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Joseph stretched his foot backward, feeling his quads pull tighter. After four months of sitting in his dorm with a sprained knee, he could feel his muscles getting lazy and rigid again. Years of work, it felt like, were undone by one careless hit.

It had been his last day of junior year, and his last semester playing college football. Not a tear, thankfully, but enough to hobble him for a few days. And to put an end to his training.

But, four months later, school was over and he found himself at the new family home in the suburbs of Des Moine. His folks had settled for a smaller place, now that the kids had mostly all grown up and moved away. The farm had been sold off in exchange for a small ranch-style home on a block that was packed full of them. Now his folks were living out their retirement and had actual human beings to socialize with, instead of just the horses and stray dogs.

The beauty of the open land was hard to be but, in the very early morning like this, it wasn’t all that much different. Just empty, open roads and nature, still wet with morning dew.

It was as far away from his college life as could be, with all of the screaming fans, the stadium classroom seating, and the swarms of people moving in and out of their dorm room at all hours of the day. It had been a whole week back, and he still didn’t miss a moment of that life yet.

With one last stretch and a few bounces in place, he stepped onto the road, music blasting through his headphones.

He walked a few tentative paces, feeling the easy movement of his legs again, feeling the rush of freedom once more, and the pull of the open road ahead of him. Half a breath later, and he was off at full speed.

He sang aloud with the music, hurtling over broken cracks in the pavement and dead branches. His path took him down the main road, and off into the maze of side streets. He didn’t know where he was heading, but he felt confident it would wind its way back in the end, if he took enough right turns. With the entire summer ahead of him, getting lost didn’t seem like that much of a problem.

His feet pulled him forward faster as the road sloped downward. There were no signs of life other than the occasional deer grazing its way across a front lawn, watching him with suspicious eyes.

Cherry Crop Lane became Cherry Bottom Road became Peach Crop Lane. He lost track of the names as quickly as he could read them. Ten minutes more, he was certain he was lost and he grinned at the thought. He squinted as he passed the next sign, turning to read the long name. The road stopped suddenly short, rising to an invisible hill, sending a bolt of pain up his leg, right through the middle of his injured knee. Joseph stumbled, then skidded into the ground, and rolled into the grass.

He picked himself up quickly, and hissed in a breath. The scrapes on his hand suddenly felt more urgent than his knee. The pain from his leg was already fading, but his palms were bright red, and already starting to bead with blood between the pebbles and dust. He hissed in a breath and took a look around. None of it looked familiar. Or, rather, none of it looked unique. The street turned here, and the houses were sparser, with trees towering over the whole stretch of road.

The shadows were deep enough that he didn’t spot a man walking over toward him until he had nearly reached him.

“You okay, son?” the man called over.

Joseph looked the stranger over. He was older, maybe in his late forties. Black hair, and a short beard with more than a little gray in it. He was well-built, and his clothes were already lightly spotted with sweat from the work he was doing outside.

Joseph nodded quickly. “Yeah, just tripped on the road,” he said, gesturing at the ground. “I’m okay.”

He turned his palms to look, and found them still bright red and rubbed raw. Joseph took a few steps away before the man could see it too. He moved to sprint away quickly and his knee sunk sideways, causing him to stumble. The stranger took a quick step forward, and stopped him from tumbling into the road again.

“I think maybe you better take a minute there, son,” he said.

His eyes were a dark green, and his muscles bulged beneath the tight work shirt that clung to his body. Joseph nodded quickly, hoping to escape before he embarrassed himself more.

“I’m Brian,” the stranger went on. “Do you live around here?” He had a voice that was deep and slow, and somehow soothing.

Joseph nodded again. “Cherry Crop Lane. My parents just moved out here, so I got a little turned around. Oh, I’m Joseph,” he added, as the man guided him to sit on large, old stump beside the road.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joseph. And you’re not too far from off it now. If you kept heading the way you were going,” he said, gesturing ahead, “make two rights at the Stop signs, you’ll be back home in five or ten minutes, I’d say. How’s your knee?”

Joseph glanced down at it. “Just a little tight, but not painful. I hurt it awhile back.”

Brian frowned at it for a moment, contemplating something. Then, he stripped his work gloves off and tossed them to the ground. With both hands, he gripped Joseph’s leg on both sides, putting pressure on it, working his way up to the knee and back down again. It felt sore for a moment, but gradually the muscles loosened as the man’s calloused hands pressed and kneaded at them.

“Better?” Brian asked.

Joseph nodded again, testing the stretch of it, feeling the easy movement once more. “Yeah, actually I think it is better. How’d you do that?”

Brian bent down and retrieved his gloves. “I was married to a doctor for fifteen years. I can’t say I know much more than what I did, though.”

Was married. Past tense.

Joseph was curious, but not enough to pry. Instead he bounced lightly on his feet, feeling for signs of pain, and gaining confidence every moment it didn’t appear.

“Well, maybe that’s not my only trick left. Let me get something for those cuts.”

Joseph wanted to refuse, but the man was already halfway to the front door in two strides. He was back a minute later with a small kit, and patted the front steps of his porch for Brain to come and sit.

“Have you lived here long then?” Brian asked, as he dosed out rubbing alcohol and dotted the wounds.

Joseph winced, and shook his head. “Only a week. My parents moved here in December, though.” He told him all about the farm he had grown up on as Brian placed the bandages.

“I grew up not far from there, too,” Brian said, setting the first aid kit aside. “I only moved out here after we were married a few years. Mark got a job at a hospital out here. And when he passed away, there wasn’t much point in going back.”

He?

Joseph nodded, but suddenly found himself breathing faster. He noticed for the first time how close the man was to him on the porch, only a hand’s width away. He remembered the powerful, leathery hands that had cleaned his. Something stirred between his legs, unbidden.

Joseph leapt to his feet, his cock swelling to full size like an animal out of control, and he shouted out his thanks. Brian watched him go. If he had noticed a bulge in the thin material of the gym shorts, he gave no sign. But Joseph felt the man’s eyes on his back as he made the long walk down the end of the street, finally turning right and out of sight, his erection still jutting hard against his tight shorts.

He made it home safely with no more problems from his knee. The rest of the day passed without much distraction. But, at night, he replayed his time with Brian on endless repeat. The way his strong hands had kept him from falling. The width and size of his shoulders as he had leaned in to carefully clean the wounds.

He had a husband.

In the pitch black, Joseph slipped his boxers down to his hips, and gripped his hard cock. The shaft of it was already sticky with pre-cum. He stroked his tight sack with his fingers and, with his eyes shut, he pictured Brian leaning back in a wide chair in his living room. It would smell like leather and oak inside. Joseph pictured himself there between his legs, Brian’s hairy cock at full length, as thick as his wrist, waiting for Joseph’s wet lips. He could still smell the man’s musk.

Joseph went suddenly still, and he felt the hot splash of cum spray against his belly. He moan softly in the dark as he worked the last few drops out onto his belly.

The next morning, it rained. And then the next day it rained again. By the time the weather was nice enough to run again, Joseph’s hands had healed and his knee was feeling back to normal again. He knew to take it easy, or he’d risk hurting himself a third time. But, when his feet hit the sidewalk, he was off like a bolt of lightning, the blur of his legs hiding the bulge of his erection from any passerby.

After five miles and two wrong turns, he spotted the twisting road and long row of overgrown trees. His pace slowed, both to keep a careful eye and to avoid spilling himself into the road again.

Though, he thought, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, either.

Then Joseph spotted him. He was bent over to clean up yard clippings, his powerful legs like tree trunks rooted into the earth, the same gray workgloves on his hands.

“Good morning,” Joseph called over, as he slowed to a halt.

Brian was grinning as he turned around. “Joseph. How are you feeling?”

Joseph worked his leg, stretching the muscle. “All healed,” he announced. “My hands, too. Sorry for all the trouble the other day.”

Brian waved it off. “It was no trouble. Where are you heading?”

Joseph felt his heart racing. “Nowhere. Just killing time. Why, was there anything you needed help with? I’d like to repay you, if I could.”

But Brian waved it off again. “No repayment needed. I’m just glad you’re okay. Make sure to take it slow.” Brian turned back to his lawn clippings.

That, Joseph hadn’t prepared for. Never in his three nights of fantasizing did the conversation end with Brian just saying “No”.

“It’s really no trouble,” Joseph called over, and took a few steps closer. “I have a whole summer ahead with nothing to do.”

Brian frowned at him, the lines of his tanned skin growing deeper, his eyes trying to read something in Joseph’s. Whether it was pity or desire, Brian breathed in deep, then nodded. Joseph went to work.

Together, they cleaned up the front yard and, by noon, they started on the back. Brian was in the middle of clearing some weeds that had grown into trees, he said. He had his own private patch of land back there. The way he described it, it was going to be beautiful.

They ate lunch in the shade of the back patio. Joseph made sure to run his finger’s against Brian’s hand as the man passed him the plate. While they ate, Joseph told him about his life at school, and then his life growing up on the farm. Before long, they were back at the work, Brian’s muscles bulging, glistening with sweat as he chopped and pulled. The firm muscles of his ass stretched his jeans skin-tight as he squatted to lift the dead wood and launch it onto the pile. Joseph let himself be caught starring more than once.

But, by the time the sun had started to dip, Joseph still left with nothing more than a pat on the shoulder. Twenty minutes later, he was home, leaning against the wall of his shower, his middle finger pressed deep inside his tight hole, his other hand pounding furiously into the mat of pubes between his legs. Open mouthed, he felt the wave of orgasm roll through him. The muscles clenched hard around his finger, and he sprayed his load across the wall, with gasping, shuttering breaths, the image of Brian’s body still fresh in his mind.

Brian was waiting for him the next morning, this time simply drinking coffee on the front porch. He nodded to Joseph as the boy jogged to a halt beside him.

“Good morning! Where are we starting today?”

Brian patted the porch beside him and scooted over to make room. “Why don’t you sit down first, and we can talk. I’ve got coffee.”

Joseph shook his head, but sat down anyway. Brian’s voice didn’t sound happy. It sounded like a breakup. And, when Brian spoke, it sounded like words he had been preparing all night.

“I know why you keep coming by here, Joseph. Am I wrong to think you might have developed a bit of a crush on me?” Brian asked.

Joseph looked at the ground and shook his head.

“It’s… very flattering. And I do like having you around,” Brian said, resting his hand against Joseph’s knee. “But you need to realize how inappropriate it would be for me to get involved with someone who’s less than half my age. I think we would be much better as friends.”

Joseph glanced around. “There’s no one around to see us.”

Brian made a startled sound, and removed his hand. “That’s not the point.”

Joseph didn’t believe that for a minute, though.

He reached up slowly, and brushed his palm against Brian’s knee. He didn’t pull away. “Are you sure?” Joseph asked quietly.

This time, it was Brian that was lost for words.

Joseph turned to face him. This time, he traced his fingertips up the inside of the man’s thigh. He felt a hard knob jutting out, nearly edging its way out of the leg of his gym shorts. Joseph grinned.

“You know,” Joseph went on, “I’ve been going home every day I see you and masturbating. Did you know that?”

Brian shook his head, his face growing paler.

Joseph nodded, his fingers still trailing back and forth. “I dream about taking your cock down my throat. I think about your hot load against my tongue, and I cum some hard. You never think about that?” Brian said nothing, but swallowed hard. “You never think about my wet lips wrapped tight around that fat cock of yours? As I lay you back in your favorite chair” he asked, his palm stroking the length of his shaft. Brian was every big as thick as he had dreamed.

Joseph slipped his hand up the leg of Brian’s shorts, slipped under his tight briefs, and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. The man was so thick, Joseph’s fingers could hardly reach all the way around him. Softly, he began to stroke.

Brian’s eyes went distant, his mouth went slack, and a tremor rolled through his powerful body. Joseph felt the smear of pre-cum dribbling down the front of his own boxers. The heat of the man’s cock radiated out like a furnace. It was hard as a rock. He could feel the sweat and fur of the man’s sack each time his hands pumped slowly forward. And he could feel as Brian’s hips began to pump back.

“Not here,” Brian croaked, and nodded toward the door. Joseph nodded back.

They made it to the entrance way before Joseph was on his back, and Brian was pinning him tight against the floor, his mouth hungry from every inch of skin he could taste. Joseph moaned, his own cock pressed tight against the thin fabric of his shorts, the wet spot already obvious from the outside. Brian found it, and ran his tongue up the length of it slowly, deliberately. Pre-cum oozed from out of the fabric, thick and white, and Brian lapped every drop of it off.

With one quick tug, Joseph’s shorts were down to his thighs. Brian starred for a long moment, long enough for Joseph to worry if he’d had a change of heart. And then Brian’s mouth took in the full length of him, and the world melted in white pleasure.

Brian’s mouth seemed the churn against the head of his cock. His fat tongue, his tight lips, the stream of warm saliva that pushed and pulled around it… It was too much. Joseph’s cock had barely been in the man’s mouth for a moment, and already he was howling into his hands, his body pumping more cum than ever before across Brian’s tongue. Brian held him there, rocking with him, stroking his sack until he finished.

“Have you ever been fucked, Joseph?” he growled into the boy’s ear. Joseph shook his head. “Then get upstairs.”

Brian was a step behind him all the way to the bed. Joseph stopped short, and Brian lifted all hundred and eighty pounds of him with one arm and tossed him onto the mattress. Brian climbed up after him and turning him easily onto all fours. With two kicks, Brian spread the boy’s legs open wide.

Joseph grabbed two handfuls of the blanket as Brian’s calloused fingertip stroked against his hole. A sound like a gasp and a moan rolled out of the boy before he could stop it. He braced himself for pain, but Joseph was in no rush. He stroked him slowly, firmly. When Joseph’s knees got weak, Brian stretched and soon there were two pillows under his hips, and Brian was back to his slow, firm strokes. Joseph laid there, eyes shut, oblivious to anything but Brian’s touch.

Another stretch, and Brian’s fingers were back, and spreading a cold, thick lube down the length of him. The feeling of it made Joseph’s body jerk. Then the stroking continued, Brian’s fingers straying less each time, finally circling only his hole, pressing lightly in, and circling around again. Joseph’s cock swelled back to full attention against the pillows.

More cold, thick lube. In and out the finger went. Joseph felt his body blushing red. Then after a minute or two of that, instead of Brian’s finger, his fist slid in between the cheeks, digging and churning between them. Joseph squealed again, and Brian held him tightly still, his fist still pushing and twisting against the slippery surface. Joseph could feel the pressure against his hips. It was coming soon.

Before he knew it, a finger had slipped inside again. More lube, more penetration, slow and steady. He could feel the finger hooking inside of him, dragging down the length of the muscles inside his body. He gripped the finger hard, trying to crush it with the muscles of his body. Joseph had never been able to get so deep inside before. It was always so tight. Brian played with his hole so easily, though, already a second finger was inside. He felt the man’s fingers spread, felt the tight rim of his asshole stretching with pure pleasure at his touch.

Brian shifted behind him. The bed rocked from the weight of him settling onto it. There was the sound of leather and the tinkle of metal as the man undid his belt behind him. Joseph raised his ass higher into the air, needing it, his cock already swollen again and ready to burst.

When Brian’s cock slipped up the length of his crack, Joseph couldn’t hold back. His thighs tightened, and he thrust back hard. He felt the swollen head of Brian’s cock against the rim, and push inside. The muscles stretched open easily, but clamped tight. Joseph pushed back harder, and they quickly gave way, let him drive deep inside. Every inch of it was pure, blinding pleasure. Brian’s legs rattled and he gripped the covers tighter. The stretch he felt was like riding the edge of an orgasm, or a rollercoaster that was just about to drop. Sweat dripped from every pore and a cry was forced from his lips.

Brian gripped the boy’s hips tighter, holding him still, keeping Joseph from thrusting into him again. Joseph tried his best anyway, and the grip against him grew tighter. Brian was in no hurry. They had the whole summer free.

His thick cock slid in slow. Joseph could feel it in his belly, the whole length of the man was inside him, stretching every muscle inside of him to its limit. He could feel the hard ridges of the man’s cock head driving in and out inside of him. His body clamped against the man hard, with every ounce of strength he had to give and every muscle in his body. Brian held him that way for a long time, letting his body adjust. His muscled arms held the boy tight. He held him just like that, and then, on his own time, he began to pump his hips in light, slow strokes.

Joseph came first again. He hadn’t expected it. He had felt the contraction of his balls, a hot wave of pleasure rolled across his body, and he felt the hot sprays of cum bursting out against the pillows. And it was all without Brian laying a single finger on him. It was like waking up in the middle of a wet dream, the orgasm coming seemingly from nothing. He shut his eyes, and the contractions never slowed, even as Brian finished several minutes later.

Brian howled and squeezed him tight, his cock twitching inside Joseph’s belly. His mouth was at the boy’s neck as he spilled the last few drops inside the boy’s body. Joseph shut his eyes, the waves of pleasure still as potent as the first time. He felt his cock still letting loose warm streams of semen and, for the first time, felt the dribbles of another man’s cum leaking out of him. Nothing in the whole world could ever feel as good as this, he knew.

Every morning that summer, rain or shine, Joseph made his way to Brian’s door. Brian fucked him hard against the dining room table. Joseph rode the man’s hard cock until they both howled with pleasure, as they lay on the couch. He took the length of the man’s cock down his throat in the bathroom shower almost daily, going slow, savoring every moment of it. They left no surface in the house untouched. Some days, they would still work on the backyard as they both tried to recover. More often than not, Brian’s need would overcome him, and Joseph would find himself on all fours, being mounted in the open grass of their own private garden. Both of them soaked in sweat and stained by grass by the end of it.

Every day Brian took him, and every day Joseph was stretched like it was the first time. He never, ever wanted it to change.

***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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I don’t know what the hell brought all that on. I mean, I had always seen myself as perfectly straight, a guy who whose fantasies and experiences were with women only, thank you very much. Maybe that was the problem… that I’d never thought about it before, so I had no counter-argument ready when all that was challenged. But still, even in my wildest imagination, there’s no way I would have ever thought that….

Sorry… I’m jumping the gun. Let me back up.

It all started because Corey and I had become friends. And we were the most unlikely of friends. I knew him somewhat while we were in college, as he was the roommate of one of my best friends. My friend and Corey were themselves an unlikely couple, with different personalities and interests. But as roommates they were perfectly matched, with something of a odd couple kind of thing going. So again, I ran into and talked to Corey all the time, but we had never really hit it off for whatever reason.

That all changed in the year after graduation, after my best buddy suddenly found a woman who became The Love of His Life.® He was so enamored (ok, pussy-whipped) with her that the guy started flaking out on getting together with anyone else, many times leaving both Corey and I in the lurch. Finally, my friend up and moved in with her, and more or less fell off the face of the earth. By that point, Corey and I had gotten into the habit of hanging out together, and I actually started having a blast with him. We never looked back.

The thing about Corey was… well, he was the most intense person I think I’ve ever met. Everything about him was intense. Quiet. Reserved. Brooding. Almost like coiled tension in human form, ready to spring. I think some of the intensity sprang from his upbringing. I didn’t know his whole story but I knew he had a rough childhood, and he was very closed off, especially at first. At times it felt like he viewed the world with a certain… wariness. And his hobbies tended to be solitary, and hard core. He was a dedicated distance runner, always pushing himself. He loved hiking, too, but his true love was rock climbing, and he did it every chance he could. All this gave him a nice athletic build. He wasn’t bulky, but the man had more strength in his little finger than most guys had in their legs.

Beyond that, he was a great looking guy… but he had sharp, angular features that added to his overall vibe of intensity. He had the most piercing, icy blue eyes I’ve ever seen, which had a way of stopping you dead in your tracks.

But as I got to know him, I got to sense that this quiet intensity was just a shell… really just the tip of the iceberg. While he might seem stand-offish, I got the sense that deep down he hungered for real connections with other people. I came to realize I had never met a guy with more zest for life. The man was up for anything at the drop of a hat, a guy who ran around like he wanted to experience everything the world could possibly throw at him. He salivated at the thought of travel, especially if it was to new places. Plus, give him a couple drinks, and he became the world’s most engaging, interesting conversationalist–you had to work to keep up with him. And most of all, he was fiercely loyal to his friends. I mean like Blood Oath loyal.

In terms of personality, I was as different as I could be… like a yin to his yang. I’m Sean, and I am as sun-shiny as Corey is stormy. I’m well known for my humor, a great circle of friends, and my ability to talk to anybody. I’ve kept active and have good build, and am hairy in all the places a guy should be hairy. I have a devilish smile that I’ve used with devastating effect on the ladies… and overall, I can say with no false modesty that I’m damn good looking, in a puckish way.

Even in our love lives, Corey and I were worlds apart. I kept up an active love life with several women, including a serious 2-year relationship that lasted right up until the last few weeks of school when she dumped me in spectacular fashion. I was still smarting from how all that went down. Corey, as far as I knew, had a long-distance thing going on for at least four years with a girl named Jenny, but I rarely heard him talk about her. I only know the few times she stopped by they had animal sex that matched Corey’s trademark intensity.

That summer in the late-1990s was challenging. I had started working at a big indoor-outdoor music festival as a bar back, hauling kegs, cases of wine, bags of ice and what not. There was something going on nearly every night, so I was able to get loads of hours, and the endless shifts of heavy lifting was giving me a body to envy without ever having to go to the gym. Best of all, being a sometime musician myself, I got to hang out with all kinds of people in the industry, ranging from musicians and promoters to roadies, so I got a chance to get to know the business.

The tradeoff is I had next to no free time, and when it came it was usually in oddball chunks. Fortunately, Corey’s work schedule had more flexibility, and pretty much alone among my friends we were able to hang out fairly regularly. Over grilled food, endless conversations, and plenty of liquor, we became pretty tight. We planned big plans, argued about music and groused about the sad state of our respective love lives.

And then things took an unexpected turn.

I was heading over to Corey’s place… we were planning on grilling some burgers and he wanted to share some Brazilian jazz he had just picked up. I knew nothing about Brazilian jazz, but was in need of company and a cold beer. He mentioned that he had brought on a new roommate named Jake, who might be around as well. All fine with me.

Once I arrived, we cracked open some beers and Corey put on his music. Shortly thereafter, Jake showed up. I really didn’t see him–he shouted out a general “hello” and shouted over his shoulder that he was just back from a run, and was going to hit the shower. Corey shouted back that since we were about to be hit with a summer thunderstorm, Jake should have just waited outside and let nature clean him off. Jake grunted something indistinct and hopped into the bathroom.

While the water ran, Corey somewhat filled me in on Jake. He went to our same college, and Corey had known him from a couple of classes they took together. Jake was pretty much a jock, and kept busy in a couple of amateur league sports since graduation. Jake had mentioned that he thought he knew who I was from college, but I couldn’t ever remember meeting him.

After a few minutes, Jake came out to join us, freshly clean.

Jesus.

I mean, I’ve always thought I was straight and all, but…

Jesus.

Jake was wearing nothing but a pair of lounge shorts, with a sizable bulge indicating he was going commando. While Corey had a tight athletic build, Jake was straight up a hunk, with well-developed muscles. He had dark brown hair that dusted his entire, muscled body. I mean, he wasn’t a gorilla or anything, but had hairy forearms, a nice hairy chest, and a treasure trail that I suspected led to a completely unmanscaped bush… as evidenced by the pubes peeking out over the waistband of his shorts.

It wasn’t just his body that screamed “jock,” however–it was his whole bearing. The way he strode into the room and plopped down on one of the chairs had such a… physicality to it. A swagger. A confidence. Like, that even as he was lounging with a leg casually thrown over the arm of his chair, he could leap into action in a flash if someone suddenly threw a spiral pass.

To be blunt, my boy Jake was hot.

Jake had grabbed a beer and effortlessly joined us in our conversation. We had a blast. He brought a certain cockiness to the table, a snarky sense of humor that balanced out Corey’s brooding intensity and my happy-go-lucky charm. We covered a lot of ground, getting into a particularly vehement argument about local bands as we tossed back a few too many adult beverages.

During a break in the storm, we grilled a few burgers and ate them down like a pack of hyenas. It was summer at its finest.

Rain soon drove us back inside again, and our well-lubricated conversation resumed. Perhaps not surprising when you throw alcohol and bored young guys together, the talk turned to sex. At first, Jake made a kind of deliriously raunchy comment… one that often passes between roommates, especially those that share a bedroom wall and have zero secrets. But he caught himself, realizing there was a new guy in the room, and started half-apologizing.

“Hell no, man… don’t worry,” I responded. “Don’t censor yourself on my account. It’s been months since I had any action. Hell, it’s been so long, I think they’ve changed it. You gotta let me live vicariously through my friends!” I raised my beer bottle in salute.

Jake registered surprise. “Dude. A good-looking guy like yourself? What happened?”

I winced somewhat, sensing Jake was about to start busting my balls on what was for me still a touchy subject. Corey jumped to my rescue. “We gotta let him be. Sean had the mother of all bad break ups. It was so bad, I think it was even covered in the British tabloids.”

I let out a big sigh and took a deep swig of beer. “Yeah. Ripped our whole circle apart. It’s taken the wind out of my sails. I need to get on my feet and get out there again, but… you know.”Rather than let me wallow, Corey started a more general lament that we were all in a dry spell. I found myself surprised that Jake didn’t have 5-6 women lined up that same evening. Jake noted that he had just gotten out of a bad relationship with a woman who swore she loved everything about him, and quickly set her mind to change everything about him. We agreed that women never understood guys… and certainly didn’t understand our need for constant, regularly-occurring sex.

The talk slowly shifted to remembering our best bouts, and chest-pumping boasts about who had the craziest sex adventure. Our hunky friend Jake won that contest hands-down. Moreover, he had emerged as the ringleader of our conversation… leading with smarmy references and lewd asides. It was the kind of obscene fun that only young males could appreciate. I was loving the conversation, but I was also realizing just how horny I was under the surface. I’d had had nothing but my right hand for far too long, and fueled by beer and bravado I was feeling a certain longing. I knew that as soon as I got home, I was going to let fly with some serious jerking off.

Then, the topic of our wildest fantasy came up. And again, Jake was wildly, wonderfully irreverent. We were all laughing hysterically, and envious of his creativity. He had this whole narrative worked out with settings, characters, everything. An over-the-top romp if ever I heard one.

I really didn’t have anything to compare with that, but when they guys looked at me for my own obscene fantasy, I went ahead anyway. “I don’t have anything that… specific,” I started. “But wellllll… let me see.”

After thinking for a second, I went on. “OK. My fantasy doesn’t involve anyone specific, or any place specific so much as… well, it involves something I love but never get to indulge myself in. The thing is, I’m a butt-guy. And I mean that in all ways. I mean, have you guys ever had a girl pleasure your butt at all?”

They looked at me skeptically… this was the 1990s, and guy’s butts were still pretty much off the table.

I went on. “I had one girlfriend who did. We were fucking on the floor, her on her back and me on top of her… it was a hot, steamy session. Right there on the carpet, couldn’t even wait to get onto the bed. I had my rhythm going and she was moaning like a bitch–we were into it. And then, out of the blue, she reached around and without any fanfare she slid her finger into my buttcrack and started fingering my hole. Fuck, I lost my mind. I never felt anything like it! Jesus, just thinking about it gets me hard now. I had a good sweat going, and her finger was slick… and fuck if that move me into another gear. I couldn’t even keep fucking her, I was just circling my ass around her finger. It set off lighting all over me. And as I bucked, it slid in… and that’s when I almost fucking lost it. I turned into an animal, and started fucking the shit out of her. Like harder than anything we’d ever done. And with my pounding her pussy, it was like she was finger fucking my hole. It was like nothing you could ever believe. I didn’t last, and I swear with her finger up there, my cum shot out in technicolor.”

The guys were looking at me with intense interest.

I continued. “If you ever, I mean ever get a chance for that, fucking take it. Promise anything, if you have to. I think I scared her with how out of control I was. We saved that for special occasions, and every time she fingered me it was a fucking party. But it was only that one girl… everyone else thought it was too nasty. I wish I could have a massive session where a woman gave my ass that kind of attention.”

As I finished my story, I could tell the guys were thinking long and hard about that… hearing expert testimony on a source of pleasure they had never contemplated before. I didn’t add that I would occasionally finger my own ass still today if I was really riled up–that was a bit too personal to share. But sadly, exploring with my own finger never gave me the thrill of having her do it for me.

“But there’s the other side, too,” I went on. “I have this other fantasy kinda related to that, but no woman I’ve ever known has ever let me do it. So, I love a woman’s ass. I mean, like love, love, love it. Everything about it. The shape, how it curves. Those two sweet ass cheeks. Yeah, tits and pussy are great, but I’ve had my way with them. I want to get into her ass. I mean, to really get into her ass. Not just fucking it… I want to do something, dark, taboo, forbidden. I want to eat her ass out the same way I eat out a pussy.”

Jake made somewhat of a face. “Aw, dude, seriously? Isn’t that gonna be nasty? I mean an ass is… dirty. Jesus, wouldn’t the smell of it gross you out?”

“Well, first, doing something nasty is itself a fantasy of mine. I always played it safe, played it ‘normal.’ Just once in my life, I want to do something totally fucked up!”

Here, Corey snorted in derision. I rolled my eyes at him and went on. “But it’s more than that. Scents… well, scents really rev my motor. I don’t know what it is. But everyone always jokes about how bad a woman’s snatch smells, but I fucking love it! I love that scent. I want to do more. Really explore. Maybe I’d hate it, but the thought of burying my face in an ass gets me hard as a rock.”

At this point, Jake did something unexpected. Totally unexpected. “Well, fucking hell man… if you want to bury your face in an ass so bad, be my guest!”

With this, he stood up, pulled down his lounge shorts, and shoved his now bare ass into my face, inches from my nose.

And right there, time stopped.

I recognize that he was just shitting me, mocking me… giving me a snarky “fuck you” to my face, and fully expecting me to react in kind. A bit of physical humor, if you will. Something I’ve found  that hypermasculine guys in hypercompetitive environments like team sports readily do. I’m sure he was just being a jackass.

But I stopped. And strangely enough, I considered.

Now, I’ve seen lots of male ass in my time. Having done high school sports, living in a dorm, working out at the gym… yeah, I’ve seen all kinds of butts before. But I never took notice of them. For one thing, doing so was a quick invitation to getting your own ass kicked… homophobia still formed the bedrock of male relationships at that time. But more than that, years of socialization had taught that a guy’s ass–particularly a hairy ass, like Jake’s clearly was–was the textbook definition of nasty, ugly, and disgusting. There was a reason “butt-ugly” was a common smear. And guys themselves wrote off their butts; while guys were forever boasting about their arms, and a guy’s dick was the mark of his masculinity and sexual prowess, his butt was all but forgotten. As a result, you never, ever paid attention to a guy’s backside. That was personal.

But right now, Jake’s ass has my undivided attention. Unlike the pear-shape of a woman’s ass, his was both rounder, yet straighter. And it was clearly solid muscle. It was lightly dusted with hair, that became darker and fuller down his crack, thickening considerably where his asshole was. It was… powerful. And… it was fucking masculine. Raw. Animalistic. And intently sexual… I had no idea a man’s ass could be that fucking hot.

I had never in my life thought about a man’s ass, but suddenly my mind was considering things I had never considered. Nasty, taboo things. I had dreamed so long of getting my face inside of a woman’s ass, and now I was… holy fuck, was I considering doing it with Jake’s? How similar, but how different would it be? What would it be like with that… hair? My gaze rippled across his muscled backside, taking it in… and was my pulse quickening? Was I actually considering it?

What the fuck was….

…oh shit.

Instead of making a smart-ass response to Jake’s peep show, I realized I was staring. Thinking about possibilities. But for how long?

I looked up and my heart fell. Jake was looking at me. He had seen my expression.

He knew.

“Holy shit… you’re fucking thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Blood drained from my face. And any thought about sex was washed away in a wave or raw terror. Like I said, homophobia was the bedrock of all male relationships. I had just given this well-built jock an open invitation to fucking punch my lights out. Or worse.

I immediately started jabbering in a panic, desperately trying to keep my voice from raising up several octaves. “What? Fuck, no, Jake! No way…! No…! No, I was… that’s crazy!” I tried unconvincingly to laugh it off. “Fuck you! I wasn’t looking at anything! I’m not gay. I am not gay!”

“I don’t blame you, I’ve got a hot ass,” Jake responded, levelly.

His casual response only raised my level of panic. For a second it occurred to me that the only thing worse than getting the shit beaten out of me because this man’s man thought I was checking him out… was having this man’s man actually believe that I really was gay. That would lead to social death, and worse, it would rip apart everything I thought about myself.

“Jake, NO… I swear it wasn’t anything. I’m not gay! I swear I wasn’t checking you out! I would never do anything like that!” The words kept pouring out of my mouth, indistinct, desperate… and not fooling anyone.

“Dude. I saw the look in your eyes. A guy’s a guy–he can’t help it. Not when he’s fired up. You’re into ass. And you’re thinking about mine. You can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Jake… NO! Look, I’m not like that!”

“Get over yourself, man. It’s all ok,” he retorted. There was a cockiness to him, like he knew he had already won. But it wasn’t dominance… it wasn’t like he was going to… I don’t know, blackmail me. He was just… interested. Curious. No… aroused. If I had never considered doing anything like this, neither had he. But here he was… considering. “Dude. You’re the one who was telling us how awesome it was having your ass get attention. No one’s ever talked that way to me. No one’s ever offered. I know you want it. I’m not afraid to try something new; hell I live for trying out something new. Do it. Here’s your chance to live out your fantasy. Make a believer out of me.”

I couldn’t do anything but stare at him, in slack-jawed surprise.

Finally, he had enough. He reached back, grabbed my head and pulled me toward him. Toward that fucking incredible ass. “C’mon, do it.”

I didn’t resist.

I first brought my face in close to his cheeks. Tentative, but with growing excitement. And my deep hunger for ass slowly started burning away my fear. I lightly touched him with my fingertips. Fuck, his ass was incredible. Harder than I thought, way harder than any woman’s ass I had ever touched. Not smooth like a woman’s, either… I could feel the gentle brush of his man-hair. Fuck. Raw muscles. Fucking strong. My fingers took on a life of their own, not wanting just to touch him… I wanted to feel him, to luxuriate in him. The strength and power of his muscles amazed me, and I started massaging him harder.

My pulse was rapidly gaining strength, and I could feel my breaths starting to tremble… hormones were flushing through my system. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This was so wrong… so dangerous. There was no way this incredibly masculine guy was letting me do this, not just to touch his ass but to… fucking feel it like this. Butts were always a turn on, but this was so unlike anything I expected. It wasn’t “butt-ugly,” it was fucking hotter than hell. I was finally living my fantasy of doing something taboo… and I was feeling both exhilaration and an amazing sense of freedom.

Soon both my hands were kneading his asscheeks, rolling the muscle, as my own body responded. I realized I was getting hard, as my cock responded to the flood of hormones. Beginning to strain uncomfortably in my shorts against the constraints of the fabric.I wanted to get closer, horny as hell. I wanted to… I fucking wanted to kiss it. Alive with forbidden thoughts, and living dangerously. I slowly brought my face in… and brushed them against his muscled flesh. Just a whisper of a kiss.

He groaned approvingly, his first response. My passion was quickening. I kissed him again… harder. Dragging my lips, and feeling the light brush of hair against my tongue. He groaned again, breathing out “That’s it. You know what you want. Show me.”

I kept kneading his ass, harder now. As I massaged him, my hands slightly pulled his asscrack open, revealing his hairy trench. My passion boiled over into hunger. This is what I’d dreamed of for years. Ok, slightly different… but this opportunity was right here, right now. I was horny as fuck. I was into this, and we both knew it. Time to quit being a tenderfoot and live like a man.

Time to make my fantasy real.

I moved my face to the top of his man trench, and began muzzling it, moving my mouth around and getting my nose inside him. I wanted this to last, to savor every part of it. He had showered a couple of hours ago, but I could still make out a distinct scent… the scent of man-ass.And…it…fucking…set…me…OFF.

It was earthy, unlike anything I had experienced with a woman. Dark and musky, tinged with sweat. And slightly sour. It was raw, and full-on masculine. Like nothing I had experience before. Or ever thought to experience. Unbridled male. Fuck. FUCK! I suddenly wanted… no needed that scent. Fired by lust I never thought I had. Fuck, I never needed anything that badly in my life.

I ran my face hard down his trench. Scenting myself as I went, rubbing my face like a buck rutting against a tree. My breaths coming as explosive pants as I went. Jake growled, “Fuuuuck, yeah, man. Fucking… YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Fucking get in there!” There was no turning back.

Whatever he may have thought it would be like, he was very vocally expressing his encouragement now.

I drove down further, loving the friction of his hairy buttcrack, my senses alive with his scent. It was getting stronger, and my hunger for it was shooting through the roof. I couldn’t believe my luck that I was getting to do this! To live out my fantasy! I was way past whatever reservations I had about doing this with a guy–the thrill, the danger of breaking this utter taboo was part of the thrill.

I finally got to his puckered hole. Fuck. FUCK! I was fucking in heaven! His scent was strongest here, filling me with his masculine essence. But I had never been this close to an asshole, and I looked at it in amazement. Raw. I fucking needed it. I fucking had to have it. Without a second thought… I fucking ground my mouth against it.

And fucking started to eat his ass like it was my last chance at life.

“FUCKING YEAH, MAN! Eat me! Fucking EAT ME! EAT ME YOU FUCKING SONOFABITCH!!” Jake grabbed my head and tried grinding my face into his hole… as if I needed any encouragement. “Fucking YES! YES! YES! Fucking EAT ME!”

I was on fire. I ate him for all I was worth, savoring the taste, the smell, the feel of him. It was like nothing I had experienced.

I fucking lost it, and unleashed my inner beast on him.

Jake was completely caught off guard by how violently I went after him. The force of my oral assault drove him forward, off balance, flailing. He braced himself against the chair he had been sitting on, then hauled up his legs one by one so he was kneeling on it, his ass spread as wide as he could.

And still it wasn’t enough for him. He desperately switched from trying to grind my face in deeper, and to pull his cheeks apart to give me more access. All along the way he swore out an increasingly desperate string of vulgarities before letting lose with an animalistic howl. He was completely swept away by my furious attack, by my raw hunger, and the completely unexpected pleasure that he was feeling.

And I had no idea how much I was turned on by the masculinity of it all. Jake was straight-forward and loudly vocal in his pleasure. There was a directness to this, an excited willingness to wallow in physical pleasure. And since I was a guy, I instinctively knew what to do, even if I had never done anything like this before. I acted out what I’d love to have done to me, and it was clearly working. We were falling into synch, a desperate dance of hunger as we let our freak flags fly.

By now I was painfully hard, and in frustration I wrenched open my shorts and pulled down my jockeys. My titantium-hard cock slapped against my abdomen, desperate to finally be free. I similarly wrenched away his lounge shorts, so he was completely naked before me.

And then I really let him have it.

I was insane with lust. I kissed his puckered hole hard, then sucking it in as hard as I could. Throwing him forward, forcing himself to try and anchor himself to keep from being bowled over. With him opened up, I rammed my tongue in as far as I could, tongue fucking that hairy hole for all I was worth. I then violently shook my head from side to side, dragging my stubble across his tender skin while he roared in approval. I then moved to lapping him like a puppy, and then repeating the cycle. Constantly changing. Constantly keeping him on his toes. And loving the raw scent and taste. The taste of man. In his undulating roars, he actually begged me for more, like a bitch in heat.

Then, something different happened. I was giving his hairy man trench a sweeping, serpentine glide with my tongue, starting from the top of his cleft to his hole, when I kept going… taking in his hairy taint. I got to his hairy balls… and had a moment of decision. Up until that moment, I was laser-focused on Jake’s incredible jock ass, glorying in this forbidden part of a man. But now I was coming up on his balls. Heavy, full and hairy… churning out his spunk. I had been focused on him that I didn’t realize something. If I kept going, if I went after his man parts, I was well and truly going to be gay–going after his manhood for the sake of going after his manhood.

Fuck it. I was ready to take that plunge… but then there was a sound.

As I started taking in Jake’s hairy balls in my mouth, I heard something behind me. Another masculine groan, growling in sexual need.

Fuck. Corey. My friend. Fuck.

I was so swept up my sexual moment with Jake, I had entirely forgot my buddy was there. He had been watching… watching me go from a panicked idiot to a sexual aggressor, desperate to experience a guy’s ass and bathe in his sexuality.

I looked over at my buddy, deadly afraid of what I might find.

To my amazement, his expression was one of raw sexual need… the desperate expression of a guy seeing another guy experiencing the greatest sexual thrill of his life, and needing to experience it himself. The desire in his fierce blue eyes was undeniable, and augmented by the fact that his right hand was openly groping himself through his shorts. He was as horny as a Grizzley Bear in heat, and in need of release.

There was no way I was going to let my friend down.

I moved away from Jake, and stepped over to Corey. He looked at me with disbelief, and absolute hunger. Looking him dead in the eye, then spun him around. I roughly pulled down his shorts and underwear, revealing his ass.

Holy fuck.

Jake’s ass was a picture-perfect vision of jock ass, perfectly shaped and slightly hairy. Corey was something else. It was rounded and perfectly sculpted. But while Jake was lightly dusted with hair Corey was fucking furry with asscheeks that were heavily covered with hair at their base. If anything, his muscles were more developed than Jake’s… harder, and even more masculine in their musculature. Fuck. FUCK!

I threw Corey down into the chair, and spread his cheeks to reveal his heavily hairy hole. I never wanted anything more in my life. I had no idea what Corey thought about any of this, and fuck it… I didn’t care. Consent be damned. I rammed my face into his butt-crack, and holy FUCK. Unlike Jake, Corey hadn’t showered recently, and the intensity of his butt-musk was off the fucking charts. I thought I would hyperventilate breathing in his scent, which was carried by his hairy trench.

Jake had given me my preliminary training… but my assault on Corey’s puckered hole was at another level. Everything I had learned from eating Jake’s hole, I put to use on Corey. And if Jake had moaned loudly, Corey bellowed loud enough to shatter the windows.

I was everywhere, lapping at his hole, setting his trench on fire with my tongue, and furiously trying to drive my tongue inside his guts. Corey never even tried to make coherent sounds… he just let out an endless, undulating wail of pleasure. Screaming out a pleasure he had never felt before.

Fuck, I was in heaven.

And then, I experienced something more fucking awesome than I had ever felt in my life.

I realized that since I had stripped off my clothes, my bare ass was wide open. Suddenly, I felt something abso-fucking-lutely amazing, as Jake rammed his finger inside my hungry hole. Even face-deep inside Corey’s ass, I let out a howl that made the foundation shudder. Jake’s fingers finally had given me that sensation I had thought about and prayed for so long… penetration.

This was way, way better than anything my long-past girlfriend had given me… this wasn’t just fingering me from behind, but full-on finger-fucking me. From a man. A man who played hard and knew what he was doing. He had listened to my personal fantasy, and was taking it to a whole new level. Even though my face was buried in Corey’s ass, I rumbled out a cry that could only be encouragement… and raw need.

Jake heard me. In a flash, he added another finger, and one more. I was torn between eating out Corey’s incredible hairy ass, and bucking my own hungry ass back at Jake. Inside my body, bells were ringing… sexual stimulation at a level I couldn’t even imagine. I wanted more. Fucking more. FUCKING MORE!

And then I felt it. I heard Jake spit into his hand, and then something bigger, fatter… fucking BETTER than anything I felt before was setting my guts afire… Jake’s rock-hard cock was plowing into me.

Fuck. FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!

I felt Jake’s cockhead rip into my hole, and fucking roared. Thank God I had long experience loosening myself up, so I could take him. But FUCK. He was thicker than anything I had had up there before. His flared head fucking tore through me. Jake was not playing around; despite the pain and initial shock, I was fortunately able to relax before he started really giving it me. Still tongue-deep inside Corey’s ass, I felt Jake’s cock hit something, a spot I didn’t even know I had. I screamed with my tongue half-way through Corey’s gullet, my whole body shuddering with sexual charge.

“THERE!!” I yelled, pulling back slightly from eating Corey’s hole. “THERE! Give it to me THERE! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!”

And Jake fucking FUCKED me.

I had never experienced such feelings. As Jake’s hard cock plowed into me, my body started… singing. It was like a roaring fire had burst out inside me, and my entire body was suddenly aflame with sexual energy. The fire roared and hissed, and every part of me was engulfed. With each thrust, I felt the flames rise higher, past anything I had experienced. This was fucking sex. Beyond anything I had experienced. And Jake felt it too. He started fucking diving into me, which set off a cascade reaction. I don’t’ know where it came from, but as Jake pounding me the fire inside me grew. I became more desperate in eating out Corey, who let out a wild howl of his own. Jesus, I don’t know what Jake was doing back there, but each thrust was simultaneously sending icy pain through my backside and setting my body on fire. The sexual fire ripping through me… it felt like I was actually cumming, but it didn’t stop. It kept building, and building.

And then… the fucking masculinity of everything hit me. I had been taught since birth that gay sex fundamentally emasculates you. But this… this was nothing like that. It’s paradoxical and all, but I never felt more alive as a man than I did at that moment. And it was an all-encompassing sensation. I could feel the scouring of Jake’s man-bush against my tender hole as he pounded me, augmented by the scour of Corey’s hairy ass as I ate him out. The scent of ass, sweat, and man-musk was setting my mind on fire. The fucking fire of masculine sexual energy roaring inside me. The feel of Jake’s rough hands as he grabbed my hips to better plow me. The taste of man-salty sweat, and the sound of three guys howling their sexual pleasure… it was the most all-encompassing, masculine experience I had ever had. It was the most masculine experience any guy could have.

And it seemed to be over far too soon. Jake was far, far too gone. As he slammed his body into me, again and again, I knew that he couldn’t last. I felt him tighten up, as his balls churned out their man-milk. His howls grew stronger, and stronger, and the friction of his rock-hard dick inside me started triggering a chain reaction. I was stunned… I hadn’t even touched my own dick but the roar inside me ratcheted up to epic levels.

My brain stared exploding, and by balls followed suit. I pulled by mouth back from Corey’s hole and screamed out an orgasm that sent earthquakes up and down my body. In doing so, I instinctively clamped my ass down hard on Jake’s cock, triggering an epic orgasm from him, too. He tossed his head back, and unloaded a tidal wave of spunk into my greedy ass, as I sprayed a shit-ton of sperm all over their floor. It felt like my head had exploded, as I came harder than I had ever cum in my life.

I had never felt so fucking alive as I did right then. I knew I should be spent, but I had just experienced a Sexual Awakening. And I wasn’t nearly ready to be done.

Jake, barely conscious, pulled out of my ass, and as his cum started oozing out my well-used hole, he fell back into his chair with an audible thud. I pulled back from Corey’s ass, as looked at him, marveling that this incredible hunk had just fucked the shit out of me. I looked at his still-hard cock, glistening in the light with cum and my ass juices. And my hunger at eating ass awoke again… his cock was glistening with my ass juices.

Jake looked spent, but there was no way I was letting him off that easy. I left Corey behind, fell to my knees in front of Jake… and swallowed down his still-hard cock in my hungry mouth.

He let out a sound that was partially a growl of extreme sexual pleasure, partially a squeal of painful discomfort… he was clearly sensitive from having just cum. His hands moved to push me back, but I was far too gone. In a concession, I didn’t suck as hard as before, just milked him gently as I savored the experience of tasting my ass and his cum.

Before I could react, I felt it. Corey. Hard as hell, in fucking hormonal overdrive. There was no way he was being left out of this. After Jake’s assault, Corey didn’t need to loosen me up. He didn’t need to lube me up. He just lined up his cockhead against my well-used hole and dove in as far as he could go. Balls deep.

I threw back my head and gave out an animalistic scream of joy. I hadn’t gotten anywhere near Corey’s cock; his depth charge into my guts was my first acquaintance with it. He was slightly longer than Jake and not anywhere near as thick. While Jake just tore me open and bulldozed through, Corey slid in smooth as silk, lubed up by Jake’s cum.

I belted out “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Jake fucking me was pure aggression. Corey was still aggressive, but he fucked with finesse. With a cock that fit my ass fucking perfectly. I could feel his cockhead as he pistoned me, hitting pleasure zones I didn’t even know I had. My body… it was like I was being filled with golden, liquid light. And it kept building. And building. I was reduced to letting out a baying wail as everything else went away… there was nothing but Corey’s dick, an endless sea of liquid light. I started squirming, undulating, desperate to have the light slosh through every part of my being. And it kept building some more. And Still. Fucking. Building.

I was vaguely aware of him gripping my hips for leverage as he pounded the absolute shit out of me… all the coiled tension in him exploding in sexual form. I could hear the slap of his body against mine as each thrust pounded me forward. His hairy balls smashing mine from behind. Thrusts coming faster than I thought possible. Just the force of his fuck….!

I was out of my mind, and the intensity of my blowjob on Jake became too much for him. He pushed me back but I was too far gone to be denied. I responded by pushing Jake further back, and going after Jake’s asshole again. Corey jackhammering my ass the entire time.

Corey didn’t last as long as Jake did, pummeling me with such terrifying energy. Suddenly, I could hear his own cries build, and as he gripped me I knew what was coming. He exploded inside me, spouting like an open fire hydrant. For good measure he kept pounding me for several minutes thereafter, slowly losing force, but unwilling to give up.

In that down time, I had a chance to get my bearings. Short as it was, that was the best sex of my fucking life. Corey’s dick fit me perfectly, doing things to my body I didn’t know were possible. I had no idea there could be such a difference between guys’ dicks. I mean, I’d let Jake fuck me again in a heartbeat with that bull dick of his… that was a fucking wild ride. But Corey had given me a taste of something fucking incredible. And I needed more of it. Now. Fucking right now.

As I had done with Jake, I got up, turned around and threw Corey back onto the chair he had been sitting on. I was tempted to go for his dripping cock, but no… not yet. I rammed my hands under him and sharply hoisted up his ass, bringing it again to my face. I knew with all that exertion, he was going to have some worked up some serious ass sweat, and that shit was mine. I dove in again and lapped his wet, hairy trench desperate for all of it.

Corey did not disappoint. The hair of his ass captured the scent and gave me a fucking man feast. I ate his has harder than even before, barely giving Corey time to catch his breath. He writhed and ground his butt into my face, letting fly with a series of strangled gurgles.

Finally, I had enough. Letting his legs down, I buried my face in his hairy crotch. Fuck… his musk was particularly potent, with his regular funk heightened with sweat and cum. I was fucking hooked. THIS is what sex smelled like. THIS is what sex SHOULD smell like. Raw, unfiltered masculinity, not giving a fuck about you or your feelings.

But I needed more. Now. I turned my attention back to his cummy, assy cock. It had lost a bit of its hardness, but was still gorged, thick and heavy. I swallowed it. I wanted to savor the sensation, but more important… I needed him to fuck me again. And he needed to be at full strength to do it. So, with a ruthlessness I didn’t know I had, I sucked him hard again. It took no time at all.

When he was ready, I clamored up into his lap, squatted over his cock… and while looking him dead in the eye, I drove down to the base.

We both gasped out loud and I threw my head back. Fuck… the raw sensation of penetration again. There was no physical sensation like it. It was something I had only vaguely experienced before, either with a woman’s delicate finger, or through feeble efforts of my own. It was nothing like the fucking animal insanity that comes with having a man’s rock-hard dick plow into you. Nothing compared to the feeling of masculine penetration. I don’t know if I was gay, but I was definitely getting fucked again.

And Corey’s cock brought my body to life. As if every part of my body was filled with fire. As if every hair on my body was standing on end. I was nearly dizzy, my head spinning wildly from over-stimulation. I swung my head down, to look at Corey, eye to eye. The intensity of our gaze…. I hissed out between clenched teeth, “You. Don’t. Know. What. You’re. Doing. To. Me.”

“You’re not going to walk straight for a week!” he snarled back.

And he unleashed. With all the intensity I had ever known him to have. With ferocious animalistic rage. It was the most fucking unbelievable experience of my fucking life. I lost any control, surrendered, and gave myself over to the purest sexual pleasure a man could get. The kind that only another man could give.

I don’t know how he did it, but from a seated position he fucking pounded my ass. I started bouncing in time with him, desperate to increase the feeling, but he was driving everything. Furious in his power. He clutched me so hard I was sure I was going to have bruises the next day… trophies of sexual victory.

But from that position we couldn’t get the leverage we both needed. To my astonishment, he locked his arms behind me, with his cock balls-deep in my ass. Then he fucking stood up, lifting my athletic frame like it was fucking nothing. And then Oh. My. Fucking. God he fucking gave it to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while my legs locked around his waist, and from a standing position he fucking went after me like a piledriver. The golden light that was burning through my body ratcheted up to 11, and my blood pounded in my ears like the roar of a hurricane. I screamed harder than I had ever screamed in my life. This was the best fucking day ever.

I don’t know how long he lasted; I was oblivious to anything but Corey’s cock. At some point, he shifted, letting me down and throwing me face-down across the couch. He got behind he and renewed the assault… hard, heavy thrusts that smashed me forward with each blow. He was merciless, and the intensity was overwhelming me. At one point he laid down directly on top of me, and I could feel the bristling scrape of his chest hair against my back, made bearable by the slickness of our shared sweat. His face rested right along my neck and his stubble scraped viciously against my skin. He shot his arm forward for a minute to steady himself, opening his hairy, sweaty pit. I could smell him, and for a moment I thought about how I could add this scent to my collection, too.

Through all of this, there was something else going on inside me. Along with the liquid light filling me came a sense of euphoria that swept through my entire body. A feeling of joy… no… bliss, that was mostly sexual, but so much more. As he fucked me on my back, his face so close to mine, the euphoria boiled over. I felt connected to Corey on a primal, indescribable way. I had never had anything like a romantic thought for the guy, or to any guy. But as his dick brought my body to searing life, I couldn’t stop myself. Without thinking, turned my face to his, stretched my neck and fought to bring our lips together. He must have felt something too, as he moved in and met my lips with his. Oh, FUUUUUUUUUCK. He didn’t stop for a second, and our kiss couldn’t have lasted more than a moment, but it triggered something.

Something deep.

The light that had filled me suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption that kept blowing up in intensity. It felt like my whole body was about to explode… and it kept building. The sound of his grunts and slap of our bodies faded as a roar filled my ears… and it kept building. My skin became hyper sensitive… and it kept building. I had never experienced anything like it, and it started to scare the shit out of me. It rose and rose and rose… and then my mind shattered. It was like every nerve fiber in my body fired at once. I fucking CAME. My mind went fucking white, and I could feel myself shuddering with the force of an internal earthquake. I lost everything, and felt like I was roaring like a comet in the sky. And then falling. Falling. Falling forever. And the absolute whiteness of my mind slowly faded to pitch black.

I don’t quite know when I reemerged into reality.

Everything a blur, I asked myself, what happened? What was going on? I was dimly aware that muscles I didn’t even know I had were all screaming at once, and my mind felt like it was wrapped in gauze. I finally wrenched my eyes open and blinked a couple of times, trying to get my bearings. After a bit of confusion, it slowly dawned on me that I was at Corey’s place.

And then suddenly, everything snapped back at once. With a sharp take of breath, I shifted my aching body, and realized that someone–Corey–was still lying on top of me, weighing me down. I realized from his breathing he was probably out cold, and it occurred to me that it was quite late. The apartment was dark, and Jake was nowhere to be seen. I shifted my ass and could feel Corey’s soft dick still lodged in my crack. Fuck… he was right, I was going to be sore as a motherfucker for a week.

I slithered out from under Corey, who barely stirred. I looked down on him, and took in an admiring gaze of his hairy ass. But… holy shit, what the fuck just happened? What the fuck was going to happen? I’d never so much thought of getting it on with a guy, let alone having two guys fuck me. Let alone raping two guy’s asses with my tongue. What did they think? What would they say? Shit. Shitshitshit.

I gathered my clothes with a mixture of confusion, and… maybe shame? Maybe panic? Maybe… acknowledgment of how fucking alive I felt? Shit. Get home. Get home now.

Once dressed, I made for the door… back to reality. But I saw Corey’s discarded underwear lying there among his clothes. I picked them up and brought them to my face. Fuck. I could still smell Corey.

I took them with me.

Split tail: noun. (informal) 1. A derogatory term for a member of the female species; 2. A vagina or pussy; 3. (nautical slang) A submissive male sailor who takes it up the ass from shipmates. e.g., ‘I’d like to ram my Johnson inside that split tail.’ See: Sea Pussy.

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USS Saratoga CV60 secures from evening flight quarters.

Airmen wearing color coded jerseys reposition and secure birds with chocks & chains. A klaxon sounds, elevator 3 activates, and two F-14 Tomcats belonging to the ‘Be-Devilers’ of VF-74 strike below to the hanger bay for overnight maintenance.

Below on the ship’s fantail a silhouette moves cautiously in the dark. Night vision slowly differentiates objects into coherent shapes in shades of gray. Maneuvering around deck fittings Midshipman 4/c Michael Lamb locates the aft mooring bitts.

Securely perched, he’s lost in introspection.

Last week marines aggressively played with him for hours in a weapons magazine. The harrowing experience exhumed a deeply buried truth: he’s not a normal boy. And the illusion of healthy heterosexuality was irreparably shattered.

A warm summer breeze blows a briny mist.

The deck vibrates with the rhythmic pulse of four 25-foot diameter manganese-bronze propellers. Recklessly leaning on wire-rope lifelines, he’s mesmerized by the churning effervescence as the ship’s wake stretches towards the horizon.

Moonlight dances on the ocean’s surface as stars illuminate the atramentous curtain of sky. Lost in sweet oblivion, the ship’s vibration hums an eerie lullaby.

All men are connected to the sea. There’s salt in their blood, their sweat, their tears. Casting a hypnotic spell, the sea beckons and promises freedom from tribulations. Lost in a moment of mortality Lamb feels the seductive pull of serenity into eternal darkness… back home from whence he came.

“You going to jump?” asks a disembodied voice.

“What? N…no,” Lamb whispers unconvincingly.

A marine appears out of the shadows.

Staff Sergeant (SSgt) William Fuchs.

The imposing Teutonic warrior has buzzed-cut blonde hair, piercing saxe blue eyes, and a rugged square jaw. Battle hardened, the scarred coriaceous skin stretched over lean muscle is evidence of unwavering devotion to corps and country.

He’s a keen observer of human nature. Previously stationed aboard several amphibious assault ships, he understands the vicissitudes of nautical life. Some men transcend hardship and meet the daunting challenge; others not as much.

“It’d be a shame to waste prime split tail.”

The moment a boy joins the military his chances of being sexually assaulted increase by a factor of ten. The warrior culture is built upon a tenuous balance of aggression and obedience. And the potential for violent abuse exists whenever there’s too much of either.

Fuchs has surreptitiously watched the midshipman since the subjugation. Having expended time and energy the marines are looking for a reasonable return on their investment. They eagerly anticipate indulging many more perverse predilections.

Lamb, not quite as much.

A midshipman never forgets his first Marine Corps gangbang.

The searing pain of penetration. The stretching and wrecking of the defenseless ring. Brutal thrusting. Aggressive advancement with reckless abandon. And, of course the haunting laughter, overwhelming humiliation, and obliteration of self-esteem and masculine identity.

Shadows move on the fantail.

Nocturnal predators hunting.

Fuchs provocatively rubs his protuberant cock. Housed inside camouflage utility trousers it’s ready for deployment at a moment’s notice. Retracting the brass zipper, reaching inside, with difficulty he extracts the weapon. Unconstrained it twitches with anticipation.

The attraction is undeniable.

And Lamb fights the instinctive urge to fall to his knees.

Although enveloped in darkness they are fully exposed on the fantail. A popular sanctuary from military madness, sailors frequent the aft weather deck at night to decompress, connect with nature, and smoke the day’s last cigarette. Dangerous liaisons are also sought.

Navigating between desire and disaster, outlaws and renegades search for drugs and sex. There’s a robust underground marketplace for both. With 5,200 swinging dicks aboard there’s an insatiable demand for cannabis and cock suckers.

Fuchs proudly parades his masculinity.

Shamelessly stroking the shaft, accentuating length and girth, it reaches maximum tumescence: nine solid inches of devastation. Deployed to deleterious effect, taking no prisoners, it has wrecked many cunts, crewmen, and college boys.

The marine is saying something but Lamb can’t hear anything over the pounding heart beat reverberating in his ears. Trembling involuntarily, the weapon of mass destruction suffuses his senses.

“I said show it respect.”

“Umm… oh, ok, but not here,” as Lamb nervously glances around.

“Bullshit. Here. Now,” Fuchs demands.

The risk of discovery elevates his pleasure. Trained to be aggressive on the battlefield, he seeks danger and high-sensation adrenaline fueled exploits. Confronting mortality, looking over the edge, the thrill of danger rejuvenates the spirit and makes him feel alive.

Moving towards the paralyzed midshipman he places calloused hands upon the boy’s slender shoulders. Insistent downward pressure is applied. Clearly in charge, he decisively settles the issue… reaffirming Lamb’s insignificant position in the hierarchy.

“P… please.”

But the midshipman’s will and knees are already buckling.

Breathing rapidly, perspiring profusely, his body radiates the unforgettable scent of English Leather cologne. A rich and complex fragrance of citrus, wood, moss, and leather, the enticing scent is ideal for enjoying special times with shipmates.

The air is charged with expectancy.

Lamb experiences conflicting emotions from the opportunity to service the superior male. Well trained at Annapolis, it’s the fulfilment of his military purpose. With desire coursing through his veins he trembles with almost unbearable anticipation.

Fuchs rubs the leaking head across Lamb’s lips. Every male presents a unique tasting experience. Intensely flavored, the distinctive piquancy resonates: crisp black cherry, semi-sweet chocolate, a spicy peppery note. Delicious. Irresistible.

“Suck it.”

And Lamb obediently leans forward.

Opening wide, taking suction, he engulfs the glans. Drawn into the purely sensual moment, appreciating the warm silky mouthfeel, wrapping his tongue around perfection, he instinctively welcomes the thickening shaft as it relentlessly advances deeper.

Continuing the assault Fuchs stuffs more inside until perched upon the throat’s precipice. Tilting the boy’s head back to ensure proper alignment, lunging forward, he disappears down the ballooning throat. Grinning with satisfaction the last few inches are pressed home until two-blocked.

A shaft of moonlight illuminates Lamb’s bulging neck.

The endeavor’s distinctive sounds attract attention.

The soft susurrations of sailors in shadows surround them. Carefully maneuvering for unobstructed views, they stroke awakening shafts through worn bellbottom dungarees. Seasoned salts and sea dogs know the cock sucker will soon be available for communal use.

Sucking in public is an open invitation.

“Fuck yeah… feed him,” encourages a sailor.

Pumping hard, mercilessly assaulting the boy with long deliberate strokes, the marine rapidly builds momentum towards a cataclysmic climax. Driving balls deep, stiffening, he explodes and delivers a generous portion of Marine Corps jam.

A quality meal.

And Lamb swallows for all he’s worth.

Several chunks trickle over his battered lips and dribble down his chin. Milking every last drop as the marine extracts the deflating shaft, he greedily consumes the saporous custard.

Fuchs studies the boy with an enigmatic smile.

“Report to MarDet berthing tomorrow. Twenty-hundred.”

Lamb understands he’ll be sodomized. Repeatedly. But what else might ensue? Marines are predictably unpredictable. Sea stories of unconventional rituals and debauchery are well known. But with pictures and video from the previous encounter he has no choice.

The devil-dogs own his ass; he’s their sea bitch.

Their split tail.

With Fuchs’ immediate requirements satisfied the surrounding sailors encircle the docile midshipman. After a difficult day at sea conducting flight operations and damage control drills the men need to relax and blow a load before turning-in for the night.

“He’s all yours,” addressing the throng of sailors, “but his tail is off-limits.”

The sailors understand the terms of utilization.

No right-minded bluejacket would dare risk violating the restriction… or they could end up brutalized and deep-sixed. A dangerous environment, accidents are common at sea and sailors can easily ‘fall’ overboard, never to be recovered.

In the low levels of illumination a plethora of erect cocks materialize with surprising clarity. Strutting, the sailors proudly parade their weapons like a Soviet May-day spectacle in Red Square. Surrendering to primitive compulsions to expel jam they’ll feed Lamb long into the night.

“You want this, cock sucker?” asks an imposing sailor.

Mesmerized, he slowly nods in the affirmative.

The petty officer strokes the shaft and positions the bulbous glans against the midshipman’s swollen lips… spreading the leaking juices like lip balm.

The sweet-salty taste of masculinity resonates. Intoxicated, Lamb willingly kisses the head and demonstrates respect to the superior male. Rolling his tongue around the flared contours of the broad crimson crown he savors the amazing taste and texture.

“Eat me.”

And he dines al fresco long into the night.

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 The next day Midshipman Lamb embraces his destiny.

Traversing the 2nd deck starboard passageway, passing the forward galley and scullery, he enters mess deck 2. Near the forward transverse bulkhead is the hatch for MarDet berthing, 3-69-0-L. It’s given wide berth by prudent sailors.

Territorial predators, marines vigorously defend their domain.

And lines cannot be crossed without dire consequences.

He takes a slow measured breath and approaches the hatch. Sailors watch aghast as the timorous boy descends the vertical inclined ladder.

The 60-man berthing compartment is decorated with traditional USMC iconography. Containing brightwork, fancywork, flags, and pictures of the President, SecDef, SecNav, and CMC, the fastidiously clean area is a shrine to military discipline.

A young sentry in green cammies stands watch.

“State your business,” demands PFC Ramirez.

“Midshipman 4/c Lamb reporting as ordered.”

“Who the fuck ordered you to report?”

“Well, umm… I was told…”

“I did,” interjects SSgt Fuchs, appearing suddenly.

“Oh, staff sergeant I didn’t realize…”

“Now you do Ramirez,” tersely interrupting the young grunt. “The midshipman is tonight’s entertainment… unless you’d like to take his place?”

“Fuck no!” responds the nervous PFC.

“That’s what I thought.”

The marines enjoyed playing with Lamb last week. Possessing an insatiable wanderlust for adventure, craving unconventional sexual experiences, diving deep into the waters of depravity, they want more. Much more. And all desires are centered on the split tail.

“Let’s go, the men are waiting for you.”

Prodded to slaughter, Lamb is led deeper into their lair.

Navigating around racks and lockers they encounter excited marines with conspiratorial grins and obvious erections. The anxious midshipman barely notices that Fuchs’ hand has slid down onto his ass.

Laughter erupts from the overflowing compartment lounge.

The men are enjoying the evening movie.

Stripped to standard issue olive-green skivvies, a profusion of impressive flesh embellished with ‘USMC’, ‘Semper Fidelis’, and ‘bulldog’ tattoos is on display. The ink tells the world who they are, what they stand for, and what they are capable of at a single glance.

Their attention is riveted on a television bolted to a cabinet. It’s connected to a new VHS player. Introduced by the Victor Company of Japan (JVC), the state-of-the-art machine supplements their vintage Bell & Howell 8mm reel-to-reel projector.

Possessing an eclectic adult-film library, their collection rivals the legendary offerings down in the Chief’s Mess. The best entertainment is produced in Asia… where prepubescent girls and boys engage in outrageous activities with a surprising variety of well-trained barnyard denizens.

And who doesn’t enjoy a good dog-and-pony show?

A new film is playing.

A thin teenage boy is on hands and knees.

Holding hips from behind, an imposing alpha with iconic EGA (eagle, globe, and anchor) tattoo positions his blood-engorged weapon. Indifferent to consequences, he lunges savagely forward and drives deep inside his victim’s inner chamber until two-blocked.

The impaled boy screams in agony.

His tail is being split open.

“That’s going to leave a mark,” laughs a LCpl.

The alpha repudiates the boy’s ridiculous claim on masculinity.

Just because he has a pair that doesn’t make him a man. Inherently, masculinity is a state-of-mind. The warrior archetype embodies strength, assertiveness, sexuality, and violence. Acting decisively without hesitation or fear, the warrior channels innate aggressiveness to vanquish rivals.

While a life-altering experience with profound ramifications for the emasculated boy, it’s just another inconsequential fuck for the powerful alpha. Smirking at the camera, persistently pumping and thrusting at different angles, he delights in attacking the defenseless sphincter.

And the kid is cuntified.

Arching his body, stabbing forward as deeply as possible, the alpha swells inside the convulsing chute. Holding his breath, discharging his weapon, he empties his dual chambered magazine. Extracting upon denouement he spreads the boy open for the camera.

Focusing on the distorted ring, puffy crimson folds are visible inside the gaping slit.

“Fuck… you can see everything,” said an impressed PFC.

Admiring his handiwork, the alpha grins with justifiable pride.

Like a saintly stigmata, chunks of blood stained jam slowly ooze out of the wound, trickle over the perineum, across the perineal raphe, and down the thighs. The camera angle shifts. The boy’s tear streaked face is presented.

It’s Midshipman Lamb.

The marines are watching last week’s subjugation.

Copies of the film have already been sent to Quantico. The institution maintains extensive secret archives. Besides providing entertainment for senior officers and valuable training for junior marines, the film affords insurance against the unforetold.

There’s no calculus to predict which midshipman may someday make Admiral or become a member of Congress… and it’s always prudent to have leverage to guide future funding and policy decisions. The Marine Corps always negotiates from a position of strength.

Better to have and not need than to need and not have.

“Make a hole,” Fuchs shouts. “Split tail coming through.”

The men quickly part like the Red Sea.

Lamb is pushed to the front of the lounge. Bashful as a crimson-flushed schoolgirl he realizes everyone has been watching his subjugation and sodomization. Adding a stream of comedic commentary, the men have been enjoying a good laugh at his expense.

His debasement and distended asshole remain frozen on the TV.

Humiliated, his confidence erodes like a sand castle at high tide.

“Here’s your star,” Fuchs announces.

And the appreciative audience ardently applauds. Waiting all week for this night, only one thing is on their minds: fucking the split tail. Sporting erections and grins, they gang rape Lamb with licentious eyes. They’ll fuck him until everyone has their fill.

Marines aren’t queer; just unbelievably horny. They don’t care what hole they shove their cocks into. And unequivocally the best sex is with another military member – marine, midshipman, or swabbie.

Real sex. Rough sex.

Men being men.

Fucking like nature intended.

None of that fag kissing romance shit.

“You’re so getting fucked,” states an excited lance corporal.

A choir of conflated voices vociferously agree.

“Relax. Everyone will get a turn,” Fuchs explains.

Asking marines to remain calm is like telling fire not to burn. Both are uncontrollable elemental forces. An inferno fueled by hormones course through their veins. Breathing rapidly, consuming all the compartment’s oxygen, every marine is coiled to pounce on Lamb.

The men will have to share. Sowing the seeds of destruction, serviceable for only a finite period, individual pleasure must inevitably transition to more practical methodology.

Double penetration.

There’s nothing like stuffing a communal hole with a buddy. It teaches teamwork, builds esprit de corps, and reinforces strong bonds of brotherhood. The ultimate act of domination, it’s exhilarating to transcend perceived limitations and explore new boundaries.

And Lamb will learn what it means to service marines.

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Primal desires smolder.

The pungent perfume of pheromones is palpable.

Lamb gazes around the lounge. Naked marines abound. Gorging on the sumptuous visual feast, he’s dazed by the profusion of perfection. A conflation of ethnicities, young warriors take pride showing-off their annealed musculature and potent masculinity.

Stacked against the starboard longitudinal bulkhead he notices scarlet vinyl covered polyethylene mats, several tubes of MIL-G-23549 all-purpose grease, a box of disposable rubber gloves, and an assortment of restraints, implements, and other paraphernalia.

There’s little doubt about the evening’s agenda.

A swarm of corybantic marines encircle Lamb.

He’s trapped inside a ring of wildfire.

Their eyes, blazing and menacing, radiate a primitive intensity. Intoxicated with an infusion of neuropeptides and a surge of strength from adrenaline swollen muscles, the men have transformed into lethal warriors. And roaring flames of lust devour rationality.

The big-dicked marines make it their mission to fuck as many midshipmen as possible. Mounted on the bulkhead is a large engraved black-walnut plaque that reads: ‘What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. Except for Marines; Marines will kill you.’

There’s no sanctuary from the conflagration; no escape from destiny.

So Lamb stoically capitulates without protest.

Proficient in field-dressing midshipmen, they prepare the boy. Without his uniform and insignia Lamb relinquishes his status within the hierarchy. Naked with eyes downcast in submission he’s just another disposable piece of government property.

Running rough reconnaissance, the men aggressively twist his nipples, thump the taut stomach, and knead the curvaceous ass. A scrum breaks out between the quivering legs. Hands maul the ball bag and squeeze the spongy eggs. Tugging downward they laugh as the orbs snap back and retreat inside the scrotum seeking shelter from the storm.

A wave of nausea hits. Lamb groans.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” suggests a sergeant.

Applying insistent pressure they force Lamb down onto the wrestling mat. Adjusting his position on forearms-and-knees, they press his chest down, arch the back, lift the ass, rotate the hips, and spread the legs… revealing his most private place.

Grabbing a portable emergency battle lantern off a nearby stanchion a LCpl illuminates the patulous slit. Looking to satiate prurient curiosity the men maneuver for unobstructed views. In a moment of wonder they are ensorcelled by the breathtaking sight.

A hush of reverence fills the compartment.

Centered in a deep indentation, the swollen pussy lips are encircled by a shimmering aurora of vibrant yellows, greens, and blues. Positioned for their perverse pleasure, the pretty pucker, pink and pristine only last week, is now battered, bruised, and open for business.

“Damn it’s beautiful,” said a mesmerized PFC.

“Can’t wait to tap that,” whispers another.

Trapped in a maelstrom of obsessed marines Lamb couldn’t be more vulnerable. A portrait of obedience, he waits to be bred. Excited by the impending inevitability, his traitorous cock elongates and an iridescent pearl drops onto the mat.

Greased fingers probe.

An unexpected electric shock surges through Lamb as his muscles instinctively try to clench. Damaged from last week’s onslaught, he can’t deter the forward advancement of invading digits as they easily secure a beachhead.

Exploring and frolicking inside, they engage in an impromptu game of tug-of-war… stretching the pliant slot in several directions. Redirecting the battle lantern, a focused bean illuminates the undulating walls six inches deep inside the exquisite pink trench.

The men’s shafts twitch with anticipation.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” declares LCpl Jefferson.

Striding forward he walks around Lamb and inspects his reward. Possessing elite fighting skills and fanatical tenacity, he bested other marines yesterday in an intense hand-to-hand competition to win the evening’s right of first-fuck.

Stunningly muscular with a gleaming obsidian complexion, Jefferson has strong Mandinka roots. His hypnotic eyes are ablaze with a seductive intensity that enslaves inferior males. Throwing off sparks, the menacing cock is an inheritance from his West African bloodline.

Lamb is shocked by the turgid appendage.

Fraught with contradictions it represents something to venerate, something to fear, something that creates, something that destroys. The massive girth and length are alarming. Trembling with trepidation he panics and attempts to squirm free. 

But the motivated marines maintain a maniacal grip.

And he’s not going anywhere.

“Please… it’s too big! Don’t fuck me,” implores the terrified boy.

But the desperate plea fails to persuade the implacable marine.

Compassion and mercy aren’t in his repertoire. He’s a cutthroat killer with a heart of stone. Besides, like Odysseus ensnared in the hypnotic Sirens’ song, he’s spellbound by the seductive lure of sea-pussy. And its mesmeric call can’t be denied.

Advancing towards the inevitable Lamb has an epiphany. His last measure of masculinity will be sacrificed. Grasping the irrefutable truth, he’ll be irreversibly transformed into a split tail… a toy for real men to brutally use & abuse without compunction.

Rhapsodic marines gather around the sacrificial altar.

The juxtaposition of Mandinka and midshipman provide a compelling visual contrast: black and white, man and boy, predator and prey. The tumescent ebony spear-of-destiny slides between the creamy white cheeks. Positioned for deep penetration, the moment of metamorphoses is at hand.

“What are you waiting for?” asks a PFC. “Fuck him already.”

“Fuck him… fuck him,” voices incessantly chant.

LCpl Jefferson savors the moment. His worldview is based on pain, passion, and purpose. Holding tightly with calloused hands, driven by primordial forces, he confidently lunges forward and impales the midshipman in one continuous thrust.

 “Aggghh!” Lamb screams in explosive agony.

“Fuck yeah…. take the pain!”

As if he has any choice.

Marines have a well-deserved reputation for rough sex. Their legacy is a trail of bruised, battered, and bloody conquests from the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli. But the hyper-aggressive lance corporal’s inimitable skills elevate the art to another level.

Navigating bends and constrictions, stretching and straightening the malleable chute, the behemoth traverses the rectum until fully embedded inside the descending colon.

Tensing in agony, tears stream down Lamb’s contorted face. Blinded by excruciating pain, overwhelmed by its jarring journey, he momentarily loses situational awareness. And time stops.

It’s not as much fun fucking an unconscious split tail.

No fighting and struggling; no begging and pleading.

No entertaining cries of agony.

Fortunately, a marine pisses on the boy’s face, waking him up.

The impossibly deep cock punches his diaphragm and lungs – knocking the wind out of him. Whimpering incoherently with each thrust, mostly undecipherable vowels, he feels the full force and measure of what it means to take it up the ass from a Marine.

Jefferson savors the moment’s perfection.

Moist and tight, an indescribable delight, there’s nothing like it… the overwhelming pleasure of fucking privileged white midshipman split tail. And he hears the congratulatory voices of his proud African ancestors.

A hypnotic symphony of moans, groans, squelching lubricant, and rhythmic collisions of sweaty flesh reverberate and propagate throughout the sonorous compartment. Flanked by dozens of excited marines, indistinguishable heavy breathing bathes the conjoined alpha and omega.

The squawking audience watches the penetrating performance.

“Fuck that split tail… make him feel every inch!”

“Pound that fucking hole!”

Jefferson pummels the midshipman with ferocious intensity… instinctively grinding and gyrating to an ancient tribal rhythm encoded in his chromosomes. Bound by destiny, yoked by violence, the superior male and boy of immolation writhe together in pain and pleasure.

Filled to unfathomable depths Lamb experiences unimagined sensations as he finally understands the profound wonder of total submission. Gaining a new equanimity, unconditionally surrendering to the pain, he spreads his legs wider content in his inferiority.

“Feels so good,” grunts the marine.

Lurching forward, thrusting deeper, pressing hips tight against the boy, he crams every possible inch inside. Approaching the pinnacle of ecstasy he unleashes a torrent of potent seed and sullies the midshipman with an infusion of Mandinka DNA.

Descending the climatic high Jefferson withdraws and severs the connection. Fluids drip from the wrecked hole and puddle between the kid’s wishbone splayed legs. With his mission completed the satisfied marine gives way to eager platoon mates.

The next devil-dog quickly rams up inside the split tail.

All too quickly he delivers his load.

Soon after another mounts the hole. And another.

They’re insatiable.

Inexhaustible.

As only young marines can be.

Deep in a trance, lost in a catatonic dance, Lamb is vaguely aware of time as the shaftings continue unabated. Ascending into a higher dimension of consciousness, experiencing a spiritual convergence, pleasure and pain are unified through a great act of reconciliation.

Staff Sargent Fuchs watches with an approving grin.

His marines are good men. Just too much energy. He knew exactly what they needed. While there are many arrows in leadership’s quiver, sex is still the best motivator of young marines.

And few things are better than a piece of Academy split tail.

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Comments and readers’ experiences with sailors & marines, shipboard or ashore, are always of interest.

My brother called and insisted I needed a break from work and come up with he and his wife to a cabin they rented on a lake once a year. I told him I had too much going on at work, but he insisted. Being older than me, he had been the male I had looked up to as a kid. Our father was never around and had died when he was in his early forties from a heart attack. My brother had insisted it was because he was always working and never took the time to relax. My brother laid that guilt trip on me as he continued to bug me until I relented and agreed to go.

I followed their directions and was soon driving along a macadam road. To my left were rows of cabins, some were more like mansions. In front of them sat a huge lake, its water glittering in the sunlight. I made the left the instructions indicated and soon arrived at the cabin they rented. It looked as they had described it, huge but similar to some of the other log-built units which were truly cabins and unlike some of the buildings that more resembled mansions built of stone and concrete. Inside though, this cabin was immaculate. Hardwood floors and modern electric lighting with a huge stone fireplace in the living room. I immediately fell in love with the place. “I see you made it”, I heard my brother say behind me. I turned and saw my brother standing there in his swimming suit with a towel around his shoulders. I said, “You were right about this place Danny. I love it”. Danny replied, “I told you. Your room is any one you want to take upstairs except the one on the far left which is ours. Vicky’s down at the lake which is where I’m headed. Once you’re unpacked, come down and join us. Just follow the stone path from the back porch. It will lead down to the boathouse and deck on the lake”. I replied, “Will do. Thanks Danny”. Typical of my brother not to ask if I wanted a hand unpacking. I thought he had already left, but suddenly heard his voice call out, “Oh, and Derek, don’t bring any work down there with you”. Damn! He knew me better than I wished, “Ok Danny”, I replied.

After unpacking I changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and a book then made my way down to the lake. When I arrived, I was amazed at the view. The lake was as calm as glass and the deck was polished hardwood with a fire pit built in the middle for nighttime partying. “All settled in”, I heard my brother’s wife Vicky ask? I saw her sunning on a lounge chair off to my left. I replied, “Yep. Danny was right, I love the place”. She smiled and said, “Great! Now relax and enjoy yourself. If you get hungry, there’s plenty of snacks in the fridge. I’ll make breakfast. We order out for dinner. Lunch is up to you”. And there it was. My only responsibility was lunch for myself during my stay. I was grateful, but at the same time felt like I was being treated like a kid, given ground rules, but I could live with those rules. “Where’s Danny”, I asked? Vicky replied, “Mike, a few cabins down, asked him if he wanted to join them on his sailboat. If you want a drink, there’s almost anything you want at the bar over near the boathouse”. She then went back to relaxing in her lounge chair. Ok, I could tell this day wasn’t going to be one of family time. I made a rum and coke with a slice of lime and walked to the edge of the deck. As I looked down to the water, I saw a floating deck out on the water exposed to the sun. The main deck was mostly shaded by trees, so if I wanted any sun, I’d need to go down there. It was then that I noticed a girl laying on a deck chair on the deck to the cabin just to the right of ours. She had one hell of a hot body with blond hair, obviously done by a hairdresser. She wore a pink bikini, showing off every curve of her tanned body, including a nice bubbly butt and narrow waist. As I was looking, she noticed and smiled as she waved at me. I waved back, a little embarrassed that she caught me looking. As I sat with my drink contemplating going down to the floating deck, I saw a young guy join the girl next door. He was wearing green board shorts and had dark curly hair on top but was cut short on the sides. He had pretty defined pecs for his age which I figured at around seventeen or so and his torso was a sharply defined vee from his broad shoulders (for a kid) down to his narrow hips. His baggy board shorts didn’t reveal much below his waist, but he did have impressive biceps for his age. I saw the girl say something to him and he turned and looked over at me and waved. I smiled and waved back, embarrassed that I’d been caught looking again. An older guy, probably in his forties or so then revealed himself, talking to the girl and guy and then I saw a few others as well, talking and going into the water and just having a good time in general. It was then that I made the decision to move down to the floating deck and get some sun.

I made my way down onto the floating deck, spread out my towel and laid down on my stomach and began reading the book I’d brought. After a while, I closed the book and rolled over onto my back. I must have dozed off for a few minutes because I suddenly felt movement on the deck and a presence near me. I opened my eyes and then saw two of the most beautiful smiles. “Hi”, they almost said in unison. I sat up and took in their youthful beauty. She was obviously the younger one of the two, but giving me the most flirtatious smile. I took a sip of my drink trying to understand why they were there. The blond beauty said, “I’m Tracey and this is my friend, Troy”. I noted that she said friend, not boyfriend. I replied, “Hi, I’m Derek. Nice to meet you. I noticed you sunning next door”. Tracey giggled and said, “Yeah, we hang out here most of the summer and then stay at our place in Florida for the Winter season”.  I replied, “Nice to have options. How old are you Tracey if I might ask”? Tracey offered, “I’m seventeen and Troy turned nineteen last month”. Ok, a rich princess and an underage one at that. Crossed her off my possibilities but wouldn’t count her out for eye candy. I had obviously misjudged Troy’s age and now that he was much closer, I could see he had ended the stages of childhood and was beginning those of adulthood. Was eight years difference too many? Yeah, I’ve fucked many a fine girl, but enjoy a guy’s company as well. Maybe I’m a player, but I enjoy sex. I’m not saying that its just about the sex because I’m not that shallow. I enjoy talking to people and the physical bonding of people regardless of their sex. I guess I’m your definition of bisexual. I love the beauty of the female form, soft and curvy, but I like the muscular definition of the male body as well, at least those of my age, youthful, yet athletic and a different, more rugged style of sex. Coming back to reality, I asked, “Would you like to join me? I could get you each a drink if you’d like”? Tracey giggled, but Troy said, “No, but thanks for asking. We just wanted to introduce ourselves to you”. After a brief moment I asked, “Have you met my brother Danny and his wife Vicky”?  Tracey looked confused and asked, “Who”? Troy then said, “They never seemed to want to associate with us. They talked with Tracey’s dad, but mostly hung out with other property owners and renters”. I said, “I see”. Tracey quickly broke the awkward moment by saying, “Well, it’s great meeting you Derek. We’d love it if you’d stop over later this evening for a drink. If you’d like, you could bring your brother and his wife if they want to come. I could introduce you to my father”. I smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll take you up on that”. Troy smiled hearing that and said, “Please do. It would be nice to have a conversation with a guy closer to my age for a change”. Tracey then grabbed Troy’s hand and said, “Come on Troy. I need another latte’”. If I had been taking a sip of my drink, I probably would have spit it out just then. Latte’? Really? Yep, spoiled rich girl for sure. Maybe I’ll skip the evening visit. No wonder Danny and Vicky don’t associate with them. I laid back down on my stomach to even my tan. I awoke to Danny calling me from the deck above. Dinner was on its way. So much for lunch. I made my way up to the deck and asked Danny, “How was the boat ride”? Danny seemed surprised by the question, “The what? Oh, uh yeah, about that. I’m sorry I left after telling you to meet us down here and I’m going to sound like a hypocrite, but it was about business. Mike’s looking to sell one of his properties here and he asked me if I’d handle it”. I grinned at my big brother and said, “So it’s ok for you to work during your vacation”. He cut me off saying, “I know, I know. I told you it made me sound like a hypocrite, but I made him aware that I wasn’t going to start on listing it until the month is over, so technically I’m not working”. I laughed at how he attempted to play on a technicality, and he could tell I wasn’t falling for it, but told him, “It’s ok Danny. I know you’re just looking out for me. By the way, Tracey next door invited me over later for a drink and said you and Vicky are welcome to come as well. What do you think”? Danny gave me a painful look before saying, “Vicky wants me to join her at her friend Carol’s tonight so that her husband will have some company while they work on Carol’s genealogy project. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come and be as bored as I’m going to be. Tracey’s dad Mark is a nice guy, but not someone I’d choose to hang out with, but maybe you’ll have a different opinion. Hopefully one of us won’t be bored to death”. We both laughed. I then considered just hanging out here at the cabin.

Dinner was delicious, Chinese cuisine, and afterward Danny paced, waiting for Vicky to get ready. He noticed me just lounging and asked, “What time are you going over to the Waltons next door”? I replied, “I haven’t decided yet”. I neglected to explain that what I’d meant was I hadn’t decided if I was going to go over to the Waltons. I was leaning towards just remaining at the cabin and reading.

It was about 8 PM and I was sitting outside on the deck reading and sipping on a rum and coke when Troy walked up. I said, “Hey Troy”. He smiled and I realized he had dimples which I hadn’t noticed before. He asked, “Were you planning on coming over? It looks like you’ve decided to stay home”. I grinned sheepishly. I never expected to be missed. I lied, “I was still contemplating it”. Troy sat down at the table across from me and said, “I guess you’re not into the stuffy after dinner snobs that usually show up at the Walton place. I feel the same way, but some of them are ok”. I noticed Troy had a drink with him, so I didn’t need to offer him one. Being curious, I asked, “So what’s your connection with the Waltons? Are you and Tracey a thing”? Troy grinned and said, “No, nothing like that. We’re just good friends. I used to come up here every summer and hang out with Tracey and her brother Mark. I used to stay with my uncle. He has a cabin on the lake down that way”, Troy said, indicating to our right. He continued, “Mark was my age and Tracey would always want to hang with us which sometimes got annoying”, Troy rolled his eyes, “When I was fifteen, my dad showed up one day and told me to pack my things, that he was taking me home. I didn’t know why and argued with him. It turns out my dad found out my uncle was gay and thought he might try to molest me which he never would have done, but my dad’s a real homophobe and believes all gay guys are out to molest young mans. When I went to say goodbye to Mark and Tracey, they went to their dad and told him my dad was taking me home. Mark, Tracey’s dad, talked to my dad about it and arranged to let me stay here with them. My dad agreed as long as I didn’t go down to my uncle’s cabin. I’ve been spending summers here ever since. This may be my last year though”. A sad story, but it made me want to meet Tracey’s father now. It was very kind-hearted of him to allow Troy to stay with them. I then asked, “So where’s your friend Mark”? Troy looked down as he responded, “He died in a car accident while visiting a college last year. The guy that hit him was on his cell phone and didn’t see the red light. It really crushed his dad and Tracey, especially after losing their mom to cancer three years before that”. I said, “I’m sorry. You must miss him”. Troy smiled at me even though his eyes were watering up, “I do. I remember all the great times we had together. I think that as long as I remember him and our good times together, he’ll always still be alive inside me”. Now it was my turn to tear up. Troy noticed and smiled, then said, “I’m sorry. I’m ruining your night with my sad story. Will you come with me to the party? It would be nice to have someone closer to my age to talk to”. I looked up at him and saw that cute dimpled smile and couldn’t say no. We got up and headed over to the Walton place. As we arrived, Tracey ran up and said, “Thank you for coming Derek. Let me introduce you to my dad”. I smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me off toward the crowd. I looked back at Troy and saw him grinning at me. Tracey pulled me toward the older guy I’d seen earlier that day and once in front of him we stopped. Tracey had a big, sweet smile on her face as she said, “Dad”? Mark was seated in a cushioned chair and looked up to his daughter, then to me. Tracey said, “Dad, this is Derek. He’s visiting his brother Danny next door. We met earlier and I invited him to join us this evening”. Mark smiled and got up to shake my hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Derek. Will your brother and his wife be joining us”? I replied, “Unfortunately they had a previous engagement Mr. Walton”. He laughed and said, “Mr. Walton. Please Derek, call me Mark. It’s a shame Danny had a previous engagement. I really like Danny. He’s always so busy though. Please, grab a drink and have a good time. I have a few other guests I have to say hello to but I’ll come and find you later so we can talk”. Tracey, still smiling said, “Thanks dad”, and then pulled me away toward the bar to get me a drink.

After we got a drink, we walked over and found Troy sitting alone sipping his drink. He smiled and said, “I see you survived meeting dad”. I smiled and said, “I did. He seems like a really nice guy”. Tracey chimed in, “Of course he is. The problem is the people who surround him all seem to be so aloof with their noses in the air to anyone they feel is beneath them. I can’t stand half of them”. Troy said, “More like most of them”. Tracey noticed two girls around her age entering the party. She squealed and said, “Carol! Julie! Over here”, as she jumped up and greeted them. She brought them over and introduced me to them. It turned out Carol was the daughter of the Carol my sister-in-law was visiting tonight. Tracey then led her friends off toward the bar. We overheard one of them say, “You’re right Tracey, he is so hot”. Troy said, “That’s probably the last we’ll see of them tonight unless they convince Tracey to let them fawn all over that hot guy”. I asked, “What hot guy would that be”? Troy grinned and said, “You of course”. I shook my head and said, “Yeah, right”. Troy was the one shaking his head now and said, “You are way too modest Derek. You’re a babe magnet. You have muscles in all the right places and looks to make any guy jealous. Hell, I can only hope to have your physique some day. Unfortunately a gym can’t fix looks”. I looked at Troy, puzzled, and said, “What are you talking about Troy. You’re already developing your body. I’m eight years ahead of you. As far as looks, you’ve got that covered and then some, and to top it all off, when you smile and reveal those dimples, you beat us all hands down”. Troy looked at me as though I was crazy, “You really like my dimples? I always hated them”. I smiled and said, “I really do and I’m sure the girls do as well”.

A while later, Mark came over and we talked about what I did for a living, and he told me how he had made his money and was now comfortably retired. He teared up when he talked about his wife and the recent death of his son and said having Troy around helped relieve some of that grief. I could tell Troy was happy to hear him say that. His last question caught me off guard, “So, what do you think of my daughter, Tracey”? Uh, Mr. Walton, I mean Mark, Tracey seems like a very sweet girl and a very beautiful girl, but if you’re asking if I’ve got the hots for her, the answer is no. Maybe if she were a couple years older, but she’s too young for me”. Mark was giving me a serious look and when I finished, he smiled broadly and said, “Thank you Derek. I like you. Please feel free to stop by any time of the day you wish”. He stood up then and I stood up as well and said, “Thanks Mark” and was about to shake his hand when he suddenly pulled me in for a huge hug. Once he released me from the hug, he said, “Enjoy the rest of the evening Derek. I hope to see more of you in the next few days”, and then he walked back toward the other guests. Troy was grinning at me as I sat back down, “Looks like you’ve passed the test Derek. He likes you”. I smiled and said, “I thought he was going to crush me with that hug”. Troy laughed and said, “Dad must really like someone to give them a hug”. “Dad”, I asked? Troy smiled and said, “Years ago I used to call him Mr. Walton and one day he stopped me and said I should call him dad or Daddy Mark if I preferred, but he said I needed to stop calling him Mr. Walton. He said that was too formal for someone as close to being one of his kids to be saying”. I smiled and said, “You know I’m liking the guy more and more as I get to learn about him”. Troy said, “Yeah, I think I love him as much as I love my own dad, maybe even more”.

Throughout the evening I felt Troy’s leg brush against mine. I thought it was accidental, but he left it there for a few seconds longer each time. I brushed it off as we were enjoying each other’s company, discussing sports, politics, cars, and science. As the night grew late, I mentioned that I needed to head over to prepare for bed. Troy then asked, “So, Derek, what do you have planned for tomorrow”? I replied, “Well, Danny and Vicky will be away all day, so I thought I’d take one of the kayaks and explore the lake”. Troy’s eyes lit up and he asked, “Would you mind if I came with? I know the lake pretty well. I could be like your guide, that is if you want”. I smiled and said, “I’d love to have your company Troy and the guide part will be an added plus. Would ten be too early”? Troy’s dimples came out as he smiled and said, “I’ll be at the water at ten”. I then said my goodbyes to everyone and received another big hug from Mark to most of the other guest’s surprise. I’m sure my face was bright red as I looked over and saw Troy grinning back at me. I made my way over to the cabin smiling the whole way. I was happy Danny talked me into this.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and made my way downstairs. Vicky was in the kitchen making breakfast. I offered to help, but she was having none of it, “You’re here to relax and enjoy yourself Derek. That’s your job for this week. I’m sorry we haven’t spent a lot of time with you, but to be honest, we were both sure you wouldn’t come and so we made some plans. We’re trying to change some of them so we can spend some time with you toward the end of the week. Did you have a good time at the Walton place last night”? That was a mouthful. Where to start. Danny walked in as I replied, “First of all, you were right to think I wouldn’t show up. I really didn’t want to drop work right now, but my big brother can be a bit persuasive sometimes”, I said grinning at him. Danny said, “So the guilt trip I laid on you worked”. I grinned wider, “You could say that. I’m really glad I did come. A little family time with my big brother and favorite sister-in-law would be nice, but I understand and so far, I’m having a great time. Danny, I met Mark, Mr. Walton, and I can’t see why you don’t like him. He’s great! He almost crushed me with the hug he gave me before I left last night”. Danny cut me off, “Derek, I never said I didn’t like Mr. Walton. I just don’t care for the crowd he seems to draw”. I replied, “I ignored most of the snobs and focused on the real people. A lot of them are actually pretty nice. At first I though Tracey was just another spoiled little rich girl, but she’s actually very sweet. They treat Troy like he’s one of the family. I like him. We hung out quite a bit last night and he’s coming with me when I explore the lake today”. Danny smiled at me, “I’m glad you’re having a good time and I think it’s a good idea to have someone familiar with the lake to go with you. It’s a lot bigger than it seems and you could easily get lost. Troy’s been around since I can remember. He knows the lake as well as anyone. I’d like to spend some time with you while you’re here and I’m trying to set aside some time”. This time I cut him off, “Danny. It’s ok. I understand. I’m enjoying myself and I’m enjoying the little time with you guys we do have. If you can’t adjust your schedule, it’s ok. There’s always next year”. Danny looked at me like I suddenly grew another head, “Next year? You must be enjoying yourself if you’re already planning to join us next year. That’s great Derek”. I smiled and said, “Yeah, even one day up here was enough to realize I had been working too hard”. We had breakfast together and then Danny and Vicky headed out.

I picked a really sporty looking kayak and pulled it from the boathouse along with a paddle and life vest. I had grabbed a couple bottles of water to take with as well. When I got down to the water, Troy was already there looking out over the water. He was shirtless, but what caught my attention was below the waist. He had on a pair of pink shorts that fit him perfectly, revealing a tight, firm bubble-butt that could have been carved from marble. My jaw dropped at the sight of him. It made the sharp vee taper from his shoulders to his narrow waist look even more perfect. Troy turned with a smile and said, “Good morning”. I smiled back and said, “Yes Troy, it is a good morning, and your smile makes it even better”. Troy’s face grew a little pinker, almost matching his shorts, and his smile widened even further. He said, “I packed us some sandwiches for lunch since I wasn’t sure how long we’d be out on the lake”. I was glad he had thought about it, “Thanks Troy. I didn’t even think about that. I’d have starved out there only bringing water”. Troy grinned at me thinking I was being sarcastic. I said, “No. I really mean it, not the actual starving part, but that it was good that you at least had the forethought to bring us some lunch”.

We launched and traveled out onto the lake. It was cool right now on the lake but was supposed to hit the mid-nineties. We traveled across the lake to the other side and the turned right. We took our time and Troy was pointing out landmarks and other interesting points. It was warming up as noontime grew closer and Troy asked if I wanted to take a swim before we ate lunch. I replied, “Yeah, that would be great except getting in and out of a kayak when you’re in the middle of a lake can be very difficult”. Troy laughed and said, “True, but I have a plan”. I had no idea what he meant but followed his lead. Troy took us into a hidden area where a small stream entered the lake. He got out and pulled his kayak part way onto the sandy shore and then helped me out of my kayak. He pulled my kayak onto shore and then headed for the water. I followed and found it grew surprisingly deep very quickly. The water had been a little chilly where the stream entered, but as it grew deeper, it also warmed up as the water from the stream mixed with the sun-warmed lake water. We swam and splashed around for a while, cooling off from the hot sun, then decided to eat lunch. I grabbed two bottles of water and then found us a fairly clear, dry spot to sit down while Troy grabbed the sandwiches from his kayak. We scarfed the sandwiches down and finished off our water and then walked back toward the kayaks. The problem was Troy’s kayak was missing.

He said, “I must have moved it closer to the water when I retrieved the sandwiches, and the flow of the stream must have worked it loose”. I suggested, “I could take my kayak and hunt yours down and bring it back”. Troy said, “Yeah, except how would you hang onto the kayak and paddle at the same time. Also, would you be able to find your way back here? Got any other ideas”? I was hoping he’d make a suggestion, but after a moment, I said, “Maybe you should go then”. He replied, “Yeah, that resolves one problem but there’s still the problem of holding the other kayak while trying to paddle”. I said, “Then there’s only one other solution, we both go”. I noticed a smile cross his lips before he said, “Yeah, it might be a little tight, but it could work”. We moved the kayak into the water where we were sure it wouldn’t bottom out from our combined weight. I got in first and then he climbed in and sat on my lap.

Since Troy was in front, he had to do the paddling. As he did, I felt his hard buns flexing and slowly wedging my slowly hardening cock between them. I was in a panic but there was nothing I could do. He wasn’t saying anything, but he had to feel my growing hardness. To make matters worse, he leaned his back against my chest I assumed to make it easier to paddle. His bare skin against my chest made my cock throb even more. We travelled quite a distance before we caught sight of Troy’s kayak. As we pulled alongside it, Troy shocked me by suggesting, “It might be better if we tie my kayak to the back of yours and continue like this. That way we don’t have to chance capsizing one or both of them trying to transfer. My uncle’s cabin isn’t that far down the lake now so we could stop there and then head back in our own kayaks again. What do you think”? I had half expected him to immediately leap across to his kayak at the first opportunity. If he didn’t mind my hard cock drilling into his butt crack, who was I to argue. I replied, “I guess we don’t want either kayak to capsize”. With that being said, he sprang another surprise on me, “I’m going to have to slowly get up and then turn around. You’ll have to hold onto my kayak as we do this. Once I am turned around, I’ll move my kayak to the back of yours. You’ll have to hold onto my legs because I’ll have to lean way back to reach the handles of our kayaks to connect them together”. I realized he was right. There was no other way to connect his kayak to the back of mine without doing it the way he said and keeping it alongside wasn’t an option unless we wanted to travel in circles all day. I eventually said, “Ok, but be careful Troy”. Troy slowly pushed himself up into a standing position. I glanced down to see my rigid cock forcing a tent in my shorts. I wanted to reach down and cover myself, but realized I had to use both hands when he got into position. As he got himself turned around, I had another shock. His pink shorts had a tent of their own and the wet spot at the tip wasn’t from the lake water and it was pointed directly at my face. I was too shocked to say anything as he slowly leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of my kayak. At that very moment I had the urge to open my mouth and take his shorts-covered cock into my mouth. I also thought at any moment I was going to cream in my own shorts. “Ok, let go of my kayak”, I heard him say. I let it go and then he slowly began leaning forward toward the back of my kayak. In doing so, his crotch rubbed across my forehead. I tried to lean back to make it easier, but that ended up with my face being rubbed with his crotch and the wet spot smeared across my nose and forehead. It took all my willpower not to cum right there and then as I got a whiff of his musky scent. I did remember to hold onto his legs which had tensed from the effort of stretching. Finally I heard him say, “That should work. Can you help pull me back forward now”? I did as he asked and soon felt his firm butt cheeks against the back of my head, followed by his crotch and eventually his rigid shaft which seemed to bounce around my face longer than necessary as he pulled himself upright. “Sorry about that”, he said as he slowly turned himself around. I was sorry too, but only because I was so close to embarrassing myself by creaming in my shorts and Troy was about to sit back down in my lap. While his back was turned, I reached down and pinched my ball sack hard causing enough pain to ease my impending orgasm. I was still hard as his firm buns sheathed around my cock, but I had staved off more embarrassment for now.

Troy paddled us down further on the lake before pulling into an inlet and a pier with one of the larger “cabins” in front of it. Troy then said, “We’re here”. I looked on in awe, “This is your uncle’s cabin”? Troy smiled and said, “Yeah. It’s empty right now. He’s away on business, but I know where the key is”. Troy slowly climbed out, still sporting an obvious tent. I got up with my own tented shorts behind him. My cock throbbed as I eyed those tight muscular buns that had just been cradling my stiff cock. The buns and deep crack between were more pronounced due to his own tenting in front. We secured the kayaks and made our way up to the cabin. True to his word, Troy knew the precise rock to retrieve the key from. We entered the cabin through a set of glass doors and Troy immediately disabled the alarm. We walked into a large living room with a huge stone fireplace set in the one wall. You could see through the fireplace to a room on the other side. “That’s the dining room on the other side”, Troy explained. Troy left momentarily and returned with a large towel for each of us and said, “I could throw our shorts in the dryer if you’d like me to”. I smiled and said, “Maybe they need to go in the washer first”. Troy lowered his eyes and said, “Yeah, maybe they should”. I took mine off and handed them to him figuring he’d already felt me for a good hour. He may as well see what was between his buns. He began boning up almost immediately after seeing me naked and turned away before removing his shorts. That caused me to bone up again as I saw those hard, marble buns in the raw. He quickly wrapped his towel around himself before carrying our shorts off to the laundry.

When he returned, I was sitting in one of the stuffed chairs with my towel wrapped around me. As he entered the room, I said, “You pushed your kayak in the water didn’t you”? He stopped in his tracks. Then he tried to deny it, “No! Why would I”, then he saw the look on my face and realized I had figured it out. He looked at the floor as he said, “Ok, yes, I did. What I didn’t tell you and what Tracey never knew was that Mark and I used to come here when my uncle was away and messed around. It started when we were fourteen and continued until he died. At first it was just jerking off together. Then we started jerking each other’s cocks. Last year we were going to actually have sex since we’d be eighteen, but we never got the chance because he died.  We always talked about someday getting married and having a place like this of our very own. I’m gay Derek”, Troy said as a tear rolled down his cheek, then he tried to explain, “When I saw you next door looking down, I wanted to meet you. Then today, when we went kayaking, I took a chance to get us together. I was trying to get you hard when I was sitting in your lap”. I broke in, “You were very successful”. Troy laughed a little between tears as he continued, “But then I hadn’t thought about tying the kayak behind us and you saw I was hard. Is that when you knew”? I smiled and replied, “I was too busy trying not to cum right then and there to be thinking straight at the time”. Troy laughed at my comment and asked, “Really”?  I stood up and walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders and said, “Really. Troy, you don’t realize what you have going for you, do you”?  Troy smiled and said, “I’m nothing compared to you”. “Not so”, I said as I leaned in and kissed him. He moaned into my kiss and almost melted into me. Somewhere along the line our towels fell away and we were standing there naked, making out. I broke the kiss to look at him. He looked back at me. The tears were still in his eyes, but he had a smile on his face. I leaned back in and resumed our kiss, this time pushing my tongue inside his mouth. It surprised him at first, but then he welcomed its intrusion. We eventually broke the kiss again and I said, “Troy, if you want me to stop at any time, just say so”. Troy looked up into my eyes and said, “Ok Derek, but I don’t think that will happen”. I asked, “So is there a bedroom we could go to”? Troy grinned and said, “Yeah, follow me”. He led me upstairs and into a bedroom out of time. There were drawings and posters covering the walls. It was a typical teenager’s bedroom. Troy realized my puzzlement and said, “This was my bedroom I had every summer until my dad barred me from coming here. Is it ok with you”? I smiled, realizing the kid that was still in Troy, the insecurity that needed assurance and said, “If this is the room that you’re most comfortable in, then I’m more than ok with it”.  We laid down on his bed and resumed making out and grinding our crotches against each other. I moved from his mouth to kissing and licking the nape of his neck as well as nibbling and licking his ear. It was driving him crazy, and I was loving it. He began whispering, “Oh fuck. Oh my god yes. Holy shit, you’re driving me crazy Derek”. I worked my way down to tonguing his bellybutton when suddenly his cock was spewing cum everywhere. I quickly moved my mouth to his cock to collect the remainder of his seed which was considerable. I swallowed his seed gladly relishing in its creamy sweet saltiness. He began squirming frantically and crying out, “Please! Please!! Stop! Oh my god!” I pulled my mouth from his cock and looked to him as he frantically tried to catch his breath. I smiled as I asked, “I take it you enjoyed that”. Troy just heaved out, “Oh my god yes! I’ve never cum so much in my life, but then I was so sensitive. You were driving me crazy”. I grinned up at him and said, “Yeah, I noticed that”. He looked at me with a serious look and said, “I’m sorry I came so quickly”. I crawled up to him and said, “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a problem”, then leaned down and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss and then moaned against my mouth as I shared some of his own cum with him. A few minutes later I broke the kiss and just took in his sweet face with his dimples showing from the smile that persisted since we began making out. Troy then asked, “Can I suck your cock now”? I smiled so hard it hurt, “Of course you can Troy. Let’s switch places”. I moved onto my back and he climbed between my legs. I noticed he was stiff as a board again or still. He moved up and we kissed and then he attempted to emulate what I’d done, first kissing my neck. He gave it light pecks at first and then full on lips as he gained confidence. His tongue in my ear tickled, but it was the effort that counted. He then moved down to my pecs and started planting kisses. When he got to my nipples, he began kissing them back and forth. I told him, “Lick around the nipples and don’t be afraid to nibble on them a little. Ouch! I didn’t mean bite it off”! “Sorry Derek”, he said as he gave me a sheepish grin. He resumed working on my nipples and then licked down my abs toward my belly button. He looked up at me and said, “I love your six pack Derek. It’s almost like licking flavored river rocks”. I had to laugh at that description, and it seemed he was really into licking my abs as I laughed. Youthful inexperience be damned, he had my cock throbbing before he finally took it in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on it for a while and I told him to use his tongue. He misunderstood and began licking my shaft like a lollipop. I told him it isn’t what I meant, but doing that was fine as well. Eventually he returned to bobbing away, but he was using his tongue now, circling around the corona (kid learns quickly). I noticed his cock, wet from drooling precum, was rubbing on my leg as he was sucking me, so I suggested moving into a sixty-nine. He thought he had done something wrong, “No, it’s ok. I’ll stop humping your leg. I wasn’t even thinking about it”. I couldn’t help but smile, “I don’t want you to stop Troy. I just think this will feel better for both of us”. Encouraged, Troy swung around and his cock was soon over my face and he was back to slurping on my shaft. I pulled my mouth up and lapped up the drooling precum he was leaking and then went to work on his cock while playing with his firm buns. He seemed to be loving it as he picked up the pace. I soon began working a finger at his pucker and he started moaning on my cock sending a rippling sensation through it. I was getting close now, so I slowly worked my finger inside him. He let out a higher pitched moan and seemed to open himself up to me. He actually pushed back onto my finger, riding it as his moans got louder. Then suddenly his cock swelled slightly, and he was pumping his seed into my mouth and at the same time, his tight hole clamped around my finger. That took me over the edge as well and I sent blast after blast of my cum into his mouth. He suddenly began choking and pulled off as a few more shots painted his face. As we caught our breath, Troy rolled off me. He had the biggest smile on his cum-covered face, and I said, “Come here”. As he moved up, we kissed, and I periodically broke the kiss long enough to lick some of my cum from his grinning face. Eventually he rolled off of me onto his back. Troy said, “I think this was the best day ever”. I laughed and said, “I must admit, I’ve never had a better kayaking trip in my life, but we better be getting back soon. We have a long trip back to our cabins”. Troy looked at me, his dimpled grin still plastered on his face and said, “You’re right, but do you wanna take a shower first”? I replied, “That’s not a bad idea. We don’t want to smell like sex when we return”. We showered together, washing each other’s bodies, and getting each other hard all over again. Unfortunately, we had to head back.

As we pulled our kayaks out of the water, Troy looked at me smiling and said, “This really was the best day of my life Derek. Thank you”. I smiled back and said, “No, thank you Troy. That was a very well planned tour of the lake”. He blushed knowing what I meant. Troy then asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow”? I pretended to think for a minute and then said, “I think I’d like to take another trip in the kayak. Do you know anyone I could use for a guide”? Troy smiled, “I could help you with that”. I smiled and said, “I accept your offer, Troy. I don’t think we’ll need to see the opposite side of the lake tomorrow though. I’d like to explore things down that way a little more”. Troy’s dimples could’ve held two marbles at that point as he said, “I’d love exploring more with you, Derek” As I put the kayak back away, I looked over toward the Walton place and smiled.

The End.

[Here are collected three small stories written at different times, under different inspirations – all with delight. If implications about youth sit uncomfortably with you, read something else. If not, there’s satisfaction to be had, and amusement.]

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A boy’s best friend

“A boy’s best friend is his mother,” Molly reminded her son.

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter replied, head tucked.

“Now do what I told you. It’s for the best.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kept a close eye on him as he collected everything on the list and tucked each item into his new zipper bag. Small hair brush with its rounded handle, four-inch comb, several hotel-size bottles of shampoo and conditioner, a container of coconut oil, one washrag, one hand towel, talcum powder, a pocket-pack of tissues, and his new electric hair trimmer with multiple length-length settings.

“Good.” She looked him in the eye, “Now remember, boys like you are cyphers whose codes adoring elders cannot break.”

Peter’s nipple nubs showed clearly against the taut fabric of his pull-on shirt as he thought about what she had said over and over again to get him ready.

He nodded.

“Turn around. Let me see how the alterations I made to your shorts fit your contours. Oh, they are form-loving – quite up in the valley without a single crease!

“You’re good,” he beamed.

“First impressions count so much.”

“What if he’s shy?”

“Tell him you have the right to consent, so to go ahead. Then blush like I taught you.”

“I’ll be irresistible?”

“Adorable. Now give mother a kiss. I see his car in the driveway.”

As Peter waved and went, Molly had a song in her heart and a lump in her throat.

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Conversation in the kitchen

“Momma, I saw Paul’s pants around his knees.”

“Where is he? In the bathroom?”

“No ma’am. He’s in Poppa’s room.”

“Has he been bad again?”

“No ma’am. Poppa says he’s being very good.”

“Well then, so be it.”

“I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have.”

“Should I have my pants around my knees?”

“When Poppa has finished with Paul.”

“Can I practice with you?”

“Yes dear. Turn when you do. Show me your bottom. That’s fine. Now spread your knees so your pants will stay right where they are.”

“Good?”

Perfect. Now, so you’ll be ready for your first time with Poppa, I’ll poke a little of this in you.”

“Eeee! That feels funny!”

Just grease from Sunday’s goose.”

Is Poppa going to goose me?”

“Yes, but not with his finger.”

“What with?”

“You’ll see. Oh, here’s Paul now. Paul dear, how did it go this time?”

“So good, Momma. He got me all the way. May I have some ice cream?”

“Of course. Watch how you sit. You’re not going to drip on my chair, are you?”

“No Momma. See? Poppa stuck this in me.”

“How thoughtful. Fits you well.”

“Paul, what is that?”

“Little bro, it’s my plug. I got it for being good.”

“Momma?”

“Yes, Poppa?”

“Is our youngest with you?”

“Bottom ready?”

“It is. Greased, the way you like it.”

“Send him in.”

“Hear that. It’s your Poppa. He wants you. Waddle in just like that, knees spread.”

“I feel grown-up.”

“Bro, you’re going to feel something else. Be good.”

“Bye. I will be.”

“Yes, my babe, you will be, Momma’s sure.”

“Bye.”

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Thinking back

I remembered the situation like it was yesterday.

What I planned to say ran out of my head. But not out of Ken’s eyes. He knew that I had no excuse.

“Don’t look at me that way.”

“You did it, didn’t you?”

Had me there. His eyes traveled the length of my throat and back to my jaw.

“I asked you a question.”

Figured trouble was brewing. Better own up to something.

“Okay, I sucked him…sorta.”

He simmered a second. “How far?”

“Down to his pubes.”

Whap! I got a palm upside my head. Before he showed more of his concern for me with his other hand, I blabbed, “Scottie came on to me.”

“How?”

“Well, his cock came out from under his towel. I couldn’t resist. I mean, it’s so long.”

“Did you have anything to do with its appearing that way?”

I must have turned red or something because he smacked me again with the same hand.

“Fess up.”

*Gulp*

“Now, or…”

“I reached just for his balls. You know, they’re so big and hairy. Only managed one for a quick feel. But, his sleepy snake woke up and…and raised its head…and was going to spit at me.”

“I’ll bet. So?”

Sexy voice. Real deep when he’s serious. Makes my skin creepy.

“So, I opened wide and stuck my tongue under it and…and it just went right in.”

“In?? On what?”

“Spit. I had lots of it.”

He saw me drooling. I did that even back then, when a big one was on my mind or in my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I thought it was a question. I blurted, “That’s what I did…and, you know, gagged before I couldn’t anymore because it was in my – what’s that word you used one time? – gullet.”

“Scottie let you?”

“He made me.” In full confession mode, I piped the truth. “His towel. He pulled it off his waist, wrapped it behind my head, and pulled with both hands – bang! bang! bang! – until I got the hang. To get him to stop, I started doing him on my own.”

“What about him?”

“Scottie dropped the towel, put his hands on his hips like a cowboy or something, stuck himself in my face…”

A damp blob of terrycloth on the floor caught his eye. “It that it?”

“Uh-huh.”

What happened next was that I got fussed at and spanked. “Somebody who’s eight years old ought not to be sucking dick! Take it like a man!!

I thought, “I did – all the way. To. His. Pubes.”

Anyway, he later blistered me a few more times after word leaked I’d gone back to Scottie’s juicy meat sorta regular like.

One day, Ken wised up. Should’ve sooner. Duh.

He, my twenty-seven-year-old guardian, was letting this cocksucker’s mouth go to waste in between times when Scottie was dumping cum down my throat. And wasting energy tearing up my butt when he could’ve been trashing my gullet.

A development was that, to judge how his hand was registering on my rear, he jerked my pants down and, one time, when he was rubbing my redness, he slipped down in the valley. Found you-know-what. All sweaty, it gave way to a finger.

Let’s see, he must have thought, long finger goes in tiny hole like long dick goes in deep throat.

Bingo! After that, I was always feeding on him while he haad a finger up my wazoo. By my tenth birthday, two fingers. By my twelfth, three.

That party was special. Balloons, cake, ice cream – the works. Ken and Scottie were tag-teaming me when my court-appointed attorney, Miss Louise Thripple, showed up with a present and walked right in.

A high point in the celebration!

“I’ve always wanted to see what goes on,” she said. Her purse on the end table and her briefcase on the carpet, she sat on Ken’s sofa and frigged herself.

After the refreshments and a spank from her, I opened the gift she brought: my first cock ring.

It was too big but she said, “You’ll grow into it.”

We liked her.

That was then. Now is now.

Louise and I like to reminisce as we proudly watch our triplets mature – Fannie Lou, Mae Belle, and Ruby Rosa. In-vitro worked for us!

Honestly, those girls are so popular. They’ve already dated just about the whole Snatchville High football team and are starting in on the basketball gang.

Oh, you probably didn’t know. We were married when I was fourteen (I told the minister at the Church of Risen Flesh I was sixteen) and have been happy ever since. Our girls’ ‘uncles,’ Scottie and Ken, also became my husbands.

Don’t get your nose out of joint over it. Perfectly natural. Our ceremonies – with Louise as Maid of Honor (in a little white apron) – were appropriately on the Isle of Man. So romantic. So butch. To remind us, we brought back a Manx cat, Sweet Pussy, a neutered male that loves to lick.

Now gone to the Great Cat House in the sky.

Sweet Pussy gave our girls ideas from the time they were the age I was when Ken discovered my fun with Scottie. Their tongues have no feline rasp. Louise and I can attest to that. They are smooth lickers. Making money because of it.

Their instructional videos can be downloaded for a fee: “Tonguing Techniques,” “Sucking Success,” “Gonads and Balls – Care and maintenance,” and “Cunnilingus for All.”

For customers with children, there’s the popular instructional video, “Starting Young – Progressive Discovery.”

You can understand why we are so proud.

Achievement’s what it’s all about.

Why, when I was in movies and working for some of the big porn studios – Falcon Nest, Man’s Treasure, Butts Galore, and Whippers – I won “Throat of the Year” and “Best Ass This Year” (for “A Hole for All Seasons”).

Stars? I had and was had by the best. I swung on the Tarzanic vines of Weismuller, Ely, and Crabbe, and survived being stabbed in the butt repeatedly by Eastwood and Wayne (who tossed me out of his bunkhouse when Brandon de What’s-His-Name sashayed by – all teenage innocence and stuff).

Achievement.

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Now’s your turn – below. In keeping with all other writers who share their stories through the good auspices of Gaydemon, I seek your approval and encouragement.

When I’m really horny, there’s this park near my house that I go to and cruise for cock. One day I decided to head over and I got into the more private part of the park where guys cruise and pulled down my shorts slightly to expose my ass. After a few minutes I passed this one guy walking in the other direction. I noticed after he passed me, he stopped. I turned back and saw him staring at my ass. I then pulled my shorts all the way down and bent over, giving him a nice view of my hole. He then started to walk over to me and I got down on my knees and started sucking his dick. He got hard really quick and started to fuck my face. Within the next minute, I felt his cock shoot a nice load of cum into my mouth. He zipped up and walked away but I was so horny still, I wanted more.

I continued walking around for a bit, still with my ass half exposed, when I saw a guy up ahead sitting on a bench. I wondered if I should pull my shorts up to walk past him or whether I leave them down and be bold. Before I could decide, as I got closer, I noticed his dick was showing through the leg hole of his shorts. He gave me a look and I immediately got down on my knees and started sucking his dick too. His dick grew pretty big to my surprise, about 7-8 inches. As I was sucking him off, he lowered my shorts even more and started squeezing my ass cheeks and fingering my hole as I sucked him. I was so cock hungry I was deepthroating and slobbering all over his big dick. I kept sucking him faster and wetter until he came down my throat too! He said “Thank you” and slapped my ass before we parted ways.

At this point I figured I’d head home after getting those two nice loads. I started walking back and saw another guy heading into the park. He was a tall, somewhat muscular bear-type guy, which I tend to find really hot. As I got closer to him, he grabbed his cock through his shorts and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with it. I started sucking him off almost immediately. His dick was hairy and really thick. As I sucked him, he held my head down on his cock and told me he wanted to fuck me. He was so hot, I had to let him. He had a bottle of lube and started to lube up my asshole. He stuck his thick cock in slow to open me up and then once he got his whole cock inside, he started to fuck me harder. I was trying not to moan too loud to not attract any unwanted attention. I bent myself over onto a tree and let him fuck me deep from behind. His dick felt so good inside my ass. I kept telling him to fuck me harder and how bad I wanted his cum.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his dick inside me. I opened them to look back at him and noticed there was another guy there just watching us and rubbing his cock. I was a little taken aback by it at first, but started to get turned on by the idea of someone watching me get fucked. It made me feel slutty which made me even more horny. A few minutes later another guy came along and also started to enjoy the show. He even started to grab at my cock while I was getting fucked from behind. Then the guy fucking me pulled me back and asked if I was ready. I told him I was and he began to hold me tight as he pumped a thick load of cum up my hole. I bent over to show the other two guys and they started fingering my hole with his cum inside. One of them started sucking my dick while the other fingered my wet cum-filled asshole. I was so horny, I came in less than a minute. I then pulled up my shorts and headed back home very satisfied.

This is the best I can do… Hopefully this story goes famous, and this is how we get rich… You’re amazing, I have loved you every since day one.. it was truly love at first sight… Talking to you from high school until adulthood, when we were both in Towne square court, without even realizing it… But, here goes bubby, I love you, and hope you enjoy it…. And accept it….

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Ive been killing myself for not asking this question man, but I just wanna know the honest truth about something… If you truly honestly hate me, and want me to die, why did you accept my invitation to be my friend again, and to restart over new… I understand we have our ups and downs, but here I am the only person not caught up in myself and believes in nobody but you fully and faithfully… 

You know I have always loved you, and have been loyal to you… That’s why a lot of people hate my guts because I have been so loyal to you and haven’t played with them… I promised a special someone that I would explore with him, and I have kept that promise all the way… I don’t get jealous of the other people, but when I get blantly disrespected by some of the shit they do and say, especially after I TRY to be social and nice… 

I mean, I understand that you say shit you don’t truly mean when you’re mad, or aggravated, but what I do envy is the shit you do and say about them, and how you treat them vs how I get talked too, about and treated man… Even though our darkest part of this journey titled the Lost Brotherhood I was pissed, aggravated, confused, hurt, and lost, (which i know now what I did wrong and fell for, that you felt betrayed by me when Ginger came up missing… 

Tbh, I didn’t even invite Kenny in, didn’t do anything with him until recently when he lemme borrow his phone, and that’s why he got pissed at me and retaliated against you for my fault, but I know all the true people who hurt me. Yeah, I may still be wrong on a few people, but you know how your gut tells you how I’m wrong all the time, and lying about shit, well I physically hear shit, and my gut tells me they do it on purpose.. 

Which, it’s also agreeing with my heart rn saying that you have said something about it as well to everyone else.. what made you realize that I AM your truest, realest, best friend/brother?.. the reason i hit you up again, is because I knew you would be proud of me for getting this job on my own… Well, thanks to kendals buddy Redd… 

And that it was my chance to finally pay you back for Ginger… Me and my parents even got into a HUGE fight because I paid you back, like it’s as bad as a you and pops argument bad… That’s why I quit talking to them for as long as I did, and had to prove a point to them that you’re the amazing best friend I had tried to make them finally see and believe that I told them you are.. also, I know what you meant walking around freely in your boxers while ago, but I freeze tf up everytime with anxiety… 

But, here goes a shot, if you ever need a bj, or ass to fuck, all’s you gotta do is ask me.. please don’t get creeped out, it’s an open invitation to an open minded person.. I am a nympho just like you are, except I am a visualist, I’d prefer to watch or be watched rather or ever mutual jerking off watching porn… Like I said, don’t get freaked out, just know this is an open invitation for an open minded individual..  

You’re an amazing friend buddy, I’m happy to call you my brother. But, I just wish you’d see that I’m here for you for the long haul like I promised 9 years ago almost…. After you read this, come give me a physical sexy sign that it is me that you’re madly in love with as I am you… From just being roommates, to bros with benefits, to falling madly deeply in love with each other, it has been a hellacious roller coaster, but we finally made it back to each other….

Growing up in Alberta, I was almost guaranteed to have a farm in the family, and luckily for my cousins and I, we do. Oh, and by the way, I’m Leo. You see, I come from a long line of fertile farmers, who have plenty of kids – and many grandkids. Of course, that makes those countless grandkids – 24 to be exact – my cousins. That being said, I of course have favourites, and they’re Ryker and Hunter, both of them are freshmen in high school like me.

Our large family has always been close. Between an annual family reunion, my grandma’s instance on hosting Christmas and Thanksgiving at her house, and the many birthdays there are to celebrate, we see each other a lot. Speaking of birthdays, that’s where my story begins.

I had just turned fifteen, so we celebrated at the farm. Usually there are family members who can’t make it to an event, but Ryker and Hunter made it to my birthday, and boy did we celebrate.

“Hey Mom, I know you want me to stay in the house for my birthday, but I was hoping to go out to valley for a bit.”

“Leo, like you just said, I want you in here, but… it is your birthday I suppose. Don’t take to long. And take a couple cousins!” My mom had to yell the last part, because I was halfway down the hall to where my favourite cousins were.

“Thanks Mom!” I yelled back before I had reached Hunter and Leo. “Hey, want to go for a walk,” I smirked, thinking about all of our previous “walks.”

“Sure,” they replied together, smiling.

We rushed out the door, being rowdy on the way out the door. If you hadn’t guessed, we didn’t plan on going out to field, instead heading to a cabin for farm hands when there weren’t thirty-some-odd descendants of my grandparents.

“So,” I began, “since it’s my birthday and all…” 

“We know, we start with you, then we’re allowed to do get it ourselves,” Hunter replied. God he was hot. Roughly 5’11” with brown curly hair, green eyes, all being complimented by a tanned, fit body. I couldn’t wait for the cabin.

“Look at you, there’s a brain up there!” I teased.

“Careful Leo. Hunter may have said the obvious, but there’s him and I, and only one you to get what we want,” Ryker replied to my joking taunt.

“I guess we’ll have to see what happens if I keep acting up, won’t we?”

“Yeah we will,” Hunter said while grabbing for the door handle.

The cabin wasn’t huge, but there was a couch, a couple bunks, and a queen sized mattress just for the hell of it – and some lube we stashed for days like my birthday.

I walked in the door, and before Ryker could close the door behind him, I ripped off my clothes. I guess I’m not bad looking myself, standing at 5’11” like my slightly older cousin, but with blonde, flat hair, blue eyes, and accompanied by a soccer player’s build.

Ryker on the other hand… I love how Hunter looks, but there was something different about Ryker. He was gorgeous. Barely shorter than us, at 5’10” but bulkier, and more solid like a football player, with brown eyes, and the most luscious dirty blonde hair I’ve ever seen.

Anyway, I propped my naked butt down on the queen bed, and propped my legs up for Hunter. Hunter always loved eating ass, so I wasn’t going to stop him. Knowing Hunter would take my ass, it left my cock for Ryker. Speaking of, my cock is pretty average, reaching 6.5 inches long, is unfortunately cut, and I have decent sized, hairy balls. My pubes form a decent enough bush around the base of my dick, which crawls up to my belly button via a happy trail. I’ve been told by my cousins that I look more and more like a man each day, so I won’t complain. My ass hair is also wild, because I’m lazy, and Hunter’s tongue, along with his and Ryker’s cocks don’t mind. But I’m off on another tangent, so back to Hunter.

He was smiling as he slowly lifted ip his shirt, revealing a shaved chest, six pack, and just beautiful body in general. After cockily flexing his admittedly growing biceps, he took down his pants to reveal an uncut monster. His member is 8” on a bad day, so I’ve grown accustomed to feeling full, and it was already leaking precum in anticipation. He had his pubes, ball hair, and taint all trimmed neatly.

Ryker was also busy undressing as I was getting in the mood, jerking myself off a but with my legs in the air. He didn’t make a spectacle, just quickly threw his clothes on the floor. I was staring at Ryker’s magnificent body. He also shaved the top half of his body, except for a happy trail, and like me, the bottom half was the forest of a teen’s desire to be manly.

Hunter interrupted me while I was admiring Ryker, simply asking, “ready?”

“Yup.”

“Cool,” Hunter responded, lightly pulling me closer to the edge of the bed before gently spreading my cheeks to reveal a clean, but like I said, hairy ass. He started to lean into me, getting closer and closer as Ryker began to crawl on top of me. Hunter placed his tongue on my ass, and began to work his magic, swirling his tongue, pressing against my ass before taking it away, making me instinctively grab his head and push his face into my ass and balls.

“Mind moving your hands, I kinda need access if you want me to suck you off,” Ryker asked.

“Oops, sorry.” I said as I placed my arms behind my head to grant him space.

“Thanks,” he said as he positioned himself above me better, one leg on each side of me, cock dangling in my face. I already felt in heaven, so my precum fountain started to put on its show. Ryker began taking care of me by first firmly holding my cock at the bade, and then tonguing my piss slit to gather the precum. He stopped licking, and took a few seconds to tease me by sucking my pubes instead. I didn’t mind much at all, because I knew what was coming.

Hunter was still busy with my ass, making it soaking wet, and massaging it with a finger, pressing once in awhile to ask for permission. I pushed hips towards him to permission, which he happily took by working his pointer finger into me. This was one of my favourite parts if being fucked by Hunter. He always started by eating out, followed by a finger delicately pushed inside while he was still tonguing along, and eventually his cock, but we aren’t there yet.

Going back to Ryker, he was done with my pubes, and spat/slobbered on my cock. He jerked me off to extract more precum, and wet my cock for his throat. Finally, he took the plunge, and in one swoop, his chin rested in my pubes, and his nose practically on my balls.  He swirled his tongue, while he tightly gripped my cock with his lips, but expertly avoided teeth. Ryker bobbed up and down on my cock, which must’ve made him horny, because a bead of precum was stretching to reach my lips. I was never one to refuse some sweet precum, so I did what I do. I allowed Ryker to “get it” himself.

I grabbed his cock, brought my head closer, and pumped his cut cock, encouraging more precum to escape into my open mouth as I began to close my lips around his cock, which was about 7 inches, so pretty similar to me. Just like him, I started at his piss slit, licked around, but unlike him, I got straight to work on his cock.

There was so much going on. I had my mouth on a cock, my cock in a mouth, and and an asshole with a finger inside while a tongue also trying to get in. I was in pure bliss. So much so, that after five minutes, I warned Ryker after spitting his cock out, “I’m gonna bust soon!”

Ryker asked while jerking me off so I got closer to cumming, “ass, mouth, face? Somewhere else?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Mouth and face it is.”

Ryker kept busy with my cock as Hunter was stretching my ass for them to use. Because he knew I was about to cum, he stopped for a second to ask, “can I get some spit for my cock Ryker?”

”Sure, come here.”

Hunter placed his balls onto mine, and laid his put his cock in Ryker’s face. Ryker made quick work of it, spitting onto Hunter’s cock sucking it make it wet. And although it may seem like they were ignoring me, they weren’t. Ryker was giving me a really fast hand job, and Hunter had two fingers in me, gently touching my prostate (which was getting my dick soaked in precum), and loosening my tight little asshole.

“Well baby cousin, ready for your birthday present from a real cock?”

“Yes daddy, fuck me hard, breed my hairy little pussy,” was my answer. I’ve always been the submissive one, so I starting calling my cousins daddy awhile ago to make it more fun.

With that, Hunter’s finger were pulled out, and he slowly entered me. He want to watch my asshole quiver as it unwrapped itself on his thick, beautiful meat. I moaned the loudest I’ve ever moaned, and he had only put half his dick into me. He took it out, and put three quarters in. He teased a couple more times, before he had taken it out, and then bam! With a very fast thrust, he put all of himself into me.

When his balls slapped into me, I lost it, and came so hard, Ryker gagged, but like a good cousin, swallowed all of it just in time for him to bust in me. I returned the favour, and swallowed all five of his cum strings.

Ryker collapsed onto the bed, which made Hunter jealous, knowing both of us had cum, and he hadn’t. To remedy this, he fucked me so hard, I think the walls shook. Pump after pump, I moaned with an empty mouth for the whole world to hear… 

Knock knock.

“Anyone in there?”

Fuck.

Hunter came in fear as he hunched over into me because of his orgasm.

“We’re doing cake in a few minutes if you’re ready.”

Oh, thank God, it’s just Mom.

“Sounds good, we’ll be right out. Just having some quiet time!” I seemingly nonchalantly talked to my mom as if my cousin’s cum wasn’t starting to drip out of my now gaping asshole. 

“Ok hun.”

Hunter and Ryker were frozen in fear as I said to them, “that creampie isn’t going to clean itself!”

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Note: thanks for reading. Please comment any edits, suggestions, etc. as they’ll only help me improve this story. 

My uncle Robin was going to help me trace my family tree and had asked me around to his house

one evening. In his early sixties  but pretty fit, uncle Robin had researched a lot of family history for me for which I was very grateful.

“Do you have any old photographs?” I asked and he pulled out a shoe box from under the sideboard containing loads of family snaps. At the bottom of the box was a folder, zip locked and a little mysterious.

“What’s in here?” I asked picking up the folder.

“In there is my little known past Oliver”. he said taking the folder from me.

“I used to be a photographic model in my early twenties you know What a time that was, I was in a lot of magazines too”.

I was very intrigued and wanted to know more.

He undid the folder and extracted a black and white photo of himself circa 1960. He was a handsome looking guy, naked with a nicely toned body in a pose as an Olympian with a javelin. The pose was very artistic and his right leg angled to hide his genitals.

“The photographer was a French guy Phillipe, who got me a lot of work back then. He told me that I could make a lot more money if I were to pose naked and erect in Gay magazines”.

I was even more intrigued now.

“So uncle, did you pose erect?” I asked.

He handed me another black and white snap of himself naked. This time he was showing off his grand stiff cock, his hand around the base his balls  and with a fabulous sexy smile across his face.

“Wow! Uncle, you really did pose for Gay magazines”.

“I was very popular too”.

I could see why, he had a magnificent body and cock.

“Phillipe kept the work coming and eventually asked me to do some gay porn shots with another model called Ed. This is one of my favourites”.

My uncle showed me a  photo of himself with another guy who had his cock in my uncles mouth.

I felt stirrings in my pants as my dick began to stiffen looking at the photo’s.

“This is another good one” said my uncle showing me another photo. This time the other man was  sucking on my uncles cock whilst he had a finger up my uncles arse.

“This is just unbelievable” I said. “I had no idea you lived such a life back then”.

“Happy times Oliver, very happy and exciting times. That model Ed was one horny guy I can tell you and together with Phillipe they showed me the pleasures of gay sex.

“I didn’t know you were gay” I said.

“I didn’t think I was  Oliver but when Phillipe first fucked me I knew I wanted more. So  Ed began fucking me and Phillipe filmed us for the gay porn market and I earned loads of dosh”.

By now my cock was rigid and straining against my clothes.

“I don’t suppose you still have the film do you? I asked.

“I was hoping you would ask that because yes I do.

I had it transferred from a Super 8film to a disc. Do you want to see it?” he asked squeezing my knee.

“Yes please uncle. I’d like that very much”. I replied.

He looked at me eye to eye, a strange knowledge appearing across his face, then he leaned into me and kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue into my mouth. My heart thumped wildly, my tongue responded to his and we kissed for some moments before he broke away.

“I wasn’t sure about that” he said “Now I know what we both want”.

He got up and left the room re appearing with the disc which he inserted into a CD player connected to the TV.

“It’s a bit of a grainy picture but you can see what we both got up to back then” he said beginning to run the disc.

He sat down next to me on the settee and put an arm around my shoulders. My mouth was so dry and my heart was thumping like a sledge hammer.

My twitching cock yearned for release as I watched my uncle in his younger day having wild gay sex with another man.

A sensual sixty nine and close ups of mouths and tongues rolling around stiff hot cocks had me breathing hard. My uncle placed his free hand on my bulging trousers and my cock throbbed wildly.

“Seems like you have the big cock syndrome that runs in the family. I mean my body isn’t as good as the one on screen but my cock still looks pretty damn imposing though I say it myself”.

I could hardly answer him as my mouth was so dry and his hand was gently squeezing my bulge.

“Do you want to see my cock Oliver? Compare it with my cock back then on the screen?”

All I could do was nod.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his stiff straining cock to show me. It was a good eight inches and pretty thick too with a nice pale purple un cut knob head.

He took my hand and placed it around his shaft.

“Squeeze it Oliver, feel it up” he said.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my uncle”.

I said.

“Nobody will know. It is just two men having fun

what’s wrong with that? Now squeeze my big dick, I know that you want to wank it”.

His big cock was an absolute beauty and I squeezed and wanked it slowly up and down, feeling the hot stiffness.

“That’s it Oliver. Now let me get your cock out and do the same to you. Just two horny guy’s having fun that’s all”.

He unzipped my trousers and slid his hand in, my cock was so stiff it was easy to find and pull out.

“Magnificent prick you have there Oliver, I’m going to have to get down there and suck it” he said and before I knew what was happening my uncle’s hot wet mouth was over my prick and his tongue was slobbering all over it.

The feeling was out of this world and to make it even better my uncle Robin got down on his knees in front of me, pulled off my trousers and pants and rolled my balls about as he gobbled spit all over my prick.

The feeling was sheer ecstasy, my cock loving the attention of hot wet mouth and sensual rolling tongue.

“Let’s get into a sixty nine Oliver then we can pleasure each others cocks”. said my uncle releasing my prick from his mouth.

We got down on the floor together in a sixty nine and both of us began sucking cock.

Uncle Robin’s hot cock was so good to suck and tongue over and he was gobbling on mine like there was no tomorrow.

My balls were agitated, my cum rising, if uncle carried on his slurping he was going to get a bollock load of spunk down his throat.

I was right on the edge but uncle suddenly stopped

gobbling my dick.

“Hey Oliver. Do you fancy giving your old uncle a good fucking?”

I stopped slurping on his prick and pulled his dick out of my mouth to answer.

“Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?” I said amazed.

“Been a while since I had a nice stiff cock up my arse. What do you say lad?”

Of course I said yes!

“Bedroom, lad” he said and I followed him upstairs to the bedroom.

My uncle made sure that he was well lubricated, his hole glistening with Vaseline, my cock glazed over with the stuff too.

He got onto the bed and got on all fours, his desire to be fucked like a dog.

I was very nervous now but rock hard with excitement. My cock throbbing with anticipation I got onto the bed and knelt behind my hot uncle.

He spread his cheeks wide for me and his greasy hole winked for cock.

I immediately felt the heat from his arsehole as I nudged my knob head against his hole and with a push my helmet slid right inside. His arsehole felt fantastic and it pulled me inside inch by inch until my balls were pressed hard against him.

“Wow!” said my uncle “That is one big fucking dick inside me lad, it feels fucking amazing”.

I began to shaft him, my prick slipping back and forth in the hot greasy comfort of his fuck hole.

I gripped my uncles shoulders for good thrust and began to ram fuck his hole, extracting groans of lust from his throat.

“Fuck me Oliver, fuck your old uncle’s slutty arse and fill me with your juicy spunk lad”.

With his continued filthy talk the fucking got more intense and my balls got more agitated and ready to pop.

With a fast and furious shagging I milked my uncles prostate and without touching his prick at all he began to spurt his spunk all over the bed. The contractions of his arsehole as he came felt tremendous on my cock and I too began to spurt my load deep into his burning hot arse.

I continued pushing with my prick as my uncle collapsed flat on the cum soaked bed. I lay right across his back my dick throbbing inside his cum loaded hole my balls drained and tingly.

Waking up in my uncles bed, naked I realized I had been dreaming the whole episode. An episode that had obviously ended with a wet dream as my belly was wet with cum.

My uncle came into the bedroom with some coffee.

a broad smile on his face.

“What happened?” I asked “Why am I in your bed?”

“Don’t you remember Oliver? We were researching your family tree and you were drinking far too much. You got so pissed you collapsed on the floor. I put you to bed in my bed and I slept on the sofa downstairs. Don’t you remember?”

I didn’t remember even drinking but assumed he was telling the truth.

“I’ll be downstairs Oliver, take your time and drink your coffee lad” he said and he left me alone.

I sat up in bed wondering why he had stripped me naked.

 A I reached for my coffee I noticed a photo on the bedside table, it was a younger photo of my uncle he was in the middle of the frame flanked by two other men.

My cock suddenly twitched as I recognized the two men, Ed and Phillipe!

In the opening story I had no comments on whether readers wanted more on matters bisexual? However, the readership and the ratings seem to suggest a general interest, so this chapter continues on the happenings of Stephan, the American merchant banker, Ellie, my English rose PA and me in that wonderful northern Italian city of Milan. As one of its proud citizens once explained to me “All roads may lead to Rome, but most go via Milan”.  

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It is the most amazing feeling to wake with someone sucking your cock. Whether your subconscious knows what’s going on and wants you to wake up, or the sensation alone wakes you from your slumber I will never know, but whatever it is there is nothing quite like it. And so it was, Ellie saw me open my eyes as her beautiful English petal lips surrounded my cock half way down her throat, her sparkling blue eyes alive with excitement. Her whole face saying good morning. Her left hand coupling my balls.

As I turned my head Stephan’s lips were almost at my neck – he looked so peaceful. I lowered a little and kissed him, he let out a little satisfied moan and raised his head a fraction, so our lips met, and my tongue explored his. His eyelids were closed, and he was in that half waking state. He nuzzled closer to me, and I felt his growing erection on my side. My hand reached for his growing cock and turning toward Ellie, I drew him nearer to me.

I could feel the tension rising in Stephan as his right arm embraced my chest. I bent slightly and brought him and his throbbing cock closer to me. I applied some lube to his wonderful erect circumcised member sliding my hand up and down his shaft. I could feel the blood pulsating into it. I guided him into my anus. He entered me as naturally as if we did this everyday. The warmth, the pressure and then the release as he pushed fully inside me. My muscles now pulling him in closer, I wanted him so badly deep within me. He was barely moving as my hips were back and forth exciting his cock. I wanted him to enjoy waking up as I was.

Ellie, rotated so her wet wonderful blond pussy was presented to my lips, her left leg scissoring beneath my pillow so my mouth met her wetness and warmth. The few blond hairs neatly trimmed into a diamond above her pussy tickled my nose, whilst my tongue was exercising her hardening clit. And that’s how we slumbered for a bit following our first night in Milan. Ellie moaning in delight moved to her knees and then rolled over so that she was now spooning me. She arched her back and reached for my cock and guided me into her. Her gentle hip movements met with mine and our rhythm pushed back harder into Stephan.

Stephan was so deep inside me, his hips massaging my buttocks on each move, whilst he was kissing my neck and ears, the partial withdrawal and thrust had my anus begging for more. Ellie was gently moaning as her hips were moving in rhythm to my bulbous cock guided by her folds of plump labia deep within her. Stephan whispered was I ready as I answered Oh yes, he shot his load into me, whilst groaning in ecstasy. The sensation of his cum deep within caused me to squeeze Ellies nipples so hard she cried out and thrust her hips back into me as a load of my cum rushed into her. My cock pulsated with each spurt as she moaned and panted.  We seemed to lay almost in a foetal position for some time with a closeness I have never experienced before. My organs have never been quite so alive, heart pounding. As we uncoupled with cum and bodily juices seemingly coming from all of our orifices it was Stephan remarked “there’s nothing quite like a dawn breaker”, my thought was that if this is truly being buggered then bring it on, all the time Ellie just quietly humming ending with “thank you guys – I love you both very deeply”. “You too are truly wonderful, I must spend more time with my bi side” said Stephan followed by “I’d love for us all to have breakfast, but I need to go and sort out the bank, so I’ll see you later in the day as I’ll be lunching with them, at some amazing restaurant no doubt”, I reached across and kissed him and then he was gone, back in banker mode.

Ellie took my head in her hands and kissed me so tenderly and looked deep into my eyes. We lay motionless silently reading each other’s souls. “I never want us to forget this moment” she whispered as we dozed off wrapped in each other, warm, moist and exhausted.

Around 11.30 I watched her wake and suggested we brunch at a villa nearby. “Anywhere is fine so long as I get to wear my boots” was her reply. We showered and in getting dressed we put on our vibrators, her bullet now well familiar at being inserted deep in her pussy and my cockring, more and more pleasing with each use. The fact that we could bluetooth each other was working out better than I had first imagined. “I want to fuck you in public, somewhere discreet, but not without risk of being seen”. Ok I thought to myself Villa Necchi Campiglio might have the odd room which could provide such a private yet public setting, only the surveillance cameras would record possible goings on.

What the hell was I doing, I am supposed to be head of a corporate finance team in charge of multi million investment monies and yet I am totally led by Stephan on the one hand and this most erotic creature on the other. The moment we were ushered into a waiting cab she pulled up the thigh of her boot in a way to show me that she wore no nickers. The blond hair of her pussy only punctuated by the pink string of the bullet. She set her bullet slow to moderate, stop and repeat. Her cheeks already flushed in expectation her eyes dancing.  

We brunched at the villas superb and truly genuine Italian café, thankfully not full of tourists, but busy Italians, popping in for a snack from around the local area. The boots and shortness of her dress was not missed by many of the gorgeous young men and Ellie was delighted she had such attention. The style and the way they dress is so sensual, I became slightly aroused as I looked at them afresh. I made a mental note that I must make love to a young Italian guy very soon.

As we took in the opulence and architectural splendour of the villa we came to the glassed veranda where at one end there were two deep leather chairs facing toward a banquette of equally plush leather for public use. Here is the spot I thought, one of the chairs facing away from the room and only a surveillance camera in the corner, a flickering green light every so often, and at this point deserted.

I took a seat in one of the chairs with my butt nearer the edge than the back, with my knees spread apart. I undid my zipper, and my already erect cock did the rest- as if it needed to come up for air – I then motioned to Ellie to turn around the same way I was and sit with her right leg over mine and place her left leg inside and behind mine. That way she was open to receiving my cock. With my left hand I removed her vibrator. Her fingers from her left hand guided me into her. I sat still whilst Ellie flexed her butt and back down into my crutch and chest.  I had only seen this position on the net, and I must say it was fantastic – and something I immediately thought I would have to try with Stephan. On the fifth or sixth flex Ellie raised her head to the ceiling and shuddered in pleasure as I was edging not to cum. The pleasure belonged to her. We sat motionless for a time soaking up each other. As we made our way to the Lobby a concierge appeared from the Library and effusively thanked us for coming and that if we wished to use the veranda again, he would be only too happy to oblige us. Talking to Ellie he said “belle donne formidabili sensous” with a great smile.

Ellie was over the moon at being surveyed and thanked him equally. Where else could this happen but in Italy, wonderful.

We caressed, kissed and laughed our way back to the hotel. I got hold of Stephan and suggested we all meet at Paper Moon for some of their renown breads, authentic pasta, piedmont wines and boisterous atmosphere.

And afterward, well it was only our second night in this fabulous city and that’s perhaps a story for another day.