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He had met Brad along the beach. Like it was the perfect place to cruise for hot young studs and not have much left to the imagination. Brad had been one of those that turned out to be a damn bit more. To begin with the guy had no shame and the way he walked along the beach in his shorts, well it was evident to Troy that this guy knew he was hot. Fuck, the sway of the hips and jutting out of his crotch each time he walked past, had to be intentional.

It took Troy maybe 2 or 3 walk pasts before he was certain that Brad was cruising him instead of him doing the cruising. Just the look that last time was enough for him so he found a way to approach him and talk. God the guy had one sweet accent to this voice where Troy fround out his name and all he needed to know to take the chance meeting back to his place.

If he had only known then what he knew now he wouldn’t have waited for Brad to walk past so many times. Shit the guy was on the prowl too just as he was and it wasn’t long before he was sharing some of his more juicier details with Troy, while cleaning himself at one of the many public water sprays.

Watching the way Brad moved around as the water rinsed his golden body of the salt was enough to give Troy a hard on. He couldn’t wait to get this little beach bunny home and into his king size bed. The more that Brad talked, the hornier Troy felt as he stood there enjoying the tell tale bulge that if it was soft, was enough for any size queen. Hell if it was hard it would still be enough as it really didn’t leave much to imagine, other than to see if it was choice uncut cock or not.

He did have a preference for the uncut meat, simply as it led to some added foreplay which is one thing Troy loved almost as much as taking a dick in his ass. Okay so he was a typical 20 year old 6ft beach whore. He didn’t care too much as sex was something he felt natural about, and enjoyed. Sort of like what they talked about in some of those blog things. It was what he liked and fuck, so what if he did it a few times a week if he was lucky enough. Shit, if he could, he’d be naked with some bronzed stud every day sucking and getting sucked or better yet, riding one of those hard thick cocks he loved to taste so much. Sex was fun, and he’d be old soon enough, so at least he’d have some hot memories to enjoy then.

The way Brad had stared at him, with the water cascading off his chest clinched it for them both. Immediately Brad started talking about how pissed he was at the latest bullshit as his favourite online site was being ripped by the Feds. Troy didn’t bat an eye either when he realized Brad was talking about a gay adult site that he had heard about. Fuck this guy was pretty brazen about it and he smiled, which got him a wink from Brad. Shit the look he got, it was nearly enough to make him cum then and there. Brad knew it too which only made him smile more as they headed away from the beach towards Troy’s loft apartment a few blocks away.

He had barely let Brad walk in before he felt the salty hot taste of Brad’s lips on his own. It stunned him really as he staggered back a bit against the closed door. The knob hit him in the back and he yelped out loud before realizing it. That didn’t seem to even stop Brad as he quickly ran his hand down Troy’s flat stomach till it reached the bulging groin. The fingers dug into the hard flesh and squeezed as the tongue did wide sweeping runs deep inside his mouth. His breath grew ragged as the sudden onslaught made him gasp for air. It was already more than he had hoped for as his own body reacted naturally to the sexual innuendo of his new found friend.

Brad certainly wasn’t bashful as he groped Troy’s package. He prodded the dangling balls and soon was ripping at the pants, pulling and tugging at them until finally Troy stepped back. He reached down and popped open the button and let gravity takes it course. Brad’s shorts were already down at his own ankles and the Speedo type shorts were stretched way out by the bulging dick inside. Troy felt the situation continue to leave his control as Brads tongue ruled inside his own mouth. His body shook as he felt the hands yanking at his own shorts, pulling them down so that his own blood thickened cock was exposed.

Without even batting an eye, Brad had him naked and ready to cum. The press of lips suddenly changed to hard pressing kisses that crushed his own lips, adding to the moment’s passion. His body trembled as it realized the lips were now eagerly devouring his own warm flesh, pressing and kissing first his chin then under the chin and finally down his throat. He struggled to stay standing as his body felt the warm caresses of Brad’s hands along his sides, grabbing at last his hips and reaching slowly around to curl deep into the soft pliable flesh of his buttocks.

He stood there shaking as finally the sweat coated hand wrapped itself around his pulsing dick. Then the warmth of Brad’s mouth was covering the hot head, devouring it as the lips tightened around the flesh, tasting and making it impossible for Troy to escape, as if he would want to.

The blow job hadn’t taken long as his own control had long since given in to Brad’s mouth and actions. It was without a doubt the best he had experienced. Brad didn’t seem to find it unpleasant either as he had stood up and for the rest of the day they had rolled around on the bed, screwing and exploring each other’s bodies as if it was their first sexual experiences. Nothing he had done before had prepared him for the wild drive of the blonde brown eyed surfer he had picked up.

Even now, watching as Brad coated his toned body with soap and let the shower’s spray caress where Troy’s own fingers had been a few moments ago still managed to keep him aroused. Christ he thought he was on Viagra or something the way Brad’s supple body had kept him aroused and horny. Still hours later, as Brad showered and he watched, he felt the lust waiting, wanting more and it surprised him with its intensity.

For a moment or two he contemplated stepping into the glass enclosed shower to join the 6 foot hunk but he hung back, not sure if he was welcome or not. Hell, he still felt like some virgin who had been with a working girl to show him the ropes, yet in his own right, Troy thought he was pretty experienced. Brad was simply more so.

As he held the hand wand of the shower, and let the spray trickle down his legs, Brad turned towards Troy. The deep smile on his face was almost as if he had been reading Troy’s mind. The lust inside wasn’t totally satisfied as he felt his well used cock stir again. Just the look seemed enough as he moved closer, hoping for some sign that his presence would be welcomed.

The quick turn showing those wonderfully shaped orbs of ass stopped him dead in his tracks. His own body ached as suddenly Brad turned around and leaned into the corner of the shower. His spray soaked skin glistening in the bathroom’s light, his cock looking so frigging inviting. It was a sign he couldn’t refuse.

Brad had himself wedged nicely into the corner of the shower. The glint in his brown eyes showed he wanted Troy as badly as Troy wanted him. As he moved forward to step into the shower, he felt the lust once more taking hold of him. He had no idea how much more he could handle, but fuck caution, this is what being 21 was all about for him. Brad might be 18 and know a thing or two, but now it would be Troy’s turn to take charge. The eager expression on Brad’s face, the water cascading down his body was enough of an inspiration for him as he stepped into the shower for more.

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Tyson stared at the blank piece of paper in front him, wondering what the fuck was he going to write. It wasn’t like he was Tolstoy or anything, besides the jack ass English moron made it a point to say it had to be only a thousand words tops, no less than six hundred. So no great American novel he supposed but still, what was he going to write?

Okay so the asswipe had given them the topic of detailing their latest romantic encounter which had everyone in the damn room giggling. Couple of cat calls too from the guys at the back of the classroom, but what was he going to write? Hell, could he even write about his last romantic encounter without being outed?

Sure he had sex and in fact had a super time with Jeremy, but that was just it. It was with Jeremy and not Jennifer or Jasmine or some other girl. It was with a guy and no way would old man Harkins find that entertaining. Though in all honesty Tyson did kind of suspect the old fart might be bent, but not like he wanted to find out either. Shit the guy was old, had to be at least 40 if he was a day.

So what would he write? If he wrote about the experience, of how Jeremy had shown up all dressed up, suit and tie and no sneakers, would Harkins freak or worse, make him read it out loud? God, he didn’t think of that prospect. The fuck did like to make people read their assignments, which was okay if you were nerdy Gene or Miss I Know The Answer Annabelle, but he also had people like Case read out loud too. Shit the notion that Case might find out about him was too frightening to think.

Trouble for Tyson was that he really had enjoyed his night out with Jeremy. The guy wasn’t exactly a raging Brad Pitt or Heath Ledger, but he was hot in his own special way. To begin with the guy had curly black hair that never was straight. Even after a shower, the hair seemed to naturally dry into those locks, and fast too.

Thinking of that gave Tyson a wicked little smile. It brought back that night rather vividly too. Least the sudden jerk of his cock seemed to enjoy the memory of it all. Fuck, so did he if he was honest. Jeremy was an ideal date in that he went to another school, so no way could they fuck up and out themselves with some stupid act or look in the hallways.

Also no way could they get into trouble after Gym either. Least this way no sudden hard-on’s to get the guys talking either. It was perfect really except for one thing, it also meant they didn’t get to see each other too often. That part really sucked which was why Tyson felt so elated when Jeremy showed up that night, all dressed up.

Christ he could see that wicked smile beaming at him as he had opened the door. The guy was definitely hot but more than that, he was nice. They had been friends for a bit and fooled around some but nothing ever serious until that night. Course he should have suspected something was up when Jeremy had casually suggested they go out. He just hadn’t connected that invite with the fact that it was Valentines day. Shows you where his head had been but fuck, what did anyone expect from a closet case?

Wasn’t like any of his straight friends even bothered all that much. Yet he wasn’t exactly one of the in guys in any of their cliques either. He was a loner for the most part which was okay, as it more or less kept him out of trouble. Though he wished it could be different he wasn’t stupid either. The closer he got to any of them, the higher the risk of being found out. That was something he didn’t want to face which was one more reason why he loved his friendship with Jeremy. It was safe.

Seeing Jeremy in a suit and tie made surprised him a bit. Even more so was his shock when Jeremy insisted he get gussied up too. Now that was fun, as Jeremy didn’t wait downstairs but had gone up to Tyson’s room with him. Rather hard to change when the guy kept smiling and checking him out. No way could he hide the boner he had either which didn’t seem to bother Jeremy. In fact, the son of a bitch had commented on it, wondering what he was thinking about. Like as if he didn’t know.

Still it had been kind of fun. He had thought about changing his underwear just to see what Jeremy would do but then he wasn’t the type who pushed. Besides, he kind of thought that later on they might fool around some and it was early. So he had changed and out they went where he had another surprise in store. Jeremy had somehow managed to get his Father’s car which wasn’t the staid old jalopy that Jeremy normally drove. Instead it was one of those new Tahoe trucks. Well okay more than just a truck but still it was a damn site more comfortable than Jeremy’s old beater.

He had no idea where they were going either until they pulled up at Luigi’s Italian restaurant. It was considered to be one of the places to get Italian and everyone it seemed wore a suit and tie there. Hell the waiter who greeted them at the door was in a bloody Tuxedo. That made him nervous actually as he rarely went to any place fancy. Their family wasn’t exactly what you would call diners. They were more of the Burger King or Denny’s type.

Looking at the paper he smiled a bit more, remembering how nervous he had felt as they were seated off to one side, away from everyone. It was dark too with only a candle providing them light. He couldn’t help but notice how Jeremy kept looking at him, smiling all the time. No doubt he had some wicked plan up his sleeve but Tyson just didn’t care. To be out, sitting next to Jeremy in some swank joint seemed, well, normal.

He hadn’t ever thought about it before but as they had talked about school and just enjoyed the quiet atmosphere while waiting for their food, it felt so right. It was a feeling he hadn’t really experienced either. When ever he had been out with another guy, there had always been a sense of caution. Yet here, it just seemed like all that was pushed away.

The dinner was good though he really didn’t remember much about the food. The waiter had simply shown up with stuff, first a salad then some pasta dish. Seemed Jeremy had arranged it all beforehand which made the whole experience even more romantic for him. Tyson simply forgot that he was with another guy, instead all he could think of was how good Jeremy looked, how sexy it made him feel to be treated this way. Course the lump in his crotch didn’t ease once through the entire meal. The little brush of Jeremy’s leg against his made sure of that.

Man would he be dead if he ever wrote about that. To think what the guys in the back would do knowing that Jeremy had given him a single flower, that was set in a small vase on the table. That every few seconds or two Jeremy’s hand would be under the table, lightly touching Tyson’s thigh, with a wicked little smile on both of their faces.

As much as he had enjoyed the dinner, it was afterwards that he remembered the most. The drive not home but out towards the lake. He still didn’t know the name of the town, but he sure new the Star Light Motel. How could he forget that place anytime soon? It was a nice little motel just outside some small town by the lake.

When they pulled in, and drove to the small isolated cabin set off just in front of a thicket of trees, Tyson had been duly impressed. Jeremy had already registered and had the key so no quizzical glances from the proprietor. Instead they just parked and went inside. Inside the room was nothing special with the one exception. A small little teddy bear was resting between the two pillows on the double bed. It had a small little red ribbon around its neck that made him giggle when he saw it.

That was when it all changed too, as he felt Jeremy’s hands on his shoulders, turning him around. The giggle ended as he saw the warmth in the dark green eyes of his date and he felt the desire too. The face looked at him and seemed to come closer as the eyelids closed. He watched awe struck as Jeremy leaned inwards, pulling Tyson closer.

The press of Jeremy’s body into his was amazing in itself, but when those thin pale lips pressed up against his mouth, it was like the heavens had opened up. The room seemed to have spun and flashes of lights made his eyes water as he felt the hot breath mingle with his own. It really was something to feel, and even now made his heart skip a beat or two.

Tyson stared down at the paper, noticing he had written down all that he had been feeling. He read it over and over again, knowing it would never be turned in. Still, it would be nice to show Jeremy when he next came over. He smiled as he pushed away from his desk and laid down on his bed. His eyes closed as he let himself once more go back to the Star Light Motel.

As that night in the room played over again in his mind, he felt saddened that he couldn’t share his romantic night out. No one would understand what it felt like, to have Jeremy take him that night, to be the first to ever take him fully. It still tingled when he thought about it and still hurt too. Yet as he lay there, he felt elated that at least it happened with someone who cared for him. It felt good too that it hadn’t happened in some back alley or in the backseat of an old jalopy.

That night had made him realize that being gay wasn’t something to be ashamed of either. It showed him that given a bit of luck, a bit of imagination, that romance could come. Shame they couldn’t walk down the street holding hands like the others, but one day.

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I had always considered myself straight without really thinking about it. I took a girl to the prom and later married her. We had a lot in common and eventually bought a house together and had 2 kids. Other married couples were our friends and we attended PTA meetings together. We had a pretty normal life, the kind of life that most people consider fulfilling.

But for some reason I had always felt that something was missing, although I wasn’t sure what. As my life with my wife and family grew more settled and comfortable, that feeling of something missing grew larger and larger until I could no longer ignore it. It nagged at me all the time. Finally I asked my wife for a divorce, and she and our boys took my moving out to find my own life pretty well. I got a job in the city as an accountant, got my own apartment, went to the gym and didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I was pretty sure it had to be more than this.

A few months after I moved into my apartment, a new guy moved in across the hall. He was young – maybe 19 years old – and I noticed him because he was always cheerful and friendly to everyone. Women found him cute with his slender athletic build, short brown hair and boyish smile. They flirted with him without really meaning anything and men seemed to like him, too. I liked him myself, even though he was around 11 years younger than I was, but I can’t say that I thought about him much at first. Sure, I noticed him coming and going. He was always going out in the evening to clubs, often with friends, and they were a happy and noisy bunch. They used to invite me, but I always said no, thanks.

Life went on. I dated a couple women at the office, but nothing serious happened. I saw my kids on the weekends and we went to the zoo, the beach, the park. I went to work, got a raise. Life went on, but nothing really changed much. Well, something had, but I didn’t know it yet. It started when the 19 year old across the hall – his name was Jason – invited me to coffee to talk. I wasn’t sure why, but I joined him and we had a nice couple hours telling each other about our jobs (he worked at the college he attended) and our interests. I realized it had been a long time since I had a single male friend, and we began to go to coffee once a week, just the two of us, and talk about our lives.

You have probably guessed where this was leading, but I didn’t see it coming. Remember, I considered myself straight without ever questioning it so I didn’t realize that I could find myself attracted to another man. But little by little, I was noticing Jason more and more and it was so comfortable for me that I didn’t catch it. Until one evening.

Jason came over and he was very upset. Since our relationship was casual, we had never seen each other in an extreme state, but I felt good that Jason had turned to me. He had had an argument with his father and they were no longer speaking. As he told me that, Jason broke down in tears and I put an arm around his shoulder to comfort him. He cried for a while, and I held him and it felt completely natural. After a while, he stopped crying and moved toward me.

For a long while, we just stood, my arms around him as he faced me with his face slightly touching the front of my shirt. I could feel the warmth of his body, could smell his aftershave and hear his soft breathing. I felt tenderness toward Jason, but I gradually realized I felt something else, too. I was horny. I wanted to get naked with this slender guy who lived next door. I wanted to feel him touch my cock and to feel his hard cock in my hand. I leaned over to kiss him only to find his face pointed upward toward mine already. Our lips met halfway.

It was quiet as we kissed. His mouth was warm and not too wet, his tongue pointed as it darted between my lips, tasting them. I pulled him closer and we embraced, my hands tracing his arms, back and neck as his hands gently held onto my arms and caressed them. It was probably only a couple minute but it felt a lot longer. I wasn’t sure what to do next but Jason solved that problem for me. He reached down and put his hand over my pants, on top of what was now my very hard cock, and he began to rub it through my pants. I heard myself gasp, but it was a gasp of pleasure. I found myself grinding against his palm, and it felt so good. I heard and felt my zipper as Jason pulled it down, reached in my pants and pulled out my dick. Then he moved down my body and then I felt his warm mouth as his lips wrapped around my shaft.

I had always thought I didn’t much care for oral sex, but I discovered within a minute that this was because no one who had sucked me had known how to give a really good blowjob. Jason did know, however. It was incredible! He let me thrust all the way inside his mouth and kept sucking no matter how deep I went. I had never had someone take the entire length of my prick in their mouths and let me fuck them with it, and the head of my cock was throbbing as it hit the back of his tight throat over and over. The only sound in the room was the sound of him slurping and sucking, and that excited me even more.

Somehow I managed to pull Jason up for air long enough to pull him into my bedroom and within seconds, he had gotten my pants off and was pulling down my shorts. My cock sprang to attention and Jason began to stroke it with one hand while he began unbuttoning his shirt with the other. His hand on my cock was pretty distracting but I helped him take off his shirt and got his pants open before we fell back onto the bed and he started to suck me again.

I reached down and found his cock. It was smaller than mine and very firm, and I stroked it very gently while Jason manipulated my own dick like he had done this many times before. I didn’t care. Each stroke made me thrust forward a little and I really wanted more somehow but I wasn’t sure how to ask or what to ask for. But he made my decision for me. He pulled off his pants and asked if I had any lube. I didn’t, but I did have some lotion and soon Jason was rubbing that on my member, making it even more sensitive than before.

I like to think I am a quick learner. Soon I had Jason on his back, his legs in the air as I slowly slid my cock into his ass. It was tight, hot and I wanted to explode right then and there. But I held back and slowly began to fuck him with long, gentle strokes. He moaned and pulled my hand to his cock and I began to rub it with the same rhythm I was fucking him with. When he started to move with me, I began to move faster. He loved every inch I was giving him and I found myself pounding his ass, my hips thrusting hard as I delivered my cock to him over and over in a piston-like motion.

Without a doubt this was the best sex of my life! I slammed Jason’s ass hard and fast, and he met every stroke eagerly. When he reached up to squeeze my nipples, I felt my balls tighten as I came closer to cumming. I kept fucking his tight ass, filling him as his tight puckered hole squeezed my dick. And then suddenly, I was orgasming. My cock spasmed again and again and I was out of control. I heard a voice and realized it was mine as I yelled ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming!’ as jets of jizz exploded deep into Jason’s ass. He started to shoot his load almost the second I did and his hole squeezed my hard meat. My orgasm was shattering and seemed to last forever and then we were both done and I lay back, exhausted. I put an arm around Jason, not thinking, just basking in the warm afterglow and the feeling of intense satisfaction.

Since that night Jason and I still have coffee and I’ve fucked him a few more times. I’m having the best sex of my life and it’s not just because of Jason – it’s me, too. I’m being cautious – after all, this is still new for me – but I feel like I’m being me for the first time and I love it!

He had become obsessed with me. The party was large and boisterous, and our eyes met across the room and he gave me a brilliant smile. A short time later, he sat down beside me with people swirling all around us and put his hand on my thigh and gave me that brilliant smile again. I tipped my glass to show I needed a refill and glided away from him, not wanting to make a scene. Not long after that, he trapped me in an alcove and kissed me on the lips and put a hand on my crotch. He managed to whisper ‘I want you; I want you now. I want to feel my cock inside you,’ before I broke away and put as much distance as I could between him and me. As soon as I could make my way to the door, I left, and walked back upstairs to my own apartment.

His obsession had disturbed me greatly. I’d been propositioned by men before, but never so blatantly or persistently.

I showered, opened the widow onto the terrace to take advantage of the breeze wafting across the top of the city, and lay down on my bed, naked. I was drowsy, a little drunk, and disturbed. I couldn’t get the man’s handsome face and brilliant smile out of my mind. What could he have seen in me to have formed such an obsession? I wasn’t that way; I didn’t go around advertising myself.

The breeze from the terrace caressed my body, and I found myself gliding one hand around my torso and pinching at my nipples, while slowly stroking my cock with the other hand. Hardening my cock and relaxing myself in my own way as I drifted off to sleep, as I often did on these breezy nights in the city.

I heard a sigh and moan and my eyes popped open. He was standing there in the moonlight from the open terrace door. He was naked, and he was beautiful. And he was fully aroused; the obsessed man from the party. His eyes were captured by the sight of my hand stroking up and down on my cock.

He came down on the bed below me and wrapped a hand around my engorged cock and covered the end of it with his mouth. He rotated my cock in his mouth while his tongue slid over and around the its helmet and sucked it with his tongue flicking the slit at the end of the helmet. Then he swallowed me down to the root and applied even pressure all up and down my cock. In shock, I let him do this to me. And when I recovered and put my hand down to his head to pull him away from me, he took my hands in his and slid them out to each side of the silken bedspread, while he started to pump my cock slowly with his mouth.

I don’t know why, but neither one of us spoke. I had been so close to sleep that I couldn’t be fully sure this wasn’t just a dream, just an extension of my masturbating myself to sleep after having encountered a man who claimed to want me, to want his cock inside me. A sensation I’d never had and that sent a chill of fear and anticipation through me.

He took my right hand in his and guided it to my cock. I felt powerless and just let him take the lead. He entwined his fingers in mine and then wrapped both hands around my cock, his hand guiding me in stroking myself. His eyes glittered as he watched me masturbating under his guidance. I sighed and arched my back, feeling so much more aroused than if I had been doing this solo. I or, rather, we brought my throbbing tool close to ejaculation, and when he let go of my hand, I was too near to climax to fight him for what he obviously wanted from me.

His mouth once more slid down over my cock. My hands went to entwine themselves in his beautiful blond hair, and his hands slid up my sides and buried themselves in my chest hair. He was rubbing and rolling my nipples when I shot off down his throat, in three strong and satisfying spasms.

He sucked me clean and then sent his lips and tongue on a journey up across my belly and my abs and onto my pecs and nipples and then into the hollow of my neck and, at last to my mouth. He enveloped me in his arms, there in the dark, the breeze caressing both of our bodies, and our dicks entwined between our bellies. Mine was soft but quickly reloading and his was hard as a rock and gigantic and pushing insistently up my belly, reaching for the cleft between my pecs.

I was struggling to get free, but he was too strong for me. We rolled in the bed, limbs and cocks entwined and dueling, until I was exhausted. He then turned me on my belly and kissed and tongued his way down from my shoulders to the small of my back. He pulled my butt cheeks apart with strong, wide hands, and his tongue and lips went to my tight virgin asshole. A hand snaked up between my thighs, and I rose my hips a bit while he rolled and gently squeezed and pulled on my balls. My cock was coming alive again, and he pulled that on through between my thighs and alternated kissing and tonguing my hole with kissing and tonguing the helmet on my cock.

His full attention went back to my asshole. His hands were kneading and rolling my butt cheeks, and I found I was grinding my cock into the bedspread, fucking the bedspread. His hands encased my pelvis and he helped me with the grinding. Then he was only helping me with one strong hand, which had had run between my legs and fanned out over my lower belly, using his elbow to help hold my pelvis up from the surface of the bedspread to help me stroke the underside of my cock along the silken cloth.

He started inserting fingers into my moistened and loosened hole. He managed to insert two fingers to where my sphincter muscle picked them up and drew the index finger to my prostate gland. When he’d rubbed across that a couple of times, I came again, for a second time and collapsed onto my belly. His fingers had maintained hold, however, and he continued to finger fuck me for several minutes, the big palm of his other hand firmly planted in the small of my back, symbolically asserting his control, his possession of me.

I don’t know why, but I just laid there, letting him have his way with me. He was dominating me in silence. Still neither of us had spoken.

He turned me on my left side, as he stretched his body up behind me. His left arm went under me and wrapped around and he cupped my right breast with his left hand. I raised my right arm over my head and my left hand lowered to languidly play with my recovering cock and my balls.

He rose up enough over me to give me a deep kiss and then he settled down below me, his pelvis nestled under my butt cheeks. His alarmingly long cock had pierced its way through my thighs and the head had come out under my balls. I managed to reach and fingered the helmet of his cock, working up precum and sliding it around on the sensitive knob, until he moaned and I could felt him quivering. He stroked my cock and cuddled my balls for a short while and then brought his fingers to mine on the head of his cock and helped me excite him there.

He sank his face into the hollow of my neck and found the throbbing carotid artery there and sucked and kissed at that, while he raised my right leg in the air and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. I moved to escape him and lurched a bit as the helmet went in up to its rim. I cried out then, the first time that the silence had been broken. He buried his left hand into my chest, holding me firmly there, and his teeth pressed firmly into the hollow of my neck, as he forced his cock in a good five inches. I jerked and shuddered as the helmet of his cock dragged across my prostate.

I was panting from the feeling of being stuffed and from the initial pain. He held there as the pain slowly subsided and whispered endearments in my ear. ‘Ah, it will be fine; the pain will go away. You’re so fine, such a beautiful body. I’ve been obsessed with you all evening. A nice tender, tight ass; I love the feeling of my cock up this sweet ass.’

When he felt me relaxing a bit, he pushed in another couple of inches and then started pumping me in short strokes, never coming back more than a couple of inches. He lowered my right leg down and back, which made my canal all that much tighter, and he spread his right hand across my belly.

He must have stroked me like this for a good ten minutes, whispering encouragement and voicing how much he loved being in my body all the while.

It was like I’d been hypnotized. I just lay there enveloped in his embrace, letting him do what no man had ever done to me before.

I thought that it was long past when he should have cum and left me, but his stamina was amazing and I wasn’t anywhere close to end of this ravishment. He had grown a couple of inches and now was at least seven and a half inches into me.

Before I knew it, he had pulled out of me, and I started to rise, thinking this was over, but he just laughed and slapped me on the butt, and rose from the end of the bed on his feet. He flipped me over on my belly and pulled my hips back to the end of the bed and entered my asshole with that big rod again. He had his hands on my hips and he just brought me back onto his skewer. He went in at least seven inches this time and then pushed to eight or more and deep stroked me. He stopped occasionally and rotated his cock around inside me, giving special attention to the walls of my canal.

After an eternity, he turned me again, this time onto my back and without losing purchase with his cock and he seemed to attain even more depth. He was churning around inside me nine inches or more deep, and I was holding him to me, seeking as much intimacy as I could get. His pelvis was riding up on my buttocks. We were belly to belly, heaving chest to heaving chest. His arms held me fast to the surface of the bed, his hands cupping my head, his mouth kissing me wherever it could reach. I held his chest close to me in my enveloping arms and had my legs tightly wrapped around the small of his back. My cock was being stroked between our bellies by the rocking and churning of his pelvis, and I came for the third time just before he shot his load deep inside me.

He slid both of us up onto the bed and collapsed on top of me, enveloping my body once more with his arms and searching from my mouth with his. When his mouth had dropped to the hollow of my neck, I looked over toward the terrace door and saw that dawn was near.

We slept, and when I awoke the day, was bright and full. I padded through the apartment to both the foyer and service doors and found that they both were still bolted from the inside. I looked out on the terrace, but knew even when I did so that my nineteenth-floor terrace connected with no other.

I lay back down on my bed and started to languidly masturbate while my mind searched for clues on how my obsessive lover got to me wondering now if I even could be quite sure that wishful thinking had been my lover in a drunken dream. I closed my eyes; arched my back; imagined a strong hand on mine, guiding the stroking of my throbbing cock; and gave a little cry of pleasure as release flowed up through me and fountained onto my belly and thighs.

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The sound was growing louder with each beat of his heart. He could feel it coming towards him, knowing it would soon envelope him and his home. Once again he felt the terror plucking at him as he heard the roaring sound thundering towards him. His body began to tremble as it came closer and closer. With his eyes tightly shut he waited, knowing without doubt that the end was approaching.

A single shrill piercing scream made him sit up as he opened his eyes to stare into the darkness. The room was still & empty as he heard the pounding of his heart. Sweat was rolling freely off his forehead and his body felt clammy as he tried to control his rapid breathing.

Slowly Peter felt his heart slow down, the gulping for air became less and the terror inside subsided somewhat. He sat upright feeling the air chilling his sweat soaked body and he knew that soon the shaking would start. It seemed to be the pattern these nights as he waited, pulling the single sheet up around his neck, his legs twitching now as he realized that the nightmare had once more overtaken him. It wasn’t getting less either like everyone told him it would but right now all he could think of was that night, that horror when everything he believed in seemed to simply vanish.

The chills made his body tremble now. He could feel himself shaking as he realized he had made it through another night and now the images began their endless repetition. There was the shaking of the walls, pictures flying off that had only recently been hung up. Bookcases long since fallen littered the floor as weird flashes of light illuminated the darkened room. Everything was out of place as the thunderous noise of the wind increased its howling in his ears.

Peter simply stared out at the room, seeing nothing but the horror of Mother Nature on a warpath, aimed at him. He shook now realizing how close death had been to him. It was as if he had held it’s hand briefly as he turned his head to stare at his shaking hands. They were wet & clammy from his fear but he couldn’t make it go away. It lingered and gnawed at him like a dog chewing on a bone.

The sound of the door opening made him turn his head. Peter stared at the open door, seeing the slender figure framed within it. The soft hallway night light casting an eerie glow around the figure which made him shake a bit more. The memories of that night still flashed around his mind but his eyes now locked on the worried face of the young 18 year old in the doorway. The beat of his heart was less painful as it recognized Sam standing there.

Sam: You okay? I uh…

Peter took a deep breath as he tried to control the shaking a bit so as to not freak out Sam anymore than he already was. It was strange, trying to put on this brave act when all he really wanted to do was scream out ‘No’ . He felt the unease as the silence hung over the room as he tried to find his voice, to find his nerve.

Peter: Yeah, sorry it was just a dream, I guess I uh…

Sam: That same one again?

He looked away from Sam, feeling the tightness in his throat. Everyone in the house seemed to know about his dream. Sometimes he was certain that when the others looked at him they were thinking of him as some sort of crazy person. Even Sheila looked at him funny in the morning, but he couldn’t help it. The dream wouldn’t leave him alone.

Peter: Uh huh

Sam: It isn’t going away is it?

Peter: No, doesn’t seem to

Sam walked further into the room, his eyes never leaving Peter’s face. For a second he thought he saw a strange glint in Sam’s face but he couldn’t be certain. All he could think of was trying to ease Sam out, so he could not pretend to be this strong person that he didn’t feel like. It was all an act but he couldn’t help himself, it was what everyone seemed to expect. Rarely did anyone mention the fear, the terror that held them in check or maybe it simply was that they weren’t cowards like him?

He watched as Sam came to stand by the side of the bed. Maybe in another time or mental space he would be excited by the presence of Sam. The guy certainly was worth more than a glance but that part of his life seemed long past. Peter felt nothing anymore and he feared the idea of returning to that life. Too many doubts existed for him though he knew it was still who he was.

His mind wanted to make sense of it all but all it could do was tell him that this shit happened which was no comfort. Things like this didn’t just happen or so he believed. Maybe those asswipes who called themselves religious were right, maybe it was indeed God’s punishment for his lifestyle though he found it hard to accept. It just didn’t make sense and the uncertainty of it all made the nightmares more painful for him. There wasn’t an answer or at least not one he had found yet.

Sam: Took me about a year or so…

Peter: Huh? You? I mean…

Sam: Uh huh, didn’t anyone tell you?

Peter: No, I never, I mean no one said a word, but I thought that…

Sam: That what?

Peter: I don’t know, I guess I just thought you were either Sheila’s or Barb’s

Sam: I wish, though I guess in a way I am now, just like maybe you are too.

It wasn’t what he said but at how Sam spoke that made him look up at the young man. The voice was soft, almost in a whisper and yet each word seemed to have more than just a simple meaning to it. He could feel the pain in each word but he also noticed the defiance in them too. A contradiction maybe but one that only made him sit up a bit straighter in the bed as he thought about it all.

Peter had always just assumed that Sam had been from either Sheila’s or Barb’s past life. Not for a second he thought that Sam was another survivor that had somehow found his way to these two women’s home. It seemed eerie to think that maybe in Sam there was someone who could understand his own pain, his own fears.

Peter: When, I mean how long ago?

Sam: How long? I dunno, at times it feels like just yesterday but I guess its going on to 4 years now.

Peter: 4 years? Shit that would mean you came here when you were 14, fuck.. what about your… I mean… uh…

Sam: My folks?

Peter: Yeah… sorry I shouldn’t have… I mean I guess they uh…

Sam: No they are fine, rebuilt the home too I hear.

Peter: What? Shit… but if they are okay, I mean, uh, why are you… sorry, guess I should just keep my mouth shut.. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh…

Sam: It’s okay, not sure which is worse, having gone thru the hurricane or them telling me not to come home. Kind of fucked either way, but then Sheila and Barb have more or less made it a bit easier to take.

Peter didn’t know what to say or even do. The idea that anyone would have to face not just the wrath of Mother Nature but then be rejected by your own parents? It didn’t make sense and he realized that for the first time since he had come here that the shaking had stopped. He no longer trembled from his own fear as he had listened to Sam talk.

Peter: Wanna tell me about it? I mean, if you want to, if not its okay, just that…

Sam: Not really much to tell.

He waited as Sam seemed to be looking at him but not. Peter recognized the look as it was one he constantly saw when he looked in the mirror. He just waited and eventually Sam lowered his head and then stared at peter for a second or two.

Without saying a word, Peter moved over a bit on the bed and waited. Sam stood there for a second or two then he leaned down and crawled under the open sheet that Peter held for him. Peter waited uncertain at what would happen next. His own thoughts were racing as he tried to fathom why anyone would not want their own kid back, why they would abandon him after something as horrible as a hurricane.

Sam seemed uncertain as he stared everywhere but at Peter. It was like he was trying to make up his mind as to what to say or not. Peter waited, knowing instinctively how difficult it had to be for Sam. He could feel the fear, almost smell it even as he lay there, next to Sam under the thin sheet. Finally he heard the soft voice begin to speak and he turned his head to see a small tear trickle down from the corner of one of Sam’s brown eyes.

Sam: They hadn’t wanted to leave, ya know? They figured it would be okay so like most around we boarded up and everything and just waited it all out. Course they hadn’t figured on the storm hitting us square on, and I guess, well I don’t know guess they didn’t understand that it wasn’t so much the wind that was a danger but the water it brought. Man it was freaky enough with the wind tearing at the joint, but it was the water that I remember the most. It stank Peter, a strange and weird smell I had never smelt and never want to again, but it won’t leave me, not even now.

Peter: Yeah, I know.

Sam: Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t, I mean you just came through this…

Peter: It’s okay, I can manage. Go on if you want.

Sam: You sure?

Peter: Yeah

He could feel Sam’s eyes peering at him but he couldn’t face him. The mere mention of the smell made him cringe, because it was a scent he didn’t think he’d ever forget. The dank odour still came to him almost constantly. It was a smell worse than death or maybe it was the smell of death? He didn’t know which but it was something he wished he would forget, knowing he never would.

Without realizing it, he had moved his hand under the covers and found Sam’s own hand. He could feel the fear as his fingers touched Sam’s and then clasped it in his own hand. The touch gave him a strange calm as he waited for Sam to start once again.

Sam: Guess it really never changes. We were forced to the roof and had to sit out there till this Coast Guard helicopter found us. It felt so unreal, I mean to sit on the roof of your house while all around you was dark stinking water. Stuff was floating around too, like broken trees, chairs and stuff. It felt so strange, sitting there wondering if anyone would ever find you or come for you. My folks were there, huddled together and things weren’t bad actually.

Sam: We had moved some stuff up into the attic, which made things not seem quite so bad. I mean we could see other’s on the block on their roofs & they had nothing. Guess we were lucky but there was no way for us to get to them, or them to us which was maybe the worse. Kind of hard to sit there, eating or drinking some water when the neighbour had nothing, but they never said a word, and neither did we. So when the copter came for us, well it felt good but I can remember, watching the face of our neighbours as the basket lifted me up to the copter. It didn’t feel right, sort of like maybe I should have waited, or refused to go but it wasn’t up to me, ya know?

He didn’t know what to say to Sam. It wasn’t the same for him as he couldn’t see anyone that night. It wasn’t like he even had time to figure out how to get onto the roof, it had all hit him so fast. Peter had barely managed to hang on to the floating cushion wondering if the water would soon cover him.

Sam: They put us in some shelter, we were at least together which I guess was better than many of the others in the shelter, and it was there that we met Barb. She had been one of the pilots that had rescued us. It isn’t easy to be thrown into a building with strangers but least you are alive, right? I mean my folks were bit put off but shit, we had survived and we knew the house was still standing, filled with water but it wasn’t totalled like others. Strange, but you sort of feel lucky, least I did.

Peter: Maybe just relieved, least that is how it was for me at first. Just relieved but that changes.

Sam: Yeah, it does but I figured we at least had a place to go back to. There was this guy next to us, he had lost it all. His place had caved in from the wind & they had picked him up hanging onto some tree limb. All he could do I guess but he had nothing left. His wife was missing but you could see it in his eyes, the way he looked that he blamed himself, that he knew she wasn’t going to be found.

Mentally he was thankful that at least he hadn’t lost anyone. He couldn’t imagine how he would have handled that, losing someone in such a way. It made his heart ache as he tightened his grip on Sam’s hand. Strange how the hand held onto him as well. It was, well like they were both using the other as a life preserver.

Sam: We stayed there for a few days before they told us that we could go back to our neighbourhood. They were letting some go home and I felt happy even though I had to stay behind while they went back to check on the place. Guess I didn’t really mind and besides, Barb had promised to take me up when things had cooled down a bit. Was kind of looking forward to that though I kind of thought she was just saying that to make me feel better.

Peter: She meant it I think.

Sam: Yeah, I know that now, hell if it wasn’t for her I guess I wouldn’t be here, or anywhere…

His voice had trailed off, making Peter feel suddenly very frightened for the 18 year next to him. He knew exactly what Sam meant by that and a chill went racing up through his body. He moved a bit closer and his own body touched Sam’s as he held his hand even tighter.

Sam: They came back two days later. The shelter was pretty well empty now but when they walked in I could see something was wrong. They looked so angry and when I went running towards them they just glared at me. I didn’t get it until I was about, I don’t know maybe 10 or so feet from them when my father started shouting at me. I didn’t understand at first but then the words made me stop moving. The whole place was silent except for my parents yelling at me, calling me a dirty fag, a stain on them.

Sam: They had found my gay magazines. Guess the water had gotten to them and strewn them in the house, but he held them in his hand, waving them at me shouting and cursing. My mother was just as angry too and well, I don’t know, suddenly I was being pulled away from them and I saw that Barb had hold of my hand and was taking me away from my parents. They didn’t stop screaming at me Peter, it was, I don’t know unreal and as Barb dragged me away, I saw my Father toss the magazines at me, shouting that he wished I had drowned in the flood, that because of me God had sent the hurricane. No one there said a word, it was all so silent as Barb stopped and turned to my father. She told him that God hadn’t sent the hurricane to get me or anyone else, but if he had sent the hurricane, it would be to get assholes like him.

Peter had noticed how tense Sam’s body had become. It was as if he was waiting for Peter to reject him, just like his parents had. God how could they do that? He didn’t understand it but all he could think about was how much Sam had gone through.

Impulsively or out of some unknown reflex he found himself reaching around to gather the lanky body of Sam into his own smaller frame. He held him against his body feeling the small tremors of pain that raced within Sam’s tortured soul. He could feel it and suddenly his own pain no longer seemed as hurtful. He might have faced death, might even have held briefly to death’s hand but he hadn’t had to face the rejection of his own parents like Sam had to. It wasn’t fair as he realized how lucky Sam had been that Barb had been there at that time.

Sam’s head rested briefly on his shoulder and he could feel the arms reach out and go around his own body. It felt rather comforting in its own way. Peter realized that Sam was no different than him, that he was as frightened about tomorrow as he was.

 Peter: How’d you get here? I mean…

Sam: I don’t know, I mean Barb took me off to some motel, where I spent the night. Then the next day, guess it was afternoon, she showed up, told me to get my stuff together. She told me that I was going out on a bus, that I wasn’t to worry as she had arranged for a friend of hers, Sheila, to meet the bus and take me to her home. I could stay there until this all got sorted. Been with Sheila ever since.

Peter: Your parents never, I mean they didn’t try to…

Sam: No, I don’t know what all went down, but Sheila and Barb have a paper that makes them my guardians. Guess Barb somehow got my parents to sign off on it. Thing is I didn’t care what happened back then, and well since, I guess I just don’t want to know. Besides I am 18 now so nothing my parents can do.

It wasn’t all that simple, least he was fairly certain it wasn’t but whatever had happened least Sam had a couple of people who obviously did care for him. He had naturally assumed that he was a son of one of them, the way both of them fussed over him and scolded him too. He felt a bit sad that he had intruded on that. It was clear to him that both Barb & Sheila cared a great deal for Sam and he felt a pang of jealousy.

Listening to Sam had taken away the shakes, and as he thought about it he realized that the room didn’t look quite so dark, so empty. Sitting there with Sam leaning on his shoulder made him feel alive or at least think about it a bit more. The terror still held him but feeling Sam’s flesh against his own made him feel different, feel more human than maybe even before the storm had come into his life.

Peter: Thanks Sam.

Sam: For what?

Peter: For telling me.

Sam: Wasn’t much to tell.

Peter: Yeah, there was… uh, why? Why did you tell me all that?

Sam: I dunno, guess I didn’t want you to think you were alone.

Peter: How did you know? I mean that I was…

Sam: I didn’t, I guessed, but I have heard you at night, and well, I just figured that it might help if you knew I had gone thru some of that too.

Peter: It does help, but you went through much more, how’d you get through it? I mean how did you put that behind you?

Sam: Shit I don’t know if I have even now, but I guess maybe it was how Sheila & Barb pushed me, making me go back to school and making this seem like a home. I don’t know Peter, I guess just time…

Peter: And you being gay, uh didn’t they… uh, didn’t they say anything about it?

Sam: We talked about it, a bit anyhow, but it makes no difference to them.

 The answer was enough though in the back of his mind he felt like maybe Sam was holding something back from him. Still it didn’t matter and he felt himself relax just a bit. He hadn’t talked about himself or told anyone really much about his life. It suited him for now though to know that at least he hadn’t winded up with a bunch of rednecks. He had seen enough of those back home and since.

Laying there with Sam he felt comfortable, at least the doubts where held in check and he could feel his hand running aimlessly thru Sam’s dark hair. His fingers played slightly with the strands of hair as his mind absorbed all that Sam had told him. Yet even as he felt the sense of peace he wondered if Sam knew about him? He hadn’t told anyone, not even Barb yet Sam had come out to him. Did he sense it or was he maybe testing him?

Peter: I don’t know if I can ever be that… I mean… you seem so at ease about all that happened to you… I don’t think I will ever…

Sam: You will, in time I suppose. I guess part of what helped me was knowing that Barb & Sheila cared about me, and well… no offence but you need to know that they care for you too, and well… so do I.

Peter: You do? Why?

The silence was awkward as he waited, unsure if he should have asked even. Maybe he had read Sam wrong, or maybe he was hoping for something that wasn’t there. He didn’t know as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to hurt him. His hand stopped caressing Sam’s hair as he waited, growing uncertain as to what might be happening.

Sam: Do you mean why do care what happens to you or why I am laying next to you wishing you’d keep on touching me?

Sam had sat up now and rested on one elbow. Peter’s hand had slipped down between them and he stared up at Sam’s face. He could see the eyes boring into his own as the guy waited for his response. Panic touched him because he hadn’t really thought about Sam that way and yet maybe subconsciously he had? Confusion was taking hold as he struggled to find the right words, knowing that maybe there really was hope, that perhaps the future wasn’t as bleak as he had been thinking?

Peter: Sam I don’t know what to say…

Sam: That’s okay, guess that answers me…

Peter: NO! No it doesn’t Sam.. shit I don’t know how to… I am not like you…

Sam: That’s okay Peter, really it is…

Peter: No not that, shit… look, I didn’t mean I am not gay… okay? I am… it is just that I am not… I am not as open with who I am or how to say the things like you… I am scared.

Sam: Scared? Of what? Me?

Peter: No, not you. I just… I haven’t talked to anyone about me, not like you just did, I guess I am afraid you won’t still… won’t like me like you do now.

Sam: You like me? I mean that way…

Peter: Fuck Yes… yes I do Sam… hell I just haven’t gotten past… all that happened just sort of, well I guess you’d say I am gun shy.

Sam: But you were rescued… doesn’t that…

Peter: Not that… though I guess that’s part of it, or maybe I am letting it be part of it. No, I mean all that happened before. I never really told anyone about it.

Sam: Why not? Is it, uh… I mean is it that bad?

Peter: I don’t know, not really I suppose. Hell sure isn’t as bad as what you had to go through, that’s for sure. And I don’t mean that in how it sounds either, I guess I just never had anyone who wanted to hear about that stuff.

Sam: I do

Peter didn’t have to look at Sam to know that he meant it. In some ways it was what he had hoped Sam would say but hearing the words now made him nervous. He would have to say something but what could he say? It wasn’t like he had been beaten as a kid or even taunted.

His parents had died in a car crash when he was just a kid. His Uncle had taken him in and been good to him as if he was his own. Hell when he had turned 16 his Uncle had bought him a small beater car and he had known too.

It wasn’t like they had talked about it, but Peter knew his Uncle had known about him. He didn’t fuss about him dating or even try to suggest girls for him to date. Hell he even left out brochures on the coffee table about gay things, like AIDS prevention & such. There were always condoms & Vaseline in his bathroom’s medicine chest from when he was 15 or so.

His Uncle had even left him little hints too. Like the phone number of the free clinic that did HIV testing. Notes telling him to check out certain websites that dealt with Gay Teens and no, not the porno sites, but the one’s where gay teens met and shared. They just never said the words which now made him feel sad.

It wasn’t anything like what Sam had endured but for some reason he felt ashamed of himself. He couldn’t put it into words even and when his Uncle had died suddenly from Cancer there was no one left for him. With what little he had, he had come to the Big Easy to start a new life. Music had always interested him and he just couldn’t stay back in Atlanta with all the memories.

Going to visit his parents grave was hard enough, but to have to visit his Uncle’s grave was just too much for him. His Uncle had left him everything in a trust which wasn’t huge, but enough. He supposed that maybe he wasn’t as bad off as he had been thinking, but he felt so alone, until now. But how did he tell all that to Sam?

Peter: I don’t want to be alone Sam… I just…

It was like Sam had been waiting for just those words. Before Peter could even say more he felt Sam leaning further into his body and reaching to bring him into his own body. He felt the warmth of Sam’s bare chest against his own and then the touch of trembling lips on his mouth.

Jolts of electricity seemed to suddenly run through his whole body as he felt the sweet taste of Sam’s lips on his. His lips parted and the hard raspy edge of Sam’s tongue darted inside to flick and tickle inside Peter’s mouth. It all overwhelmed him as his own hands flew around the slender 18 year olds body. He pulled him in to his own chest, feeling the excitement inside begin to well up.

They drank deeply of each other for what seemed eternity and yet not long enough. As they finally let their ardour cool a bit and sat apart from each other, Peter felt the growing lump between his groin, and he knew that his nightmares were soon to be banished from his memory.

Peter knew as the welling up of his penis became a roaring ache in his mind that Sam’s own torment, own pain would soon also be eased and erased from his conscious memory. It was more than he had thought possible when that light had first flickered around his flooding home so many weeks past.

It had taken him minutes to realize that help had come to him in the dark of the night. It had taken him all this time to realize that nature was nature, not some divine force sent to punish him or eradicate him but was, just nature.

The ache in his body reached in to his very soul as he felt Sam’s hand gently pulling at his boxer shorts, gradually easing them down his trembling legs. No more did he shake from terror but he felt his legs quake from anticipation, from hope of what was about to come to him. At last he felt alive, for maybe the very first time since his parents had suddenly stopped coming home to him.

He lifted his hips upwards as Sam pulled the shorts down and off his legs. Peter lay there as Sam squirmed and pushed his own shorts off and tossed them off to land somewhere out of sight. His eyes glazed over as tears begun to form at the corners, giving him a cloudy look at Sam’s face as it hovered near his.

There was a hungry look in Sam’s eyes as they locked with his. He could feel the desire delving deep into his body as he stared back with the same intense need. His body grew rigid as he licked the edge of his lips, urging Sam to come down to him & he wasn’t afraid anymore as Sam’s mouth crushed down on his. The press of lips only heightened the desire between them as this time his tongue flew outwards, pushing aside Sam’s mouth so it could explore all that was there.

He reached and dug his fingers into the soft warm flesh of Sam’s body and brought him down hard onto his naked body. He felt the hard press of Sam’s cock into his belly, his own pole sliding between the legs and under the full taut balls. He could feel them brush past his blood gorged pole but all he could think of was the joy that begun to fill his body.

Peter felt the sticky ooze of pre cum smearing across his belly as Sam lay on top of him. Their bodies became entwined in a passionate embrace that made them both tremble. The heat was unbearable as rivers of sweat poured through every crevice and furrow of their skin. It only added to their desire as they moved together now, holding and touching each other in ways both had longed for.

The kisses and the union of their spirits made them both groan loudly into the room. It was like together they were chasing away all that had happened. All of the pain, the memories of rejection of sorrow were being swept away by their cries of desire for each other. Their bodies grew taut, as they felt the passion embracing them in its powerful arms.

Neither would yield and as they held each other, the power of their passion exploded from both of them. They could feel the hot splashes erupting between them and all they could do was hold tightly to each other. The shaking of their bodies was immense as they felt the release of their bodies and yet it was more than that. Peter could feel it deep in his soul and in Sam’s too as their bodies continued to unburden itself of their milk and oh so much more. It was like being reborn in a way that no one could understand who hadn’t gone where they had.

Nature may have brought about horrors and intense pain but it had also brought them together for just this moment. The gradual easing of their bodies didn’t alter their passion as they clung to each other, rolling slightly to & fro on the bed. The sound of their joy still echoed in the room that suddenly seemed bathed in light even though dawn was still a long ways off. They had beaten back the darkness within their hearts. For one it had rested there for years and the other only for a short time but now it fled from them, no longer welcome as their passion continued to embrace them both.

Sam felt the light that you couldn’t see with your eyes, as did Peter. Together they slowly let the ardour cool as they knew that they had more than just this night, that they had an eternity to be together. It happened, they couldn’t explain it if pressed but in that one night, they had come together as they had been meant to. It had taken two hurricanes, a length passage of time, and one Coast Guard pilot, but at last they were as they were meant to be, together as one.

Sheila closed the door to Peter’s room without them even knowing she had been there. Quietly she walked out to the back, and stared up at the stars overhead. A thin smile crossed her face as she stared off into the sky, knowing that far away, a white with orange coloured stripes helicopter was moving around, plucking more people from the grips of hell on earth. A prayer from deep within her heart leapt outwards as she closed the patio door and went back to her empty bedroom.

Keep em coming Barb was all she could say as she lay down on the bed, satisfied that despite the fears, despite the pain she knew would eventually come if anyone found out about her and Barb, that life had a way of working out, somewhere, somehow. Sleep came to her even as she could hear the muted sounds of love being made in the room down the hall.

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Brandon had told me that if I wasn’t going to move to a new, all-the-way level with him, he was going to a gay bar and would bring someone back to the dorm with him. He said he couldn’t take the frustration any longer. I thought he had been joking, that he was as scared about this as I was. But there they were, entering the door from the street and moving toward Brandon’s room at the other end of the suite in the middle of the night, having awakened me from a light sleep when Brandon’s friend knocked over a lamp and exclaimed a four-letter word.

I had only been dozing, because I had been aroused by Brandon’s plan, even though I hadn’t really believed he was going to go through with it, and I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off my own cock and couldn’t go to sleep when I was that hard. I wasn’t any less frustrated at the nonmovement in our relationship than Brandon was. If he had been here, we would have just jacked off together, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do certain things yet. I was more of a watcher than a doer still.

I thus was quickly out of my bed at the sound of their arrival, and when I’d opened my door a crack and peeked out, I could see that Brandon had brought back a four-letter-word kind of guy. He was decked out in black leather vest over a tight black muscle shirt and black jeans, shredded at the knees and also tight on well-muscled legs. He had a square-jawed face, covered in a couple of day’s growth of black stubble. His hair was long and tied off in a ponytail, and I wouldn’t have doubted a claim that he was a gang banger straight off his motorcycle.

Brandon’s friend had almost fallen when he’d run into the lamp, and when Brandon instinctively put out his arms to keep his friend from going down, the friend came up hugging Brandon tight. He was kissing Brandon on the lips and arching him over backward in a possessive stance.

When he broke away from this, I could hear Brandon whisper that they needed to wait until they got in his room, because he didn’t want to wake any of his suite mates. And then they were out of my sight and down the hall toward where Brandon’s room was.

My dick went hard and I thought I was going to hyperventilate. Brandon had done it. He had said he was so horny for a guy that he was going to go out and pick one up, and he’d done it. I’d thought that was all talk.

I scurried down the hall as quietly as I could and came up real close to Brandon’s door. He hadn’t gotten the door shut tight, and I pushed it open a smidgen, giving me a full view of the bed in the glaring light of the overhead bulb.

They were both sitting on the opposite side of the bed from me, next to and close to each other. Their shirts were already off, and Brandon’s friend had Brandon’s smooth, cut torso arched back, with one arm wrapped under Brandon’s shoulder blades. The guy’s lips were already on Brandon’s nipples, and I could tell from the angle of the guy’s other arm that he had a hand on Brandon’s basket. The expression on Brandon’s face told me a lot. I could see apprehension and a little fear, but an overwhelming helping of desire and excitement that were overpowering the other two emotions.

Brandon’s friend came up for air from nibbling at Brandon’s nipples and loosened the hold of the arm around Brandon’s back, permitting Brandon to slowly lower himself on the bed. The friend’s torso was turned toward me now, and I could see it clearly. Where Brandon was the blond, smooth-bodied college jock, his visitor was a dark, hirsute gypsy lithe and sinewy, with a hairy chest and arms, and a look of danger about him. This impression was only enhanced by the two silver rings in his nipples, the stud in one ear, and the crown-of-thorns tattoos around both bulging biceps. Even the expression on his face contrasted perfectly with Brandon’s hesitancy and indecision at this point. Full confidence; full control. He conveyed that he knew exactly what he wanted and that he was going to get it.

He placed his thumbs under Brandon’s pecs and his fingers around his sides and pushed the blond’s body up until it was fully on the bed. And then he came down, full length, on top of Brandon, pecs to pecs, belly to belly, and basket to basket. They were only in their jeans now. They had removed both their shoes and their socks. They kissed deeply, and then the gypsy put his arms on Brandon’s upper arms, pinning him to the bed, and raised his chest up, putting the weight of his body on his hips and pelvis. He proceeded to grind his basket into Brandon’s while he possessed Brandon’s eyes with his own, focusing Brandon on what was happening, forcing Brandon to acknowledge what was going to happen, no matter what simpler, less dangerous ideas Brandon might have had when he brought the man back to the dorm with him. The gypsy reached around and undid his ponytail, and long, silky black hair cascaded down to his shoulders.

Uncertainty and a bit of fear were fighting the lust in Brandon’s eyes and slowly losing the battle. The gypsy had his knees between Brandon’s legs, and Brandon slowly opened his stance and then, in resignation, brought his legs around and placed the backs of his calves over those of his new-found friend. The gypsy raised up on his knees then and unbuckled Brandon’s jeans, pulled the zipper down, fanned out the two sides of the material, pushed the band on his briefs down to below his balls, and brought out Brandon’s rod. Brandon had a very nice dick, rather thin, but of good length. I had admired it often when we were showering. I instinctively pushed my sleeping shorts down to below my own respectable cock, and lightly fingered what had already hardened nicely.

Then I almost audibly gasped when the gypsy proceeded to undo his own belt buckle, unzip himself, and fan out the waist of his jeans. He hadn’t been wearing anything under the jeans, and his cock was mammoth both long and thick, truly horse hung. The bulb of his dick was a dark red and bulbous, and a silver ring piercing it caught the light of the overhead fixture. I could feel my own cock beginning to form precum.

The gypsy came down onto Brandon again and mashed his pelvis into Brandon’s, introducing the cocks to each other. Brandon’s hands had gone to the slats of the headboard above him, and I could see the whiteness of his knuckles as he held onto the iron rods. The muscles of his arms were bulging under the strain, as the gypsy ground his hot cock into Brandon’s pubes. The gypsy was holding Brandon firmly by the wrists with his hands, and he had his lips and teeth buried in the hollow of Brandon’s neck. Brandon’s back was slightly arched back, and his head was arched back at even a greater angle. His eyes were wildly searching the ceiling, as if he was on the brink of trying to bolt from the room.

But there was no bolting. The gypsy was firmly in control, both physically and psychologically. He was the older of the two by a good ten years, but there appeared to be limitless strength in his body, and he had the manner of a man who knew exactly how to get what he wanted. Brandon was a soft, spoiled college student in comparison, no matter how well built he was. He was probably thinking now that this obsessive lark of his hadn’t been such a great idea, but the two were well beyond just calling it a night and going their separate ways.

The gypsy was so fast in stripping them both of the rest of their clothes, that I hardly noticed it had been done. My attention was arrested by that blunderbuss of a cock swinging between the gypsy’s legs as he rose up over Brandon. I’d certainly never seen anything this formidable in the dorm shower room. The first I noticed, he was up with his knees on either side of Brandon’s pecs, and, while still holding Brandon’s wrists at the headboard slats, he was forcing his cock between Brandon’s lips and pumping his face slowly. I was getting all of this in a side view, and I couldn’t help but start stroking my own cock as the gypsy’s eight or nine inches started working their way down Brandon’s throat.

Brandon’s knuckles were even whiter than before from the pressure on the iron rods of his headboard, and I saw his knees come up and his heels dig into the bedspread under the strain. The muscles of his calves and thighs were popping out, and I could hear him moaning and groaning and gagging under the assault. I tried to see his eyes, but he had them shut tight.

I could almost hear the audible sigh of relief from across the room, as the gypsy pulled out of Brandon’s mouth and turned him around until he was laying across the width of the bed on his back, with his butt cheeks at the edge of the bed.

The gypsy was giving Brandon head now. Although I was watching from the angle of the top of Brandon’s head, I was standing at the door and looking slightly down on the tableau on the bed, so I could look down Brandon’s trembling torso and see the gypsy’s head bobbing above his pelvis. The gypsy was running one hand up to Brandon’s nipples and then down fanning out over his flat, pulsating belly. And the other hand was between Brandon’s thighs somewhere, probably doing something lustful with Brandon’s balls.

Brandon had his head arched back between his arms, which were bent at the elbows close to each side of his head, with his hands bunching up the bedspread above and to the sides of his head. I could tell by the rhythmic bunching of Brandon’s fists in the bedspread and the bouncing of his hips that the gypsy was stroking him deeply and fully with his mouth. He was probably an expert at this. I found myself matching the rhythm with the stroking of my own cock, and I was beginning to begrudge Brandon his adventure. He had such a look of pleasure and abandon in his eyes that I envied him that. We had talked about the pleasure of getting good head, and even had done some fumbling experimentation with each other, but I could tell from the expression on Brandon’s face that we had never even come close to the real thing

I realized then that Brandon could see me. His eyes were piercing mine. I could almost tell that he was trying to convey that this could be us that it might very well be us on another night, if I could suspend my inhibitions as he now had. My cock gave a lurch, and I moved my free hand up and glided up my taut stomach and pecs and squeezed my nipples. I returned his look of expectation and desire as best I could, sealing the unspoken agreement. He seemed almost to be telling me that this whole episode had been constructed to bring me out fully, to make me acknowledge that I wanted him and was willing to go the distance. I lifted my cock and pointed it at him, and he gave me a kissing gesture with his mouth. The agreement was ratified.

I now could see Brandon’s cock bouncing on his belly. The gypsy had moved on and down with his lips. Brandon sighed and then moaned and then gave little yipping sounds and beat his fists against the bed in ecstasy as the gypsy expertly worked his asshole with his lips and tongue. Brandon raised his legs and then pulled them down onto his chest with his hands under his knees, giving the gypsy the deepest, widest possible access to his ass. All the time, Brandon was holding my eyes in his, conveying the deepest sense of pleasure and desire that he could across the room to me.

With a little cry, Brandon unfolded his legs wide, dug his heels into the edge of the bed. He then wrapped both of his hands around his long, engorged cock and stroked himself to ejaculation. I found that I had been stroking myself along with him, and we shot off together. I had cried out myself upon release, but the gypsy showed no sign of having heard me.

This might have been because he was changing position now. I saw the look of elation on Brandon’s face at the prodigious release of his cum up his belly change almost instantly to surprise, pain, and fear upon the realization that his new-found master had come up and had his bludgeon at Brandon’s back door. There was little warning and no mercy as the gypsy pushed his humongous cock into Brandon’s ass. Brandon first arched back, his heels scrabbling for purchase at the edge of the bed, and showed me a face of deeply wounded pain, his mouth open in a big ‘O’ that somehow couldn’t muster a sound, and his eyes rolling back into his head so that about all I could see were the whites. He was clawing at the air with his hands at first. Then he raised his shoulders, and reached for the gypsy, trying to put an end to the relentless plowing up his ass canal. But the gypsy just laughed and pushed Brandon down onto his back on the bed with strong hand in the sternum.

Brandon’s hips were briefly rolled up and the gypsy came up onto the edge of the bed with his knees, and I now could see the impossible thickness of his cock buried under Brandon’s balls. He was fucking down into Brandon now, with a good four inches of dark cock root still showing against the paleness of Brandon’s thighs. I held my breath and pulled at my own, reawakening cock, as I watched those last four, thick inches bury themselves in my classmate. Then the gypsy emitted an evil laugh. The cock came out almost the whole way, and, as Brandon cried out, it slowly started to disappear inside him once more.

The gypsy came back off the bed and onto his feet between Brandon’s legs, and the horse-hung cock continued its second, less hampered journey to the center of Brandon, during which Brandon writhed under the gypsy’s hand and gulped and gasped for air. Then I could see from my vantage point black silky pubic hair meeting and mingling with the blond down on Brandon’s balls again, and the world held still. Brandon’s gulping turned to panting and then to just quiet moaning, as his body slowly decreased its trembling and twitching and he accommodated himself to having been so thickly and deeply skewered.

After a short while, the gypsy removed his hand from Brandon’s chest and took Brandon’s legs in his hands at the ankles and spread-eagled them up and out. I saw the gypsy’s hips go into a slight in and out stroking motion. He looked down into Brandon’s face and gave him a big, appreciative smile. I couldn’t see that Brandon was smiling back, but I could see that the tension had gone out of his body, and his own hips were moving slightly now, in rhythm with the man who was fucking him, the stranger who he had brought back to the dorm, the mysterious gypsy who now had eight or nine inches of pulsating cock up Brandon’s undulating ass canal.

I could feel the strain going out of my body now too. I had seen the unknown and it could be conquered. If Brandon could adjust to eight or nine thick, horse-hung inches, I surely could manage Brandon, and he me. Brandon had arched his head back and he was watching me again, his eyes glued to my face, telling me that it was all right; that the pain had been worth the pleasure.

And then his eyes took on a look of pure ecstasy, as the gypsy started pumping him fast and deep. He was rotating his hips as he pumped and his undulating torso was glistening with sweat in the overhead light. I found his hairiness, with the silver nipple rings and bicep tattoos mesmerizing in their exotic dance of lust. His head was moving, and his hair was flipping around in the air. Brandon’s hips were meeting his gyrations, and the younger man’s legs were now propped on the older man’s shoulders and their arms were entwined with the firm grips of their fingers on each other’s elbows. They were one now, one pulsating, pumping, fucking machine. One part blond, smooth and all-American; one part dark, hairy, and mysterious but both united as one, at the pelvis, exchanging pleasure, moans, sighs, and body fluids.

I thought the dance had gone on longer than it actually had. They had stopped before I noticed it, with no sign of the gypsy’s release. And they were both looking up, at the door, at me, suspended in time. Waiting for me to realize that there were three of us in this, not just two. Brandon wasn’t the only one who had seen me in the shadows just beyond the door.

I have no idea when the gypsy had realized that I was there. But it had been long enough for him to decide what he wanted to do about that.

Through the fog of discovery, I heard him mutter, ‘Next.’ And before I knew what was happening, he had me over at the bed, bent over, my legs spread wide, and that big juicy cock of his was probing beyond my protesting sphincter and then, with a bursting of the dam inside me, being pulled in by my undulating ass muscles and making its journey up my ass canal from behind. He had his fingers digging into my nipples, and his cold, nipple rings were sliding around on my shoulder blades. I was writhing and struggling, my fists buried in the bedspread and mounding that up just as I had seen Brandon do under the same circumstances. I had my mouth open to scream, but as with Brandon, my lungs were in shock and I couldn’t form the sounds.

Brandon came to my rescue then. He had his knees under me, at my belly. He helped me stretch my arms around him and cup his butt cheeks in my hands for leverage and for some place to put them, and he was gently pushing his rehardened dick between my lips, giving me something pleasant to concentrate on while the gypsy stretched and plowed me deeply from behind, giving me that education I could use for the rest of the semester with Brandon.

The two of them found each other above me with their lips, and I heard Brandon whisper a thank you to the masterful stranger. It occurred to me then that this had all been Brandon’s plan, all of it, from the start.

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I was an impressionable young guy and prone to fantasies I couldn’t shake. And, like any teenager, I was raging with hormones. One such fantasy was Mr. Walker, who lived down the block from us. He was a former Marine in his thirties, who worked hard to keep himself in tip-top shape. He was a runner, and I’d frequently see him running around our neighborhood, wearing no more than skimpy shorts and running shoes without socks. He wasn’t muscle bound by any stretch of the imagination, but he was finely built and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His buzz cut and exercise regime screamed that once a Marine, always a Marine.

The first thing that started me to fantasizing about Mr. Walker was his wife. She was a cute little blonde thing who always looked so satisfied with herself and who popped out a baby every twelve or thirteen months or so. In my adolescent mind, this suggested to me that every minute Mr. Walker wasn’t out running, he and Mrs. Walker were in their bed ‘doing it.’ The mere image of that turned me on. As I said, I was suffering from raging hormones then, and I found myself fantasizing about being in bed with the Walkers for several weeks about being in bed with Mrs. Walker, and then for a while with both of them, and finally, distressingly, I fixated on being in bed with just Mr. Walker.

The Walkers belonged to the same community club my family did, and in the summer of my sixteenth year, I found myself at the pool the same afternoon the Walker clan was there. Mr. Walker looked mighty fine poolside in that Speedo of his. He was in the shower of the men’s locker room soaping himself up when I entered the shower after my swim. A lump went to my throat. His body was magnificent all sinew and muscle in motion and rolling veins lacing his body, having been pushed to the surface by his muscle and lack of any fat in which to hide. My eyes went directly to his dick, which was the biggest and thickest I’d ever seen as it plunged out of a clump of red hair at his groin. I hadn’t thought of Mr. Walker as a red head; his buzz cut was just too short to tell from that, and the rest of his body appeared smooth and hairless from a distance. I could see now, when he was soaping himself all over, that he had tufts of red hair at his pits as well. My own cock came to quick attention at what I was seeing.

Mr. Walker obviously saw me staring at his package as well as what my own was doing in response.

‘Hey, you’re the kid living up the block from us, aren’t you?’ he asked in a pleasant tone, not bothering to stop soaping around his dangling dick.

‘Yeah,’ I managed to burble out. ‘I see you running in the neighborhood sometimes.’

‘Well, how old are you, kid?’ he asked straight out.

I told him.

‘When’s your birthday?’ he then asked, which seemed a strange question at the time.

I told him that too.

‘Well, on your eighteenth birthday, we’ll meet again,’ he said. ‘Until then, keep yourself clean, ya hear? And you could stand to do some running of your own.’ With that, he rinsed off and left me and my boner alone in the locker room shower.

I started running after that, but I never stopped fantasizing about Mr. Walker.

On my seventeenth birthday, I was out running a woodland trail. I’d gotten myself in great shape with my running, and I was grateful for that little nudge Mr. Walker had given me a year earlier. I was doing real well on the cross-country team now.

As I was steaming down the trail, I heard another runner coming up behind, someone, incredibly, who was opening it up a lot faster than I was. When he came up level to me, I saw that it was Mr. Walker in his skimpy shorts and sockless running shoes.

‘How’s it going, Sport?’ he called out to me in a voice that showed no signs of breathlessness. ‘Happy birthday. Today is your birthday, isn’t it? I remembered right, didn’t I?’

Besides being breathless from the exertion of running myself, what he was saying having kept track of my birthday like this just from a chance encounter at the swimming pool bowled me over so that the most I could do was mumble an affirmation that today, indeed, was my seventeenth birthday.

‘I see you took my advice on running,’ he said with a grin. ‘Lookin’ good, Sport. See you on your eighteenth. Keep clean.’ And then he was off in front of me, leaving me in his dust as if I weren’t even flat out running myself.

This encounter didn’t cut down on my fantasy time about Mr. Walker for the next year.

It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was moving up the walk to my house after school, when a big SUV with smoked windows stopped beside me and the passenger window rolled down. I came over and looked inside. It was Mr. Walker. He was wearing a loose, long-sleeved shirt, worn blue jeans, and shiny black boots.

‘Happy birthday, Sport,’ he said with a big grin. ‘Climb in.’

I opened the door and climbed in. As the door shut, he rolled up my window. We were alone now, in his big SUV with the smoked window.

Without fanfare, he took my right hand by the wrist and brought it around and laid it on his basket. I could feel him hard and massive through the worn material of the blue jeans.

‘This can be your eighteenth birthday present, Sport, if you still want it,’ he said in a husky voice. ‘You wanted it two years ago. Do you still want it, Sport? I won’t go any further unless you want it.’

‘Yes, oh yes,’ I managed to say once the frog had been cleared from my throat. He’d remembered. I knew I should say no and just get out of the car and bury myself in a safe, normal life. But this had been my fantasy for years.

‘Well, then, let’s take a little ride. Buckle yourself up, but you don’t have to take your hand back, if you don’t want to. Here, let’s give it some air.’ He pushed my hand to the top of his thigh and worked his zipper down. Then he went back to putting the SUV into gear and driving away from the curb. I worked my hand into the gap in his pants, not believing I was even doing this, imaging it was happening to someone I was watching from across the room, and his big plump dick just popped out of his pants. I gently ran my hand up and down and around it as we drove into the countryside. It had this large, popping vein running up the underside. It got impossibly large and hard as we drove along, and I was smearing some precum around the knob of the head when we pulled up to a small cabin in the woods, well off the main road.

Mr. Walker was actually breathing pretty hard when he came around to my side of the SUV, pulled me out with a strong hand on my wrist, and guided me to the door of the cabin. I was wondering if he had been fantasizing about me that past two years as much as I had been fantasizing about him. He certainly had made a point of knowing exactly when we could do something about it.

He unlocked and pushed open the door to the cabin, but then he turned and looked hard into my eyes.

‘Last chance, son. We can go back now if you’re scared. I like to do this kind of special like. This probably won’t be like anything you’d imagined it to be. Birthdays should be memorable, I think.’

I just set my jaw and moved closer to the door. He got the message, and spoke again, in a softer voice.

‘I can see you’ve kept up with the running as I suggested, Sport. But did you keep clean too? You do understand what I mean by that, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I answered faltingly, trying to keep my eyes connected with him. ‘I mean yes to both. I understand, and I’ve kept clean.’

‘Good,’ he said with a satisfied tone. ‘It’s better, it feels better, if cleanliness can be assumed if nothing has to get between skin and skin.’ While I contemplated if I’d really understood what he meant, he put the palm of a hand in the small of my back and guided me to a door. He opened this, and we were descending stairs to a basement. The door at the bottom of the stairs was locked, but he unlocked this and pushed me into a small, square room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a stark white, and in the very center of the room, prominently located, was a black leather sling suspended from overhead beams by strong chains. Half way up each chain was a black leather cuff, now open, padded on the inside.

I just stood and stared at this. Something inside me was stirring. This was beyond my fantasy, but I found that it was turning me on. I heard the door close behind me and the key turn in the lock, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off that black leather sling. When, at last, I was able to do so, I turned and my eyes popped open.

Mr. Walker had taken off his shirt and jeans and stood before me, nearly naked. He was still wearing the black boots that came up above his bulging calf muscles, but, beyond that, all he was wearing was a black leather harness criss-crossing his chest, studded with silver studs, and studded black leather wrist bands and bands around his biceps. His horse-hung cock was at full staff, and he was wrapping a black leather, studded cock ring tightly around its base as I watched.

‘Strip, Sport,’ he said in a throaty voice. I just stood there, mesmerized by the sight of him.

‘I said strip, Sport,’ he said more insistently. ‘And climb into that sling. I told you this would be special. But it won’t be any more dangerous than any other way we might have done it.’

I then did as he directed, somewhat self-consciously pulling off my clothes and hunching over before him, trying to cover my manhood without any real means to do so.

‘Stand up straight, Sport. Push it out. Ah, very nice. Very nice, indeed. It was well worth the wait. Now, into the sling.’

Not knowing quite how to get into the sling, I walked over to it and turned around, and tried ineffectually to hoist my butt up into the contraption. Mr. Walker walked over and lifted me with strong hands at my waist, as if I were a rag doll, and plopped my ass into the sling. He then walked around to above me, and took, first one wrist, and then the other, and locked them in the black leather cuffs up the chain. He repeated this below, with my ankles, and there I was, spread-eagled helplessly in the sling. The bottom edge of the sling cut into my buttocks just where the small of my back flared out to my butt cheeks, and the upper edge hit between my shoulder blades.

Mr. Walker walked away from me and the lights went out in the room, to be replaced by colored lights, beamed from several positions, swirling about the walls, ceiling, and floor, in undulating waves of blue, green, red, and purple.

Mr. Walker was above me now, pushing my shoulders down and then taking my head in his hands and pulling that back and down as well. He had his enormous cock at my mouth, pushing at my lips from above, and then he was inside my mouth and fucking my mouth in ever more insistent thrusts. I didn’t have to do more than gag for him; I couldn’t do more than gag for him, either, because I was completely trussed up and at his mercy. I wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. But he told me what to do.

‘Just relax, Sport,’ he said. ‘Open wide, unlock your jaw, and get your tongue below it and let it slide in easy. Ahh, yes, like that. Ahh, yes, a sweet mouth. Teeth out of the way, lips closed tight on it. Yes, that’s better. Take it all, now. You can do it. Just loosen up and relax. There, just a bit more. Ahhhh, yesss. Feel the studs of the cock ring at your lips? That means you’ve taken it all. Now, letting it slide in and out. Yes, like that, in and out. Ahhhhh. Ah, AH, AHHH! Hot Damn!’

I started gagging again, as his cum burbled up in my mouth and overflowed on my chin. He pulled right out of me than, and his lips and tongue were at mine, cleaning me of his jism, and kissing me now.

He leaned his face into my ear and whispered to me. ‘That was nice, Sport. I think you’re going to learn to give head real good. But I bet what you really want is your birthday present. I’m going to give that to you in about fifteen or twenty minutes. Gotta reload from that nice blow job. Won’t take long to reload. Got some good advice for you on that. Eat healthy, live clean, stay fit, get plenty of sleep, and fuck often with a lot of variety, and you can keep your reload time down. Now, I’m gonna do you.’

He walked away from me, and the next I saw he was below me between my spread-eagled legs. He held my balls in the palm of one hand like they were eggs he was about to crack, and he lowered his lips to my throbbing cock, licking it all over and then going down on it with his mouth. I almost lifted out of the sling in response to the teething and sucking he was doing on my cock. The meeting of fantasy and reality were just too much for me, and I shot my load down his throat in short order. I was embarrassed that I’d cum this quickly, but Mr. Walker seemed to be pleased. At least he gave me a big grin and then moved his lips and tongue to my asshole and wetted me up real well there. All the time he was sucking and rimming me, he was encouraging me to tell him what I liked and what I liked better, and, although words pretty much failed me, I think he got the answers he needed from the differing timbres of my moaning and groaning.

After a short while, he seemed ready to go again, because I saw him rise up below me, and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. It was just pressing at my asshole, with its head rocking back and forth, straining the rim, and I already felt I wouldn’t be able to take him. My torso and limbs went rigid, and I arched my back against the sling.

‘Relax there, Sport,’ he was saying. And then he left me for a minute, and when he came back, he had a black rubber plug with straps attached to it, which he plopped into my mouth, pushing my tongue down and filling my mouth, and he then pulled the straps around my head and tied them at the back.

‘That isn’t to keep you from screaming, Sport. You’re going to want to do a lot of screaming, especially at the beginning. But we’re way out here in the woods. There’s nobody to hear your screaming. This is to keep you from biting your tongue off.’

He went around to below me again, and with a sudden thrust of his hips, the head of his cock was inside my ass. I screamed in pain and went all rigid again. There was no sound, however, beyond a muffled grunt of pain, and I was biting down so hard on the rubber plug that I thought my teeth surely would bite through and meet.

‘Not much else to do at the start, Sport,’ Mr. Walker was saying. ‘Your ass is new to this, and my cock is extra big. Trust me, it’s going to be bad for a few minutes, but then it’s going to get very, very good. And keep remembering that you wanted this. Ugh!’ And with that his cock head and breached my virginal ring, and he held there.

‘The worst is passed, now,’ he was saying. ‘The rest will be easier, especially if you’ll relax and let all of the tension flow out of your body.’

He placed his hands on my belly and worked them up to my pecs, massaging me, helping me to relax. They came back down and then glided up my outstretched legs.

‘Breath deeply and regularly,’ he was saying. ‘And as I snake up you, take short, panting breaths. It will help. But however you breathe, remember to continue to do it. Don’t hold your breath. This is your eighteenth birthday. I want to give you the fuck of your life.’

I watched his strong, thickly veined hands, with those sensuous fingers, gliding across my body. One came back to my belly, palm down, and his finger spread out on my abs. I watched that hand, rising and falling as I breathed, and I relaxed as I could see my breath becoming more regular. And as I relaxed, his cock started its long, slow journey up my ass canal. My ass walls were welcoming it, the muscles moving in waves and closely caressing his pulsating rod.

‘Nice, very nice,’ he was murmuring. ‘Your ass wants me, I can tell. It’s making love to my cock. You’re tight and sweet. Everything I’d imagined. There, can you feel them? The studs of my cock ring are at your asshole now. You’ve managed me; I’m all in.’

And I could feel those studs, and it didn’t hurt so much anymore. And I was exhilarated that he was all in me, fulfilling my fantasies. He’d told me it would be a lot easier and less painful the next time, and I believed him.

He lifted his hands and wrapped them around the chain and my bound ankles now and started the sling in motion. My ass was being stroked, but it was happening by the motion of the sling Mr. Walker was setting with his hands. The swinging of the sling increased, both in arc and in speed, and soon Mr. Walker’s pelvis also was in motion, and he was fucking me in deep and long strokes. He was losing control of himself and giving me a wild ride, as I watched the motion of the studded leather harness across his chest. At length, he gave out a primeval scream, and I felt his cum jetting off deep inside me, and backing up along his buried cock and dribbling out of my asshole.

‘Happy birthday, Sport,’ he exclaimed to me with a big grin, and then he helped me out of my bonds and the sling and supported me in his strong arms as we went back up the basement stairs to a small table in the kitchen. There he pulled food out of the refrigerator, and we both sat there, naked, at the kitchen table, and ate like we hadn’t seen food for a week.

After he’d had his fill, Mr. Walker winked at me, and said. ‘Think it’s been twenty minutes again, Sport. I can feel the power coming back. And my birthday is coming up soon. Let’s see if I can find a present too.’

He pulled me up from the table by the wrists and marched me into a small bedroom that took up the other back corner of the house from the kitchen. He had leather thongs out and, after pushing me down on the bed on my belly, he tied my wrists together and strapped my arms to the rods at the center of the brass headboard and then tied my legs, from the ankles, to the opposite bed posts at the bottom of the bed. He then came up behind me and between my legs on his knees, and I felt that big, hard cock at my backdoor again. He lifted my pelvis with his hands on my hips and skewered me with his cock in one long gliding motion, having already stretched my ass to his specifications not more than an hour earlier. I gave him plenty of noise, while he rode me like a show bull. And rode me and rode me and rode me.

When he’d shot his load, he reached around and released my arms and legs and then went over on his side, pulling my butt into his pelvis. We cuddled and kissed and joyfully explored each other with our hands until he’d reloaded again, and then he lifted my leg, nuzzled his pelvis under my butt, and took me in a side split one more time, this time more gently and languidly, as if we had all of the time in the world to meld to each other.

It was near dusk before we had finished fucking and had gotten cleaned up. Mr. Walker drove me back into town, leaving me off a couple of blocks up the street from my house and then just driving on by my house and into his driveway before I reached our section of the sidewalk. He was greeted at the door by his pert little wife, who kissed him, and I saw him give her a little pat on the butt as they turned and went into the house. I wondered if he would take her straight to their bedroom and feed that enormous cock into her just like he’d done with me, and a little jolt of jealously shot through me. I knew then that Mr. Walker wasn’t a habit I’d be giving up anytime soon.

My family held a grand eighteenth-birthday party for me that evening, oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t bear to sit on the hard dining room chairs for any length of time. My gifts from that significant birthday were memorable my parents gave me the keys to a red Mustang convertible but none was as memorable as the gift Mr. Walker had given me in that cabin in the woods.

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Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big table courtside for a beer before showering and leaving, when five Latin hunks, all bulging muscles and steamy looks, descended on the court. We’d been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, tanned bodies and broad pearly wide teeth, as two of the hunks took to the court and the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael and told us the two on the court were the team offense stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.

I quickly assessed all five and found all five to my liking no, my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.

Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball for a while. Neither of the two on the court were all that good at tennis, but they were mighty fine-looking athletes and moved with the grace of dancers. I knew that most of Pete’s peeve was because I was warming fast to these Brazilians and I had promised him that he could fuck me after our tennis session. He saw the opportunity fading fast, and, in this, he was quite correct. Pete was a honey, but I literally melted at the thought of these five Brazilian hunks surrounding me.

After he saw he was in a losing battle with the Brazilians at least for today, Pete stood and leaned down before he left and gave me a possessive kiss on the lips, no doubt in a last-ditch effort to mark his territory. I could tell by the hissing of released breath all around us at the table, however, that his gesture had had the opposite effect. It had sent a strong signal to the Brazilians that I could be approached by any of them who might be interested and they all started showing their interest as soon as Pete was gone.

Thieago and Filipe, who were sitting on either side of me, moved in closer, while Rafael, who wasn’t in reach of me, sent me steamy looks and tried out his limited English in quizzing me about myself. Between trying to watch the somewhat fumbling tennis match and responding to Rafael, I didn’t notice for a bit that Filipe was running his fingers lightly along the hair of my forearm and Thieago had a hand gently placed high up on my thigh.

Rafael called out something in Portuguese to Gustavo and Raimundo on the tennis court, and all five Brazilians had a good laugh. For the few moments I was there after that, I noticed that Gustavo and Raimundo were looking more over at the table now than they were at wherever the tennis ball was going.

Filipe had tightened his grip on my forearm and the fingers of his other hand were buried in the hair at the back of my head, and just as he brought my face to his and engaged me in a searching kiss, I felt Thieago’s palm cup my basket. He said something like ‘Yiy, yiy, yiy, and then a run of Portuguese, and all five of the Brazilians were laughing again. Their laughs seemed more guttural now than before, however.

I disengaged from Filipe’s kiss, and noticed as I turned to ask Rafael what had been said that Gustavo and Raimundo were no longer hitting the ball back and forth. Now they were plastered to the wire fence just beyond our table, smiling big and licking their lips.

‘Oh, Thieago was just saying that it was really hot out here and he really needed to take a shower,’ Rafael answered me with a big grin. ‘And we all agreed with him. But we are new here. We don’t know where the showers are. Perhaps you could show us?’

The expression on Rafael’s face left no doubt why they all wanted to find the showers, and they had turned me on to the point where I was more than ready to take on a whole Brazilian soccer team.

We left Gustavo and Raimundo blowing kisses at us and muttering what had to be very suggestive encouragements as the other three Brazilians hustled me into the men’s dressing room, not seemingly at any loss on where it was located.

In the showers, I found all three equally hunky and delightful, and Filipe and Rafael were nicely hung, but Thieago had a veritable monster cock on him. All got hard quite quickly, with Thieago mainly watching, as Rafael sucked my cock under streams of water and Filipe worked my ass, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, and finally with what seemed to be his whole fist. I was well used, so only Thieago’s cock gave me pause for any form of trepidation. While Filipe and Rafael were working me over, Thieago stood a bit off, but well in my vision, and entertained me with showing that he could make his cock get longer and longer and thicker and thicker.

When I had shot off, Filipe pushed my torso down with a strong hand and entered me from behind and started stroking me deep, while Rafael pushed his dick into my mouth and face fucked me in rhythm with Filipe’s pumping. I thought this was mighty fine, taking it from both ends from two magnificent Brazilian studs. Filipe must have been overwhelmed at this opportunity, because he came quickly and removed his dick and went back to fingering my ass.

When Filipe had a good bit of his hand up my ass, he called out in Portuguese, and I heard a reply that sounded like surprise and delight from the dressing room. Apparently Gustavo and Raimundo had decided to change their game from tennis to some kind of other balling. As I worked hard to swallow the semen Rafael was now sending spouting down my throat, the five had a short discussion and I found myself lifted by Filipe and Rafael and delivered to the dressing room.

There I found Gustavo and Raimundo, buck naked, facing each other, in close, and straddling a wooden changing bench. Raimundo had his fist around two docked dicks, which were already hard. They were both long, Gustavo’s a little longer than Raimundo’s, but both were a little thin.

Filipe and Rafael, one on each side of me, lifted me by a thigh and arm each, with Thieago cupping my butt cheeks, and literally carried me over to the bench.

I started objecting loudly and giving a nervous scream or two as I realized what was going to happen to me. And then Filipe and Rafael inserted me between the facing Gustavo and Raimundo and lowered my ass onto their docked dicks. I nearly fainted as the two ramrods were forced up inside me. Laughter and moans and groans and Portuguese chatter abounded as Filipe and Rafael raised and lowered my pelvis on double throbbing cocks. Gustavo, who I was facing, had his fingers buried in my pecs, while Raimundo, behind me, had his hands wrapped around my waist and was helping to control the rhythm of the double fucking. I had my head thrust back on Raimundo’s chest and was yelling my pain and, yes, I admit it, my pleasure at having taken two cocks in loud tones. So as not to raise alarm throughout the club premises, Thieago came up on the bench between Gustavo and me, hunched down a bit, grabbed the back of my head in his hands, and forced my mouth onto his gigantic cock. I did what I could to envelop his cock, but he was so long and thick that I could get less than half of it in my mouth. Some semblance of calm eventually came to the scene, which now was dominated by grunting, groaning, moaning, and sighing times six. Gustavo took my cock in his hand and treated it like the joy stick on his favorite sports car and was rewarded with three spurts of cum that were almost simultaneously coordinated with Gustavo’s and Raimundo’s ejaculations.

So, I had said I would take on the whole Brazilian soccer team, and this was what that was like. I must admit that it was more than a bit all right with me certainly better than whatever Pete had planned for me this afternoon.

When most of us with cocks in play Thieago still holding his shootoff had cum with great shouts of abandon and release, the various hands and cocks that were handling me disappeared, I collapsed, belly down, on the bench, and I heard happy chattering decreasing in volume as the Brazilian soccer team hit the showers, another stunning victory under its collective belts. Well, most of the team that is. When I was able to lift my weary head and chest from the surface of the bench, I saw that the giant Thieago was still there, giving me the eye, waving that monster cock at me.

With a big grin, he turned me on the back on the bench, spread my legs with strong arms and worked that huge cock inside my now-gapping asshole. With just one cock, he was stretching me more than Gustavo’s and Raimundo’s two cocks had been able to managed. I stretched my arms down and back and hold tightly onto the legs of the bench as Thieago rode me hard, long, and deep and to our great mutual satisfaction. I had no questions as to who the captain of this soccer squad was.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this way, or so Shane thought as he stared out at the lonely beach. Chris was late or maybe he wasn’t even going to show up? He still had no idea why he had agreed to this rendezvous but here he was, waiting none the less.

Strange how he could do something this out of character for him. It wasn’t like he was exactly a virgin but then again he was no professional either. Still it was like he couldn’t refuse Chris even though they hardly knew each other. Nathan had introduced them which maybe was one reason why he was doing this, to show Nathan something.

Exactly what it would prove to Nathan, Shane wasn’t sure, but maybe it would help erase the feeling of being a total loser that Nathan seemed to feel he was. It really wasn’t his fault that he blossomed later than Nathan. Hell he only realized he was queer after High School, until then he thought he was just a poor excuse for a teenager. Now he knew better.

Perhaps what really pissed Nathan off was that he was cut and Shane wasn’t? It seemed that in some ways it always was something that Nate kept harping on, telling him that it looked weird and didn’t taste right. Christ it was cock, how could it not taste like any other but then Nate was the more experienced one.

The idea of being so inadequate for sex just made matters worse for Shane. He knew he wasn’t a raving beauty but he didn’t think he was a total dork either. Okay so he had an uncut dick, it wasn’t exactly a small one though and the few times he had managed to be on top the feeling was unreal. Yet Nate kept telling him he couldn’t be feeling what he had. How the fuck would he know he wondered as he stood there, waiting and hoping.

Chris seemed different but he was supposedly a good friend of Nathan’s. So was this a test? Was it maybe just one more way for Nate to put him down? Shane didn’t think Chris was that way. Still it could be possible as Nate had shown he could be quite the asshole if he wanted to be.

Shane felt the sudden flash of heat as his mind continued to day dream. His clothes were pretty well already strewn out on the empty beach as he waited, hoping for what he wasn’t quite sure.

Maybe all that would happen would be that they’d sit around and bullshit while drinking beer. Course he was hoping there would be a bit more as he did think Chris had one great looking ass. His mind could imagine his uncut dick growing and the pre cum oozing out as they would lay there, soaking up the sun or maybe just feeling the cool ocean breeze blowing across their naked bodies.

Either way he was sure that if he was naked that Chris wouldn’t let it go unnoticed. He just hoped that Nate hadn’t fucked this up for him as he felt the sun baking down on his nude frame. Just standing there, naked was something he would never have dreamed of doing two years ago, now it was almost second nature.

He really didn’t give a shit if some bloke came walking by as he just wanted to feel at one with the wind and the sun. His body wasn’t that bad and he was slowly beginning to think that Nate maybe had been jealous of it.

His eyes moved across the wide expanse of empty beach and he wished Chris would show up. The sea was so inviting that he thought of maybe just wading out there while waiting. It might be a nice way to be if Chris showed up. To see him knee deep in the warm ocean, his cock maybe being partially hidden by the water might entice Chris faster than if he was just standing on the beach nude.

Shane felt the strange exhilaration of desire as he planned how to seduce Chris, though he was pretty certain it wouldn’t be necessary. After all the idea of coming down here to nude sunbathe had been Chris’. The glint he had seen in the blonde boy’s eyes had hinted at a damn sight more than just baking in the heat.

Yet Chris wasn’t here so maybe he had imagined that glint, or maybe Nate had said something. Nate was one jealous fuck at times.

Shane’s face grew a bit hard as he thought again of Nate and all the shit he had gone thru with him. His eyes clouded over a bit and then he heard the voice calling his name and he turned to see a figure off in the distance.

A huge grin broke over his face as he sat down in the warm ocean water. His body radiated with pleasure as he could see Chris off in the distance, slowly trotting along the golden beach towards him. In one hand he held a cooler and over his shoulder it looked like he carried a two four pack of beer. Perhaps this was going to work out as he had hoped.

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‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark’s style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole.

Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole life and at age 32 wasn’t about to change. He just got cockier with age. In high school he was the star quarterback. Then on into college his football career continued. There wasn’t a girl he couldn’t have. At 6 feet tall 185 lean pounds with broad shoulders that tapered down into a small 29′ waist that bubbled out in the back into the biggest rounded bubble butt imaginable. Not to mention his classic good looks with his deep hazel eyes and dark wavy hair. This just fueled his arrogance. And as if that weren’t enough the fact that he was the most important Ad Executive his agency had set him over the top. All this added up to one arrogant bastard in an Armani suit with designer Armani glasses.

So tonight Mark found himself in some small ‘shit hole bar’ as he had referred to it when he and his three buddies from work walked in the door. Jed had been the one to suggest the place and the minute they got there Mark had regretted coming. It was small and cramped with people that he normally would not associate with, but the he thought, ‘What can you expect from Jed. He’s not much better than most of these trashy people himself.’ So Mark decided to bite his tongue, have a few drinks and get the hell out of there.

Mark and his three friends Jed, Nick and Dean made their way to the bar for drink. Mark was sure to order something in a bottle because the bar was so filthy. A fact he wasted no time in telling the bar tender/owner. Once the men had their drinks they made their way into the crowd. They stopped near a table where three Burley men were sitting, simply because the crowd was so thick they could go nowhere else. As they stood there Mark began to tell some animated story about some ‘bitch he had bagged’ using his hands for emphasis. As he did a large portion of his drink spilled out and landed on one of the three men sitting at the table.

‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Without even acknowledging the man Mark continued his story, his arms moving rapidly to make his point causing more beer to spill from his bottle hitting the man in the chair next to him, again. At this the man stood and tapped Mark on the shoulder saying, ‘Excuse me asshole!’ Mark turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

‘What?!’, barked Mark. Then he got a look at the guy. He was bigger than Mark had realized. He stood about 6’7′ and had huge biceps with a broad chest and he was all muscle. But Mark wasn’t one to back down and besides he had his three buddies to back him up. Then the man spoke again, ‘I said you spilt you beer on me! Do you plan on apologizing, prick!?’

Mark looked the big man up and down and said, ‘Flannel. It’s a flannel shirt how hard can that be to clean?’

With that the man got in Mark’s face and grabbed the lapels of Mark’s dark gray suit. Mark could feel the man’s hot breath on him. In fact the man was so close that his breath was steaming up Mark’s Armani glasses. ‘What did you say, pretty boy?!’ came the man’s response.

One of the big man’s friends chimed in saying to the man, ‘You’re not gonna take that from him are ya, Ryan?’

The big man who, Mark now knew was named Ryan just looked Mark dead in the eye and said, ‘No fuckin way!’.

At this point Mark decided he had had enough and pushed Ryan saying, ‘Get the fuck off me.’ But as Mark pushed Ryan Mark fell backwards but Ryan didn’t budge or loosen his grip on Mark’s lapels. So as Mark fell back he heard a loud ripping sound. Mark landed on the floor on his butt but as he looked up Ryan was still holding his suit coat in both hands by the lapels. When Mark tripped and fell back his coat had split right down the back and because Ryan hand suck a tight grip it was ripped right from Mark’s muscular frame.

Mark stood, pissed, ‘What the…? Hey Shithead! You ruined my suit! That was a $1,200 Armani. You’ll pay for that!’

‘No” said Ryan, ‘I don’t think so! You think you can come in here acting better than everyone! Spilling your drinks on people! Looking down on all of us but you won’t do it to me! I’m gonna bring you down a peg. I’m gonna do to you what your Daddy should have when you were growin’ up. I’m gonna spank your bare ass and teach you respect!’

Jed, Nick and Dean just sat there in shock. Never had they seen someone push Mark around like this before. Normally Mark would start a fight and expect them to jump in and help him, which of course they always did. However, not this time. Ryan was so much bigger and so much strong than any of them.

‘Fuck off pervert! Your not gonna touch my ass fag!’ sneered Mark. ‘My buddies here will help me kick yours.

That’s when Jed spoke up, ‘No man, you’re on your own. Just apologize and back off.

‘Are you for real? asked Mark as all three men nodded in agreement. ‘Well fuck you all! You’re all a bunch of pussies anyway! Who needs you!’ Then to Ryan he said, ‘I can kick your ass alone,’ although deep down inside he was scared shitless. But he couldn’t back down.

‘Let’s see who the fag is. Let’s go man!’ shouted Ryan as he grabbed both sides of Mark’s crisp clean white shirt and yank. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Went the buttons up the front as each one flew off exposing Mark’s hairless chiseled chest and rock hard abs. ‘Ha Ha Ha’, laughed Ryan. ‘Does pretty boy shave his chest?’

Mark backed up as a crowd gathered around the two men. ‘Are you insane? I had this shirt custom tailored in Italy.’ As he spoke he knew that he was dealing with someone who was not quite right in the head. Mark turned to try and leave the scene but felt two big strong hands on his back.

‘Where are you goin’, Pretty Boy?’ and with that Ryan tugged on the back of Mark’s shirt. Rrrrrriiiippppp!!!!! And with that Mark’s shirt came flying off his back.

‘Leave me alone you fucking lunatic!’ bellowed Mark as he stood there in just his dark gray suit pants and blue, red stripped designer tie and black rimmed glasses.

The crowd gathered in closer at the sight of this muscular stud being stripped of his clothing right in the middle of the bar. There were various reactions from the crowd, ranging from gasps of amazement to all out laughter. Everyone wanted to see the arrogant executive put in his place–including his three friends.

‘I believe that I owe you a spanking Pretty Boy.’ Laughed Ryan as he took a dive at Mark. Mark jumped out of the way but Ryan got the edge of his pant leg causing it to tear slightly.

‘Come on,’ pleaded Mark. ‘Why don’t one of you morons call the police.’

‘Smart’, said Ryan, ‘Insult the people you want to help you.’ With that Ryan dove on top of Mark and got him in a headlock. Mark fought as hard as he could to get free but it was useless Ryan was so much bigger and stronger than he was but he continued to fight. The crowd cheered as the two muscular men rolled around on the bar room floor. Then Mark felt Ryan’s strong hands on the waist of his pants.

He couldn’t believe it; this nut was really trying to remove his pants. Mark got is hands to his waist just as Ryan had undone his button. ‘Please,’ begged Mark, ‘Don’t do this. Let me go.’ But still he refused to apologize.

‘Too late for mercy. You could have gotten out of this with an apology. But now your shit outta luck, Pretty Boy.’ As Ryan was speaking these words he struggled with Mark to get his pants down.

The harder Ryan tugged down the harder Mark pulled up. The struggle continued for a few minutes this way until the strain became too much for poor Mark’s suit pants and the inevitable sound of material ripping echoed through the bar as Mark’s pants were torn from his body revealing that Mark was wearing a pair of way too tight, way too small red bikini briefs that were stretched to the limited by his ample ass mounds.. The crowd gasped almost in unison, and then broke into laughter.

Mark was so humiliated pinned to a bar room floor with on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and barely covered by the skimpy red bikini briefs that were creeping up his ass. Aside from the bikini the only other things Mark had on were his glasses, neck tie, black wing tip shoes and black nylon dress socks.

Ryan began laughing almost uncontrollably at the sight of Mark in his skimpy bikini,’ And you called me a fag earlier, Pretty Boy. At least I ain’t wearin’ panties!’

‘They’re not panties!’ sneered Mark as he struggled to get free.

‘Well what’s the matter?’ asked Ryan. ‘Couldn’t you find any underwear your size?’ and with that he broke into a fit of laughter.

‘Shut up! That’s the way they’re supposed to fit!’ argued Mark as he continued to struggle. It was true Mark knew his underwear were very skimpy. He’d worn them that way since freshman year of college when his girlfriend at the time told him how sexy she thought skimpy bikini briefs looked on is big meaty ass. Two years later they broke up but he had grown so accustom to the tiny undergarment that he continued to wear them.

SLAP! Came the first smack to Mark’s ass. ‘I told you I owed you a spanking Pretty Boy.’ SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Went the assault on Mark’s ass with only the thin cotton material of his wildly small briefs for protection. With each slap Mark struggled to get free but his struggles only caused his briefs to ride further up the crack of his ass. As his monster cheeks swallowed his bikini his meaty globes came popping out the leg bands exposing more and more of his white ass flesh.

‘Please!!! STOP!!!’ begged Mark. He could feel his face getting redder and redder with embarrassment but more frightening than that was the fact the he could feel his dick growing in his underwear with each slap of his ass. Though he couldn’t explain it himself there was something strangely erotic about being stripped of all his clothes and spanked and humiliated by this strong man in front of all these people. And while part of him wanted it to end another part wanted it to go on forever.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! continued Ryan’s assault of Mark’s ass.

‘I’m SORRY!’ screamed Mark as the crowd cheered. No one ever thought this arrogant businessman would ever apologize.

‘Finally!’ said Ryan. ‘I knew I could teach you respect.’ With that Ryan grabbed Mark and dragged him to his feet. As he did, he got a good look at Mark’s growing cock in his bright red bikini. ‘Looks like you’re enjoying this, Pretty Boy.’

‘No!’ argued Mark.

‘Yeah well your cock says you are. Maybe you’re the fag after all.’

‘No! I’m not! Please let this end I’m sorry,’ pleaded Mark to no avail as Ryan pushed him over the bar and kicked his legs wide apart. By this point his little briefs were so far up his ass that 80% of his massive glutes were exposed to the entire bar and the ass flesh was almost as red as the material that covered the other 20%.

‘Now I believe I told you I’d spank your bare ass and from what I can see part of it is still covered.’

‘No!’ pleaded Mark but it was too late before he could even get his hands to his waist to fight Ryan grabbed the waistband of the little underwear and gave a quick tug and with a ripping sound the briefs flew of Mark’s body. As they did his fully erect prick and shaved balls came flopping out the front and were clearly visibly from behind since his legs were spread so far apart. Not only was his cock exposed, but also due to the way he was standing his meaty ass cheeks were spread open wide exposing his pink puckered hole. The crowd cheered and applauded at the sight of this. Mark grew more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Now Mark stood there feeling his eyes well up with tears behind his glasses wearing just a necktie, shoes and socks. He wanted to cry from the combination of pain and humiliation. But he also wanted to blow a load to release his balls.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mark yelped as Ryan’s hand meet his bare ass flesh even spanking his ass hole. The crowd was really cheering Ryan on, even Mark’s friends. Mark tried to fight it but it was no use he could feel the tears fall from his eyes. It was an incredible release. He felt cleansed like a naughty boy who had finally gotten punished for his misdeeds.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The assault on Mark’s ass continued as the tears rolled down his face. But even though he was crying is cock was still rock hard and Mark could tell that if this kept up much long he would blow his wad all over the bar.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! That was all Mark could take Ryan hit his ass hole again and Mark let out a loud shout of ecstasy and clenched his ass causing his hole to wink at the crowd. His balls tighten as he felt the cum rush from his stiff prick splashing against the bar and hitting the floor below.

‘AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! OH, YES!!!!!!, screamed mark.

The crowd began to hoot and holler as they watched this arrogant muscular ad executive literally get the cum spanked out of him. Mark collapsed against the bar. Ryan stopped spanking. ‘There you go Pretty Boy. Now that’s how you teach an arrogant asshole such as yourself some respect.’

With tears running down his cheeks from behind his glasses and cum dripping from his cock Mark looked his assailant in the eyes and whispered softly, ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good boy,’ said Ryan. ‘Now I suggest you get your ass out of here before I go for round two.

‘Yes, sir,’ replied Mark as he gathered up his ripped clothing to cover himself as he and his friends left the bar.

Ryan became a celebrity for the night with everyone wanting to be the next to buy him a drink. And Mark learned an important lesson about respect as well as a little bit about his hidden sexual desires.

The End

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