “But Bob, think what you’re doing. This can’t last. You know it.”

    “Listen Bill.” I wasn’t aware Bob even knew my first name, my nickname. “Listen, I don’t give a damn about the future. I love what I’m doing right here and now and I’m going to continue doing it. And I’m going to love it a lot more after I win a couple bodybuilding contests.”

    “But Bob. Are you talking about bodybuilding or about sex? Are you planning a future based on sex?”

    “Ain’t nothing wrong with great sex, and I’m going to take advantage of it as the most beautiful guy around. Besides, I’ve got a buddy in Los Angeles who says he can set me up in the porn business. There’s good money there. Can you see me as a porn star?”

    “Bob, be sensible. You’ve got to think this through. This can’t possibly work.”

    “It’s going to work, it’s going to work just fine and I’m really excited about it.” He reached out and gave me a couple gentle pats to the cheek. “Don’t try to talk me out of it, teach. It’s a done deal. I’m leaving tomorrow.” I shouldn’t have been surprised by this because Bob is nothing if not unpredictable. It’s impossible to guess what he might do next.

    I wasn’t totally oblivious to the fact that his leaving would solve a host of problems that I had been unable to solve. This not only got him out of my apartment but completely out of my life as well, eliminating all the other issues. I’d been telling myself that this is what I wanted so I should have been thrilled but looking up at him and seeing how gorgeous he was…., well…., you know me. Now that I’m actually faced with it, I’m having doubts. The fact is, I love this guy. I’m not sure how I will deal with him going away.

    “What about Jack…., and Claire…., and what about my class? What about your college degree?”

    “You can stick your college degree. With this body and my sparkling personality, I can make my way anywhere without that stupid piece of paper.” He was still chuckling as he reached out and fluffed and patted my hair treating me as if I were a little boy or a puppy. “Poor baby. I know you’re going to miss me. And Jack, well I hate goodbye’s so you can tell him tomorrow after I’m gone.”

    So, I gave up trying to convince him not to go. He was obviously determined, and it was sinking into me that this would probably be a good thing for all of us; Jerry, Claire, Larry and his wife, me, and Bob himself. And I imagined that also included dozens of students around campus that Bob had won over.

    “Now, as my favorite professor, I know you want to give me something really awesome as a going away present? Any ideas?”

    “Well, I could think of a couple things” I chuckled along with him. Of course, I know what he had in mind, and I was completely happy with that. I’d gladly blow him one more time.

    “I bet you’d love to see me on my knees, wouldn’t you?” That comment almost blew my mind. Mr. Hercules, Mr. Body-Perfect, Mr. Alpha Male, was he offering to suck me off?

    “What?” I said in shock. “You …. say what?” Of course, I didn’t believe it. As usual he was shocking me, playing with my mind.

    He laughed and petted my hair again. “But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You’d be missing out on your last chance to give your favorite student, the love of your life, a going away present.” He tweaked my nose and patted my cheek, he was laughing and trying to be cute. “I wouldn’t want to deprive my favorite asswipe; you won’t ever have to hear me say that again professor; I wouldn’t deprive my favorite asswipe of one more chance to prove his admiration and appreciation.”

    Admiration and appreciation? Of course, I’d admired him, that was what it was all about, but appreciate? Did he need my appreciation? After all, he came on to me, not the reverse. Did he expect me to appreciate him for seducing me, using me and manipulating me, and making my life a living hell while convincing me to fall in love with him?

    Bob was just sitting there on the side of the bed staring into my eyes with a constant grin on his face. His dick had gone soft, but his glorious naked body was there in all its glory. Yes, I appreciated him. The most beautiful man on the planet had seduced me, make me into his lover and his slave, and yes, I appreciated him for it. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. I wanted to show my appreciation.

    “Ah, yes. I thought so” he said with a chuckle. “I already guessed what my gift was going to be but let’s get more comfortable.” He pushed my head back, raised his legs, and lay down on the bed. “Get up here.” I got up on the bed between his legs and scrunched down so I could look up at him while I sucked. He was completely soft, but I knew it wouldn’t take long to change that.

    He was looking back at me, that big smile on his face, and as usual with me, I just melted. He is so gorgeous. And truthfully it is a thrill and an honor to be able to suck him. Even with Bob’s comment about getting on his knees shocked me, I didn’t expect or want him to suck me, and I would have freaked out if he had actually offered to do it.

    Bob is a God. I love him for being a God and I’m going to miss him. Tears began to drip down my cheeks as his cock began to grow in my mouth. I was going to miss him a lot.

    I give a great blowjob and Bob knows it, so I had nothing to prove during this one last time. But I wanted to make it special, so I didn’t rush it and kept my eyes on him the whole time. He puckered up a couple times and threw me kisses, but otherwise just kept that smile on his face as he watched me.

    He didn’t react to the tears streaming down my face, but I think he recognized how painful this was going to be for me. Even as crazy as his actions had been, he knew that he had won my heart, and now he was breaking it. I’m not sure if he would miss me, but I knew I would miss him desperately.

    It was getting late, and I had to work in the morning, but I didn’t want this blowjob to end. I’d heard of people getting slow drawn-out blowjobs lasting three or four hours, but I’d never experienced one myself, but right now I wanted to. I wanted to keep this cock in my mouth.

    But Bob had other ideas. He reached down and tussled my hair. I had been just holding his cock in my mouth this whole time as it grew to its full size giving it lots attention with my mouth and tongue but not moving it. But Bob now started to slowly move my head up and down. It wasn’t as easy to look into his eyes now, but I kept trying as he bobbed me up and down on his full growth. He wasn’t rough, and I didn’t have to swallow him all the way, but he just kept up a steady motion. I loved it. I would do it for the rest of my life.

    But he got hot. Reaching down with both hands, he held my head and began to fuck up into my face. Again, I love anything Bob does, and this was wonderful, but he kept this up for only a moment before he started doing what he does best: fucking his cock with my head. Gently at first, he started dragging my head up and down, but gradually he started speeding up and getting more forceful as he pushed me into his crotch.

    He also began to go deeper, beginning to push the big monster into my throat. I said i wanted to make this blowjob special, but in fact I had no say in the matter. Bob was going to get the blowjob he wanted no matter what I thought or did. He started really ramming my head up and down.

    I don’t know what Bob had done with Nester and Steve, but I assume he must have cum at least twice with them, but it wasn’t taking him long to get hot now. Maybe it was because this was really special, our last time together, but it was only a few minutes before he began to groan and began moving his hips.

    And then he was there. Holding my head steady with both hands he slammed his cock deep into my throat twice and then just held me there.

    “Yes” he yelled. “Yes, yes, yes,” and he let fly, his first shot into my throat. He knew enough not to strangle me, so he pulled back immediately, almost all the way out. I had to cough to clear my throat, but his cum was squirting into my mouth and I didn’t want to lose it, so I controlled the cough, only just barely clearing my throat so I could begin to swallow. I glanced up and was able to see the excitement in his face which gave me a thrill. He was in a frenzy, his eyes closed, his mouth open, still howling, as the excitement of the ejaculation overwhelmed him.

    He was loving it and I was thrilled that he was loving it. I swear to you, it was an honor to be able to give this demigod so much pleasure. Yes, I was honored, thrilled, overjoyed to see that rapturous look on his face.

    But tears were still flowing down my cheeks as I lovingly swallowed every bit of his cum.

    “Oh shit, Bill, I’m going to miss you” he said, again using my nickname. “There ain’t nobody about that can do what you do.” I was still dripping tears and I still had his cock in my mouth, but I tried to smile at him. He petted my hair and then gently pulled me up, letting me climb up his body to his face. Holding me nose to nose and looking me in the eye he said: “I do love you, professor.”

    My Buffalo Bob pulled me into a kiss.

    (I’m pretty sure that this is)

    THE END