Author: admin

What I’m relating here is a true story, though its been a few years and my memory isn’t what it was, I’m doing the best I can.

This happened a couple years ago at my favorite dirty book store. It is a rather respectable looking place from the outside, and the inside is relatively clean, so it’s surprising the immoral, though legal, and downright perverted things that happen there. You’d enjoy it, as do I.

I was in the back where the video booths and glory holes are. I had just settled into a very comfortable, if wobbly, plastic chair and was admiring a young guy sucking a long dong on the video screen when I glanced to my left thru the glory hole and saw a guy’s naked ass snuggled up next to the hole. Naturally, I reached thru and patted those well cooked buns. When I did this the ass turned to present itself fully toward me. Naturally, I fingered the exposed crack and found it was heavily lubed. Very naturally, I slid a finger up his hole and finding it loose and inviting slid all four fingers up there. My hand was totally inside him except for my thumb and at that point the natural thing to do was to scrunch my hand a little and push it in him up to my wrist. What a feeling. Warm and slippery. There was enough KY jelly in him to lube up an army. This was a moment I had been waiting for all my life.

I was twisting my hand back and forth when an idea came to me. I pulled my hand out and pushed on his butt. When a little space was opened between him and the wall I said ‘I’d like to come into your booth so we can do this right.’

‘OK’ was the reply , I saw him unlock his door and I moved over one booth. The fellow I just had my hand in was an older guy, at least he had less hair than me, and he asked how I wanted him.

‘Kneel on the chair.’ I said as I slipped a fiver into the money slot on the video. This should make it last long enough for an enjoyable experience. His pants were hanging on a hook on the wall, (I told you it was a respectable place) so his whole lower body was available for inspection. I got down on my knees and kissed first one bun and then the other. Then I pulled his ass cheeks apart and I gazed enviously at his asshole which was a long, dark crack instead of an everyday pinkish-brown pucker hole like most of us have. It was easy to slip my whole hand in him and I pushed slowly till I was in him up to my elbow. Even that deep in his hole was loose. Thinking about it now I wonder if I could have shoved my whole head up him.

‘That’s far enough.’ he gasped. Actually, I wanted to keep going until my armpit hairs were tickling his sphincter. Oh well, maybe later. Just feeling the smooth, slimy walls of his large intestine was giving me an intense sexual feeling. Along with that was an intense boner that came about without my even touching it. Slowly I pulled my arm out till just my hand and wrist were in him, then I slid it back in. I did this a few more times while savoring the gooey slickness, all the while there was almost no resistance from his sphincter. God, this was the most wonderful feeling. Now I could see why some guys claim this can go on for hours.

I slow fisted him for a while as he panted and gasped in what I hoped was something approximating ecstasy. Then I noticed that someone else was now in the booth I had vacated and was starring wide eyed through the glory hole at what I was doing. My new friend was jerking up and down on my arm and then said he had taken about as much of this enjoyment as he could stand, so I eased up and slowly retracted my arm from his guts. Once out I helped him into a sitting position in the chair, kissed his balding head, thanked him and left.

It was only later I realized I hadn’t gotten his name or sucked his cock like I should have. One recurring fantasy I have, perhaps a few dozen times a day, is having my arm shoved up a guys ass and at the same time sucking him off. Here was my chance and I blew it, so to speak. Oh well, maybe later..

Waking up in the middle of the night, feeling the urge to pee, but not wanting to get out of bed, Zach lay thinking and deciding what to do.  Finally, he knew he’d have to take a leak.  Without disturbing any of his sleeping buddies, Zach made it to the latrine and decided to drop onto a shitter and rest awhile.  The bladder emptied, Zach pulled for a moment on this dick to clean off any last drop… and then thought that with the total silence and being alone, it would be a great time to jack off… and with that thought his dick immediately began to grow with that sweetness the blood brings with it as it hardens.

Zach spit into his hand as he began that self-indulgent ritual of perpetual delight.  He was rock hard within moments… some more spit and the slippery hand felt brand new it had been so long since he had been able to find a moment to jack off.  He stretched out a bit and spread his legs apart as he began to feel the tightness around his balls.  He knew he was getting pretty close, another shot of spit and the divine pleasure of the orgasm.

At that moment, he heard an approaching shuffle.  He immediately pulled himself back onto the seat and brought his legs into the expected position.  But his dick was rock hard and wasn’t going down any time soon, so he had to sit there regardless. 

He listened as the pee from the other Marine flowed into the urinal, splashing and circulating into the drain.  Then silence.  The Marine did not move.  Still no movement.  The feet stood solidly in place.  Then it occurred to Zach that maybe the Marine didn’t know he was in the stall since he had made no noise when he straightened up before the other guy came through the door.  Zach was all ears, and then he saw the legs bow out a little as the guy squatted a bit.  Zach was even harder at this point than he had been just jacking himself.  He knew the guy was jacking off, but how to share the experience without bringing down anything upon him in the unit.

Zach decided to stand up with his dick hard inside his skivvies and walk over to the sink.  He would stand in such a way the Marine could see his hardon, but wouldn’t stare directly at the Marine.  The Marine could continue jacking or stop or do something else.

Zack stood up.  He walked slowly with enough noise to the sink.

The Marine turned.  “Guess you caught me.”  Zach, looking down to his own shorts, “No, I think you caught me.”  Marine: “Don’t let me stop you.”  Zack: “Don’t let me stop you.”

Zack stood there by the sink, pulled his dick out, lubed it once again as each Marine watched the other bring himself to nut. 

Marine: “You done this while’s you was a kid, right?”

Zack: “All the time.  We had a lot of fun.”

Marine: “You pull each other?”

Zack: “Sometimes. Depended on who was in the group.  A couple guys wouldn’t do it, so when they were jacking with us, we just j.o.’d.”

Marine: “You pull?”

Zack: “Sometimes.”

Marine walks over to Zack and places the head of his cock against the head of Zack’s dick while they both pull on each other.  Marine drops some heavy-duty saliva onto both heads and lets his hand slip right over onto Zack’s dick.  Zach does the same thing, and before each man knew it, each hand had the other’s dick and were pulling on it so sweetly.

Marine: “Man, I’ve needed this.”

Zack; “Me, too.”

Slowly, deliberately, pleasurably, the hands move back and forth, feeling the shafts and teasing the heads, giving to each other that supreme feeling that only another man can give another man.  They feel each other began to tense up.

Marine: “You close?”

Zack: “Yeah, just keep pulling slow.  Yeah, like that.”

The Marine’s hands caused Zack to swell up, tighten up, tense up, and finally jerk backward as he shot his load out into the Marine’s hand, spurting three, four, five times and then the slow jerks.  At that moment when he calmed down, he felt the Marine begin to crank his sperm out his hole.  Zack also took the load in his hand.  No evidence anywhere.  The Marine, looking Zack in the eyes, took his handful of Zack’s cum and ate it.  He lifted Zack’s hand to his mouth and ate his own load. 

The harsh toilet paper did its duty.  The toilet flushed.  The men waited to leave separately.

Zack returned to his bunk and fell into a deep, intense and pleasurable sleep.

Monday, 16th April 2007

My name is Dylan Hurst and I’m an 18-year-old university student. I study biology, and right now, I’m on a five-day camping trip with my classmates as part of the course. The unit I’m currently doing is all about the plant life of the British countryside, so I need to collect specimens to examine and write about when my classmates and I go back to the uni.

Tonight is the first night, and as the day draws to a close, the mood of the trip has been set – work during the day and drunk partying in the night. Because tomorrow is going to be an early start and I’m not a morning person, I decided to go back to my tent before everyone else began to drink. I struggle to do work when hungover, as well, even though the alcohol is tempting.

Unfortunately, as it’s well into night at this point, the campground itself is dark. Thankfully, some of the tents are lit because others are as sensible as I am, though the yellow lamps everybody’s been given don’t help me because the fabrics are so dark, despite the light, I can’t see the colour properly. I roughly remembered where mine is, though, so after a minute of making girls in bras scream at me to get out, I found mine and unzipped it.

The tent is fairly large, blue with a yellow rim. I closed the zip again and turned on the light, setting it down besides the sleeping bag my brother handed me before the trip. I’ll turn the light off when my best friend gets here, but for now, it’s just me and the Victorian-style lamp.

The night is cold and I felt a bit chilly, so decided to get into my sleeping bag. First, I removed my shirt like a model, both hands on either side of the hem and pulling it over my head. After an ex boyfriend decided he wanted to see me do it like that, I found it an easy habit to fall into.

Next, I removed my socks and shoes, throwing them off to the side, my clumsiness making a shoe hit the lamp with a tinny sound. Swiftly forgetting it, however, I undid the button of my jeans and unzipped the crotch. I found myself beginning to get horny, so a small bulge popped out between the opened zip. I removed my jeans by standing up and taking them off, finding the bulge getting larger as I do this. That’s what happens when I don’t cum in the morning (early start) – small things such as removing clothes makes me hard in the evening.

Still standing up, I pulled the white boxers over my dick and let it bounce in joy at being free. At 8” long with a girth of 2.5”, even I get impressed with my dick whenever I look at it. I’m so tempted to play with myself but remembered my friend will be coming, and I don’t want him to see this. This is the first night in three years we’re sleeping together, and my dick is making me lust for him, so I want my body to be a surprise.

Regardless, I took the boxers off and crouched in my tent completely naked. I opened up my backpack and squeezed the boxers in there. Feeling a little bit kinky, I looked through my bag and grabbed my tight briefs.

I put my legs through the underwear and pulled them up to my waist. My entire head poked out the top, so I grabbed my dick and pushed it down into my briefs to create a massive domed bulge that would make even the most devoted top wish he’d get fucked.

Comfortable, I laid down and closed the sleeping bag, but I stayed on my back so my bulge is still a bit prominent. How I loved having a big dick.

To keep it erect, I imagined my friend, named Antonio Wareham, coming into the tent completely naked with his dick at full mast. In my fantasy, I thought of him grabbing my bulge, unzipping the bag, sucking my dick until I came in his mouth and then riding me while I’m still in my underwear until the sun came up, load after load filling his arse while he shoots load after load onto my body.

Without realising, I began to play with myself, rubbing my bulge and beginning to finger my nipples, twisting and pinching them.

Suddenly, the tent opened and Antonio appeared, his brown hair and hazel eyes staring straight at me nonchalantly. I don’t think he noticed me as I quickly stopped what I was doing, though my dick screamed to be played with again, twitching in my briefs and beginning to leak precum.

“Why aren’t you partying?” Antonio asked, rolling his r’s with his Spanish accent. He was born in 1989 like me, but in Almería, Spain, and moved here in 2000 when we began secondary school at the same time. We’d been inseparable ever since. The only thing I keep from him is being gay. I don’t know why, and I’ve had many opportunities to tell him, but it’s just the way it is.

“Early morning,” I replied, noticing my bulge getting smaller.

Goddamn it, I thought to myself.

Antonio laughed at my response and said “You need to learn to have fun. Enjoy the party. If you don’t do it now, you’ll regret it.”

Typical Antonio – carefree and always of the mindset that everybody else should be. There’s a reason I had a crush on him once. Sort of still do, hence my fantasies with him.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” I replied. “Parties don’t appeal, anyway.”

“You do you,” he replied, taking his hoodie off. I turned around when I realised he’s stripping despite, but he said I don’t need to be a prude. I saw him naked once when we went skinny dipping on holiday to Spain with his parents. I got hard, but I’m still glad he didn’t notice. Or if he did, he wouldn’t say.

So, I watched him take his shirt and then socks off. He pulled his jeans down to reveal very small briefs (so small I thought they were a jockstrap until I glimpsed fabric covering his arse as he stood up). His balls poked out the side because of the size, which turned me on. He then pulled them down to reveal his flaccid dick, not paying any attention to it.

He laid down next to me completely naked and stared at the tent on his sleeping bag, his head on his hands. I stared at him slightly lovingly for too long until I realised what I was doing embarrassingly and diverted my attention…by looking down his body. Then I saw that he’s hard!

Already having a semi at the sight of his naked body, this made me hard. I saw his dick, about 7” long, curve towards his chest at peak hardness, a small string of precum leaking onto his snail trail. How has he not noticed? I realised I had my own precum leaking again, likely creating a wet patch at the end of my bulge.

I then noticed Antonio staring straight at me, and his eyes darted from my face to my bulge. I looked down and noticed it’s prominent through the sleeping bag again, the large dome hiding my cock leaning towards his dick.

“Get out the bag,” he growled. I was slightly taken aback by the command, not having seen this side of him before. He repeated the command.

At his request, I unzipped the sleeping bag and exposed my mostly bare body to the elements. Indeed, the end of my bulge is soaked, but I didn’t expect precum to leak through and begin to pool onto the floor as soon as it’s freed. How can a man be so sexy that this is the result of looking at him naked?

Suddenly, Antonio found himself on top of me, his legs between mine. He turned my body so I’m on my back and staring straight into his eyes.

One hand left my side and he went into his backpack. He revealed a piece of cloth to me, showing it to me like a trophy.

“I’m going to blind you with this,” he said aggressively but passionately. “So you won’t see this great time.”

I nodded and he did nothing.

“Whenever I order you, you call me sir. I won’t do it if you don’t,” he said.

“Yes…sir,” I replied, finding the name strange. It feels right, however. Natural.

With that, he pulled the cloth over my eyes so I can’t see anything. All I can do is feel his movements, his hands caressing my body. They found the top of my precum-soaked briefs and pulled down swiftly, feeling my massive cock be pulled down and fall back, slapping my stomach in a way that made Antonio growl. I feel like his prey, which made the situation sexier.

“You’re a slut, aren’t you?” Antonio asked.

“Yes, sir,” I said, more confidently this time.

“I can see why,” he said. “With a big cock like this, you have to be a massive slut.”

Being called a slut filled me with a sense of pride, like all the guys I’ve fucked is an achievement.

Antonio took the briefs off completely and I felt them land on my chest in his hand. Without warning, I felt his lips touch mine, his kisses warm and passionate. They come from a place of love, but they’re full of lust, as well. He wants me. All of me.

Having finished kissing me, I felt him grab the briefs and stuff them in my mouth like a gag, purposefully putting the precum soaked part over my tongue so I can taste it. Part of them are hanging out, so I can smell my aroma. The whole experience is making my dick twitch with anticipation. At least it feels like that as I can’t see it.

He lifted his head away from me into the unknown and then began to lick my thick bush, scooping up the precum with his tongue. He then made me want to moan as he licked my long shaft, getting all the precum he can.

At the tip of my head, he jabbed his tongue into the slit and if I’m not gagged, I would have screamed. It felt amazing, feeling him penetrate my body like this. Assuming we’ll fuck, how can that feel more amazing than this?

Antonio began to lick the whole head instead and before long, swallowed my cock, feeling like he has all 8” in his mouth and making me body curl towards him, retaliating at the pleasure.

His hand forced me back down harshly and I felt heavy breathing in my ear.

“Control yourself, slut,” Antonio whispered. “You want to fuck. If you try to control me again, you’ll never feel this any more.”

I muffled “Yes, sir” and he gave me a blowjob again. He kept his hand at the bottom of my chest, but I tried my best to control myself. Fuck, I want him so bad!

After five minutes of intense pleasure, he stopped and I’m now wondering where he is. I’m still blindfolded.

Suddenly, Antonio took the briefs out of my mouth, the taste of precum-soaked fabric being replaced with the feeling of smooth flesh. His arsehole must be placed above my mouth, ready to be eaten.

“Rim me like the slut you are,” Antonio commanded. I did as told and let my tongue do its magic. As it licked his hole and dug its way in, he moaned. Loud. “Shit. You’re the best man I’ve had. Stroke my cock, slut.”

I moved my hand and found the end of his dick, slick with lots of precum. As my tongue rimmed, my hand pleasured his shaft, making him moan more. I swear I’m about to cum any second if he keeps moaning like that.

We kept going like this for some time and he began to bounce up and down, my tongue fucking his hole deep and getting ready for my dick.

After a while, he stood up, making him invisible to me once more. Not knowing the next move scared me, but I’d be a liar if I said it’s not thrilling.

Without warning, he grabbed my hand and then a finger. He pulled it up and just above my dick, it found his hole. It entered him and he quickly took it all, giving a mildly satisfied moan as it got deeper. With the second, the moan is more satisfied than the last and with the third, it sounds like he’s about to cum. I felt his eyes look straight into my covered ones.

“You love being an obedient slut,” Antonio said as my fingers thrusted inside him and opening him up. “Yeah…open me up so I can ride your beautiful cock and prove you’re a slut.”

With my fingers still thrusting, he lifted himself from them, doing something I can’t see.

With no warning, I felt a cold liquid be poured onto the tip of my dick before Antonio’s hands rubbed the lube around, pleasuring me while getting ready. With both hands, he expertly covered my entire dick with lube, slick and ready for sex.

Almost immediately, I heard his feet go to either side of my naked body and I felt his hole. This is it.

With a long, satisfied moan, I felt Antonio lower himself onto my massive shaft. The feeling made me ecstatic and I couldn’t help but moan with him. At the base, his moan turned into a growl. He finally has me in his grasp and isn’t letting go.

“When I choke you, I’ll still give orders,” he said. “You must answer.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, scared. Choke?! I’ve never been choked before and I felt the fear increase. But before I could retaliate, Antonio began to ride me and I felt his hand grasp my throat, his fingers pushing at my veins.

The sounds I let out are unattractive, but he loved them, moaning and saying “Fuck yeah” while he tortures me. I can feel my heartbeat underneath his invisible fingers quickening. I slowly started to feel dizzy, but oh, it’s turning me on so much. Even with Antonio riding my dick so quick I struggle to imagine the sight, my cock still twitched with how fucking great the domination feels. I’m a monster being hunted. A slut being taught his place. I’m fucking my best friend and it’s driving me crazy!

“Oh yeah!” Antonio almost screamed while growling. “Give it to me, slut! You love my ass, don’t you, slut?”

“Fuck yes, sir!” I replied, almost shouting excitedly despite his hand around my throat. I still can’t see, but with what he’s giving me, I don’t need eyes. Just him because I don’t deserve them.

His hand finally let go while my dick still pounds him, but he started to stroke my chin before slapping me hard across the cheek. It stung immediately, but the euphoria grew stronger. I moaned “Fuck” under my breath. He continued riding me, the pleasure making me squirm and moan loudly, his dick slapping against my belly as I pounded him.

My body began to squirm as pleasure shot through it like a lightning bolt of sex. Each of my groans are growing louder until I shot my load.

I basically screamed as my body moved without my command and I could feel my cum shoot straight into his arse over and over again. I thought it wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want it to. It felt too good.

Antonio groaned as he stood up, giving me intense, sensitive pleasure that’s making me squirm as he did so.

“Big shooter,” Antonio whispered in awe above me, feeling some drops of cum fall onto my dick.

I lay there with the blindfold still on. My cock is still twitching, and is probably covered in cum from head to base even though most went into Antonio. I panted heavily despite the cold air.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, looking at something. Not sure if it’s Antonio or not.

“And it’s not over yet,” Antonio said cheekily. I forgot he hadn’t came yet. “You still haven’t proved to me you’re a slut.”

Confused, I found my legs being pulled over his shoulders. He’s about to fuck me! The thought terrified me as I’ve been a top since I first started having sex, and I’m not sure if I’ll like it. This is the first time this evening I’m feeling truly apprehensive. Antonio sensed my fear, however, and preyed on it.

“Don’t look so scared, slut,” he said. “I’ll make you feel good.”

With that, I suddenly felt his body disappear, leaving my legs still in the air. Without warning, I felt his tongue lick my hole, rimming it and tongue fucking it like I did. As he did this, the euphoria kicked in once more and I felt my dick grow hard again. This time, only I moaned.

His tongue disappeared and left my hole open for delivery. Antonio must have grabbed the lube bottle again because I felt his fingers cover my hole with a cold liquid. Strangely, that made me moan, too.

When he fucks me, I’m gonna be screaming, I thought to myself.

A finger entered my hole, going in as deep as possible. I found the sensation unpleasant at first, but as he moved the end up and hit my prostate, I experienced a burst of extreme pleasure that made my body pulsate.

“You’re gonna be a good slut and enjoy this,” Antonio growled.

He settled with two fingers giving me pleasure before deciding to pound me. I felt the end of his smooth dick tease my hole and make me moan. Why did it feel so good?

With anticipation, his dick began to penetrate me, making me moan louder and louder the deeper he got. It felt amazing as he opened me wide. When it hit my prostate, the pleasure suddenly became intense and I screamed “Fuck!”, which made Antonio growl.

“Seems my slut enjoys this,” he said.

“I do, sir,” I replied, starting to become short of breath. “I want you to fuck me till I cum again, sir.”

Antonio started to thrust in and out, hitting the sweet spot every time he thrusted in. While I’m slow and smooth in this position, he’s rough and fast, pounding me with quick thrusts that made me scream every time.

Still fucking my insides deep and raw, Antonio suddenly grabbed my dick and gave me a handjob, the thrusts of his hand and dick in sync. The top of the foreskin and my head are highly sensitive, making my legs twitch with every thrust.

I thought it ended when he pulled out, but I didn’t feel him cum and I think my hole is dry. But without warning, I was suddenly thrown onto my front before Antonio’s hands pulled my stomach up, making me go on all fours. The blindfold briefly fell down, but Antonio noticed it, blinding me again. Just the way I like it.

With a snarl, one of Antonio’s hands covered my mouth, his manly scent filling my nose like my briefs had earlier. But his smell turns me on more. His other hand started to scratch from my neck to the lower back, my body squirming under his touch. It felt great and lifted my arse even higher into the air, prime to get fucked again.

I found my hole swallowed his dick easier this time, my arse cheeks slapping the base of his cock almost instantly, making me want to scream with pleasure if Antonio’s hand isn’t covering my mouth.

He fucked me again, the pounding more powerful than last time. Sweat lined my brow and even with his hand, my moans are louder than ever. Muffled, I screamed his name.

Antonio’s thrusts became increasingly more quick and powerful as time went on. He’s starting to moan himself, breathing or shouting “Fuck!” He growls when it feels particularly good to him and scratches me to pleasure him more. My pain is his pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum!” he screamed, probably a bit too loudly. “I’m cumming!”

After that, I felt thick wads of cum fill my hole, making it moist with his load. That man knows how to cum, too. Even when he’s shooting his load, he still thrusts, filling my hole with every last bit. Despite that, I felt wads of cum fall out and crawl down my balls, tickling them and giving me the final bite of pleasure.

My body pulsated slightly and, without touching it, my dick shot another load. I yelled as I came because it’s raw from the last time, but still as amazing as ever. I’m stunned I can do it again, and hands free.

With Antonio still inside me, I knelt there on all fours, the privilege of sight still taken away and my chest rising and falling as we both breathe heavily. My mind can’t comprehend what just happened. How amazing it felt. The pleasure. The satisfaction.

“That was good, was it not?” Antonio said as he took his hand away and taking his soft dick out, reverting back to his standard self – kind and thoughtful. I loved the contrast. It made him dominating me sexier.

“Yeah. It really was,” I said between breaths as I collapsed on my front and I felt him lay beside me. “I have a question.”

“What is it, Dylan?” Antonio asked, suddenly seeming excited.

“I don’t care how long it’ll be,” I began. “But I want you. I want to be your sub doing whatever you command. Will you be my master?”

Antonio gently turned my head and removed the blindfold, revealing his handsome face smiling at me.

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward and giving me a lover’s kiss.

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Author’s Word: For my first time properly writing erotica, I’m confident in what I wrote, even if I’ll look back in five years and wonder how I thought it was worthy of submission. Being a completely dominant top in real life, writing from the viewpoint of a submissive top turned vers was extremely challenging, but I enjoyed it so much. Never did I think writing sex would be so much fun. Please give me any feedback you want and please be as honest as possible. Thanks for reading!

I was in college it was My first year in the dorm. Most people knew I was gay but I was not flamboyant and very private. I got along with everyone for the most part and was well liked. I tutored Football players and had lots of girls that’s I hung with.

I was always attracted to  older daddy or mechanic type men. I never really thought of finding a partner and making a life together in a monogamous relationship. In college, I met a man that I began to feel for, and he was madly in love with me. It was him that suggested we have a monogamous, stable type of relationship. I liked him enough that I decided to try it. However before all that I had a active experiences. 

I danced as a professional ballet dancer going into college so was extremely well built. Not big like a jock but ripped and cute, smooth.

The first “wake up” happened in my dorm room.  His name was Frank. He was a guy that had a wife and almost out of college. 

I am sound asleep and my roommate was at his girlfriends.  I hear in my ear. “I know you are gay” as Frank said that I felt his naked muscles holding me pinning me face down from behind. I remember feeling his legs cross mine spreading them apart. Frank was over 6 feet and much larger than me. His dark hairy chest felt nice against my smooth back. His stubby beard tickled as he spead my butt cheeks apart his mouth kissed and nip but me. I melted when his tongue plunged deep inside me.  I feel my legs being pushed ending up with my face in the pillow and on my knees ass up. 

Frank was about 7 inches but extremely thick. He pounded me awhile then flipped me on my back. His trusts were hard and his hands held my shoulders in place. My view was sexy. My smooth chest and trim stomach under his dark hairy chest with a line of hair running over his ripped man’s body. My legs bouncing over his shoulders as he deep shot his load. I remember I could actually feel it fill me inside. After he shot I figured he would be done. Frank held me in bed and he told me that he had always wanted to see what it was like. 

The second wake up was only a week later. This one I wasn’t in my dorm room but had fallen asleep in the gym.  The couch of the football team asked me to come to his office after practice so it was really late and I fell asleep on his office waiting sofa. Coach wakes me and right off I smelled his sweat. He says go into my office.

Coach was not sitting behind his desk but instead next to me. I remember the cold metal school chair. He gave me the players names for study help. Coach then takes off his sweat covers shirt and begins drying his body.  He moved very slowly over his awesome body. I got scared coach was flexing and looking at me strange. I decided I would act like normal and maybe it was my imagination because he was so sexy. Coach tossed his shirt aside, reached into his shorts and removed his cup protector saying. Damn that feels better. I started to get up and leave because I had the players names but as I started to coach moved close so I could stand. He took off his pants standing smelling of sweat and I also smelled his crotch through his jock strap. I looking up saw his face. I knew exactly what he wanted. I blew him and he came fast too.

The next guy was several wake ups and it happened from my roommate. He stayed mostly with his girlfriend but often he would wake me up. He wanted only to suck me off and be fucked in his ass.  Not like a date, little if any talking and he always would pretend it never happened.  23 a trim redneck type country guy.  He had creamy smooth white skin pinkish nipples. Nice defined abdominal muscles and an impressive cock.   The first time he Woke me, I could tell He did not know how to ask for what he wanted. It was cute this guy was scared to death so I took control. I started by touching his lip with my Thumb lightly. “your pretty lips need my care.” When I moved him down to my crotch his eyes light up like Christmas. He was starving for it I just let him suck me. He drained me. As he was coming up off my dick I said. “Sweet now do it better” 

I had 3 football players that asked me to teach them ballet, limbering, and exercising techniques as well as jumping.  Oh, I was a professional ballet dancer and stopped for college. 

The 3 jocks and I got along great, it was in 1984-5 in the Midwest so gay was not accepted. That said other than I knew I was gay most people would forget or ask me if it was a rumor because of my ballet dancing.  

After a few weeks of classes in the gym with the 3 football players, I noticed the biggest of the guys was acting off. After class normally I would leave the gym and go shower at home. The guys would go on to football practice or whatever. Today, let’s call him Eric, didn’t stay at the gym but asked if he could talk with me. He didn’t say anything on the walk to the dorm, just talked about his girlfriend and having a hard time with his science class. I figured he was going to ask for study help which eventually he did. But I could see he had something in his mind.

In my living room, he sat next to me on the couch. I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to shower and he smelled of sweat too. Honestly, it smelled hot and manly. Eric was a huge Viking-looking guy.

After a few minutes, Eric says, “I am going to tell you something and you can’t tell anyone.” “I have been looking at your ass during class.” I said, “ok it’s not a big deal, you know I am gay so wondering about it.” Eric paused then gave me a look I can’t describe but his intentions were clear. He said, “Sure but it is more than that.” I’m scared now. “I want to grab you and do you hard. I feel this way often. I don’t think I am gay. I see you in class. It gets hard but I’m nervous that someone will notice.” Eric told me as he got off the couch and started to pace. I sat still and said nothing. 

Eric walked over and stood right in front of me. He said looking down at me in a deep commanding voice. “You know what is going to happen, you are going to be my bitch, I don’t want you to make a sound and do exactly what I tell you, understand me?”. I nodded.

We showered together and it was awesome. Eric stood 6 feet 2 inches with massive muscles.  His chest was at my eye level as he held and washed me. His manhood was as massive as his body and after showering he put it to good use all night long. He manhandled me very roughly and was a bit abusive. Hot as could be too. 

Eric would make a point of visiting every once in and while.

Two Football players after a big home game win, Tom and Bill came to visit me.

The dorm was loud with noise. All the students were partying in the Halls. My living room was full. I was already drunk and in my bed asleep or I should say trying to sleep.  I hear wake up coming from my locked bathroom door.  I could tell it was the players and they were stars of the game so I unlocked the door.

Bill and Tom smelled of booze but they were not that drunk. They jokingly jostled me around and poured a beer on my head and pushed me into my bed on my back jokingly I didn’t think anything of it until I heard Bill lock the bathroom door. Tom said as he jumped in my bed and sat down, “The team was talking about you, the coach said that the training you gave us helped and wants you to talk to him tomorrow.”. I said I would do that no problem. Bill jumping in bed says, “yes, cool right, you know what else is cool?” As he said that I feel Tom grab me pinning me down so I couldn’t sit up or getaway. Bill was removing his jersey and pants as he told me, “it’s cool that we decided to give you a special treat.” 

I lay on my back, Tom had unzipped and Bill had removed my boxer shorts. Bill’s fingers explored me inside as Tom pulled my legs back and filled my mouth.

They both did remarkably well considering I could tell no experience.

Afterward, I found out that they read in magazines that being raped by a straight guy is every gay man’s dream.  I admit at the time I was made for about 3 minutes but got into it big time.

The next exact scenario happened with different guys. I will describe the basic situations

Late at night, I came alone to visit and it all started with. “I heard you are gay…”

Then said the following:

1. “Please my girlfriend won’t suck me.” 

2. “You’re a fucking cocksucker…come suck this…Dirty slut.”

3. “You like looking at my big dick don’t you? Ok, suck and swallow me, just don’t tell anyone.”

4. “The bitch let’s buy dinner and go dancing…we are making out on the couch and she tells me her husband is coming home.”

5. “I thought about you being gay and got me wondering what it’s like.”

6. “Your ass is hot…you can take all of me?” This one was so big I almost couldn’t and was sore for 3 days after. Yes, it was that big.

7. “I haven’t busted a nut in weeks and I have a little dick I hope you don’t mind.” Yes, very small but he did awesome things with his KISS size tongue.

8. “I admire that you are open about being gay…the other open guys are bullied all the time…I want to come out of the closet but just can’t.”

Number 8 had a name I will always remember Steven. The reason is I became his lover for several years. We had a home together until He joined the Navy. After the Navy, we lived together in California rather than Texas. It ended there.

I went out drinking. I was staggering all over the place, even barfed a little.  But even in my drunken state, I could feel that there was someone near and I turned and the rough guy that I saw in the bar was walking down the street behind me about half a block away. I didn’t give it much thought.

I get to my dorm building. The entrance of the building had a security code that you would have to enter late at night and the security door lets you in. As I’m pushing my code in, I feel that someone’s standing behind me so I turn and there is let’s call him Pete from the bar. He was in a jean jacket and jeans with a white t-shirt kind of looked like he had been working earlier in the day. He was rather handsome, but what got my attention was he smelled. It was not a bad smell at all. It was a cross between motor oil, dirt, and musk. I checked him out better. He was right in front of me and he was built fantastically. You could see every single line across his abdomen of muscles clearly through his shirt. He had dark hair and deep brooding eyes. I had never heard him speak before. He sure as hell wasn’t a student.  his voice was deep and baritone my knees got weak at the sound of it. Pete said, I noticed you at the bar and I thought I’d follow you home and see if you were interested. Being very tipsy. I just said, why not, follow me and so he did.

We got in the elevator and he didn’t say anything. So neither did I. We walked down the hallway, I opened the door we walked in. All of a sudden the door slams closed and I feel his hands on my shoulders. He turns me around very quickly and he plants a very deep kiss on my lips. grabbing the back of my head and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. After that, I did not doubt that I was going to let him do me.

“Take your clothes off and get into bed. On your knees, bitch.

Tonight, I’m going to be inside YOU.” Pete said. I slide down his body looking at his face as I swallowed his huge Cock down. He instantly got rock hard. I could tell that I turned him on. But I think my roommate pretending not to be watching us really turned him on.

He came very soon and I couldn’t believe it. He held me down on his Cock. there was so much to come. It was hot, thick, and salty. It filled my throat and my mouth was running out the side of my lips all over his balls and big dick. Pete ordered me to lick it all up.

Next without a word he picks me up, throws me over. Tightly he grabs my ankles, flips me over on my belly and I feel his hot breath and tongue rammed into my ass. Pete grabs my wrist and puts them behind my back.

“You are going to take my Cock. I am going to fuck you all night.” Pete said as he shoved a finger in my ass. He was not gentle as he said. “Oh yes, I feel your little pussy is nice and tight. I am facing down and my ass is up. On my knees legs apart he has one hand holding my Cock. He squeezes it hard as it hands down. I feel his face as he slides his tongue around and inside my hole.

“You’re going to make me pass out with pleasure. I just wanna be your sex slut.” I said. I read him correctly. Pete replied. “You be a good cunt and I may even come back and fuck you again.”

He definitely was putting on a show for my still faking being asleep roommate. 

I recall the super fit ripped sweaty body using me.  His 10-inch Cock was amazing. and he had a way of physically handling me and ordering me about that made me feel submissive and receptive to any violence while fucking he was doing to me.

I feel his Cock being shoved into me over and over. He moved me all over the bed in every position you could think of, did me on the floor, held me against the wall, even flipped me upside down to suck his Cock while he ate my ass and my legs were over his shoulders. I feel loads of come shooting filling my ass.

Next Pete flips me over on my back end, swallows my dick, and sucks me off. I came quickly and it was so hot. After we were done we took a shower together and Pete and I climbed into my bed and slept till morning. The next morning my head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it due to my hangover

This next one was not like most encounters. Let us call him Tom and I met at a party. 

By this time I had a dorm suite instead of roommate. I had lucked out and offered the university to pay for the space. It meant that I had an office and living room plus a fridge full of beer that they would buy from me. Funny thing was, I was the youngest guy, but had no trouble getting beer.   It was a party for the first football game of the year. The frat house was interested in me, not for sports, but the egghead skills I had. At the party The guy started to get that stunned Look, I have seen many times over the years. Why does the gay guy have all our girls?  They could tell the girls really were enjoying me and I was not coming on to them. Eventually, the guys closed in and started taking part in the conversation. Even with me directly. I hear a whisper in my ear. It’s the head cheerleader. And as you know, she was the Queen bitch of the females and men too.  She said you are just out of the closet. I can tell, I want you to follow me.  I agreed we go to the ice machine. She tells me that she know one of the team players is bisexual, but he is freaked out about it. To me I thought sounds like a setup. I said really Why?  Then she named the most manly guy on the team!  I said okay, you’re screwing with me. She said no, it’s true and leaning in kissed my cheek saying,  He is my brother, he would be perfect for you.   

She and I are talking as he comes over.  He looked me up and down and said you are gay then right? I said yes.  He stood super close in front of me and I came up to his chest. And I looked up at him in his eye. He smiled and said, He’s got balls, and I liked him. Now, let’s get back. So we went to the party. Get this should the quarterback said, Don’t leave this one with your girl alone for long guys. I almost had to beat his ass. But he was cool. When he found out she was taken. I understand at this period of time, it was one thing to be bisexual and other to be gay. The guys all came by to ask how far I got. I told the truth. We were hugging a bit. That’s all the brother Let’s call him Tom. I noticed the cheerleader and the quarterback talking to Tom. I actually got very nervous and uncomfortable. He was a huge man. At the same time, I was excited as hell because that’s exactly the type I like. big broad shoulders super fit body. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable with them have sharing his secret. But then he looked over at me and he got a big grin on his face. Now remember, we’re at a party full of football players. He said, loud, ” I am glad my sister found you. Can we get out of this place? ” 

 It was so very cold as we walked to the football field. Tom put his coat on me. We get to the lockers in the team area. He said I want you to see something in his locker is a picture of a football player. I sent okay. He said look close. I did Holy shit. The kicker looked a lot like me. Fuck, shit, Well, he said as he put my hand on his chest. I remember feeling It was beating very fast and hard. He said I immediately want to come over to you then I saw you were not going to out me. Even with a wink. I knew then I needed to say hello. He said I know you are hurt still. I get that. But nobody will hurt you again. Even if we aren’t for each other. I swear it. I felt odd but kinda safe after I saw in his eyes. Tom saw me more than two. He said, You know I can’t explain it.  We talked he shared all his dreams and he was not that smart but not dumb either. Just enough to enjoy but not enough to get on your nerves. He was charming too. But I noticed one extra special thing. He was a daddy type. One day Tom comes to my room and he said that he wanted me to go with him on spring break. I was sure it would be fun too. So said Heck yes. He took me into my bedroom and made love to me all the rest of that day. I even missed a test over it and his big body was always on top of me in one way or another. He did not found me. He was huge and gentle always. But he also never wore out. I knew I had to buy one of those donuts shaped pillows to sit on if I was going to be with him often on spring break. We did not party like I thought Tom has gotten us a boat and we were alone the whole time. It was awesome.

bookstore visit.  I had never been to an adult bookstore. But I passed one almost every day when I walked home from off campus, I decided to go check it out. I go in and I walk into the back and I get in a little booth and I put quarters in the machine and watch a really, really poorly done video. There was a hole connecting my booth to the one next to it. I’m not completely ignorant. I knew what the hole was for. I just hadn’t noticed it before now. I only noticed it now because there was someone looking through it. When he saw me, he disappeared. As I was getting ready to put my dig through the hole. There was a knock at my door. I was able to reach the door from the bench I was sitting on, so I didn’t even bother to get up to answer it. When I opened it, the guy from the next booth came in and pulled his dick out. I was confused. This was all wrong. I didn’t expect him to have his dick out for me to suck. He was supposed to suck my dick. But I didn’t stay confused for long. Because he wordlessly grabbed the back of my head and stuck his dick right in my face. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. Then before I realized what I was doing, I lean forward and took his big dick in my mouth. Once it was in, he wasn’t gentle about it things. He had his hand on the back of my head as he repeatedly rammed his monster dig into my mouth and halfway down my throat. It had to have been about nine inches. I kept gagging and choking and had tears running down my face and could barely breath but he didn’t care. He just kept ramming his thick dick into my mouth until finally he held my head close to his body with his dick jammed down my throat. When I felt his shaft start pulsating, I knew that he was using my mouth as a warm come rag. With a muffled groan. He released all of his seed into my mouth. After I swallowed, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Then as I knelt there watching, he casually put it back in his pants, zipped up and walked out without even a thank you. I was kind of freaked out at what I did. So I decided to leave. In the parking lot. I started to open my car door I turned my head and a big stocky guy with a nasty layer on his face was walking towards me. As he walked up, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. I couldn’t believe how big his dick was. He was very proud of it, too, because when he got in front of me, he pushed me down to my knees and held it up in front of my face so that I could admire it. I was freaking out that we were outside in the back parking lot. But my attention soon got drawn to that big dick. It was about eight or nine inches long as big around as a coke bottle and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. Not only did the crude guy have a big fine dick, but he also obviously liked to get it sucked. As I looked up at him in fear, he gave me a nasty sneer and ordered me to open your mouth boy. His Dick was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost shocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full. He was such an animal that he grabbed him why here and held my head in place while he pumped his huge dig in and out of my mouth. As he fucked me. He snarled. Suck my dick, you little faggot. As I sucked his dick, he moaned and alternately called me a queer. I slot a faggot, and a dick sucker. Right before he got ready to come. His digs swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His come came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that comes out of both corners of my mouth. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of come, but until I licked his dick clean enough for him to put away. Then he stood me up, reach around behind me and he rammed his finger in my ass rough and hard. He told me that he wants to be there next week. I didn’t go there next week. But to tell you the truth, I was awfully tempted.

[6 June 1972, Tues]. Woke up at 7:00 am refreshed and sporting a jerking , throbbing hard-on courtesy of a dream involving The Lone Ranger and Red Ryder with me as the bottom bank robber.

I went down to the kitchen and started coffee brewing. When i turned around I bumped into Mr. Drake, who put his hands on my ass and slapped my right ass cheek. He went to the coffee counter and turned to face me. “Do me a favor.”

It wasn’t a favor. And it wasn’t a request. My dick jerked, “yes, Mr. Drake.”

He dropped his pajama bottom and stroked his hard 9″ cock. “C’mon.”

Mr. Drake, Uncle Mitch’s boss, was 43, 5 ft 6 inches, with a stocky build, short slicked back black hair, and a trimmed moustache. He had average body hair, small balls and 9 inches of cock.

I went over, dropped to my knees and sucked his balls for a couple minutes. Then I looked up at him and, when I had his attention, I took almost half of his cock into my mouth and started sucking it at a steady pace.

I heard Saikawa-san coming downstairs and wondered if he was going to join in. But then Mr. Drake held my head still and fucked my mouth and a couple minutes later blew a large load of cum into my mouth and throat. Mr. Drake asked Saikawa-san if he “want[ed] some”] but Saikawa-san demurred, ruffled my hair and said, ” ask me again tonight.”

I cleaned up while Mr. Drake made breakfast and I gave him my schedule while he drove me to school.

I had Mr. Anderson’s function from 11:00 am to 6:00 pm. Then Mr. Janus would pick me up and deliver me to Mr. Collier for my part time assistant position. That would be over at 10:00 pm.

Mr. Collier and I would likely go for a couple drinks and home by 01:00 or 02:00 am.

Mr. Drake dropped me off at school minutes early and I got surrounded by a dozen or so new “friends” wanting to know if I was going to have the car [a candle apple red Mustang] prom night.

My answer, that I didn’t know yet, lead to stammering attempts at conversation and quick departures. [I wasn’t unpopular at school; we all just had our own cliques, and the car clique wasn’t mine.]

At 10:45 I was called into the vice principal’s office, where Mr. Janus was waiting for me. Mr Graham gave me a copy of my absence request and I thanked him and told him I’d be ln fresh tomorrow.

Mr. Janus left the room and Mr.Graham touched the small of my back and said “and our meeting in Mr.Gull’s office after school tomorrow, 3:15 sharp.” He brushed my ass lightly, “correct?”

I said yes and that I was looking forward to it, then left with Mr.Judas. He had a gold and white caddy that smelled almost brand new.

A couple minutes into the drive he asked if Mr. Anderson had told him the changed rules.

He hadn’t.

He smiled, “Gold tag daddies, who donate over $25,000 today, get to party with our boys this afternoon.

“And the lunch and reception are at Mr. Anderson’s home, due to the nature of the beast.” He squeezed my thigh, “and if anyone asks about anything but dancing and sex, just smile and play dumb and horny.”

And, at 11:00 om the nose, we pulled up to the curb at…

MR. TED ANDERSON’S HOUSE

60 men, 16 boys [18+]

Mr. Anderson greeted us at the door, smiling. “Happy to see you, Val, as always. The presentation went early, and they’re filled in their donation cards. Lunch is being served so expect guests to start coming down around 11:45.

“Two of the other boys arrived a couple minutes ago. I’m having a second counts done, but the current GOLD DADDY count is 42. After lunch the non-GOLD DADDIES will leave, so you won’t have to check anyone. The two bedrooms are available for the guests’ pleasures, and so are the dining, game, study and living rooms.”

Mr. Janus took me upstairs and into locker room. I picked out a 4-digit locker number I’d remember–my birthday–and he had me stripped in under 3 minutes.

Three of the four mini showers were in use. Mr. Janus tapped on the mini-1.glass. “Gentlemen, you should have showered at home. These are meant for quick showers as needed.”.

After i rinsed he patted me semi dry, applied fresh antiperspirant and deodorant and spritzed cologne at my collars, pits, navel, pubic hair and ass.

Then he helped me dress in a black jockstrap, black collar, deck shoes and red cravat because it was quicker to deal with than a tie or bowtie.

He chained a black clutch purse around my hips. “For tips. You’ll also get a bonus envelope. I have to go upstairs. Smile into the mirror then go.”

I looked, smiled at who I saw and stepped onto the landing.

And directly into the arm of 62-year-old Sir Alfred Jonathan Peterman, who was also just stepping down to the landing.

Sir Alfred smiled, slipped his hand down to my ass, and said “my, oh my! Fresh out of the shower.”. He guided me down the stairs and to a side wall and told me, “I’ll wait in the living room. Glenfiddich, twist of lemon and whatever you want. How many are you allotted?”

I said one every other hour.

He patted my ass hard and said, “the bar is in the kitchen”.

When I returned to the living room, I found him standing by an armchair, shirt opened, talking to a chubby, bald middle-aged man who was wearing a black pencil-line moustache. Sir Alfred introduced this man [who creeped me out a little] as Thomas Forntenier.

Sir Alfred sipped his drink, nodded and led us, all three of us, in a silent toast . Forntenier said, “just browsing. You don’t mind, Sir Alfred?”

Sir Alfred pushed me, gently, down to sit on the front edge of the armchair. “Not at all, Mr. Forntenier. You may see something to investigate more thoroughly in future.”

He clasped my right hand and used it to open his slacks. “Take my slacks down and you’ll have a nice surprise, my pretty boy.”

He wasn’t exaggerating 😃!

KEN A’S LIVING ROOM

Sir Alfred Jonathan Peterman

SIR ALFRED JONATHAN PETERMAN was 62, 6 ft 4 inches, had a fit build, white hair brushed back, a thick but carefully trimmed moustache, light body hair and spade [♠ ] shaped trimmed pubic hair with a slightly thick 10″ cock.

I took his slacks down and felt the thick bulge straining in his briefs. I licked the cotton separating my mouth from his cock and balls.

He pushed my face against his crotch, holding my head firmly in place for nearly a minute. Then we both pulled down his briefs to the murmurs of admiration from the group of a dozen or so viewers we’d drawn.

I held Sir Alfred’s cock, like a Polish sausage, in one hand, licking and kissing it until he patted my cheek and told me to “go ahead suck it. And you will swallow. “

I started to say yes , but he shoved his cock into my mouth and said “it’ll take longer next time. For the moment just you concentrate on my prick.”

I started sucking his cock in earnest, keeping a steady but not rapid pace. Sir Alfred put his right hand in my hair and started controlling my bobbing to and fro.

Mr. Forntenier licked his thumb and forefinger and gently rubbed my nipple, then began pinching, twisting and rubbing and teasing it to erection.

Sir Alfred held my head still and fucked my mouth. He looked down at me and smiled. “You are very pretty, young man.” he pushed his cock into my throat. “Oh, my yes. Yes, that is so good, and so full of potential.”

He held my head tight, withdrew from my throat and, a moment later, started, slowly, fucking my mouth.

Mr. Forntenier took a lube tube out of his jacket pocket and, a few seconds later, two of his thick smooth fingers were lubing and stretching my hole.

Sir Alfred withdrew and jerked off for a couple minutes, then grunted and shot a big cum load into my mouth and throat. He smiled. “Open your mouth wide as you can.”

A middle-aged man came over, fastening his pants , greeted Mr. Forntenier and was in turn greeted as Nick [Nicholas Chade]

I held my mouth opened wide and Sir Alfred jerked three more good-sized streams of cum into my mouth.

He ruffled my hair, said “I shall definitely be seeking you out again” and went off to clean up.

Mr. Forntenier whispered to one of the boys and gave him a bill.

Two men [the Hammer brothers ] who had been massaging and stroking their partially erect cocks, put their arms around mine and pulled and carried me out of the room.

BROCK HAMMER was in his early 30’s, 6 ft, dark brunette and rough around the edges. Very well built with 8 inches and average, shaved, balls.

OSKAR HAMMER was in his early 30’s, 5 ft 7″, with light brunette hair. He was a little rough looking but much less so than brother, Brock. Well built, but less muscular than Brock, with 6 inches and good-sized shaved balls.

They took me into…

KEN A’S DINING ROOM

Brock and Oscar Hammer, OAK, Terry Bonner, Mcnight, Jericho, Big Brad, Edwin Twyne, Kent and Wang.

A dozen men were talking, two of them fondling and flirting with a service boy named Rose. The Hammer brothers stood me against the table facing it, slapped my ass, and said “let’s liven up this party, Fräulein.”

He took a jar of lube off a shelf, stood beside me, cupped my jockstrap pouch and thoroughly prepped my ass.

Mr. Forntenier came in with his scotch and a White Russian for me. He handed it to me, and I chugged it and thanked him. He drank and kissed me and said “I have a little something to look over, so i have to go. But I’ll give you a fucking you’ll remember the next chance I get”. Then he joined Mr. Chade and they left.

Brock told Oskar to go first and told me to bend over, “belly on the table and pretty ass in the air.”

I did, wiggling my ass to cheers and soft applause.

A stocky 50-some guest [who I found out later was a Caucasian-Japanese nicknamed OAK] with full gray hair, a white goatee and a 10 inch, slightly thick, cock said “I’m next! ” And Brock said “Oskar, then me, then you sir.” He went to the opposite side of the table and grasped my wrists. “Then…who knows? Fräulein Val looks very, very horny to me”

Oskar grabbed my ass and kicked my legs wide apart.

One of the guests suggested a spit roast party. Brock shook his head. “We mustn’t confuse our hot little slut, hm? Next time.”

Oskar spread my hole, slid his 6-inch cock into me and started fucking me at a quick, steady pace.

Nine more men and four service boys came into the room. The two with Rose went into the living room.

A few more minutes and Oskar withdrew and shot a large load over my ass and lower back.

Brock handed the duty of holding my wrists to Oak and said, “keep it a quickie, men, as a courtesy to the next guy! “

Oskar stepped out of the way and asked a service boy for a Bud and a White Russian. Then he announced “and so it goes, with our pretty, fuckalicious bottom slut, her delicious ass trembling with need!

“And your own handsome and sexy Oskar, with his 6-inch cock, has had the pleasure of leading the way! Next up is Brock and his no-nonsense 8-inch joy log!”

Brock fondled my ass cheeks roughly for a few seconds, lubed his cock lightly, slapped my ass and filled my fuckhole with his throbbing prick.

He gave me 5 slow, teasing strokes-in to the hilt and out to his cockhead–then thrust it in and continued to fuck, but in short, quick strokes.

The service boy returned with Oskar’s order. Oskar raised the White Russian and said, “for our lovely, eager and so willing slutboy!”

Brock reached under me and pinched and twisted my nipples, slowing his thrusts for a couple minutes. I pushed my hips back as he pushed his cock in. Then he suddenly withdrew and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.

He ran his hands down my sides and down to my ass and spread my ass cheeks.

Oak said “let’s go, man”

Brock thrust his cock into me and fucked me in quick, short strokes.

Oak gave the wrist-holding duties to another and went to the other side of the table. He opened his slacks and started massaging his cock.

Brock gripped my shoulders, bent over me, chest against my back and cried out as he filled me with a huge load.

Brock slapped my ass and went to clean up.

Oak lubed his slightly thick 10″ cock and jerked off for a couple minutes then shoved it into my hole and fucked me steady at first, then quick and hard.

The man holding my wrists, Terry, handed me off to another, then came to the other side. He pushed his slacks and briefs down and lubed his 7″ cock.

Oak pumped my ass for another five minutes then suddenly moaned loudly and withdrew his spurting cock and shot a monster load on my ass and lower back.

Terry Bonner spent a couple minutes rimming me before he got down to fucking me. The remaining 6, each announced by Brock were:##

Mr.Mcnight, thick 9″ [who also rimmed me before fucking me], Jericho 6″, Big Brad, thick 10″, Edwin Twyne, thick 5.5″, Kent slim 9″ and Mr. Wang, 10″.

Mr. Anderson watched the last two then helped me get up and said, “quick shower and…do you want a break?”

I said no; that the shower would do it.

So, he went up with me and, after i showered, helped me into a black and turquoise version of the outfit and we went back to the action.

I went around to the guests, asking if they were enjoying themselves. I got kisses from everyone I spoke to , around half of them probing my mouth and ears.

And along with all that kissing, sloppy and not as sloppy, and fondling of my ass, and goosing me I also gave out 6 blowjobs [finishing the last just as Mr. Janus came to get me.]

This night was far from over! 😆

I went upstairs and showered, dressed and left both uniforms in the laundry basket.

Downstairs, Mr.Anderson gave me $50 and, out of my tip box, $460. That and the $340 from my purse gave me $850 for the afternoon. [We had been promised $30 as base for the afternoon. When the party was moved to Mr.Anderson’s home from a hotel suite the possibility of sexual contact increased. So, then, did the base pay.]

. Janus and I had a burger king dinner after which he took me to…

MR. COLLIER’S STUDIO

Mr. Collier, Mr.Nick Masters

Once we arrived, at 7:15, Mr. Collier took Mr. Janus aside and started to whisper to him.

They stopped suddenly and Mr.Collier told me, without turning to face me, that I’d find an outfit in the first dressing cubicle. I went back and changed into

…well

….girl’s clothing!

There was an A-cup bra and satin panties, both red, nude color pantyhose , a flowered black blouse and knee-length black skirt. Oh…and a shoulder-length blonde wig.

I started undressing and was down to my jeans when I heard the door open and close. Several men spoke for a minute , then Mr. Judas left and Mr.Collier came back to help me dress.

“Anything wrong?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

He opened my jeans and yanked them down, “get the rest off, huh? One of the boys is causing problems. Mr.Janus is resolving it.”

I stepped out of my clothes, and asked, “I thought he worked for Mr.Anderson?”

‘No, he’s a talent agent.” he fondled my ass and looked at me. I must have had a worried look because he chuckled, “no I didn’t put a hit out on him.”. He laughed, ” Mr.Janus owns his contract “. He fondled my ass again, then gave me a black thong and helped snug it up to cover my genitals.

The hose was next, then bra, with falsies’, panties, blouse and skirt. He put red lipstick on me, and brushed my hair back, replacing the right part with a center.

“Hot. Now sway on out behind me and no speaky. I’ll do the talking.”

When we entered the lobby Mr.Nick Masters, who we had met Sunday, 4 June at BLUE, a gay men’s club and bar, came over from the guests seating area. He was studying me the whole time.

NICK MASTERS was 38, 6 ft 5 inches, with an athletic build, black business cut hair, average body hair and chest hair, full pubic hair with a slightly thick 9″ cock and average balls.

“Yum. The little lady has a lot of hidden potential.” he clasped my biceps and kissed me lightly at first then, without breaking it, more roughly. He pushed his tongue into me, and I opened my mouth and sucked it for a few seconds.

Mr. C whispered, “break it”, and I broke the kiss. He turned to Mr.Masters and introduced me as Val, and asked him, “So you wanted to fuck Val 2 days ago but not tonight?”

Mr. took a better look. “That’s the guy you had in the boy’s room Sunday…? It sure is. But no, I was a little drunk. I’ll be happy to fuck the hell out of her, but not on film. I even asked my agent if I could just do nudes and he said no.”

Mr. Collier sighed, “I wish you’d called. I’ve got an empty spot I could have used. And Val lost 3 hours cocktailing.” Mr. Masters shrugged and Mr. C asked, “Would you consider doing a hard-core shoot with Val if you could wear a balaclava with eye holes?”

Mr.Masters showered while I made a double scotch rocks for him and a White Russian for me. I left the balaclava and a black jockstrap and went up front.

We used one of the bedroom sets and Mr. Collier shot 40 photos of:

Burglar stripped to balaclava, jockstrap and black shirt [removing shirt] and Val cowering on bed.

Val laying on bed, head over the side, Burglar stripped to balaclava, his semi-hard cock in Val’s mouth.

Val on knees, sucking burglar’s 9″ cock and his balls , burglar’s balaclava on.

Val on elbows and knees, skirt around waist, panties around knees, burglar stripped to balaclava, cock lubed, tearing Val’s pantyhose and fucking to finish.

And a couple with Val wearing bra, skirt around waist, no thong, torn panties around ankles, lipstick smeared, and cock and balls exposed. In both Val leaning sideways across the bed, right arm supporting himself and legs spread wide.

Mr. C put the camera and tripod aside and turned the set lights off. “those’ll go into both your folder and his.”. He waved me toward him, “get these things off and– “

And the entry doorbell sounded.

He said, “hold that thought” and went up front.

I sat on the bedside and took the hose off, then waited for him to return.

He returned a couple minutes later, calling over his shoulder “just help yourself to the liquor”. Without skipping a beat, he removed the bra and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into me and getting his slacks opened.

I licked and sucked his tongue for less than a minute. Then he withdrew and sucked, kissed and licked my left ear.

I glanced over when I heard ice clinking in a filled glass, and saw Mr. Frank Diamond standing around 2 feet away, watching,

Mr. C pulled me to my feet and took the skirt off and tossed it on the bed.

I stretched, then wiggled my ass and asked, “am I about to get fucked by both you handsome gentlemen, Mr.Collier?”

Mr, C said “not yet.”

Mr, Diamond drank, smiled, “impertinent little slut. But he’s pretty enough to slide by on looks and the very sloppy ass-kissing.”

Mr. Collier took me across the aisle to the sofa Mr. Diamond was standing by and leaned me forward over the left arm.

JEFF COLLIER was in his mid-fifties, 5 ft 6 inches, slim with wiry muscles and a coppery tan. He was rough-looking [he looked like a Marine], had dark blonde hair, a trimmed moustache, light body hair, a trace of chest hair with a 6.5″ cock and average balls.

I glanced at Mr. Diamond and, quickly, down at his crotch. He said, softly and a little amused, “that’s a bit better”.

Mr. Collier pushed 2 lubricated fingers into my asshole and lubed and stretched it. He spread my ass cheeks and held them for a few seconds, teasing. Then he shoved his cock into my hole and after a few slow strokes, grabbed my left shoulder and fucked me hard and fast.

Mr. Diamond sat, fished an ice cube out of his drink and put it, and two fingers, into my mouth.

Mr. Collier slowed down a little to a smooth, steady fucking. And it took a few tries, but we got our movements synced.

Mr. Diamond drank, then leaned forward and kissed me, sliding two ice cubes into my mouth. We passed them back and forth until they melted. Then we sucked tongues until Mr. Collier grunted, “Mmhm yeah baby, fucking sweet!”

I stopped moving, Mr C sped up.

Mr. Diamond finished his drink and Mr. Collier withdrew and splashed a big load all over my ass.

I took a shower while Mr. Collier cleaned up at the sink. Then i dressed and we left at a little after 10:00 pm for…

9 BALLS.

Mr. Collier told me to get drinks and join them at the pool table. I headed over to Ronnie, at the bar, but stopped when I heard someone call me. I looked around and looked again and the second time . Mr. Kenneth Anderson stood up and waved me over to a table in a darker corner of the bar.

I looked at the pool table–the men were talking and laughing –shrugged and went to join him.

Or them, actually.

I joined them but remained standing. Kenneth stood and introduced Arthur Schop, Col John Brackett, and Sgt Steven Gordon [aka SARGE].

ARTHUR SCHOP was in his 30s, 5’11”, slim and athletic. He was a short haired brunette with a thin moustache, shaved body hair, trimmed pubic hair, a 9.5″ cock, and average balls.

COL JOHN BRACKETT was 51, 6 ft 3″ fit and toned. He had black hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair, bronze tan, a thick 9″ cock, and big balls.

“SARGE” STEVEN GORDON was 46, 5 ft 7″ 236, bald with a muscular build. He had a full black moustache, no body hair, trimmed pubic hair, a 10″ cock and shaved balls.

Mr.Anderson put his hand on my ass and suggested I join them. I told him I was with Mr. Collier.

He caressed my ass, “And daddy still won’t let you party by yourself?”

I tried to step back, but he pulled me against him and kissed me. After about 30 seconds I opened my mouth and he shovel his tongue into it.

We kissed for about two minutes [basically until I squirmed against him], then he released me and smiled, “that came out wrong. He tends to treat some of his boys…overprotectively. My apologies”.

I said no problem, told him we were with clients and said I’d make a date before we left. i got the drinks and brought them over to Mr. Collierr, Mr.Diamondd and a tall, blonde man who looked familiar whose name I couldn’t place.

I raised my eyebrows at Mr.Collier and he came over and put an arm around my shoulders. “You remember Herr Richter, val.”. The German looked me over carefully, then smiled. “Edgard Richter von Köln. Herr Richter. I remember you well, young man.”

After introductions, we played doubles pool with me and Mr. Diamond v Misters Collier and Richter. Mr. Diamond and I won [he was an excellent player].

We swapped partners and Herr Richter and I took a dive.

And Mr. Collier collected my jeans [leaving me with deck shoes, jockstrap and a translucent pink shirt that hung a couple inches past my crotch] and told me to get refills.

I asked if he minded me talking to Kenneth Anderson for a few minutes. He patted my ass and told me to go ahead, “you don’t need to ask permission unless we’re on business.”

I thanked him and excused myself and went over to Kenneth Anderson’s table. He remained seated but caressed my bare ass and said, “now you’re just being a prick tease.” He let that sit for a few seconds, then smiled.

I pressed against him and told him I was available Wednesday, 21 June, all night long.

He asked the others , who all agreed it was good. He’d call me at 6:00 pm and pick me up at around 7:00.

So, I got refills and went back to the pool table, swaying my hips slowly.

We wound up at a little after 11:00 pm and left. I left with Mr. Collier Herr Richter with Mr. Diamond.

MR. DIAMOND’S HOUSE

Mr. Diamond, Mr.Collier, Herr Edgard Richter von Köln

We parked inside the garage and, after Mr. C took a couple poppers out of the glove compartment and closed the garage door, I began stripping. Once I was down to my jockstrap l went inside to the kitchen , where Mr.Collier was waiting for me.

He kissed me and fondled my ass for a few seconds , then gave me the drinks orders [gin tonic for him and Mr.Diamond, a tall vodka tonic for Herr Richter and my usual White Russian] and went into the living room.

By the time I prepped the drinks and brought them into the living room , Misters Collier and Diamond were naked and Herr Richter was down to a black and green jockstrap.

I put the tray on the coffee table, beside a medium sized jar of lubricant and 4 poppers and put my drink on a coaster.

I gave Mr Collier his drink, then Mr. Diamond and finally gave Herr Richter his vodka tonic.

He sipped it and said “Very good. Danke schon” I said “bitte”. He told me to kiss him.

FD’S LIVING ROOM

Herr Richter

I kissed him, opening my mouth, and he slipped his tongue into me. He held my head, immobile, and kissed me for five minutes. Then he broke the kiss and told me “My tits”.

I licked and sucked his nipples for a couple of minutes. Then he pushed my shoulder and head down, “and now the pouch of my jock strap.”. He spread his legs wide.

Mr. Diamond pushed two lube covered fingers into me and lubricated and stretched my asshole.

I covered Herr Richter’s 9-inch cock with his jockstrap pouch and licked, then sucked it.

Mr. Diamond kept stretching and finger-fucking my hole.

Herr Richter grasped my shoulder, “sehr gut…very good.” he pushed me back a little and pulled his jockstrap down to his ankles.

Mr. Diamond stood up and went over to chat with Mr. Collier.

Herr Richter moved forward and told me to have a drink. We toasted, both of us finishing our drinks. Herr Richter patted my cheek, “now, come along and be my party doll” he smiled, “and suck my cock all night”.

I took about half his cock into my mouth and bobbed, slowly, up and down.

Mr. Collier and Mr. Diamond took the glasses to the kitchen.

Herr Richter ran his hands through my hair and pumped his hips slowly. I sucked him for around 5 minutes, then he stopped me and invited Mr. Diamond to join him.

Mr. Diamond called from the kitchen to “go ahead, Edgard. We’ll be a few minutes.”

Herr Richter lubed his cock and pushed it about halfway up my hole. He fucked me on my hands and knees for around 5 minutes, then pushed down my shoulders and head and, holding my shoulders, fucked me faster…

Mr. Collier entered with Mr. Diamond, saying “…first two will be school locker room 75 minutes each, set up for peeps and home projectors “.

Herr Richter withdrew and told me “On your back now, quick. “. I rolled over and he knelt, left thigh bracing my back so I was sitting up. He stroked his cock rapidly.

Mr. Diamond lubed his cock and asked Mr. C if he wanted to share. Mr. Collier smirked and said “of course. I don’t get nearly enough of that hot slut.”

Herr Richter grunted, held me by the hair and hissed “aah…yesss” and shot a huge wad across my face and partly up my nose.

He shot a few more wads, chuckling, , then wiped his cock across my chest. He fondled my cock and balls and kissed my lips. “Very hot babe. I’ll see you again. Soon.”

He went to clean up and Mr. Diamond led me to a second-floor bathroom. He waited and walked me back to the living room, hand firmly on my ass.

When we returned, there were two White Russians on the coffee table. Mr. Collier handed me one of them and told me to “drink it down, “

I drank it, handed it back to him and wiggled my ass at Mr. Diamond. Mr. Collier asked if I wanted the other and I smiled at him, closed lipped, looked at his semi hard cock and nodded. I was a little to say “yes” when Mr.Diamond slapped my ass.

I let out a high “eep!”, which got chuckles out of the three men.

Mr. Collier fed me the second White Russian, put the glass on the coffee table and said, “hands and knees, sugarbabe.”.

Mr. Diamond lubricated his cock lightly, nudged it into my hole, shoved it halfway in and started fucking me.

Mr. Collier raised my head and tapped my lips with his semi-hard cock. I opened my mouth and took his cock almost completely.

Mr. Diamond thrust his cock up my ass.

And both counted “1 2 3” and on three started fucking me on both ends.

Herr Richter moved closer, sat back on the sofa and sipped his drink. He had a curious smile that I could only wonder about.

Around ten minutes later, Mr. Diamond shortened and sped up his thrusts.

Mr. Collier withdrew his cock and, holding my chin, jerked off.

A couple minutes later, Mr. Diamond withdrew his cock and shot a big cumload across my ass and up my spine.

And Mr. Collier shot a load across my face.

Mr. Diamond covered my ear with his mouth and licked it and breathed “you hot little bitch.”

He pinched and twisted my nipples, then went to clean up. Mr. Collier brushed at my hair and said, “tonics for me and Mr. Diamond, refill for Herr Richter and” “And instant coffee for me.” I said, smiling.

I got everything and Herr Richter had me riding his left thigh, feeding him his drink while I drank my coffee.

We left at around 1:30 and Mr. Collier dropped me off a little after 2:00. He reminded me we had loop scripts to go over. We agreed on the 9th at 4:30.

The first-floor lights were all off, but the 2nd floor hallway was lit. I was starting into the kitchen when Mr. Drake, wearing a bathrobe, appeared at the top of the stairs. “That you, Val?”

I said yes and asked, “do you want nightcaps?”

“For three. You, me and Raizo. Put on one of the EASTERN MEN / WESTERN BOYS [18+].super-8s I picked up.”

It took 10 minutes or so to set up, then I unbuttoned my shirt. I stopped halfway down, as Mr. Drake entered, naked and massaging his hard 9″ cock.

He strode to me, kissed me and roughly opened my jeans.

Saikawa-san entered, wearing only white briefs, and joined us. He kissed and licked my neck and collar. Mr. Drake licked my throat and tried to push my jeans down past my ass, but I held them up.

Saikawa-san opened my shirt and said, “hold his arms tightly”. He caressed my squirming ass. Mr. Drake held my arms [not very tightly]. Saikawa-san grabbed the back of my jeans and jock and yanked them down.to my knees.

He whistled, “what e great ass, Leo.”. He fondled my ass roughly.

Mr. Drake said, “get him on his knees”.

I struggled only a little, too tired to get into it much but too horny to beg off. So when they got me down, and Mr. Drake tapped my lips with his cock, I opened my mouth and started sucking it.

I heard a cap being unscrewed and my dick jerked out a little jizz.

Mr. Drake said “Hand me my drink, Raizo.”. He pushed his cock a little deeper into my throat…and a little more…

Saikawa-san handed Mr. Drake his drink and grabbed a white plastic bowl labeled LUBE XXX.

And I couldn’t do it. I patted Mr. Drake’s thigh. He withdrew, Saikawa-san held the bowl and I spit about 4 ounces of saliva into it.

Mr. Drake finished his drink, spoke softly to Saikawa-san and they turned me belly down.

Mr. Drake removed my jeans, jockstrap and shoes. Saikawa-san lubed me, then held my arms behind me.

Mr. Drake shoved his cock deep into my ass and started fucking me hard and fast. He kept the same tempo for ten minutes, then withdrew and moved in front of me. “Switch to knees and elbows, that’s my hot babe”. He stroked his cock faster and, just as I raised my head, shot a big load across my face.

Saikawa-san lubed up, straddled my calves and shoved his thick 8″ cock up my ass.

Mr. Drake held my hair and shot another two streaks of jizz across my forehead and into my hair.

Saikawa-san fucked me in quick, short strokes and in a little more than 10 minutes blew a huge load into me. He kept fucking me, whispering in Japanese, and shot a few more streams of jizz before withdrawing.

I stripped and we finished our drinks. Saikawa-san kissed me. Mr. Drake patted my ass and we all said good night.

I managed a quick shower and crashed, excited and anticipating tonight’s [it was, now, 3:00 am] visit to the Compound East.

Til next time 😁!

Val

Story dedicated to Andy Bell

(Erasure band’s singer)

The white seagulls make mournful noises. They fly overhead and drop with the wind with an amazing speed and grace. I look overhead and notice many of them flying aimlessly. They’re not searching for food nor mating, I think. They appear to be just ‘strolling’ around for a change of ‘air.’

Suddenly I feel alive again. I stand up and feel the tiny round pebbles piercing the soles of my feet. Though they’re hurting me I don’t care. I rush back to where I’d left my things. I gather my things in my canvas bag. Just then I see the bus coming in the distance. I wave and run, for they don’t come here often. It stops. I climb it as fast as I can and pay the fare to the sleepy and sweaty bus conductor. Then I put my sandals and T-shirt on while still catching my breath. My feet still hurt, but I feel relieved to be seated. Just then I notice this man sitting beside me. I quickly glance at his bulgy small shorts, strong hairy legs, and medium belly. He is wearing a white shirt open at his chest; it reveals his forest of hair. Nice!

“Look how breathless I am from just running a bit! I guess I’m not used to running anymore.”

“If you’re feeling breathless from running such a short distance, just imagine me at my old age!” He gives me a handsome and welcoming smile. He doesn’t look old to me. “Besides, bus drivers hate retired people when they see us!” He emphasizes his last line and stares at the bus conductor and the driver. They in turn smile back to him.

“You’re right. I’m terribly out of shape. Need to exercise more.” I look out the dirty window and see people still swimming and fishing at the distance.

“Do you come often to Guarapiranga Dam?” He asks.

“Well, yes. I’ve just learned about this lovely place recently. And you? By the way, I’m Ken.”

“I’m Mauro.” We shake hands. “I usually come here on Sundays in the afternoon. I prefer to come here by bus instead of driving.” He says while wiping his sweaty forehead. We reach the main avenue and about ten minutes later, the driver slams on the brakes and stops abruptly, followed by the crashing noise.

“Oh, dear! What happened?” Mauro stands up. “I think we’ve just ran over a motor biker.”

“That’s terrible! I hope the ambulance will be here soon.” People gather around the fallen man. I look back and notice another bus. “Hey, we can take that bus, which goes the same way. Let’s go!” I turn to the driver. “Hey, driver! Open this door! I’m not going to spend the rest of the afternoon watching accidents on the road!” The door opens. “Good, let’s get that bus!” We get off and board the other bus.

“Looks like your bus ran over a biker, uh?” The bus conductor of the other bus says.

“It had to happen. We were at such high speed and those bikers ride quite recklessly. Anyway, the ambulance, well, it should have arrived. I wonder what’s keeping them.” This time I turn around to look for an ambulance. “Have you seen any ambulances around?”

“No. Only the police. And lots of passersby around the victim.” Mauro answers. He’s perspiring a lot. No wonder, this bus has no air-conditioning.

“Boy, it’s surely hot in here.” I simply remove my T-shirt and dry my head and neck with it. “If the bus was moving, we’d get fresh air coming. Man, look at the traffic!”

“It’s going to be a long bus ride, eh?” Mauro says, while wiping his bald head with a small handkerchief.

“With this traffic, all we’ve got to do is wait. And it’s just a Saturday afternoon!” I try to open the window but it won’t go. Mauro tries it too but it won’t move an inch either. And Mauro is a strong man let me tell you. He sits back and also removes his white shirt. I gasp as I see his hairy body.

“This is all we need now. Hey, driver! This window is jammed!” The bus conductor comes and tries to open.

“It won’t go. I’m sorry. Otherwise you’ll break it.” He turns his back to us.

“Look, they’re selling bottled water on the street!” I shout at the street seller and the boy who is carrying a large Styrofoam box comes. “Boy, here! I want two bottles!” I offer him the money and take the water bottles from a neighbor’s window. “Here, this is for you.” I hand Mauro a bottle.

“Oh, thanks, Ken. I really needed that!” He smiles. Lovely cute smile!

“You’re welcomed. Now we can bear this heat better. Here, to our safe return home.” We toast. Suddenly the bus begins to move again.

During our bus ride, Mauro is quite reticent and says little. I guess older guys are like that. They like to hear what younger guys say. In any case, he’s a good listener and a hot “daddy.” He’s single and is about to retire from university, where he teaches business. I tell him I work part-time at a make-shift studio, where we make copies of books, print-outs, banners, develop photos for weddings, etc. And in the evening, I try to earn some extras teaching English to private students. By the end of the month, after handing most of my earnings to my aunt, I barely have enough to eat a burger.

The bus finally arrives at the subway station, where we get off and take the subway. Mauro has to go the opposite way so we shake hands. I stare at this handsome hairy daddy disappear among the crowd. I really hope to meet him again tomorrow at the dam, if possible.

On the following day, in the middle of the afternoon I get off the bus in the same spot that I was yesterday. I walk over the pebbles and find a nice spot. I spread my towel and put my bag of stuff on. I drink some coke and stare at the blue horizon. Nice!

Barely have I started to put some sunscreen on my arms and hairy legs, I see Mauro at the distance. My heart skips a beat and I smile. It’s got to be him. I would recognize his baldhead a mile away! I wave to him. He’s wearing an Adidas red Speedo with two white stripes on the side. I admire his built: tall, hairy, medium belly, strong arms and legs, fat cheeks, blue eyes, my typical ‘daddy.’ He brings his stuff in a shopping plastic bag – a large one.

“Hi, so you’ve decided to come here again, uh?” He says, while we shake hands. He spreads his stuff on the ground.

“You can put your beach towel next to mine. Here, let me help you.” I place his towel next to mine so that we can talk. He sits and looks at the distance.

“Have you just arrived?” He asks.

“Yes, I have. My aunt always cooks a late lunch on Sunday. Then they watch those terrible variety shows on TV. I had nothing better to do than come here.”

“I thought you lived with your parents, Ken.”

“No, my parents live in another province, Paraná State, in a tiny city, on the farm. I’m new in São Paulo City.” I continue applying sunscreen over my arms and legs.

“So, how do you like living with relatives?”

“It’s ok, especially when you’re new in this immense city.”

“Well, I hope you’re adapting well to São Paulo, my friend.” He smiles. “I know your province, Paraná. I’ve been a lot to the capital city, Curitiba, to lecture at the university. Did you know that Curitiba in Tupi language means, the land of fir trees?”

“Really? That’s why they harvest so much pine nuts there.” I smile to him. “I love to eat boiled pine nuts!”

“Me too.” He licks his lips.

“Well, there are lots of farm animals in Paraná, especially chicken and pigs. And it’s a very hot place in summer, with a bonus of mosquitoes! By the way, have you applied any sunscreen on?”

“No. I didn’t think it would be sunny today.” He smiles sheepishly to me.

“In this case, take this.” I hand him my large tube of sunscreen. “It’ll save your skin and life in the long run, my friend.” I turn to him and admire him applying it over his body. I’m dying of curiosity to see if he’s going to put any on his baldhead too. He does!

“You’re very kind, Ken. Thank you for saving my life.” He returns the tube.

“Any time, my friend.” I take a newspaper clipping and show that to Mauro. “Look, it’s about yesterday’s accident. His name was Edson. May God keep his soul.”

“That’s terrible! So the bus driver was drunk, uh?”

“Well, I noticed that he kept a bottle in his bag. Usually bus drivers keep water bottles there.”

“I wonder what would have happened in case you or I had stood in front of that bus.” Mauro hands me back the article.

“Well, in that case, he would have stopped, because he would have seen us coming. The guy yesterday was cutting the traffic and appeared out of the blue. The driver just couldn’t have avoided the accident.”

Lying down on my towel, I cover my face with my T-shirt. Mauro, I notice, does the same. I turn to him and find him looking at me. I smile and he smiles back. I turn my body to him and reach out to his hairy strong chest. He smiles and takes my hand, kissing it. We smile and admire each other for what seems to be an eternity. Then he looks around and then turns to me. Suddenly, he stands up and walks towards the water. He calls me to him. I cannot resist and follow his call. Just then I notice his bulgy Speedo and notice that he’s having a minor boner. He smiles as he notices my staring at him.

We enter the water and feel the muddy and sandy bottom and have a bad impression. Mauro however dives and swims far at the distance. I do the same. It’s a lot of fun. I peddle my legs and splash water around. Mauro stands up and the hair stick to his body. He looks more like a werewolf to me now. I approach him and he takes me in his arms. Suddenly, we dive together. I feel his arms around me. We come back to the surface and separate. I tell him to dive again. This time I hold him and we almost bump against each other. We get closer together and dive again. This time, we kiss. Mauro keeps me under the water, being the most experienced diver. And as we reach the surface, we separate.

So that’s how mermen court each other! Cool!

We return to our towels. I feel tired and lie down. Mauro lies too and I notice his large protruding cock slanted to the side of his red Speedo. He rubs it and smiles to me. He does not feel conscious about himself at all. He offers me an orange. I accept. He peels it patiently; and he does this operation as if peeling an apple. He makes a nice necklace out of the peel. I try to do the same, but I ends up breaking the peel.

“It’s very sweet.” I say.

“But not as sweet as your kiss.” He smiles.

“Try this, I bet it’s even sweeter.” I offer some cake to him. He tells me he can only eat a small piece, since he’s cut down on sugar.

The bus ride is again long, but much pleasanter this time. As we arrive at the subway station, he takes my hand and squeezes it. I take his and kiss it. We enter the station and take the same subway together. However, I know I have to get off at the coming station. Mauro, I think, also knows that, for he stares at me in mute speech. Suddenly, he also gets off at the same station. We then sit on a bench near the platform. It’s not difficult to talk here, because there are fewer subways running on Sundays.

He turns to me and holds my hand. I turn to him and admire his handsome manly face. He’s really tanned from this weekend. I admire him all the more as we speak. I can almost see him through his clothes, as I recall the past events with joy. His medium belly, his strong arms and legs, and his lovely red Speedo. He tells me he lives in a small back house. His sister and brother-in-law own the property and live in the large house. They have no kids. I tell him it must be nice to have your own place. He says it’s convenient, but at times, he feels quite lonely. He turns to the subway tracks and tells me he used to be married.

“Married?” I ask.

“Yeah, at that time, people just had to do it.”

“I see.”

“Then, when she found out, she got suspicious when Carlos, one of my brightest business student used to come to our house often. Well, she threatened me with a scandal, which would have cost my academic career. I left the car, house, and savings to her. My sister took pity on me and offered the back house, which was used as a storage by my brother-in-law.”

“I’m sorry, Mauro.” We both remain silent. I guess his past is too painful for him to revisit, especially when talking to a stranger.

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, Ken.” He forces a smile. “You’re too young to feel sorry for somebody else’s mistake, you know what I mean?” He takes my hand.

“No.” I whisper. “I think I’m just mature enough to accept people the way they are, that’s all.”

“In this case, I hope you forgive me, then.”

“You don’t need forgiveness, Mauro, for you haven’t done anything wrong. All you need is, true love.”

“I suppose you’re right, Ken. Love is something I’ve always longed to have.” We both look at each other. “Ken, are you coming to the dam next weekend?”

“Only if you do.” I smile.

“In this case I’ll come too.” He smiles. “By the way, here is my address, just in case.” He writes on a small piece of paper and hands it to me. He holds my hands and the next thing I know, we’re parting from each other. I watch him take his subway. I wave and he waves back to me. Only time will tell what will become of us.

Oh, God! How I long to be in his arms. But, reason tells me to, wait. Both of us need time to think about what we should do, and what is more importantly, learn more about the other. I know he has pure intentions and feels lonely. But, I don’t want to hurt anybody even more by making hasty decisions. And don’t want to suffer either. I ponder as I get home to my aunt’s house.

The next weekend is a rainy one.

“You’re kidding me! It’s raining and no one will go to the dam! Ken, you’re going to catch a cold! I forbid you from going, for I’m not going to nurse a stubborn nephew because of a stupid cold!” Aunt snaps.

“I need to go, aunt.”

“Okay, if you want to go, there’s nothing I can do, you’re not my son anyway! But, look, I want you to tell me who he is then.”

“Don’t you know his name already? I thought you’d read the slip of paper that was on my desk!” I bite my lover lip.

“What! Are you accusing me of touching your things! I’m certainly going to tell your mother about your behavior!” She stands up from her chair. “Well, as a matter of fact I did find the slip of paper since I was dusting that desk. Consequently I found the slip paper.”

“I’m not going to talk to you about my private business. Anyway, now you know his name. Bye!”

“If your mother calls me again, I’m going to tell her everything. I’m also going to charge extra for the laundry from now on! I’m not a fool to slave myself to keep an ungrateful nephew under my roof!”

“You can go ahead and do whatever you want! You can’t stop me from living my own life! Bye!” I open my small umbrella and go.

“You’re crazy! Acting like that won’t take you anywhere! You’re just like your mother! Living on that God-forsaken town, scrubbing your dad’s dirty pants and kitchen floor! Listen to me, you should be mature enough not to believe in fairy tales! You’ll get very disappointed in the end, Ken!” Aunt slams the door.

As I take the subway, my heart beats faster. I feel warm inside, even in this rainy day. I get off at the bus station. Then transfer to another bus to the dam.

As expected, few people take the bus with me. They all wear gray and dark clothes. Each of us has a wet umbrella. I try to look confident. I notice the people on the bus, the driver and the bus conductor, myself, and two old women, a mysterious man in an old raincoat, and three teens. As I begin to approach the dam, most people get off, so, I am the only one going there. I open my umbrella again. I stop by an empty area under the roof. I think it is a kind of kiosk or something. I look around but cannot find a living soul. Only the water and the monotonous rain. I sit on the counter and stare at the water. Once in a while I see a car passing by. I begin to feel a bit cold. Not to mention the eerie feeling of being isolated and alone in this deserted place.

The words of my aunt echo in my head over and over again. Her pounding accusations, her sharp words, her repetitive questions, and I nearly go mad with her piercing voice in my head; not to mention the deafening silence of this drenched desert. I stand up and take my umbrella. I walk along the beach and look at the water.

Something in my head tells me, but I don’t want to listen to it. I don’t want to get disappointed. I don’t want to be alone. I want to be loved by this man. I want to be loved, desired by someone. I don’t want to spend my weekends in front of a TV while my life goes by slowly until I notice it is too late then. I hesitate and finally board the bus back to my aunt’s house.

“I told you he wouldn’t be there. Serves you right! And look at you! You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch a cold,” and she goes on and on.

“I’ll go there tomorrow again!” I stare at my aunt with defiance.

“But the weather report clearly says that it’s going to rain again tomorrow!”

“In this case I shall take my umbrella again, just like I’ve done it today.”

“You’re so stubborn! Just like you mother!”

“I guess that’s the way I am!”

“Your mother was the only Japanese girl in our family who married a foreign man! What a shame!”

“You know what? I feel proud of her for such an attitude!”

“I guess you do! Well, are you going there again, to get wet and cold?”

“I certainly will!”

On the following day, well, the weather hasn’t improved, but at least it isn’t raining. I don’t have lunch at my aunt’s and she thinks I’m crazy. I take an umbrella with me just in case it rains. And as I get there, it begins to rain again. I sit on the same counter of that kiosk and wait for Mauro. I think of him and catch myself smiling at the nearest puddle of water. I also feel a warm feeling here, in my heart as I think of his warm presence. I can feel him in the air, somewhere. I finish my apple and walk again on the beach and search for him. I go to were we once stood over the sand. The rain has just washed away any remnants of us ever being there. Instead, I only find some pools of water. I look around and cannot find anybody.

Could my aunt be right after all? Could Mauro be just an illusion, like a mirage in the desert? And here I am thirsting for his presence, all by myself. Was he real in the sense that he had a special feeling for me? What if I were a victim of my own vanity and pride? Could I have possibly made this mistake? But in life, who doesn’t?

The immense dam is like the sea. I turn to the water and look around again. I am about to scream his name but I stop. It would be foolish of me. Instead, I walk slowly towards my bus. And once inside it, I look around and there’s no one. I look out my window and can hardly see any distinguishable objects for the glass is wet from the rain.

At the subway station, I sit on the bench Mauro and I once sat. I stare at the subway tracks and think of him, of his warm presence, his manly body, his sexual appeal. I stare at the tracks and see some pieces of paper scattered around.

Of course! The small slip of paper with his home address! I take the small slip of paper and read his address. I notice that he’s written it on the back of a prescription note, for I can recognize the logo of a famous hospital in São Paulo, Edmundo de Vasconcelos Hospital.

After reading it a million times, I ponder what to do. I’m going to meet him at his house! The worst that can happen is that he’s away. But he should get home sometime and I shall tell him that I went to the dam, just to see him. I’m sure he’ll like to hear that. It’ll bring a smile on his handsome face. I’m quite sure I’ll find him in his house. I know that I can get off at the subway station and from there walk for about five blocks down a long avenue. Then I take left and walk down Ernesto de Paiva Street.

As I reach 189 Ernesto de Paiva Street, I look at the number in the paper just to make sure it’s the right number. I notice many trees and cars on the street. I see a large building with a balcony. Wouldn’t that be great to live here, just so that I could visit him every day?

This is his number! I find a tall gate and an old car parked in the private garage. The number says 189. The house looks really beautiful and new. I see a passage that goes to the back, where probably Mauro’s house is. I see two bells. I ring the second, for I know the first one rings to his sister’s house. My heart races and I wait in expectation. Nothing. I ring it a second time and wait. Nothing. Finally, I decide to ring his sister’s house. Nothing either. I look around and see the neighbor, a lady coming out of her house with a dog.

“Excuse me, m’am, I’m looking for the owner of that house in the back. Do you know if he’s left the house today?” I give her my best smile.

“Are you a student of his?”

“No, I’m not. I’m just a friend who is looking for him. And do you know if he’s around and should be back soon?” I ask her innocently.

“Well, I know that his sister and brother-in-law are traveling. But Dr. Vandyken, I don’t know. I think I heard mother say something about him going to a hospital or something. I could ask mother, if you don’t mind waiting here.” She goes inside with the little dog. I look around patiently and feel tired of waiting. The lady appears again with her dog.

“Sorry to keep you waiting long. Mother was just taking a nap. Well, she said she spoke to him last Friday. He told her he was going to the hospital for an exam. But he told her he was all right. But he hasn’t arrived home since. I guess he’s in the hospital. I asked mother which hospital, but she doesn’t know which. So, that’s all I can tell you so far, young man.”

“Thank you very much. You’ve been very kind to ask your mother. Bye.” I march back to the subway station and stop at Santa Cruz Station, where I know there is a bus that goes near the hospital in question. As I sit on the bus, I reach out for the note again. As far as I know, there’s only one Edmundo de Vasconcelos Hospital around, and their logo is an orange squared hollow cross. I take the note again and check the prescription note. It’s the right hospital. I also try to make out what the prescription says, but I only have gotten a small part of the note. There’s nothing written on it.

It’s getting darker now, even in Summer. Maybe it’s because of the clouds. I check the time and it’s already six P.M. The bus finally crosses the bridge over 23 de Maio Avenue. I get off at the next bus stop and walk up a block. On the way, I find a pay phone and call my aunt and tell her I’m not having dinner tonight. She asks me about Mauro, and I tell her I didn’t find him at the dam. I hang up the phone before she can lecture me again. I check my watch. It’s almost six forty and I just hope they are letting visitors in.

The hospital is quite beautiful and I reach the large reception lounge. I ask for the visiting hours and they say it’s okay now. I feel a big relief. I ask her to search for Mr. Mauro Vandyken. I cross my fingers and the receptionist informs me that his room is 2003 B, second floor. I can barely believe I am going to meet him again. And in my enthusiasm, I end up forgetting that I’m in a hospital.

Christ! What about him? What if he is seriously ill? Somehow I don’t feel like asking the receptionist about it. Anyway, I feel a little anxious and call the elevator, which moves at a snail’s pace. As I reach his floor, I wonder how he is going to react when he sees me. I search for his room. 2000, 2001, 2002, there! I knock the door. Silence. I knock again.

“Come in.” It’s him!

“Mauro?” I close the door.

“Ken! What are you doing here?” He looks around himself, as if puzzled. “How did you know I was here?” He tries to sit up in bed. I help him. His body is quite warm.

“Aren’t you glad I came to see you?” I approach him and notice that he’s a little pale.

“Ken, I’ve just gotten a mild flu, that’s all.”

“It’s just funny that you should have given me your address written on the back of a medical prescription.” He smiles.

“That’s how you found the hospital I guess.”

“Is it really just a mild flu, Mauro?”

“Oh, yes.”

“That means a lot to me to know how you are.”

“What else have you found about me?” His voice is faint but he seems determined to inquire my reasons for having come here.

“Your address, your lovely and caring neighbors.”

“So, you’ve been to my place to check whether it was real or not?”

“It’s a lovely place. A little dark I’d say.”

“What did the neighbor say?”

“She said you spoke to her mother. That you were to go to the hospital for exams and didn’t return home. That’s all.”

“You’re quite clever, Ken.”

“So, are you going to tell me everything or do you want me to find out for myself?”

“Well, I’ll not go into any technical details here. But what I have is nothing serious. I’m just here for observation. It’s got to do with, pneumonia.”

“And do you expect me to believe that?”

“If you don’t wish that answer, I’m afraid I haven’t got a better one.”

“Sorry, Mauro, I should have known that you were a bit upset. I didn’t mean to come here like this. And I didn’t mean to intrude. I just came here, well, I wanted to say that, I really missed you at the dam.”

“Did you go,” he puts his hand on his forehead. “Ken, I’m sorry, you don’t need to, shit! I’ll call a nurse if you continue crying. Hell, you’re going to make me cry too! Here, come here.” He hugs me and strokes my hair. “Sorry, Ken. I didn’t mean to be rude. I think I’m just an old grumpy man. If you want the truth, I-I sure get lonely too, most of the time, and it’s hard to realize that I’m an old lonely man who’s been frustrated and have only made mistakes all my life. Then on a beautiful day, you come in and talk to me. I was puzzled at first. Then I couldn’t stop thinking of you, Ken.”

“Mauro, when I went to the dam yesterday and today,” he strokes my face.

“Jesus, you went there in this kind of weather, just to find me!” He gently pulls my hair.

“I needed to go there. I needed to see you. I’ve kept my word.”

“And now you’re here, in this hospital room with me. Ken, I guess this is all I have to offer you. This old decaying body in a hospital bed. Is that what you want for yourself?” I nod and hold back my tears. “Ken, you’re still very young, and, handsome as hell, and so full of life. You’re all I could dream of, but I don’t have the right to make you suffer or cause you pain. It’s just not right, Ken.”

“Why do people keep on telling me what to do? Why does my aunt keep treating me as if I were still a child? I know I’m a young gay man who loves older man. So, why do you treat me like my aunt does?”

“Ken, I’m sorry. I’m just reacting the same way your aunt did because, I’ve been a victim too. I’ve acted foolishly all my life! I got married to someone I didn’t love. I’ve committed many mistakes in my life. And now I feel I don’t want to make more mistakes or make someone suffer because of my actions.”

“Mauro, I hope you realize I am quite willing to try.”

“Ken, do you really want to, try with someone like me?”

“Why not? I’ve searched for a decent and kind man all around, and now that I’ve found one, I’m definitely not going to let you go. Unless you don’t want me.”

“Ken, of course I want you to be by my boyfriend! Ken, you’re my last hope!”

“In this case, you’d better recover and take all the medicine the doctor prescribes you. I’m leaving my phone number and address with you. And I shall come here again tomorrow.”

“Actually, I think the doctors are going to release me tomorrow. They’ve already made some tests and I think I’ve done beautifully in all of them.”

“So, we can see each other at your place then.”

“Sure, and I shall make up for all this trouble by cooking you a meal. Later I can drive you back home. By the way, do you like French cooking?”

This is a true story that happened to me when I was in my teenage years. In that time, we were nothing but bored teenagers with nothing to do except play videogames and drink our parent’s alcohol. My best friend Jay and I would often organize sleepovers when our parents were gone. This is in one of those nights that everything changed completely between us.

At that time, I was a 5 feet 10 inches teenager with dark hair and tanned skin. He was a bit shorter than I was, with pale skin, blue eyes and brown hairs. We were hanging out at his house with nothing to do, so we decided to play a quick game of truth or dare. We would often play that game when we were completely bored and we would challenge each other to drink alcohol or sniff his sister’s panties. Usually, the more we drank, the more sex-related things became. As usual, we started by daring each other to drink a couple of shots of tequila, just chilling on the couch, but after two rounds, he asked for a truth instead of a dare. Feeling a bit adventurous, I asked him: What is the craziest thing related to sex you have tried? Since we were both virgin, I was not expecting much of an answer.

– “I can’t tell you this man”, he answered.

– “Man, it’s a truth, you have to”. I insisted.

“Ok, but you promise to never tell anyone?”. After agreeing, he told me the entire story of how he had sucked off his cousin’s friend about 2 years ago. I was really surprised by this revelation. It was now my turn and I asked for a truth.

“What is a sexual thing you would like to try that you are ashamed off?” He asked me. Feeling horny by his revelation, I told him :

“ I have always dreamt of being fucked in the ass by a girl with a strap-on”.

This really took him off guard and I could that in his face, but we continued to play. After some time, he asked for another truth. I asked him if he would ever accept to suck, be sucked by, fuck or be fucked by a guy if nobody ever learnt about it. He answered with a quick: “Yes, Yes, Yes, No”. I was extremely aroused at that time, so when he asked me for my turn, I asked for a dare. The way we would work was that we always give each other 3 choices and the choices he presented me with were quite straightforward. I either had to suck his dick for 5, 6 or 7 minutes. Not wanting to seem too horny, I agreed to suck him for 5 minutes.

He did not hesitate a minute and he took down his pants and boxer and told me come and suck him off. I hit the timer of my watch and slowly came near him and at that moment, I completely lost it. I started to caress his balls slowly with my right hand while my tongue was slowly rising along his 6 inches dick. When I reached the top of his dick, I swallowed its head whole and started running my tongue around it. I could tell he really loved it by the way he was grunting and pushing his hips to put his dick further down my throath. I would then pull his dick out of my mouth and lick the shaft to get it as wet as possible before I took his dick back in my mouth again. I could feel my dick throbbing in my pants as I continued to suck him like this for 5 minutes until my watch started buzzing, signaling the end of my dare. With regret, I went back to my place on the couch and he pulled up his pants.

It was my time to ask for a dare. Being a bit afraid of his reaction, I asked him for the same dare he had asked me. He asked me to pull down my pants and he went knelt down in front of my. My 7 inches dick was hard as rock when he started to take the head of it in his mouth. He slowly turned his tongue around my dick and I thought I would come just at that moment. He stopped sucking me for a second and asked me to pull my legs apart. As he continued to suck me off, I started to feel his finger probing my asshole. He was slowly teasing my asshole, putting his finger a little bit inside then pulling it out to put it back again inside. I felt like in heaven, but the minutes flew by and my watch started ringing again. With his index still in my ass and while licking the head of dick, Jay asked me if I wanted a truth or a dare. Without hesitation, I asked for a dare.

“I dare you to let me fuck you up your ass like a little slut”. At that moment, I knew I was his little fuck toy for the rest of the night. Without hesitation, I begged him to fuck me like his little slut. He got up, asked me to get on four legs and went up to the drawer to take out a jar of Vaseline. He started spreading some on his fingers which he then inserted in my ass. I could not stop moaning while he inserted one, then two, then finally three greased up fingers in my ass and he started fucking me with them. He then pulled out his three fingers out of my waiting asshole and the rested the head of his dick against it in a doggy style position.

– “ Beg for me to fuck you in your little slut’s ass” he told me in a harsh tone.

– “Please”

– “Please what?”

– “Please fuck me”

– “Where?”

– “Please fuck me in my little slutty asshole”

He then started to slowly insert his dick in my ass. I felt a sharp pain when the head went in, but I was so horny that it quickly started to turn into pleasure. He was going slowly in my ass, pushing in a little, pulling back until only the head was in and then he would push again a bit more until his entire dick rested in my ass. He started to pick up rhythm and to fuck me harder and faster. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me like a total slut. I could feel my asshole stretch to accommodate his hard dick in my ass and I would clench my muscles around his shaft. I was completely lost in heaven and I started to push back against his motion so that his dick would be buried completely inside my ass. I could tell he was already on the verge of coming because he kept pulling out to calm himself down for a second or two before penetrating me completely in long strokes. After 2 more minutes of this intense fucking, he asked me to ride him like the little slut I was. He sat back on the couch while I climbed on his lap with my back facing him. I quickly inserted his dick in my gaping asshole and started to ride him like no tomorrow. I could feel his dick against the wall of my ass while lubricant was dripping out of my asshole onto his balls. I started to massage his balls with my right hand and at that moment I could feel his dick throbbing in my ass like if he was about to cum. He took hold of my dick and started to jerk me off really hard while I picked up in rhythm and started to ride him faster. It did not take much time before he exploded in my ass and I started cumming in his hand. We stayed there both exhausted, with his dick still my ass when he told me : “I think we both need a shower heh my little slut?”. I knew that this moment that our relationship had completely changed.

This was the beginning of a long adventure…

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As a teen I realised that my slim skinny figure always seemed slightly feminine. It wasn’t until I started working out and swimming in the summer when I turned 16 that I noticed just how many men would stare just a little too long at my low shorts, my cute butt or my slim legs. The thought of a man walking into the changing cubicle always filled me with a strange feeling, which I now realise was desire mixed with nerves.

I had just turned 18 but hadn’t acted upon my fantasies until one day I got a message on skype from an older guy (Tom) I had chatted to a few years before, back when craigslist made it very easy to have anonymous phone sex with guys, this was also the first time I discovered that I loved driving older men wild talking about my slim teen body and how much I loved being an older mans play thing. Tom and I began chatting away on skype, exchanging pleasantries for a few minutes, until out of the blue he asked if I still had that beautiful slim teen body he loved hearing about, and most importantly if I was now 18. Lucky for Tom I was 18 and 2 weeks, he asked if I was alone.  Thankfully I was alone, so he suggested we have a nice chilled video call where he would show me his face, body and cock; and if I felt comfortable I could show him my body. I felt no pressure to do so from Tom, he was perfectly polite, but I knew I was going to drive him wild the second I stripped down. 

When his camera connected I was surprised to see a very handsome, well built and handosme bearded older man of about 55-60 years old. I was sitting at home in pants and a loose T-shirt. After a few minutes of nervous bacnk & forth, he asked if i wanted to see his hard cock, there was only one reply on my mind:

“I would love to, sir” I replied. My heart fluttered with nervous excitment as I called him sir, he smirked and laughed, as he replied

“there’s a good boy, call me daddy or sir whatever you feel comfortable with”.

The second the camera lowered, my mouth dropped and my cock instantly grew harder, I was greeted by the wonderful sight of his amazing shaft hanging down at least 4, maybe 5 inches over his big full daddy balls. Still only semi-erect, I could make out the significant veins that down his glorious shaft. I only uttered one word in reply, “wowww… that thing is huge”. Tom laughed again, and asked if i was getting hard. I was, very hard.

“Do you want me to make you fully hard then sir?” I asked Tom as he replied

“there’s a good boy, show off that gorgeous body that i’ve been waiting to see, make my big cock hard for you boy”.

I didn;t waste a second, and pushed my chair back and lifted up my t-shirt slowly, revealing my shapely hips and slim figure, thanks to a little light gym work my cute teen body curved beautifully inwards from chest then back out slightly to the hips where it lead down to my beautiful little teen bubble butt, which I had began to keep shaven smooth since about 17. I removed my shirt and then set about removing my shorts too, I could see Tom was now pumping his cock which was growing even longer now, it looked absolutely massive at least 8 inches if not 9. As I removed my shorts, I was wearing no underwear so my now fully erect cock shot straight up and bounced against my belly, Tom clearly knew I was enjoying every second of this so pushed me to take it even further.

“There’s a good little boy, turn around and show daddy that beautiful little ass of yours”

I bent over and spread my cute ass close to the camera to reveal my shaved, tight pink virgin hole.

“Beautiful boy, your ass is perfection, Daddy wants to see you spank it”

I began to grab and spread my cheeks hard, I knew from my solo play that I liked my ass getting a little rough treatment. As I spanked it he asked me:

“Do you like watching daddy pump his big cock for you boy? Look back at me whilst I wank my big cock just for you”

I just giggled and let out a little breathy “yes daddy, I love it” as I slipped a finger into my tight ass. As I did this Tom let out an even bigger and louder series of groans until he told me he was about to cum. I instinctively just stopped fingering and pulled my cheeks apart stretching my pink hole for him, as if I was about to recieve his massive load over my hole for real. He groaned as he shot out a huge load of thick spunk from his big fat cock, all over his chest and hands as I licked my lips for the camera.

After he cleaned up, I just stood there naked for a minute showing off my cute figure, twirling slowly showing him all of me and shaking my cute teen ass for him.

“Where are you from boy, daddy would give anything to play with that body for real”

It turns out we both lived in the same city, was it fate? He had certainly unlocked a submissive side in me I never knew existed, I would have done anything he asked me to do on webcam….. would I be the same in real life? 

We agreed I would meet him at his house the following weekend, I could barely contain my excitement….

Toby looked at his step-brother slave. Spenser had come in wearing purple dancer briefs. The big dick inside was hard and pulsing under the glittering fabric. Rather than bending his knees, Spenser swayed to a music only he could hear. His hips moved sensually. Side to side and undulating back and forth in a figure eight. Spenser ran his hands up his thighs, over his hips, then above his sides. His fingers found his nips, and twisted, a soft moan escaping his lips. Spenser played with his nips as he continued to move his body seductively. He was hoping his owner was enjoying his performance. He was embarrassed to do this, but it was for the man who was the center of his universe. Nip play for a while, it would be different, unexpected so maybe it would please him. 

Master had a small smile, so Spenser worked his nips harder. Added a bit of thrusting of his hips. Twisted his torso also, to emphasize the work he was doing on his nips. A bit of pain now. He needed to take it, show his dedication. His fingers pinched harder, forcing more moans out. The song in Spenser’s head ramped up as he felt more desperate to please Toby. Was Toby happy at his performance? Pinch harder. 

Toby shifted. Spenser decided it was time to go further. His dick was hurting a bit straining against the constricting fabric. The sparkly metal bit small bites into his skin. It was especially painful on the head. Toby’s enjoyment was all that mattered. Spenser put his full hands over his pecs, massaging them. Spenser moved his shoulders like a stripper on stage. There needed to be more. Hands ran down his abs, widening to slip off the sparkling shorts. 

Spenser’s hard dick sprung free. It felt so good to be in the air. To show Toby how excited he was to serve. Now out, the hard appendage bounced and waved, Spenser put his hands behind his head and gyrated. He moved closer to Toby, hoping this was right. Spenser straddled his Master, grinding his ass up and down Toby’s leg. Hands still behind his head, Spenser smiled in subservience. Totally exposed, hard dick bobbing back and forth. 

Spenser’s ball sack was pulled as it rubbed on Toby, hurting his balls some. Small price to pay for Toby to be happy. Taking a deep breath, Spenser ran his fingertips over Tobys covered chest. He wanted Toby to be turned on. Contact is a turn on for anyone. Grinding on his leg, feeling his chest. Toby seemed to like it, so Spenser felt him up more. All for Toby. Spenser moved a bit closer, feeling the heat of his Master, who was leering at him. Spenser was glad to be used this way, smiling in pleasure. 

The hands were going over well, Spenser thought, so he moved both to Toby’s crotch, excited to discover hardness. He was pleasing Toby. Spenser took a happy breath. He rubbed as he continued his girations. Toby was dressed in shorts and a tee, so Spenser ran his fingers under the tee to feel the electric skin of his Master. 

“Yesssssss.” Spenser leaned his head back, pushing out his chest. He wanted to orgasm because he felt he was pleasing Toby so well. That was up to Toby, of course. Cumming, like everything, was up to Master. It felt so good to obey. 

“Suck me.” Toby said casually. 

“I will Master, so well, I’m so turned by doing things for you. I can’t think of anything better than pleasing you the best way I can.” Spenser had a feeling of relief and satisfaction as Toby’s dick made its home down his throat. This is how it should always be, servicing his Master. Spenser fought the gagging to shove his nose into the pubes in front of him. It was work, deep-throating. Moving your head so the dick can get down, forcing past the back of the mouth, down the throat. To have the neck bulge out to show dedication. Spenser bottomed out over and over to please his owner. 

Feeling the ache didn’t slow Spenser down, nor did the word “Faster” from Master’s lips. Spenser went into overdrive slamming the dick as far in as it would go. It was almost like his throat was being shredded from the inside. Worth it. Spenser knew it was worth it. Face fucking himself was hard but he had to do it. The reward was massive, as the cum shot into him, Toby jerking a bit under him, as the orgasm took over his body. 

Spenser left the dick in his throat until the spasms stopped, then gently suckled the last bits of cum out. He dared a glance at his Master, who was leaned back, enjoying the aftereffects of the orgasm. Spenser ran his tongue undulating on the shaft. He had to wait for Toby to be finished. After getting his rocks off Toby was in no hurry, reaching for his phone to scroll through while his slave was a holster for his cock. After a yawn, Toby decided it was time to hit the hay. “Stuff your briefs in your mouth and get out.”

Regretfully, Spenser let go of the cock and scrambled around to find the briefs. He stuffed them in his mouth and crawled to the door, with a glance of longing Spenser reached up to turn the knob. Toby’s eyes were already closed. In the hall he stood, naked and hard to return to his room. 

The next morning, Toby woke up, looked at the ring on his hand, it was real magic. He wondered how it worked. Could he do more? It worked well to totally enslave Spenser, even switched his underwear. Time to do something else. He’d heard some skuttlebutt about the panties Spenser was wearing. He had to go further, that was for sure. 

After practice that afternoon, soaping himself in the shower,  Spenser wasn’t aware of Toby sending a wish to the dull gold ring. Spenser’s dick began to harden, he wasn’t aware of this erection, so had no qualm about turning his back to the wall. “Damn Spense, too much hot ass around for you?” One of his team-mates shouted at him.

Spenser stroked his cock, using the washcloth so it seemed he was washing it. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“You’re hard and stroking faggot.” Everyone in the group showers was looking, as were some of the jocks who were in states of mostly undress in the locker area. 

The words made Spenser realize what he had been doing. “Fuck!” Spenser pulled his hand back, realizing it left his substantial endowment hard and open for all to see. Everyone was looking and laughing at him. He couldn’t tell if anyone was too interested, as he was almost blinded by embarrassment. 

“Don’t look at my dick fag-boy.” Someone shouted. 

“Wants our dicks so much he had to keep stroking.” Was a different voice. 

Then someone else “Fuck, he’s doing it again.” And Spenser was stroking his cock again. 

“Gagh!” Spenser pulled his hand off his cock again and stared down. Why did he keep doing that? 

“Spense does have a nice big one.” One of Spense’s buddies said, coming close, reaching out and stroking Spenser’s dick. Two of the other guys came up and stroked each other. The rest of the guys approached and began to feel the asses of the group that got together. 

Two started to kiss, feeling each other’s chest and abs. Spenser slid down to his knees and took an available cock in his mouth and began to suck. Hands were going everywhere as the jocks felt the muscles of their teammates. Legs intertwined and flexed, Groans competed with the showers still flowing. 

The wetness made it harder to get leverage, but it wasn’t long before hard dicks found their way into asses. One jock had a leg bent, the other straight while he pounded into the round butt of his friend. Spenser swallowed a load of cum and moved onto the next hard dick he could find. 

A pile of hot jocks writhed on the shower floor; sucking, fucking, feeling the bodies near them, groaning.

In Spenser’s head, as in the heads of all the jocks, it was perfectly natural to exercise their dicks with their teammates after a practice. This was the opportunity to check out the bodies and muscles of those who played with you. The perfect bonding experience. Some of the showers were still running, and everyone was sweating now. Cum started to shoot out, into mouths or asses. One cumming wasn’t enough for all and there were more orgasms. The young bodies arching and growls emerging from throats. 

The toned muscles shook, the lungs gasped for air as the young men slid to the floor. The motions calmed, reduced to hands feeling the wet bodies around them. Some breaths, the jocks began to stand and rinse under the showers. Spenser left with them, as they left the group shower, memories erased, and none of them noticed Toby against the wall, having watched the whole thing. 

Spenser still serviced Toby that night, the orgy before not reducing his enthesium a whit. Toby enjoyed the service, still treating Spenser with detached disdain. 

The next day Toby had to spend some time at the library, returning home after his usual time. In the den, Spenser and Matt, a friend of his, were playing a video game. Matt was hot, more on the thicker muscled side. Toby slowed down as he passed and looked at them. It would be hot to see them make out. 

Toby used his ring to make the guys not realize he was there, then sat on a chair to watch them. In a gap in play, Spenser removed his shirt, running a hand over his pecs and abs. Sitting down, Spenser undid his belt. A few minutes later, when Matt had a break, he stood and also removed his shirt and sneakers. Matt stretched and flexed for Toby, who admired his physique. 

Toby let them play a few minutes, before triggering both to remove their jeans. It was nice watching them play in their boxers. At first, Toby let their dicks be, then had each of them get hard. Both had substantial cocks, and had to adjust their crotches as the lengths grew. Toby smiled at the outline of peckers in underwear. On a whim Toby had them start slowly thrust their hips. That was sexier. 

When Matt started to get excited in the game, he stood up, still thrusting his hips as his fingers played on the controller. Toby groped himself watching. Wanting to make it a bit more risque, Toby pulled Matt’s boxer down below his ass. Feeling the strong glutes there. Matt was oblivious, letting Toby enjoy himself. Matt made to sit back down, so Toby returned to his seat. Wanting to see more, Toby had the guys rub the controllers up and down their shafts while they continued to play. Wet spots had appeared on the fronts of both of them. 

Deciding it was time to see the goods, Toby had the guys pull off their boxers, leaving both totally nude. Being very familiar with Spenser’s, Toby kept his eyes on Matt’s, and was impressed by the visual. Freed of the fabric, the cocks waved around with the hip thrusting that continued. Toby licked his lips watching the peckers bouncing around. 

The gaming teens continued with their console not aware of their nudity or erections. The visual was a complete turn on for Toby who watched for quite a while. Feeling the heat rise in him, Toby had the guys pause the game, look at each other and embrace. Each mesmerized boy rubbed and gripped the back of the other, chins on shoulders. 

The well-built guys looked like a piece of art, Toby had them pull their heads back and tentatively kiss each other, a slight peck on the lips. Matt’s hand came up and stroked the cheek of Spenser. A longer, closed lip kiss followed, as the groins ground into each other. Chests and abs were in full contact, as arms held tight to their partner. 

Going in one more time, lips parted and they kissed deeply, continuing as they held each other close. The kissing escalated, until it was almost desperate on each side. Toby’s cock was hard watching, each guy kissing the other as if it was the last time. Toby was sure it would not be. This was a great pairing. Matt had a more tanned skin than Spenser, and the tanlines not as pronounced. 

Hands reached for cocks, the cock of the other. Toby saw both of them shudder as fists wrapped around shafts and begin to slowly stroke. They turned, angling their bodies out so Toby had a better view. Toby had his own porn studio and anyone he wanted to star in it and take perfect direction. 

When your cock is being stroked while you are kissing, your kissing concentration is disturbed, this was happening to Matt and Spenser. Knees would buckle a bit as the grips on the cocks massaged up and down, fingers going over the heads. Toby heard the moans of pleasure both guys were making. Toby’s cock was rock hard as well. 

Toby had Spenser break the kiss and side down to his knees, the step-brother breathing hard. Spenser opened his mouth and engulfed Matt’s cock. Matt took a rapid intake of breath, his entire body shock. Spenser slowly withdraw, vacillating his lips to increase the sensations. Matt ran his hands through his hair. The way his body twisted, Toby wondered if he had ever gotten  a blow job before. First blowjobs are great, and this was either the first blow job Matt ever had, or the first one that was any good. 

Spenser brought a hand up to fondle Matt’s balls, Matt let out a louder groan at that. Toby let Spenser service Matt for a while, Matt’s gyrations amusing him. Mat’s hands covered his face, as  he thrust his hips forward in a broken pattern, not able to do automatic fucking motions being so turned on. Toby kept Matt from cumming, even if the poor guy was about to burst. Spenser was giving it his all as well, so Matt had to struggle to keep control. Toby knew he would win, reality would be as he wanted, and Matt was basically being edged. Toby pulled his dick out of his pants and stroked, reveling in Matt’s pleasure. 

Toby slowly stroked his cock watching Matt’s ecstasy. Spenser was moving fast up and down Matt’s inches. Matt continued to breathe heavily. Matt’s hands clenched into fists, covering his eyes. After watching nearly a quarter of an hour, Matt had some control over his body’s reactions, so Toby had the guys move, Spenser lay on his back, Matt climbed over Spenser, lining his dick up to Spenser’s mouth. Matt reached forward and took Spenser’s cock into his own mouth. 

Matt was tentative beginning to suck Spenser’s cock, remaining on the head while Spenser took Matt to the root. Matt licked the head on Spenser’s dick, covered it with his mouth. moving down further little by little.  Toby was enthralled at Matt, who he had allowed to have just enough of his own personality to suck on his own. He had to suck, but Toby wan’t making blow job skills simply manifest. 

Matt did seem earnest on his duty. Toby saw Matt having to hold back gagging, as more and more of the impressive dick Spenser possessed went in. The contract between the two was something to watch. Spenser willingly shoving the entirety of Matt’s cock into his throat raising his head to get to a full seal around the base. Spenser even kept the awkward position holding the meat deep in his throat. 

Matt was making it half down the shaft of his friend. He was working hard, coughs and gagging but never let up, kept putting more and more in. Toby was sure it wasn’t the most pleasurable for Spenser to feel, but Spenser enjoying himself was not the point. This was so Toby could have fun. The muscled bodies in a 69, one sucking expertly and the other like an amateur was just what the doctor, or rather Toby, ordered. 

Matt’s ass was on full show as well, Good covering of dark hair, perfectly round and of course having the show of great muscles. Toby got up and still stroking, ran his hand over Matt’s ass. Firm, so very firm. Toby could feel the contractions under the skin. Toby squeezed one of Matt’s cheeks as he continued to stroke his own cock. Toby wasn’t planning on getting in on this action, but he had to touch the firm ass. 

Feeling like making Matt work a bit harder, Toby moved his hand from Matt’s ass to his head and shoved it down further, Matt has an odd way of resisting and not at the same time. Toby pushed so Matt’s nose was in Spenser’s balls. Matt’s body bucked up, his face staying in place. Toby released and sat back in his chair. Having been encouraged, Matt took a deeper plunge on his own. 

Toby noticed Spenser would jerk as if in shock every once in a while, it must be Matt’s teeth scrapping his dick. Toby gave a small smile at that. He was letting Spenser have some pleasure, but it wasn’t the pure pleasure he had to deliver. 

The two continued to 69, Matt finally making it all the way down. As he got the full length in his throat a while, Matt thrusted more into Spenser. Toby’s step-brother was used to it, the ring welding teen enjoying Spenser getting shafted two different ways. 

The guys settled into a fairly good rhythm. Matt was taking it slow still, his hips moving up and down, forcing Spenser to go on the beat Matt set. Toby was fascinated at watching Spenser from this angle. He watched Spenser service him more than he let on, it was different getting a full view. And not being distracted by the work Spenser was doing. 

Toby decided it was time for a change, he had Matt come off Spenser’s dick, giving a last lick. Matt pulled, up increasing the force of his thrusts down Spenser’s throat. Spenser flailed his arms to adjust to the change the intruder was insisting on. Spenser did not try to stop it, but had to deal with the new angle. Matt powered in deep and fast, making Spenser arch his back. 

Matt got into the new pattern quick, Spenser so familiar with the abuse it didn’t phase him. Toby admired how Matt’s chest increased in definition. Matt was breathing hard, Spenser grabbing breath when he could. Matt’s hands were palms out, separated from his body by over 6 inches. Toby could tell Matt was thoroughly enjoying using Spenser’s throat. The idea crossed Toby’s mind that he should arrange Spenser to get Matt off on a regular basis. 

Toby decided it was time for Spenser to get fucked, and that Matt would be doing it. But in what position? Toby let Matt continue as he contemplated, Spenser getting the short end of Matt’s long stick in the process. 

Toby had Matt withdraw his dick, and Spenser spun around, ass to his friend. Matt spit on Spenser’s ass, landing a perfect bullseye. Spenser moved his legs slightly wider. Matt grabbed his own dick and lined it up. Toby did not miss the deep breath Matt took. Matt feed in slowly, making his friend feel every inch. The widening of Spenser’s eyes happened, Toby thinking exactly like when he entered. 

Matt pulled out with the same slowness, until only the head of his cock was in Spenser’s ass, then back in, faster this time. Showing marvelous control, Matt gradually increased his speed. First having felt the slow, sensuous gripping of Spenser’s ass, the increasing rate to stimulate more. Getting every advantage of sensation. 

There is something supremely sexy about a man fucking, the motion of the hips, the tauting of the muscles, the face, the sweat. The very focal point of maleness. Matt fucked faster, pushing deep into Spenser’s well-used hole. Matt had one hand holding the back of the sofa, the other swung around almost in madness. Toby admired the raw technique. 

Spenser’s cock was fully hard and tossed around by the gyrations forced on him by Matt’s vigerous fucking. Toby was sure this was Matt’s first time fucking an ass, and he was doing a skilled job. Some things are natural. 

Matt’s ass came together with each thrust. Spenser had lost control of his breathing and merely gasped over and over. Toby had turned them into fuck machines. Fuck machines that did his bidding. Spenser had gotten some good pounding from Toby, and now was getting it from Matt. Toby was pleased, very pleased. This was better than any video, almost as good as getting serviced. 

Toby felt the need to cum, his stroking had made him ready to climax, so he did. He was the one in control, so he he could do as he wished. The cum shot up to his head, his legs shook. Toby leaned his head back to pull air into his lungs. 

Gripping the chair arms, he looked at where Matt was furiously fucking Spenser. Time to let them come as well. Spenser first, ropes of cum going over his chest and abs. Matt moaned as the orgasm caused Spenser to clench. A moment later, Spenser’s movements changed as he felt his body change and had to work harder to accept a dick after cumming. Toby let the bit of torment continue a little before letting Matt cum.

Matt roared, his entire body shaking, driving his dick in and leaving it fully sheathed. Matt’s left hip twisted forward as his ass jiggled. Toby got up and put a leg over Spenser’s head. Spenser began licking Toby’s balls. 

Toby leaned forward and kissed Matt. Matt returned the kiss. Moving closer, Matt stayed in Spenser’s hole, as Toby’s balls continued to get licked. Toby took it as a dessert from the scene he had created. Feeling Matt’s pecs and abs added to the kiss. Toby had  used them for a private sex show and was now feeling the actor he hadn’t used before. All the while, an exhausted Spenser licked his balls. 

Pulling back from the kiss, and pulling his balls away from Spenser’s face. Using his hands, Toby maneuvered Spenser onto Matt’s cock, so it could be cleaned. The main mess taken care of, Toby had the guys both stand, grab the cock of the other and head towards the bathroom. Following them, Toby snickered at how they had to bed awkwardly to keep hands on dicks. 

In the bathroom Spenser and Toby shared upstairs, the guys took turns soaping up the other’s body as Toby watched perched on the sink. Spenser had to spend extra time on Matt’s ass, not because it was dirty, but because Toby wanted to watch Spenser be humiliated. Spenser did an admirable job towel-drying his friend, Toby thought. 

Toby had them give a quick peck on the lips before letting them start their game up again. He let them play the console completely normally. Except they noticed neither Toby nor the fact they were both naked. Even without making them hard, it was something to watch. 

Toby let them get dressed before the parents were due to return, feeling a little saddened by the perfect asses and cocks being covered. He headed up to his room, hearing the sounds of their game continue. 

Spenser was not relieved of his duties that night. Toby did not give him a break. Spenser had to degrade himself and service Toby like every other night.

Frottage Moon

Time had stopped. Skylar was on top of Parker, looking into his ocean eyes. He could feel this unwavering feeling of something unfamiliar. He wanted to attack him but couldn’t. He wanted to kill him but couldn’t. He looked at the soft pink lips that quivered for his kiss. Skylar gave in and began to lock lips with the witch.

Parker’s warm mouth was wet and moist. His kiss was soft and passionate. Skylar had only kissed 2 men in his life, Dave and Steve, but this kiss was something more. Not sure if it was the wish that Parker had made or if this was what it was like kissing someone you wanted to kill, but it was like fireworks.

Smack

Smack

Parkers tongue wiggled inside Skylar’s mouth until he found Skylar’s tongue. The two tongues intertwined, a kiss that was unstoppable. Feeling a sudden urge in his pants, Skylar ripped of his clothes, exposing his hairy uncut cock, and began to grind on top of Parker.

“Don’t Stop.” Whispered the red headed witch as he could feel Skylar’s cock begin to grow on top of his thigh.

Parker opened his ocean eyes and gazed at the animal of a man that was on top of him. His eyes were yellow with a hint of gold, his hair was curly and dark, and his torso had some hair. Parker used his soft hands and began to touch the muscular torso of Skylar. He moved his hands over Skylar’s abdominal muscles, counting 8 in total. He touched Skylar’s navel and then found his way to Skylar’s hairy crotch, Parker began to get erect.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Skylar ripped off Parker’s black pants and his shirt. His white uncut cock sprung into the air, the tip of his cock leaking a bit of pre-cum. Skylar could feel Parker’s juices rub up against his hairy stomach, but he didn’t care.

Skylar used his hands to explore Parker’s body, as it was different from Dave’s. His skin was ivory in color, his shoulder had freckles, his nips were nice and pink, and his hairy cock was surrounded by fire colored pubes. His body was slender and warm, something Skylar really liked. He could see Parker’s flat stomach though he was slender in build and not very muscular. His chest was smooth to the touch, but his treasure trail to his crotch was a huge turn on for Skylar.

“What is it?” Parker asked, as he notice Skylar was staring at him.

“I don’t know, you’re just so different.” Skylar admitted as he placed his cock and Parker’s cock on top of each other.

“Is that a bad thing?” Parker asked with a smile as he moved his hips up and down as the two cocks began to rub each other.

“Fuck yea, keep doing that.” Skylar commanded, as he leaned in to kiss Parker.

Parker did what he was told. He moved his hips up and down as fast as he could feel their cocks rub each other. Their cocks leaked that it was easy to use it as lube. Parker moved his hands up on Skylar’s back, feeling his bulging muscles. He moved his hands further to grab Skylar’s plump ass cheeks.

“Wow.” Parker said as he realized he had a hand full.

“What is it?” Skylar asked as he looked on with worry.

“You have a big ass.” Parker admitted with a smile as he grabbed the brown curly head of Skylar and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Skylar was conflicted. He was caught in this moment and forgot all about Dave. Was it the spell? He still wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want this to end. Skylar moved his hips back and forth as their cocks became unsheathed from their foreskins, and began to ooze pre-cum like a leaky faucet.

“I’m getting close.” Skylar admitted as he could feel his cock twitch.

Parker without saying anything moved Skylar off of him. He put his mouth on the top of Skylar’s cockhead and was ready to slurp his juices. His warm wet mouth was enough to drive Skylar into an orgasm.

“Fuck!” Skylar yelled, as he shot load after load down Parker’s mouth.

Sploosh

Sploosh

Sploosh

Each stream of cum was warm and tasty. Parker had never tasted anyone this sweet before. Parker gulped and gulped down all the cum he could while Skylar jerked his body all around from the intense orgasm he was having.

After a few minutes, Skylar’s cock, was shrinking. His jets of jizz had halted, and his cock went back into hiding. Parker stood up and began to stroke his cock, as Skylar stood on his knees.

“Get ready.” Parker said, as his pink cockhead began to eject jizz from his slit.

Skylar could feel the warm cum hit his hairy torso as it dripped onto his stomach. Parker gushed like a fountain as wave after wave of jizz hit Skylar on his chest. Skylar, deciding to be adventurous, tasted some of Parker’s warm cum.

“Yum.”, he said, as Parker’s cum tasted a different flavor.

Parker finished shooting his jizz and his cock began to get wrapped up by the white bit of foreskin he had. Parker fell to the ground, his cock shriveling up. He looked at Skylar and the two locked eyes. Where would they go from here?

“Don’t go after my mama, let’s talk to her first please?” asked Skylar, as he wiped the cum from his chest, with the torn clothes nearby.

“Fine. But she owes me an explanation, but if she tries to run again…”

“She won’t and if she does, I’ll take care of it. Werewolves have laws and if she killed humans, then she broke the law. I’ll take care of it, trust me.” Skylar admitted as he got up from the ground and offered a hand to Parker.

“Wish all your kind were as civilized like this, I was almost jumped the moment I entered these woods.” Parker admitted as he took Skylar’s hand.

“What do you mean? The wolves in this area cannot attack humans, it’s in our pact.” Skylar said confused by Parker’s admission.

“Tell it to the bald one with red eyes. He fucked with the wrong witch.” Parker said with a smile, a smile that slowly faded.

“Hector?!” Skylar yelled, “Where is he?”

Hours earlier

Deep in the woods, Hector was slowly regained conciseness. His body sore, his eyes squinting from the rays of light, his body feeling uneasy. Hector looked at himself and could see his body turning pale, he was cold. Hector never felt cold before. He tried to force himself to transform but nothing happened. Hector was no longer a wolf.

Hector walked through the cold forest, his body shaking. He was naked still, and none of his body hair had returned yet. He was smooth all over. Unable to use any of his senses, he had no direction of where he was going. He was mortal now and weak. He rubbed his head and it no longer was bald, he had a full head of hair, something to keep him warm he guessed.

Hector bent down by a nearby brook, deer in the distance, unafraid of him. He looked in the water to see his reflection and he looked slightly different. His eyes were brown, his hair on his head wavy and brown, and his goatee turned into stubble. He was just happy his cock was the same length.

Taking a sip of water from the babbling brook, he closed his eyes. Water tasted different as a human. He looked around the forest and for the first time he could see some semblance of its beauty, but the cold of the air did him no favors. He leaned up against the ground and curled into a ball. He was ready to accept his death as human.

“You shouldn’t be out here man.” Said a stern masculine voice.

Looking up with what little strength he had, Hector could see the face of someone he had recognized. His eyes widened with fear, it was Park Ranger Dave.