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The Diapathlon

The boys were all led out of their respective cribs by their babysitters, while they all had thoughts about trying to escape, the fresh view of Austin on the TV screen made it seem less than a good idea. The babysitters led them one by one to a brown curtain, keeping the theme of the disgusting game show. What lied on the other side, however, Danny couldn’t believe.

“Welcome to our first challenge boys, the Diapathlon!” My Coy proudly announced. Danny wanted to roll his eyes at the awful name, but he couldn’t look away from what stood before the contestants. It was a massive obstacle course, spanning about 100 feet long. It was clear that Mr. Coy was a veteran of other game shows and took a lot of inspiration from them, but Danny wasn’t even sure how something like this could be built and kept hidden away. It appeared to be a padded pathway with platforms, jumps, and typical climbing obstacles, none of which Danny would want to do wearing such a filled diaper spreading his legs apart. Failing an obstacle was likely a punishment of its own, while the contestant would have a soft landing, the acrid smell wafting from the pits underneath the obstacles was unmistakable. They were filled up with used diapers, and the majority of them were not quite balled up to contain their contents. Falling here meant that the boys would become slathered in someone else’s shitty diapers.

Losing wasn’t an option though, and Danny knew the other boys had an advantage due to them still sporting clean diapers. While he didn’t want to write anyone else off, Danny still believed he could beat at least James and Greg, the two of them were clearly not suited for physical activity. Charlie and Brad were another story though, they clearly spent more time in a Gym than Danny spent so far at the university, Brad especially was trained for high intensity exercises like this.

“The way to win this challenge is simple, just be the first person to reach the end of the course ahead of you. To start, you must make your way through the crib mobile, swing from the hanging pacifiers, jump from baby bottle to baby bottle, over the diaper changing table, and up the front of the open diaper at the end. See, simple right?” My Coy joked, downplaying the intensity of the actual challenges.

Each contestant had their own path through the first and second obstacle which then converged later on. To start, there was a giant crib mobile spinning and jerking erratically with baby accessories hanging from hooks that were as large as the contestants themselves. If you fell on an obstacle, there was a ladder on the other end so you wouldn’t need to repeat the obstacle, but the last thing any of the boys wanted to do was fall into the pit. Next were the pacifiers, there were four pacifiers in a row extending from above. To proceed they would need to swing from the pacifier handles one to the next without falling. Danny wasn’t sure James even had the arm length to reach the next handle.

After the pacifiers came the Baby Bottles, a series of massive bottles resembling pillars were spaced apart like a ring toss carnival game. The contestant would need to jump from bottle to bottle, holding onto the rubber nipple of the top without falling. ‘those rubber nipples don’t seem very sturdy though, jump with too much momentum and it’ll collapse under your weight’ Danny thought.

Next was the ‘Changing Table.’ A long and rickety table covered in various oversized paraphernalia, such as wipes, baby powder, various baby toys, a stack of diapers and one massive oversized diaper sprawled open which took up most of the space on the table. The idea was that you simply needed to work your way climbing over the obstacles, but the table itself was constantly shifting angles, trying to get you to trip and fall off. If that weren’t enough, mechanical arms big enough to tape up the oversized diaper were swaying around and over the table, clearly just there to forcibly knock you off into the pile of dirty diapers below.

Finally, if you made it off the changing table, there was one final hurdle, or rather diaper, to conquer. It was another massive sprawled open diaper, but this one was fashioned so that the front of the diaper was curled upwards to form a sort of large ramp, about 10 feet in height. There didn’t seem to be much to grab onto, so it seemed you just had to try and run up it as fast as possible, or you’ll tumble down into a pit in the diaper’s seat which was fittingly filled to the brim with filled diapers.

“This can’t be happening… oh god…” James’s eyes widened. It was clear he was the odd one out in this contest.

“Oh please, get a grip little dude. I could do this course in my sleep.” Brad retorted. “Not like I’m in any danger of losing this one anyway with you around.” James wanted to fire back, but couldn’t find any words. It’s not like Brad was wrong…

“Can you two quit it? We’re all in the same boat here.” Greg chimed in, trying to play the peacekeeper. “If we start fighting each other, how are we supposed to get out of here?”

“…Well, apparently we don’t…” James sighed to himself. Charlie looked at him with pity. “I can’t help but feel bad for him, it’s like he never had a chance.” Danny knew it was true, the kid was basically done for here, but what was he supposed to do? None of them had any power here.

“Hey, we gotta make it through this, okay?” Charlie directed towards Danny. “I don’t want to see you end up like that Austin kid.”

“Uh, we? I, uh, I mean… sure! I’ll have your back if you watch mine.” Charlie grinned watching Danny stumble over his words.

“Ha, as long as I’m not in charge of watching below your back.” Charlie joked back, making Danny blush profusely, snapping back to the reality of his disgustingly filled garment puffing outwards from all of the waste trapped inside. “I… uh… wasn’t the one that used this diaper…” Charlie raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.

“Well, considering what I’ve seen so far from this place, it wouldn’t surprise me. Besides, if you actually needed diapers, I would’ve noticed the extra padding under your running shorts by now.” Charlie teased. “Yeah well… if I knew you were into guys, I would’ve asked you out on a run by now.” Danny flirted back, though… Charlie seemed suddenly taken aback. ‘Maybe I was a little too forward…’ Danny sighed to himself.

“Hey, this isn’t a dating game show you know.” Mr. Coy yelled with annoyance. “Babysitters, get these boys in starting position already.” The babysitters then led all the boys each into yet another crib, but on the far end of them lied the obstacle course.

“At the end of a count down, the far ends of your cribs will rise and the race will begin. By the way, try not to get too messy, we don’t usually do showers here.” Mr. Coy advised.

“Three!”

Danny got ready into position to run. He looked to the crib on his right and saw Charlie doing the same.

“Two!”

“Hey.” Charlie called to Danny. “No time like the present, right?”

“One!”

‘Wait, did he just say he’d go out with me…?’ Danny thought to himself.

“Begin!”

A horn sounded and the crib doors slid down. Still slightly reeling from Charlies sudden comment, Danny ran down the path towards the first obstacle. At least, he was trying to run, the diaper pushing his legs apart made it seem more like a waddle than anything else. As if that wasn’t bad enough, all the movement started to make the diaper’s mess leak out the sides and down his legs. Danny cringed at the feeling, but pressed onwards. At least it didn’t smell any worse than the rest of the room.

It was then that Danny saw it, the Crib Mobile, spinning like some sort of weird carnival machine. The path that he had been waddling down had also slowly shrunk until there was about a foot width left. Clearly Mr. Coy didn’t want to leave any room to save yourself. Taking a quick look to the right and left, Brad was already halfway through the obstacle, while Charlie seemed focused on timing his entry on the path to dodge the mobile. Greg and James seemed to be only just arriving down from the cribs, at least the diaper didn’t weigh Danny down too much.

“Don’t overthink it, there’s a pattern to it” Charlie yelled over to Danny. “Right, thanks!” After assessing for a few more seconds, Danny made a break for it and successfully slipped through the Mobiles swinging arms. Only as he tried to stop his momentum however, did he realize he made a mistake. Instead of firmly planting his right foot down, instead he slipped on the seeping mess from within his own diaper.

“Ugh, fuck!” Danny reached out and tried to grab the platform to save himself, but the liquid shit that leaked onto the path stopped him from getting any sort of grip. Danny wanted to yell out, but he figured he would be better of keeping his mouth closed as he fell into the diaper pit.

While the landing was soft, partially due to the diaper padding but mostly due to the soft shit inside them, Danny now had at least 10 different diapers and their dumps sticking and smearing onto the outside of his body. Not only that, but he was now at least waist deep in the trash heap. “Hey are you okay?” Danny heard Charlie yell down to him. “Been better.” Danny replied as he pulled off a diaper stuck to his cheek. “Just keep going, don’t worry about me.”

Danny slowly made his way through the muck, feeling his bare feet squish down into loaded diaper seats, while being forced to use his arms to push his way through the fetid pile. Danny heard a loud thunk and a yell come from behind him and saw that Greg had also suffered a similar fate, getting knocked off the mobile. Greg picked himself up, unstuck a diaper from his bearded chin and gagged, the harsh smell clearly affecting him. His brown beard was now a noticeably different shade of brown, along with other splotches of shit smeared on his burly form from his less than graceful landing.

Finally, after wading through the pit, Danny finally started climbing up the ladder on the other side of the obstacle. Once he reached the top, he looked up to see an arm extending down to him. “I thought I told you to go on ahead.” Danny scolded. “Yeah, and I thought I told you I had your back.” With Charlies help, Danny pulled himself back onto the platform. “Last I heard, you only had the upper part of my back.” For a split second, their two gazes met. Danny was screaming internally having Charlie see him covered in literal shit wearing an equally loaded diaper, but his soft blue eyes were a comforting sight. As they started to continue the race Danny was sure to clear off as much shit as he could from his feet so he wouldn’t see a repeat.

Mr. Coy watched their progress with a noticeable bulge in his suit pants. Brad had reached the Pacifiers and was trying to swing across. Charlie and Danny ran and waddled respectfully towards the next obstacle, splitting apart once their paths diverged again. Greg was slowly wading through the pit as Danny had done just before, though he was having a harder time working his way through the muck due to his bigger size. Finally, James was slowly crawling across his beam back on the first obstacle, not even daring to stand up. While his progress was slow, he was small enough that the mobile would spin right over him so there was no way he would get knocked off at least.

After splitting up from Charlie again, Danny viewed the second obstacle before him, the Pacifier swings. Brad was already swinging to the final one. Danny noticed that Brad used his body to swing back and forth to get enough momentum to be able to reach the following swing. ‘Well, if It works for him’ Danny thought to himself. He tried to wipe the excess poop smeared on his hands as best as he could, and jumped up and grabbed the first swing. He moved his waist back and forth, grimacing as the movement forced more of the piss and shit mix to leak out and down his legs. To Danny’s surprise he was able to get a lot of movement on the swing as he realized the packed diaper’s mass helped him get moving.

‘Well… I guess this heavy diaper wasn’t totally a detriment’ Danny thought, still cringing from the waste dripping down his legs. He reached out and grabbed the next swing, now officially hanging over the dreaded pit of diapers. The smell assaulted his nostrils once again as Danny tried his best not to look down. Keeping with the momentum, Danny was able to continue on from swing to swing until the final one. With one final push, Danny swung forward and let go of the bar. Landing on his ass, the diaper left a notable splat on the platform, but Danny had successfully gotten past.

Looking over to Charlie, Danny saw him mid-jump to the platform. While he landed with his legs still hanging off the platform, Charlie pulled himself up with his raw upper body strength. Danny marveled at his toned chest and arm muscles, glistening with sweat due to the intensity of the obstacle.

“Unless you’re planning to stare at my ass the whole way, you should probably get running.” Charlie teased as he ran past Danny, his unbroken gaze clearly not going unnoticed by the frat boy. “Uh… just watching your back.” Danny replied as he followed behind him, but he did have to admit seeing Charlie’s toned ass wrapped in a thick diaper was quite a sight.

Mr. Coy rolled his eyes watching the two flirt with each other. “They’re lucky they’re both cute… but it’s not called the Diaper Dating Games.” he mumbled as he checked on the progress once again. Brad was far in the lead, currently jumping on one of the baby bottles in the next obstacle. “You know, this isn’t much of a contest with an athlete just sweeping the contest.” He said offhandedly to a Babysitter. “Yes sir, may I suggest evening the odds a tad?” He replied as a sly smile broke out on Mr. Coy’s face.

Brad was holding on to the rubber nipple of the first baby bottle. It felt solid to grip, but too much force and it would just collapse. Suddenly, Brad felt his bladder cramp. “What the fuck… is happening…” he moaned as his muscles seized and suddenly released. Brad was immobile as the hot piss spilled out of his cock and into the diaper, the front quickly expanding and staining a noticeable yellow. The garment grew heavy and started sagging around the jock’s waist as the flow continued. Brad blushed, thoroughly wasn’t sure how he even had something left to piss in him. “That should slow him down a bit…” Mr. Coy smiled as the front of his suit pants throbbed watching the humiliated muscled man helplessly wet his diaper.

Meanwhile on the back end of the contest, Greg was halfway through the swings. He was using his weight similarly to Danny’s loaded diaper to press forward. Greg looked down and gagged, he wasn’t sure if he would ever get the shitty diaper smell out of his beard now. In dead last was James, trying to reach for the second bar, but clearly unable to get any sort of forward momentum. In a Hail Mary, the lad jumped for the next bar and barely grabbed it with three fingers. Time appeared to slow down for James however, as his fingers slipped off of the bar one by one, until he dropped face first into the odorous pool below. As he lifted himself up, he peeled a diaper off his head, leaving his face completely smeared in the load it contained. After taking about 10 seconds to try not to lose his lunch, he began wading towards the ladder.

“Yo, what’s wrong Brad? Scared of heights or something?” Charlie yelled out towards a frozen Brad in the middle of the third obstacle. “Fuck off, don’t even fucking look at me” Brad yelled back while being sure to hide his soaked diaper behind the nipple of the bottle. After a wince, Brad finally regained control of his bladder and angrily jumped two more bottles to reach the changing table.

“You go first, I don’t think I’ll be able to go through as fast as you.” Danny told Charlie. With a thumbs up, the two hopped from bottle to bottle. Once again, Danny was appreciative that his loaded diaper at least gave him a good center of gravity, and the two reached the other side with little issue.

“Hey, does Brad look okay to you?” Charlie asked, watching Brad make his way onto the Changing Table. “He almost looks like he’s in pain.” Sure enough, Brad was on the table, trying to keep his balance while the floor tilted sharply in all directions. His face was red as if he was straining, and he was barely avoiding the arms on both sides were sweeping around the table. He tried hopping over one of the arms, but the in small moment of him unclenching he let out a loud trumpeting fart. Charlie and Danny looked at each other and laughed.

Brad’s face turned bright red as a cramp streaked across his gut. He knew he had to take a dump, and he could only hold it in a little bit longer. He crossed his legs and forced his ass shut, at least he could try to keep his dignity… but then another massive cramp hit him. Brad audibly moaned as a log of shit forced its way out of his ass, tenting the back of his diaper outwards. “Don’t you fucking laugh at me!” Brad turned and yelled back to the two snickering boys, but as he turned forward once again, the sweeping arm slammed him right in the face.

Brad flailed as he fell into the pit and yet another audible splat could be heard as he landed. Danny looked over the edge and watched Brad face down in the pit as his diaper expanded and bloated outwards as Brad, no longer able to control himself, filled it with a massive load of shit as more audible crackles and farts echoed. Danny noticed the blinking light on Brad’s collar and realized this wasn’t just a random bout of incontinence. Brad on the other hand, stayed face down in the pile, unable to face the two boys who just watched him utterly defile himself.

“Phew, what a stinker, guess that’s what happens when you have a high protein diet!” Mr. Coy yelled with a sinister smile from the sidelines, his eyes locking with Danny’s. “Hey we gotta finish this fast.” Danny whispered to Charlie, who looked down at the pitiful hunk now painted with soiled diapers, catching a whiff of fresh shit cutting through the rest of the vile pile’s stench. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

Danny hopped onto the Changing Table and grabbed the oversize diaper in the middle. He was planning on sliding through the middle instead of climbing around the sides where the arms were more likely to swipe him. At least, that was the plan until the Table lurched forwards and something large and heavy landed on Danny’s back. “Fuck, I’m sorry, didn’t expect it to do that.” Charlie apologized as he rolled off of Danny, the two now laying together in the seat of the oversized diaper. “It’s okay, really don’t worry about it.” Danny fumbled over his words, flustered by the handsome guy who more or less just humped him, even if just for a second. “Well, so much for getting out of here clean though…” Charlie’s replied as he looked down at his now shit-covered chest which smeared from Danny’s backside. Taking a glance downwards, Danny noticed the front of Charlie’s diaper seemed a tad larger too, but it wasn’t because he had pissed himself. ‘Is he enjoying this?’ Danny wondered.

Danny hoisted himself over the backside of the diaper and stood up, taking Charlies hand to steady himself. Although the table was jerking intensely, Danny was able to leap off to the final platform. Charlie followed suit soon behind, after narrowly dodging an oncoming arm by ducking back into the now slightly soiled diaper obstacle.

Finally, the two stood at the base of the final large diaper obstacle. Without a second thought, Charlie sprinted up the Diaper Ramp, and while he gained a lot of vertical height, his arm was still about a couple inches away from gripping the top. “Ugh, shit!” Charlie fittingly yelled as gravity claimed him, sending him tumbling down into the pit of diapers lying at the bottom of the ramp. He could feel four different loads spreading and squishing and his back fell into the soiled padding, even one slicking the back of his hair upwards slightly. Maybe it was his imagination, but Danny could’ve sworn Charlie’s crotch had twitched…

“You okay?” Danny asked as he stood over the pit. “Not really, this ramp is impossible. If I couldn’t make it with that try, I doubt any of us are able to.” Danny studied the ramp as Charlie brushed off the diapers sticking to his back. “I have an idea. Maybe give me a boost and once I’m up there I’ll pull you up too.” Charlie wasn’t as thrilled with the idea though. “So, what, you get to take the win then?”

Danny was slightly taken aback. “Well, there’s no way I can run up as far as you with this… extra weight.” Danny motioned to the destroyed diaper barely clinging to his waist. “Plus, I’m smaller, and we both know you’re stronger…” Charlie evaluated the options, and realized there really weren’t many of them. “Besides, I’m pretty sure it beats losing.” Danny reminded him curtly.

Charlie walked over to the base of the ramp and got in a position to boost. “Better make this count then.” Danny used the short platform to try and build up as much speed as his waddling would let him, and stepped on Charlie’s outstretched hands. Like a springboard, Charlie launched him into the air, and unlike his attempt, Danny got a grip on the top of the ramp. He slowly pulled himself up, using the pit of diapers below as extra motivation not to fall back off.

“Well Gentlemen, it looks like we have our winner!” Mr. Coy cheered. “The rest of you better hurry up, unless you want to end up like your gas masked friend.” Not needing the extra reminder, Charlie once again sprinted up the ramp and once again found the top ever so slightly out of reach. As he was about to tumble, Danny reached out and grabbed his arm. Although his grip slid slightly due to the smeared shit on Charlie’s forearms, Danny was able to pull him up to the platform as well. “Babysitters, go retrieve your boy once they finish the task please, I don’t want them interfering with the remaining contestants…” Mr. Coy scolded, clearly annoyed that Charlie and Danny had worked together to finish the last obstacle. Now both fully on the platform, Charlie gave Danny a fist bump.

The two diapered boys turned and saw their two babysitters waiting past the platform. They came up to them, handcuffed them, and led them to back to the main room where their cribs awaited. “You know, I’ve had worse first dates.” Danny joked to Charlie who smirked in turn. “Yeah well, gotta say I’m not too big on your cologne. It’s a tad fragrant.” The boys then saw a large monitor descend from the ceiling and light up, displaying the other contestant’s progress.

Brad was standing before the final obstacle, still stinking from his failure of the last obstacle, but even more so in his failure to hold his own shit in. Even from the bird’s eye view displayed, the back of his diaper was clearly lumpy and bulged profusely. In spite of it the jock sprinted up the ramp and grabbed the top, pulling himself up with raw strength while his filthy diaper sagged down a couple inches.

“And a respectable third place finish from our athlete, and maybe next time he’ll get through the challenge without having an accident.” Mr. Coy taunted the jock. Brad looked towards the suited man watching from the side, but then looked back down towards his feet. His pride was clearly shot. As the two before him, his babysitter brought him back to the cribs to join the other two stinking winners.

“Jeez, and I thought we smelled bad.” Charlie taunted as the babysitter locked Brad back in the crib. Brad glared at him, but clearly wasn’t in a mood to fire back. “You know, Mr. Coy made you… do that.” Danny told Brad. “Your collar was blinking, I think it does something to our body and makes us… well…” Brad was slightly comforted by Danny’s comment, but sitting down into his full diaper was a punishment of its own, feeling his soft load squish all over his ass and towards the front, his balls now surely covered in his mess. “Yeah well, the professor better hope he doesn’t end up in one of these collars.”

Finally, Greg and James reached the final obstacle. James was disturbingly coated in shit; Danny guessed his attempts at the other obstacles were also less than successful. Greg wasn’t in a much better state, clearly exhausted from the physical activity. Greg tried to run up the ramp as Charlie and Brad did before him, but couldn’t reach the speed required to even get close, and soon tumbled down back into the pit. James sat down and looked defeated. “This is it… isn’t it.” He sighed to the bear once again trying to peel off diapers from his body. Greg looked up at the ramp and knew there was no way he could reach the top, and he knew James wasn’t even going to get close… at least on his own.

“I think for one of us it is…” Greg looked at the poor boy nearly on the verge of tears. “I’m gonna need you to get ready to grab the ledge.” The bear ordered James, whose eyes widened by the sudden comment. “W-what does that mean?” Greg swooped up the boy in his arms, and ran towards the ramp. “Wait wait wait, what are you doing?!” James cried as Greg threw him to the top of the ramp. Luckily for James, he fell down on the top of the platform, successfully securing fourth place.

“What a touching sacrifice made by baby Greg to let James continue his stay in the games.” Greg winced at the ‘baby’ comment, as the weight of his final gambit for James sunk in, similarly to how he was sinking back into the pit of diapers at the bottom of the ramp.

Mr. Coy clapped, and the Babysitters retrieved the final two boys. James, still covered in shit looked on at Greg with pity. The husky TA was now handcuffed and bound in the spotlight where Austin was previously. Greg looked back and caught his gaze too. “Hey, its okay buddy. I decided to do this, don’t look so dow-“ Greg was cut off as another large pacifier was inserted in his mouth and securely tied behind his head.

“You know Greg, I had high hopes for you here. You really were the most mature of the group, but I guess you now see where kindness gets you in this world.” Mr. Coy said while looking down from his throne. “And we all know what happens when my baby boys don’t reach my expectations” He taunted as Greg’s babysitter walked towards the wheel, and gave it a hefty turn.

The color scheme of the wheel once again melded to the shade of yellow-brown reminiscent to Brad and Danny’s vile diapers. It circled two and then three times, until it began to slow. A cold sweat broke out on Greg’s face, clearly not ready for any of the options the wheel could land on. With one final tick of the wheel, his fate was decided. The Wheel read ‘Diaper Pail.’

“Oh boy kid, this is a rough one, you get to spend the rest of your time here in one of the Games’s diaper pails, and uh, not sure if you noticed but we get a lot of filthy diapers around here.” Greg’s eyes widened as Mr. Coy explained his punishment. “But uh, clean diapers are kind of a no-no for diaper pails, so we’ll have to do something about that.” Mr. Coy pointed to Greg’s thick padding. Although the outside had been smeared and stained by the course, the inside was still sparkling clean other than Greg’s sweaty ass musk. Greg tried to protest from behind the pacifier, but his cries fell of deaf ears as Mr. Coy smiled and tapped away on his keypad.

Greg’s stomach lurched as his collar started to blink. Danny could tell he was in distress, just like Austin and Brad were. He cried out behind the gag, clearly begging for anyone to help him, but the babysitters instead pulled out their cocks and began stroking, enjoying the show Greg was forced to put on. A putrid fart echoed, and then another, as Greg’s asshole was being assaulted by a load forcing its way out. James looked on with pity, as a crackles and pops could be heard alongside Greg’s cries as his load broke through his control. The diaper expanded, more and more, as hard logs pushed outwards against the padding, soon followed by a soft load of shit filling out the cracks. Shit squished its way towards the front, enveloping his balls and seeping up towards his cock as he gave out once more, and he began pissing the front of his diaper, mixing in with his massive load to create a vile mixture of liquid shit.

The smell was overpowering. “My god baby Greg, we’ll have to do something about that diet of yours, you’re clearly not eating very healthy.” Mr. Coy chided. “At least nobody needs to worry about untaping that ungodly concoction you made in there.” His babysitter chained the poor lad up to a space on the floor as it soon descended below. A video screen lit up in the main room as Greg could be seen in a wide dungeon, chained to the floor. His shit filled diaper pushing his ass up a couple of inches off the ground. Mr. Coy then tapped a couple buttons on his keypad, and a vent above Greg opened up. Vile diapers rained from the ceiling, pelting the poor bear down to the floor with nowhere to run. Greg dry heaved, clearly not ready for the stink of all the diapers to assault his nose, as he tried to stay above the heavy flow of diapers still dropping over him. Shit caked the poor boy’s body as his body hair was thoroughly slicked down from the wads of shit in the used diapers which now surrounded him. His dark brown hair and beard now gelled a horrid light yellow-brown from the vile flow of padding.

“Well now, that was quite enjoyable wasn’t it.” Mr. Coy said with glee towards the other prisoners. The babysitters jacking off around the room blowing their loads once again, clearly quite happy with Greg’s ‘performance.’ “But now, lets give a small prize to our winner.” Danny jerked upwards, with the room’s attention now fixated on him. “Give the boy a change, would you? He’s stinking up the room.” The mad professor told Danny’s Babysitter.

Danny was led out of his crib and laid down before everyone in the spotlight of the room. The Babysitter growled at Danny “Better not try anything stupid, or I’ll throw you down that pit with the other Baby.” The diaper was untaped as a different yet equally acrid smell filled the room. Danny looked over to Charlie who visibly recoiled by the stench, but was sure to take a peek at Danny’s shit smeared, but quite respectably sized manhood. The Babysitter wasn’t one to give high quality changes, as he used the diaper itself to smear off the shit caking Danny’s crotch. He then unfolded another thick diaper and efficiently taped Danny up and returned him to his crib.

“I hope you enjoy your new target by the way.” Mr. Coy mentioned to the Babysitter who smiled, and picked up the disgustingly loaded garment, making sure not to spill any waste on the floor. He walked over to the pit where Greg now resided, and pitched the open diaper like a baseball down the pit. The attention shifted to the TV where Greg was shown, as the pitch landed directly right over Greg’s face, shit side down. The mess splattered all over the already covered boy, leaking down his head and face. Although his arms couldn’t reach his head due to the chains, Greg was able to shake the diaper off with some effort, though his hair and face was now fully slicked down and smeared with the signature shade of brown.

“Well now, I think it’s time for the boys to get prepared for the next challenge. I have some… business to take care of.” Mr. Coy stood up with a raging boner visible to see, clearly he had a long overdue orgasm to attend to. The cribs then began to descend into the floor, returning the remaining four to the dungeon below.

I was rimming Jonathon in the cabana, eating his ass like a starving boy while I gave him a baby oil hand job, taking my time, slowly pumping blood up into his cock, making it as big and hard as it can get. He was moaning and moving his hips , fucking my hand.

Finally he flopped me down doggie style and fucked me hard, it didn’t take long before he dumped a huge load of hot seed inside me. He had been horny since he came into the strip club last night and saw Maurice’s big cock. Jonathon told me he wanted to watch Maurice fuck me, the idea of that kept making him horny.

Maurice had different ways to make money in the local sex scene, he liked to fuck wives while their husbands watched. One night at work he told me he had a couple clients who wanted Maurice to fuck the wife while she watched her husband with another man.

So Maurice asked me to go with him and play with the husband. Kim was strawberry blonde and a total 30 year old hardbody, Jim was a good looking guy with a smooth gym body , more of a fitness model than a muscle man, very hot, tanned.

We all got naked onto this huge bed, Kim started stroking Maurice while Jim and I started making out, I stroked his meat while he rubbed and squeezed my ass . Maurice rolled Kim on her back and started eating her, Jim laid on his back and I started sucking his cock while he fingered my ass. Maurice laid back and Kim climbed on top of him and started slowly inserting his BBC into her shaved snatch.

It didn’t take long and she was riding him deep. Jim layed me back and raised my legs up while he was on his side, he slowly entered me, it was a nice position , we could keep kissing while he slowly fucked me, his cock felt big and he was going real deep inside me.

I was soon moaning like a bitch. I loved feeling submissive; he held me in one position while he fucked me. He kept telling me how sexy I was , how he loved my femme look and petite body and the feel of my cunt. He said he loved being inside me and I loved the feel of his cock.

Maurice was soon on top of Kim and pounding her hard, his cock looked huge ramming in and out of her, she was talking dirty to him , “Fuck me, fuck me with your big black cock” Jim picked up the pace and started fucking me harder and deeper, I was rock hard and soon had a prostate orgasm, I cried out when Jim squirted a big load inside me, I love the feel of hot cum inside me.

We laid there in bliss while Maurice fucked Kim for another 20 minutes, steading pounding her, hard and deep, she sounded like she came 20 times. Finally he gave her a nice cream pie, you could see a lot of cum leaking out of her pussy, very sexy to watch. Never a dull moment with Maurice.

I woke before dawn, sore but satiated, unable to sleep because of the building story demanding attention in my mind. The studio apartment was small but comfortable enough for the time I’d be here. And there was that gigantic double French door right beside the bed that opened up onto a balcony half way up the tiered-building steep slope of the Italian fishing village rising from a quaint Mediterranean Sea harbor. The harbor was shared by a small yacht marina and a larger dock area for fishing boats that still shoved out to sea overnight to bring their catch in in the morning. This was a village I didn’t remember the name of that was yet another charming, picturesque Italian coastal town on my summertime journey around Italy. It had all been arranged by my literature professor, Brandon James, through a gay-friendly travel agency. All of the villages on the itinerary were picturesque like this and were chosen as destinations to whet my creative writing juices.

At twenty, I was one of James’s star college students and bed partners. He had arranged this summer-session trip for me to create a portfolio of stories for his course work—well, two portfolios. There was one related to culture and travel around the coast of Italy for his class and there was another portfolio of stories just for him of sexual activity with men on my travels. Both he and I knew which stories were the more inspiring and easy to write for me.

My muse wouldn’t let me sleep even though the evening before had been taxing—probably because the evening before had been taxing. I rose from the bed, just in my sleeping shorts, took up my computer, and took it out to the table on balcony, where I could watch the early fingers of dawn reflecting off the Mediterranean and start writing a story inspired by the previous evening’s encounter.

The actual events and the way I wove the story diverged after a while, as happened with all of the stories I was writing just for Brandon, but the inspiration was uniform and they started out in concert.

I had gone down to a terraced area square, two terraces up from the harbor front, the previous evening, where there was a largely open tavern bar with a glorious view of the activity in the harbor. The sun was going down in vibrant colors, inviting lingering over a delicious dinner and a bottle of wine, eased by a guitar player strumming ballads in a rich, seductive tenor. I was, of course, alone at my table, but I had been seated prominently on the terrace, the host whispering something about “a beautiful young man should be prominently displayed.” Before he pulled away, he asked if I was English and when I said, no, American. In response to this he bunched the fingers of one hand together and kissed them, giving me a deep smile.

I knew that this was a gay-friendly tavern. The travel agency gave me extensive notes about where to go and what to see on my travels. Brandon had augmented these to emphasize how I could get inspiration for my stories—both mainstream and gay male.

There were men at other tables, several of them older men. All of these were either handsome or sexually attractive—or both at once—as so many Italian men seem to be. Many of them were making eyes at me, encouraging contact. One was bolder than the rest. Salvatore, as I was to learn was his name, had a wavy mane of salt-and-pepper hair, with a trimmed mustache and beard to complete the aura of being engagingly hirsute. He was wearing a black satin shirt, unbuttoned half way to his navel and showing that he indeed was hirsute, and black trousers. A gold chain around his neck caught the light from the fairy lights strung over the terrace area and becoming more prominent as the sun went down.

He was the first to make a move, bringing a bottle of wine to my table.

“I couldn’t help but notice the swill they have served you—their house wine. I overheard you were American. A traveler to Italy deserves a better wine than that. I have brought you a better wine. May I pour you a glass?”

“Yes, why not? Thanks,” I said.

“But you should not drink alone. May I join you?”

“Yes, certainly.” I was shopping for inspiration for stores. This was easy inspiration for a story. I recognized that this was the start of a hookup if I acceded to it. He was a very sexy, mature man—well groomed and in great muscular shape for his age. He wasn’t handsome, but his somewhat coarse, thuggish face had character.

I took a sip and then a deeper drink. He was leaning into me, his eyes drilling in me as if he was on pins and needles on whether or not I liked the wine. I understood it was more than that. If I continued drinking his wine he could have me.

“The wine is delicious,” I said, giving him a smile. The notes I had been given had told me that saying this was saying more than just I would accept the wine.

Returning the smile, he reached over and unbuttoned the top of the white cotton shirt I was wearing over worn jeans. I didn’t resist. The seduction was progressing. That I acted like the undressing hadn’t already started signaled for him to continue, as he wished.

“You are a beautiful young man,” he said in a soothing baritone voice. “How old are you?”

“Twenty,” I said. “I am on a writing sabbatical from a university in North Carolina—a southern state in the United States.” I took another deep pull on the wine, which was heady and intoxicating. “This wine is really good, but it’s heavy too. One could get drunk on this.”

“Yes, one could, as one could easily get drunk on your beauty. And then one could become quite uninhibited, couldn’t one? Twenty is such a wonderful age. Such a beautiful body and flexible, I’m sure. Are you an athlete?”

“I do compete in gymnastics for my university, yes.” A hand went to my knee. I didn’t pull away, so it moved higher on my thigh.

“Are you traveling with someone else? A young woman, or perhaps an older man?” He wanted to know if I would take a daddy.

“No, I’m traveling alone,” I answered.

“But if you did travel, would it be with a young woman or an older man?” he asked, adding, before I could process this and wonder what to answer—how quickly and pointedly to progress a seduction I was encouraging. “Are you aware of why single men come to this tavern—what sort of clientele they specialize in here?”

“I had been told, yes,” I said.

“So, a younger woman or an older man?”

“An older man,” I answered.

“Ah, you perhaps have experience with older men then?”

“Yes.” Why lie? I had already said “yes” in my mind. My muse was already weaving this into a story.

His hand was put to my crotch now, cupping my balls through the worn material of my jeans. The jeans were more worn in the crotch than on the legs. I purposely wore them for attention. He rubbed my cock through the material with his thumb. I moaned low and he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was hard. I didn’t take it away, but, rather, traced the side of the shaft through the material.

“I am a man of considerable experience,” he said. “Younger men enjoy me.”

“I’m sure they do,” I said. I relaxed back into my chair, spreading my legs, letting him get a full feel of me.

“I have a car just over there by the square,” he whispered. “Will you go with me for . . . ?” And he named a very attractive fee.

Up to this point, how it unfolded and how I wrote it were pretty much the same, if the written version was, perhaps, more pointed and direct—and overtly sexy—than the reality. From here it diverged. I wrote it up as Salvatore turning out to be an Italian count with a winery and villa higher in the hills, but still overlooking the sea.

In this version of the story, he drove me there in his Maserati, but before we got to the villa, he drove off the road between two rows of grapevines. Cupping the back of my neck he leaned me over to him and our mouths went into a kiss. From there, he guided my face down into his lap, where he’d already unzipped and pulled a half-hard shaft out. He was, of course, heavily hung. I gave him head until he was in full erection, and then he moved under me into the passenger seat, pulling my clothes off of me as he did so. He forced me down into his lap, facing him.

He took considerable time sheathing his shaft inside me, as I gasped and panted at the effort to stretch to his length and girth demands. He fucked me there, grasping my hips, squeezing my channel open, and pulling me up and down on his throbbing cock.

After he’d fucked me in the car, he drove up to his villa; guided me to a torch-lit terrace overlooking the sea; gave me more wine, which made me mellow and completely open to him; and slowly undressed me and himself, kissing and fondling me in the process. He had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a man, which he spent considerable time getting inside me again. Once firmly mounted, he manipulated me into various athletic positions and fucked me through the night before returning me to my flat, well-fucked and with a rose stem in my teeth. He exhibited every bit of sexual prowess that he had claimed he could.

In the story version, he barebacked me, pumping me full of cum so that it dribbled out of my hole and down my inner thighs, and I could feel each of the multiple, gushing releases inside me.

The reality was that he drove me up several more levels of the hillside village in his Toyota sedan, turned into an alley between houses, where the garages were at the back of the lot, and drove into a garage and lowered the door behind us. There, inside the Toyota and the dark garage, he fondled and kissed me as he undressed me, forced me on my knees to give him head, and turned me away from him on all fours on the passenger seat as he grasped my hips between his hands and ate me out to where I was begging for the cock.

I was naked. He’d pulled his shirt off to reveal a manly, hirsute chest, but only unzipped and flared his trousers to release his shaft, which was mighty, but not as hung as in the other version of my story. He moved over into the passenger seat and pulled me down into his lap, on the cock, facing him, and he fucked me there in his garage and in his Toyota. He guided and aided me in bouncing up and down on his cock with hands gripping, separating, and manipulating my glutes. He became more active in my rising and falling as we approached liftoff. I had one hand gripping his shoulder and the other stroking my cock when we both tensed, jerked, held, and shot our loads—me into his belly and the matting of his lower chest and Salvatore into the bulb of his condom.

We held, our panting coming under control for several minutes. I could tell he wasn’t finished. He wasn’t going soft. And, indeed, after a few minutes, he worked his way out from underneath me, going onto his knees in the driver’s seat, and putting me on my butt on the passenger seat, my back against the passenger door. He pulled the spent condom off and rolled another on. He grasped my ankles and put them on his shoulders. Then he hovered over me, I grunted and groaned as he penetrated again, and he fucked me in a longer, more languid, second coming, pulling me up near the end, reversing me onto my knees in the passenger seat, my cheek pressed against the passenger window, and my right hand under my belly, stroking myself off again, as he mounted and fucked me in the doggy position. I knew when we were finished why he had been so interested in my flexibility and athletic skills.

Ah, the vigor and staying power of mature Italian men. I had encountered the same all along my journey down the Ligurian Coast. In both versions—the erotic story and the reality—his sexual prowess was superb.

He was good for the cited fee, and he did drive me back to my flat, but there was no long-stemmed rose to hold between my teeth. It all happened quickly and quietly. I couldn’t help but think that perhaps Salvatore’s family—a wife and several kids—were in the house at the front of the lot, completely unaware that he was fucking a twenty-year-old, small stature, reddish-blond American man in their garage.

The story I wrote under the balcony light as the fingers of dawn stole in from the sea and into the harbor was a combination of inspiration, reality, and fantasy.

* * * *

Following the research method Brandon had taught me, after I’d dashed off the story of the encounter with the Italian count, I began to look down into the town as it tumbled down to the sea and observe the village coming to life along with the advance of dawn. My mind searched for inspiration for a mainstream story and I found it, first, in the appearance on the horizon of the sea of fishing boats returning to the village from an overnight sail, bringing their catch in for the morning market. They had been doing this for thousands of years, and my mind formed a story of the constant daily cycle of life—of handsome, muscular men in constant, practiced ballet motion.

While I was working on this, another inspiration intruded. In a nearby building two tiers down from my balcony, I saw a light go on in an uncurtained window. It was some sort of kitchen-dining area space. A woman in a housecoat appeared, soon to be joined by a man in work clothes. She fixed their breakfast and they sat silently side by side, seemly disconnected, while they ate it. He left. A short time ago, another man appeared in the room. The woman became more demonstrative to the presence of a man. They embraced. She pulled down a shade over the window before my voyeur experience could continue. It was not before I’d had an inspiration for a mainstream story though.

In this case, there also was a bonus, in that it gave me inspiration for a story for Brandon’s more private portfolio as well. At this moment, I worked more on this version of the story than the other, although I was later to write of two erotic versions, and, eventually, a few other nonerotic ones as well.

In the gay male version, the couple can be seen eating their breakfast in isolation from each other, but in this version, the man, younger than the woman, is just in briefs and a singlet and the woman is dressed for work. She leaves and shortly another man, wearing just athletic shorts, so evidently someone living in the building as well, enters. The two men embrace. The shades are not drawn on the window, and the storyteller voyeur watches the second man strip and lay the first man down on his back on the breakfast table and fuck him in the missionary position. In writing this up I had the choice of the original couple both being men.

Several stories, in the separate portfolios, with the single basic plotline. My portfolios were filling out, thanks to the inspiration that was all around me.

* * * *

Thinking of watching a man lay another one on table through a window two tiers of buildings down from my balcony had made me horny again. I was young and virile—always on the prowl, always willing and wanting to take cock. Brandon usually took care of me well, but Brandon wasn’t here now. Italian men were so sexy and commanding. It was like I was in a candy shop in terms of sexual servicing. Salvatore had given me a hint last evening on how to quickly pick up tricks in this village, adding that I was highly desirable to Italian men, many of whom were bisexual, not caring whether they were dipping their wick in a woman or man, as long as they could get hard and get off. Sex was sex was sex. Any means to sexual release was acceptable. All that was required from your partner was the ability to get you hard.

Dawn was grasping the harbor and the ranks of fishing boats spread out across the horizon of the sea were coming closer. I went back into my studio flat and dressed for action. I pulled on a red stringer T-shirt with deep slits on the side and that dipped down in front to show how well cut I was. Instead of briefs, I pulled on a red satin pouch thong. Over this I wore white mesh athletic shorts that didn’t hide the red thong underneath them. Open-toed sandals went on my feet.

Taking my laptop with me, I walked down through the warren of narrow streets to the waterfront, where the piers and quays of the yacht marina and fishing boat harbor lapped up to a wide, stone-floored square with taverns, markets, and other shops located around the periphery. Both women and men suspended their daily routines to ogle me—and all in disapproval; not all by any means—as I descended to the harbor. I found the low stone wall around a postage-stamp-sized park with an ancient, wide-branched tree in its center, and sat. This was the hookup spot Salvatore had told me about.

As I sat down, the first of the nighttime fishing boats reached land. I was entertained by the continued dance of beautiful, muscular male bodies preparing their catches for market and returning their boats to rest until the next time they were taken out. I watched an old, gnarled man, accompanied by a young man, climb out of the first boat. He was hauling lobsters in small cages. He deftly took up four and the boy gamely was handed two, and the two of them—probably grandfather and a grandson learning to take over the boat, struggled off toward the fish market that was just opening for the day in anticipation of the fishing boat fleet’s return with fresh catches.

Here was a story inspiration for my mainstream portfolio. If I aged the boy, I could probably eke out a gay male story as well. If I didn’t age the young man, there were special collections for that as well.

Not long afterward, the last of the fishing boats began to arrive. I sat there on the hookup wall, watching the fishermen come off the boats. They were of various ages. All were fit in keeping with the jobs they had. A few of them looked at me speculatively as they came off the boats. Two of them, burly, heavily muscular, dark and handsome men in their late twenties, each covered in tattoos, stopped as they came off the same boat, whispered to each other, and boldly stood in front of me at the wall.

Finding a willing young man sitting on the wall obviously was routine for them. The pleasure with which they ogled me told me that maybe they didn’t encounter that many handsome blond Americans here, though.

I stood and nodded. They smiled and nodded as well. I inclined my head and gestured with it toward the opening of one of the narrow streets that ascended the slope into the mountainside village. They both grinned at me. I turned and walked to the street opening and then, looking around only a few times to assure myself they were following, I ascended the steep street to the building where my vacation flat was located.

When I reached my building, I entered, propping the entrance door open with the brick provided there for the purpose. I did not check to see if the men were following. In the middle of the first flight of stairs up to my flat, I removed a sandal and dropped it. The other sandal was dropped on the flight after the first turn in the staircase. The string T-shirt was dropped on the next flight, and the white shorts on the last. I left the door to my flat open, from there you could see to the bed and the large French door windows out onto the balcony beyond.

When the two fishermen reached the entry to my flat, they were salivating. I was on all fours on the bed, wearing the red satin pouch, which left my hole exposed, and facing away from the door. The two burly fishermen stripped on the way to the bed. One dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, grasped my hips in his beefy, calloused hands, spread my cheeks with his thumbs, and buried his face in my crack. While he ate me out, the other one came up on the bed on his knees at my head and offered a very nice, half-hard cock for me to suck.

They both, one after the other, mounted and fucked me doggy style. After they’d each fucked me, leaving me stretched out on the bed on my belly, arm draped over the side, humming and panting low, they raided my refrigerator for beer, which they found and perched on the stools at the kitchen counter, chatting and congratulating each other for their find of a willing young American reddish blond.

As I lay there, I looked out of the window to see that a man, naked, was standing at a window in the next building over. He had been watching the two fishermen fuck me. He had his cock in on hand, a cigarette in the other, and was stroking himself. Yet more inspiration of a story I thought. He nodded his head in a “You can come over here” gesture, and I nodded back. Another encounter and story for later.

The two fishermen returned to the bed, climbed up on it together, gathered up my body, and, sandwiching me between them. Realizing what they were going to do, I struggled a bit, but they just laughed and did it anyway. I settled down to panting hard and moaning low and letting them do what they wanted.

Each thrust up inside me, sharing my channel, and fucking me in a double. Crying out “Yes, yes, you big brutes. Fuck me hard!” I writhed between them, taking both cocks together, hard.

The man in the window in the other building, shot his load, but remained to watch me be double fucked. The fishermen showered together as I lay, moaning and panting, watching the man in the window of the other building watching me, and then then dressed, chatting amicably with each other—saying nothing to me—and left my flat without so much as a thank you. One of them did, though, retrieve my clothes off the staircase, toss them into the flat and close the door.

In the story I wrote from the inspiration of this encounter, I would write that I hobbled out to the balcony, maintaining eye contact with the man in the window of the other building, and gestured for him to come across. In the story, he would come across and fuck me on the bed. That’s not what happened in real life. I can’t even say there really was a man in the window. I may have fantasized that.

The two fishermen were real, though. Being doubled was gloriously real.

When I had recuperated, later in the afternoon, I dressed again and went down to the harbor and sat on the wall. This time I attracted the attention of a middle-aged, rather ugly, but fit man coming off the yacht basin piers. He said his name was Giorgio. He expensively dressed in nautical whites. He stopped and looked at me, making eye contact, nonverbally checking on whether I knew what it meant to be sitting on that wall. When he was assured, he took a wallet out and started fanning out high-denomination euro notes.

His yacht was not large, but it was sleek and beautiful and the lounge bed in the fantail accommodated us well when he had sailed us out to off the coast where, lying first on my back and then positioned on all fours, I could enjoy the view of the mountainside village from off shore, while the old man, large of cock, masterful in the fuck, covered and pounded me through the afternoon.

When I finally wrote up the story inspired by the men from the sea, the fishermen would still do me in a double, but, in addition to the version of them following me up to my flat, they would take me out to sea on their fishing boat and have their way with me at length and forcefully. I would be their willing slave and they my commanding masters.

* * * *

His name was Paulo. He was the guitarist from the previous night at the tavern terrace where Salvatore had picked me up. I went there for dinner again that evening to eat, drink, and watch the sun sitting in a riot of color over the Ligurian Sea. The evening before he had made eyes for me and he did so tonight, as well, a waiter telling me that one of the ballads the man played was dedicated to me. He was tall and wiry, dark and sexy. He was more beautiful than handsome, but he was intriguing and interesting to watch and think about. I watched his long, sensual fingers expertly working his guitar and I imagined what those fingers could do on my body. After playing the ballad, the sensuous fingers came off the keyboard and his index finger was pointing at me. We both knew that he was claiming me; we both knew I would succumb to him.

Brandon had advised me to write with variety. That meant that sometimes I needed to write from the perspective of the top—not only the bottom. Paulo struck me as perhaps a bottom rather than a top, in which case all we could do was flirt.

I could use this situation for inspiration, though, and I did. As he played and I drank and ate and took in the rich display of the falling of day, I conjured up a story of when Paulo went on break, I followed him back into the dark passage at the rear of the restaurant, and stopped him there. I turned him, back him to the wall, and possessed his lips with mine, going into a deep kiss that he responded to. I did not speak Italian and he did not speak English. We both, however, spoke the language of fuck. We both fumbled around with the shirts of the other, shedding them, and then with the belts and flies. We released each other, and, as we kissed, he combined our hands to encircle our engorging cocks together and frotted each of us together to full erection.

Holding him against the wall, I grasped his buttocks cheeks and raised his body to me. He hooked his knees on my hips, cried out as I penetrated him, swift and deep, and I fucked him there against the wall.

The reality was that Paulo wasn’t a bottom. He was a top. At the end of his session at the tavern, he climbed to hill to my flat with me, stretched out beside me on the bed, my buttocks nestled into his groin, and he played my body with his sensuous fingers as well as he strummed his guitar. He fucked me in a side split—then later with me on my belly and him riding my ass like a jockey and even later in a missionary. He didn’t leave until day was dawning.

But the inspiration was of the narrator fucking the musician in the dark corridor at the rear of the tavern, and that was how I would write it up.

* * * *

I was so steeped in story inspiration and notes that I remained in my flat, furiously drafting away, ever expending time and effort on polishing the stories for the next two days, only dashing out for food. Well, to be honest, I did return to the tavern overlooking the sea on the second night, bring Paulo, the guitarist, home with me, and lay with and under him through the night. He sensed I was preoccupied with writing, even though in sexual need, and the fucking was slow and sensual, relieved by long periods of cuddling and dozing.

Word was getting out in the village of what I wanted from a man—what I would do for a man. When I opened the door to let Paulo out the next morning, there stood Alonzo, of the pale blue eyes, waiting his turn—and after him, Lorenzo, of the lizard tattoo and bent cock. Carlos, fifty-five if a day, was the most vigorous and taxing of them all, breeding me again and again as if there was no tomorrow for either of us. All of them beautiful, accomplished men, no matter what their age. I no longer had to dress as a whore and sit on a wall at the harbor to announcement my availability. I wasted a whole day on my back on my bed, legs spread and open, taking men’s cocks, but the inspiration for writing of men on top of me, fucking me, flowed unabated.

I was building quite a portfolio of stories to be polished, both “Travels on the Italian Coast” mainstream ones to fulfill the requirements of my sabbatical and to be critiqued in Brandon James’s creative writing class as well as the steamy ones for Brandon’s personal collection. Brandon had said, though, that there were places, on the Internet and at Internet distributors where the gay male stories could be published, so they would be for more than my arousal and Brandon’s enjoyment.

On the fourth morning, having been in this village for six days now and soon to be picked up by someone, an Algerian, I was told, to drive on for a stay and exploration of Rome, I had drafted all of the stories I’d been inspired to write here and ventured out again to sit the wall down in the harbor and, I hoped, pick up a man and new inspiration for stories.

The man who picked me up was a new man—it was Giorgio, the gnarled old rich man with the impossibly big cock who had taken me out on his small yacht and fucked the hell out of me. He stood there in front of me, having come down through one of the village narrow streets. When I saw him, I saw that he was talking to Carlos, the master cocksman, and I realized that they networked their assignations in this town. Giorgio was carrying a hamper and obviously, in his pristine yachting whites, was planning on going out in his boat again. I was dressed as before, with just a change of color from red to blue—a blue stringer T-shirt, showing off my cut torso; a blue thong, under white mesh shorts; and open-toed sandals.

“You’re still here,” Giorgio said, standing in front of me and grinning. “I was about to go to a special island today. Now I know why I packed food and drink for two. Will you go with me and let me spend the day enjoying you on a deserted island?”

“A special desert island?” I asked, intrigued. Remembering the power of his cock and the openness of his pocketbook despite his age and lack of beauty, I was otherwise willing. He named a price, which was more than generous for a day’s frolic.

“It’s not much more than a grove of trees surrounded by a circle of sand. No one lives there. I am one of few who goes there. It offers privacy and an opportunity to be free in thought and action.”

“Free in thought?” I asked. It sounded ideal for coming up for inspiration for stories.

“Yes—in the thought of how many ways I can use your young body. And action—in how well I can fulfill my thoughts. I enjoyed your body on the boat the other day. It was a lovely sonata. You are a beautiful, yielding young man. And you are a slut for it, which an old man like me appreciates. The isolated island, however, with just the two of us will allow opportunity for a symphony of sexual exploration and completion. If you go with me, I will use you totally. We will be alone on the island. I have my pills with me and I will be hard all day. I will take you everywhere sexually. You strike me as a young man who is exploring it all on your travels. Go with me to the island and experience it all.”

“You are quite direct and sure of yourself,” I said.

“And you are without shame. Half of the village has had you. You have opened your legs to any man who wanted to fuck you. I have had you and will have you again. Come, get into my boat. I will fuck you as we go out to the island.”

He had no idea how completely this played to my quest for story inspiration.

“Yes, of course,” I said, rising from the wall, looking beyond the gaunt ugliness of his body and remembering the surprising strength of him and his extraordinary cock as well as the glint in his eyes that I’d observed while he was fucking me on the boat that hinted that there was so much more he wanted to do with my body—and would be capable of doing if I let him—and even if I didn’t let him if he could get me into position, like on a small deserted island, to take what he wanted. I shuddered from anticipation.

He smiled and extended the hand not holding the hamper. “Come, let us go to the boat and out to the special island. Let me show you what an older man with vast experience can do with a young man’s body. You will come for me again and again. We will have no need to talk. I will ravish you. I am paying you a fortune and you will earn every bit of it.”

* * * *

I was pressed in the sand on my back, naked—naked the whole day as Giorgio had relentlessly tracked me down as we moved around the perimeter beach of the small island, caught me, and fucked me. As he promised, he was hard all day, putting it in me whenever I turned around. I received him willingly each time, relaxing, opening, stretching to his demand, moving with his thrusts, taking him deep, clutching at him, and crying out my need and satisfaction. He had called me a slut, and he had called me correctly. He didn’t come each time, but often enough for me to marvel that a man of his age could recharge that often.

Giorgio had brought a collection of restraints and toys onto the island and methodically had used them all in a progressively more demanding taking. The old man was hung and he had taken his pills on the yacht before we reached the island. He was able to maintain a magnificent erection. He also had proven that he could breed me—and did—every half hour or so. He was right—we didn’t talk; we fucked.

He was stronger than I was. He was quicker than I was. He caught and manipulated me at will. I moaned and groaned and sighed and sobbed for him as he used my body totally.

I was trussed up, my legs drawn up into my chest by strong roping that held my arms captive, wrists tied to ankles, and the rope going around my neck to hold me drawn into myself and my thighs spread, giving Giorgio’s hand full access to my ass. His fist was inside me up to the wrist, and he was slow fucking me with the hand. He was leaned over me, sucking on my cock, teasing yet another ejaculation out of me. I was panting heavily and whimpering my surrender. I’d already been through the resistance, crying out, and sobbing phases. It was glorious suffering. I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to stop.

He took his mouth off my cock, to counsel yet again, “Relax. Take it. You’re doing beautifully. Relaxing and giving yourself totally to me will allow me to go deeper.”

Go deeper? I was close to hyperventilating. Did I want him to go deeper? Did it matter what I wanted? Regardless, I did relax more. I came for him, and, with a grunt of pleasure, he pulled his fist out, moved between my trussed up thighs, mounted me with that monster cock of his, penetrated, and once again began the dance of the anal fuck.

Relaxing into this position and having come again myself, my mind started to wander—inspiration flowing in to create a story from this—to project beyond this to an even more fantastic story.

Going back in time and to the Caribbean. The time of pirates and small, remote islands like this. A battle between the merchant ship that I was a young sailor on and pirates. Both of us losing the battle, both of our ships going down. Clothes in tatters, I managed—just me; none of my mates—to swim to a small, deserted island.

The pirates were luckier. Some were already on the island to pull me, totally naked as I came out of the surf, onto the island, dragging me up on the sand. Other pirates came out of the sea behind me.

They trussed me up on the sand there, just as Giorgio has done, and one after the other—and occasionally two together—fucking me and using my body as they liked. Later, when they had hung me between two trees at the center of the island, with the edge of the island in sight from all angles, they whipped and fucked me in turn. My arms and legs were stretched out between the trees in spread-eagled position.

As they had their gang banging way with me, sending me to the heights of both suffering and sexual passion, I could see the sails of another vessel approaching.

Saviors or more devils? I would leave that for later, when I was drafting the story which it would be. Or perhaps I’d leave it to reader choice.

When I came out of my reverie, it was to see that Giorgio was motioning to the sailors who had brought us out to the island—his three-man yacht crew. They had remained on the yacht while we had cavorted on the island. But now Giorgio was giving them their turn. He gestured for them to approach and then he watched, as a voyeur, while the three of them, like the Caribbean pirates of my reverie, shared me, separately and together, on the beach, two in one hole and the third in the other.

* * * *

I lay there on my bed the early morning of that last night in the village, listening to Paulo taking a shower—his last shower here. I already was mostly packed, with my suitcase and carryon sitting by the door and what I would be wearing for the drive to Rome draped over a chair. An Algerian named Munir was supposed to come from me soon, sent by the gay-friendly travel agency to drive me on to Rome to a small vacation flat and to guide me in Rome on my quest for gathering and writing up story inspirations.

Paulo and I had fucked and slept and cuddled on my bed for our last night together. I left a light dimly burning so that the man at the window in the building across the street from my building could watch us languidly fuck. I knew he’d be at the window, and he was. It gave me pleasure to know he was watching us do it—especially as lovingly that we were doing it. I helped give me inspiration, the knowledge that he probably was the only man in this village who wanted to fuck me who had only done so in one of my stories.

This thought moved me as did the bittersweet sensation of having entered a casual short affair with a man I melded to so well as I did with the tavern guitarist Paulo, with both of us knowing the coupling was casual and short lived—and in spite of that having become a deeper, more meaningful relationship, at least for me. I would work to get that into a story or two.

The dawn was creeping in when Paulo had showered dressed and, at the door, had stopped and turned and given me a wistful look before leaving my life forever. Only then did I rise myself, shower, dress, and take a cup of coffee out to the balcony to watch the new day steal into the picturesque harbor town again.

The man across the street, wearing only sleeping shorts, returned to his window and gazed over to me. He ran his hands over his muscular, tight torso and down into his shorts, wear I could see he was working on his cock. I put my coffee cup to the side, unbuckled and flared my trousers, and let those and my briefs drop to the floor of the balcony.

Yet another opportunity to gather inspiration for a voyeur story.

The man was maybe in his late thirties. He was darkly handsome and had a great body. His sleeping shorts slipped to the floor and he leaned into his window, pressing his forehead and the palm of one hand to the glass. His eyes were focused on the half-hard cock projecting from my now-exposed groin. He was in full erection. We both held and stroked off our cocks, our gazes locked on each other across the span of the narrow stone-lined street below us. Light filtered in from reflection of the rising son on the Mediterranean Sea below.

We came almost simultaneously, he against the glass of his window and me onto the street below the balcony.

As I came, I heard the honk of a car horn from below. I looked down over the railing of the balcony to see that a small Mercedes SUV had negotiated its way up the steep, narrow street below and stopped in front of my flat. A beefy, muscular, dark-skinned man had gotten out of the car and was looking up at the balcony. I had no idea how long he had been there—it quite evidently was Munir, the gay-friendly travel agency guide who had been sent to take me to Rome to guide me there and provide who knows what other services—but I’m sure he had been there long enough to have satisfied himself on my sexual interests and willingness.

Munir was grinning up at me. I could already tell that this trip to Rome would be very satisfying and would be the inspiration for many stories for the portfolios I was building.

With a contented sigh, I pulled my briefs and trousers up, zipped up, and went back into the flat to pick up my luggage and to descend to new, Algerian-flavored, summer of Italian-inspiration adventures with Munir.

Before I could leave the flat, I answered the knock of the door, opening it to the handsome, sensual Arab, Munir, who embraced me, took me to the floor under him in the flat’s living room in front of the open door, expertly readjusted our clothing to his need, strongly entered me with a thick erection, and fucked me to the realization that my visit to Rome would be quite satisfying indeed.

Earl, the night security guard where I worked was an Afro American hunk built like a brick shit house. He and I would always have banter together

as I used to see him when I clocked off work and he clocked on. He knew I was gay so would make a lot of jokes about my sex life suggesting that I was always on my knees or bending over some dick.

“Getting plenty of dick tonight Ed?” he asked one evening.

“I wish” I said “I’m not like you, shagging anything with a pulse”.

He chuckled and told me I should go looking for a real man to fuck me.

“Are you offering Earl?” I asked chuckling back.

He made a gesture with his hand to welcome me into his little room. It was here he could make tea/coffee and have a break, even a snooze if he desired on a small bed whilst video links to the building kept the place secure at all times.

I winked at him and went into the room, playing him at his own game.

It was the first time I’d been into his little room and found it to be a cosy snug with photos on the wall of his wife and kids .

“So!” I said “Is it true what they say about Afro dick size?”

“You better believe it Ed. I have one ass stretching dick”.

I didn’t disbelieve it by the way his uniform trousers clung to his rounded arse and bulging crotch. The uniform shirt too fitted tight across

his pectoral muscles and his short sleeves tightly gripped his biceps. He reminded me a little of “The Hulk” just before he burst out of his clothing.

“See for yourself” he said pulling down his zipper and hauling out a massive semi hard, eye watering cock.

“Hey!” I said “What if somebody comes along”

“They won’t” he said “You are the last to leave tonight only you don’t want to leave now do you?”

“Go on touch it Ed you know you want to”.

He stood before me his prick hanging out of his pants and throbbing to be touched. I gently stroked his uncut tip and his foreskin rolled right back as his dick stiffened to show off his bulbous knob.

My heart was thumping wildly as I gripped the dick in my hand loving the feel of the hot cock as it pulsated in my fist.

“On your kneed Ed, worship that fucking cock” he said grinning from ear to ear.

I dropped to me knees, the massive prick staring at me with it’s one eye. I opened my mouth and took as much of the cock in as possible lathering it with spit as my tongue rolled all over it.

“Yeah! That’s it, that feels so good Ed, Suck that cock good”.

His prick was a real mouthful and I loved it, my tongue just lathered it with saliva till saliva was dripping from my mouth.

“Hey! Steady man” he said “You’ll have me shooting my fuck load if you carry on like that”.

He pulled his rampant prick from my mouth and I looked at it throbbing before me and dripping with my saliva.

“Do you think you can take it up your ass” he asked.

“Fuck no!” I replied immediately “I’m so tight and

your cock is so fucking big”.

“Hey man, let me show you something.”. he said going to a locker and pulling out an envelope containing a couple of photos.

“Recognise this guy?! he asked.

He showed me a photo of Roger, a guy I fancied in accounts. Now Roger was a married guy in his late thirties with a wife and five children but in the photo his face was contorted in an agonized grimace and Earl had his huge cock half way up Roger’s fuck hole.” Both men were naked and I recognized the room as the one I was now in. 

“I don’t believe this” I said “Roger is a straight guy”.

“Not when he came to see me he wasn’t” said Earl showing me another photo.

In this one Roger had Earl’s dick in his mouth and cum was running down his chin.

“Fuck!” I said “This is just unbelievable , I’ve fancied this guy for ages”.

“He had one tight eager ass and took all of my dick” said Earl. “He might act straight but he couldn’t wait to get my cock in his mouth and up his butt. Man he moaned like fuck! “.

“Who took these horny photo’s?” I queried.

Earl said he’d taken them with a time set on his camera to give him a chance to position the action.

My dick was raging hard and throbbing in my pants and my tight hole was gnawing for some cock.

“I’d like to try and take your cock up me as long as you don’t hurt me” I said.

He told me to drop my trousers and pants and told me to kneel up onto his bed with my face down on it and my arse in the air.

Nervously I did as he asked, I had the photo in my hand of Roger taking Earl’s cock up his arse and so wanted to feel the same sensation.

The heat of Earl’s knob resting on my hole got it twitching and with a gob full of spit Earl lubed his helmet and shaft and pushed against my hole.

“Man you are so tight” he said as I prevented his cock from pushing into me.

“Let me get some lube and finger that hole open”.

He briefly left me to forage in his locker returning with a tube of KY.

“This should get that tight ass relaxed” he said working a load of KY over my hole.

He pushed with a finger and my tight hole eased open for it. I moaned low and grateful as his finger worked right up my arse to his knuckle.

“That’s it man, loosen up. I had the same trouble with your work colleague, his hole was a tight fucker to get into but man when he got the length of my prick inside him he was like a fucking insatiable slut”.

I pulled my bum cheeks wide as his finger invaded my arse and seeing my eagerness to get fucked Earl let me have two fingers.

I moaned again as his two long fingers probed into me, the KY helping to glide them up me my hope for his cock now a possibility.

When his fingers pressed against my prostate my moans were incessant and my lust for his cock even greater.

“Try and stick your cock in” I said “I need to get fucked so bad”.

With a load of KY glistening on his knob and shaft and my hole glooped with it he pushed his hot knob against my burning hot arsehole.

I let my whole body relax and his fat helmet disappeared into the heat of my arse.

“Oh! Fuck! It’s going in” I said between moans.

Two moments later and his throbbing shaft was half way up my arse and feeling the tight grip of my fuck hole.

“Oh! Please, Yes! Yes! Give me all of your cock I can take it. Fuck! I can take it. Fuck! I want it”. I said wriggling my hole against his prick.

I looked at the photo of Roger again and the expression on his face, it was one of blissful pleasure and pain. My cock throbbed, and my hole opened up for more cock.

Once Earl was bollock deep inside me, he held still for a moment letting us both feel the throb of cock and hole. He held onto my hips and pulled his cock back to the ridge of his knob and then plunged his huge meat back up my arse where he began to fuck.

I was moaning like crazy as I took his dick deep, my stiff prick seeping copious amounts of pre cum.

“That’s it man, you’re opening up for me good and taking my big fucking dick deep” he said fucking faster.

I clenched my teeth as his prick battered my prostate and sent me into throes of cock lust.

I was begging for his cock now demanding he stretch my hole demanding he shag my fucking brains out.

“Take my photo, take a photo of your cock in my hole like you did with Roger”.

With luck he could reach his camera by stretching

to the side of me where it rested in a draw. His cock was still inside me all the time and his fingers were soon taking hot photo’s of his dick right inside me and then half inside me and one of me looking back over my shoulder cock inserted to confirm who he was fucking.

“Man this is just so fucking sexy” he said pushing his dick in and out and taking yet more photo’s.

“Take one of your cock creaming my arsehole I want to see your spunk all over my hole.” I said pushing my arse back onto his cock.

My request and my actions sent Earl into a very noisy orgasm his sperm shooting first into my arse and then pulling out to spurt the rest of his creamy spunk over my pulsating arsehole.

I was so sexed up and excited, my fuck battered hole throbbing like hell my balls aching to shoot my own load.

Earl flipped me over and grabbed my straining dick with one hand handing me the camera with his other.

“Now take some photo’s of my lips around your stiff prick” he said, diving down on my cock.

The sight of his lips munching on my knob made for some hot photo’s and when he took half my cock in his mouth the contrast of pink cock against his ebony lips was fantastic.

I could feel my cum churning in my balls as he wanked my shaft and sucked my prick with expert

ease.

“You’ll have me spurting” I said my dick rushing towards my own orgasm.

His mouth worked harder, his lips clenching my hot shaft as he brought me to a shattering climax.

I shot my load into his active mouth my cum dribbling from his lips. I took photo after photo, some with my cream rolling down his chin some with his tongue coated with spunk the sight of which throbbed out more cum from my aching cock.

With my hole burning from the fuck and my cock

throbbing with post orgasmic jerks I looked at all the photo’s we had taken on the camera.

My face was clear on some of them and I told him to show Roger them if he liked in the hope of a threeway.

“A threeway sounds fucking good to me” said Earl “I’ll see if I can tempt him”.

“Show him these photo’s” I said “I defy anybody to resist a threeway with us”.

Two agonising weeks of waiting, due to Earl being on holiday, and then he sent me a text message on my phone.

“All on for threeway with Roger tonight. Is that O.K?”

“Fuck! Yes” I replied eagerly.

THE END

My trip to Washington DC was a fun time. I was with my friend. I called it the mooch I loved. And he was a long term friend. But no matter what trip I was on, if he knew I was going to be in the city, he would show up, never have enough money to travel and go with me. I always just paid and at that time, it was no big deal. But it always bothered me a little and was more fun than you could imagine. Not super handsome, but hot. He had a happy carefree attitude, and no fear. Not much common sense at times either. But his company always proved to be fun. 

I was in DC on business. But he heard from a friend I was there for a month. Week two in the DC hotel informed me. The gentleman you warned us about came, but we did as instructed and got his hotel information. I said, thanks. Thank you continued with. I would suggest you send a car for him rather than go yourself. He whispered. It’s a shithole. I said, I am not surprised. The clerk left. 

He said I remember you. I said, Oh, you were in the Valley company that was here a few years ago. I looked at him at that point. I remembered him then. Let us call him Tom. I said, you were the guy that brought my breakfast to my room. He smiled. Oh, yes. I then realized when he did, my cock was deep in a hot guy. I picked up and I smiled. He said how about I send a friend of mine with his car to keep you visitors busy. I get off in 35 minutes. I would love to take you around DC. Show you some fun places. 

I said, you know that sounds awesome. Here is some cash. Your friend will go broke. If not. He left and said you will have the receipts. No problem. So instead of going about my busy day, I call my PA. I am going on a date. She said Thank God. I will handle everything. Oh, and the mooch left a few messages. I sent him a friend request. He must show him a good time and keep him busy as long as possible. I have a really hard thing I need to handle and get it behind me. FYI read that last sentence and thought dirty and was thrilled thinking he could help me. 

He was a mooch. But don’t get me wrong. He would walk on broken glass for a person whether he liked money or not. Five minutes till Tom would be off. I was nervous. This is a very unusual situation for me. I could bust in with some guy like 50 times a day if I wanted. But it was extremely rare. I would go on a date. Tom was educated and handsome. It’s kind of hard for me to describe Tom. He was a mix of cute and Butch. His face was beautiful, with deep brooding blue eyes and dark hair. He was very good. 

The hotel gym was awesome. And he used it you could tell he had no swish and was very masculine in speaking and behavior. His bug was q2. I sat in the corner of the lobby and saw him come in. I could see he was looking around for me. Then he saw me and his smile was so sexy. We went all over DC. I said to him, you know if you like I have to go to the Smithsonian. That’s part of why I am in DC. He said, Awesome. He went off and I wanted to show Tom a tiny bit about me. I needed more than cockins. 

He seemed surprised at the entrance I was using. I showed them my pass. And he signed in as my guest. He said, Well, I have never been in this part. I take him to the Behavioral Sciences section. I was just a tiny part of a big project. Tom enjoyed what I shared with him. I said, Okay, show me something about yourself. Tom smiled. And I could see him debate if I was a man he wanted to share with. Tom took me out of the parts I knew of DC. 

We arrived at an old brick building. It was in not too bad condition. You could see current work going on. Tom says I got a bit of money when my folks passed. And I put it all into this. I looked and said you’re making nice art studios. Tom smiled and said, How did you know? I laughed and said that’s what I would do. Tom beams that without knowing I choose the same view. He tells me his brother and sister told him he was a fool. I said it is all meth. Can you afford to keep it if nobody rents and for how long? He said, As long as taxes are paid. I said, Good. Then I asked, Do you love working on it? He said, Yes. I sent him the fool as your siblings, if you don’t mind me, saying, Tom kissed me and was like a kid with excitement as he showed me his project. 

I must admit, I was impressed. I knew about business in a big way. I said, Tom, what’s the drama? He said, What do you mean? I informed him all. Business has a drama, something that’s hard to deal with. He said, Oh, yes, mine are workers. I have to do a lot myself. I said, Okay. We had great sex in a few areas. Then he asked me to dance ballet for him. That studio was completely done. It had been a while but I was still good. I danced as the stereo played. 

Now I was a professional ballet dancer and when dancing the world disappears and you are the music and movement. Afterward, I was sweating. I looked at Tom. He was huge. So was his dick. I could see the bulge. He walked over to me and kissed me. He said he had never seen a belly and that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He told me that he saw my body and felt my feelings. I have said many times flattering me works well with me. Coming from a hot, excited guy even more. Tom, I said, thanks. That makes me feel good. But I need a shower or will stink badly soon. Tom left. 

We took a shower together and he explored my whole body. He was so horny. Then he blew my mind. He tells me he has never been with a gut. Only had his dick sucked a few times. I said well then let me see what else I can share with you right here right now. I showed him everything. I taught him all the good, clean, gay sex. Then I showed him some things that would put a bank cocksucker to shame and the mooch did. You forget about him? Well, he and the distraction ended up becoming an item that blew both Tom and my minds. 

I knew Tom’s drama was about workers. Well, that’s just men. I knew I could help him before I left DC. I knew how to. I went to a leather bar one night and I found daddies that looked like construction workers. I met them because I told him I had a normal man with a project. He needed construction health. I would love to watch them get all sweaty working. And if they gave me a good show that helped my normal men, I would be a good boy putting on a show for them. That turned them on. I knew for real work I would need to give them more value than my as I said if you promise me you will not tell my normal man Tom. 

I will pay you for your hours of hard sweaty work. It will not be what you’re worth. You will have to find another way to get that from me. Those men were at Tom’s at 6am and brought two friends. They work all day. I help right in with them. FYI the Daddy’s got turned on by me sweating with them. I was scared at what this was going to cost me both money and as well. Little did I know one of the daddies owned a construction company. He liked how I was willing to do so much so I helped a guy I liked. He also did not want to share my s the other guys all left. 

Tom was in another part of the building. I sent it to daddy. Thank you. This was more than I expected. I handed him a big roll of hundreds. He smiled and put it in my pocket. Kiss me on the cheek. He said I had more fun working today than I have in yours. If you would go to dinner with me tomorrow night. We will call it even slightly as agreed. Okay, what happened at dinner was awesome. He then took me to his house and no SNM but a wonderful night of good hard man on man dirty sex. Tom I only saw a few more times. I enjoyed the last week with my daddy Ed was too busy driving his new boyfriend crazy. Corpus Christi in Texas. That place was super fun for me. It was during my business booking dancers and shows all over the USA Most of my business was in Texas and Louisiana. 

Those were the places I had regular performance schedules for my company. New Orleans has more big weekend shows. Texas was those two but smaller shows inside the stage. That is when they danced on a platform with lights and people would tip him. My business had a fantastic reputation because I put on spectacular shows. I had been a professional ballet dancer and appeared in many off Broadway shows. I also hung out with the theater tech team, so I knew all about sets. I had drag queen friends to not small time either with sets and lighting. hot guys with real dancing to my business were huge. Okay, I did not dance. 

I could have been was the boss and made all the deals for business. I did not screw my employees. That was mostly true except for a few I had dated. But all that is another story. I was in Corpus Texas three or four times a week. I was on the road in my 300 z x driving all the time. Yet, I always took my time and slept on the beach. The National Seashore was fun. I was friends with RVs often. And the hotel that was closed was cheap. It worked great for my business and employees drop off and pick up my business and also booked a lot of famous porn stars. And this is where I got to have fun. 

They were not my employees. I had a really good reputation. And everyone knew that I didn’t screw around with my dancers. They knew I was young and good looking and I conducted a good business and put on awesome shows. On the other side, all the performers also knew that I did not take any of my dancers tips for the industry that was unheard of. I kept a percentage of the booking fee. And that’s how I made my money. A lot of big shot performers wanted to be in my shows, not the side stage thing. But my touring shows where I put on the huge theater tape performance. My business made good money. But often these performers prices were beyond my business’s ability to pay for them. 

Often they would cut their rates just for a chance to be in one of my touring shows. Also, Corpus Christi was not a primary location. Most bigshot performers did not want to go there because they didn’t make buckets of money. But if you were on tour, you went wherever the tour went. I was a rather clever person. So I made it that corpus was always our day off our rest day for the beach and the show that night, we would often take a day off and not do any shows and stay at the beach for one day. 

So let me paint this picture of my performers that were my actual employees. They were either on the beach or in the hotel myself and whatever star was traveling with us for a week or so we went to the beach in my car separately. Well, as I said previously, I had a lot of very nice friends that used to hang out on that beach with our v’s and dune buggies and jet skiing, everything you could ever want. And most were posh to my dancers and rarely would meet my friends. This was my home away from home. 

My friends often joked about who I might show up with. Now I was not bringing these guys to have sex with yet that happened often. My friends were cool and we always treated the guys just like regular people. Many of them were so excited to experience just a normal night among good looking successful guys not trying directly to get into those hot pants. Out of respect for the personal nature of the following story. I am going to be very vague about which star I am talking about. We were on the beach after a very good show, actually. And the guy made pretty good money considering the size of the facility. 

Luckily, my friends with RVs happened to be there and quite a few of them did not expect me. The star I was with this particular time was well known for his size. He was a star from Texas. He had never been to the corpus. We had a wonderful evening. Of course, everyone was tired. It was late at night and rather than drive back to the hotel, we decided to stay in one of the RV with my friends. They had a large RV but it was rather cramped. 

I tried to arrange where he would have a bed by himself. So I crashed into a chair and my friends of course were in their bed. I get to sleep sort of and I feel the touch on my arm. Let us call him Tom. He said you can get in bed with me. I said okay, first, he wanted to walk the beach at night. The moon was out and the walk was fun. We talked about his career. I told him about myself a bit. Then he just stopped walking. We were all alone. I remember the ocean smell of breeze. Tom said, You freak me out. Did I say why? He told me never had he been with a group and not one person tried to see his cock or even touch him in some way. I said, Yes. I had heard that before. Then he freaked me out big time. He started to tear up and hug me. I said, well, sorry to disappoint you. 

He stepped back looking puzzled. Then he looked down. My cock was bursting out of my shorts. rock hard. Tom’s laughter was awesome. He said, Man, that’s cool. Then His face changed and he started to take a better look at my dick. He said, Hey, come over here. He reached into my pants and pulled out my dick. He gave me a funny look and said, Hey, man, not too fucking bad. Then he pulled out his cock. And it was semi hard. He went on his knees, and he sucked me off. He stood up and he pushed me down on my knees and he fed me that mammoth COC not to brag, but I had been taught by a daddy almost as big very well. 

Tom blew his load all over my chest. He was smiling and said on the way back to the RV. I just realized something. I enjoyed what little we did on the beach. Well, a lot. I sent him to me too. He then said, you know, I have an idea. I was all ears. We went in the RV and my two friends look so cute cuddling up. I set out to do Tom’s plan. I woke them both and said they needed to help me look at something I found on the beach. It was just too big for me to do alone. They said sure. And we walked just a tiny bit and posing as Tom Hart and naked my friend sighs popped out Jaws dropping one cent. 

Oh shit. They looked at me like what’s happening? Tom says Come here. Voice. I stood back and Tom watched me as my friend sucked and got fucked by Tom. It was an awesome show. I did not take part in this part. Twisted. Enough. I watched my friends. After we all went to the RV Tom and I played in bed a bit. I did not let him fuck me on this first night, a day off on the beach. A few of my friends that had Jeeps arrived early in the morning and I asked them if they would go to the hotel and fetch my performers. We were taking the scheduled day off on the beach. Everyone knew that I pretty much would be on the beach. 

I was always there and a fairly large crowd. Not a big crowd developed by evening, and everyone was having a good time. Tom, of course mostly stayed away as much as he could from the crowd and in the RV quite a bit of time. This is expected and not unusual. I told Tom that if he wanted to, I could introduce him to some nice guy so he wouldn’t be bored. Tom got a big grin on his face and told me what he wanted. His request was easy to fulfill for me because it’s exactly what I look for at the bottom. I knew exactly who I was going to bring him. It was a boy I had played with for a long time. Let us call him Billy. 

He was an adorable boy. 22 small frame bodies cute for an S light brown hair, smooth, creamy skin. He was a long distance swimmer and taught swimming and diving. His body was amazing. His whole was pink and he was a boy of mine so well trained. I told Tom I would bring my boy for him to play with. FYI, I did not do that often, but many do. Tom seemed a bit surprised that I had a boy. He knew exactly what that meant. Billy arrived and had no idea who was in the RV. His eyes got really big. He smiled and looked at me. He said my birthday next week and Tom and I left. I said, Boy, this is not a gift. He is my friend and needs you to do as he says. I will be here. Billy looked as Tom pulled out that huge cock. 

Billy said Holy shit, Daddy, I will try. It was fantastic. Tom was awesome. He treated my voice so gently. Billy was put to the test too. Then I noticed Tom was looking at me as much or more than Billy. I watched as they fucking doggy style. I see That meat going in deep and out thrust over and over. He pulled out and shot over his hearts. Billy came to me and pulled my cock out and sucked on me as Tom fucked him again until I came. I sent Billy to get us some stuff from the store. Tom said your turn. He just wanted my s no show. No performance either. He fucked me for my pleasure. I couldn’t sit down for hours. The next stuff is New Orleans. But that is a story for another day.

I was a teenager laying on my bed in my parents house, the usual noises of my parents returning from work happening downstairs in the kitchen. I knew I had hours before we’d eat, I did what I used to do in 2014 of period of boredom and opened Grindr. This passed probably half an hour of the usual lame 30 year old men sending me badly taken selfies and chasing after one or two people that wouldn’t reply. 

Eventually I saw a badly taken torso shot of a fourty-something black guy called Ebeneezer. I decided with how much BBC porn I’d watched it’d be at least fun to chat. This guy was horny, from the moment he found out I was a young guy with a round ass from cycling and rowing he wanted to me to come over quickly. He sent his location and told me he’d make sure I was back in time for dinner. I deliberated over this for some time, but in the end I’d been thinking about doing something like this, and it couldn’t be ignored any longer. 

I took the 15 minute walk to his, walking the exact same route I took to school, and rang the bell. 

A 6’3, largely build black man opened the door, he smelt of weed, and we went up the stairs into his flat. He seemed to balance my nerves with his confidence. I was told to sit on the bed while he went to the toilet, in my mind I was picturing the little white girls getting fucked by huge BBCs and knew it was my turn. 

He came back and asked if I smoked weed, I didn’t and that was a step to far given what I was already doing. I waited while he hit a blunt and went through his drawers. He pulled out some condoms and lube and told me to lay on my front and close my eyes to help with the nerves.

He stood up and I felt the first plaacid warmth at my lips. I hadn’t even seen it yet but he was rubbing his massive cock on my face, it was hardening as he smeared pre-cum on my cheek, I had a quick thought to taste it and ran my finger through it into my mouth. A salty, slimy dribble that I already knew I’d enjoy. He must’ve seen this and poked the head into my mouth. Accounting for nerves he gently rocked back and forth into my mouth. getting deeper and deeper, becoming harder and harder. Using my teenage head like a fleshlight as he got ready to break the seal on my asshole. I couldn’t tell you how big it was bit it filled my mouth and had more than half left out. I really enjoyed this and it’s the most fun I’ve had with a dick in my mouth, I was always picturing the BBC Interacial porn and how I was living my fantasy. As he pulled out of my mouth I went for a lick of his balls like in the films and got a huge wipe of pre cum against my ear. 

With my mouth even drier and slightly salty I felt him move around the bed behind me and sit over the backs of my legs so mine were between his. He sat up over my ass and rubbed his thick cock between my cheeks. A cold wet shock of the lube dripping onto me and I heard him rubbing it over himself. A couple of times he rubbed his cock at the entrance to my hole, teasing me and testing how ready I was to be opened wide. On the third attempt he told me to push out, I tried and he slipped the head of his mammoth cock into my teenage asshole. 

It wasn’t painful like I’d worried about, it was just fucking huge. With the head in and more lube he slipped the rest in more easily than I’d thought possible. I had this big fourty year old black man with his fat BBC inside my hole. It was perfect and for a minute he didn’t move. He hadn’t said much this hole time, except for when to move onto the bed. With his cock inside me, and his weight on my back I knew I’d be coming back for more. 

He started pulling in and out in a controlled way, fucking me slowly and methodically. Thrusts that shook the bed nonetheless. He was working his way from side to side as he fucked as if he wanted to stretch me out for good, I felt my cock leaking precum from the sensation behind me. 

Then it all changed, he’d lost control, remembered where he was. Like a fucking beast he was ramming into me, he was a grown man fucking a teenager and wanted to make sure I knew the difference between men and boys. He fucked my hole hard and slammed his hips and belly down onto my back. The weight pushing me up to the end of the bed, I had to push my arms against the floor so I didn’t fall off and ruin this moment. 

Then he did speak:

“You’re my bitch”

Fuck that was hot, I could barely breathe, I couldn’t think, I just felt every time he plunged back into my guts and knocked the air out of me. Then, again:

“Say it to me”

“I’m your bitch”

I was wheezing and gassed, but I was telling this massive cock and the man it was attached to how much I needed this experience. In, out, in out, in out, he kept going for what felt like an hour. 

Then a new first, he pulled out further, this was a shock, however long his dick was, I’d never notest he’d only ever taken about half out at any time and it still felt like I was empty. I was too used to having 5″ of BBC minimum inside me already, it was too soon the lose the feeling. But he yelled my name and came on my ass cheeks, my back and a slapped his dick down into the lake of cum he’d just dumped on me. I felt him wanking the rest out and rubbed his meat around my cheeks as if trying to get hard again, I wonder if I could’ve done that again. 

We stayed in that position for a little bit before he got up and went to the bathroom. I still hadn’t caught my breath, I was seeing stars, I was soaked in cum, I was exhausted. He came back with a towel and wiped my back down like I was a cum rag to him. He said I better get back for dinner and that was it, I pulled my boxers back on with some of his cum dripping between my legs, walked back home, and had dinner with my parents feeling a new breeze in my backdoor. 

From then on when I walked home from school I’d knock and see if he was in, thankfully he was from time to time when I really needed it. He’d always have me on my front pounding into me and I’ve never quite gotten over when he moved away. 

It was a Friday afternoon around 5 PM after work when I stopped to shop in my favorite supermarket. I had changed into very short cut off pants and tank top when I spotted this gorgeous stud wearing a blue tank top and very sexy tennis shorts. As he walked in front of me down an isle looking for something, he caused me to become totally horny as a gay man. The way he walked and swung his bubble ass convinced me he was a wild fucker that could drill a man’s ass like no one that had ever fucked me. I am a complete bottom who worships a big cock deep in my man pussy.  If he was gay, I was convinced he was a rough top. Man, I had never been more eager to meet a guy. My pussy begin to pucker and my cock was semi-hard as I followed him down that isle. He was caring one of those small baskets thus only looking for a few items as was I.

The guy was around 5 feet and 8 inches tall; had very light brown well groomed hair; weighed no more than 160 pounds; dark brown eyes; his tight fitting clothes revealed very impressive biceps, chest with what appeared to be very large nipples sticking out from that thin tank top, the most perfect bubble ass I had ever seen, smooth hairless legs and a very prominent bulge in those shorts.

As he took a bag of Star Bucks coffee off the shelf, I took one as well although I had coffee at home. He looked at me and gave me a large smile as I returned a sexy smile. He then walked over several isles as I followed him. He look back several times and each time gave me a big smile. I swore the bulge in his pants had gotten larger or was I just hopping that was true. OH FUCK, he stopped in front of a shelf that held condoms and lube. I almost swallowed my tongue. Then it happened. He looked at me with a seductive smile and said: “Hey dude there are so many brands of these rubbers and types of lube. What do you think I should select? By the way, I am Ian.”

I was almost speechless before I managed to say: “Hi Ian, my name is Cory. I prefer condoms with ridges and Astroglide lube.”

Now it was at that moment: “Hey Cory is that what you lady prefers?”

This was the moment. “Well Ian, this is what my gay lovers like.”

“OH SHIT CORY, you’re gay? I was playing with you as you followed me around the store. I sense your gaydar. Do you like what you see? Man you turn me on too. I am one fucking horny dude that loves to fuck a man pussy. My favorite fuck buddies look like you. Man you’re hot with that curly short dirty blond style hair, sky blue eyes you must be my height around 5 feet and 8 inches, you’re is such great shape weighing no more than 155 slim pounds, and Man that bulge in your pants tells me that you’re carrying  big junk in those shorts. I intentionally came over to the condoms to see if you would continue to follow me. I hope you like being a fucking bottom. I only top and fuck the hell out of man pussy. Do you like it rough? Your place or mine?” 

“Fuck Ian, I have a nice condo over looking a lake with big glass front on the fifth floor of the building. It is a fucking great scene for the guys who fuck me.”

“Then Cory it is your place. I hope you like taking huge cocks. I am 10 inches cut with a beer can size cock shaft. I shoot big loads and love to breed my partners. Is that OK?”

“OH FUCK YEA. THE BIGGER THE COCK THE MORE I LOVE TAKING THAT DONG DEEP IN MY MAN PUSSY. I AM WELL ENDOWED WITH A 7.5 CUT COCK THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE TO SUCK AND TAKE MY CUM.”

We are check out buy a young hot guy around 19 years of age. He gives us a big grin and says: “Are you guys expecting a hot night, I sure wish I could join you. I love three ways. Maybe some other time”  I see his bulge grow in his dress pants. I bet he will masturbate tonight thinking about us shooting a big load. As he rings up the coffee, condoms and lube, Ian gives him a seductive smile and says: Hey young man, maybe next time. What days do you work here?” 

I begin to spew precum in my shorts from all this sexy talk.

Ian follows me to my condo. We barely get in the door before we both strip butt naked and get ready for wild man sex. It was obvious that neither of us had ever been more horny. We go out on the patio and as Ian leans over the edge facing me, I get down and begin to soak his raging blood filled cock with gobs of spit until that dick is wet and shinny ready for my tongue and mouth. I spit one more time on his leaking cock head before I begin to kiss that head and lick off that spewing precum and swallow it. Man his cock feels so hard, beating on my tongue and yet silk like as I run my tongue around that red hot cock head and slowly run my tongue and down that hard red cock shaft over and over. Finally beyond horny, I swallow that giant cock down to the base with my nose in his pubic hair and begin a wild sucking of that gorgeous manhood smelling and tasting those juices. I suck that throbbing pulsating cock for the longest time until Ian pulls his dick out of my mouth.

It was my turn to get a blowjob. Ian has me sat down in a lawn chair on the patio, spread my legs wide and he gets beween my legs on his knees and grabs my throbbing tool ready to go to work. And what a blowjob it was from this horny pro. He waste no time as he takes my cock all the way down to the base that entire tool with one big gulp. I have never had a greater blowjob. He bobs his head up and down as he comes off and back down deep over and over while he begins to finger my ass. Holy shit, I feel one and then two wet fingers go deep in my man pussy as he massages my prostate driving me wild for his massive cock deep in me. As he deep throats my dick, I feel his nose blowing hot air out off his nose into my blond pubic hair. I do not last long until I feel my cum gathering in my balls and begin to rush up my cock shaft as I warn: “OH HOLY FUCK I AM CUMMING.”

That causes Ian to clamp his lips down hard on my cock head as I blast a huge load of my semen deep in his throat. The experienced Ian swallows ever drop of my cum before he comes off my dick ready and eager to fuck me hard and long.

We go to my bed, I get on my back , spread my legs wide, Ian puts a pillow under my ass elevating my man pussy, he gets between my legs and lowers his mouth and tongue beginning a wild sexy eating me out for some five minutes. He sucks and licks wildly spiting gobs of salvia on my puckering open ass. I feel and hear the wild sloppy rimming job. Soon my cock is hard again. Ian and I both are 23 years old making it possible to cum several times in a night at our age.

Now ready for the main event, Ian lubes his giant cock and soaks my open puckering ass running that lube deep in my ass with his fingers before I feel his rock hard cock split my ass opening and he drives that log all the way in my ass. He turnes into the wild fucker I had thought he was back at the supermarket. HOLY FUCK HE POUNDS MY ASS LIKE NO OTHER COCK HAD EVER DONE. He uses his entire body to thrust that massive cock deep in and out over and over. At imes he just thrust part way in and out over and over. This fuck goes on for some 20 minutes before I feel his cock head swell, he grunts loudly and one final  mighty last thrust as he floods my ass to the brim with the largest load of cum I have ever taken. The feel of all that hot cum causes me to explode again blasting a huge load up my stomach, chest, face and into my hair without touching my cock.

It was obvious how wild and naughty we both are. Ian licks up all my cum off my stomach, chest and face and we kiss sharing my cum. Then Ian goes down and sucks his cum out of my ass and swallows most of it before giving me the last part of that massive load.

We stay in bed and hug as we smell and feel all that massive amount of cum for the longest time.

I am so turned on with my story that I am going to submit it and then take a long time masturbating. Hope you join me with that amazing feeling of cumming.

How about that young 19 year old clerk back at the store?

The landscaping job. I was in Florida between big jobs. I decided rather than be idle for a couple of weeks, I would work for a temporary agency. They first sent me to some office jobs. Then one day they offered me a high rate if I would join a landscape crew for a big company for two days. I was not afraid of hard work. So gladly agreed. I was really out of place. All the other guys were big, rugged, strong men. I saw my first Cuban men with a hairy chest. There were about 20 men, all very sexy. 

To be honest, I did stick out pretty bad. There was one other guy who came over to me. He had worked at the office with me before. He said, I hope we can keep up with these guys. I thought he might be gay but was not he was just not used to labor. The owner showed up and started handing out work assignments. 

He noticed me right off and called me over to him. He said why are you here? You look like you could pull off a day’s work but you’re not a laborer. I said they offered me good money and I am not afraid of hard work. He smiled. I have a job you would be perfect for. I got to go with the boss. He was cool. He tells me in his truck. I need help with things at my house and I feel comfortable with you being there. I said he looked at me and said You are well educated and I can tell probably from money. I said a little he smiled. Plus you are one cute boy. I felt very uncomfortable. 

He was a handsome man. But well, I was not there really for sex bit to work. He made no other advances. I get to his home and immediately understand his concerns. He had a lovely home and very valuable items all over. I was impressed but a tad too much for my taste. He did some major yard work before he had a chance to show me his home. I asked where the mower was. He looked a tad impressed that I opted to work rather than what would have probably been a really good fuck from a very fit not too much older men. 

Most gays would have quickly gone for the good sex. He seemed to accept my desire to earn an honest day’s pay. He worked right along with me all day. He said it was lunch and I said I am not hungry. I want to finish a nice dinner. Let us call his boss. He smiled big and brought me water, cool towels. Even a few fresh T shirts because I got the others sweaty and dirty. 

The boss said eight hours. You’re free. I laughed and said they paid me for two days. He said yes. Now I need to come clean. I wanted this study of a man. I stopped working and looked at the boss. I said you have eight more hours of work I owe you. Let me do two more hours and I will have finished. Your Yard boss smiled at anything you like. I said, well, there is a catch. Vos seem to get excited. I said, well, two things. VA said anything you want. I said first. 

I like to work very early in the morning and want to stay the night here with you in your bed. Vos looked like a kid in a candy store. He said and the other condition since I finished your yard. I want you to let me work a bit with those Cuban men. You know with that hairy chest. VA started laughing so hard. 

He said, Boy, come here. Let me kiss you that will seal the deal. I did. He was so hot. Then the boss says that guy had made him hot for a long time. Did I want him? I said I have never been with that type of man. I think he is sexy. Vos had no problem. I did my work and finished in an hour and 40 minutes. Vos was ready. He wanted to show me a wonderful time. He did too. He said for his stylists to come prep outfits for us to wear limo service. 

We went out and had a wonderful meal dancing and he even took me to a friend of his art gallery. His friend was the artist and took me on a private tour of his work. It was awesome. We got to his home and he had flowers arranged all around all yellow roses. My favorite boss said the second I saw you I wanted to grab you and hold you right there on the spot. 

He kissed me and holy shit. I checked his cock out for the first time. He was beef. I mean real beef You know this huge summer sausage is on sale at Hickory Farms. Well, VAs noticed me. He said, Don’t worry, baby. I won’t hurt you. I said, Well, you can just a little if you like. He’s smoking. And FYI, he didn’t hurt me at all. Vos made love to me so gently and took his time. He kissed and caress me. Okay. I like a good hard man pounding fuck. 

But the boss did not need to do that. He had his way of making love. I swear this was the best sex I had ever had. I had been with the best men and Voss loved my response to him. It all felt right. I slept in his arms after earning a good day’s pay. And I was falling for a good hot, successful man. I could hear his heartbeat echo in his big chest. For me, this was the best day. I love the good day’s work, and it ended with a wonderful date and fantastic sex with a man that likes me. Vos got up a bit before 6am When I always woke up. He had a lovely breakfast he made and brought it to me in bed. I insist on getting in bed and eating it with me. 

Voss was thrilled. He said, I have a special treat for you. In comes the hairy chest guy. He says VA said you have never seen a Cuban man naked. I said yes. That’s true. He gave me a Latin sexy smile. It was so hot. I cannot describe it. Even Boston. Oh my. That hot man says Come here and take a closer look. I did. He felt very sexual to me. As I touched him. He looked at me and said You may find something you will like if you look a bit lower and he drops his pants. 

Holy crap. It was dark and long with lots of four skins. I just had to grab it. But I didn’t. I looked at the boss. He smiled and nodded for me to go ahead. I did. It was hard. He took control very fast. He feeds me that COC after he let me run my fingers through the hair on his chest. I kept looking at them. He seemed okay. I was not sure about having a dynamic so as to be safe. 

I left Mr. Harry and walk to the boss. I said what would you like me to do? Vos was so happy. He said I want to see him fuck my boy. I was thrilled. That led and the man gave Boston the show of his life and Damn, he was good at fucking me. But I could see the boss was liking it. But if I showed too much enjoyment, he got a bit jealous. I did my best to contain it so he would fuck me longer. 

Mr. Harry came on my s he got dressed and kiss me on the cheek and left. Vos and I took a shower. He said Damn, boy, that was hot. But if you don’t think I am asking too much too quickly. I want you to just be my voice. I was not sure. I liked vos. But I was not used to not being the most successful in a relationship. But I looked in his eyes and the only words that came out. 

Yes, sir. I kissed him. We dated for a while and he spoiled me. I eventually found him a new boy when it was time for me to go. I just couldn’t stay. I need to experience more before settling down. In retrospect, it probably was a poor decision. He was most gay man’s dream daddy.

A room with a TV inside, a wood-burning stove, flower baskets, a mossy carpet, a table, and dinner on it. This is what the room in which my family and I have dinner looks like. The stove was roaring and it was very cold outside. I am a single child, everyone thinks I’m a slob, but I’m a little devil myself!

My family and I were watching TV. It’s time to go to bed. My mother slept in the other room, and my father and I slept in the room with the TV. It was around midnight. I watched a funny show. When the show ended, I changed the channel. XXL had started. Then they were showing a series with gays. One had caught another’s cock and was sucking him at a furious speed, and another was messing with the first one’s ass. I got goosebumps watching them. They all started to fuck each other. It was incredible. And the room was getting hellishly hot. Dad rolled over on his back and spread his legs. He was sleeping quite soundly. At least that’s what it looked like from his snoring. I couldn’t stand this fucking, I wanted someone to fuck me in the ass too. I wanted to lick someone’s dick. Dad was also sleeping on my bed. I involuntarily looked at his legs and saw that one of his balls had come out of his torn briefs. Without thinking, I slid down to his briefs and began to lick him. Dad reeked of vodka. Before returning from work, he had been drinking with his colleagues. His hair smelled of masculinity. He didn’t feel that I was licking them. He was snoring without fail. I pulled his dick out. I don’t know why, but I was scared by its size. It was like a hose. It was at least 10 inches. His bulging veins could be seen through his skin. And his head was huge. I immediately grabbed him. He moaned with pleasure. But didn’t wake up. I decided to take off his briefs. I didn’t suspect that my father would have a forest of hair. I liked the smell of the briefs. He started moving, he didn’t wake up, just turned over on his stomach. I saw his ass. It was as if it was not made of leather but silk. I loved it. I opened his balls and saw his ass hole. I’m probably not the first to see it. I can see a dilation. I started to lick it. It doesn’t taste bad. It seemed to dissolve. I stuck my finger in there. It was very, very warm. I took out my 6-inch and inserted it. I started to stroke him slowly. I felt that he wanted to turn. He turned. He started to squirm. I wiped my dick on a napkin and poured it into his mouth. He began to suck it involuntarily. He was restless. I took him out and he turned to one side. One of his legs was a little further than the other, and his cock was on top of it. I lay on his leg and pawed him. I put mine in his mouth and began to suck him. He woke up.

He was sleepy and drunk, but when he saw what he was holding in his mouth, he spat it out and looked at me with his blurry eyes, I pretended to be asleep. But it didn’t work. He turned me around and spanked me. He started to insert me inch by inch, it was very pleasant. He continued for about 2 minutes at this fast pace, then he took it out, wiped it with the napkin that I had wiped earlier, and put it in my mouth. I was sucking him. It was very nice. He took it out of my mouth and started masturbating over my mouth. I felt the warm white liquid burn my throat. I decided then that our adventure was over. But no, daddy is the best. We got into 69 and started sucking each other vigorously.

Dad got up for a while without saying anything and walked out of the room with his drunken gait. He came in after seconds. He was holding a vibrator in his hands. He lay down next to me, grabbed my cock, and put the vibrator in me, right where the sun doesn’t shine – in the ass. I experienced great pleasure. I decided to try of my own will. I got up. He looked at me and thought that I didn’t like it, but no. I put my dick in his ass and started to caress him. I felt my balls patting him on his tender ass. I wasn’t very gifted, but it still hit me, I was cumming.I took it out of his ass and threw myself in his face. He grabbed it and sucked it for me. I grabbed his piece and started stroking. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I was caressing my father’s cock and he was blowing me. I took the vibrator out of my ass and inserted it into his. I sat on his dick and started to have fun. It was very pleasant. He had my dick in one hand, and with the other, he was adjusting his dick. Well, that was the overflow of the cup. My sperm was on his eyes, hair, and mouth.

I had never thrown myself like this, so much. I was also dirty with his sperm and mine. He got up and told me softly “COME with me”. I didn’t think twice and left immediately. He led me to the bathroom. We got in and he turned on the shower. He stripped me and I got in the shower. He also undressed. He pushed me against the wall, picked me up, and stuck his dick in my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and left myself in daddy’s hands. Very I liked him pounding me against the wall. He took me down. We have a toilet bowl in our bathroom. He sprawled on it and quietly said “rip me”. I didn’t wait long and started pounding him. We tried to have him with one leg raised, it was very pleasant, but we had the most fun when he tightened his ass, and I inserted him before that. We tried many positions. I continued to fuck him and wash his checks. We both finished with him together. We went to bed wet. He grabbed my head and kissed me but with his tongue. Then we started sucking each other dicks, that’s how we fell asleep with each other dicks in our mounts.

The next morning…

I got up and got dressed. Dad wasn’t in bed. I went to the kitchen. He was there. He saw me. He asked me if I wanted pancakes, he said my mom made them and left them for breakfast and that she left for work. I looked at him and I said that I want. He put it on me and told me that he had a big hangover. He had a headache. He told me that he had been drinking with his friends last night and didn’t remember anything. I was happy, but I kept quiet. He asked me if my mother had said anything about him being drunk. I said no. He asked me how I was. I didn’t tell him that my ass hurt from his dick and I kept quiet. I said I was fine. He said he had to go and said bye. I told him bye but I stopped him and asked if I could stay with my friend to spend the night because we have a lot to study. He thought about it and said yes. I left for school. When I finished, I went to sleep at a friend’s house.

At my friend. His parents were divorced. He lived with his father,who was a drunkar. That evening, his father and two more of his friends had gathered at their place. It was about 11 p.m. THEY got very drunk. We watched them through the hole in the door. They took out their canes and began to polish them. We purposely entered to give them more to drink. One was dressed in blue, the other in gray. Blue looked at my friend and called to him. He went and sat next to him. He pressed his head and touched it to his cock. It was clear that he wanted a blowjob. Well, my friend was waiting for that. He grabbed it and started to sucking. His father and the other one with the gray were sitting on the sofa. They called me to sit next to them. When i saw my friend’s father penis, I was surprised, it was about 12 inches, and on the other one around 9. The father caught me, and the other man took off my pants. The man with the gray put me on his dick, the father made me blow him. My friend had stopped blowing and had started to fucking the other guy, straight up my friend was tearing his ass up. I got up and put my dick in my friend’s father’s mouth and started fucking him. The other guy took off my pants and put his finger in my ass,afterwards he pulled out his finger out of my ass and took a candle from the table and pushed it on me. I think my ass is quite enlarged since the night before. I had no problem with the candle. The man with the gray got up and presented his ass to me. I took advantage and started to fuck him. My friend’s father was blowing my friend. I pulled the man with the gray towards them and started to suck my friend’s father. Sperm everywhere. It started to smell like cum, but no one was giving up. The fucking heated up. The man in blue went to my friend and made him blow on him. We all got up and decided to move to the bedroom.

We all got up and decided to move to the bedroom. The man in blue walked up to my friend’s dad and started messing with his ass. After a moment he had already put his hand on his ass. He started shaking pretty fast. I really don’t know how he was going to shit. I told my friend to leave the room for a while. We went out and left them to fuck. We went to his room and he told me to lie on his bed. I lay on the bed. He came with a condom in his hand and said “fuck me”. I was waiting for that, as he was hard on me. I started to fuck him in the ass. Then I put him on my dick and he started to ride me. I felt that the sperm was coming and we took a 69 position. So we ended up together. There were quite loud shouts and walls from the bedroom. We went to the father and the others. They continued to fuck the three of them together.

At one point the doorbell rang. His father got up, naked and barefoot, and went to open it. As he opened the door, his jerking cock gave way. It was some kind of policeman. He said, “We have a complaint from the neighbors that you are making noise, please be The father politely told the policeman to come in. He entered but kept his eyes on the father’s dick. They entered the bedroom where we were. The policeman was stunned by the sight. The man in blue unbuttoned the policeman’s pants and groped his boyfriend. The policeman did nothing. I liked it. The father went and punched the policeman. The policeman did not refuse and immediately he pushed it in. He started moaning loudly. We continued to duck at dicks. So we came at each other at the same time. Everything became sperm, sperm, sperm.

Then we slept in both rooms. The policeman slept with me. I fell asleep like the night before, with a dick in my mouth.

This is a fictional story about sex between gay males over the age of 18. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are offended by such stories, if you are not of legal age in the area where you live, or if it is illegal to read this where you live, then do not read this story and leave.

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By now Jerald was really slamming into to Jon’s hole.

Jon was almost delirious, and Chris figured they could only go at it like this a little longer until Jon blew his load, and maybe Jerald too. Chris didn’t want that to happen yet.

“Flip him over !” Chris ordered as he got up off the bed. Jerald pulled out and the two of them rolled Jon over on all fours. Chris stepped in, pushing Jerald back.

“MY turn!” Chris announced gleefully. He pushed Jon’s face down against the mattress, leaving only Jon’s ass up in the air.

“Give him some more poppers…he’s gonna NEED them!” he said to Jerald, with a chuckle.

Jerald got up on the bed. Grabbing a handful of Jon’s hair, Jerald pulled the jock’s head up off the mattress, as he forced the bottle under his ex’s nose. He knew Jon would have complied without the extra force, but Jerald had waited a long time for this. Driven by revenge, he wanted to dominate his ex for all he was worth.

After Jon inhaled deeply, Jerald capped the bottle and immediatelty turned around and grabbed Jon’s ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide apart. The jock’s hole was about to be stretched open wider than it ever had before. And Jerald wanted to see it close up.

“NOW you’re gonna take that fat beer can cock!” Jerald said vengefully.

“And his hole’s never be the same!” Chris laughed, as he lined the tip of his cock head up with Jon’s opening, ready to go in for the kill.

“Make him take the whole fucking thing all at once, Chris!” Jerald challenged him.

Knowing Jon’s hole was already pretty relaxed, Chris plunged the full length of tha fat wide cock into Jon’s ass, balls deep.

When he did, all three of them moaned out simultaneously, but for different reasons:

Jon’s moan was the moan of a bottom almost in another world, taking the full length and width of the biggest cock he’d ever had in his ass. Though he almost passed out from the mixture of pleasure and pain, he was loving their cocks and abuse.

Chris’ moan was the moan of not only having a tight hole stretched around his fat cock, but also of having topped this jock who just a few hours ago wouldn’t give him the time of day. Now Jon was just another bottom slut moaning in pleasure as he took Chris’ fat cock up his ass, only moments after making love to it with his mouth. For Chris it was total payback.

Jerald’s moan was the moan of both seeing a massively wide cock raping his ex-lover’s hole, and of knowing they had now turned the formerly reserved jock top into a slut who who just wanted to be dominated and fucked senseless.

After waiting a moment to let Jon adjust to the cock’s girth, Chris very slowly pulled his cock out to where only the big head was still inside. It was keeping Jon’s opening stretched wide open around the head. Chris paused. He knew that keeping the opening stretched like this would really make Jon weak and vulnerable.

“Are you glad you submitted your ass to my cock now?” Chris demanded.

“Uh…uh huh,” Jon moaned anxiously, wanting the cock to move either one way or the other, so his hole wasn’t just stretched to the max around the enormous head.

“Do you want it back in?” Chris teased, wiggling the head just slightly.

“Uhhh….”, was all Jon moaned back. The anticipation was killing him.

“I said…do you WANT it back IN?” Chris repeated in a more demanding tone.

“Yeah…fuck….fuck yes! Fuck me with it!” Jon relented.

Chris drove the full length of his cock into Jon’s stretched hole again, as both punishment and reward for Jon begging for it.

Jon let out another moan of joy.

Chris then very slowly started to ease his far cock in and out of Jon’s hole. Then a few minutes later, when Chris could tell Jon had adjusted, Chris began fucking him in earnest.

The room was silent as Chris’ fat cock slowly picked up speed. He was really giving it to the jock now, fucking him hard.

Jerald loved seeing his ex being forced to take more cock up his ass than he had ever thought he could.

After watching this for several minutes, it was too much for Jerald. “Let me fuck his ass again!” he demanded greedily.

Chris pulled out of Jon’s ass and stepped back.

As Jerald pushed his cock into Jon’s hole, he drew back and slapped the jock’s ass really hard. He knew Jon hated that, which made it all the sweeter.

Seeing this just turned Chris on that much more, too. As Jerald repeatedly pistoned his cock in and out of his Jon’s hole and spanked him, Chris fed Jon more poppers, to keep Jon going along with the abuse he was now taking.

Jon’s hole was really relaxed after the punishment it had just taken from Chris beer can cock, and Jerald pounded into Jon’s butt like he never had before, intentionally trying to hurt him a little with his cock.
Just like Jerald had long fantasized about, he fucked Jon full length and as hard as he could for several minutes, pounding him heavily and spanking him the whole time.

“I’m surprised he can even feel me in there, after taking that thing,” Jerald laughed to Chris, glancing down at Chris’ cock.”Hell, that thing is as fat as….”

Jerald paused and his eyes Chris’ eyes met briefly. A slightly evil smile came across Jerald’s face.

“Here, you fuck him some more,” Jerald offered, “I have an idea.”

Chris wasn’t entirely sure where Jerald was going, but he wanted to fuck Jon’s ass again. He mounted the big jockand this time showed his hole no mercy. Chris not only long dicked Jon, but sometimes would bury his cock and then wallow it around from side to side, trying to stretch Jon’s hole even more than they already had. Jon moaned loudly, but never protested.

Though Chris was really pounding the jock’s hole, he kept one eye on what Jerald was up to. When he saw that Jerald had grabbed what he needed, Chris pulled out.

First Jerald stepped up and put the tip of his cock to Jon’s hole and sunk it balls deep in the jock.

When Jon moaned happily, Jerald knew Jon was ready for what he had in mind next.

After some intentionally hard pounding, Jerald pulled his cock all the way out of Jon’s hole, put the tip of the dildo at the opening, and shoved it all the way in until the fake balls mashed up against Jon’s own balls.

Jon’s moan indicated he was still in heaven and having no problem taking it.

After Jerald fucked Jon with the dildo a few times, he then pulled it out, replacing it with his cock.

Jon just continued moaning in pleasure.

Several times Jerald did this switch and it was clear Jon’s hole was relaxed yet still hungry for cock.

After a few minutes, while drilling Jon with his own cock again, Jerald started to say to Chris “You’d better give him some more poppers, before I …..”

“Yeah, definitely,” Chris interrupted knowingly, as he shoved the poppers under Jon’s nose again.

Jon inhaled briefly.

“More,” Chris ordered, in anticipation of what he’d figured out was upcoming. “You need lot’s more for this!”

Again Jon breathed in, this time deeplyfrom bot nostrils. He felt Jerald bury his cock one last time and then stop. Sure enough, Jon felt the tip of the dildo pressing against the opening to his now battered hole. For the first time, he protested.

“Babe, I’m not sure I can…” Jon accidentally called Jerald as he started to protest.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jerald growled. “I’m not your ‘Babe’ anymore!”

With a mixture of anger and lust in his voice, he added “I didn’t get to take your virginity, but I AM gonna be the first guy to ever double fuck your jock ass!”

Jon was frozen. Scared, yes, but also so incredibly turned on at the thought of having Jerald force the dildo in next to his own cock. Jon didn’t say anything, while this new development rolled around in his already spinning mind.

Jerald applied a little more pressure with the dildo, and tried repeatedly, but it still wasn’t going in.

“Chris, you need to come take the dildo to get the angle of it right,” Jerald ordered, ” he’s still a little tight.”

“Here, you’d better do more of these,” Chris said to Jon, as he handed him the poppers.

But Chris instead went over to his dresser drawer and pulled out another tube of some type of lube, before walking back over to where Jerald was still impatiently trying to push the dildo into Jon’s ass.

Jon’s blurred mind was still unsure about accepting this latest development, when he felt Chris’ hands take the dildo from Jerald, and pull it oout of his hole. For a second, Jon thought that maybe Chris was going to show him some compassion and steer the action in another direction.

“This is Anal-Eze,” Chris said, as squirted the new substance onto the dildo. “It will numb his hole, so he can take them both. Bottoms sometimes need it, when taking a lot of cock…”

“Whatever!” Jerald replied impatiently, as he continued slowly fucking, just wanted to get on with their next domination of Jon.

Chris applied some Anal-Eze to his fingers as well, and then started working one of them into Jon’s hole, next to Jerald’s cock. Much to Jon’s surprise, it wasn’t hurting as much as he would have imagined. Partly due to how thorough of a job Jerald (and especially Chris) had done of stretching his hole with their cocks.

It was decision time for Jon. Was he going to stop this or let them totally own his hole and double fuck him?

He knew the answer. Jerald already owned his hole and the rest of his body, and now Chris did as well.

Jon raised the bottle to his nose and inhaled deeply.

While still fucking Jon, Jerald scooted forward, moving so his legs were outside Jon’s hips. Jerald was almost riding Jon, with his hands and weight pressing on the back of the jock’s shoulder blades and his balls slapping against Jon’s ass.

After Chris’ finger was fully in, Jon felt another finger begin to start entering as well, all while Jerald continued pounding him. Chris reached under and began to stroke Jon’s cock, clearly

in an effort to get him more turned on and willing to take it all. It was obvious to Jon that Chris was now really wanting to see him get double penetrated too.

The pain was increasing, as was Jon’s moaning. Just about the time Jon thought he couldn’t do it, he heard Jerald say angrily “You fucking tease! Chris’ cock was this big, and you fucking loved it, so I know your slutty ass can DO this!”

Jerald figured talking like that would just turn Jon on even more, making him weaker and more willing.

He was right. Hearing Jerald say that made Jon even crazier with lust. He inhaled the poppers again, and Chris soon had the second finger buried in Jon’s hole too as Jerald continued slamming hic cock into his ex.

After a few minutes, Chris began slowly withdrawing his fingers.

When he had them to where just the tips were inside the opening, he stopped. Chris gently moved them to the side, spreading the opening to Jon’s hole open a little wider, and then held it stretched open, as he began to push the tip of the dildo began to push into was now Jon’s slutty hole.

This time Jon’s moan was a mixture of pain, pleasure and desire. The desire to have his ass taken to a new experience by his dominating ex and Chris and to be treated like their personal fuckhole. Again his moan was met by verbal humiliation from Jerald.

“Yeah you motherfucker, its happening!” Jerald berated him, as Chris continued slowly pushing the dildo in. “We’re putting TWO IN YOU! And you want it, or you would have stopped us by now! Take both of them and be the fucking slut you know you’ve been wanting to be for me for a long time!”

Jerald’s words continued to drive Jon crazier, just as they were meant to. Jon did more poppers, and Chris slowly continued pushing the dildo farther into Jon’s hole. Though it was painful, it was also the hottest thing Jon had ever experienced. Two guys intent on seeing him double penetrated.

After a few moments, Chris had the dildo all the way in to its rubber balls, next to Jerald’s cock.

“Yeah, just look at what a fucking slut you are now! You put up a fight, and that just makes it that much hotter seeing you taking two, like this!” Jerald crowed triumphantly.

Jerald was on cloud nine. They had done it. He and Chris had dominated Jon beyond what he had thought they ever could. They had pushed him farther than he had ever been and had now turned him into their total submissive cockslut.

Jon had been successfully double penetrated, and was now about to be double fucked. After a few more moments and more poppers, Jerald was actually getting some steady movement going, and Jon was able to handle it.

Then Chris abruptly ordered Jon “Here. Hold it in,” referring to the dildo.

Jon did as he was told, holding the dildo that was in his own ass in place, while Jerald continued to fuck him. To Jon’s surprise, Chris then just walked off, disappearing in the direction of the bathroom. That scared Jon a little since he was now alone and under Jerald’s control.

Sure enough, as soon as Chris was out of sight, Jerald ordered “Don’t just hold it there! Start fucking yourself with it. I want to see two cocks going IN AND OUT of that fucking slutty hole!”

As Jon slowly started to comply, he heard the shower come on, and assumed that meant Chris was through, even though he hadn’t cum yet.

Jon tried moving the dildo as Jerald continued fucking him, but apparently Jon wasn’t fucking himself with it enough to suit Jerald.

“This isn’t working, this way,” Jerald said impatiently.

Jerald pulled his cock out, and then reaching down and taking the dildo from Jon, pulled it out as well. Jon’s hole, which now had been fully stretched for quite some time now, suddenly felt very empty and hungry.

“Roll over on your back again,” Jerald ordered.

When Jon immediately complied, Jerald smirked with self satisfaction. His big jock ex was taking orders from himnow.

No sooner did Jone get rolled over, than Jerald re-applied more Anal-Eze and lube to Jon’s hole and then started inserting the dildo again. After all of the cock Jon had already taken, he was able to take the lone dildo without any problem and it felt good to have something back in his empty ass. But as soon as it was in, Jerald pressed in again with the head of his cock. Jon didn’t wait to be told, and inhaled the poppers deeply, to prepare.

Laying on his back, and now getting to actually see the desire in Jerald’s eyes drove Jon even crazier. He reached down and grabbed Jerald’s cock. Together they worked it in more easily this time. Apparently, the anal-eze had really worked.

“I KNEW you really wanted to take them both! ” Jerald said through his gritted teeth. “Now take the dildo and fucking DO it! FUCK YOURSELF, while I fuck you, too!” he said looking Jon squarely in the eyes.

Jon slowly started to move the dildo in and out. The feeling of both the dildo and Jerald’s cock moving in and out of his ass was overpowering, and Jon started to fear he might cum soon. As sort of a reward for his sluttiness, Jerald shoved the popper bottle under Jon’s nose again and Jon inhaled. When it hit, Jon couldn’t help but admit his feelings out loud.

“Oh….God…Oh fuck!…Oh…Yes!….TWO cocks fucking me!…YEAH!” Jon moaned out loudly in total ecstasy.

Hearing that was music to Jerald’s ears.

Jon was so lost in the sluttiness of fucking his own hole with a dildo whi;e Jerald’s cock was once again in his ass, that he hadn’t seen Chris standing in the doorway, watching them.

“Now THAT’S total submission!” Chris laughed, as he re-entered the room. “Doing himself with a dildo while you fuck him, and telling you how much he loves it, too! Man, we turned him into the biggest slut I’ve ever SEEN!”

Jon didn’t even blush at this remark, he just kept driving the dildo in and out of his ass, as Jerald did the same with his own cock.

Chris walked over next to the bed, pulled Jon’s head close to the edge and just pushed his cock in Jon’s mouth again.

Chris was quickly fully hard and stretching Jon’s jaw to capacity again, while face fucking him. When Chris occasionally pulled his cock out either to slap Jon’s face with it or re-apply the poppers, Jon’s handsome mouth hung open and tongue reached out, only wanting Chris’ jaw breaker driven back into his hungry mouth again.

“Hell, he can’t wait to get my cock back in his mouth,” Chris noted as he resumed pummeling Jon’s face.

“Yeah, he’s loving ALL of this!” Jerald replied triumphantly.

Between the poppers, the double fucking he was receiving and the fat cock fucking his face, Jon was so close to cumming.

During one of the times Chris had pulled out of his mouth, Jon said “I don’t want this to stop, but I’m getting close.”

Jerald could tell Jon was partly informing them and partly asking for permission.

“Turning you into a slut and seeing you taking so much cock is getting me close too,” Jerald replied. He knew that some more poppers would get Jon to talk dirtier. “Do some more poppers, and tell us how much you love our cocks in you, and you can cum,”he said as Chris shoved the bottle under Jon’s nose.

Chris didn’t put his cock back in Jon’s mouth. He just stroked himself, apparently wanting to hear Jon’s confession, too.

Jon was so close to cumming that when the poppers hit he let loose a verbal barrage.

“You fucking bastard!” he practically yelled at Jerld, looking him in the eyes. “You KNOW I love feeling your cock fucking my ass again! I love BOTH your cocks raping my hole…I loved having my ass and jaw stretched wide open, I am loving being double fucked, and its even hotter that you’re making me fuck my own hole WITH you. AND…I want both of you to cum on me.” Jon replied, clearly out of control and on the verge of cumming.

“All over your fucking FACE!” Jerald snarled with contempt, as he watched Chris drive his cock back into Jon’s waiting mouth.

Hearing Jerald say that was the icing on the cake for Jon as he went into overload, lying there being both double fucked and face fucked simultaneously.

As he let out a loud moan, Jon began to spew a massive load. He had always shot far, and this time was the ultimate, as it hit this upper chest, neck and face. One volley landed on Chris’ cock as he was pulling back. So Jon got to taste some of his own cum when Chris pushed his cock back into Jon’s mouth again.

Seeing Jon’s massive cumshot and feeling Jon’s hole spasm around his cock, got Jerald really close as well. Jon had barely pulled the dildo out his hole when Jerald pulled his cock out too, and commanded “Kneel in front of me. NOW!”

Sensing the urgency in Jerald’s voice, Jon complied immediately.

Jerald pulled the condom off his cock and stepped up to Jon’s face. Seeing this brought Chris to the verge as well, and he stepped up to the handsome jock’s face, too.

Jerald aimed right for his ex’s face as his first shot blew out of his cock. A half-second later, Chris’s fat cock fired its first shot across Jon’s left cheek and down his jaw and neck.

“Fuck yeah, take both our loads, you fucking cumslut!”, Jerald ordered, as one of his shots landed on Jon’s face, running all the way across his cheek, over his lips and down to where some of it was dripping off his chin.

As Jon leaned in and moved his face around, intentionally getting it coated with as much of their cum as possible, Jerald sneered “You love all that cum, don’t you, you fucking slut?”

Jon’s only reply was to reach out with his tongue and lightly flick it back and sensitive the “V” underneath the head of Jerald’s cock, coaxing out another shot.

As Jon did, Chris shot another volley, some of it hiting Jon’s cheek, and some onto Jon’s outstretched tongue as well.

When they had stopped shooting, Jerald and Chris both rubbed Jon’s face with their cocks, thoroughly spreading their cum all over his handsome face.

Then Jerald abrupty announced “I need a shower!” as he turned his back to Jon and walked off, headed toward the bathroom.

“Good idea,” Chris replied, taking one more swipe of his cum covered cock across Jon’s face, before heading for the bathroom without even looking back at the jock kneeling on the bedroom floor.

Jerald and Chris climbed into the shower, pulled the curtain shut and started showering together.

Jerald yelled out loudly to Jon, “Hey Slut! You’ll have to wait ’til we’re done. There’s not enough room for three in here! Besides, I don’t want cum all over me, as you wash it off!”.

It was one last verbal humiliation of Jon. Jerald smirked as he said it, glancing at Chris, who was struggling to keep from laughing out loud.

There was no reply back from Jon. Figuring that Jon was too embarrassed to say anything put a slight smile on Jerald’s face.

After they finished showering, Jerald and Chris walked out into the apartment, as they dried off.

Jon was gone.

Jerald and Chris laughed, knowing why he had left: He was too ashamed to face them after how slutty he had been for them and what he had let them do to him.

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