Author: admin

July 2021

The Delta flight from Richmond, Virginia on final approach to Boston Logan Airport in Boston, Massachusetts, banked to the left then straightened up. Sitting on row 24 in the window seat, Richard Grady Thompson (Grady to his friends) watched the landscape below grow in detail as they descended. Ever since last Tuesday he had been wondering if this was a joke. He kept saying it couldn’t be real. There was no way some physics research facility in Vermont wanted to interview him, a high school physics teacher with a less than stellar GPA from college.

It made it all come back to him, the frustration and disappointment his last year of college had been at the University of Colorado. The first three years were good, with him excelling at his course work, weekends, then summers hiking in the Rocky Mountains, taking a trip to Yellowstone, then down to the Grand Canyon. But in that last year, in his most important class he had written that paper, the one he had pushed the boundaries of conventional thinking. His professor had not only been critical, acted as if it were an affront to physics research. He had been so upset by his professor’s response, he screwed up on another exam the next morning.

A 2.0 grade on the paper and a 3.1 on the exam. It hit his GPA hard, moved him down within his class. Suddenly, he wasn’t one to be recruited but someone who had to search out a job. He had found the high school teaching position through a friend after so many days of empty emails and mailbox after sending out numerous resumes. For two years he had taught physics finding himself falling into a routine that left him frustrated. He knew some loved teaching, opening young minds to new ideas, but for him, he saw himself in research, running calculations that took up multiple dry erase boards. He wasn’t outgoing, someone who loved the idea of being a teacher, but necessity forced him to overcome his personality and stand before one class after the next, five classes a day with one period to grade papers and do preparations for future classes. And there was the time at home during the evenings grading more papers and doing more preparation. By the time he finished, some nights he just went to bed without dinner.

The plane landed and quickly pulled to the gate. As everyone pulled a bag from the overhead compartment, Grady let the man from the row’s aisle seat had him his overnight bag. He had kept his portfolio in hand along with the latest New Scientist magazine. He was going to read it on the flight but found himself lost in thought leaving the magazine untouched within the envelope with his portfolio. As he made his way down the narrow aisle, up the gate chute, and into the terminal, he wondered what it would be like to live in the region. It was further north than he had ever lived. Vermont seemed so far north as to be close to the artic circle to his way of thinking.

Moving along the terminal, he wondered about the personal life that could be afforded him in the region. Not that he took advantage of the opportunities in Richmond, rarely going to one of the bars or restaurants that catered to gay men. He had dated a couple of guys, but it seemed more out of desperation, something he was supposed to do, for his life was passing him by, rather than any serious attraction to either of them. It seemed wrong to think of it, but he could leave Richmond and only his four friends would miss him. But the four of them that knew he was unhappy, and this interview had the promise of opportunity he had hoped to have at graduation. He was twenty-four years old and felt adrift. But as he made his way out the doors of the arrival area, he smiled for the first time since waking. Maybe this was too good to be true, but he had the thrill of the possibility and for the next hour or so, would enjoy the feeling.

The center was sending a car to pick him up and he looked down the sidewalk at the circus of cars, trucks, SUVs, vans, and buses fighting for access to the curb. He scanned the vehicles wondering what he should be looking for, a van or some big black sedan. Suddenly he saw a vehicle he knew had not been released yet. It was still in preproduction, or so he thought. It was a Rivian RS1 in a dark grey color. It captured his attention, as well as a few others along the sidewalk, but he didn’t notice the passenger window lowering as it pulled up along side the car parked at the curb in front of him.

“Richard Thompson? Richard Grady Thompson?” the driver yelled out.

“Yeah…that’s me,” Grady responded at the sound of his full name, realizing it was the driver.

“I’m with the Murray Orion Center.”

“Of course, you are,” Grady whispered as he moved around the parked car, set his bag and portfolio in the back seat, and climbed into the passenger seat.

“I’m Isaac,” the driver said holding out a hand.

“Grady,” as he shook the offered hand feeling the strength of the grip, then he noticed Isaac’s build. The polo stretched tight over a muscular upper body, and he realized Isaac looked more like a security guard than a driver, and he wondered about the center and what kind research they were doing.

Grady stood at the window overlooking the valley below still in shock. The pre-production SUV was one thing, but the sight of the center, with all the glass and white paneled walls, was something from a Sci-Fi flick, and he wondered if one of the action-hero movies had ever used it as a backdrop, then he wondered if anyone other than locals knew of it. He had never heard of the place until they reached out to him. He turned and looked across the room. For all the slick modern finishes, and the modern furniture of the lobby area, this room had a completely different atmosphere. A wood table that had to be handmade dominated the center of the room, and not even the modern office chairs lining each side could detract from its presence. Along one wall, a side table that matched the look and detailing. He moved to the conference table and ran his hand along the naturally undulating edge.

“You like the table? It’s a Nakashima piece,” said the man coming into the room. He looked only slightly older. A tall, lean build with dark red hair. “I’m Duncan McIntyre, and Corbett will be here shortly. He is tied up on a phone call.”

“Are you sure you have the right person,” Grady blurted out, shocked to say aloud what he was thinking. He felt his face flush hot, knowing it had to be beet red.

Duncan laughed, then gestured to a seat.

“Let’s wait until Corbett gets here and we can talk. In the meantime, can we get you something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine,” Grady replied as he eased into a chair opposite Duncan.

“The flight up, okay?”

“Yes, and the drive was…can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“The vehicle you sent for me. It’s a Rivian, but that SUV isn’t on the market.”

“And how does our center have one? We did a small favor for them and they in turn let us have a pre-production model. We drive it around working out any bugs for them.”

“I see. And this place? I’ve not heard of it until you contacted me.”

“We’re a small player in the scientific community, doing limited research.”

“Small? This place is…and you’re self-financed?”

“Yes.”

Grady found himself at a loss for words on when the door swung open. A young man walked in, tall and lean like Duncan, only with black hair. Grady began to stand to introduce himself, assuming this was Corbett.

“Sit, sit, don’t get up. I’m Corbett Bentley and I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s not a problem, I’m just glad to be here.”

“I’m sure you’re wondering why we contacted you,” said Corbett as he sat next to Duncan. “What have you guys talked about?” Corbett laid a large envelope on the table and sat back.

“Not much,” Duncan replied.

“Well, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Corbett picked up the envelope, slid out a stack of paper with something typed on it. He slid it across the table so Grady could reach it. Even as he pulled it over and in front of him, he knew it was that controversial paper from college.

“I don’t understand; how? I mean, why do you have this?”

“We’re pushing boundaries here. Looking at theories and hypotheses that some scientists will, quite frankly, dismiss out of hand. There are ideas we’re exploring, and this paper by you, two years ago, explored some of the same ideas.”

“Seriously?”

Corbett nodded as Duncan just sat back and smiled.

“And you want to hire me?”

“Yes,” Corbett replied, then looking over at Duncan, he added, “have you given him our proposal?”

“Not yet,” Duncan replied, then he pulled a folded page from an inside coat pocket and slid it across the table.

Grady reached with shaking hands, slid the folded paper closer, and picked it up. He unfolded it and began to read. The position was perfect, too perfect, then there was the proposed salary. He grew wide-eyed and nearly choked. He folded the paper and laid it down.

“And what do I have to do to accept this offer?”

“Just say yes, Grady,” said Duncan, leaning forward, resting elbows on the table. “Just say yes and let us know how soon you can start. We assume you’re on summer break from teaching.”

“Yes, and I can turn in a notice to the school board immediately and…and I can be packed up pretty quickly and be here in…”

“Grady,” Corbett uttered, and Grady fell silent. “There is no need to burden yourself with rushing. We want you here as soon as you can get here, but we’re not on the clock with this.”

“Yes, of course.”

“How long do you need? Realistically?”

“I think the worst thing for me to do is break my lease at my apartment. Otherwise, it is simply packing up and driving up. I could be back in two weeks.”

“Okay. Plan on taking a week when you get back to get settled before coming in to start work. Give Sharon at the front desk your apartment information and we’ll handle the lease, with your permission, of course?” asked Corbett.

“If you can handle that ownership, then I’ll gladly let you do it.”

“I think we can take care of it. You’ll need an apartment, and we have built a small complex just north of here. We can set you up and it is yours until you decide to buy something nearby or move on to another company,” said Duncan.

“If you can give us a letter of intent, we would be all set. There is a laptop on the side table you can use. Just put the letter in the folder labeled “Unsecure” and we’ll process it from this side,” Corbett added.

“It is nearing noon; shall we go for lunch somewhere and get to know each other?” asked Duncan as he climbed to his feet.

“I’ll call Isaac and have him bring our car around,” said Corbett. “Then we can come back and give you a tour of the place and introduce you to the others.”

August 2021 

Grady had been working two weeks and still felt like he should pinch himself to make sure it was real. He had found himself in a room with the four others he had met during his interview. Two men and two women, all older and looking more confident. But he found himself forgetting his fears, an anxiety of being the new person, when his paper was brought up on one monitor and next to it, a computer model of the dimensional space his theory was based upon. It was the way everyone gathered around him, asking legitimate questions, inquiring if he had considered alternate details of his hypothesis. There was a dry erase board running along one long wall covered in calculations and on the other large monitors next to the ones he was standing in front were running other models.

The two weeks passed quickly, with him working side by side with the others, debating aspects of different theories. He had postulated that there were not only universes in their cosmos, bubbles of universes within the void, like the holes in Swiss cheese as some others had put forth, but there could be alternate universes, true parallel or polar-opposite universes that exist in another dimensional space, one that they may one day be able to open a gateway.

Leaving the building, Grady had decided to have lunch down in Brattleboro that sat on the Connecticut River with New Hampshire on the other side. Frank and Johanna were in Geneva to hear Susskind and Gross on their latest theories, while Carlo was in Colorado rock climbing, and Da xia was back in China visiting relatives. It left him with little to do except explore his theory without the input from the others. He had been doing calculations all morning until his brain was mush and he desperately needed to get away from it.

Strolling out to the parking lot, he approached the white Polestar 2, still not sure he believed it was his car. It had been embarrassing when he drove into the dealership last week in his ten-year-old Honda Civic. But as soon as they saw his current employer, they had treated him as royalty. Having five other employees with one of the Polestar models had no doubt an effect on the sales staff.

He climbed in and was soon on his way. In the passenger seat a novel about two guys finding each other despite the odds. He hoped it spurned him into action, for he had yet to look for a gay bar, browse the online sites, or flirt a bit with some guy he made eye contact when at the grocery store in Brattleboro or at the department store in Keene. He was horny and in need of some companionship, even if it were for only a night. He could go over to Boston for the weekend where he knew there was an active gay scene.

Grady drove into Brattleboro on Highway 9, not turning until he had come to its end on Main Street. He drove south a block, then turned back to the west and looked for a place to park.

Book in hand, Grady strolled back to Main Street to a little café Johana and Da xia had recommended. It was after one, so the café wasn’t busy, and he entered its cool interior and took a seat at a table along the side wall. He looked around the small dining room, admiring the artwork on the walls and the décor itself. Then his eyes fell on one of the waiters. He watched him cross the dining room to the opposite wall, lay a check down then turn and head his way. He turned to his book hoping the guy didn’t notice him staring.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Water.”

“I’ll be right back with that and take your order if you’re ready,” the waiter replied, then moved to the wait station behind a counter. Grady watched him, studied him, sized him up before the guy had time to turn around and head back.

He looked a little taller than his own five foot ten and about one hundred sixty pounds with dirty blonde hair and when the guy arrived back at his table with a glass of water, he saw the eyes were blue, and when the guy smiled, dimples formed on each side of his mouth.

“What can I get you?” the waiter asked.

“I…huh…don’t’ know yet.”

The waiter smiled. “I’ll come back.”

After browsing the menu and the waiter, taking far too long, Grady finally motioned him to come back over. He ordered, handed the menu back, and watched him disappear into the kitchen. Without the distraction, he slid his novel over, opened it to the marked page and began to read.

Grady sat reading, turning page after page, as the story grew intense between the two male characters. His plate had long since been cleared away, his water glass refilled once again, as he became the last diner for lunch. The music was turned up as the waiter and waitress busied themselves with tasks behind the counter. Unnoticed by Grady, minutes ticked by until he had been at the café for almost ninety minutes. A shadow passed over his book and he looked up to see the waiter standing by his table.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“Just the check. I should be getting back to work,” Grady replied.

“Here’s the check. Where do you work if you don’t mind me asking?”

“The Murray Orion Center.”

“Seriously? You work there? What do you do?”

“Theoretical physics.”

“Must be interesting. I understand they also do archeological digs.”

“Yes, but I’m not sure what is involved in that research. They have one wing of the building, and we have the other. Here’s my card,” said Grady laying his credit card on the check.

The waiter hesitated as if he wanted to ask something else, then he picked up the check and card, and headed back to the counter to process it. Grady watched him until afraid of being caught staring, then he picked up his phone to see if any messages had arrived in his email account.

It was midafternoon, and Grady was alone in the brainstorming room going over a calculation that Johanna and Carlos had been arguing over just before they left on their trips. He kept going to one section that seemed wrong but why he didn’t know, so he left it alone for now, proceeding further along the calculation. He didn’t hear the door open or the soft footfalls of someone approaching.

“You looked stumped,” said Duncan as he came up next to Grady.

“Oh, Duncan, yes, I am. There is something off, but I can’t figure it out. I just…”

“Sense it?”

“I know how that sounds.”

“But its true and I understand. It is that feeling we get sometimes right before we make a breakthrough or find out we’re totally off base.”

“I hope it’s not the latter.”

“What seems wrong?”

“The calculations can support other dimensions, but we’re trying to find a way to access one of them. We have access to three dimensions of our space/time but not any of the others. There should be a way to do so.”

“Maybe they’re too small?” Duncan replied, knowing he was not being honest. The day would come, and he feared sooner rather than later, when Corbett and he had to tell them what it was all about. The physics research and the archeological digs for certain relics.

“Maybe…maybe not,” Grady uttered after a few seconds while staring at the dry erase board.

Duncan liked the intensity of Grady, this determination to find the missing piece, but he also knew too much of this pushing one to find answers could lead to an endless loop of failure. He leaned against one of the desks and watched the model for empty space, the undulations within it and knew somewhere in there was an answer. He turned to Grady and saw him staring at one section of the calculation, erasure in hand ready to strike out at the section that troubled him, if only he knew why and what the solution had to be.

“Today is Wednesday, why don’t you spend tomorrow morning getting your notes organized and shoot Corbett and me a report, then take the rest of the day and Friday off. I know you’ve been working hard since arriving and think you may need a little personal time.”

“Really?”

“We all need to charge our batteries from time to time. Corbett and I are flying out for Colorado for a few days. He’s not seen his parents for a few months and there’s some old research his mom had been involved in which he wants to ask about.”

“Maybe I’ll just drive down to Boston and check out the city.”

“You’ve never been to Boston before?”

“Just the airport,” Grady replied, smiling at the fact he had only been through the airport when coming to the facility.

“Go down and talk to Sharon about a hotel room. We get discounts at a couple of them in downtown. Tell her to get you reservations at that boutique hotel in the neighborhood with all the brownstones. I can’t remember the name of it, but it is the best place to stay in town.”

“Thanks, I will,” Grady replied.

“If you get on the road by mid-morning, you can be in Boston in time for lunch.

Friday night, Grady strolled down the street enjoying the feel of the cooling air of night. Dinner had been at a small café and now he was heading to a gay bar. If nothing else, he could have a cocktail among other guys. He wanted companionship but felt torn about just a quick hookup. Everything in his life had changed so dramatically in the last few weeks, and on a path that he had always dreamed of but never felt feasible after his senior year. Now he wished for his personal life to have that same satisfying feel to it. As he passed a couple of guys holding hands the desire for something serious only grew more intense. But he had been in the area for such a short time, maybe he should just enjoy himself in whatever manner was made available.

A quick glance at his cellphone and he saw it was almost ten thirty and he had two messages from friends back in Richmond. Moving to the side, he typed quick replies to each, then continued down the sidewalk. The bar was on the next block, and he quickly found himself going into a dimly lit but noisy interior.

Grady slipped up to the bar between two groups of guys. He heard bits and pieces of their conversations. The jesting back and forth, or serious inquiries about some guy, or a comment that was no different from any conversation of any gay bar he had been in. He got a cocktail and stepped away from the bar, moving to the side of the room and to the back corner where he could lean against the wall. He knew it was a bad habit, one that let him watch the guys when what he should have done is stay at the bar to meet them, sharing in the small talk and banter. He sipped the drink and watched the guys, noting those that were friends and those that were meeting someone for the first time. He was nearly finished with his drink and ready for another, when he saw three guys come in. The first two came in laughing and following them, a guy shaking his head in apparent disgust.

Grady did a double take, realizing the last guy was the waiter from the café back in Brattleboro. He looked different in a black pullover and jeans. Grady watched the group cross the room and to the bar where one of the guys slipped up to it. They ordered drinks, and once in hand, moved back into the center of the space between the tables along the wall and the bar. Grady watched the waiter, who was freer in his movements, more relaxed. There was the way he smiled at the other two guys and the way he would lean in closer, to hear what one had to say.

Grady wondered what the relationship was between them. Was the waiter a boyfriend to one of them? Was the three just friends out for the night, or did they have one of those open relationships that included all three of them. Nothing by the waiter’s mannerism gave a clue. Grady was tempted to go over and say hello, then thought better of it. How many guys did the waiter serve over the course of a few days, and how many would he remember? What was the chance he had made an impression, one strong enough to be recognized a few days later in another city?

Drink down to ice cubes, Grady finally crossed the narrow space and slipped up to the bar on the far end, away from the waiter. It took a couple of minutes to get one of the bartenders over, but eventually he had his drink. He stepped back to move away from the bar, and bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I…” Grady uttered, then froze, seeing the waiter behind him.

“Hey, you were in the café last Wednesday. I don’t know if you remember…”

“You were my waiter. Yes, I remember.”

“I’m surprised to see you here. Well, that isn’t true. I saw what you were reading in the cafe, wanted to comment on it, but it seemed like an invasion of your privacy. But…well, I’m glad to see you again,” the waiter rambled on until Grady had to smile, for it good to see he wasn’t the only person who rambled on when meeting someone new.

“I’m Grady, Grady Thompson.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Benjamin Carpenter.”

“Are those your friends, or is one of them your boyfriend?” Grady asked, hearing the insecurity in his voice. That lingering doubt that something had to be wrong.

“Those two? They’re friends who live here in the city. They are married, have been since graduation from college. I’ve known them since high school when they met and started dating.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“So, what brings you guys out for a Friday night?”

Benjamin looked at Grady shaking his head.

“They get me to come into town to drag me out hoping I’ll meet someone.”

“Do you? Meet someone when you come out?”

“Nothing special in the past, but I keep my hope up for doing so. Maybe…tonight?”

Grady heard it, the opportunity to push beyond mere casual conversation.

“I hope so too.”

“Really? I mean…damn. Look, I’m not a college graduate. I finished high school and started working odd jobs, at first in my hometown of Keene, then I took the job at the café last fall.”

“So, you’re a local boy.”

“Yep.”

“Are you in town for the weekend?”

“Yes, until Sunday morning. I have a shift Sunday afternoon until closing.”

“I’m here until Sunday too. Would you like to get together tomorrow…if you don’t have plans already?”

“No, no plans. I’d love to do something.”

“I’m staying at this bed and breakfast not far from here.”

“The Newton Guest House?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“That place is nice, but out of range of my budget.”

Grady sipped his drink, building up his courage.

“Would you like to ditch your friends and come back and see my room?”

Benjamin smiled, looked back at his friends seeing them give him a thumbs up gesture, then turned back to Grady.

“I’d like nothing more.”

Walking back to the boutique hotel, Grady got the measure of Benjamin. The physical nature of him. A bit taller, around six foot one or so, and up-close standing next to him, he looked lean but muscular. Benjamin walked with an easy gait while using his hands to gesture while talking. Grady saw someone easy going in nature, but still guarded, and he remembered how Benjamin made it a point to tell him he was no college graduate. It seemed like something Benjamin beat himself up over. Grady didn’t care, knowing he had been in a job he didn’t like even with a degree. Maybe, Benjamin hadn’t found the right job, or maybe he was someone who didn’t care about the job, but was more interested in living life, and Grady could accept that too. Not everyone was a go-getter, a professional out to change the world. He felt such stability in his life with his new job at the center, he would not fret over what Benjamin did for a living. He looked over to make eye contact showing he was listening to Benjamin talk about Boston and some of the restaurants they should try, and he found his attraction to him wasn’t hindered by any of it.

At the boutique hotel, Grady led Benjamin up to the fourth floor and to his room overlooking the street. The curtains were open, and the lights of the city illuminated the interior until Grady found the switch to a lamp by the bed. The room was suddenly a warm glow of light. Benjamin went to the window and looked out at the city. Grady eased up behind him and slipped his arms around the narrow waist. He hugged their bodies together feeling a hand rub his arms, then Benjamin pulled to loosen their hold as he turned to face him.

“I’m glad I ran into you again,” Benjamin whispered.

“Me too,” Grady replied, then leaned toward him until their lips touched.

Grady moved over Benjamin, felt a hand take his cock guiding him to his target. He pushed against the tight hole until stretching it open. Benjamin cried out, shuddered beneath him, as he eased the head of his cock into him. Fingers dug into his thighs as he pushed deeper and deeper until over half of his cock was buried inside Benjamin.

“Fuck,” Benjamin grunted.

“Yeah,” Grady uttered as he began to fuck, to tug outward then push back in, shivering with the feel of the tight hole on his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked at the prone body below him. The long torso, the hard cock laying over the stomach, and his cock as he piston it within Benjamin. As the tightness around his cock lessened, his pace increased. Faster and faster, until hammering cock into him. He smacked against the spread ass and rocked the bed until it squeaked in rhythm to his fuck.

Fucking until sweat trickled down his face and even Benjamin was gasping for breath, Grady finally slowed, then eased out of him.

“Roll over,” Grady uttered.

Benjamin got up, and on his knees and elbows. He looked over his left shoulder at Grady moving up between his legs.

“Come on, fuck me.”

Grady put his cock against Benjamin’s hole and sunk his cock all the way into it. Every inch, and he pushed against the firm ass as he grabbed Benjamin by the waist. He tugged outward until his cock hovered between them, then he shoved it back into him. Over and over, until he couldn’t take it, and he buried his cock into Benjamin and began to fuck. A fast fuck. Flesh smacking against flesh.

Grady reached out with one hand, taking Benjamin by the shoulder and pulled him up on knees. Arm wrapped around the neck, he pulled him back against his chest. It increased his arousal, the feel of smooth skin, slick with sweat, rubbing his chest. He hammered his cock inside of him, faster and faster, until roughly rocking him at the waist.

“Fuck…take me,” Grady uttered breathlessly, then shoved into Benjamin all the way and came.

Grady eased out of Benjamin, guided him to lay down as he got down between the long legs. The hairy calves tickled his skin as he moved to the leaking cock. He held it up, and dragged his tongue over the tight sac and up the shaft until tasting the drool from the head. He sucked it into his mouth and pushed down until taking nearly every inch. A hand came to his shoulder, another on top of head. He moved on Benjamin until he felt the cock flex against the roof of his mouth and the hand on his head push him down. The cock swelled thick on his tongue, then gushed cum until he had to swallow.

“Fuck,” Benjamin uttered in an exhausted voice.

“Come on, shower with me,” Grady asked as he climbed to his feet and held out a hand to help him up.

Benjamin smiled, took the hand, and came to his feet next to Grady.

The shower ran warm, and Grady maneuvered Benjamin under its spray. He washed his back, ass, and down each leg. He guided him to turn, and he worked his way up, over legs, around hardening cock, and up the stomach and chest. He kissed him while pushing him against the wall. Body against body, he felt the soap slick skin against his own and it made him harden.

“Grady, suck me until I’m hard, then fuck me…fuck me again.”

Grady took Benjamin in his mouth. He toyed with him, manipulated the cock until it was hard as rock and curved upward. He stood and guided Benjamin to turn around. Hands and forehead against the wall, Benjamin moved his feet back, spreading them opening himself to Grady.

Grady moved to him, put his cock at the top of his ass and rubbed it down between the cheeks. Up and down, he rubbed his cock, circling in on the tight opening until he was pushing against it. He breached the tightness once again and sank into Benjamin’s depths. Soon he held the narrow waist and hammered his cock into Benjamin’s depths. He reached around and took him in hand. He stroked him as he fucked. His pace increased until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the bathroom. Leaning forward until against the back, he fucked to the point of exhaustion. He felt Benjamin’s cock swell, then flex in his hand, then Benjamin shuddering against his chest, and he knew Benjamin was coming. The thought of it, the sweet release, and he shoved into Benjamin’s depths and came.

  

June 2022

Jason looked across the pit at Callum who was on the phone pacing back and forth. Those that made the final discovery leaned against the side of the pit while the remainder of their crew stood around it. He checked his watch again, wondering how quickly they could pack up and get out of the country. The dig was illegal. It wasn’t the first one to be so, but it was the most worrying, for they were north of Nepal, within the southern region of Tibet within the borders of China.

Four years ago, when Callum and he had accepted the positions at the Murray Orion Center, they would never have agreed to such an endeavor. But a couple of instances at the next couple of digs and a long meeting one night two years ago with Corbett and Duncan had pressed upon them the necessity of finding the artifacts. The withered forearms with the coal black index fingers.

Corbett and Duncan had demonstrated abilities that left them speechless, then told of what they had come to understand about the relics. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, especially with the test results of their finds to date. Nothing conclusive, no element known to man that explained the staining or reaction that caused the fingers to turn. Duncan explained the events that led them to create the center and search for every relic they could find, and any historical data that would help explain them.

There had been their first dig, the one in Chile. It had been a fucking disaster, for the relic had been stolen at the airport. At the time Jason and Callum could not understand the anger expressed by Corbett, then even more surprising from Duncan too. They would come to know how bad it was to lose one of the relics. After almost four years, it still had not surfaced. They had regrouped at the center, tightened protocols and Corbett hired a security consultant who created a team for each dig. It had seemed such overkill, but Jason looked across the illegal dig site somewhere in Tibet and knew there wasn’t near enough security should the Chinese government discover their presence. It was nerve racking the way they had to fly in early in the morning before daylight, using a Chinese Z-11 helicopter in the hopes it would draw less attention. Then right after darkness, the helicopter came to retrieve them. During daylight hours they were on their own, and the flight over the mountains back to Nepal was nerve racking.

He thought of the other digs, the one in the Afar desert in Ethiopia, then the dig south of Angkor Wat along the bank of the Siem Reap River, the one that left three of the crew sick for days in Siem Reap Provincial Hospital. Jason considered how Corbett always had the next dig site selected, packing them up on one of the company jets. Next had been the most surprising location, a site overlooking Bay of Islands, west of Cox’s Cove in Newfoundland. Corbett’s coordinates had been shockingly perfect, and within three days they had found the stone box that contained the skeleton with its withered arm. The next dig had been a site just north of the city of Damascus, followed by Le Devoluy, France, and finally the dig last fall, at a site east of the ruins of Calakmul in Mexico.

Duncan had said this was the last dig for the artifacts, that their research showed only nine had been in existence, their creation at different times in history. Callum had asked what would stop more from being created. The answer was unnerving in Duncan’s non commitment to answering the question. Corbett had promised to fill them in completely, but they had more research to complete and for Jason and Callum, it was more important for them to keep digging until all seven remaining relics were in possession of the center.

Jason saw Callum end his call and move around the pit toward him.

“We going to bug out as soon as possible,” said Callum.

“Before dark?” Jason replied.

“Yes. The helicopter is on its way, should be here in forty minutes. We’re to get the relic and the stone box packed up.”

“What about the gear?”

“We’re to toss it in the pit and if we have time, cover it up. We’re not to waste time on the gear; just get our crew and the relic on that helicopter and get out of here.”

They worked diligently getting the relic, the box and its lid wrapped up ready for their flight. The two security guys helped the crew bury the gear, and once the Z-11 came into view flying low over the rugged terrain, they were standing out in the open with the boxed-up relic, anxious about the exposure.

The helicopter landed close by and with blades still rotating, they loaded up the boxes, climbed on board and told the pilots to get them back to Bajura Airport. It was about 160 kilometers, almost half over Tibet. The helicopter spun up the rotors and lifted off. Nose down, it spun around and headed toward the mountains towering into the sky to their south. The pilots keep close to the ground, dust swirling up behind them. As they entered the mountains, the pilot stayed in the valleys as much as possible, climbing over ridgelines only when necessary.

The sun was on the western horizon when they came to the Bajura Airport and its dirt runway and landing field. Parked nearby was a Viking DHC-6 Twin Otter. The sight of the twin engine prop plane brought a smile to Jason. He knew the craft, having flown in them all over the world. A rugged reliable short take off craft, perfect for places like Bajura.

As they loaded the plane, an airport official came running up looking frightened. The interpreter, Chevis Matthieu, a mid-thirties language graduate from France, one of the best per Duncan, came over as the official ran up to Jason and Callum, talking as fast as he could.

“It seems the Chinese spotted the helicopter and know it isn’t one of their’s,” said Chevis, trying to listen to the official’s rambling rant.

“Tell him it’ll be gone in five minutes,” said Callum, motioning the pilot of the Z-11 to spool it up and go.

Chevis told the official then listened to his reply.

“It has to be out of the country. The Chinese will find it if it remains,” Chevis interpreted.

“Not a problem. We have it covered,” said Callum as he smiled at the official. “Don’t tell him this, but that helicopter will be nothing but scrap metal by tomorrow.” Callum knew the pilots were to take the Z-11 to India where a crew of locals were ready to dismantle it.

The DHC-6 loaded up, crew safely on board, the pilot pulled to the runway, throttled the engines, and headed down the runway. As the plane rose the runway ended and the ground dropped away almost as fast as the plane climbed. A slow banked turn to the right and the plane headed south. It was a short flight, and soon the plane was descending for a landing at Chaudhary Charan Singh Airport, in India.

As soon as the plane came to a stop at an area to the east of the main terminal, two black Mercedes vans pulled up, with side doors sliding open.

“Okay, let’s get loaded up and to the hotel. The company jet will be here first thing in the morning,” said Jason. He saw Callum talking to the security guys, knowing another crew waited for them at the hotel to watch the vans over night while they got cleaned up, food, and some much needed rest.

The next morning, the crew arrived at the airport just after sunrise to find the center’s jet parked on the tarmac awaiting their arrival. The Bombardier Global 7500 sat in the early morning light, the white upper section of the fuselage reflecting it while the bottom, a sharp contrast to the white, was dark blue. The center had no identification on the plane, the same as all their craft. The crew got the relics loaded, then climbed on board. The plane taxied to the runway, spooled up the jet engines, and thundered down the runway. They would fly non-stop to Hawaii, where they would refuel and get some rest, then finish their journey back to the center the next day.

Murray Orion Center

Vermont, United States of America

Corbett sat at his computer, hands hovering over the keyboard. To his right, the mouse sat in the field reflecting one of the four large screens on the wall. Around it the icons for different programs. It was a custom configuration that ran programs created just for their needs. He leaned back and stared at the upper right monitor. It was an interactive map the Pacific Ocean and surrounding land masses. An icon for the Bombardier was moving out over the ocean on its way to Hawaii. On the monitor below, Callum’s report on the dig, with photos of the relic within the stone box, then one of its top. He zoomed in on the top while remembering what Callum wrote up on the small carving at one end. A simple rectangle contained the only writing. Callum had theorized it was some old version of the Xiang language. Corbett wasn’t as sure, and he zoomed in closer. He’d seen similar symbols before but at first couldn’t remember where. He pulled up photos of the other artifacts of the other digs. Ethiopia, Angkor Wat, Newfoundland, then Damascus, and he stopped, scrolling back to one of the first images from Damascus. He skipped the stone box the skeleton had been in, instead looked at the artifacts that had been with it. It was a small stone tablet that caught his eye, one that had three columns of writing. The first an early Semitic language of the Amorites, then the Cuneiform script of early Babylonia, and in the next column, a language they had passed off as an early middle eastern writing from the north or northeast. Corbett looked at it now, positioning it side by side with the Tibetan dig. He shook his head at the similarities and how the differences could be just the writing styles of those who carved them.

Corbett wished Duncan were there, but he had flown to Scotland to talk with his father about a relic from the Newfoundland dig. Corbett looked up at the upper left monitor with its map of the Atlanta Ocean and in Glasgow, Scotland sat the icon for the Gulfstream G700. It would remain there until early morning Scotland time before bringing Duncan back to Vermont. He was tempted to call him but set his phone back on his desk and climbed to his feet. Crossing the private research room, one separate from those in the main research and laboratories of the building, he moved past the bookshelves and dry erase board to the wall of white enameled panels like the ones utilized on the exterior façade. He punched a code in what appeared to be a thermostat and two panels moved inward then slid apart. He smiled as he passed the bookshelves, remembering how Duncan wanted the secret door to be behind it, and a book to be the hidden switch. Corbett had told him to stop watching spy and action hero flicks, which was silly. A bit of unnecessary theater.

Passing through the doorway, the panels closed behind him as the lights came up in the room. Along one wall, sealed glass cases with the skeletons from each dig. In the center of the room, rows of steel boxes with glass tops containing the other artifacts from each. He moved past the case with artifacts but where the wall case was empty. It was for the Chile dig, and it was still his intention to get it back. Duncan and he had tried to find it, merging together over the years to try to find it. Whoever had it, kept it buried deep in the ground or within a heavily shielded room.

At the Damascus case, he looked at the tablet laid out in one corner. In person, up close, the writing looked even more like that from Tibet.

Corbett straightened up and turned to the wall with the skeletons. He stared at them wondering what secrets each kept hidden from him. It didn’t make sense how they came into being at different times, some very early in civilization, then others, like the one in Newfoundland, from as late in history as 1,000 A.D. But then they stopped, not another since. He wondered about the span of time from the first one to the last and if it was simply too soon for another to be created. But the thing that drove Duncan and he nuts, kept them busy in their research, was how they were created and for what purpose. The one from Egypt had fallen into the wrong hands and almost became a disaster, but then the one from Scotland of about the same age as the one in Newfoundland, had shown them the way to the one from Egypt, as if whoever or whatever created them knew what was to come forth.

When the crew got back from the Tibetan dig, he could do a better comparison. He moved toward the secret door, and it opened as he approached it. He shut off the lights in the room and headed back to their residence. He hated cooking for just himself and worse, sitting at the dining table alone. He would shower and change, then drive down to Brattleboro to the tavern in downtown. Maybe one of the local bands would be playing. As he headed out, he wondered if Grady would like to go with him. He knew Grady would accept any excuse to go if he could hook up with Benjamin.

The Laboratory

Dr. Klava Smirnov stepped off the elevator and strolled down the short hall to the doors straight ahead. She slipped her security card through the panel to one side, let it scan her eye, then stepped back. The doors swung open, and she entered the room on a mezzanine that overlooked a laboratory. The room was 100 meters long by 60 meters wide and the exposed rock ceiling above curved overhead 40 meters above. Dr. Smirnov looked over the floor below, different areas doing various research projects, all based around the relic that sat in a glass chamber filled with bluish gas, used to slow deterioration. She was looking for Dr. Pavel Federov or Dr. Vladimir Morozov, the latter she finally spotted near the glass chamber in discussion with two lab technicians.

Dr. Smirnov moved to the stair descending to the main floor and strolled straight to Dr. Morozov. The other scientists and technicians moved out of her way, each fearing her for she wielded more power and authority than anyone else at the laboratory. When she drew near, she called out.

“Dr. Morozov, why have I not gotten the results of the last experiments?”

Her tone was accusatory, sharp as a razor, and Dr. Morozov spun around to face her, stuttering the first syllable of his attempted reply. He gathered himself, took another breath and began again.

“Dr. Smirnov, I’m sorry, but each test was negative. We got no response.”

“NONE? Nothing?”

“Yes, Dr. Smirnov.”

“It’s been nearly four years. What are we paying you people for?”

“We just don’t know how to trigger it. Dr. Federov has gone back through the reports from the Egyptian find, but they are vague and conflicting. There are references to a lightning strike, which we have attempted to recreate, but…” He stumbled over his words, fearful of continuing.

“But, what?”

“If we use the full voltage we can generate, we’ll burn the relic to dust. It’ll be a one-time experiment, and since we can’t generate the power of a lightning strike, we fear failure.”

Dr. Smirnov took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then scanned the room seeing the fear and anxiousness of the staff. She turned back to Dr. Morozov and moved closer, so close he almost took a step back.

“Our leader wants results, and I need to give them to him. I’m out of patience with your excuses. Do something or you’ll find yourself in a more remote place than this, that I can promise you, Dr. Morozov.”

“You want us to do the test?”

“Is it the only remaining test you have to do?”

“Yes.”

“Then run the goddamn test.”

Dr. Smirnov spun around and walked back to the steps up the mezzanine. She didn’t look back as she climbed them, then went out the doors. When the doors closed, the staff seemed to exhale in relief as one, and Dr. Morozov wiped his face with a trembling hand. He feared the test nearly as much as he feared Dr. Smirnov. But not enough to stop from doing it. He looked at the two technicians seeing the same fear on their faces. They knew what he was about to say.

“Gentlemen, how soon can we have the test ready?”

Murray Orion Center Private Airfield

East of South Shaftsbury, Vermont

The dark red car quietly slowed on the main road, turned on the private drive and pulled up to the gate. It sat silent as the gate opened, then with only the noise of the rolling tires, eased forward. The guards had come to know this newest car, a Lucid electric car owned by Corbett Bentley. They watched the unique automobile disappear around a curve heading to the private airfield.

There were two flights expected over the course of the day, and once they arrived, they would close the guard station, secure the gate, and return to their private quarters at the back of the property. The job had seemed too good to be true. Limited hours, but once on call, they knew to expect a day or two of long hours. But that was far outweighed by having homes provided to live in.

On this day, they just had to wait for a short time, knowing the flight from Scotland was due soon, and the other sometime after lunch.

Corbett pulled around to the massive hanger. There were four hanger doors across the front, three down but the first one was open. As he pulled up, the largest on the far end began to fold upward. He stopped just short of the first door and climbed out. Sam Kerry came out meeting him halfway carrying his usual clipboard. It seemed quaint to Corbett, this primitive means of keeping track of everything at the airfield, but for Sam it worked, and he never failed to download the data by day’s end for Corbett to look over.

“Corbett, Duncan’s flight is on final approach. They should be on the ground soon.”

“Good,” Corbett replied, looking up in the sky expecting to see the plane, knowing it was still some distance out. “What about the flight from India?”

“They are running a few minutes behind. Bad weather in the west made them swung northward.”

“If I know Francis, he’ll make up the lost time by pushing it,” said Corbett referring to the pilot of the Bombardier.

Sam laughed, nodding in agreement. Then he held out the clipboard he had been carrying.

“The service report on the helicopter.”

“The 109 PG?” asked Corbett referring to the Augusta Westland 109 Power Grand.

“No, it’s the VIP,” Sam replied, referring to the other Augusta Westland, the AW109 Grand Versace VIP, his and Duncan’s personal helicopter.

“Oh, yeah, I guess it was time for some service, which reminds me, we’re going down to Providence in three weeks to meet my folks.”

“It’s on the calendar,” Sam assured Corbett.

Corbett scanned the airfield, always wondering about improvements they could or should make. The small tower looked more like a fire tower for woodland than an aviation tower for an airfield, but Duncan kept reminding him that it was visible from the main road and best not to draw too much attention. Corbett thought it silly, for the jets drew plenty of attention every time they took off and landed. Looking back at the hanger, he saw the single-engine plane that Sam owned. It was a Pilatus PC-12 NG, one Sam bought at an auction. It had been a DEA confiscated plane and there had been repairs needed, such as a new door to the cabin (bullet holes), two windows (again, bullets but from the inside trying to shoot out) and a whole new interior (the original had been stripped out except for two seats but everything had to go since it was contaminated with enough white powder residue to make a man high just sitting in it). Sam had done most of the work himself and Duncan didn’t think Corbett knew about it, but he had contributed to the repair costs, Duncan telling Sam it would be a good backup craft for short journeys. Sitting in the early morning sun the sliver plane did look good and Corbett wondered when he could get Sam to take him up.

“Duncan is on approach,” Sam said after checking his cellphone. He turned and headed toward the hanger to prepare for the plane’s arrival.

Corbett looked up and saw the plane on its final approach. The landing gear lowered and as it neared the runway, the nose rose as the plane descended. He watched the wheels touch down, then the plane slow as it passed and once at the first turn off, it turned to come back to the hanger. As it maneuvered up to the open door, he went to meet Duncan.

Very quickly the door opened, and the steps lowered, and Duncan came out, satchel slung over one shoulder.

“The crew still getting back today?” asked Duncan.

“Yes, should be here around two,” Corbett replied. He moved closer to Duncan, lowering his voice. “You want to go for a late breakfast or brunch down in Bennington?”

“That sounds good for I didn’t have time to grab something before the flight, so I’ve only had snacks.”

“That junk Sam keeps on the plane?”

“Yep,” Duncan replied.

Corbett drove down Highway 7 until they were in downtown Bennington. They had been in the town before, walking its small downtown checking out restaurants and taverns. Parked in a small gravel parking lot, they made their way into one of the diners. It was busy despite the late morning hour, and they took a seat along the front wall.

With their orders placed, Duncan leaned forward.

“Did you see my report?”

“Yes. Your father doesn’t know anything about that skeleton.”

“And neither did your mom.”

“But I don’t understand why it didn’t affect them in some way more pronounced. Why did it transfer to us, their children?”

“Or why it did affect that guy from North Korea.”

“It has to be about the lightning strike.”

“In the desert of Egypt, on a clear day?”

“I know, it sounds a bit crazy.”

“Well, let’s see if this last one has anything to tell us.”

“Are we sure it is the last one?”

“You felt it too. There was this last one out there and no other…”

“Manifestation?”

“Whatever,” Duncan replied, never liking the way Corbett described it, the vision they got when they joined to seek out the relics.

Corbett pulled out his cellphone and did a search while Duncan finished his breakfast.

“What are you looking for?” asked Duncan as he pushed his empty plate back.

“You’ll see,” Corbett replied, looking up and smiling.

“Sounds like trouble.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Back in the car, Corbett pulled out and headed south.

“Where are you going?” Duncan asked, smiling for he knew Corbett was up to something.

“Not far,” Corbett replied, making a right turn.

A short drive and Corbett pulled into the parking lot of one of the local inns. Duncan chuckled as Corbett parked, then the two of them went inside to get a room.

Inside the small room, one of the least furnished, for Corbet knew they didn’t need a sitting area, just the bed. He led Duncan next to the bed where he began to undo the buttons of Duncan’s shirt. Then he got Duncan’s pants down, helping him step out of them. Duncan finally naked, he rose to the flaccid cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked, tongued, and worked his lips over it until it filled his mouth. He tugged on the sac and fingered Duncan’s ass as he sucked until fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Corbett, stop, stop,” Duncan cried out.

Callum and Jason sat in the front lounge chairs, with seat belts fastened. Jason looked back to check the rest of the crew, seeing everyone was ready to land.

“I bet Corbett will be at the runway waiting,” said Callum.

“I’m not taking that bet, especially knowing Duncan landed this morning.”

The plane descended, the trees and fields coming into greater clarity until suddenly the end of the runway passed underneath, then the plane touched down and braked. The pilots got the plane to the hanger and parked just outside the raised door and shut it down. Callum opened the door and lowered the steps, descending to the tarmac with Jason right behind him. Before them was Corbett’s new car with he and Duncan standing at the front waiting.

Jason stayed at the plane overseeing the unloading of the relics while Callum crossed the tarmac to Corbett and Duncan.

“Any problems?” asked Duncan.

“No, everything went as planned,” Callum replied.

“We’ve gotten some chatter from China, but they have nothing to go on,” said Corbett.

“Getting the helicopter out of Nepal and disposing of it was a wise move. There was no way to hide that thing in Nepal,” said Callum as he came to stand in front of the guys, holding out some photographs.

“This it?” asked Duncan.

“That it is,” said Callum.

Corbett took the photographs and he thumbed through them with Duncan looking over.

“It’s like the others,” uttered Duncan.

“Let’s get it to our lab,” said Corbett.

Siberia

The land was rugged, frozen, with low plant growth. Down a dirt track in a region were there was very little of civilization. A village or some military outpost, or in some remote place, a cabin that belonged to the most rugged and isolationist of people. The track circled around low mountains, then out onto a tundra. In a desolate barren area, a concrete structure protruded up from the ground. It was barely four meters to a side and only three high. What no one who had ever stumbled upon it knew was what lay beneath. They would assume missiles aimed at the Americans or maybe a bomb shelter for some of the leaders of the country. None would guess a laboratory lay 40 meters down.

The day progressed as usual, a biting cold breeze from the Artic swept over the land. The sun dropped in the western sky, and if anyone had been looking at that moment, they would have seen two military jets cut across the yellow orb.

Suddenly the strangle silence and nothingness of the land was shattered. The ground shook as if an earthquake were occurring, then it swelled upward, one meter, two, three, then it collapsed. The depression was thirty meters deep and sixty meters in diameter.

No one was around to see or to know that just before, deep below, alarms sounded, and red lights flashed. Men and women were running for one of the elevators, and those who knew the futility of it had rushed to the stair.

The laboratory had exploded, everything pushed out from the main room, then just as suddenly, everything came back on itself, sucked into a vortex. The implosion was stronger, more violent. Within seconds little remained of the laboratory. The vortex spun within the collapsing space, shrinking in size until it was no more.

Russia announced the tremors picked up around the world were from an earthquake, one in a desolate place where no one was living. They would continue with the lie for the next day, until a bombing in Jordan moved attention away. But the Kremlin would push to get a military crew to the site, sending out messages to the nearest base.

At the site, deep within the former laboratory, a section of the upper level not over the laboratory lay in ruins. No plane was straight or level: no wall, floor, or ceiling. The compromised space was pitch black with nothing electronic working.

But in the largest office, a light began to glow, one blue in color. It grew brighter, then moved to the door. Dr. Klava Smirnov came out, right hand held out in front of her with a glowing sphere of light hovering over it. She moved with sure footedness and looked around at the destruction wrought by the test. Her black eyes looked where the light illuminated, then further out through the dust and diminishing daylight. She knew she was the sole survivor and had the power of the relic to thank for it. The laboratory had set up the experiment, thick aluminum wires circuited to an array around the relic. They had turned off all nonessential equipment before turning on the system. The lights had dimmed from the huge draw of electricity and fans struggled to control the buildup of heat. She had been on the mezzanine watching when it happened. As the power began to flow into the relic, a blue sphere formed around it and kept increasing in size. She knew it was dangerous to remain, the reports from the Egyptian event still in mind, so she had rushed to the doors. Electrical charges shot around the room behind her as her hair stood on end. She had to wait impatiently for the doors to slide open, slowed by the drain on power. Before opening all the way, an electrical charge had hit her in the back of the head. It lifted her off the ground and created a glow around her jerking and shuddering body.

When the power cut off, Dr. Smirnov fell to the floor. The room glowed blue, the sphere around the charred relic continuing to swell larger and larger. She came to and looked at the sphere as it filled the room. She jumped to her feet then ran, squeezing through the stopped doors, down the corridor to the stair pushing others out of the way. She had climbed frantically to the next level and exited as all the others kept climbing. She had run to her office, the most remote room from the laboratory, sensing it was the safest place to be.

Now she came out of the busted door to find the ground that had been above now lay in crumbled broken sections below her. A bowl-shaped depression where the laboratory had been. She walked out into the open, then rose. Higher and higher until she could float to the ground outside the depression.

Murray Orion Center

Vermont, United States of America

It was drizzling rain, had been for the two days since everyone returned. Lights illuminated the center, a beacon of human enterprise in the lush woodland of the mountains. Down below, two black Tahoe SUVs approached. They moved in tandem, and once at the drive up to the center, slowed and turned on it.

Corbett stood at the window of his front office, Duncan at the small bar pouring a water.

“They’re here,” said Corbett.

“You sure it is the CIA?” asked Duncan.

“You saw it yourself.”

“I wonder what they know?”

“Enough to cause trouble,” Corbett replied turning to his desk. He picked up the receiver to internal phone system and hit the red button.

“Yes, sir,” came Malcolm’s reply, the leader of security for the shift on duty.

“We think the CIA is coming for a visit. Not sure why but make them comfortable in the library and Malcolm.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t let them know we were expecting them.”

“Will do,” and the line clicked off.

“He is so by the book,” said Duncan coming to the desk.

“But he does his job well.”

“So, you’re playing the lead on this one?”’

“Sure.”

The SUVs pulled up to the Porte Cochere at the front entry and parked. Four men exited each vehicle but those in the second took-up places around them while the four from the first made their way inside. The receptionist began to greet them, but Malcolm came out a door from behind her and moved around the desk.

“Gentlemen, I’m Malcolm with security, how can I help you?”

“We’re here to see Corbett Bentley and Duncan McIntyre,” said the man in front.

“And may I ask who you are?”

“The CIA.”

“I see, well, I’ll let them know you are here. If you will follow me, I’ll set you up in the library where you can be more comfortable.”

Malcolm brought the four men into the library and noticed two set up a perimeter while the man that spoke and the one what walked the closest to him took a seat in the large leather armchairs in the center of the room. The room was two stories tall with a mezzanine circling it to access the upper section of shelves. There were no windows, and there would be no eavesdropping on any conversation within it from outside.

Corbett and Duncan made the men wait twenty minutes before entering, Corbett moving to the large leather sofa opposite them, and Duncan strolling over to the Nakashima Conoid desk, taking a seat.

“Gentlemen, I understand you are from the CIA, which is a surprise to us. I mean, why would you be bothering to come out here?” asked Corbett.

“Mr. Bentley, I think you know why. But I’ll humor you. I’m Simon Mayfield with the agency and this is John Richardson from NSA. We have a situation that involves your little archeological digs.”

“And what would that be?”

“We know you’ve found some relics that should have been turned over to us, and we’re interested in seeing them and what you have discovered.”

“The CIA is interested in some old relics?” said Duncan, drawing the attention of the men.

“We’ve got a lot of blank spaces in our information, but there was one in Egypt a few years back that has come to our attention.”

“We know that one; it came to our attention as a relic we missed out on. Have you found it?” asked Corbett, still playing his role.

“I think we both know no one is going to find that one. But we’re here to talk about the one from Chile. The one that got stolen from you.”

“Yes, a most unfortunate situation. We were careless, not believing anyone would steal something like that, but you know the black market. Something like that could be worth thousands of dollars to the right person.”

“But why would a government want it?” asked John Richardson, speaking for the first time.

“A government? You tell me,” Corbett replied.

John Richardson lifted his briefcase, a metal case with two security locks, and he cleared each one, opened the case and took out a manilla folder. It surprised Corbett to see something so archaic, but he leaned forward and took the offered folder.

Corbett opened it on the coffee table as Duncan came to stand behind him. He spread out a few aerial photos of a barren landscape, one close-up shot showing a small structure. He saw images of military trucks coming and going from the place, and in one photograph, a Mi-8 Russian helicopter parked nearby. He recognized the outline of it and knew it was military by the camouflage paint scheme.

“A Russian helicopter…this is in Siberia,” Corbett uttered.

“Very good. Now can you tell us why the Russians stole your relic from Chile?” asked John Richardson.

“This is where the Russians took it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” asked Duncan.

“Yes.”

“Well, I have no…” Corbett stopped, looking down at the last few photographs he just slid into view. The structure was gone, instead he was looking at a large depression in the ground. By the size of the military trucks parked at its edge, it was obvious the depression was massive.

“The Russians said it was an earthquake, but no earthquake has ever isolated itself to such a small area, and that is almost a perfect circle.”

“Was this a missile silo?” asked Duncan as Corbett looked closer at the images.

“No. We think it was some kind of research facility from our intercepts of communications,” said Simon Mayfield.

“There was a massive power build up, something satellites picked up, and when it exploded, or imploded by the looks of it, seismic monitors in the northern hemisphere picked it up,” added John Richardson.

“Any survivors?” Corbett asked, knowing there was at least one. He couldn’t say it to the men before him, for there was no way to explain how he knew, but aware of the event, he became aware of a survivor. He sensed them, still far away, but the same darkness the North Korean had radiated.

“Not that we are aware. Do you think there are survivors?”

Corbett shrugged his shoulders as he put the photographs back into a neat stack, set them in the folder, and held them out to Simon Mayfield.

“I have no idea but looking at that depression, whatever was down there looks destroyed by the weight of the ground on top of it, so I’d be surprised.”

“We would like to see the other relics,” said John Richardson.

“Do you have a warrant?” asked Duncan.

“No, but do we need one?”

“Yes, for I’m afraid you’ll contaminate them, or worse, try to take them from us.”

“Or is it you just don’t want us to see them?”

Corbett pulled out his cellphone, hit three numbers then listened.

“Zhilan, can you bring the photographs of the Callum and Jason digs to the library?”

He listened for a few seconds, nodded to himself, then replied to something said to him. “Yes, those are the ones. We have guests from the CIA and NSA who are interested in them…yes, I know.”

Corbett ended the internal call, slipped his phone back into his pocket and sat back.

“We’d prefer to see them in person,” said John Richardson.

“We have them in special storage to preserve them, and to take any of them out isn’t a big issue, but putting them back properly prepped…well, that takes some time,” Corbett replied.

They sat silent, no one saying anything else until Zhilan, one of the researchers who was mid-forties, petite, with short hair, came into the library. She smiled at John Richardson and Simon Mayfield, but both men knew it was not one of greeting as she handed an envelope to Corbett.

“Gentlemen, these are images of all the relics found at each site,” said Corbett, knowing the photographs had been censored, not all of them having the forearms within the images. To a lay person, there would be nothing unifying about the group of relics from each dig.

John Richardson took the envelope, pulled the photographs out and scanned through them. He looked up with a questioning expression.

“This is everything?”

“Yeah, why, was there something you were expecting in those digs?”

“We were…well, we’re not sure what to expect.”

“I see; you’re fishing for some lead to this little mystery from Russia,” said Duncan and he watched each of them look up with expressions of men just caught out in a lie. “I trust we’re done.”

“We’re done…for now,” John Richardson replied, climbing to his feet, followed by Simon Mayfield.

“I’ll have Malcolm show you out,” said Corbett and at that moment the door opened, and Malcolm came into the room. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have some more pressing matters that require our attention.”

Corbett and Duncan left the room not looking back once, leaving Malcolm and Zhilan with the two men. She bowed slightly and followed them out as Malcolm approached them to escort them to the front entrance.

Corbett and Duncan stood in the elevator taking them up to the floor that connected to their private research facility and residence. The cab stopped moving, the bell dinged as the door slid to one side. They stepped out and headed down the corridor.

“What do you think?” asked Duncan.

“I think we have a really bad situation on our hands,” Corbett replied.

“You felt it too?”

“Why didn’t we feel it before?”

“We weren’t looking for it; not in the right place anyway.”

“It was like having the lights turned on in a dark room. I saw that depression and I saw it, then I felt them.”

“Did you see the date?”

“Yes. Two days ago.”

“They are really desperate for answers.”

“But you know it won’t help if they were told the truth. What are they going to do with their cyber-tech and weapons?”

“What are we going to do?”

“First we find the person who escaped that laboratory.”

“You think it is like Egypt?”

“Yes, only this time the Russians were trying to activate the relic.”

“It means they know too much.”

“Maybe…maybe not,” said Duncan as he opened the door to their laboratory.

Arisen

The military base sat outside the small town where the men and women lived with locals running businesses to support them. To their south, the Sea of Okhotsk. It was early morning, the hours of darkness when there settled a silence over the land. Two guards, Andrei and Nikolai, stumbled along half asleep while making their rounds. The German Shepherds tugged at their leashes, sniffing the ground and air as they moved along the fence. They came to the north side of the base where the grade rose to a level plateau, affording a view over the base and the terrain to the north. One of the dogs grew agitated and the other began to bark. Nikolai tugged on the leash, shining his flashlight over the ground and through the fence.

“Nikolai, what is that?” asked Andrei pointing toward the north.

“I have no idea,” Nikolai replied when he saw the small blue light in the distance.

They swung their rifles from shoulders to their hands holding the barrels pointing out toward the blue light. Nikolai shined the flashlight toward it, but the distance was too great to illuminate it.

“Identify yourself!” Andrei yelled.

The light continued to approach, and with Andrei’s yell, began to grow larger. Soon a shape began to materialize behind it, then it was apparent it was someone who appeared to be carrying the enlarging light. Their right hand was outstretched holding it aloft.

“Stop! Stop! I’m warning you, we’ll shoot,” yelled Nikolai.

The person kept coming toward then until only twenty meters away. Andrei raised his rifle and aimed at the person. The blue orb of light suddenly flew toward them. It passed through the fence and both men, leaving a circular section burned out of the fence and only dust where the two men and dogs had been standing. The person came to the opening in the fence, each wire end glowing red hot and smoking, and passed through without slowing. At the edge of the plateau, Dr. Klava Smirnov looked over the military base. She smiled, for it was perfect. She was going to send a message to the men who considered themselves leaders of this great country. She was going to show them how fragile that hold on power could be. She looked at the blue orb, guiding it to hover over the base. It increased in size and brightness, bringing those awake out to look up at it. In the nearby town, people came out too, pointing at the sky wondering what great weapon of war the country had developed.

The orb drifted down until only about ten meters above the buildings. It went from blue to red, then to orange. The people below began to feel the heat of it and ran. Some back inside buildings, others toward the roads that led off the base. The orb turned yellow, then white, then it exploded in a blast of white-hot heat and light.

Duncan was at his desk and Corbett was leaning over the observation table looking at the withered arm from Tibet. The phone rang, a screen refusing to show the number.

“This can’t be good,” Duncan uttered as he looked at the ringing phone.

“What is it?”

“No number comes up.”

“Answer it and put it on speaker.”

Duncan hit accept, then the speaker button twice, putting it over the room’s speaker system.

“Hello?”

“Is this Duncan or Corbett?”

“Both of us are here,” Duncan replied.

“Good. This is Simon Mayfield with the CIA.”

“We remember,” Corbett called out, his voice full of sarcasm.

“There has been a development and we think you may be able to help us understand it.”

“What would that be?” asked Duncan.

“My department tells me your computers are as secure, if not more so, than our system, so I’m going to send over a file once I get your email address. Look at it and call me back at the number in the email. We’ll be waiting to hear from you. The sooner the better.”

“The email to use is unsecure at MOC dot com,” said Duncan.

The call ended abruptly, and Duncan looked across to Corbett.

“Sounds ominous.”

“Let me know when the file arrives.”

“It is in our system now, being scanned…and it is now ready for opening.”

Corbett moved over next to Duncan and looked up at the large monitors pole mounted over the desk. A file came up, CIA logo, then warnings about tampering with government documents, then more warnings, until the file finally opened. The initial files were satellite images and at first neither of them understood what they were seeing. Then Duncan leaned closer to the monitor.

“That is a small town, or what’s left of it, but the photo is titled a military base.”

“There’s no military base for this whole area is a blast zone. Look at how everything on the perimeter is blown outward from this central location.”

“Looks like a small yield nuclear bomb.”

“I don’t think so, or the CIA wouldn’t be sending it to us.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s see what we can pick up,” said Corbett stripping off his gloves and tossing them on the table with the relic and going to the door that led to the room they called a brainstorming room. The room they used to join together.

The door was secured, and lights dimmed. Corbett and Duncan sat on the raised platform, one padded and covered in soft tan leather, a sharp contrast with the rest of the room of blacks and gun-metal greys. The ceiling was sixteen feet above the floor, giving them plenty of room for their connection.

Duncan held out his hands, knowing it wasn’t necessary, but it made it easier. Something about the contact let them read each other’s minds and make a stronger connection. Corbett lay his hands in them, and they focused their attention on each other and on opening the other dimension. A blue light appeared overhead, then drifted to one side of the room. It grew in intensity and size, until they could see the unfolding of space.

It’s not like the past times, Duncan thought, relaying it to Corbett.

No, it feels like a different dimension…a different portal, Corbett replied to him through their connection.

Or a different gateway.

The sphere unfolded until it was over three meters in diameter. Duncan and Corbett hovered over the platform, still holding hands. They saw movement within the sphere, then someone came into view. They looked human but their features were slightly different. There face was longer, their upper body that was visible was leaner. Looking out were eyes vivid blue and larger than normal.

“You’ve discovered the gateway between our worlds,” the person stated.

“We don’t understand. Where are you?” asked Corbett.

“I’m in an alternate space-time universe.”

“A parallel universe?” asked Duncan.

“Not exactly as you envision it, but that is close enough of a description.”

“And you speak the same language?” asked Corbett.

“No. We have the capability to translate.”

“Do you have a connection to the hands we’ve found?”

“Yes.”

“What are they and why are you leaving these relics?”

“The relics, as you refer to them, were originally meant as warnings, but I’m afraid some of the latter messages had an ulterior motive.”

“Warning? What kind of warning and why scattered through our history with such apparent randomness?” asked Duncan.

“Wait,” Corbett exclaimed. “You’ve been able to open this alternate dimension for thousands of years. How advanced are you to us?”

Was it a smile, Corbett wondered, for the person’s visage was distorted?

“We live in a world where the conflicts and descent into superstition did not affect us. While you were empire building, then collapsing, waging war, and going backwards, like your Dark Age, we kept advancing, and we had the added benefit of about twenty-five thousand of your earth years head start.”

“You’re our future,” Duncan uttered.

“Not exactly, but we’re a possible future if you can move past your warring and prejudices. The relics were to be warning, but we misjudged your early primitiveness and inability to access them.”

“But why bother to warn us?” asked Corbett.

“Of the various worlds in different time-space realities, you’re the closest to our world and therefore we…feel you. We sense you at a level that is uncomfortable when you are at your most horrific.”

“And the ones that were not warnings?”

“A rogue element in our world just wanted to end your existence. Send humanity on your planet into extinction. They thought it the only way to rid of us the discomfort.”

“We have eight relics, and we know one was destroyed and one has been stolen from us,” said Duncan, adding, “are there more out there?”

“No, we stopped a long time ago. But the one that was taken from you is a danger. You need to find the one who has absorbed its power.”

“Can you help us find it?”

“We need a gateway to your world, and it causes disruptions that effect both universes in profane ways, but we do have surveillance methods, and wherever that one is located is out of sight to us. But the last relic transmitted to your world by us, one our surveillance indicates was the last one you discovered may be able to assist you in searching for the rogue element. It was sent as a warning for that relic that someone has accessed.”

“How do we access it safely?” Corbett uttered as he considered the implications.

“Someone needs to interact with it. An electro-magnetic phase connection. And one more word of warning.”

“Yes?”

“You’re going to fall into a regressive time, one of turmoil and wars. We advise you to relocate to a safer place.”

“And where would that be?” asked Duncan.

The person within the sphere held out their hand and an image unfolded, one of rugged mountains, some peaks covered in snow. Corbett and Duncan looked at the image and its place came to them.

On The Move

Dr. Smirnov drove along a narrow unpaved road across a flat landscape. On each side of the road was fields and pastures with a scattering of trees in small clusters, nothing large enough to be considered a proper woodland. Expertly, she navigated the road in the stolen UAZ Patriot, an SUV that had been clean and undamaged, its white paint perfect. But she had taken it from a secured lot, crashing through a gate. She had since run two police officers off the road to prevent them from pulling her over and after more than 2,400 kilometers, the SUV was filthy with a busted-out grille and one headlight and damaged body panels down both sides. But it still ran strong, and she pushed it hard to take her to her destination.

She had been driving non-stop except to get gas for the SUV. She had not eaten or stopped for bathroom breaks since setting out. Her every thought was on getting to her destination and not letting anything get in her way.

The road rose in elevation while entering a rugged mountain chain that stretched from the south to the north for as far as the eye could see. The road curved, rose then fell, as it snaked through the valleys. She came to a valley were the road leveled out and had to slow for a military check point. She didn’t notice any signs for a base nearby and wondered why one would be in such a remote place. She pulled to a stop behind a box truck and waited.

She could see the soldier talking with the driver of the box truck, a nod of the head, then a smile. The box truck started up and eased through the gate and Dr. Smirnov considered running it but pulled up to the lowering gate and waited.

“Driver’s license,” the soldier stated. It wasn’t a question.

Dr. Smirnov had none of her personal effects. She had been stealing gas, and had no need otherwise of her money, credit card, or driver’s license. She pretended to be taking it out, then reached out, hand down so the soldier couldn’t see it was empty. When he reached up, she grasped his hand. Her grip was so tight bones could be heard breaking. The soldier tried to cry out, but he could only gasp for breath. He tried to pull away, then fall to his knees but Dr. Smirnov held tight. Suddenly he turned pale, then grey as his body withered. He gurgled as if trying to choke, then fell to the ground when she finally released him. He lay dead in a mudpuddle appearing much older than before.

Another soldier ran out of the guard shack and as he ran in front of her, she floored the accelerator running him down and crashing through the gate. She accelerated hard, putting distance between her and the check point. She could see where she was within the mother country and knew she needed the SUV to survive just six more days. In six days, she would be close enough to start the process of bringing the nations to war.

She was going to strike two cities that would stir up anger and fear. One to torment the west, especially the Americans, and one to stir up the Middle East and their allies, maybe even her own country would be dragged into it sooner rather than later. And if need, there was a third city, one closer to the heart of the west, that if she needed, it too would be reduced to ash.

Confession

Corbett went into the archeological wing of the facility. He knew Callum was examining the stone box of the last relic with Jason running test on some material samples. He entered the research room, a long narrow stark white room with bright overhead lights. Down the middle was one long table with work counters down each wall, with lab equipment, sinks, and glass door refrigerators and freezers. Callum was bent over the top of the stone box, magnifying glass in hand, going over a section of it.

“I hate to interrupt but could the two of you meet with us in an hour up in our research lab?” asked Corbett.

“Sure, we’ll be there,” Callum replied, looking up from the stone top.

Jason rolled away from the centrifuge turning to face Corbett. He nodded in agreement.

“Good. I’ll see you in an hour,” said Corbett, then he left the room.

In the opposite wing, Duncan entered the physics lab, finding everyone standing before a section of dry erase board, Johanna holding an erase up to one section ready to wipe it clean.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we would like everyone to come to our research lab. Say, in an hour?” said Duncan.

“Yes, we’ll be there,”

Duncan nodded, then left the room. Carlos stepped toward the door as if he was considering going in pursuit of Duncan, then he turned to the others.

“What do you think they want to talk to us about?”

“Who knows, but it’ll be intriguing if we’re to go to their lab,” said Johanna.

“You guys haven’t been there before?” asked Grady.

“Only to see it during our job interview, but since then, no,” Johanna replied.

A phone rang and Carlos realized it was his phone. He slipped it out, looked at the caller ID questioningly, then hit accept.

“Hey, Callum, what’s up?”

The others watched Carlos as he listened to Callum then he shrugged at them.

“We’re to be there too, and no, we have no idea why,” said Carlos into the phone, then he ended the call. He looked at the others. “I think this could be an interesting meeting for Jason and Callum will be there too.”

Everyone arrived in the corridor leading to Duncan and Corbett’s private lab at the same time. They strolled down the corridor silent, each wondering what this meeting would be about. The door to the laboratory was open and when they entered the room saw Callum leaning against one of the tables waiting for them. Behind him another door was open to the brainstorming room, just the faintest of light spilling out.

“Carlos, if you don’t mind, close the door,” said Callum. “Okay, we’ve called you here to show you what the research you do is all about. But first, let me tell you a little tale. Back in the summer of 1980, my father and Corbett’s mother were on a dig on the eastern coast of Scotland, a place very near the dig Callum and Jason would be on a few years later. These two digs are connected, but in an unusual way. The ruins that held the memorial to two men, one of which was supposed to be the next king of the territory, were not only in a relationship that caused them to ultimately flee the region. The unusual aspect of the two men is they were delivered by the same woman, one who was considered a witch in her time. We’ve found various spellings of her name, but we think the most accurate is Catismandua, and she eventually died, and her body ended up off the coast at the bottom of the North Sea. Her skeleton remains were retrieved by a diving group looking for treasures, not some human remains, and they gave them to crew on the dig at the coast, the one our parents were a part. There are aspects of this that we worked out in a way that cannot be part of any official report, and so we’ve kept it within our records but not in any release.

Now we get to the part of this story that will test your understanding of reality and what you think is possible. During that summer back in 1980, my father and Corbett’s mother cut themselves on the skeleton remains of Catismandua. It was not the way a transference of information was to occur.”

“What do you mean a transference?” asked Johanna.

“I’ll get to that, but I ask you allow me to tell this story, then we’ll remove your doubt and disbelief of what I’m about to tell you.

“We’ll jump ahead to the fall of 1988 when Corbett and I were born. We were born on the same day, and both of us having a small birthmark on our index fingers. We were tall skinny kids who excelled at our studies, skipping two grades, and had the opportunity to skip a third but our parents refused, thinking the age difference of two years would be hard enough. It would be sixteen years before our parents crossed paths again and the next summer found our two families vacationing together in Scotland. It is when Corbett and I discovered a connection between us, but at the time we had no idea how it was created or what it meant, and for years afterward the meaning of it would elude us.

“The next summer Corbett and I were to spend a month of our summer break hiking the Appalachian Trail. It was a fortuitous arrangement for it was during this hike we discovered just how powerful this connection was between us. We could unfold another dimension. We could use it travel through space-time and manipulate it to capture space here in our three-dimensional world.”

“What? You’re joking? Pulling our leg?” said Callum.

“Sounds crazy, I know, but let me finish and we’ll show you.

“Do any of you remember that explosion in Egypt back in the summer of 2017? The one at an illegal dig?”

“I remember it,” said Jason.

“One of the relics like we’ve been collecting was at that site and the North Korean man leading the expedition interacted with it in some manner. We think the description of a lightning strike had something to do with it. It gave him the ability to control the weather, or maybe it was some more nuisance aspect of the atmosphere, something at the molecular level, but if you remember there were numerous storms forming. They were 100-year storms, growing impossibly large and strong, then they just dissipated.”

“I remember how there were several regions, the Gulf Coast here and the eastern region of the Pacific that were terrified at the prospects of what they were facing,” said Jason.

“Corbett and I were able to intercept the man and stop him.”

“How?” asked Carlos.

“We put him in another dimension of space.”

“You’re fucking with us,” Callum uttered, and Duncan smiled at him knowing how it sounded.

“We didn’t understand why the relics existed and why one had influence over Corbett and I and seemed not to be harmful, while the one from Egypt had been the opposite.

“Yesterday, Corbett and I joined. That is how we describe it. We have the space through that door to do it, and yesterday we joined and this time we didn’t unfold the dimensional space we had in the past. It was different this time and it brought us in contact with another version of our world, one in a parallel space-time dimension. It was from there the relics were created in past times, and they were meant to be warnings. A means of trying to teach our civilizations that we were on a path of destruction and repeated failures. They did this because our parallel worlds were too close, a connection existed that troubled them with our stupid cruel ways.”

“But what about the one in Egypt?” asked Callum.

“A rogue element in their world decided it was better to have us ended rather than try to educate us. The one in Egypt and the one from Chile stolen from us were the two rogue relics.”

“And that means we’ve got a problem?” asked Callum.

“A big one. Intelligence from the CIA has provided us with data that indicates it ended up in an underground lab in Siberia and several days ago there was an explosion-scratch that-implosion that destroyed the lab. Then a couple days later, a miliary base near the coast on the Sea of Okhotsk was leveled.”

“Nuclear blast?”

“No radiation. We think it was the power of the relic, which had been transferred to someone from that laboratory.”

“And where is this person now?” asked Grady, speaking up for the first time.

“That is the question. We’ve tried to track it, but the person is good at shielding themselves, but we have a clue to where they are going. Somewhere in the Middle East.”

“That would a good place to stir shit up,” said Carlos.

“To put it bluntly, yes,’ said Duncan.

“This is crazy. You’re telling us the archeological digs focused on finding these relics was about some warning from another world, and the physics side was to try to understand the dimensional space Corbett and you were dabbling in?” asked Callum.

“We knew there was something important about them, and after Egypt, we feared another one could be dangerous,” said Duncan.

“Okay, we’re set up,” said Corbett from the opening, capturing everyone’s attention. “Let’s do this.”

Everyone stood around the perimeter of the room near the walls, except for Corbett and Duncan. They moved to the leather platform in the center of the room, sat crossed legged facing each other and held hands. Some expected some sort of chanting or utterance, but they were silent as the connection between them formed. A light formed, small, barely noticeable, then it increased in size while floating to one side of the room. Eventually everyone could see how space within it seemed to unfold. Grady was the closest to it, the expanding orb hovering between him and the platform.

Duncan and Corbett began to float upward, and the air felt charged. The lights dimmed and flickered. Then it appeared as if someone were in the orb. Human but not human, their features more exaggerated. As everyone watched the orb, no one noticed Grady had become frozen in place. His head tilted back, then his eyes rolled upward until only the whites showed. When he left the floor and began to hover in space, it drew the attention of the others.

“Don’t touch him!” Corbett exclaimed.

Grady floated upward and began to rotate slowly matching the spin of the orb. They circled each other for a few minutes, then Grady drifted over Corbett and Duncan continuing to slowly spin.

“She nears her destination,” Grady said in a flat tone, then after a long pause he continued. “She nears the places that are full of superstition and dogma and will use it against humanity. She nears, moving…south…through Turkey…to…to…to…she draws near…Jerusalem…Mecca…she’ll destroy each…exist no more…she draws near and will destroy one other…she’ll destroy Rome…Rome…Rome…Rome,” Grady repeated then he rotated into a horizontal position and drifted toward the floor as the orb folded within itself until it was gone and Grady lay on the floor unconscious.

Benjamin crossed the dining room, plates lined up one arm and another plate in the hand of the other and came upon the table at the front window.

“The grilled chicken salad,” said Benjamin as he set the plate before one of the women. “The turkey wrap,” he said as he set the next plate down. He moved around the table until all four had their food. He had just refilled their drinks, so he stepped back and let them return to their conversation and the food before them. He started to head back to the kitchen when he saw one of Grady’s bosses approaching the café. It was the one from Scotland, Duncan, and he looked worried. Benjamin sensed something was wrong and it involved Grady. Duncan came into the restaurant and quickly spied him standing near the front.

“I’m Duncan McIntyre from the Murray Orion-“

“I know who you are; what brings you here?” Benjamin asked.

“Can we talk, somewhere private?”

“Just a minute,” said Benjamin, and he quickly went to the kitchen taking off his apron. He was back within seconds, heading straight for the front door. “Let’s talk outside.”

Benjamin led Duncan down the sidewalk to the side street and away from everyone.

“What’s happened?”

“We had an accident at the center and we’re not sure what happened, but Grady got knocked out. We had him flown to Boston as a precaution.”

“He’s unconscious? How long?”

“Since early this morning.”

“Jesus.”

“Tests indicate there is nothing seriously wrong.”

“But he’s still unconscious?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got to see him. I need…which hospital?”

“I’m flying down as soon as I get back to the center. Would you like to accompany me?”

“Yes, yes, I just need to let Rachel know…Jesus, who’ll take the rest of my shift and…but I have to go.”

“Come on, let’s go back and I’ll talk with her.”

Duncan pulled around the center back to the private garage, pulling into his space. He led Benjamin through their private residence, their private research section, then into the main building, taking an elevator to the roof.

Benjamin followed him every step, eyes focused straight ahead not noticing his surroundings. He wanted to ask so many questions, but on the drive back, Duncan had told him everything he knew. Now it was just getting to the hospital as fast as possible. The drive to the center had been in the opposite direction and seemed to be the wrong decision. Maybe he should have taken off in his car and headed to the hospital on his own. He would have been almost halfway there by now.

The elevator came to the roof top penthouse and Benjamin followed Duncan out to the roof where he saw a large private helicopter with rotor starting to move. It was dark blue trimmed in silver and white and had no company logo on it.

“Come on, let’s get on board,” said Duncan, leading Benjamin to the open cabin.

They climbed aboard and Duncan closed the side door.

“Let’s get in the air,” Duncan exclaimed.

Benjamin watched Duncan fasten his seat belt and he copied him, securing himself in the seat just in time for the helicopter to lift off. It rotated around, then with a pitch of the nose down, seemed to dive over the side of the building, but the pilot quickly gained speed and altitude until they were well above the terrain, flying to toward the east, and to Boston.

Duncan made a phone call and Benjamin overhead him tell someone they were in the air and would be there soon. Then they rode in silence. It wasn’t long and the city of Boston came into view. The pilot swung south then curved back to the northeast, following the Charles River. Over Longfellow Bridge, then a sweeping turn to the right and the pilot was taking them down on the helio-pad of Massachusetts General.

“Go to the airport and wait for us there. I hope we’re flying back tonight, but if not, I’ll let you know as soon as possible,” said Duncan to the pilot as he slid open the side door and climbed out.

Benjamin followed him, across the roof to the entry doors in front of them. Inside the building, Duncan led him to a bank of elevators where they went up to one of the top floors, which one Benjamin hadn’t noticed. They went through security doors, then down another corridor until they came upon a room with several people standing or sitting outside of it.

“He’s in here,” Duncan whispered, leading Benjamin into the room.

It looked all wrong. Grady lay on the bed looking perfectly normal. No tubes in his nose or drip put in a vein in his hand. Just a monitor beeping in the corner. Benjamin moved to the bed feeling so short of breath he thought he would pass out. He clutched the rail on the side of the bed, knuckles white with his tight grip.

“Oh, Grady, what’s happened?” Benjamin uttered.

“He seems to be in some kind of deep sleep,” said Corbett.

Benjamin looked over, realizing Corbett was in a chair in the corner, holding Grady’s chart.

“How?” Benjamin asked.

“I think it was an electromagnetic wave…field…or…I’m not sure,” Corbett uttered, the frustration evident in his voice.

“We want you to talk to him. Maybe it’ll help,” said Duncan, moving to stand next to Benjamin. “Come on, Corbett, let’s give him some privacy.”

“Grady…I don’t know if you can hear me,” said Benjamin, voice quivering. He took Grady’s hand and leaned close. “You’ve got to wake up. Please. I don’t know what happened but you’re okay. There’s nothing wrong with you. You just have to wake up.”

Grady lay still, unmoving. Benjamin had a moment of despair, then he grew determined. He leaned down until his lips almost touched Grady’s left ear.

“Grady, it’s Benjamin. It’s time to wake up,” he whispered.

Grady moved, just a small shift of the head, then he opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling. He lay for just a second, then shot up gasping for breath.

“Grady! Grady! Just breathe. Breathe,” Benjamin exclaimed hugging him.

Grady took a few deep breaths then hugged Benjamin in a tight embrace.

“I remember,” Grady whispered, then he pushed Benjamin to stand. “Where’s Duncan and Corbett?”

“In the corridor.”

“Get them; we have to talk.”

Two Days Later

Sam watched the G700 being prepped. It was to take off within the hour heading to Tel Aviv, making a stop in Madrid. He didn’t know the circumstances, but knew it was for no dig or research. Corbett had been too serious in their conversation, too determined to get off the ground this morning as soon as possible. A quick glance at the mountains to the east, he looked at the brightening sky, knowing in about two hours the sun would rise above the ridgeline.

Corbett’s red Lucid Air rolled up silently and he jerked around, still struggling with the silence of the electric car. Corbett and Duncan climbed out, retrieved their luggage from the trunk, and headed toward him.

“The plane will be ready in about ten minutes. They’ve just capped off the fuel and doing a last check.”

“Good. We’ll get on board so we can take off as soon as it is ready,” said Corbett, moving past Sam heading straight to the jet.

Duncan stopped, watching Corbett walking toward the jet, then he turned to Sam.

“If something happens, you know what to do. Right?”

“Seriously? What is going on?”

“Sam, I can’t tell you, but you have the documents?”

“Yes, they’re still in the safe, and I know I’m to open them in case something happens to the two of you.”

“Good. I need to get on board,” said Duncan.

Fifteen minutes later, the Gulfstream G700 was on the runway spooling up the jets. It began to move, slowly at first, then it increased its speed quickly as it thundered down the runway, lifted off, and angled into the sky. It rose quickly. Sam watched it climb, bank to the left, heading east. He watched until it was no longer visible, then he headed to his office where he could track the flight while worrying about this mission Corbett and Duncan were undertaking.

Grady led Benjamin into his bedroom. He had never felt better, and ever since leaving the hospital the day before was constantly horny. He came up behind Benjamin and tugged the towel from around his waist.

“Again?” Benjamin asked in a jovial tone.

“Yes,” Grady replied pushing him down on the bed.

On his back, Benjamin watched Grady move over him. He spread his legs and when Grady was on top of him, wrapped them around the narrow waist. Grady kissed him, ran hands up and down his sides, stroking his skin, and pumped hardening cock along side his own. He felt the increasing heat between them. This stroking of each other’s desire. His own cock grew rock hard, and he felt Grady’s cock slide over his abdomen until the skin was slick.

“Fuck…Grady, stop teasing me,” Benjamin whispered.

Grady took Benjamin’s hands and pushed them down on the bed holding him down as he kissed him. Then there was a shift in position, Benjamin lifting his knees up higher and Grady moving down until he had his cock at Benjamin’s opening. A slow push, and Grady was half buried inside him. Then he began to fuck.

Hips moving with a steady rhythm, Grady pumped his cock inside Benjamin until so aroused he was close to release. He eased out and rolled to his back.

“Get on top; sit on me,” Grady uttered.

Benjamin rolled over and smiled as he climbed over Grady. He rubbed his ass over the hard cock, then raised up over it. He held it up and moved down on it, not stopping until he had every inch. Then he moved up and down, a steady pace, fucking his ass on Grady’s cock. He felt Grady’s hands on his thighs, fingers digging into the flexing muscle. His own cock flopped between them. He leaned back and took his cock in hand. Ass pumping up and down on Grady, he stroked his cock with the same brutal pace.

Benjamin came first, cum erupting from his cock and raining down on chest and stomach. He hadn’t slowed fucking his ass on Grady’s cock while he came. He kept moving, didn’t stop until Grady cried out, shoved upward hard, and shuddered with release.

Dr. Smirnov was driving a stolen military truck. The Russian 25 Ural was a 6×6 truck capable of off-road travel, and she maneuvered along the dusty narrow road that cut across the desert in Syria, closing in on her first target.

She traveled at night when near a city but during the daytime when in open terrain, relying on the military truck blending in, to the point no one paid attention to her. After crossing the Euphrates River, she got off the main roads and drove the unpaved roads of the desert.

It was midday, and out in front of her, she saw dust billowing up. After a few minutes the dark dot of a vehicle came into view that was stirring up the dust. It was heading straight toward her. She grimaced at the inconvenience of it but tightened her grip on the large steering wheel while increasing her speed.

She kept her eyes on the approaching vehicle as they closed the distance between them. It began to take form, went from black to dark green, eventually coming into focus. She recognized it, for she had ridden in one frequently back in Siberia. It was a GAZ-3308, and large enough to be a problem. She hit the brakes, bringing the big truck to a stop, dust concealing her for a few minutes. It was enough time for her to climb out and move to the front. When the dust settled, she stared at the approaching truck then created a swirling blue orb that hovered over it. She increased the orb’s size until larger than the truck. Not hesitating, not interested in toying with these soldiers, she dropped it to the ground. Dust blew up with the impact. When it blew clear, there was nothing of the truck remaining, only a slight depression in the ground where the orb impacted it.

She climbed back into her truck and proceeded to her destination, swinging around the depression with a smile of satisfaction.

The Gulfstream G700 was on approach for Adolfo Suarez Madrid-Barajas Airport. Duncan and Corbett were both on their computers, had been since taking off. They were searching their data base for anything unusual that would give them a location for the Russian heading toward the Middle East.

“Are we sure Jerusalem is the first target,” asked Corbett, sounding frustrated with his search.

“You know as well as I, that is what Grady revealed: Jerusalem, then Mecca.”

“Have you tapped into that spy satellite that looks in infrared?”

“Yes, and into a weather satellite too.”

The pilot told them to prepare for landing, making both look out a window where they saw the Spanish landscape below them.

Duncan tapped at the keys of his laptop, then he stared at something on the screen.

“Hey, I think I’ve got something. Look at this,” sending a link to Corbett’s computer. “It’s a satellite image from the Syrian desert. See that blue dot from about an hour ago, just north of the point where Jordan and Iraq come together on Syria’s border. It is there in one image, then it is gone.”

“Can we zoom in on that spot?”

“Yes, but there is nothing there…wait just a sec. To the southwest, a dust trail of a vehicle.”

“Out in the desert alone.”

“Wanna bet that is our Russian.”

“We need to get on the ground and into a secure place. We don’t have time to fly to Israel.”

“I’ll book us a room at one of the hotels nearby.”

“I’ll get us a car.”

Dr. Smirnov drove on a highway, one that cut below Al-Safa. She could see the dark basaltic lava field of a past volcanic origin. It contrasted sharply with the surrounding desert terrain. It meant nothing to her except letting her know she was in the southern part of Syria, nearing Jordan. She would cut through the northern part of Jordan, then somewhere north of the Dead Sea, cross into the West Bank.

She was so close she felt an excitement not felt since Siberia when she leveled that military base. That had been just a display of her power, a minor display. Soon, the world would see the full extent of it when she leveled Jerusalem. She would use her power to fly to Mecca and before a day had passed, both cities would be gone. Flying made her feel weak, took a lot of her energy, which was why she took the time to drive. It allowed her to visualize her plans, relish what she would do in bringing the world to war. But this close to her goal, she would push herself to the breaking point.

She considered waiting after Mecca and see how the world reacted. But she relished the idea of leveling Rome, it made her feel joyful, something rare in her life. She had decided not to wait but fly straight to Rome once finished with Mecca and take care of it too. She would bring the world to war like none in the past, no matter how much it may weaken her. 

The hotel was near the terminal, but the room Corbett had reserved faced Barajas. Duncan closed the curtain as Corbett sat cross legged on one bed.

“Come on Duncan, let’s get this over with. We know roughly where the Russian is located so we should be able to find them easy enough.”

Duncan climbed on the bed facing Corbett.

“This seems too easy.”

“Like with the North Korean?”

“Yeah. Do you think we’re that powerful?”

“I think we have a capability that gives us an upper hand. That Russian has no idea we’ve been looking for them, or how we can approach them. I’m just not sure if their power can be used against us when we’re near them.”

“Maybe the spatial difference will shield us.”

“I hope so. They leveled that military base. There was nothing left of it.”

“Let’s do this.”

They held hands and the connection between them occurred immediately. The room fell from view as another dimension opened around them. They moved through space-time, then hovered over the region of Israel, Jordan, and Syria. Within the stark landscape they saw it, a glowing dot moving around the dark rocky region in Syria. Floating down they drew near the dot until they could see it was a military truck. It was moving fast down a section of road that was straight, angling toward the southwest.

“We can’t hesitate,” said Corbett.

Dr. Smirnov stopped the truck in the middle of the road. She sensed she was no longer alone. Someone was nearby. She sensed them. Them; she knew there were two, not one. She climbed out of the truck and moved to the front of the truck surveying the rugged terrain for signs of them. There was nothing. No structures, no vehicles, not someone on foot. She appeared to be alone. But she knew there were two people nearby. She looked up and gasped.

High in the bright cloudless sky she saw a distortion of space, a growing orb of fractured light. She didn’t know how but knew those she felt were within it. She pointed a hand toward it, bringing her own orb of disruption into being. It was so small against the other, but she would grow it, make hers larger, more powerful. She would overwhelm this thing that dared to interfere with her plans.

“Fuck, she’s doing something,” said Duncan

“I can feel it. No time to wait,” Corbett replied.

They focused on an area behind the truck, a spot out of sight to the woman standing in front of it. They unfolded the other dimension, doing so until it was as large as the truck.

The blue orb next to them turned red and they could feel the heat from it. It made them sweat and struggle with their concentration. They tightened their grip and focused on the unfolding dimension, moving it over the truck. She saw it and turned to react, but they moved fast, dropping the dimensional space over her, then quickly began folding it. The orb next to them glowed orange, then yellow. Electrical discharges struck the surface of their orb of space-time. They grew so hot it was difficult to breathe, but they increased their focus, feeling success was in their grasp. They folded the dimensional space until it was the size of a person, then half that, and continued folding it until it was a dot of bright blue light. The orb next to them dissipated, then disappeared completely. The blue light grew faint, then vanished.

Dr. Klava Smirnov had been staring up at that orb in the sky as she attempted to attack it. Then everything went black. She opened her eyes to a darkness, a sense of being in a void. There was no sense of direction. No up, or down. Was she breathing air? Was she conscious or was this a dream state?

Then she stood on ground. Smooth, slick, solid. She looked up and saw a spiraling galaxy of stars, larger than anything a telescope had every seen. She shivered from a coldness that felt within her body, and she felt exhausted. Without considering where she found herself, she lay on the hard surface on her back. She looked up at the brilliant sky, the endless stars before her, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Her breathing slowed until nothing. She ceased to exist as Dr. Smirnov. Her particles seemed to melt into the surface absorbing her body until not even that existed.

Duncan and Corbett woke to find themselves laying face to face. Their hair was wet and sweat still trickled down their faces. They smiled at each other, each knowing they were successful. Duncan moved first, bringing their lips together. They kissed gently, then passionately, each so aroused from their bodies feeling such energy. It happened every time, but it was more intense this time. They tore at the other’s clothes desperate to get them naked.

Duncan pushed Corbett to his back and straddle his waist. He moved over the hardening cock, rubbing his ass over it. Then he held it up and eased down on it. Slowly, he opened for its penetration. Lower and lower, he descended taking inch after inch, until he had most of it inside him. Then he moved up and down, slowly at first, sensing every inch tug at his opening. He loosened to the penetration and moved faster, up and down so fast the bed rocked beneath them.

Corbett grew so aroused he had to slow Duncan. He sat up bear hugging their bodies together. The contact was hot, slick with sweat. Duncan moved slowly up and down within his arms, dragging hard cock over his stomach. He rolled Duncan to his back and took each leg at the ankles. He spread Duncan, opened him up for his fuck. He put his cock to the loosened opening and pushed, sinking all the way into him. He fucked with the same determination, the same brutal pace, unable to hold back. He watched Duncan stroke his own cock, while he piston cock inside him.

“Fuck…” Duncan uttered, then shuddered with release. Cum erupted from his cock spraying thick wads from neck to stomach.

Corbett slowed, moved down on top of him, smearing the warm cum between their bodies. He ground his cock in Duncan’s depths, worked his hips to pump it within him, until he too came. He shivered with each ejaculation, pushing inward with each one.

The shower ran hot, Corbett pushing Duncan under its spray. He ran soapy hands over him, more for stimulation than for bathing. He manipulated the half erect cock until once again rock hard. He fingered the loosened hole, slipping two, then three fingers into it. Then he went to his knees and took Duncan’s cock and sucked.

Corbett worked his lips along the long shaft and tongued the head. He kept up his manipulation until Duncan began to work his hips, pushing the cock deep in Corbett’s mouth. Corbett held still, letting Duncan fuck his mouth. Faster and faster, the cock pumped through his lips until Duncan cried out and filled his mouth with cum.

When Corbett stood, Duncan turned to the wall and pushed his ass out. There was nothing that needed saying. Corbett stroked his hard cock a few times, put it to Duncan’s hole and penetrated him. He held the narrow waist and fucked. Slowly, gently, feeling every inch push through the tightness as he buried his cock all the way inside of Duncan. He leaned forward, kissing the shoulders, the back of the neck, then stood and increased his pace.

It was just a fuck. A simple sexual connection between the two men, but it was everything to them. This most primitive thing between humans that gave pleasure, provided a distraction from all of the insanity of one’s life, and simply showed each other how much they desired them.

And for Corbett and Duncan it was much more than that. Soon Corbett held tight to Duncan’s waist and pushed inward all the way and came.

Six Years Later

Grady looked over at Benjamin. After hours of flight, he still couldn’t believe he had talked Benjamin into coming with him. There had been long conversations late into night. Arguments and questioning the why and what for on the move. Grady had struggled with keeping Corbett and Duncan’s secret. The things they knew shocked him, but he knew the source of the information, and Benjamin would never believe it.

He thought about his life with Benjamin, setting him up with his own restaurant outside of Wilmington close to the reservoir. How the research at the facility had changed after the events six years ago. The archeological department focusing on North American digs, and supporting the university in Glasgow, Scotland with their archeological research. His department continued with its research, collaborating with various universities, pushing the boundaries of man’s understanding of the universe. Their research into dimensional space, space-time, and the expanding universe had come to the attention of the layperson, with articles in various magazines and documentaries televised in various nations laying out their latest hypothesis. Hypothesis that Corbett, Duncan, and the rest of them at the center knew were not mere educated guesses.

He looked out the window at the rugged Andes Mountains, somewhere in the far south of Chile. Corbett said it was not the best place for the changes happening in the climate, but those hardships could be easily overcome. It was the turmoil between man that made this the best place. Somewhere far away from the traditional powers of the nations and their conflicts that only grew worse over the last few years. There were wars over water, food, and there was the simple imperialism, some nations desperate for some past perceived glory.

He thought about the place he considered home, the United States and how it had become such a divided society, so many having their fundamental rights taken away from them. Those with the power believed they were making a better society, one that they deserved, but the economy continued to spiral down for all but the very richest. The description oligarchy was used more and more often. Brutality had taken over policing that was supposed to serve the communities, and the country continued a decline in science, medical research, and every metric that defined a prospering society. China was the true world leader now, economically powerful beyond anything the United States had been. Russia was a shell of its former self, but it had never been the power it pretended to be, nor what other nations portrayed for their own political reasons. Other nations tried to rise, to fill the voids left by the old powers, but one crisis after the next kept them hobbled.

The jet banked left, then right as they descended and he could see the new center, the one perched near the top of a mountain. It was in stark contrast to the rugged mountain surface with its smooth white walls and large expanses of glass.

“Wow, so this is the new center,” said Benjamin, looking over Grady to look out his window.

“Yep,” Grady replied.

“Jesus, how much did this cost?”

“I have no idea. It is five times the size of the Vermont center and the location was a devil for the construction company. Duncan lived on the phone and flew down so many times to coordinate something on the site, but it is finally finished.”

The jet curved around the mountain, following the valley, and on the opposite side of the mountain, the runway came into view. It lay in the valley, just a runway and a taxi lane.

“Where’s the hangers?” asked Benjamin.

“In the mountain. Everything but the fuel storage is inside it.”

“And that is part of the center?” asked Benjamin, pointing at the small white wall and glass structure over halfway up the mountain.

“I think that is the airfield control tower and support offices, but they are connected back to the center through the mountain.”

“How many will be living here?”

“I have no idea. I know they recruited doctors, mechanics, computer geeks, and scientists from several fields of study.”

“An ark for knowledge,” Benjamin uttered as he sat back down and fastened his seat belt.

The jet descended, landing gear out, and touched down on the runaway already marked by many landings over the last few years. The pilots taxied them up to the hanger door which folded upward at their approach. Once the jet engines were shut off and the door opened, Grady led Benjamin down to the tarmac where Johanna and Carlos were waiting on an electric cart.

“How was your flight? We heard you had some trouble at the airfield back in Vermont,” said Johanna.

“The FBI showed up trying to stop us from taking off,” said Grady.

“The pilot just kept moving, forcing them to scatter, and once on the runway, he just punched it,” added Benjamin.

“Yeah, it was intense they way he got the jet up and climbed as fast as it would let him,” said Grady.

“Well, you made it. Come on, let’s get you settled in. Your belongings arrived this morning and they are in your quarters,” said Carlos.

“How are Corbett and Duncan?” asked Grady.

“Busy as ever,” said Johana, “they are in Santiago meeting with some delegation from Europe and China.”

“No doubt wanting our assistance with something,” said Carlos.

“Did you hear about the outbreak in Texas?” asked Grady.

“Yes, a terrible thing. And I’m afraid it has happened in Alabama and South Carolina too,” said Johanna.

“I guess we left just in time,” said Benjamin, in a tone the others recognized.

“Come on, lets get inside. It gets cold as shit when the sun goes down,” said Carlos, leading Grady and Benjamin to the cart.

As Johanna steered the cart into the hanger heading to a doorway at its back wall, Grady sat back and watched Benjamin take it all in. The Bombardier and one of two helicopters, the personal one for Corbett and Duncan gone. Over to the far side sat an unusual craft, one Grady had seen the report on it when it was acquired. It looked like part of a cabin, minus some top section and wings. There were two large propeller engines along each side of it. Grady knew what was missing was the airships inflatable section. It was the newest craft, one that used solar power and some battery backup for flight. It was no near as fast as the jets, but if what Duncan said was true, fuel would become very difficult to acquire.

It was another aspect of the new facility that Grady hoped isolated them from the world’s turmoil. The sustainable systems that powered it, solar panels, a wind turbine system in the next valley and a short distance to the west, down in the turbulent waters of the Pacific Ocean and the bays along the coast. He wasn’t sure where the equipment was submerged, no one knew except Duncan, Corbett, and the crew set up to maintain it, but it provided another source of electricity. Two of the systems were more than enough to power the facility, but with three they had redundancy.

“This is insane,” Benjamin uttered.

“Yeah,” Grady replied, but he thought it wasn’t half as insane as the rest of the world.

The sky was brilliant with stars, a constellation still new to Grady as he looked up from the window of their bedroom. The residential suites were along the top floors giving them the best views of the mountains and sky above. It amazed him how dark the mountains became as the sun went down, darker than those back in Vermont. He didn’t see a single light.

Benjamin came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, and Grady watched him approach in the reflection in the window. He smiled at how the towel fell to the floor as Benjamin came up to his back. Arms circled his waist, and he felt the familiar body against his back.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Benjamin.

“You. Me. Us,” Grady replied as he pressed back against him.

Owen was laying on the sofa in nothing but a pair of dirty white socks, and a pair of silky white football shorts. He was watching the football and rubbing his hands over his crotch and arse subconsciously, whilst thinking about their earlier football game, and what could have happened…

* * *

Owen had been playing in midfield and had gotten into an altercation with another player, and having not had the best relationship with the referee, the judgement had been made that Owen was yellow carded, and then subsequently benched so that he would still be able to play later in the game if needed, but would also have time to cool off.

Whilst sat on the bench, Owen played on his phone and saw that Ethan had sent him a message telling him to wait after the game.

Owen popped a semi in anticipation, and was tempted to head off to relive himself, but he knew he’d get flack from the manager if he did. So he stayed there, thinking ‘unsexy’ thoughts, in a world of his own.

“‘George’ is gonna be on site on Wednesday” he heard a voice say.

Owen couldn’t see a face or a body at first, and didn’t even know if they were talking to him, but the mere mention of ‘George’ had flooded owens brain with memories of that mystery cock, and the way it had pummelled his insides and opened him up like never before.

“He was impressed you could take him” said the voice, which owen was starting to think sounded familiar, and then with those words he realised. It was the “stranger”.

“Of course i got the best lube, that is to say cum, up you first. And then to get to feel your tight hole try to grip my cock after his, well kid, you’ve got some talent.”

“Yeah you fucking perv, you didn’t even give me a chance to steady myself after your mate before you rammed your knob back up me” owen grinned whilst trying to sound macho despite the words he was saying.

“You gonna come out in the open, so I can see who’s fucked me, and to give me another go, or have I got to wait until Wednesday for you too?

Josh, one of the linesmen, who was semi regular on their pitches stepped from behind the obscuring walls of the players shelter, and stood grinning at owen.

The same Josh who had reportedly been caught hooking up with Ethan.

Josh still stood grinning as he saw the look of realisation on Owens face, and rubbed his crotch in a way which he thought looked manly and assertive, but Owen thought looked childish and chavvy and reminded him of the lads he went to school with just 2 years before.

“I’ll make you a bet” said Josh

“If your team win, I’ll do what you want, at a time of your choosing”

Owen knew his team were loosing 2-0 currently, so this ‘bet’ sounded very one sided.

“What happens if we don’t?” Asked owen?

“If you’re team loses, your arse is mine to do with as I please on site for a day”

Josh moved on closer

“Luka only sucks cock on site, so if you lose, I’m sure the boys would love to fill your tight plump c*nt for the day, and I bet you would too”

Owen had shaken his hand before he even thought about the possible repercussions at work.

As they shook hands, owens fantasy seemed to loose momentum before it had even started.

Owens team scored a goal, and somehow within 3 minutes had levelled the score.

Josh had wandered off and was back fulfilling his duties for the amateur football league, and owen was called back onto the field. As he crossed the ball for an assist, his hole twinged at the loss of the sexual fantasy of being used by numerous men on site, but his brain knew team loyalty wouldn’t let him screw up their game or their chances in their group league.

It also meant owen was showing he wasn’t going to be a play thing at their beckoning… even if that’s exactly what he wanted.

The game finished 2-3, in favour of owens team, and Josh was quick to approach and congratulate him.

“Il leave you my number, a bets a bet.” Said Josh. “Only rule is I’m not giving up “George’s identity”

“Don’t worry, il find out my own ways, even if I have to ride him until Christmas” laughed owen.

He said farewell and headed to the changing room with the rest of the guys, who showered in cubicles, rather than in a communal shower.

Owen hadn’t played the whole game, and wasn’t sure if he might get to see Lee, so deliberately changed only his top, and then headed out to the fixtures board.

“Easy tiger” called Ethan, pulling Owen’s thoughts back to reality, and to his current surroundings.

Owen looked up from his phone, which showed the last 4 messages from Lee were still unread, and he was being unusually silent.

“I got your Message” said Ethan, with a stoic look on his face. “I take it you heard about me and Josh”

“Mate, I did, but it’s not like that” Owen started

“I don’t shout it from the rooftops but I like guys” he blurted.

“So instead of starting with a conversation, as a mate, you thought that sending the vid of someone…”

“Me. It was me.” Interrupted Owen “I think you’re fit, and I don’t want to make things awkward here or out for drinks, but I thought you might be interested in seeing if the friendship goes in another direction.”

“Well from the message you’ve sent I’m guessing you don’t mean romantic” laughed Ethan.

“Just fun mate, no strings fun”

“Il have a think about it and maybe we can see what happens” replied Ethan.

“You off to find Josh now? Laughed Owen

“Shut up. No. He can suck my cock next week”

And with that Ethan flushed red and ran off, having Said more than he had planned.

5 minutes later, Owen heard his phone ping. 2 messages at the same time.

First was from Josh, inviting him to his place for a bacon sandwich and a chat.

Seconds later was Ethan, asking if Owen wanted to watch that afternoons football game.

Owen weighed up both options, and decided that either they were playing games with him, and that he wanted to see how far they’d go, or that neither one knew about this and that he could see how far they’d go separately.

Owen replied yes to both, and received Josh’s address a few minutes after, and Ethan said he’d swing by Owens house that afternoon, as he knew where he lived.

45 minutes later Owen hopped off of the electric scooter he had rented and knocked on Josh’s back door.

They sat and chatted and made small talk before Josh steered the conversation towards their encounter on site. After establishing that Owen got off on it, Josh explained that he was verse, and that “George” had fucked him a bunch of times in the cubicle on site, so it was hot for him to top.

Owen asked about him and Ethan and found out that they were just hooking up, with no romantic feelings between them, and that Josh was helping Ethan find his way. So far Josh had sucked Ethan off a few times, fucked him once, and been fucked by him on 3 different occasions.

Owen was caught off guard finding out that Josh was verse but knew that there was gonna be someone else who liked getting fucked, as he wasn’t the only lad with a preference for bottoming in the world.

“So have you really invited me round for a bacon sandwich and a chat?” Asked Owen bluntly, half an hour into his visit.

“I believe, I do what you want, was the bet” replied Josh

“Ok suck my cock then” stated Owen.

Josh dropped to his knees and slowly pulled Owens shorts down, revealing a ap pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, which in turn revealed a grey jock strap, that had been carefully hidden from the other players.

Owen was a little more than flaccid, but not quite semi, yet Josh slid his tongue under Owens now freed cock, and swallowed it to the base. He felt the cock harden and stiffen and expand inside his mouth and down his throat. Josh slowly moved his tongue caressing Owen’s growing cock, and swallowed the the helmet down his throat so that owens full length stayed inside his mouth.

This was clearly someone who was used to sucking cock, and also dealing with bigger cocks that Owen was sporting too which turned Owen on immediately.

Josh started to bob his head up and down the length of owens now solid cock, and could already taste a wad of precum glazing his tongue and dripping down his throat. Josh caressed owens balls and then grabbed owens hips and cupped his arse. He gripped owens firm cheeks and guided Owen upright.

Owen had taken off his shoes on arrival to Josh’s house, and so stepped out of the shorts and underwear items which had fallen around his ankles. As Josh sucked his cock, with his eyes closed, Owen silently pushed his lips together and pushed saliva onto his forefinger and index finger and smeared it across his hairless pink hole.

Owen pushed the 2 fingers up inside himself and massaged his ring, and bucked his hips inside Josh’s mouth. Josh massaged owens balls and moved his hand up towards owens arse and felt that Owen had already started to take care of his own hole.

Josh kept on sucking as that’s what he’d been ordered to do, and increased his momentum, twirling his tongue over owens helmet.

Owens knees bucked as he suddenly blew his load down Josh’s throat. It was the best blow job he’d ever had, and it had taken him less than 6 minutes to get hard, and cum in this hoover of a mouth, which was sucking every drop from his throbbing cock, without once having his cock fully leave Josh’s mouth.

After the waves of his pleasure had diminished, Owen pulled back and removed his still hard cock from Josh’s mouth.

Josh sat on his knees still, with a grin on his face from a job well done, his cock visibly tenting in his shorts.

“Are you gonna take care of that” asked Owen?

“Wasn’t told to” replied Josh submissively

“Well I’m telling you to get that cock out” Owen replied, enjoying the domination role he had been thrust into.

“Now lay on the floor” commanded Owen and Josh did as he was instructed. He lay on his kitchen floor in just his football shirt, with his underwear and shorts around his sock less ankles.

“Jerk it” instructed Owen, and he began to finger himself again.

Josh lay on the floor jerking his cock up and down, as owen then climbed on top of Josh and set straddling his cock. He felt Josh’s helmet grazing and brushing against and over his hole as Josh wanked his cock. Owen pushed back and felt the helmet of Josh’s cock penetrate his hole and he let out a gasp in pleasure.

Josh was still jerking his cock whilst owens hole was now slowly letting 2 and then 3 inches of his cock sink inside him, feeling Josh’s hand pressed between his own body and Owens descending cheeks.

Owen lifted himself slightly and allowed the small amount of Josh’s cock which was inside him to slide in and out, doubling Josh’s pleasure.

Josh caved and couldn’t keep up the wanking, and gripped Owens hips, thrusting up into him, as Owen began his descent down Josh’s shaft. The result was that all of Josh’s cock was dramatically pushed inside Owen with momentum resulting in owens ass cheeks slapping against Josh’s exposed thighs. Both Owen and Josh let out gasps of pleasure and groans, and moved their bodies against each other in perfect synchronicity. As Josh pushed up into Owen Owen would push down so that he was balls deep inside him, and when Owen lifted away, Josh withdrew slightly so that Owen had the repeated pleasure and momentum of Josh’s adequately sized member slamming into him with his whole 5 inches deep at a time.

Owen wished Josh had a bigger cock but right now it was scratching an itch that Lee wasn’t.

Thinking of Lee owen wondered why he was distancing himself, and then snapped back into the moment as Josh grabbed owen and pulled him into a kiss, whilst his cock pumped and throbbed, erupting and shooting his load up into owens waiting hole.

Owen groaned feeling the slimy stickiness coating his walls whilst Josh remained balls deep inside him. Eventually Josh broke the kiss, and apologised. Owen shrugged and smiled, happy that he was now filled with the nectar which his hole craved more and more of.

Owen stayed at Josh’s for another 40 minutes, and got his bacon sandwich which was promised too which had made Owen chuckle when Josh had gotten up and started cooking for him after catching his breath and laying beside Owen on the cool kitchen floor when Owen had finally climbed off of him.

* * *

“You enjoying yourself there mate?” Asked Ethan, who was sat in the armchair across the room from Owen, whilst they watched the football.

Owen was laying on the sofa in nothing but a pair of dirty white socks, and a pair of silky white football shorts. He was watching the football and rubbing his hands over his crotch and arse subconsciously.

Owen stopped and looked sheepishly at Ethan.

They’d been sat in silence other than a few words about the game on tv for almost an hour, and Owen had let his mind wander more than he had realised.

Ethan climbed out of the armchair and sat at the opposite end of the sofa which Owen had been laying across.

He let his hand touch Owen leg just above the sock, making direct skin to skin contact.

“Thinking about taking this friendship in a different direction?” Ethan asked.

“Maybe” lied Owen. He’d been thinking about the bet which Josh had made earlier and how he could have been passed around the builders, roofers, electricians and plumbers on the site for a day and how he’d have felt during and after. If only his team had lost…

“What’s the situation?” Asked Ethan. “I’m guessing that from the way you’re rubbing yourself, and the Snapchat you sent, that you prefer to be on the receiving end”

Owen nodded and felt Ethan’s hand slide up over his knee slowly and stop at this thigh. Ethan’s fingers traced owens light hairs on his leg and owen noticed the tenting in Ethan’s trackies.

“I have a boyfriend, but it’s an open relationship, as I like to take it, and he’s happy to share me from time to time” stated owen matter of factly.

He didn’t drop names, and he didn’t explain about the complicated situation with Lee also, but his explanation was seemingly enough for Ethan.

“So is he joining us today? Asked Ethan, slightly on edge at meeting another of their friend group in this situation.

“Nope, just us today” replied owen. “Didn’t want to scare you off” and he chuckled.

“Scare me off from fucking your fat arse? Replied Ethan, and he brought his hand straight up owens shorts and cupped his cheek with his hand tightly.

“Oi, my arse is not fat” growled owen

“It’s plump and tasty mate, wanted it since college if I must say it” said Ethan, catching owen unawares.

“You’ve literally been a fantasy, and I thought you were just close with your best mates, didn’t realise how close you could get though. Wish I’d acted on it sooner, but you had the girlfriend and…”

Owen moved his leg and used his foot to rub Ethan’s herd on through his trackies, shutting him up, and giving the go ahead for this to happen.

Ethan climbed in top of Owen and kissed him in his neck, then his nipples. He worked his way down owens torso, as he lay there shirtless, and brought his hands towards owens shorts. Owen pushed them down and kicked them off smoothly, without kicking or knocking Ethan off if him.

Ethan was greeted by a blue jockstrap which was straining to keep owens cock inside. Ethan greedily pulled the jockstrap to one side and inhaled the scent of owens crotch, before licking his balls, and up the underside of his shaft, then swallowing owens cock. Ethan gagged a bit as Owen got halfway down his throat but he sucked and bobbed his head up and down, giving a wet sloppy blowjob. Saliva was dribbling out of his mouth but Ethan’s eyes had practically rolled back in his own head. He was fully engrossed in the moment, and in tasting as much of Owen as he could. Owen had a decent 8 and half inch cock, and Ethan was swallowing just over 4 and a half of his length

Owens balls tightened and he was deciding whether to flood his friends mouth and throat with his load, or whether to hold off, when Ethan pulled back for air, unknowingly stopping at a good point.

Owen decided to return the favour, and showed off his skills, taking Ethan’s solid cock fully down his throat and nuzzling his nose against Ethan’s trimmed pubes.

Owen used his mouth to massage the throbbing member, and caressed the underside of Ethan’s shaft, which caused Ethan’s whole body to shudder in pleasure. Ethan bucked his hips and placed his hands in Owens head, holding him down, whilst breathing heavily.

“Owen, mate, stop” pleaded Ethan “Owen I’m so close and I’m not ready yet. I need to be with you properly, but you’re too good”

Owen let Ethan’s meat fall from his mouth, and looked at Ethan’s face, the need and the lust clearly visible in his eyes.

Owen lifted his legs and grabbed hold of his socked feet and revealed his pink hole, presenting tightly, giving no sign of the earlier penetration, and the white creamy trait waiting within.

Ethan looked at Owen presenting his hole to him on his family sofa and waited less than 10 seconds before his tongue was already lapping greedily at owens entrance. Owen didn’t want to reveal that he had been fucked just a few hours ago, by Josh, so was tightening his muscles so that ethan had to put some pressure in his tongue to force it up inside him.

Ethan was pushing his face deep into owens crotch and had his jawline firmly embedded between owens cheeks, whilst his tongue worked its way up into owen, and he ate his friends hole as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever sampled. Owen moaned and rolled his head back into the cushions below him, and pulled his legs back as far as they could go, as if he could get any more of Ethan’s tongue inside him.

Owen couldn’t resist and brought his hand to his solid cock and moved it slowly up and down whilst bucking his hips and fucking himself on Ethan’s tongue.

After what was nearly 10 minutes of just eating Owens hole, Ethan had pushed lots of saliva up into Owen and he was wet and ready for something more.

As Ethan sat back and admired his work, watching Owen hole drip and gape slightly, Ethan decided to skip straight to the full fucking.

Ethan knelt between owens legs and positioned his cock, pointing it straight at owens hole, and pushed forwards, letting his cock penetrate Owen, and feeling minimal resistance from Owen.

Ethan’s thick head popped inside owens waiting hole and slid all the way in. There were no words spoken between the two lads as Ethan sank all of his 7 inch cock into Owen.

Owen loved the feeling of a cock plunging into him, and even more so when it was the first time taking the new piece. He also loved how his hole was relaxed under his control yet he still felt when the last 2 inches of Ethan’s cock pushed past the limit of where Josh had been just hours before.

Owen was loving the feeling of Ethan being inside him, his cock was thicker and longer than Josh’s, but not quite the same thickness as Lee.

Ethan started to pound Owen hole, moving his hips slowly and already building speed, and Owen was not ready for it. He didn’t cum completely but his cock suddenly shot a spurt of cum straight up over Ethan’s chest.

Ethan wiped it off with a finger and licked it clean. He grimaced slightly, and admitted he wasn’t a cum lover, but wanted to experience every part of being intimate with Owen, as he had spent many nights coming to terms with his own sexuality, thinking of how he’d like to hook up with Owen. He had half expected for Owen to be the one topping and he’d prepared for this, but the fact that he was fucking Owen just made it even sweeter of an experience.

Ethan’s attention was on Owen and having seen how much he’d enjoyed his cock sinking inside him, Ethan decided to rapidly withdraw it and reinsert it. Owens hole gaped at the sudden removal and Owen groaned as the cock was shoved back up him just as quickly.

So Ethan did it again.

The third time he did it he noticed that his cock was covered in cum.

Ethan stopped and looked at Owen

“Mate, have you been fucked already today?” Ethan gestured to his cum covered cock “is this a present from your boyfriend?“

Owen weighed up the options.

He could say it was his boyfriend and lie, or he could tell Ethan it was from Josh, and gauge his reaction. Owen decided the latter.

“It’s from Josh. We hooked up at work a few weeks ago and”

Owens words were cut short by the sudden feeling of Ethan’s dick thrusting back inside him

“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are” breathed Ethan and he began to jackhammer inside Owens hole, half planking, half holding Owen in place for the hard fucking that was to follow.

“I’m not a slut” groaned Owen, secretly loving being verbally dressed down whilst getting railed by Ethan

“Said the cum dump. You clearly love getting fucked, and you’ve just told me you’ve had another guy breeding you just hours ago”

Ethan thrust forwards and pushed with all his might against Owens cheeks and tried to force himself so deep inside Owen, that there was no gap between them. Yet somehow without pulling back, Ethan was still thrusting up inside Owen, balls deep, fully bottomed out. He took Owens feet and pulled them to his face and inhaled deeply. He started to suck Owens dirty sweaty socks and groaned

Owen knew Ethan had gotten off berating him, so decided to push him over the edge

“Fuck my slut hole, breed me, send me back to Brad dripping with your cum”

Shit. Shouldn’t have said Brads name thought Owen.

He need not have worried as it did the trick. He felt Ethan erupt shooting his cum deep inside Owens guts. The force was so strong Ethan literally kept on fucking Owen deep, bellowing like a beast, and he fucked Owens cum right out of him.

Ethan pulled out of Owen and watched as his hole twitched to close but returned to gaping. Ethan’s cum, and some of Josh’s too, ran from Owens hole, however before Owen could reach around to stop it, Ethan had scooped it up and pushed it back inside Owen well fucked hole, before pushing it in deeper with 3 of his fingers.

Owen was shocked and turned on how Ethan was using him like a sexual object. Totally different from the romanticism he had expected.

Ethan flexed his fingers in Owens cummy hole, and his cock throbbed and bounced, having not gone flaccid yet.

He was still sniffing and sucking at Owens sweaty socks and they were getting pretty wet with Ethan’s saliva.

Owen felt drained and yet was keen to see how far Ethan wanted to take this encounter.

With his free hand, which was not inside Owens hole, Ethan released Owens foot and peeled his sodden socks off quickly, and he ran his tongue over Owens feet, from sole to toes, over and between each of his toes and and back down the arches of Owens soles.

He squirmed as his feet hadn’t been touched in weeks since Lee last saw him, which made his heart and hole Pang with longing.

Ethan now moved his hand down and was jerking his cock, whilst still stretching Owen hole with three fingers, and moving them around inside him.

After a few more minutes of this Ethan told Owen to get up and bend over the large footstool which sat next to the sofa making it like a chaise lounges.

Owen did as he was told, lifting himself off of Ethan’s fingers, as they were not willingly withdrawn.

No sooner had Owen bent over the footstool, before Ethan had decided to ravage him again, and thrust his hard cock back up inside him.

Owen groaned and his hole spasmed and gripped Ethan’s invading cock tightly, but it was too late and Ethan had used so much force with his thrust he was 6 inches deep already and the way he was jackhammering his hips meant it was mere moments until he broke through Owens tightened sphincter and was balls deep again.

Owen was loving the hard fuck his ex school firmed was giving him, so much so that his mind wasn’t even wandering to what if scenarios, or imaginary extras appearing.

Which was ironic because at that moment Lee walked in the front door, looked straight through the hallway and into the living room and watched as Owen was being railed on the footstool.

Lee was here to fuck Owen the way he knew Owen wanted it and showed no surprise at Ethan being inside his lover.

He slipped out of his clothes, and walked up behind Ethan, tapping him on the shoulder, and pointed at Owen.

Ethan nodded, and leant forwards to push Owens head down lower so he couldn’t see Lee at all. He kissed the back of Owens neck, and unceremoniously pumped another load inside Owens hole. He thrust harder and deeper and Owen could really feel Ethan’s cock hitting the base of his stomach.

Owen sighed deeply as Ethan finally withdrew his cock, and was still bent over the footstool when Ethan came and sat in front of him, pushing his cummy sweaty cock in his face to be cleaned. As Owen took Ethan’s cock in his mouth, Ethan wisely pushed the full length down Owens throat so he had to control his breathing and ensure he didn’t gag.

This also served as a distraction preventing Owen from biting down on Ethan’s cock, as Lee pushed his thick helmet against Owens hole, using only the saliva, sweat and trickles of cum which had escaped to lubricate his entrance.

Owen gasped and gagged and tried to turn but his head was held in place by Ethan and he started to panic, tightening his sphincter and gripping the momentarily unknown cock inside him.

Owen looked at Ethan as if to ask “what have you done” when Lee spoke for the first time.

“Hey lover, or should I just call you slut now?” Ethan released Owens face and he looked back, relived, turned in but also put out.

“What the fuck Lee?”

“I’m helping you get the fuck of your dreams Owen. If I can’t love you without sharing you, I figured I’d come to terms with it in my own time and help you out to show my love at the same time.

I was down the pub the night after your special encounter, and I overheard Josh and a mate of his openly discussing their time with you with Ethan here.”

Ethan looked sheepish as Owen looked back up to him.

“You acted like you had no idea about Josh” started Owen, but he stopped as lees thrusts hit his gspot and his cock throbbed viciously against the boxing of the footstool, which caused him to then wince slightly and tighten around lees cock.

“That’s it bitch grip this cock and squeeze my cum into your waiting hole”

Owens cock throbbed again, tureens on with all this dirty talk and slut shaming.

Lee resumed his tale “Turns out ‘George’ and his mate Josh were the ones from the site, and following your admission that you’d want to do it again, I thought I’d tell them you’d be game. It was me who told Brad about Ethan and Josh, and they were all keen to help you get off, and to use you to get us all off.

We’ve been planning this for a little while and we want to see if we can outdo ‘George’

Owen Tilted his head quizzically, Having just adapted to taking Lee back inside him, and watched as Ethan stood up and sat on the sofa.

Lee bent down over Owen and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled on the lobes of his ears.

He jumped Owen like a dog, and planted his load deep inside him, before finally pulling out.

Owen was dripping precum from his cock and he’d left a considerable amount down the side of the footstools material.

He stood up and embraced Lee, happy to see him, and happy that they had resolved their issues.

They kissed tenderly, and Lee jerked Owens cock gently, before placing his hands on Owens shoulders and guided him backwards, pushing him down onto Ethan’s still solid cock.

Lee was kissing Owen as Ethan sank his cock inside him, and Owen ended up sat in Ethan’s lap. He was straddling him, with his legs on opposite sides, but Lee lifted Owens legs so he was rolled backwards onto Ethan’s torso.

Lee stood there and licked Owens left foot, groaning and his cock springing back to fully erect at the smell of his football sweat which still clung to the sole and his toes.

Ethan thrust up into Owen and held him on his thighs, bouncing him up and down on his cock and his lap.

Lee pulled away from Owens foot, spat on it, and then pulled it down to rub over his cock.

Whilst Ethan fucked Owens hole, Lee pulled Owens fight foot round and fucked Owens feet.

“Lee I want you inside me again, I’ve missed you so much”

Lee winked at Owen and nodded.

He withdrew his cock from Owens feet, and pushed Owens legs apart again, staring at Ethan’s cock sliding in and out, slick with Owens juices, saliva, and multiple cum loads.

Owen thought he was going to lift him back off of Ethan but he didn’t, he took his saliva coated cock and positioned his helmet at Owens hole, and started to push.

Owen groaned, as he realised that Lee and Ethan had planned this, they were going to double fuck him, together at the same time.

He couldn’t contain himself and he shot all over himself as Lee popped his thick cock head inside Owen, alongside Ethan’s cock. Ethan was still, as Lee pushed more of himself inside Owen.

Owen writhed in pleasure feeling both cocks inside him.

As lee pushed more of himself into Owen, Ethan resumed thrusting, and within a few more thrusts, both cocks were going like pistons in and out of Owens hole.

He was in ecstasy and his cock had shot another burst of cum over himself making that 2 loads in a matter of moments, just from the feeling of having his hole stretched, and both cocks using each other in different ways to hit his prostate.

Ethan was panting heavily, and seemed to be nearing his limit, and just 3 thrusts later a third load was pumped from his cock, up deep inside Owen.

The throbbing sensation, then squeezing sensation of Owens hole, as it struggled with the new sensation of 2 cocks at the same time, and tried to contract to keep all the cum inside himself, was then enough to push Lee over the edge, as he kissed Owen passionately.

The three lads laid there, their bodies still entwined, for a number of minutes before both cocks had gone to a semi flaccid state.

Lee pulled out first, and he watched as a trickled of cum followed. Owens hole contracted quite quickly, but when Ethan pulled out after, his hole was too well used to close, and a flood of cum fan from his hole, and down onto Ethan’s crotch. Lee had picked up Owens silky shorts and passed them to Ethan to stop their combined pool of cum from running onto the sofa.

Mainly because Owens mother would go apeshit metal when the stain revealed itself.

Owen climbed off Ethan and laid on the floor, and Lee lay beside him and embraced him.

Ethan watched the 2 lads, jealous of their openness but happy to have been included in lees sexual plan.

“That was amazing” sighed Owen

“I love you” said Lee. “And I’m prepared to do this to keep you happy”

“I love you too” replied Owen

“I love your hole” murmured Ethan and the three of them laughed.

“We all love his hole” said Lee, “and I’m excited to see how much more it can take. Not today though, I’m knackered and I think you might be fucked enough”

“I didn’t know I feel really empty now” replied Owen bluntly “maybe we can go again in nano hour or so when you’ve both recovered?”

Ethan laughed “this slut is relentless, I can’t believe I thought you liked birds”

Lee laughed too “no he loves the deep dicking. Feel free to use him when you want, but don’t forget what we agreed”

And with that Lee rummaged in his pocket of his discarded trackies, pulled out a medium sided butt plug, and passed it to Owen.

“From now on, if you want cock, you take it, but you keep the cum inside, and Ethan, Brad or myself will keep checking. You know I love pounding that tight hole, and when it’s full of cum, it’s just too hard to pass up.”

Owen grinned and swallowed the plug, coating it with saliva, before pushing it up inside himself.

He was looking forward to showing it to Dwayne, as Brad supposedly knew about it already. He was also looking forward toseeing what new exploits their growing friend group would soon be getting up to.

The Show

I made my way to the bus stop as I was mentally preparing myself for my first day at college. I text my friend Ethan.

Hey man, where are you guys?

We’re in the small café near the library.

Ethan was my best friend. I’ve known him since we were kids and we knew everything about each other but we couldn’t be more opposite to each other. A tall, blond, muscular jock. What I always imagined a lady’s man to look like. He is more of an extrovert compared to me.

I’ll see you in a bit. Getting on my bus now.

See you soon buddy 🙂

The bus was a short journey to the college, roughly 20 minutes. But in the meantime, reader, I must confess something. Last night something awoke in me. A strange surge of lust and desire. My mind kept playing what Norman had said in the food hall about this place changing people like him and me. I was starting to see what he meant.

Thoughts of his cock and ripped body covered in his cum clouded my mind for the whole bus journey. Thank goodness I had my backpack with me so I could hide my boner. I thank the bus driver and hurried to the café.

“Alex!” A voice called from one of the tables. “Over here!”

“Hey, Ethan.” I sat down beside him.

“How’re you enjoying the complex?” Ethan said. “It’s right beside the beach, right?”

“I’ve only been there a day but it’s good so far.” Norman’s cock paraded my mind. “Nice room all to myself.”

“I think you got lucky.” He sighed. “I’m sharing a room with two other guys and it’s not what I thought it would be like.”

He laughed as we just shot the shit until it was time for our classes. I was studying history and mythology. I always liked Greek and Roman mythology and the local history of my hometown.

Our professor came in as the room went quiet. A buff older man with short brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and a mustache. He was wearing a tight shirt showcasing his impressive chest and dad bod. I was sitting in the front room and could’ve sworn he smiled at me.

“Welcome everyone to classics. I am professor Harkins.” He had a deep husky voice. “For anyone thinking this course will be a breeze is sorely mistaken. Just because there are no assignments doesn’t mean the tests I set won’t be hard. If everyone understands then let us begin.”

Professor Harkins was intense and he demanded the room and everyone gave their full attention. I decided to stay in the library and read over some of the course material he provided when the class had finished.

Luckily for me, the library was just a short walk from my bus stop, so I could easily stay late and get the last bus home. I got a few books and began to look over some of the material.

“Nice to see one of my students getting some studying in.” A husky voice said from one of the book aisles.

“Professor.” I replied. “I didn’t see you there.”

“I was just doing my usual rounds.” He grinned. “You do realize what time it is, don’t you?”

Stupid me tried to check my phone and realized it had died. I had said an alarm so that I didn’t miss my last bus. I looked at the time on the library’s clock. Well past midnight.

“Oh no!” I called out. “I missed my last bus!”

“Don’t worry.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “I can give you a lift home if you’d like?”

“Thank you, professor.” I let out a sigh of relief. “I live in the apartment complex by the beach.”

“Not too far from where I live. C’mon, grab your things.”

I put all y stuff away in my backpack and followed the professor to his car. A vintage dark green car, one you’d see in an 80’s movie. He unlocked his side first before opening my side when he got in. The car smelled like a man. A strong smell of cologne and sweat. He turned the car and drove out of the carpark.

“How did you find my introduction today?” He asked.

“Great, a bit intimidating.” I replied. “I’ve always had a keen interest in mythology ever since I was very young.”

“I think I’m going to like you.” He chuckled. “I always like a student who’s keen…” He trailed off as he didn’t know my name.

“Alex, sir.”

“Alex, eh?” He smiled through his mustache. “The name’s Howard.”

The rest of the car journey was silent until we got to the apartment’s carpark. He got out of the car and opened my side of the door. He grabbed my bag and his from the trunk.

“Thank you for the lift professor but I think I can walk myself to the door.”

“You’re not the only one that lives here lady.”

“Oh, so sorry I didn’t know you lived here too.”

“That’s alright.” He smiled. “It’s late we better get to bed, don’t you think?”

We walked in together and got to the elevator. Howard lived on the second floor. He said goodnight to me and headed to his room. When I reached my floor, a thought crept into my mind. I wonder if Norman is still up? I walked by his room and saw a note on his door.

“Enjoy the show.” It read.

A light flickered and I could dimly see into the room. It was Norman. He was naked once again and this time he was facing the window. He was sitting on his armchair and stroking his hard cock yet again. He rubbed his abs and chest as he stared out the window. He knew I was there and he knew I was watching him.

The door creaked open a little shining the light from the room out into the corridor. He got up and came over to the door. My heart started to race as I heard his bare footsteps on the tiles get closer. He opened the door slightly.

“Alex, it’s you.” He smiled. “What are you doing up this late?”

“I was studying last at college and lost track of time. What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He opened the door a little more. “Had too much coffee at work.”

“There was this note on the door.” I said, my mind not catching up with my mouth. “Was this for me?”

“What if it was?” He grinned his big smile. “Would you like to come in?”

During the day the boyfriend and I went for a few drinks drinks before heading out to a gig. While there, we got talking to another guy who was new to the area and here for work. This guy (I will call Rahim) was early 40s, Middle Eastern, 5’10 in height, and average build. 

My boyfriend invited him to the gig with us and en route we all needed to pee. We got out of the car and pissed along the side of the road. During this time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over and saw Rahim’s cock. 

He had a powerful stream going out and all I could see was a large purple mushroom head which looked so suckable. Once we got back in to the car all I could think of was needing to suck this man’s cock until he unloads at the back of my throat. By the end of the night, my boyfriend was asleep in his friend’s car and I was staring at Rahim taking other piss behind a tree, just wishing his cock was in my mouth. 

We eventually got back to our place where I got my boyfriend into bed and showed Rahim around so he knew where the bathroom and spare room were. We also spent time talking in the garden where he spoke about his girlfriend in the Netherlands and how he misses having sex with her, especially because he was drunk. 

I left him to talk to her and went to bed thinking about needing to suck his cock before he heads off. When I woke up, my boyfriend had already left to go to work and Rahim was asleep on the sofa in his T-shirt and loose boxer shorts. 

I went to make coffee and try not to wake him as I knew this would be the perfect time to taste that gorgeous mushroom head I saw the day before. I drank my coffee in the garden hoping that he wouldn’t wake so I could take my chance to at least see his cock erect. When I returned to the lounge and sat on the chair, I was staring at Rahim’s hairy legs and stroking my cock. 

He appeared fast sleep when I leaned over and started stroking his legs while I still held my cock in my hand. While caressing his legs, I looked up to his boxers where I noticed that he was experiencing a tip slip. 

I seized the moment and let my horny devil take over by moving the fabric of the loose shorts and free his cock. I then slowly licked the head when I heard a gentle moan coming from Rahim. I stopped for a second to look up and see he was still sleeping. 

I continued licking his head and shaft for a few minutes feeling him get rock hard to a good 7 inches. Then I covered about a quarter of his cock with my mouth before proceeding to suck on his ever hardening cock, bobbing my head up and down. I was getting so carried away with sucking this tasty cut cock that I did not realise Rahim had woken up. 

He made jump right off his cock when I heard “what are you doing? I am not gay”. My heart was pounding and I was apologising profusely explaining that I saw his cock slip out and it looked so tasty. After a few minutes of silence and me trying not to look at his once throbbing cock become soft again, Rahim spoke up and said it did feel nice having a warm mouth on his cock as he hasn’t had sex since he left his girlfriend two months ago to come to the UK. 

Rahim then pulled off his boxer shorts and told me to get back on his cock and make sure that he cums otherwise he would also tell my boyfriend of this. I happily obliged and got back in front of him taking his cock whole in my mouth. 

I started sucking and licking this cock like it was the last one I would ever have. After five minutes, I looked up and noticed that he was looking at various pictures of his girlfriend. I moved his legs forward so expose his hole to him. I started stroking his cock again while sucking on one of my fingers. When my finger was nice and wet, I went back to sucking on his on cock and started working my finger inside this straight man’s very tight hole until I could feel his prostate. 

When I starting working my finger, I could hear loud moans coming from Rahim and speaking in his mother tongue. It wasn’t long then until Rahim exploded in my mouth. I had his cum running down my face where once I swallowed what was could, I took his cock and rubbed his cock over my face collecting his cum for me to lick off. 

Once done, Rahim put all of his clothes on, thanked me for letting him stay and left. We have seen him a couple since and my boyfriend remains clueless to what happened

My Pal, Wayne, had seemed distracted for a couple of weeks.

 Captain of the football team, he was generally the center of our school universe. Of course, maybe his newfound exploration into boy on boy sex had something to do with it. Wayne had, along with Carl, my other good pal,and I, became what could be called fuckbuddies. Perhaps, the remote possibility of this getting out, was freaking him out. I decided, to make sure he knew, neither Carl or I were going to tell anyone. We, as much as Wayne, were not willing to be labeled as queers, in our small highschool community. Niether Carl or I stood anything to gain, from Wayne’s exposure. We stood to lose, as Wayne seemed to thrive on having our teenage dicks, plowing his muscle butt. Since he’d been avoiding us, our teenage dicks, sorely missed, his hot steamy hole.

I finally managed to corner Wayne, and try to convince him, we weren’t about to tell on him. 

That’s when I found out about Coach P.! 

There’d always been rumors about Coach, but I personally had doubted them. The rumors had always come from the disgruntled, the athletically disinclined, usually after Coach had been somewhat harsh in gym class.  He had a tendency to belittle the non athletes.  I’d never heard any of the jocks at school spread rumors, so tended to ignore the tales. 

Tales, that basically hinted that Coach was known to touch boys inappropiately. 

Wayne confirmed the rumors. Seemed Coach had fondled Wayne in the crotch several times. I was incredulous, and very turned on.

Although my exploration so far had been confined to boys my age, it was men who turned me on. Those figures of authority, who controlled my world. In my fantasies, it was I in control, I who dominated these authority figures. 

My school had three very masculine and hot teachers. Mr. B, the Math teacher,was tall,thin dark, classically hansome. Mr. R. was a big burly hairy muscle bear. Then there was Coach. Tall, well built, he had the dark olive, almost red toned skin of a Native American. His hair, was coal black and straight. He had the classic roman nose so often associated with the Native Americans. Always in polyester coach  shorts and polo shirts, he showed very little body hair. Unlike some other Coaches, I’d seen , he kept himself in tiptop shape. No spare tire graced his heavy boned frame. 

Once I’d learned the joys of anal sex, I ‘d often caught myself staring at his full muscular butt, imagining cupping it and exploring the seam that disappeared in between.

I wasn’t quite sure what Wayne’s problem with the situation was. I mean he loved getting down on his hands and knees to let Carl and I cornhole him. Why should Coach feeling him up have him in such a depressed state? 

I began to get a glimmer of his problem as Wayne continued venting. Coach was letting Wayne down somehow. The man was one of Wayne’s heroes and had suddenly developed feet of clay.

 This combined with his angst about his exploration with Carl and I was screwing up his mind. Instead of being able to enjoy this time, it was eating him up. He was not coping well with the fear he was gay.  (We’d never heard of the term bisexual.  And taking boy dick in your ass was pretty gay to us.)

His hero, groping him was pushing him over the edge.

 That’s when I concieved an  elaborate plan.

 I was determined to find a way to get proof of Coach’s inappropiate touching and blackmail him to leave Wayne alone. 

I convinced Wayne to let me know when Coach wanted to get him alone for a meeting.

 I could just barely fit  into a small utility closet directly across from Coach’s glass windowed office. With a small hand held camcorder, I was determined to film Coach and his misdeeds.

 Secreted away in my hiding place, I went full.mast,  when Coach reached out to grope my pal. Wayne was squirming and inadverdantly glanced at my hidey hole a couple of times.

 Thankfully Coach was too intent on his illicit pleasure to notice.

 This time he went beyond groping, and actually unzipped Wayne’s pants, to fish inside and try to pull out Wayne’s piece. It was too much for Wayne and he pulled away and scurried out the door, while Coach told him he’d better not tell. That no one would believe him.

 Lucky for me Coach left immediately after, or I might have had to hide in the closet for quite awhile.

The footage was perfect. I had managed to keep Wayne’s face out of it entirely, but managed to perfectly frame Coach as he obviously fondled a male crotch and tried to pull his dick out. I made two extra copies on disk and then wiped it from my videorecorder and computer. 

It wouldn’t do to have the Rents find it after all. 

Then I came up with an excuse to talk to Coach privately.

I handed Coach a disk , told him what was on it.  Told him iI had spares and laid it on the line.

Yeah, I blackmailed him.

 He was cringing as he agreed to leave Wayne alone. 

But, call me evil, it wasn’t enough for me. 

The power I had over, Coach , this major authority figure in my life, went to my head. The heady feeling of control, had me upping the ante. 

I decided to get me a piece of Coach!

As I outlined my plan for the man, it was obvious from the growing tent in his polyester shorts, that Coach was turned on.  He tried to play it coy, then tried bluster, then bribery, but I held firm.

I ordered Coach to kneel in front of me.  He obeyed.  Such a,rush to have this big man obeying me.  Giving me the power.

I lost no time easing my jeans and underwear down my legs, freeing my fat seven inch uncut dick.  I swear his eyes glazed over as he eyed my throbbing teenage prod. He was licking his lips as a bead of precum oozed from the barely visible head of my cock.

I had put on some wiry muscle working at the lumber yard, but was still pretty scrawny.  I’m also a grower not a shower.  Coach probably never gave my little soft Peter a second look.

He was looking now.

The word beer can has been used to describe my cock. It’s surprisingly fat, considering my lean frame.

I just leaned back on the desk and commanded this authority figure in my life to suck my dick!

Coach didn’t even protest at that point.

I watched through slitted eyes, as he leaned forward to lick the pearly drop from the slit in my cock.  With the impatience of youth, I jammed my tool at his mouth.  When he opened it, I forced my cock inside the hot wet hole in his face, cramming it in until he gagged.  When he tried to pull off, I grabbed the back of his head holding him in place.   Reveling in him choking on my dick. Then I eased back a bit so he could breathe, before jamming it back into his throat.  

Coach did a lot of sputtering and gagging.

But didn’t ask me to stop.

Apparently he was the one always in control.  I don’t think he sucked much dick in his life.  He wasn’t a very good cock sucker.

I face fucked him a short while, not long, I knew I would cum pretty fast.  I was only a teenager after all!

There was something I wanted  much more than a blow job!

I unceremoniously yanked my dick from Coach P.’s wet mouth.

  Grabbing his chin, I pulled him to his feet.   I reached for the snaps on his ” Coach ” shorts, undoing them, pulling down the zipper.  I yanked them down, exposing Coach’s dingy jockstrap.  

Judging from the way his cup was pulling away from his crotch, I think Coach was pretty turned on at this point.  I sidled behind him, to get a good looked at his round olive toned butt.

He made a bit of a protest, when I fondled his ass.  He did not pull away, but made what I thought a mere token protest.   I gave his upper back a firm push.  

Soon he was leaning over the desk, his round butt exposed. He actually spread his legs wide.  As if to give me better access.  

 I ran my fingers into his sweaty crack, grazing his hole.  Coach protested with his mouth, but he pushed back against my fingers at the same time.  At this point, I was beginning to think Coach was getting off on being blackmailed.

Not having lube handy, I spit unto my fingers and slicked up Coach’s tight little brown hole opening.  He flinched when I slid a spit soaked finger inside him.

Then I found that place inside him, my friends said felt so good.  I thought coach’s legs were going to buckle.

The moans that left his lips, certainly didn’t sound like protests.

Then I rubbed spit all over my fat seven inch uncut cock.

Once again Coach made a token protest as I slipped my cock up against his hole.  Annoyed, I gave his ass a resounding slap.

  Coach actually moaned and pressed back against me.  

Patience at an end, I positioned the head of my cock at his hole and pushed.  Just the head.   I had enough experience with Wayne and Carl not to jam the whole length in. 

 Oh but I wanted to. 

 I wanted to slam all of the way into Coach.  Make him pay for all of the little slights over the years.  The ones I endured because I wasn’t one of his jocks.

I felt Coach’s whole body go tense.  He huffed a big gulp of air.

  Then to my surprise pushed back, sliding my whole length inside his gut.  He paused only a moment when I was all inside.

Then all protest and pretense gone, Coach began fucking himself on my dick.

Big bad Coach was a total bottom boy.

Surprised at first, I let him get way with it.  But soon I was grabbing his hips, stopping his backward thrusts.  

I wanted control over this authority figure.

Hips immobilized, I began fucking him as hard as I could.  My hips were meeting his olive ass in wet meaty thwacks. 

Coach gave up all control to me, and began urging me to pound him harder and harder. Gone was any pretence that he didn’t want my boy cock inside his tight hole.

 I reveled in the feel of his hot wetness sheathing my hard cock.

Of my hands controlling his big body.

All too soon, I felt the cum boiling inside of me.  When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I yanked myself from his body, and sprayed his back and ass in cum.

Coach reached under himself to free his fat cock from his jock.  He gave a few quick tugs, then his cum was dribbling down the side of his metal desk.

Chest heaving Coach collapsed on the desk. ass still in the air, hole still spasming open.

I gave his ass a friendly pat and knelt to pull my apnts back up.

As I walked out his office door I turned and grinned at him evilly.  I let him know that I was not quite done with my new Play Toy just yet.  

And left.

For the time being.

Okay readers,

This story is mostly fiction.   Our Coach did eventually get caught with a student.  At that time a whole bunch of jock alumni came out to accuse Coach. ( Although, I know what Coach did was wrong, I don’t have a lot of sympathy for cowards who wait for someone else to make accusations, then jump on the band wagon!)  My friend Wayne among them.  Unfortunately, Coach never looked my way.  This is a might have been fantasy.

It was our second day in Spain. Steo and Jack were still crashed out in the apartment. I needed my caffeine fix out on the balcony.

A beautiful sunny morning, perfect. I was stretched out on the deck chair eyes closed. I felt something hit me, maybe it was light rain? no it was thicker.

That’s when I saw Liam on the balcony above. My eyes were drawn straight to him, to his tight toned muscular body, he was naked except for a baseball cap and white trainers.

Liam was clearing his throat, spitting down on me, it was intentional. He couldn’t see I was awake but behind my shades, I was feasting on him, turned on by his cocky attitude.

He was getting his kicks spitting and wanted a reaction, so he got louder and aimed a ball of it, right at my mouth. I wanted to ignore it, but as it dripped into my mouth I could taste him.

Everything about Liam was cocky: his almost skin tight black hair, strong toned body, oversized cock and handsome face that screamed attitude.

He pointed down at my cock and laughed. I was lying there completely hard, my cock sticking out of my shorts. He grabbed his and held it tightly in his hand to show his superiority.

I heard his girlfriend call him, ‘she wants me back in bed Im needed‘ , he bragged.

Steo appeared out on the balcony ‘ who was that ?‘ I ripped off my t shirt and threw it over my crotch to conceal my throbbing hard on. ‘ some lad called Liam’. 

Steo sat down right opposite me, naked except for his swim shorts. I wish he wouldn’t do that, he had this habit of man spreading and he was fucking big. Steo was really good looking, darkish almost Italian looking and his body was insanely stocky. He was short but had muscle plastered on everywhere and was as fit as fuck.

It turned out that Steo knew Aaron and Stacey, Aaron was Liam’s brother and Stacey was his girlfriend. ‘ so she’s not Liam’s girlfriend? He let on she was ?’ ‘ ‘He’s crazy man, always making shit up, always getting into trouble, the number of times he’s started fights with me. Aaron is sound but Liam, for a twenty year old to be that thick?’.

Everything Steo said about Liam was making sense and if Steo hadn’t been bouncing his meaty pecs and feeling his bicep while he told me, my cock might have had a chance to calm down.

‘Coming down to the pool? ‘ In a few Steo’. If I had even stood up I would have cum at that stage.

Jack wanted to head to the beach not the pool. They insisted I go so I cleared my head of Liam and avoided Steo’s body. Jack’s hairy legs didn’t help, but at least we were moving.

We found a shaded corner, a quiet spot. I had enough swimming after an hour. Jack and Steo joined some tag rugby nearby. I was dozing off, it was bliss.

I felt a breeze and saw a shadow cross my eyes. He was sitting on my chest, I was pinned under him. His thighs closed in around my head, I was right at his crotch.

He leaned over me, his face right in mine and spat on me. ‘You liked that didn’t you?’. Liam’s taste filled me again and I was under his sexual spell. He was so addictive, close up, so tight, hard, tough, beautiful, every inch of him, his light body hair, his freckles, his muscles, his warm breath, the feel of his weight on me.

‘yeah’ ..’you fucking craved it’..’yeah’..I was powerless and he loved that. Liam wasted no time, he pulled me up by the ears until I was angled to take his cock. He was in fast and hard and he conquered me. Every inch of my mouth was filled with his warm, throbbing meat.

It was a joyride for Liam. His eyes teared with delight as he watched me drown under his sweat and struggle to satisfy his raging lust. The more he sweated, the better he tasted. I felt his muscular wet body control me, it was hot melting sweat, the juice he filled my mouth with tasted warm and salty.

We were both throbbing, his heartbeat dominating mine, like he owned me. I couldn’t reach for my cock, he had me pinned, but I was desperate to cum. Liam was all over me, I felt his wide thick cock head, plunge at my throat, sucking the air as it plunged me, the more I struggled, the harder he plunged.

He paused, for a split second, flexed both his biceps signalling victory, grinned, and unleashed a flood of warm creamy cum soup. So much so fast!

I slurped as hard as I could to nourish on every drop, the rest filled my mouth, some hitting my nose and leaking out. He rubbed that into my face and continued to unload.

So much orgasm and pleasure, we were both shaking uncontrollably.

He left me exhausted and drenched in his juice. As I lay on the sand I felt him sit on my face and seize my cock.

The moment Liam grabbed my cock I felt an orgasmic shock, ripple through me. It felt like a deep itch, a deep ache was healed, like an army of cum was being forced out of me. A feeling of intense orgasm, joy, release. I was breathing heavily under Liam, he had me now.

Derik was getting older. No doubt about that. Although he was 48, he worked out a lot and had a baby face which now made him look like he was in his late 30s. And of course, his wife was a bit put out ‘cause he wasn’t “performing” like he used to.

Sharon gave him a pass because he was on some kind of heart med and maybe that was the problem. She coaxed him into talking to his doctor during his physical about getting some, as she called them, “Boner Pills”.

Derik was kind of excited by his new script. But he knew that it wasn’t his age that wasn’t getting him hard. Nor the heart med he was on. He even looked it up. There were no side effects in the dick department for the heart meds he was taking.

Basically, the problem was that Derik wanted cock. He had married Sharon knowing that he was bi. He’d even told her, and she was excited about it. Derik didn’t know why. She never said they’d maybe share a guy later on or anything. And they’d had a good sex life for the first couple of years. But lately, it had slowed down, actually, quite a bit.

Derik had found solace in masturbating, especially to gay porn. It used to be he’d look at the gambit of everything online. But lately, he couldn’t get off unless he watched hardcore gay porn. What he really liked was the porn that had big men in them. Bears started to really turn him on. He even started looking at men differently too. Especially the big guys with kind of a gut and a bit more hair on their bodies than what most men had. Beards or no beards, he liked them hairy.

Maybe that was the point. Sharon, his beautiful wife just didn’t do it for him.

Well she, and he, to some extent, was into seeing if pharmaceuticals would bring back his passion for her.

The night he had picked up the pills from the pharmacy she told him they had to have “a date” and plan it out to see if things would work out. And to Derik’s amusement, they did. He fucked her in 3 different positions before he came with her legs over his shoulders. Afterward, his cock had gone soft but when they turned the lights out to sleep Derik woke up halfway through the night with a semi-hard cock. He thought maybe he should take a piss but even sitting on the toilet did not bring his stiffy down. Plus he just dribbled a little urine and so he headed back to bed. And by the time he had pulled the covers up over his shoulder, he was rock hard rigid again.

The next day at work was typical but with one exception. Every time he even gently bumped his dick it would start to get hard again. It reminded him of when he was a boy and at certain times any movement on his genitals would make him erect. This is what made him seek out tight bikini underwear so that he could keep his package more secure. Sharon didn’t like Derik to wear anything but boxers or boxer briefs. And even those had to be the longer ones. She said anything else was “too feminine” on him, especially the bikini ones that he really liked. Anyway, the semi-hard dick thing was amusing at first but then later it became a bit of an annoyance. Derik was above average in the dick department so he knew the bulge in his pants would make people talk.

But that’s where this story really starts, when Derik went to work the next day.

Trevor had always liked Derik but knew he was the forbidden fruit that gay men really lust over. In Trevor’s eyes, Derik was just the right pick, except he seemed happily married (to a woman) and kind of a loner. So Trevor didn’t talk to him much until the day Derik showed up with what could only be an off-again, on-again hard-on in his pants. Throughout the day Trevor kept a watch for it. And Derik’s pants kept going from the usual semi-un-noticeable man stuff to a very stiff cock. Trevor thought it was not just fun to watch but he started talking to Derik and glancing down at his trousers to see if anything was stirring. It seemed he could even make Derik hard just by doing clever tricks like biting his lower lip when Derik was talking or licking his upper lip when looking at him while he fluttered his eyes. Silly yeah, but it seemed to work. When Trevor glanced down he could see Derik getting stiffer by the second.

That night Derik’s wife hit him up for another date. Derik was a bit tired, but because he couldn’t remember the last time his wife had wanted sex two days in a row, he took one of the pills, and then in an hour or so she was riding him with abandonment. Sharon was on top of him while his swollen hard cock was going into her really deep as he fucked her in his favorite position. Derik loved reverse cowgirl and Sharon was finally coming around to liking it too as she masturbated to a screaming orgasm. She came so quickly that Derik didn’t even get off. She asked him if he wanted her to give him head but he turned her down, thinking it might take him a while to cum. That night Derik’s dick only went down a bit. It was enough that he could piss but when he awoke in the morning he was worried because once again every move he made seemed to wake his dick up. So Derik found some of his old tight bikini undies and put them on after his morning shower. This seemed to at least keep his dick in a semi-sleeping state. Enough to where he didn’t feel anyone was staring at his pants at work, with the exception of Trevor.

It figures it would be Trevor. He was a good-looking big bear of a man and he seemed to be the only one that Derik’s dick was responding to. So Derik avoided him as much as he could.

That night Sharon had made Derik’s favorite dinner and told him over a glass of wine that she wanted to see if she could make it up to Derik for the previous night. “Honey, your dick was just so fucking hard I couldn’t help but cum so fast. Man, those pills… they’ve turned you into a… superman.” She clinked her wine glass into his.

Derik took another pill and after an hour or so, Sharon came into the bedroom with what she thought was her sexiest lingerie. She proceeded to slowly undress Derik and then got down to his undies and saw his bikinis her smile turned to a frown and she said, “What are you wearing? These are awful! They look like woman’s panties.” Derik tried to explain how they helped keep his dick in a semi-soft mode but Sharon just shook her head and pulled them off of his legs and told him she didn’t want to see these on him again. She then got back on the bed and grabbed his dick and started going down on him as she’d never done before. She was like a mad woman sucking cock. Derik thought it was very strange that she could get mad in one second and then gobble his dick in the next.

And in a while…

“Fucking pink steel, I love it,” Sharon said as Derik pounded onto her doggy style. Derik fucked her for 15 minutes or more pushing into her extra hard while she moaned out how much she loved his dick. Derik was getting bored and knew how to get her off so he reached around her and flicked his middle finger side to side on her clit as he kept pushing his hard cock up into her. Sharon screamed she was cumming and then Derik collapsed onto her back.

Afterward, she didn’t ask him if he wanted to get off, she just got up, grabbed his undies, and said in a threatening voice, “I’m throwing these out. I hope there’s no more of them”.

That night Derik couldn’t sleep. He had his boxer briefs on but every time he turned over and his dick touched something it would start to get hard. At one point his dick was throbbing so much that he got up and masturbated over his sink. While he stroked his cock he kept thinking of Trevor. Trevor was so manly. He just oozed masculinity. Derik knew Trevor was gay and that turned Derik on even more. He probably thought Derik was straight and didn’t know he was bi. He fantasized how it would be to let Trevor fuck him. Derik splattered cum all over his sink. He cleaned up and went to bed.

The next morning his semi-hard cock was back. He put on his boxer briefs and had an idea. He grabbed an old pair of bikini underwear and stuffed them into his pants pocket. He would put them on at work and Sharon would never know. They seemed to keep Mr. Happy in check and he could then get on with his work.

That day before Derik went home from work he went into the men’s to change out of his bikinis and back into his long boxer briefs. Derik was just pulling up his pants in the stall when he heard someone else come into the restroom. It was at this precise moment when Derik dropped the bikinis and mistakenly kicked them out onto the floor trying to get out of the stall.

Standing there was Trevor holding Derik’s bikini undies in his hand. “Did you drop these?”, asked Trevor.

“Oh, ah, Sorry, yeah”, Derik said as he reached for the underwear.

Before he could grab it Trevor pulled back and put them up to his nose. Trevor breathed in as he stared and smiled and said, “Mmm, yum, Derik dick”.

“Give me those,” Derik said grabbing the undies from Trevor’s hand.

“Derik, what’s wrong? You seem… a bit on edge.”

“No, it’s just… nothing. Well, I’ve been having a bit of a time controlling my thoughts, and other things, for some reason.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of noticed that,” Trevor said, looking down at Derik’s pants. “Derik would you like to go out for a drink? Maybe you can tell me about it.”

Yeah, yeah that would be nice.”

The two men went across the street to an old dark pub. It was just starting to get crowded but they got lucky and got a booth away from most of the other patrons.

“So what’s up buddy?” Trevor said as they got comfy.

“Right,” Derik breathed out a big sigh, ”My wife has me taking hard-on pills and now uses me as her very own fuck stick. Problem is now nothing seems to get me completely soft.”

“Hmm, that is a dilemma. And you get hard right after you cum?”

Derik’s face blushed. “Well, sometimes I don’t… um, finish. And I’m not worried that it’s a medical situation, because I do get soft, but sometimes I do, um… cum. But either way, my dick gets hard with just a slight bit of friction, hence the tight underwear”.

“Oh OK, but what’s with taking them off then?”

“Sharon, that’s my wife, doesn’t like me to wear explicit underwear.”

“Oh please! You should see some of the thongs I wear.”

Derik looked around making sure no one was listening to them. “I’m sure they’re lovely Trevor, but I need to wear these because they’re tight and then I won’t wake up the monster.”

“Oh Derik,” Trevor gushed, “He’s a monster huh? Ha ha, Just kidding, I know I can help you. But it’s not the straightest thing to do. OK?” Trevor put his hand onto Derik’s and Derik didn’t move his.

Derik leaned in, “What do you mean, not the straightest thing to do?”

“Well, it involves releasing the prostate of all seminal fluids. Your V pills are getting you up but they’re not doing anything to get you fully released. Capisce?”

Derik shook his head, “Not really, maybe you could show me”.

Trevor could not believe what he’d just heard. “Absolutely, I live right around the corner from here. Want to go?”

As soon as they sat on the couch Derik was touching Trevor. Trevor had worried about how he might scare off a straight guy like Derik so he told himself he should take it slow. That was until they started swapping spit and Derik was pulling off Trevor’s clothes.

Trevor knew that he’d be bottoming that night because that’s what most semi-straight guys do if they ever get it on with a gay guy, sadly because they don’t know the fulfillment of bottoming, but mostly because they have a limited amount of sexual knowledge. So, Trevor was blown away when after they both got naked and headed for the bedroom, and Derik turned over offering up his ass to Trevor.

He couldn’t believe it. The hot straight guy at work that he would fantasize about and jack off to was now in his bed and not only were they going to fuck but he was going to top him. It was literally a dream cum true.

Trevor wanted to tell Derik more about the whole prostate drain but shook his head and thought, he might as well just show him. They started off kissing and ended up in a 69 position.

Derik was all over Trevor’s cock and found the hairy man not only sexy as hell but a wonderful array of smells. He was like a kid in a candy shop and didn’t know where to lick, sniff, massage, or grope next. So he ended up just licking Trevor’s cock and balls and then sucking his dick to a nice fat, hard 6 inches.

“Man, you do have a nice size cock”, Trevor said as he slid it almost down his throat.

After a bit, Derik stopped and looked down at Trevor, “I’ve waited a long time to do this but I want you inside me, Trevor”

“Well, Alright,” Trevor said getting up and getting the lube and condoms out.

Derik had his legs spread out with Trevor between them. He was aiming his fat cock head into Derik’s ass and said, “This may hurt a little, so I’ll go really slow”.

Trevor pushed just the head into Derik and then stopped feeling the usual tight ring preventing him to go further.

“I’m going to push a little harder to get my dick up into you. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much”

“Don’t worry Trevor, I’ve fucked a couple of men before. I know what to expect”.

“Whaaat?” Trevor sat back on the back of his feet. “You’re um, bi?”

“Yeah, well it’s not something you tell everyone at work. Besides I’ve always felt most people are. Or they’re confused. Or like they have just one flavor and that’s what does it for them.” “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Wow,” Trevor said as he again pushed his dick up into Derik’s hole. For some reason, he started forcing himself harder than what Derik expected and Derik protested, “Woe, I’m bi but my ass hasn’t been used in a while. Go easy on me Trevor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Derik,” Trevor said apologizing.

In a couple of minutes, Trevor was almost balls deep into Derik. Both men were breathing hard and Trevor kept kissing Derik still not believing he was fucking him. He began to move a little bit more letting Derik’s ass get used to the girth of his cock.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me, Trevor. Push that fat cock up my ass!”

Trevor kept pumping into Derik then grabbed his legs and threw them over his hairy shoulders so he could push even deeper into Derik.

Trevor bent down and kissed Derik deeply sticking his tongue deep into his mouth.

“Oh Shit Derik, Oh no! I’m cumming, fuuuuck!”

Derik was stroking himself but wasn’t ready to cum even after Trevor pulled out of his ass ripped off the condom and sprayed cum all over Derik’s hand and crotch.

“Fuck, Ah! Ah! Yeah, damn that feels good. Whoa, that was good, Trevor sat back and caught his breath”

Derik licked the cum off of his hand and sat up and said, “Well, what about that fully emptying the prostate thingy you were talking about.”

“Well alright,” Trevor said, “I’ll show you.”

Trevor caught his breath, got off the bed, and got out a vibrator with a bent head at the end. “See this thing is bent to touch your G-Spot. You should be loosened up pretty good after sex so let me put some lube on it and let’s drain your prostate.

Trevor again pushed Derik’s legs apart and pushed the then lubricated vibrator up into him going back and forth where he envisioned Derik’s Prostate would be. It didn’t take long before Derik was moaning like a bitch in heat and squirming around pulling at his cock. Derik’s dick was red and swollen from what was basically an edging. Trevor grabbed at Derick’s hard cock and started stroking him in a more controlled fashion.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, Derik let it go! Let it out. Cum baby, cum!!!”

Derik’s hips were pushing up into the air and it was all Trevor could do to keep stroking his cock and pushing the vibrator up into his ass.

“Oh, Oh! OHH! Fuck Yeah!” Derik yelled. With that, rope after rope of cum flew out of his dick and went flying over his head and landed on the nightstand and then on to the pillow then all over Derik’s face and when he finally calmed down a bit, onto his chest.

“Wow! That was something.” Derik said, as his breathing settled back to normal.

“Yeah, sexual release, pretty fucking intense.”

“Whew, yeah, I think that did the trick.”

Then Derik kissed Trevor.

“Well, if I have to take those pills at least I know who can help me get over my hard dick problem”.

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe “inspired by a true story.” Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the “innocent.”***

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.. WHAT THE FUCK’S GOING ON??!!”

The color drained from my face, and my mind went completely, utterly blank. There is no way in Hell Greg didn’t know precisely what the fuck was going on: we were both naked as jaybirds, Nick was flat on his back with his right leg thrown over my shoulder, and I was balls deep inside his ass.

I’d say there were relatively few options.

Without a word, Greg turned and stormed away… and I could pretty much feel my entire life starting to crash around me. I sat back on my haunches, shattered. Nick and I couldn’t even look at each other. Moments passed. I was mentally spiraling at this point, thinking about… shit, everything. My pulse raced, and my sex-sweat had suddenly become fear-sweat. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

After a few minutes of existential crisis, I stopped and mentally shook myself off. I glanced at Nick, who still seemed shell-shocked, and said, “Ok, bud. This is… awkward. But we’ll push through. We’re taking this like men. We’re going out there and facing this.”

Nick continued to stare into the middle distance. “What do we even say?”

“Well, you’re a lawyer and I’m a PR guy. Between the two of us, I bet we’ll be able to think of something to say.”

Nick smirked, in spite of himself. He got up gamely from the bed and fished a pair of towels from the bathroom, tossing one to me as he exited the room. “You’re right. No sense letting this stew. Let’s roll.”

I watched him go, ruefully taking in a last glimpse of Nick’s amazing ass as he flipped the towel around his waist, clutching it closed with his left hand.

Boy… how did it come to this? Despite my big words, I was shitting bricks. My blood felt like ice. I didn’t think the guys were going to start bashing us. Well… I sure hoped the guys didn’t start bashing us. But it was more than that. In that moment of mental panic, I realized… well, I realized… I loved these guys. They were a bunch of fuckwads, but they were my fuckwads. It’s… hard to make friends as an adult. As a guy. But these goons took me in and made me one of the pack. We were there for each other. They put up with my shit, and put up with me making fun of their shit.

I didn’t want to let them down. To disappoint them. To lose them. Fuck.

Would things be different? Would the essential tightness between us still be there? Would they–even reflexively, subconsciously–pull back? Flinch if I gave one of them a shoulder-hug?

Well, too late to worry about that now. I breathed a heavy sigh, and tied off the towel around my waist. Time to face the music.

As I padded out to the great room, I could see Greg sitting on the couch slumped over, his legs splayed with his elbows resting on his thighs. He made a somewhat intimidating sight. Of all of us, Greg was “the jock.” We all kept active, but Greg easily had us beat in the physique department. He had played baseball in college, and now played hockey in a local adult league. And sitting there, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts, I was uncomfortably aware of his ability to mop the floor with either one of us if he wanted to go all “Hulk Smash” on our asses. Still, he was a sweetheart of a guy, and I was hoping that would remain the case.

Seeing us, he uncoiled, sitting back. At first, he seemed at a loss for words… but he quickly found them.

“What the fuck was that? I mean… you were…”

“Fucking,” Nick responded, going with the obvious.

Greg blinked. Twice. “Ya think? I was there, Romeo! I got a full view of you both in your…” at this point, his hand waved wildly back and forth “…in all your… glory. How long has this been going on? Are you a couple or something?”

I had my hands up, placatingly. “Well, we’re not like a couple. I mean, not… we’re not, like together or anything… but yeah, we’ve gotten together a couple of times.…”

“Not nearly often enough, for my taste,” Nick interjected, apparently trying to lighten the mood. Greg just turned to him and stared, slack-jawed. Seeing Greg’s expression, Nick looked abashed, and stared at the floor. “Sorry. And Greg? Sorry you had to see… that.”

At this point, we could hear the front door burst open as Dave and Rich bounded in, laughing about something. I inwardly died, and fervently wished an asteroid would come crashing through the ceiling and just put an end to everything.

Sensing something was off, the guys’ laughter died away, and they looked around confused. “What’s up?” Dave asked.

Greg slightly turned his head and called out to them, “Nothing much! I just walked in on Buck fucking Nick’s ass off, is all!”

Rich started snorting a laugh, then looked over to see me in nothing but a towel, and Nick just holding a towel closed in front of his crotch. The laughter most definitively stopped. Dave asked, “Holy shit, are you serious?”

Nick, surrendering, crossed over to a chair and plopped himself down. “Yeah. He’s serious. Buck was giving me the ride of my life. Can you handle it?”

“Aww, Jesus! Don’t sit there,” Greg called out. “I mean… you were fucking! Don’t get all your ’fuck’ shit on the furniture!”

Nick raised his hands in exasperated confusion. “C’mon, Greg, what does that even mean?”

I did a total facepalm. Fuck my life. “Guys!” I sighed heavily. “Look, this is not how any of us envisioned the weekend going. Let’s just all sit down. Nick and I will answer any and all questions, and explain what we can. But we’re all here… let’s try to be adults.”

Dave shrugged and sat down on the opposite couch from where Greg was sitting. “It’s cool, we’re all good. We’ve all seen each other in worse light than this. Although if I do say, seeing Nick’s pencil dick poking out from behind that towel certainly qualifies as ’worse.’ For God’s sake, man… can’t you wrap yourself up?”

Nick flashed him an indignant look. He stood and theatrically flipped the towel open with his hands, exposing himself in his full glory. And then with slow, exaggerated movements, he wrapped it around his waist and sat down.

Well. This was going great.

At this point, Rich joined Dave on the opposite couch and tried to jump-started the conversation. “So. Seriously. You guys… like, do shit? Together? I mean… what do you do…?”

Nick’s eye-roll was pretty epic. “Christ, dude, do you want us to draw you a picture?”

Rich took in a breath, but I cut him off. “Yeah. We ’do shit.’ And not to belabor the point, but I think we all know what guys do when they get together… they suck cock and fuck ass.”

“Yeah. And it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m getting hard thinking about it,” Nick said defiantly.

Rich just shook his head and grumbled, “TMI.”

Greg in particular seemed skeptical about everything. “Ok, ok. Got it.” He paused, but there was clearly something else on his mind. He cocked his head slightly, and went on, “I mean, I guess I can see sucking cock, I mean… who doesn’t love a blowjob? But getting ramrod-ed back there? That’s gotta fucking hurt.”

I turned and looked Greg right in the eye. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it. You have no idea… none. What Nick said is true: it’s the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. It’s like a whole ‘nother universe of amazing.”

At this point, Rich chimed in. “But c’mon… isn’t that… nasty? I mean, a guy’s ass is… you know, dirty. Why would anyone want to do this?”

Nick made a sound of extreme exasperation and cast a disparaging glance around the room. “What, like you jackasses don’t jerk off every day thinking about doing anal with a woman? Why would doing it with a guy be dirty, if it wouldn’t be with her?” The guys didn’t say anything, but shuffled their feet and looked anywhere else. “And while we’re on the subject, I can’t believe you motherfuckers are going to sit around and try to tell me that you’ve never thought about what it would be like to get it on with a guy! Well? Have you?”

His accusing glare flashed among the guys, who didn’t say anything, but squirmed uncomfortably. Curiously, Dave stared back… then opened his mouth, and slammed it shut again. Interesting.

I wasn’t the only one who picked up on this. Rich cocked his head to stare at Dave more intently. “Dude. What.”

Dave said nothing, but the collective weight of our stares finally broke through. He started a flow of words that was juuuuust this side of babbling. “No… shit, NO. It was nothing. It was just…. Look, it was nothing. When I was just a kid, my uncle’s family used to visit us every year. My cousin… well, we’d jerk off together. But it was no big deal! We were horny and curious, and it never turned into anything!”

Nick gave a smirking half-smile. “Aw man, perving on your cousin? Jesus… you never said anything about that.”

“The Hell I was going to tell any of you fuckerheads!” Dave growled back.

Something hit me at that moment. Something that was breathtakingly obvious if I had thought about it even for a moment… but hadn’t really registered. Nick and I made an… interesting duo here. Nick was a founding member of the crew. And all the other guys went way back with each other, back through when they were teenagers. They had a bedrock of deep, deep friendship that was pretty much unshakable, too. Beyond the ball busting, ribbing, and endless bickering, they had an unbreakable trust in each other.

But at the same time, they would have navigated puberty together, and all the unholy terrors that it contained. They would have worked out their feelings of sexuality, hopes and dreams, and everything. Growing up, among guys homophobia was stronger than the force of gravity… and the crew had most likely all been mutually enforcing that on each other, even if they didn’t mean to. Or realize they were doing it. In some ways, they were still navigating those anxieties together today. Absolute trust, tempered with a fear of letting each other–or the Male Code–down.

I, on the other hand, was a newbie to the group. I wouldn’t, on my own, ever gain that level of trust and comfort with them. But on the other hand, I was a bit more “anonymous.” I was probably easier to talk to, because my relationship with them didn’t have all those extra layers, or have extra baggage.

Maybe I was a “safer” guy to talk to.

“Dave,” I ventured, “Then maybe you can kinda get where Nick and I are coming from. I never thought about myself as ever doing anything with a guy, either. Like you, there was no way I was ever going to make a first move. But… it happened. One thing led to another. And once you break the dam, so to speak, you realize that all that bullshit we’ve had drilled into our brains since puberty about man-sex being nasty, or that’s it’s only for freaks or pansies, is just that: bullshit. And not to put too fine a point on it, it’s actually fucking awesome. And suddenly you’re in a whole new world of possibilities that you didn’t know about, and didn’t know that you didn’t know about.”

Dave looked at me warily. Or maybe more accurately, thoughtfully.

I continued, not wanting to let the moment go. “Guys always joke that men give each other better blowjobs, because they have the same equipment and know what feels good. Well, I bet you found that was true for other stuff, too. I bet that cousin of yours gave you a better handjob than any girl you’ve ever met. Right?”

Dave didn’t say anything.

Got him. “It’s the truth; it’s just a fact of life. Nick and I didn’t have any experience. When things started happening, we were scared shitless. At least I was. I thought, well… guys don’t do this. Thought it wasn’t natural. But it was natural. It was easy. Turns out we knew everything we needed to know. And it was exciting. And…” I looked over at Nick. “…and it was fucking good.”

Nick smiled, made an air kiss, and gave his balls a squeeze. The other guys groaned.

I kept going. “The first time we let something happen, we realized there’s no comparison between how a girl works you over and how a guy works you over. And once we realized that, a lot of our inhibitions just went away. ’They’ had been telling us all our lives that guy stuff was wrong, off the table. But we tried it out for ourselves, and loved everything.”

Nick was looking at me, with a look somewhere between being wistful and being… grateful. “He’s right. Sex with this guy is totally different from sex with a woman. Like he said: guys just know. It’s so much easier.”

I looked dead at Dave. “Look, we’re all buds. What you say here stays here. Tell it true: you say nothing happened with your cousin but jacking off. But you were curious to try more, weren’t you?”

Dave held my gaze for a second, then looked down squarely at his feet. “Maybe.” He gave a rueful chuckle. “I never asked. I was never going to ask. But I wondered, yeah.” There was a fairly intense silence. “But I can’t be the only one who’s thought about walking on the other side. Greg, what about you and that sexaholic roommate of yours?”

Greg paused for a second, and burst out into wild guffaws of laughter. “On man! Jonas! God, I forgot about him. What a…” Greg trailed off, laughing to himself.

Given how hard he was laughing, I broke a smile myself. “Who was Jonas?”

“Oh, man. He was my roommate for one semester, back in freshman year, before flunking out. He… well, he was the most oversexed jackhole I ever met. He was, like pretty and had all the girls eating out of his fucking hand. Always going on about his ’sexual energy’ and all that. Hung out naked all the time. And I know far more about his sex life than I will ever know about mine. He had an endless parade of women, and they’d go at it whether or not I was around. He tried more than once to get me to join them.” Greg shook his head and drifted into a long silence. “And yeah, he did offer to suck me off to ’loosen me up.’ But there was no way I’d let him.”

“Why not?” Rich asked, laughing.

“Oh c’mon,” Greg said. “I mean, I just wasn’t into him.” Greg starting going off on a rant, his words and gestures flying around wildly. “I mean, his body… I dunno, he was like… a cat. And he was so… pretty. I never knew why the girls liked him so much. It was so fucking frustrating. Like, why? I mean, if I was gonna go for it with a dude, it would have to be someone like….”

As Greg’s head swung around mid-rant, his gaze suddenly landed squarely on me.

Our eyes met. And held. For just one beat.

And he quickly looked away.

The room was filled with a silence so loud I thought my ears were going to explode.

Greg brought his hand up, like he was grabbing his mouth. He was quiet for a second, but went on with measured clarity. “Look… sorry. I just got carried away and started babbling. I didn’t mean to imply anything, and I don’t have a thing for you. It’s just…. Shit. I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Well. This conversation was going places I never, ever expected.

I grabbed an ottoman and pulled it over. I sat down, perpendicular to Greg and mirroring his posture. “Dude. Don’t worry. And don’t worry about embarrassing yourself… I’m sitting here naked on the most humiliating day of my entire life. Trust me… no judgment here.” Chuckles rippled across the room.

Finally, Greg broke the silence, in a muted voice. “Yeah, like Nick said, I’ve thought about things every now and then. Wondered. We all do. But… shit. This sounds awful, but I don’t know that I’d ever… be interested in a guy like Jonas. I mean…. Aww shit.”

“It’s cool. We’re just buds, just talking. What kind of guy would be interesting to you?”

Greg smiled. Still looking down.

“Someone like me?”

“Yeah. Like you.” Greg lifted up his head and went on, words falling over each other. “Look at you. Great body, lovable scruff… you’re like the perfect guy. I’m not trying to creep on you, and I haven’t been jerking off to your picture or anything, but… yeah. You. And all of you. All you guys are real. Not like the guys in ads and all that shit. You’re actual, fucking, men. But… what the fuck am I even saying. We’re not doing anything. I’m just talking out my ass here… and you’re twisting my words!” he added defensively.

A pause. Nick, who had continued to stand this whole time, finally walked over to the opposite couch, and plopped himself down right between Dave and Rich, his splayed legs nearly touching theirs. They almost looked like they were going to say something, do something… but remained silently sitting there. Watching Greg and I.

I persisted, gently. “Funny thing, bud, is that I think I know exactly what you’re thinking. A few weeks ago, that was me. Me and Nick.” I looked over at Nick, who flashed a crooked smile at me. “In a weird way, Nick being a guy just made it… easier. More relatable. Safer. We hadn’t really thought about being with a guy, had no plans… and then, it happened. And I’m so fucking grateful it did. I didn’t know how exciting it could be. Easy and exciting. Feeding off each other like that.”

I looked around the room. I had everyone’s undivided attention. Dave, in fact, was distinctly rubbing his hand back and forth across his thigh. Left to right. Left to right. Left to right. Greg’s leg was bouncing rapidly.

Rich piped up. “Isn’t it… weird?”

Nick jumped in, playfully slapping on Rich’s leg. “It is many things, but ’weird’ isn’t one of them. Sex with a guy and sex with a woman are… totally different things. I mean, some stuff is the same, and similar principles, but… totally different. It makes sense… guys are just more… active. Aggressive. Direct. It’s fucking animalistic, just by default.”

“Plus,” I added, “I keep saying: a guy just… knows. About a man’s body. How to fucking drive him wild. In some ways, it’s like you’re fucking around with yourself.”

Nick beamed, and gestured over toward me with his thumb. “This cum-hound opened up whole new worlds. He’s woken up parts of my body that I didn’t even know were hot spots. You guys don’t know what you’re missing. I wish I–we–had been freer to explore and not be scared way back when. It’s been amazing catching up on everything we missed out on.”

Dead silence. Rich broke the ice. “Ok. I get it. But a guy’s gonna be… you know, fucking hairy. Sweaty. Doesn’t that… ruin it?”

Nick retorted, “That’s part of the magic.” The guys, who had been following the conversation intently, started to look incredulous. Nick continued, growing more animated with each word until he was nearly shouting. “No, seriously. Ok, I don’t speak from extensive experience. But Buck and I were just talking about this. It’s the hair that makes it so hot. It’s the sweat that makes it so hot. It’s the smell of his balls that makes it so hot. It’s knowing you’re with a fucking guy that makes it so hot. It’s… dangerous. Forbidden. And fucking primal. The fact that a guy… let’s you in like that, trusts you like that, is unbelievable. We’re always so fucking wary of each other, so territorial. And that trust, that fucking connection is hotter than fuck. And at the end of the day, guys just… let loose. And so you let loose too. They push you, and you push back. And then you’re going at it harder than anything you’ve dreamed about. It’s the most intensely masculine thing possible, and it’s all that masculine energy that’s fucking feeding you. Jesus! We’ve all been so housebroken that we don’t even know how fucking animalistic sex is supposed to be! I’ve never felt more alive, fucking alive, than when Buck and I are tearing into each other… it’s like a couple of fucking battleships colliding!”

“Like I said to Nick one time: sex with a woman makes me feel like a Husband,” I said simply. “Sex with a guy makes me feel like a Man.”

More silence.

Greg cautiously spoke up. “You… tell a good story.” I was close enough to see him starting to tent his shorts. I suspected the others weren’t far behind.

Dave murmured out, “Shit. It sounds hot. Maybe I wish I had done more with my cousin when I had the chance.”

Somehow, I heard myself say, “Maybe you can now.”

I don’t think I can convey just how intently everyone in that room was staring at me.

“I’m just gonna say it. This morning, when Greg walked in on us, I realized something. You guys are closer than brothers to me. We’re all best buds. We’re family. I’d take a bullet for you. I was afraid when you found out what was going on, that would be it. But in talking, I know we’re all in the same boat. I think it’s fair to say that we’ve all wondered about what it’s like to be with a guy, and maybe it only takes the smallest push for any of us to cross the line. I also think we’ve all been looking for something. All been missing something. Well… maybe we can help each other find it. Together.”

No one moved. No one spoke. I reached over to Greg, put my hand on his knee. He trembled, just for a flash. “Buck,” he said thickly, “I….”

“I’ve got you. It’s easy, just so fucking easy. Like I said: we’re buds. We’re family. You can trust me… no pressure. We’ve got each other, and always will. No fear. Just be yourself, Greg. Just let go. You have no idea what it’s like. You’re a fucking man. With a man’s needs. Fucking own it. Fucking take it.”

There was a long pause. Finally Greg took in a breath, and gave a smirk. A meaningful smirk.

I ran my hand strongly up his thickly muscled leg, my fingers sliding under the fabric of his gym shorts. He let out a series of rapid breaths. I could feel his leg hair get thicker as I moved into his crotch. Nice. I bet my jock buddy had a real man bush. Then, my fingers brushed his balls. My hand took them in. And Greg let out a deep baritone moan that made my rock-hard dick twitch with excitement.

I looked to the opposite couch. Nick was grinning like a mad fool, while Dave and Rich had mirrored expressions that showed shock, excitement, and an undercurrent of raw hunger. Even with their shorts on, I could tell they hard as steel. Not surprising; even if a guy is straight, he’ll react when watching another guy get pleasured.

I turned back to Greg, looking him dead in the eyes. “You’ve been curious. Well, the only way to really know what it’s like to be with a guy is to… be with a guy. And I think we’re going to have some fun.” Greg broke into a wide, lurid leer.

Without further ado, I grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down. Greg’s dick came free, and slapped against his torso.

Fuck.

My whole experience with dicks had been with mine and Nick’s. Seeing Greg’s set my balls on fire, in all the best ways. He wasn’t as long as Nick, but thick. He had a flared mushroom head that was leaking precum. As expected, his junk was nestled in a forest of curly hair. Not as hairy as Nick, but definitely all man.

Fuck. He was fucking hotter than Hell.

And I was going to show him one hell of a good time.

Faster than lighting, I buried my face in his hairy crotch, and breathed him in.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. His musk filled my nose and set my pulse racing. Yeah, he was fucking all man. Half dizzy, I started little tongue motions, tasting his balls, catching his shaft. He reached down and started massaging my head, his fingers teasing my hair. He wanted this.

I pulled back, and fucking inhaled his cock, giving him a second to feel my mouth surround his head before I drove down as far as I could go. Nick’s dick had trained me well; I had to stretch my mouth to match his girth, but as he wasn’t as long, I could pretty much dive down to his base.

“HOLY FUCK! OH MY FUCKING… FUUUUCK!! YES!!!!”

Greg arched his back and almost flew off the couch. Whatever he had been hoping for, this was far, far better. Whatever inhibitions he might have had went right out the window. I bobbed a couple of times, giving my deep throating the maximum impact, then pulled off to get my breath.

And then I really went after him.

“GOD! OH GOD OH GAAAWWWWD!”

I threw everything I had ever learned about male pleasure at him. I sucked his cockhead hard. Maximum suction, as I worked up and down, up and down, fast as I could. My tongue snaked down and probed him right under the piss slit, then back to the tip. A few deep dives taking his whole dick in my mouth, and then back to rapid-fire working the head. My spit ran down his shaft, and I used the extra lubrication to start jacking him in time with my mouth. He wailed like a Halloween monster the entire time, his head wildly whipping from side to side. His strong hands all over me.

After several minutes I pulled off him, still jerking his spit-slick dick with my hand. He centered his head, and looked at me. Fucking looked at me. “Oh God, buddy…. Oh God…. It’s so good…. It’s so good…. You’re so….”

“I need your balls,” I growled. And I took them. I gave them the Full Treatment. I fucking loved having my face in his bush, breathing his scent with every breath. And Goddamn, I loved his balls. Sucking them. Taking them into my mouth. Teasing them. The feel of his skin on my tongue. I lapped at them constantly, listening to the wild pitches of sound he was making to tell what really revved his motor.

I pulled out to go after his cock again. I slid my head sideways and ran my mouth up and down his shaft. And in doing so, I got to see what was happening with the other guys.

I was right in my estimation: even the straightest of guys gets aroused when he sees another guy getting pleasured. Dave and Rich were both openly working their cocks. Rich was feeling himself up through the fabric of his shorts, while Dave went all in–he had pulled his dick out and started stroking himself openly.

Nick had seen enough. He flipped the towel around his waist open, showing off that steel girder between his legs. His dick was standing proud and ready for action. Since Dave was more accessible, he moved there first–knocking Dave’s hand away and sucking his cock down. Dave’s legs flew apart, and his head shot back as he unleashed a thundering roar.

Rich looked desperate to catch up, desperate to be part of this. He stood up and wildly tried to work his fly open and free his dick. Nick fucking growled as he dove at Rich’s crotch, wrenching off his shorts and underwear, and started grinding his face into Rich’s hairy balls. But Dave was not going to be put off. He jumped up, and the two started dick-dueling for Nick’s mouth. Nick started working them both together, driving the guys out of their minds.

But I couldn’t focus; I had Greg.

I knew Greg was built… like I said, he was a jock. But I wasn’t prepared for just how fucking stunning he was. Well into it now, he reached back over his head and grabbed the couch for leverage, giving me an unobstructed view of his body. He was smoother than Nick, with just a spray of chest hair across his perfectly shaped pecs. His arms back, I got perfect view of his hairy pits, and I swear I had butterflies in my stomach. Fucking butterflies! His arms were… fucking impressive, and I knew if he threw me down I had no chance of getting up.

I had to have him. To show him what it felt like to be with a guy.

Still jerking him slowly to keep him honest, I plastered my mouth on his bellybutton and started working my way up. The drag of my stubble clearly got to him, as he arched his back and hissed. My tongue went to work, attacking his nipples and sucking them as hard as I had sucked his cock. With my free hand I started massaging his meaty pecs, running my tongue all around their chiseled edges. I wasn’t sucking gently, like some schoolgirl, but the way one man pleasures another. He had stopped trying to form words, and was now just letting loose an undulating howl.

Hormonal rage is a wonderful, terrible thing in a guy… and right then, it was raging through me. I fucking needed my dick sucked, too.

Without ceremony, I got up onto the couch, straddling Greg with my dick in his face. “Show me what you’ve learned.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

Greg gave a nasty smile, and leaned forward. He jerked me with his hands a couple times to build his courage… and then he went down on me.

FUUUUUUUUCK.

Greg didn’t even have even the limited experience Nick and I did… but again, there is nothing like a guy to know how to blow a guy. And, given how fired up he was, he had enthusiasm working for him. Everything going on had made him hornier than fuck, and he was determined to repay me for what I did for him. He had great suction, and totally worked his mouth to drive me crazy. He worked me over hard for a few minutes, and then I pressed the issue by grabbing his head and started fucking his face.

I couldn’t believe it. This fucking Hulk of a man was into it, and giving me as good as I gave him. After a few minutes, he pulled of and went lips–first for my balls, and then mouthing my hairy crotch. He started swinging his head side to side through my crotch, sending electric thrills through my body. God… he was a fucking natural.

Well. Time to push the envelope.

I reluctantly pulled my dick out of his mouth, leaving him panting and leaning in to get me into his mouth again. But I had other ideas. I stepped down and got between his legs. I vacuum sucked his cockhead, making him growl. Then, I ran my tongue the length of this shaft, down, down toward his balls. I gave them a few good laps but didn’t stop my momentum. Then, before he knew what was going on, I hoisted up his hips.

And in a blast of desperate hunger, I fucking buried my face his ass.

I can’t fucking tell you how fucking turned on I was. His most private spot, never touched before, never pleasured before, was fucking mine. He didn’t know what hit him.

I was in my element. His butt funk was fucking rich and heavy, slightly sour. I ran my face up and down his crack. Again, not quite as hairy as Nick, but with a hairy hole just crying for attention. I fucking ran my face through it again and again, scouring him with my scruff. And then I opened my mouth and fucking went after his hole.

Greg was completely blown away. Without any reference to what was happening. He fucking bellowed his lungs out, screaming “OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD EAT ME EAT ME EATMEEATMEYOUFUCKER AAAAANNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAA!” His beefy hand grabbed my head like he was trying to crush my skull, and fucking ground my face into his ass, fucking living for the pleasure that was flooding him. And I kept going, raping his virgin hole with my tongue, shaking my head violently in his crack, and wildly mashing my lips into him. He bucked, and flailed against me, all the time roaring his head off.

I went after him until my jaw hurt. Neither of us wavering in intensity. But there was one more thing I needed to do. I pulled off Greg, and let his legs fall. He looked at me with a dazed expression. “Stay here,” I said. Again, it was not a suggestion. I got up, and darted back to our room. There was a little bottom of lube I needed.

I strode back into the great room, watching Greg idlily stroking himself, while looking at the others. I followed his gaze and was stunned at what I was watching unfold. Nick had gotten both guys to the floor. He was snapping out orders as he started manhandling them into position. I saw what he was doing, and I have to say I had a burst of jealousy that I couldn’t be part of it: Nick had got them into a rough triangle on the floor, and they started blowing each other. All of them making grunting, slurping sounds. The sounds of men.

Well, let them have their fun; I had Greg.

I shot a wad of lube into my hands, and then reached back to start fingering my hole. I was waaaaay too horned up to be particular about it… it was good enough. I squirted some more onto Greg’s dick, as he watched me with awed reverence. He panted out, “Holy shit. Are you…?”

I didn’t mince words. I got onto the couch straddling him. I gripped his dick and guided to my hole. Greg was so excited his body was almost shivering. We locked eyes, and I could see the pinwheel of emotions spiraling through him: excitement, nervousness, a pang of uncertainty… and a shit-ton of overarching sexual hunger. Probably the same look I had the first time Nick sat on my cock.

My look back to him was simple sexual hunger.

With a smirk, I pushed back and felt his cock rip into me.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Two ringing voices bellowing out together. He instinctively grabbed my hips harder than a pneumatic vice. I gripped his hairy forearms, just as strongly.

“Oh SHIT, you’re fucking HUGE!” I snapped from between my clenched teeth.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck,” was Greg’s only response. His eyes were as wide as platters, and his mouth twisted as he tried to wrap his head around how good it felt. I rocked gently, and Greg’s whole body started rippling in time. I could tell… more than anything, he wanted to ram into me. To fucking seed me. To fucking breed or die. I brought my hands to his shoulders to try and steady him. “Hold on tiger… I gotta get used to you. You gotta thick one.” Greg made an indistinct sound borne of sexual frustration. I bore down on his dick, squeezing it with my hole. He shuddered. I repeated, and he shuddered again. I could tell his patience was at its end, and… well, fuck it. I needed his fucking cock.

“How does this feel?” I snarled at him, and I pushed down in force.

“Ohh… OHHHHH…. FUUUUUCK!” Greg lost his mind, and I was less than a half-step behind. I could feel the fucking drive of his cockhead as it drove into me, totally rearranging my innards. That fat head ground against my magic spot, and I started seeing stars. I hit rock bottom and could feel his pubes scouring my hole. I tossed my head back and fucking howled.

And we were fucking on. I have no idea what the other guys thought, but they sure as hell knew we were rocking each other’s world. Greg’s dick gave me a different feeling than Nick’s… not as deep, but a mile wide. My skin started roaring with electrical fire, and my head started pounding. Greg was right there with me. I couldn’t believe his strength. He started pounding me–and I mean fucking pounding me–even though he was sitting down. His beefy hands locked around my hips and he was fucking bouncing me up and down on his cock. I could fucking see the muscles in his arms and pecs move. And I was totally swept away, like being rolled by a huge wave in the surf.

Unfortunately, Greg was way, way too fired up to last long. Too soon, I knew he was going to blow… his face contorted, and his movements became more desperate and less focused. He let loose a thundering cry, grabbed me hard and fucking exploded inside me. It was fucking epic. He kept trying to thrust into me as he came down, all the time barking out deep-throated sounds of raw lust.

When he finally drooped back into the couch, I leaned in, meeting him forehead to forehead. “Not bad… for a rookie.” Greg, still panting, could only laugh… a deep, and deeply satisfied laugh.

I pulled myself up, feeling the long, wet suction of Greg’s dick slip out of my hole. I looked over at the other guys, still desperately sucking each other in their wheel of suck. Leaving Greg for the time being, I stepped over to Nick and slapped his bare butt. He looked up at me. “Make Greg comfortable. Watching you guys has made me horny.” Nick smiled, disentangled himself, and stepped aside.

“Ok boys,” I announced. “I need to eat some ass. Who’s first?”

Rich looked uncertain. “I dunno, that seems kinda….”

Dave cut him off. “You fucking serious?” he said with raw excitement. “Fuck yeah, man… FUCK yeah!”

“Rich, sit on the couch. Butt-boy here will suck you off while I get to work.” God, I loved fucking around with men–they didn’t need convincing. No need to build consensus. The guys eagerly got up, with Rich sitting down, and Dave on all fours between his legs. Splaying his ass for me.

And ohhh fuuuuuck. Dave had an incredible ass. He was an avid biker, and his ass was pure, rock-hard muscle. Plus, his butt was more… square than Nick or Greg. He was also easily the hairiest of our pack, with fury ass cheeks and dense curls of hair running the length of his crack. I couldn’t believe my luck of getting to eat out two virgin butts today… giving two guys an intense blast of forbidden pleasure they had likely never even thought about. Oh my fucking God. I was fucking pumped.

I took my time. Dave’s ass was mine. I rammed my face in deep to scent myself, and started hyperventilating on his butt musk. Dave, to my immense satisfaction, totally lost his shit. I mean, I’ve never heard a guy make sounds like that. In a way I felt bad for Rich–he was getting a scatter-shot blowjob from Dave, just because Dave was so consumed by my rim job.

Dave kept pushing back, grinding his ass into my face as he howled.

Well. I decided to push the envelope. I ate him so aggressively that I kept driving Dave forward. Sweeping my tongue everywhere, fucking him with my tongue.

After what seemed like wonderful, fucking hours of eating, him, I pulled my face back from Dave’s spit-slick hole. I licked a finger, and slid it inside him. Dave nearly jumped. He gave out a yelp, which quickly melted into long, obscene moan. “FU-UH-UHH-UUUUUUUCK!!”

Fuck. Dave was a vocal one.

I fingerfucked him for a few minutes, letting him get used the idea of an invader back there. Then another finger. Then another. Dave was all but freaking out… his wild, shrieking cries elaborate enough to be a symphony.

I had to have him. I smeared lube on my raging cock, lined it up, and drove it home.

Dave screamed like a pack of a hundred hyenas… loud enough to set off our car alarms.

I had only gotten my cockhead inside him, but he needed more. With a mix of yells that sounded somewhere between pain and bliss, he started pushing back on me. When my dick rubbed the nut inside him, he fucking lost his shit. I made a few quick thrusts in and out, and his whole body convulsed. I went for broke and dove down, balls deep inside him. And Dave fucking howled. And we fucked. It was the wildest ride I’d ever been on, with him thrashing violently… all the while howling to the moon. I grabbed the back of his head and drove Dave’s face into Rich’s hairy crotch, partially to muffle his cries. Then, I started pile driving his hairy ass. My own mind was roaring at the heat, the fucking pressure of being inside him. The hot-as-hell suction. Sweat poured off both our bodies.

I’m not sure how long we slammed against each other–I was totally in the zone, and Dave with in a different level of consciousness. But then I could feel it. Even with no one touching his dick, Dave was about to blow. As he shot the loudest load ever shot by man, I fired my own massive load deep inside him. My hollering completely obliterated by Dave’s.

I thought poor Dave was going to collapse into a puddle, but to my surprise he almost seemed… energized by the whole thing. Still panting, he tilted his head toward me and growled out hoarsely, “Oh God. Dude… I owe you man! I fucking owe you!” He then looked up at Rich, and said, “You’re not gonna fucking believe this.” He then hoisted Rich’s hips into the air and dove face-first into Rich’s hairy ass. Rich started protesting, but very quickly got into the swing of things.

Well, I guess I can’t deflower all of them… no sense getting greedy.

I looked over and saw Greg and Nick were gone; a second later I heard sounds coming from the bedroom.

I walked in to see Nick balls deep inside our jock friend. Nick was standing at the foot of the bed, with Greg laying on his back, his fantastic jock ass hanging over the side, his legs wrapped around Nick’s waist and his hands clutching the tangled sheets. They were well past the preliminaries, and Greg’s face was showed again the whirlwind of sensations he was experiencing.

I watched for several minutes… it was remarkable. Their moves, their sounds, the way they touched each other… everything about them was so fucking masculine. Two guys, lost in masculine pleasure.

Greg was hard as a rock, and started jerking himself in time with Nick’s power thrusts.

That gave me an idea.

First, I slid next to Nick, who paused for a second from pounding Greg’s hairy hole. I licked Nick’s sweaty neck up all the way to his ear, and then whispered, “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Nick smirked.

I got over to the bed, knocked Greg’s hand away from his cock, and straddled him. Greg’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as it dawned on him what I was doing. Nick had bottomed out, balls deep inside Greg’s ass. I lined up Greg’s rock-hard cock against my own, still-cummy hole. And then I fucking sat down hard on onto Greg’s cock. Greg’s eyes rolled nearly out his sockets, and he let out a wailing cry.

We fucked hard. All connected. Nick into Greg, Greg into me. Greg bellowed the loudest, not sure what was giving him the biggest thrill. I loved the feel of Greg’s fat dick stretching my hole as we stared into each other’s eyes. We fucked. And we fucked. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of masculine grunts, and balls slapping ass.

But, not just from us. Out in the great room, I heard unmistakable sounds of men fucking. Rich and Dave were fucking going after each other. And, well… Dave is a screamer, that is for sure.

We fucked, and fucked, and fucked. A collision of cock, ass, sweat, and fire. Finally, Nick blew his load deep into Greg’s ass, triggering Greg to shoot, too.

I could feel the added wetness as Greg fucked his way into oblivion. God, it felt fucking good.

And here’s the thing. I had shot that long ago, but never really went soft. And now, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Nick, feeling pretty spent, had crashed down on the bed. Covered in sweat.

I couldn’t help myself. Right at that moment, something came over me. And I needed Nick. I needed to fucking fuck Nick.

I don’t remember how we came together, but there it was… I was lying on top of Nick, face to face. Balls deep inside him. And giving the most ferocious fuck of my life. Maybe there was a residual jealousy? A possessiveness? On top of my already off-the-chart lust for the guy? Who the fuck knows. But I’m telling you, we FUCKED. I fucking slammed my body into his. HARD. Our mouths met, and we fucking made out as if we were lions ripping apart a wildebeest. My mouth was everywhere, nearly gnawing on his neck, as he savagely made out with mine. We FUCKED. HARD. I pushed his arm back and buried my face in his sweaty pit, fucking living for his rank scent. And we FUCKED HARD. Our sweat poured together, and still I pounded. HARD. HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD.

And again, we violently made out… and I pounded him HARD HARD HARD HARD. My speed increasing. HARD HARD HARD. We fucking HOWLED.

HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD

Nick threw back his head and fucking SCREAMED as his dick blasted out four, five ropes of cum all over us. And my mind went fucking blank. I buried my head against Nick’s sweaty, hairy chest and screamed to shatter the earth. And then I fucking CAME. I felt my cum rip out of me, hard enough that it felt like it a stick of dynamite went off inside my dick. I filled his ass with a fucking ocean of spunk. I grabbed onto Nick and never, ever wanted to let go.

Finally, I raised my head… and saw Greg. He had been laying there next to us the whole time. Inches away. He was stroking his rock-hard cock. In awe. “Holy fuck, man. Holy fuck.” It was all he could say.

I looked past him to see Dave and Rich in the doorway. Dave stroked himself. Rich just smiled brightly and said, “Fucking WOW!” As if we were his idols.

I buried my face in Nick’s hairy chest again and laughed. Oh yeah. Fuuuuck.

***

Epilogue:

It probably comes as no surprise to hear that we pretty much fucked each other’s brains out for the rest of the weekend. In every way a bunch of horned up guys could conceive. We didn’t abandon gaming entirely–we did throw together a series of drinking games that would have made a frat house blush. More to the point, we did ultimately decide to finish the game we started the first night, but we raised the stakes somewhat: the guy who lost was going to have to be fucked by everyone else, back-to-back-to-back. Although we’re a competitive bunch, Dave had no problem throwing the game in the last turn, smiling a wicked smile as he did so. As the winner, Nick fucked Dave last, with three loads of white-hot cum churning inside Dave’s ass to lubricate his dick.

When we packed up, there was a wave of hugs and high-fives all around, and Rich enthusiastically offered to find us a place for a new Game Night Weekend. Soon.

After the others hit the road, I dragged myself into Nick’s SUV for a ride home, sore and pretty much wiped out. Still, it would have taken an entire team of plastic surgeons to get the smile off my face.

There was a companionable silence as we started down the forest road. I glanced over at Nick, and tossed him a question: “So. What was your favorite part of the weekend.”

Nick looked over at me. He almost started to say something, then let it drop. “What?” I asked. “Don’t tell me after all that you’ve suddenly gotten shy.”

Nick chuckled. “It probably sounds weird. Despite Greg’s stamina, Rich’s inventiveness, and Dave’s enthusiasm, the best part was… was….” Pause. “Oh fuck it. The best part was that very first night. Just you and me. Trying to keep quiet.”

I think my heart started glowing so bright it about exploded.

And suddenly, it was nearly impossible for me to speak. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You… I mean, you….” I trailed off. There was a long pause before I continued. I took a deep breath. “Same for me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved all the crazy shit we did. But… I’d trade everything from the rest of the weekend for another night like that. With… you. And only you. All that other stuff was amazing, but with you it was… real. You’ve fucking got me good.”

Gentle silence. Nick reached over, and grabbed my shoulder. His voice was as quiet as mine. “Yeah. You’ve fucking burrowed into my soul, man.”

I couldn’t get my voice to work for a reply, so I reached over and lightly grabbed his thigh. Nick looked over at me, and saw everything he needed to see in my face. His eyes were wet, but he smiled.

“You up for a quickie? Private road and all.”

“For you, bud… absolutely. But no need to make it quick.”

“None at all.”

END

My elder brother Peter and I were ushers at our cousin Joe’s wedding. Joe had done alright for himself, marrying into a wealthy family. The wedding itself was at a large country manor set in

acres of land, just one of the bride’s fathers holiday retreats.

Rather bored with the wedding afternoon’s party I wandered outside for some fresh air and also to try and find my brother Peter who I had not seen for about an hour.

Walking around the back of the manor house to the car park area I spotted Peter sitting in the passenger seat of the bride’s father’s Rolls Royce. He was oblivious to me approaching the car and right near the window I said “What are you doing Peter?” .

It all happened in a split second, Peter looked at me gob smacked, the bride’s father looked up from Peter’s lap ,still holding Peter’s stiff cock that he had been sucking and the cock itself was spurting cum.

The silver haired old cock sucker wasn’t going to let that go to waste and had his mouth over the spurting prick gobbling down my brothers juicy load.

“Don’t tell anybody” pleaded Peter.

“I don’t understand” I replied, aware now that my own cock was rigidly stiff.

“I knew, Graham wanted to suck me off from the very first moment we met. It was that look he gave me wasn’t it Graham?”

Graham was too busy to answer, his tongue rolling around my brother’s knob head,  his sucking sounds keeping my own dick stiff.

“He’ll suck you off Tony. He’s mad for cock”. said my brother pulling from Graham’s mouth.

Graham, the brides father, was a widower, not only that but a randy old Bi guy.

The thought of a suck off had my cock twitching like crazy.

Graham looked up at me, cum around his mouth, his pale grey eyes twinkling. For an older man he was quite attractive, tanned and distinguished looking with a shock of silver grey hair.

“Do you want sucking off like your brother? I’m up to it if you are”. he said licking the cum from his lips.

Peter climbed out of the car, his trousers looking a little cum stained.

“Get in the front seat Tony and I’ll keep watch out here” he said.

I got into the passenger seat and Graham began to undo my trousers. Rather than get my trousers cum splodged like Peter’s, I pulled them right down to my ankles together with my underpants.

Graham looked very pleased when he saw my stiff cock looking so proud.

“That is one lovely looking dick” he said before taking half of my prick into his mouth. The feel of his hot tongue lapping around my helmet had me moaning loudly and Peter put his hand inside the car’s open window to cover my mouth.

“Sssssshhhh! You’re making too much fucking noise bro” he said.

Graham gobbled my cock right down his throat. I’d never been sucked off by an older man before but he sure proved that old men are the best cock suckers, I was in absolute heaven.

“He’s good isn’t heTony?” said Peter but of course I couldn’t answer, just nod.

Graham was making a real meal of my prick, his hot mouth relishing every inch, his throat designed for cock, his tongue, a cock lickers prize tool.

I mumbled that I was going to cum but my words didn’t quite make any sense in any case it was too late to do anything about it as I started to spurt inside Graham’s hot mouth.

Once he got a taste of my spunk, the old guy went crazy for it gobbling my cock and swallowing my cum like a mad man.

He kept sucking and licking until my balls were cum dry and then he sat up and thanked me for the creamy load wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

Peter pulled his hand away from my mouth at last and I pulled up my pants and trousers.

“Fuck Peter! Does this mean we’re gay?” I asked

“No! It means we are healthy sex hungry men that’s all Tony, though I have promised Graham that he can fuck me”.

“What?” I said in surprise.

“It’s no big deal, just a fuck. Now get out of the car Tony and keep watch for us”, he said.

I got out of the car still surprised that he was actually going to let Graham fuck him. The guy was old enough to be our father, grandfather even.

Peter got in the back seat and removed his trousers and pants. Graham, pretty quiet now, joined him in the back seat pulling his own trousers and pants down to his knees.

I watched as Graham began to rim my brothers hole, working saliva all over my brothers sphincter ready for a fuck.

Graham’s cock was a thick monster, long and stiff and I was wondering how Peter was going to take it up his tight arse.

Moments later the big cock was in my brothers hole and fucking his brains out. Peter wrapped his legs and arms around Graham, his throaty groans getting louder and louder. I went around to the door nearest Peter, opened it and clamped my hand over his mouth like he had done mine.

“Be fucking quiet Peter, you’ll have wedding guests

snooping around”.

His muffled groans now showed how well he was being fucked. Graham’s arse was going back and forth in a definite rhythm , his randy old cock bludgeoning Peter’s arsehole.

Graham kept the pace up, his balls slapping Peter with every thrust.

“I’m going to come” he squealed suddenly.

“He’s going to come his load right inside you Peter” I said “Fuck! You don’t mind do you?”

Graham’s grunts and groans summoned his spunk up and the randy old fucker began to juice up Peter’s fuck hole.

Determined last thrusts, sent streams of sperm headlong into Peter’s hot hole.

I released my hand from Peter’s mouth and he began to whimper as Graham drained the last sperms from his cock.

“Right guys, we better get back to the wedding party before we are all missed” said Graham very matter of fact.

He was soon out of the car and sprucing himself up looking as immaculate as he did at the wedding service. Peter on the other hand had come stains on his trousers so the first port of call on leaving the car was one of the downstairs toilets.

Graham had hurried on ahead leaving us to trail behind.

“Boy he really fucked you good Peter. I’m surprised you can walk”. I said.

“Well it’s awkward walking as I can feel cum running from my arse  into my fucking pants”. he replied.

In the plush toilet we bolted the door and  Peter took off his trousers and handed them to me to try and remove the stains.

I used a little soap and my handkerchief, dabbing at the stains without wetting the material too much.

Peter pulled his underpants off and threw them into the bin.

“I can’t wear them, they are soaked in spunk” he said.

“I’m just so surprised you let him fuck you, I mean that is soooo gay”. I said.

“Well I’ll let you into a little secret Tony, I am in fact BI,

I’ll have sex with anybody, and as you now from the suck off, older men are pretty damn good at sex”.

Surprised even more I had to ask him more.

“What does it feel like having a big cock pushing into your arse? It must hurt”.

“Well it does at first little brother but once you get into it and feel that cock brushing over your prostate again and again, it is fucking ecstasy believe me”.

“I thought he was hurting you by the way you were groaning” I said.

“Fuck no! Those were groans of sheer ecstatic pleasure and every man should try a cock up their arse. It’s amazing”.

I was getting stiff just thinking about it and even stiffer when Peter offered to stick his cock up me.

“We can’t, we’re brothers” I said trying to restrain my raging hard on. “Besides I’m straight”.

“That’s what they all say until that big cock is stroking their prostate to maximum pleasure. Come on, nobody will ever know. We’re just two guys having some fun together”.

Two minutes later and I was bare arsed and leaning over the bathroom stool waiting for my brothers cock to fuck my arse.

“Now just relax and let me in, then it won’t hurt”. he said, soaking his cock with a fist full of saliva.

The hot feel of his knob against my hole felt so good and I pushed back on his dick as he suggested to me.

“Fuck!” I yelled as his cock gored my guts and his balls slammed against me.

“There! You got it all in one Tony” he said holding his dick still and letting it throb in my arse.

The stool was pretty wide and had ornate handles  each side which Peter gripped as he began to fuck me.

I began to whimper loudly but this time he did nothing to muffle my moans.

His thrusts were hard and I was beginning to love the feeling of a packed hole. Once I felt his cock on my prostate I was hooked on fucking and told him to work his cock over and over my sensitive gland.

The feeling was immense and totally mind blowing, my arsehole caving in to the demands of Peter’s cock as he ram fucked the groans out of me.

My first fuck and I was loving it, the fact that it was my brother’s cock made it all the more exciting and forbidden.

I was almost crying with pleasure as his cock went deep inside my virgin hole.

“Can you feel my dick rubbing over your prostate little bro? Isn’t it good?”

I had to admit that it was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life so far, not knowing what was still to come.

“I’m going to come” said Peter “I’m going to shoot inside you”.

I was ready for his spunk, my hole twitching with excitement as he unloaded his jizz up my hole.

Somebody was rattling the door handle of the washroom but Peter was too far gone to stop the sperm from spurting.

Pulling out of me, Peter went to the door and listened.

“It’s me Graham? Is that you in there Peter ? The wedding party are wondering where you and your brother have got to?”

Peter opened the door a little and Graham pushed inside.

“What are you dirty fuckers been up to?” he asked.

I was still over the stool pretty exhausted.

“Fuck!” he said “You’ve fucked your own brother and his hole is running with lovely cum. I need to get in there”.

“We have to go back to the wedding party” said Peter putting is clothes in order.

“Not before I get into that inviting creamy hole” said Graham approaching me and pulling his cock out.

“Come and hold his arse cheeks apart for me Peter . I’ll fuck him quick and then we must get back”.

Peter did as he asked, his hands pulling my bum cheeks wide. Graham pressed his knob into the

sperm running from me and just pushed it back up my arse as he thrust his cock in.

“Fuck!” I yelled. His prick was bigger than Peter’s and thicker but that didn’t stop him from opening up my hole.

I was in absolute raptures when his cock rubbed over my prostate, far more than when Peter had fucked me, the old man was a fucking legend.

“Wow!” said Peter “Didn’t think my little brother would be able to take your big cock but he’s opening up for you big time”.

“Oh!Fuck! It feels so good” said Graham “So warm and sloppy, it’s like my prick is in clotted cream. It’s one hell of a juicy arsehole”.

Graham fucked me good and hard, his quick thrusts wrenching tears from my eyes, tears of bliss as his prick pounded deep.

“Spurt your load in my little bro’s hole He was fucking straight when he came to this wedding but he’s gong to go home like a gay cum slut”.

Graham began to cream my hole over, his jerking dick pumping a thick flurry of spunk up my fuck sore arse.

“Come, we better get back” said Graham pulling from my arse, his dick dripping cum onto the floor.

What a day! What a wedding, the best wedding I’d ever been to especially meeting Graham who was to become a great fuck buddy.

“Did you enjoy that? ” said Peter as we sat later having a beer.

“It was mind blowing but like you I think I need to get rid of my underpants”.

What do you mean?” he replied.

“Graham’s spunk is running from my throbbing arse  and soaking them “.

I looked over at Graham, he was dancing with his daughter, the bride. He spotted me and gave me the most cock erecting smile and wink and the cum in my pants felt wonderful!.

Year 2015. Left my job for consultant on a big fraud case for the defense. The client hired one of the top criminal law firms in the country. My fee was 1/2 of my annual salary. Client plead guilty to 9 counts. My job was to mitigate those counts to 1 offense and negating the other 8 at sentencing. I accomplished that and due to one false statement he got probation.

Moving on to meeting a real tall thin black / str8 top. I was reviewing thousands of pages for 14 days from 6:00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m at the law office.  The night security guard came through at 10:p.m. and said i have to be out by 10:45 p.m. due to the security contract with the law firm. Only those on the approved list could stay after that time. 

When he walked in he was 6’4″ tall, about 150lbs. We chatted and asked if I live far. I said i am staying couple of blocks at the Hampton Inn. He said he could walk me to the hotel. As packed up my computer and brief case a few magnum xxl condoms fell out.  He saw them and said I use these too. I said i don’t use them for myself but just in case i meet a someone that needs them. That is when i saw his dick down his leg soft. 

He asked if i was gay and said yes. He said girls require him to wear that size. 

He asked if i can suck and swallow nut. I said yes. He asked if i can take big dick. I said up to 12 inches. As we were waling out the building and to my hotel he asked if i like black guys. I said yes especially str8 black guys.  He then told me he was 10.5 x7 inches and he cums excessively

i said why don’t you come up and i  can swallow that load. When we got to my room he went to bathroom to pee and then came out fully naked with a long hanging black dick. i stripped and got on all fours and started to suck his dick deep throat. he was verbally nasty and after 10 min he came a lot.

I have been hooking up with him for 7 years now and we moved to anal and threeways.