Author: admin

This is my first time writing this style, I am open to any criticism that could help me improve 🙂 

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“Again? You promised you wouldn’t miss our anniversary this year” he said frustrated. “I know baby I’m sorry! I really can’t do anything about it” I told him, “The shareholders need me in this meeting. I will fly back home as soon as I can” “Fine, but I’m not spending another anniversary alone, I’m going out”.

We hung up and I head into the room, wondering what I could’ve changed to avoid being here today.

It all started 5 years ago, when I got the brilliant idea of starting my own company. Al was very supportive, he encouraged me to pursue my dreams and go for it. But a year later, and more than 100K invested, how could I tell him that my dream company was bankrupt? I couldn’t disappoint him. I had to do everything I could to make it work.

You might think it would’ve been better to accept defeat and walk away with a 100k loan, you would be right. But I am not that kind of person, so when an old friend, Jeff, offered to invest and pay off our loan, I accepted all his terms.

It started off with simple requests, attend dinners with him, explain the company strategy to other potential investors, and try to raise funds. Basic business requirements. Then these requests started escalating, attend business trips, travel to meet clients, be present in every single meeting, etc. That was when I started missing milestones in my personal life. I was away on business for Al’s 40th birthday, I was in Japan for our 10th anniversary, I had a very important meeting that made me miss his brother’s wedding, and so on.

One day, Jeff asked me to attend a dinner with him; he was meeting up with his ex and his new boyfriend and didn’t want to go alone. He said that if I did him that favor, he’d look into increasing his investments. I had nothing else to do, so I figured it was a smart decision. He kept asking for small favors, and I kept accepting.

But Jeff didn’t stop there, his requests became harder to satisfy until one day he asked me to sleep with him. I told him it was out of the question, and that I would never hurt Al like that. What made it even weirder was that Jeff and I were both tops; we had fooled around once, a long time ago, we helped each other jerkoff, but that was the end of it, because neither of us would bottom for the other.

That was the day everything changed. Instead of taking no as an answer, Jeff threatened to walk out. I couldn’t afford to lose him as an investor, he was the only thing keep my company afloat. I struggled to come up with a solution and ended up rejecting his request but offering to jerk him off. He accepted. That night, he called me into his hotel room.

I arrived and he was in his robe. He requested I strip naked, and I complied. He then asked me to remove his robe, revealing his naked chubby body. He had let himself go pretty bad. His hairy chest was kind of sagging, and his belly covered his flaccid dick. He instructed me to drop to my knees and start stroking him, “get me hard” were his exact words. I complied, dropping to my knees and reaching out to search for his dick, hiding within his belly fat. It wasn’t long before his dick made its appearance. If there was one thing nice about Jeff, it was his dick. He has a beautiful 9.5-inch dick, cut, with a perfect mushroom head. Any bottom would love to be taken by that dick; except I was a top. I found myself rubbing his cock with both hands while it stood straight ahead, looking at me, as if forcing itself into my mouth. My flaccid dick unchanged, I could feel the excitement run through Jeff. I felt as if I was being used, bought even. I continued to rub his dick, trying to imagine myself anywhere but in that place. I managed to escape, imagine myself with Al, rubbing his cock while he blows me. I felt at ease, I felt safe with my husband. The minute I start to get horny, I was pulled back into the nightmare that is my reality as Jeff’s dick blows all over my face. I opened my eyes to see my hard cock standing between my legs as Jeff’s cum drips from my face onto my muscular chest. The sight of Jeff again forces my dick back into its sleeping mode. I stood up and asked for a permission to leave, he accepted.

I headed back to my room, disgusted by what I just did, wondering how I will be able to look Al in the face again.

The next day, I met up with Jeff to tell him that I had changed my mind. That nothing he could say would let me do that again, and that if he wanted to leave, he should.

To my surprise, he tells me that he’s staying. We spent the day in meetings before we headed back to our hotel. Once there, he asks me to join him in his room. I respectfully decline, telling him that I would rather stay in my own room, but he insists, saying that he had something he wanted to show me.

When we get to his room, or should I say suite, I sit on an armchair in hopes of keeping as much distance between Jeff and me. He pours himself a glass of single malt, circles through the room for a few minutes, and then comes back and lays on his couch, legs spread. In one hand a cigar, the other the glass. I remain staring at the door the whole time.

“Suck my cock” he requests as he widens his legs even further.

“I told you I’m not doing that again, Jeff. If you want to leave, you can, but I’m never doing anything like that with you, ever, again.”

“I think you’ll change your mind” he says as he gestures to the TV in his room. I rotate to look behind me and see a clip playing on his TV. It takes me a minute before I realize it’s us. He had recorded me jerking him off and has a short clip playing on repeat. The video shows me with my eyes closed, smiling as I rub his dick. My dick standing between my legs. Horrified at what I just saw, I scream at him “You sick son of a bitch you recorded me?”

He replies with the smoothest tone ever “Come on now, be cool, I’m not going to show it to anyone.” He pauses for a few seconds before he adds, “Well, I won’t show it to anyone if you blow me. If you don’t, I’ll have it mailed to Al” “You’re blackmailing me into sucking you, you sick bastard?” “Well, I would put it more as I’m incentivizing you to do it. Afterall, I saved your life with my investment, you should return the favor”

Appalled by Jeff’s statement, I start heading to the door saying “I’d rather you send it to Al than suck your dick”

Just as I reached the door, he says “What if I gave you 3k, and cleared your schedule for two weeks? You’d be able to spend time with Al and finally go on one of the trips you promised him you two would have once the company was afloat”

The thought of finally being able to treat Al the way he deserves travels though my body as I think of the places we could visit with 3k. “No thanks, I’m still not interested” I answer him, re-evaluating what I’d have to do earn that trip.

“10k” he says

Disgusting, I think to myself as I decide to leave. But I feel my body circling back to face Jeff, defeat showing on my face as I drop to my knees.

I unzip his pants and slide his flaccid cock out. His belly still tucked in his shirt, I start to jerk him off. Within seconds, his dick hardens in my hand and reaches its full size. “Suck it” he says. I abide I bend forwards. My lips reach the tip of his dick. I hate every second of it as I start to suck the tip of his cock. His gaze focused on me, I continue to suck him. He instructs me to unbutton my shirt while sucking his cock. I obey, realizing I can fit more of his dick in my mouth than what I had imagined. Once topless, he sets his whiskey glass aside and starts playing with my chest. I’m extremely fit, I’ve been working out since I was 20 and I never missed a day, be it business trips or other. He circles my nipple with his hand, and I feel myself hating every moment of it. My lips still glued to his thick cut dick, my nipples start to harden. I feel ashamed as I think about Al and what he would do if he knew I was giving Jeff a blowjob. Jeff continues to play with my chest as I take my pants off, at his request. I am surprised to see my hard dick fighting with my boxers as my mind focuses on the level of hatred I pile up towards Jeff. Jeff looks at my boxers, instructs me to take it off, and then plan with my dick. I obey, hating him even more as I stroke my hard dick.

As per his usual, Jeff blows his load in my mouth without notice. I feel a warm gush of his cum fill my mouth before dripping out on his pumping dick as I continue to stroke my dick. He takes his hand away from my chest and holds my head from the back, forcing his dick into my throat as he continues to blow the rest of his loads. I feel myself punished, choking on his thick cum as my hard dick blows on Jeff’s ugly legs. Once he finished, Jeff releases my head and I cough, trying to breathe while fighting with his cum in my mouth.

He doesn’t mention it, but I could see his eyes lighting up with questions, wanting to ask if I enjoyed it, wondering why and how I came. Instead, he stands up and heads to his shower. I pick up my clothes and start walking to the door as I dress myself, swallowing some of Jeff’s cum and wiping the rest off my chin. I drop my head to the floor as I walk back to my room, feeling ashamed I was able to cum.

I get to my room and sit on my bed; not wanting to talk to Al after what I had done. I stay there with the lights off, afraid to catch myself in the mirror, afraid of the horror I might feel if I did. I did not want anything to validate what I had just done. I contemplate my life and how I ended up here, wondering if I should’ve seen the signs all along. I drift into a spiral journey of thoughts and possibilities and end up crying myself to sleep.

But things didn’t end there.

Jeff’s requests that I blow him multiple times again, each time offering another 10k. I thought that if I do it enough times, I’d pile up a 100k and be able to pay him back all his loan, and never speak to him again.

And there I was, talking to Al.

“Again? You promised you wouldn’t miss our anniversary this year” he said frustrated – As he should be, if only you knew what I was doing during our anniversary you’d leave me.

“I know baby I’m sorry! I really can’t do anything about it” I lied to him,

“The shareholders need me in this meeting. I will fly back home as soon as I can”, and by shareholders I mean Jeff, and by meeting I mean blowjob, and by soon I mean 5 more blowjobs, once I have earned the full 100k and I can forget this nightmare ever started.

“Fine, but I’m not spending another anniversary alone, I’m going out”. As you should my love, at least one of us should be enjoying this.

But my luck was about to change. For the better or worse? Depends on how you look at it. I reach Jeff’s suite for his 6th blowjob, my 6th 10k, wearing the underwear he had gotten me. I was shocked when I opened it. He got me a black jockstrap with a very wide waistband. Very tight on my dick and almost nothing from the back. With that, a leather harness with a buckle from the front and two from the back.

I open the door to see Jeff waiting for me. I lose my robe, revealing his twisted gift around my body, and head up to him saying “let’s start” as I drop to my knees. He catches me by the harness and pulls me back up.

“Not this time” he said as he gestured me to stop. “Today I’m fucking you”.

I feel a shockwave travel through me as I start to sweat. “Don’t worry, I know this is not what you had in mind, so I’m willing to give you more. I’d give you 50k. I’m not a fool you know, I know you’re saving to pay me back, so I’ll make it easier. I fuck you once, and you’re free.”

I feel a spark of joy lighten through me as I see the light at the end of this horrible tunnel. I imagine what it would be like to finally be free, to not have to be Jeff’s slave anymore. One thing I need to do and I’m free for good. I suffer once as that man violates my ass, and I get to walk away.

“Ok” I say as I move to the couch, looking at him for instructions of what I should do.

“Come on, you really think I’d take you here on the couch?”. He guides me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed. He walks to my side and take my hand in his. “I need to make sure you won’t change your mind” he explains as he handcuffs me to the bedframe. He squeezes the cuffs tight on both hands, leaving my legs unchained.

Jeff strips naked before climbing on the bed and lifting my legs up in the air. I start to panic as I realize he’s going to fuck me raw. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it” he says as he lubes his dick and starts inserting it into me.
My hole burns as his thick dick penetrates it. I fight with my cuffs to push him away but only manage to feel the pain on my wrists. Anxiety takes over me as I realize I was getting raped. I pull harder on my cuffs without any results.

Jeff’s dick destroys me, the cuffs making their mark on my wrists, the harness tattoos me with a print of its shape. I feel used.

That’s when my dick starts hardening. I feel confused as pain rushes through my body. I can’t grasp which area hurts more, my wrists, my ass or my torso. But for some reason, it gets me hard. I feel a fourth pain area arise as my hard dick discovers the chains it is in. The jockstrap has my cock in a locked position, tightening more and more as my dick rises. I lose common sense as I feel myself enjoying the pain. Jeff continues into me, spreading my tight hole more and more, hurting me, destroying me, and my dick’s reaction is to grow harder.

Once fully in, Jeff grabs my hidden dick with his hand and uses my crotch as a stabilizer as fucks me. My ass still in pain, I feel Jeff’s huge cock plowing it. I fight to get free and my chains resist, amplifying my pain. I feel the urge to play with my cock as my whole body aches. Failing to understand what was happening, I start begging Jeff to fuck me harder, to destroy me even more.

But he stops. Jeff pulls out and uncuffs my hand from the bedframe, only to cuff it again on the other side of my other hand, forcing me to rotate on the bed. Lying face down, I crawl into an upright position only to feel Jeff’s hand forcing my face down, locking me into a dog’s position, on all fours. With one move, Jeff inserts his dick back into me smacking my head on the board in front of it. To avoid giving me a concussion, he holds me by the harness as he continues to ruin my internals organs with his dick. I feel his every plow as my body is forced forwards, but held back by his tight grip. I feel a new pain in my shoulders as the harness is pulled harder. My swollen dick still fighting with the fabric, I beg Jeff to take it out. He refuses, telling me I don’t deserve to have my cock freed.

The pain in my ass subsides as I start to enjoy the fucking. Suddenly, I feel a jolt of electricity travelling through my body as my dick shoots its load in its fabric prison. I moan as I cum. I feel my ass needing to close, as if it was done for the day. Instead of stopping, Jeff continues to pound me. The pain in my asshole rises again as I beg Jeff to stop, telling him I came and that I was done. He refuses to answer to me and continues raping me, stating that he won’t stop before he fills me with his juice.

I feel the hate rising again in me and my dick mirrors my feelings. For some reason, I feel my dick hardening as it blends the cum it was surrounded with. Jeff’s hand still on the harness, I feel his other one grabbing my crotch so tight that cum oozes out of my jockstrap. Happy with what he found, he blows his load deep inside me as he continues to bounce in and out of me. The warm feeling in me entices my dick to replicate and I feel myself blowing another load into Jeff’s hand, forcing more cum to drip out my underwear.

Jeff continues to fuck me as he drains his cock into me before he takes it out and shoves a few fingers in my hole. He takes his fingers out and forces them down my throat, forcing me to taste my own ass mixed with his fluid. I feel myself relax as I enjoy his torture.

Jeff gets up and walks to his shower without untying me. It takes him about 15 minutes to shower as I stay in the same position I am in, unable to move. After he’s done, he comes back out and releases me from my chains, ordering me to leave.

I exit Jeff’s suite and head back to my own room to clean myself. Instead of disgust, I feel aroused and confused; wondering the whole time what had just happened.

Just Derpy Things

Jonathan was as silent as a cat as he slunk along the wall and then raised his hand to knock softly on Maddox’s door. Without waiting to be invited in, he turned the doorknob and snuck inside, all the while making sure that no one was roaming the hallways at that hour. He gasped in surprise as he found himself face to face with Maddox, who must have gotten close without him realizing it, as busy as he had been with getting inside the room undetected.

“You scared me,” he said in an accusatory tone, but he smiled broadly as Maddox leaned in and kissed him.

“Hamilton, you’re sneaky,” Maddox teased him. “What would your parents say if they saw you visiting me at night like this?”

Jonathan snorted and dropped his head against the door. That only left him open for Maddox to attack the side of his neck with a hungry kiss. It was just getting really good, when Maddox pulled away. “As much as I want to jump your bones, there’s something I want more.”

“Um, what?” Jonathan asked and continued to rest against the door, while he watched Maddox walk around the room in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. It was quite difficult for him to think of anything but one thing while taking in his boyfriend’s naked chest and the treasure trail leading to that place that could make him crazy with pleasure.

“My eyes are up here,” Maddox teased him again. “We have to talk, Jonathan.”

“Do we?” Jonathan murmured softly. “I thought I was here for some serious bareback riding.”

The giddy laugh from Maddox confirmed that at least he wasn’t the only one desiring such things.

“You’re not wearing your riding boots.”

“Well, it would have been a pain to sneak around in them, don’t you think? Plus, an even bigger pain to explain them if I was caught.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Maddox said, all good-naturedly. “It just makes my job easier.”

“All right,” Jonathan said and crossed his arms. “But put on a t-shirt or something. This is all a bit too distracting.”

Maddox winked at him and grabbed a tee from his duffel bag. The way the fabric clung to each perfect mound of muscle did nothing for Jonathan’s nerves, though. Maybe this was a good time to teach himself some self-restraint.

“Babe,” Maddox started, and this time he didn’t appear to be saying the word in jest or playfully. He ran one hand through his hair and pursed his lips. “I have no better way of saying this. You need to come back to Sunny Hill once the winter break is up.”

Jonathan frowned slightly and sighed. “Maddox,” he said quietly, “I don’t think a couple of weeks are enough for Xpress to forget about me. They will just go public with that video.”

Maddox began to pace the room. “I know, I know, but really… it feels like we’re just letting them win, doesn’t it?”

Jonathan felt  his shoulders slump as they seemed to get heavier. “I don’t think… I mean, I don’t want to live through the same thing again. At my old school, well, they really milked it for all it was worth, if you know what I mean.”

“I won’t allow that to happen,” Maddox said and clenched his fists.

“What can you do? I appreciate that you care, Maddox, I really do, but this isn’t the kind of thing that anyone could stop. Even my parents offered to hire some PI to deal with it. It’s just the type of thing that never ends. Huzzah, long live the internet,” Jonathan added with a defeated grimace.

“Exactly.” Maddox walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders. “Are you going to live in fear for the rest of your life? Let anyone who’s disgusting enough to use such a thing to blackmail you any time they want? It could go on forever, you know that, right?”

Jonathan closed his eyes to shut out the hope in Maddox’s eyes for a while. “It’s not really that much of a choice,” he murmured. “I… just can’t deal with it.” He made a move as if to get away from Maddox, but his boyfriend must have anticipated that because he hugged him fiercely and didn’t let him go.

“Jonathan, I’m sure that I cannot stop Xpress from publishing that thing, but I’m damn sure I can beat the crap out of anyone who dares to say anything to you because of it.”

Jonathan allowed Maddox to hug him and hugged him back. He caressed the short hair at the back of Maddox’s head. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re going to live up to your Mad Dawg persona?”

“Why not? It’s for a good cause.”

They pulled away only so that they could look at each other. “I appreciate every supportive word and good intention you have for me, Maddox. But how patient are you going to be with me each time I feel the need to run and hide?”

“As often as I need to for as long as it takes,” Maddox promised. “Come on, babe, you wrote me a seven-page love letter. Are you telling me that we’re planning for a long-distance relationship?”

Jonathan pursed his lips. “That’s something I didn’t think about,” he said. “I mean, of course, I’ll be here, and you’ll be… at Sunny Hill.”

“See?” Maddox let go of his shoulders only so that he could grab Jonathan’s hands and place them on his pecs. “Are you sure you can stay away from all this for so long?”

“You’re driving a hard bargain here,” Jonathan admitted.

“Oh, babe, you don’t even know how hard.”

They burst into laughter at the same time. It took Jonathan a few moments to realize that they were being a bit loud. He put one finger against Maddox’s lips. “I really don’t know what to tell you. I want to be with you. I want to continue to room with Ray and ply him with food, and play board games with him and Hanna. I want to hear about Rusty’s latest adventures straight from the horse’s mouth–”

“Horse, right. Just tell that to him and we won’t hear the end of it,” Maddox interrupted him with a snort. “Jonathan, if you don’t come back, you’ll regret it forever. And the professors all love you, I know it. So does everyone else. What else are you going to do for school? Go back to that horrible place?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t really like the idea of transferring there.”

Jonathan laughed softly and caressed Maddox’s cheeks. “I have no idea what to do right now. I’m giving up on my studies for a while, I guess.”

“No shit,” Maddox countered. “For real? And what do your mom and dad say? Aren’t they all about striving for excellence?”

“Maybe I’ll excel at procrastination,” Jonathan said with a forced smile.

Maddox pursed his lips and shook his head. “No way, there’s absolutely no way. You love studying. I’ve never seen anyone cover himself in books like they’re some cozy blanket the way you do.”

“I can still read,” Jonathan pointed out.

“Nope, you’re not going to bail on me like this. And seriously, this castle is a bit cold.” Maddox shivered as if he had just felt a draft. “What if you catch pneumonia and die? I would never forgive you, just for the record.”

Jonathan looked away. He only had to close his eyes and everything rushed back to him, the way it had all happened. He had run away without looking back. But was it going to be easy to stay away now? To leave behind true friends and a real boyfriend on top of everything else was not the same as before, now was it?

“I’ll… I guess I’ll think about it.”

Maddox smooched him loudly on the lips. “Thanks, babe. And, in the meantime, I’ll think of something. Does anyone else know? I mean, I get it that you told your parents, since you mentioned the PI.”

“Ray knows. I just couldn’t lie to him, I swear.”

“I know. He should work for the FBI,” Maddox said matter-of-factly. “He’s like a scary hamster.”

“I won’t let him know you said that.”

“Then I should talk to him. Two heads are better than one.”

“What for?” Jonathan asked.

“To come up with a plan to make sure that Sunny Hill doesn’t turn into some shit show for you. A lot of people are good people there, but we have our weeds too, I guess. Or else, a stupid thing like Xpress wouldn’t exist.”

Jonathan remained quiet for a while. Ray didn’t judge him, and Maddox didn’t, either. They were good people, indeed. “Maddox, you know, if you think it’s all right, I have no qualms with you telling your friends about the blackmail. I mean, they know me, and I know them, and if this remains a secret, I think they’ll blame me for manipulating you for some obscure purpose.”

“Are you sure?” Maddox asked.

Jonathan nodded, even though he felt the same familiar squeeze on his heart. “I don’t trust Xpress not to release the video even if I do what they say. So, I don’t want it to be an unpleasant surprise for them.”

“All right,” Maddox said. “That’s very courageous of you, just saying.” He kissed Jonathan’s temple.

***

Maddox had been surprised to hear Jonathan’s wish to let more people know about the blackmail, but that didn’t make him less happy. If there was anyone he trusted without reservation, it was his friends. He knew for a fact that they wouldn’t judge Jonathan, either, because they were all good people. “I’m sure Dex can ask his dads for some advice. And Kane’s dad is a big shot executive, so he must know lawyers and all that.”

“At least, we don’t have to worry about lawyers with my parents knowing what’s going on,” Jonathan said and offered Maddox an unsure smile. “They know a lot of lawyers, too. Only I don’t want it to come to that. Even if this scandal is nipped in the bud, another will resurface when I least expect it. That video is out there, no matter how much of a problem it is for me. It’s not something that can be changed. So, maybe I don’t want my parents involved too much,” he said.

“Duly noted,” Maddox said promptly.

Jonathan couldn’t suppress a smile as he brushed Maddox’s hair out of his gorgeous eyes. “You’re sexy when you get all worked up like that.”

That was a cue if he knew anything about cues. He leaned into Jonathan’s touch. “You’re not getting away from me, just so you know. And mom’s really dreaming about that title.”

“Ah, the title. I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint everyone in that regard. Apparently, I’m the proud descendant of a long line of bricklayers.”

Maddox stopped and stared at his boyfriend’s face in disbelief. “Are you pulling my leg?”

“I just found out today myself. So, as you can see, we’re very much alike.”

“Hmm, that’s great news. No drinking tea with the pinky raised, right?”

“Unless you want to. For the record, I was eavesdropping on my parents when I heard about it. Let’s keep it our secret.”

“Hey, it’s going to be my family, too, soon, and I’m all for keeping up appearances,” Maddox joked. “What else did you find out?”

“Aren’t you the curious one?” Jonathan teased.

Maddox grinned and snuck his hands underneath Jonathan’s soft shirt. “You know me.”

“Well,” Jonathan sucked in a breath, “they agreed that I’m not going to change my mind about you, and that’s good. The not so good part is that my mom expects my dad to put you through the wringer, whatever that means. On the bright side, my mom really thinks Rusty’s voice is special. She even called him a wunderkind.”

“Let’s not tell him that. It might go to his head,” Maddox said. “He needs a challenge in his life, and your mom just raised the bar. I’m telling you, we might see a different Rusty Parker because of her.”

“Then, that’s settled. Ah, and I know you talked about Dex and Kane, but I just want you to know that I’m all right with letting Rusty know about the whole scandal brewing thing.” Jonathan cleared his throat slightly, like it was difficult for him to talk about it.

Maddox understood as much. “Rusty may be an airhead and a kinkster most of the time, but I’m willing to bet that if there’s someone who’s going to take the situation you’re in to heart the most, it’s him.”

“I got to know him a little during Thanksgiving break.” Jonathan bit his bottom lip and looked away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“Hey, I was stupid, okay?” Maddox said quietly and moved his hands up to Jonathan’s shoulders and squeezed in apology. “I guess I was surprised by my own jealousy. I don’t think I had ever experienced it in my life before that moment.”

“So, you’re over it now? Completely?” Jonathan teased him with a smirk.

“Completely. If I ever get jealous again, the only thing I need to do is re-read your love letter, and I’ll be fine.”

“You’re going to tease me about that forever, aren’t you?” Jonathan moaned and let his head fall back in feigned exasperation.

“Of course,” Maddox confirmed brightly. “Now, what should I expect from your dad? Is he going to challenge me to a chess game? I hope I don’t have to demonstrate my prowess in riding horses, because I don’t know anything about that. Also, no trivia outside my school curriculum,” he joked.

“Be yourself,” Jonathan said. “Always remember that even if you don’t win him over, that doesn’t mean that you haven’t won me already. And I’d rather you don’t get stressed by this whole thing. We’ve barely survived our finals, right?”

Maddox shook his head and then took Jonathan’s hand. “That totally went out of my mind. Finals have nothing on meeting your parents.”

“I haven’t asked you… what do you think of them?”

Maddox stopped for a moment. “Wait, do you want to know if I like them?” He pointed at his chest in disbelief.

Jonathan shrugged. “It would be nice if you did, but it’s not a requirement.”

“Well, they’re scary, as Rusty said, but your mom is really amazing, and your dad looks so dignified. Mom and dad are going to be over the moon once they meet them. No one in that neighborhood is ever going to hear the end of it. And I’m happy I met them. However, it’s you I want, so let’s stop with the serious talk for a bit, what do you think?”

Jonathan nodded in agreement. Maddox pulled him toward the bed, and they lay down on their sides, facing each other.

“Do you know when I realized that I’m really in love with you?” Maddox asked, taking in his boyfriend’s beautiful eyes, nose, and lips. He caressed Jonathan’s jawline before going lower, moving his fingers over a nice pec and resting on the quick to harden pebble of flesh beneath his touch.

“When?” Jonathan asked, as his breath began to shorten.

“When I realized that I could sit like this with you, watch you, listen to you, without wanting to have sex.”

“Oh,” Jonathan said, his lips curling in a disappointed smile.

Maddox snickered. “Why the long face? Don’t you want me to want you for more than just your gorgeous body?”

Jonathan grinned and grabbed Maddox’s chest fast. “Well, if you put it like that…”  He began kneading the flesh in earnest, earning a grunt from Maddox.

“You’re putting me to the test here, when all I want is to be romantic for a change,” Maddox complained.

“I think you proved that plenty when you landed on my doorsteps with Rusty in tow. Wait, did you drive here? I just realized–”

Maddox brought Jonathan’s words to a halt with a kiss. “Do you think there’s a chance for a shotgun wedding if you sleep here until morning?”

“Nice try, Kingsley. Sorry, in mom’s and dad’s backyard, we need to play by their rules.”

“I see. So, it’s high time for a quickie, then?”

Jonathan agreed with a kiss. Maddox didn’t waste any time and rolled him on his back, stealing kisses and teasing Jonathan by dodging his whenever he felt like it. As his boyfriend’s frustration grew, Maddox’s delight in torturing him just went higher. Suddenly, he dropped lower and pulled Jonathan’s silk pajama bottoms down over his slender hips. For a moment, he laughed as a very high sprung cock hit him in the face but made quick work of swallowing it halfway and making Jonathan gasp and beg for mercy with his next breath.

“Missed this,” he said as he took a moment before diving further down. “A lot.”

“Then stop dallying,” Jonathan ordered and pushed his head down.

Yes, that was a part of his boyfriend he liked so much, among many others, the demanding and somewhat domineering side. His own cock got painfully hard and he ground it against the bed as he took Jonathan’s deeper. No way could he do the amazing stuff Jonathan was capable of when he had a cock in his mouth, but he was determined to blow the other’s mind away.

Jonathan moaned and fucked his mouth, his hips rising off the bed in a strained effort to get more. Maddox pushed back, holding him down, his mouth helping win the battle for dominance. Who would have thought he would like it so much, to be held in that position by a strong hand while burning eyes watched him from above? There was so much pure abandonment in those amber eyes that he only felt motivated to do and be more so that Jonathan would continue to look at him like that forever.

Jonathan grunted his warning and threw his head back, pulling him out of his trance. He accepted it all, no, more than that, he was mad about it. He licked the head while pulling back, making Jonathan shudder and moan a soft protest.

“Awesome, babe,” he teased and moved upward until he could reach the slightly parted lips and shared the tasty release.

Jonathan snuck his tongue inside his mouth, making it dirtier and hornier than it should have been after blowing off like that. Maddox couldn’t help but groan helplessly as his neglected cock rubbed against Jonathan’s thigh. Then, his ass was unceremoniously grabbed by eager hands, and he needed to protest. “Hey, you’re killing me here.”

Jonathan didn’t say a word and just flipped him over to return the favor. Maddox didn’t mind at all when Jonathan pushed his sweatpants down completely and forced him to spread his legs wide. After that, it was as if a full-fledged buffet with the tastiest morsels had opened in front of his boyfriend. Jonathan made a meal out of licking Maddox’s balls, reaching naughtily to the tender flesh right under them and dragging moan after moan out of him.

“I know you’re good,” Maddox protested, “but do you think you could go for the main course already?”

“But I really,” Jonathan said through slurps and licks, “really want to do this.”

No time was given for him to ask what his lover meant by that. When Jonathan’s deft tongue reached inside his ass, without as little as an introduction, all he could do was moan. “Oh, gawd, fucking yes, that’s so good.”

The devilish smile thrown his way made him understand that he was not going to be let off the hook that easily. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thorough rimming, and then the one finger sneaking inside and probing him everywhere. Jonathan went for two and made him squirm in mind-blowing pleasure, and only after that, his poor cock got what it deserved.

Jonathan was pumping him at both ends, penetrating him with his wet fingers, and sucking him down to the hilt. Maddox didn’t exactly know where pleasure started and where it ended. He lived through a cycle of impossible sensations, tears welling in his eyes, drool coating his lips, his entire body taut and building toward release.

He didn’t know if he cried out or not. What he could tell, through the endless spasms of his cock inside Jonathan’s mouth, was that this had to be the most glorious blowjob of his life. “Babe,” he drawled as soon as he was able to speak, “you fucking blew my mind.”

Jonathan snickered and kissed his cheek loudly. “Don’t let your friends hear you calling me ‘babe’. They’ll torture you for all eternity.”

Maddox sighed contentedly. Not even the prospect of his friends making fun of him for being head over heels could take away from the pleasure seeping into his bones right now. “Hey, what’s your pet name for me? You didn’t give me one.”

“Babe’s not exactly a pet name.”

“But you’re a total babe,” Maddox drawled in a phony accent. “It fits you. Now, come on, give me a pet name, or I won’t let you go back to your room.”

Jonathan lay on his back and put his hands behind his head. It looked like he was using the ceiling as a reference on pet names for boyfriends. “Hmm, how about Ace?”

“Ace?” Maddox asked. “How did you come up with that? Wait a minute, I hope it’s not some dude you used to have a crush on or something.”

Jonathan laughed, which only made him get up on one elbow and stare his boyfriend down.

“No, I can assure you that I didn’t have a crush on him.”

Maddox blinked, still unsure why Jonathan was smirking all slyly like that. “Well?” he insisted.

“But he did have the most awesome hair, all black,” Jonathan said. “Not a speck of white. And he was nothing but a pack of muscles, they used to say. And he could hunt like no one else.”

“Hmm, is that like one of your forefathers, or something? ‘Cause that would be so totally weird.”

“And he also had the wettest nose…”

Maddox deftly grabbed a pillow and hit Jonathan in the face. “You’re talking about a dog!”

“Not just any dog!” Jonathan tried to dodge and bat the pillow away. “He earned enough medals to fill a wall. I can show you pictures.”

“I cannot believe you.” Maddox continued to attack his boyfriend. “I’m calling you an endearing name, and you’re thinking of me like I’m some dog.”

“Well, I can always call you Mad Dawg, but that’s a mouthful.”

“You can bet your sweet lips I’m a mouthful.”

“Ace is much better. Plus, as much as he was a killer on the hunting grounds, he was a totally derpy dog when indoors.”

“Derpy dog? Clearly, you’re spending too much time with Rusty. And what of me makes you think that I’m like that dog?”

“Hmm, I could list a few reasons.” Jonathan was quick to grab the pillow and turn the tables by rolling Maddox over and pinning him underneath. “According to family legend, he was loyal, stubborn, and a very handsome creature. Do those things sound familiar?”

“How about the derpy stuff?”

“Well, he liked to play a lot. My late grandfather always said that Ace had a human heart. He even knew how to play pranks on his grandfather. And he was very intelligent, you know?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but all right, call me Ace,” Maddox said. “But not in front of the others, okay? They’ll want to know why, and that’s the kind of thing they might use to tease me forever.”

“We’ll never tell them why,” Jonathan said promptly. “We’re just going to say that I call you Ace, because you’re an ace at everything.”

“Like they’ll believe that,” Maddox said with a snort. “They’re so going to smell blood.”

“Do you want to bet on it? I’ll convince them.”

Maddox groaned and closed his eyes. “Any other ideas for a pet name?”

“I could always call you ‘pup’, but the next thing we know Rusty is going to be asking if I intend to put you on a leash and in one of those masks with a muzzle.”

“Ugh, right. We’ll be heading toward Derpy Town sooner than we can blink.”

“I thought so, too. So… Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Ha, you answered. Clearly, that’s your pet name.”

“Jonathan Hamilton, you’re a damn sneaky bastard.”

* * *

With everyone gathered around the Christmas tree, all that was left was for them to open their gifts. Jonathan stole knowing glances in Maddox’s direction and winked at Rusty when the troublemaker looked at him and shrugged.

“We didn’t bring any gifts,” Rusty said.

“You are our guests,” Jonathan’s mom said promptly. “We are the ones who ought to apologize since we didn’t have the time to acquire more thoughtful gifts given such short notice.”

Like that would ever happen. Jonathan knew for a fact that his parents had been quite busy during the last two days just to make this occasion special. While holidays had always been cheerful in the family, despite their required strict decorum, this time, Jonathan could tell things were different in a good way.

For one, he could tell that his parents could barely wait for everyone to open their presents, all packaged neatly with bows on top. He couldn’t blame them, as he was in exactly the same boat and wanted to see their special guests’ reactions to his choices in gifts.

“Maddox, please, everyone’s waiting,” Jonathan’s dad said. “Break the ice.”

Maddox smiled and picked what looked like a very voluminous package. He grunted theatrically while he hiked it up and gestured for Rusty to help him. The fast unwrapping revealed what appeared to be a huge collection of books. Maddox turned toward Jonathan’s parents. “Wow, I think this covers everything there is to know about economics,” he joked as he looked through a few while Rusty held the huge box for him.

“No, just what you would need in case you’re considering a PhD,” Jonathan’s dad said promptly.

“I’ll think about it,” Maddox promised with a quirky smile. “If not, they’ll look impressive on my bookshelves.”

“Don’t let them gather dust,” Jonathan’s mom warned, wagging a finger at him.

Jonathan caught Maddox’s arm as he tried to reach for the small package that was from him. “Leave that for later,” he whispered, and then louder, “Let’s see what Rusty got.”

Rusty was giddy like a kid, and for some reason that made everyone around smile, too, infected by his enthusiasm. He dropped the box of books in Maddox’s arms and then grabbed one of the gifts, the larger one, which seemed to have stolen his attention. Rusty stared at the sweater a bit confused and then at Jonathan, with a bit of guilt. There was someone who also still felt a little guilty over the incident that had landed them both in hot water for no reason other than being a bit foolish.

“Read the note,” Jonathan encouraged him. “And it’s a new sweater, in case you were wondering.”

Rusty nodded and picked up the note. “Nice people deserve nice things,” he read and then smiled broadly and pressed the sweater against his chest. “How do I look? Can I wear it now?”

“Go ahead,” Jonathan said with shrug. “I’m sure you’ll look awesome in it.”

“Leave that for later,” Jonathan’s mom said in a tone that brooked no contradiction. “Open the one from us.”

Rusty didn’t comment, as it appeared that he was willing to listen to everything she said. He opened the small flat package with care, without tearing through the wrapping like before. “Meryl Mayweather,” he read slowly, “vocal coach.” He didn’t continue, and his smile faded. “I can’t take this,” he said and pushed the card toward Francine while looking away.

“Why not?” Francine asked, without hiding her surprise.

“Not now. I mean, I need to finish college. And play basketball.”

Everyone fell silent. Jonathan could tell his mom was debating whether she should berate Rusty for choosing basketball over getting proper training for his voice.

“Very well. It’s not time-sensitive,” Francine said with a wave. “Now, let’s just take this to the dining room.”

Jonathan could tell that Rusty’s rejection of her gift did get to her, but it wasn’t like Francine Hamilton to admit defeat just like that. Before walking away, she turned toward Rusty. “You’ll sing after. I’ll play the piano.”

So, orders had been given. Rusty stood there, holding the card and didn’t move until Maddox squeezed his shoulder.

Jonathan rushed to the rescue. “Rusty, you don’t have to–”

“I’ll keep it,” Rusty said decisively and slid the card into the back pocket of his jeans. “Just tell your mom not to hate me too much.”

“She doesn’t hate you. But don’t be sure that you escaped her clutches. She forced me through French for an entire summer when I was twelve. According to some people, I speak as well as a Parisian.”

“Shit,” Rusty said under his breath. “I’m your bestie, Maddox, but you got me into some serious trouble here.”

Maddox laughed wholeheartedly. “You did that to yourself.”

“True,” Rusty admitted. “Hey, I need to change into that sweater, though.”

* * *

“Wow, your mom can really play the piano,” Maddox said as soon as they were alone.

“And Rusty can sing. So far, it looks like he’s the only one who’s getting put through the wringer after all that talk,” Jonathan replied and hugged him from behind.

“You think? I have to read one million pages about research in economics or something. And I feel like that’s only the first test of many,” Maddox said and leaned back into his boyfriend’s hug. “Now, is it finally a good time to open your gift?”

“Yes, it is.” Jonathan kissed him on the cheek.

In all honesty, Maddox had felt on pins and needles while waiting for the Christmas dinner and entertainment afterward to be over so he could see what Jonathan had chosen as a gift for him. He turned to face Jonathan and began unwrapping the small package. Jonathan watched him closely, so Maddox felt like he had trouble opening the stylish box finally revealed. He took out the bracelet and stared at it for a moment. “It looks expensive,” he said after looking at it for a while.

“Never mind that,” Jonathan said and turned the bracelet so that Maddox could see the inside of the flat plate.

“For Maddox, Love, Jonathan.” Maddox remained baffled for a few more seconds. “Wow. I mean, how did you manage to get it engraved so fast?”

“There are perks to belonging to this family.” Jonathan snickered. “Do you like it? I mean, if it’s too much–”

“No way.” Maddox shook off his initial surprise at the costly gift and put the bracelet on his left wrist. “Do I look owned already?” he joked.

“Hopefully, yes. That was my plan all along, you know?”

“Thank you. It’s really awesome. I bet everyone’s going to envy me, now.”

“I’m happy you like it.”

“And I didn’t get you anything.”

“Really?” Jonathan smirked as he rested his arms on Maddox’s shoulders. “You brought yourself. And you know what I wanted the most for Christmas?”

Maddox groaned and rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to sing that, I hope.”

“We’ve had enough singing, I believe, to last us until next year.” Jonathan stopped for a moment. “I really mean it, Maddox,” he said, this time in a serious tone. “You coming here is the best gift I could hope for.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, because compared to all this,” Maddox gestured around, “I’m a poor boy.”

“Don’t think that. And it doesn’t matter anyway. If we’re still on with that engagement, you won’t be poor for long.”

They both burst into laughter at the same time. Maddox kissed Jonathan on the lips. “You know what’s overdue?”

“Hmm,” Jonathan barely managed, still leaning in for more kissing.

“That bareback riding,” Maddox said with a sly grin and grabbed Jonathan promptly by his shapely ass.

“Then let’s not keep you waiting,” Jonathan said in a breathless voice.

TBC

≈ BATH OF THE WARRIOR ≈

by Hunknown

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QUICK HISTORICAL NOTE

The Knights Hospitaller of St. John of Jerusalem were a Catholic chivalry order that originally had its headquarters in Jerusalem. The members were both warriors and monks, as they took vows of obedience, poverty and celibacy. After the fall of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, they moved to Cyprus, and then to Rhodes, becoming known as the Knights Hospitaller of St. John of Rhodes. When Suleiman the Magnificent conquered Rhodes in 1522, they were forced to move to Malta, becoming the widely renown Knights of Malta. Nowadays the Order still survives as a land-less Sovereign Military Order of Malta, directly depending from the Vatican.

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~ The Tongue of Italy ~

May 31st, 1522. City of Rhodes, Greece, Headquarters of the Knights Hospitaller.

The small group of Knights trotted through the huge gates in the fortified walls of Rhodes, after a long journey by sea from the Holy Land. They exchanged few words, in a mix of different languages, even resorting to Latin when they couldn’t communicate; they weren’t very talkative: none of them, deep inside, could forget that they were many more, when they sailed from Venice, almost a year before. The fight against the Infidels, in the Holy Land, was harsh and ferocious, and many of their fellow Knights lost their lives in battle or under the unspeakable tortures they were subjected to when captured. For some of them it wasn’t the first military campaign in the Holy Land, but this didn’t lessen in any way the heavy toll the battle took on them.

The group stopped in a small square, where many civilians sat at the local tavern, laughing and drinking wine. A busty innkeeper was exchanging lewd jokes with the patrons, and pretended not to notice the lustful hands occasionally fondling her bursting breasts.

Some of the Knights exchanged knowing chuckles, but a stern voice scolded them: “Are you forgetting the vows you’ve taken? Avert your gaze from Babylon and head to your Auberge!”

“I thought that Italians were hot-blooded!” – a Knight joyfully mocked him, and the Italian Knight roared “We’re monks, for God’s sake! Pray that the Grand Master doesn’t hear about your licentious behavior! Now go!”

“Aye, Captain…” – they all said, lowering their eyes, and headed to their Auberges.

The Grand Master, in his wisdom, had built several inns in Rhodes, called Auberges, one for each Tongue, so that the Knights speaking the same language could find shelter together. The Auberge d’Italie, the Inn of the Tongue of Italy, was the first one on the long Street of the Knights climbing up to the magnificent Palace of the Grand Masters, and the Italian warrior stopped there.

The Confrére Innkeeper quickly took his horse and directed the Knight to his room, upstairs. After few steps, the man opened the door to his room and believed to have a double vision, when he spotted inside two perfectly identical men, obviously twin brothers; they were in their early thirties, dark-haired and with a visible stubble covering their friendly faces. They were both wearing identical short caftans casually opened on their hairy chests and short enough to leave uncovered most of their muscular legs.

“Peace be with you” – the newcomer said in Italian, coming in – “I am Captain Rodrigo de’ Grassi, Count of…”

“No” – one of the men interjected, smiling friendly – “We need our titles of nobility and military rank in the outer world, not here. Peace be with you, Rodrigo, and welcome to the Auberge d’Italie. I’m Stefano and he’s my brother Giorgio.”

Stefano looked with reverence at Rodrigo, who was an exceptionally muscular man, apparently in his fifties, with a mass of long black hair, streaked with a touch of grey; his weathered face was crossed with countless tiny wrinkles, undoubtedly due to the unmerciful sun of the Holy Land and a scar near his right eye made his overall look somehow menacing. He was clearly a veteran in the Order, and the youngsters felt honored to have him share their lodging.

 “Oh, almost forgetting…” – Stefano added, pointing to a hidden corner of the room – “The young lad over there is Akim.”

Rodrigo turned his gaze to look at Akim and gasped in alarm, seeing a dark-skinned young man wearing a caftan identical to the twins’. “A Moor!” – Rodrigo yelled, quickly drawing his dagger – “What is a Moor doing here?!”

Akim stood tall and shot a disdainful glance at Rodrigo. “Sìculo sugno!” – he said with a shrill voice that betrayed his young age, and Rodrigo shot at the twin brothers a puzzled glance.

“He’s as Italian as the three of us” – Stefano explained – “He’s from Sicily, and the few times he speaks, he mostly uses the idiom of his native sunny island; but he understands our Italian very well. The Arab domination gave to Sicily quite a large progeny of black-skinned people. Don’t be fooled by the color of his skin, nor by his young age: in the Holy Land he sent many Infidels to meet their false god.”

“Uhm… OK” – Rodrigo grunted, still doubtful, and put his dagger away. He turned around, to place his baggage on his bed, and Stefano came closer, to give him a warmer welcome; but as soon as he placed a hand on Rodrigo’s shoulder, the man reacted like a tiger, turning around and grabbing Stefano’s wrist in a steely, painful grip.

Stefano didn’t say anything, but looked straight into Rodrigo’s eyes, with a friendly, sympathetic glance, until he felt the grip on his wrist loosen and then let go. He didn’t avert his gaze and slowly placed both palms on Rodrigo’s weathered cheeks, holding his face in a soothing caress.

“I’ve been there, too, Rodrigo” – Stefano said in a serious tone tinged with sadness – “I know how you feel. How many horrors had your eyes to see that cannot be unseen? How many lifeless hands of your friends had you to let go of? How many tears had you to hide and trap behind your tightly shut eyelids?”

Rodrigo had wet eyes, realizing at what extent that younger kind man could understand and share his own pain. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

“A Knight cannot feel fear nor cry” – Stefano went on, with a soothing tone, still looking straight at Rodrigo’s eyes – “A monk must force himself to rejoice at the death his friends, who gained their access to Paradise. Out there, this is what our vows and oaths demand from us. But you’re at home now. You are among friends, fellow countrymen, brothers. Here you are no more a nobleman, a Knight, or a monk: here you are a man, just a man. It’s time for you to let go, to drop the burden from your soul, without worrying to be judged. We are brothers.”

Rodrigo’s tried hard to hide the turmoil agitating his soul, but he couldn’t stop the mounting wave of repressed emotions. His shoulders shuddered, a tear dropped down from his eye and he flung his arms around Stefano, almost crushing him into his tight grip, while his body was shaken by restrained, silent sobs. The dam had broken, and Stefano held tight the seasoned warrior in silence, giving him all the time he needed to let everything out, all the horror, the pain, the doubts and the tears he had to repress in long years of harsh battles in a hostile, alien land.

When at long last Rodrigo recoiled, with his face streaked with tears, Stefano smiled tenderly at him. “There is an ancient tradition, here at the Auberges, called ‘The Bath of the Warrior’; when a valiant Knight comes back from the Holy Land, his brothers take care of him, soothing his soul and his body as well.”

Stefano shot a quick glance to his brother Giorgio and his friend Akim, who came closer and gently started undressing Rodrigo, with great respect, starting with his cape, the overcoat, then the chainmail, the boots, the heavy trousers and finally his undergarment.

When naked, Rodrigo instinctively covered his manly attributes, but Stefano smiled: “Your modesty does you credit, but it’s unnecessary in front of your brothers”. That said, with a swift move he unlaced his own caftan and let it fall to the floor, and the other two lads did the same. They all glanced at each other’s naked bodies, without any embarrassment, but rather with a hint of curiosity. Rodrigo had a massive muscled body, covered with a thick felt of black hair that went down to his crotch, where an impressive thick manhood rested flaccid between his legs. Stefano and Giorgio were dark-haired, too, and sported identical thick beards on their faces, but their chests and legs were covered with a thinner layer of short body hair that highlighted their wide brownish nipples. Akim was perfectly shaved and had a completely hairless body, including his crotch area, and Rodrigo wondered if it was a custom for Sicilian or Arab men to shave their private parts; for a fleeting moment he wondered if Akim used to shave his man hole, too, but immediately put that indecent curiosity out of his mind.

“Your scars speak about many grueling battles…” – Giorgio said, talking for the first time, and his voice sounded exactly like Stefano’s – “Come, we’ll take care of you”.

 

~ The Bath of the Warrior ~

They moved to the adjacent room, a large bathroom with high windows veiled with thin white curtains. In the middle of the stone floor there was a raised marble slab draped with soft linen. Stefano and Giorgio helped Rodrigo lie on the slab, while Akim took some buckets of warm water sitting next to a small fire in the corner.

Using the soft natural sponges that Rhodes was famous for, the three lads gently washed Rodrigo’s body. The water was pleasantly warm and scented with bergamot, and the slick soap made with olive oil that his fellow Knights used on his body gave to Rodrigo shivers of pleasure. Giorgio took care of Rodrigo’s long hair, soaping and rinsing them many times, while Stefano slowly brushed and cleaned the vast expanse of his hairy torso, down to his crotch, and then took great care in washing his impressive manhood. Akim concentrated on the legs and the feet, and when done, he pushed Rodrigo’s muscular legs up in the air, to gain access to his secluded back door.

Rodrigo stiffened in alarm when he felt Akim’s fingers getting dangerously close to his nether portal, but he relaxed when Stefano looked down at him with a comforting smile: “It’s all right, you have nothing to worry about…”

When Rodrigo was thoroughly clean, the lads toweled him off and took some scented oil. Six strong hands started caressing every inch of Rodrigo’s skin, smearing the precious oil and massaging the sore muscles.

Giorgio dove his fingertips into Rodrigo’s fierce mane, massaging the scalp with skillful circular movements, while Akim brushed his oiled hands on the powerful legs, insisting on the inner thighs, to then reach the heavy balls and roll them between his slick fingers.

Stefano dug his fingers in the thick felt covering Rodrigo’s chest, taking particular care in oiling the man’s wide nipples, that stiffened under his touch; he then went on massaging vigorously the muscled pecs, the iron abs and the huge biceps.

Rodrigo stood motionless on the slab, with his eyes closed, basking in the pleasure of the tender massage; his mind was finally at rest, the horrors of the battle were forgotten and the only things that existed for him were the six friendly, brotherly hands that were taking tender care of him. He hadn’t felt so good in ages.

He felt Akim’s respectful fingers smear some more scented oil on his manhood and his balls, to then sneak between his legs, to reach his inviolate hole. This time the finger didn’t stop out of the door, but ever so slowly sneaked inside the tight passage, bringing with it the soothing slickness of the scented oil. Out of pure instinct, Rodrigo clenched his ass muscles and shot an angry glance at Akim, but Stefano intervened: “Let him do it, my friend. Trust him, your manliness is not at stake. This special oil will preserve you from many illnesses, and your private parts must be protected even more than your outer skin.”

Rodrigo relaxed, though at first he felt very uneasy, feeling a man’s finger, and then two, caressing the insides of his most guarded place; but then, he slowly accepted the intimate pleasure that Akim’s touch was giving him. He closed again his eyes and welcomed a shiver of pleasure that ran through his spine when the fingers, that now had become three, touched him in a sensitive place he didn’t even suspect to have inside him, and then did it again, and again, gently, friendly. He was at home, he was with his brothers, he was safe. Rodrigo felt like he was floating in a cloud of wellness and relaxation.

The cautious touch of two lips on his ribs roused him from his torpor. “W… What are you doing…” – he asked to Stefano, who was gently kissing a scar on his torso. “We pay homage to your valiancy and bless your wounds” – Stefano replied with a frank smile, and started again giving tender kisses on Rodrigo’s chest, soon followed by his friends.

“Ohh…” – Rodrigo moaned, won by the unexpected tenderness of that brotherly gesture, while soft lips caressed his torso, his thighs, his arms and even his face – “You… you don’t have to… I don’t deserve it, my friends, I… OH! Holy shit!!”

Rodrigo raised his head in alarm and looked down at his own crotch, where his big member was swelling in all his glory, as stiff as a wooden pole. He tried in vain to cover the shameful erection and murmured: “I’m mortified…! I… I couldn’t control myself…! Oh! Forgive me, this is… truly, truly mortifying!”

“Why should it be mortifying reacting like a man should?” – Giorgio said with a soothing voice, looking down with smiling eyes at Rodrigo – “It’s all natural. You can’t oppose to Nature, why should you?”

Giorgio felt a burst of affection for that seasoned warrior, whose countless battles had hardened his heart and his face, suddenly giving him a shy, thankful glance, and flashing a tentative, tender smile.

“Cce beddhu sorrisu ca avi…!” – Akim said in a low voice, looking at Rodrigo, and the warrior gave a puzzled glance at Stefano. “He says you have a beautiful smile” – Stefano explained – “and I can’t agree more with him.”

“Oh, stop making fun of me!” – Rodrigo laughed out loud, climbing off the marble slab and quickly getting on his feet – “This ‘Bath of the Warrior’ made me feel a new man, I can’t thank you enough! Now we all should better put on something…”

“We’re not done, yet” – Stefano said, pulling Rodrigo by his hand out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. “We aren’t?” – Rodrigo asked, anxious to hide his erected member as soon as possible – “I’m squeaky clean and perfumed like the Grand Master himself…”

“You see” – Giorgio intervened – “the bath is an old tradition that not only aims to tribute respect to a valiant knight, but also to create a brotherly bond with him. A bond made of trust, acceptance and affection.”

“We met a couple hours ago, we know nothing about each other” – Stefano added – “but tomorrow we might be called upon to fight side by side, entrusting our own life to each other…”

“And there’s a sure way to create this brotherly bond” – Giorgio concluded, pushing with firm gentleness Rodrigo on the bed – “A way that has bound the Knights since these ancient walls were built…”

 

~ Deep bonds ~

Rodrigo fell on the soft bed, on his back, and stood still, watching the three lads slowly coming closer and sitting next to him on the bed, with friendly smiles on their faces. Rodrigo’s manhood had not lost a fraction of his stiffness, and now he noticed that the virile members of the other lads were coming to life, too.

“There is nothing to fear” – Stefano said in whisper, leaning on Rodrigo’s chest and kissing his nipple. “Trust us” – Giorgio added, raising Rodrigo’s legs and diving his face into the man’s odorous hole – “Offer yourself to us and we’ll offer ourselves to you”.

Akim extended a hand and curled his fingers around Rodrigo’s stiff member; he looked at it in awe and murmured: “Matre! Avi la minchia com’a nnu cavaddhu…”. Before Rodrigo could ask, Stefano chuckled, his face still sunk into Rodrigo’s hairy chest, and explained: “He says… well… that you are as endowed as a horse. Can’t say I blame him…”

“lads… no… don’t…” – Rodrigo weakly protested, overwhelmed by the many sweet and unknown sensations that were enflaming his body. A firm tongue was making love to his ass, exploring his unexplored depths, a strong manly hand was stroking his throbbing cock and his sensitive nipples were sending powerful surges of pleasure straight to his groin.

When Akim’s mouth closed around his swollen glans, Rodrigo uttered a chocked scream and started pleading: “No… stop… you can’t do this… we can’t do this…” – but the tender ministrations didn’t stop, and his neglected sexuality quickly clouded his sense. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, he felt on the verge of a dark abyss, an abyss that he swore to never explore, and moments before he was lost, he whined aloud with a broken voice: “I’m not this strong… Have mercy on me!!”

Stefano raised his head and looked straight at Rodrigo, placing a warm hand on his face: “It is not us who should have mercy on you, Rodrigo: it’s you. You, have mercy on yourself, why are you torturing yourself this way?”

“How can you ask? You took the same vows as I did!” – Rodrigo replied, panting heavily – “We’re monks!”

“But we are not priests. Our vow of celibacy forbids us to enjoy the tenderness of a woman, to take one as our wife and have children, and all the while they want us to be powerful Knights, fighting the Infidels and protect the helpless. But first and foremost we are men, and the most powerful instinct of a man, his most irrepressible need is to spread his manly seed. There’s no need to torture yourself to such an extent, Rodrigo! You can give up on anything, but you can’t stop being a man…”

Rodrigo felt his head spin. Stefano’s words were so sweet and true, a man can’t ever stop being a man, and his vows… his vows couldn’t make him renounce to the very essence of his manliness. He raised a hand and caressed Stefano’s face, diving his eyes into his: “Then let me be again a man…”

In his daze, at first Rodrigo didn’t understand what Giorgio was doing between his legs, but then he felt a rod, stiff and soft at the same time, forcing open his back door with utmost sweetness and breaking into his depths. He gasped loud, not for the pain, because there was none, but for the surprise; he shot a worried glance at Giorgio, who was kneeling between his raised legs, and he was about to stop him when he suddenly understood why he was doing that to him: he felt a connection with him, an intimacy and a strong bond with him that he never experienced with anyone!

The union of their bodies was just the visible appearance of a much deeper union, the one between their souls.

Stefano moved on the bed and knelt astride Rodrigo’s face, pointing his rigid member to his mouth: “We can be joined the same way…”

Rodrigo hesitated for a moment, just a moment, but then realized he was craving to feel, with Stefano, the same deep connection he was experiencing with Giorgio; he parted his lips and welcomed Stefano’s manhood into his mouth. He didn’t really know what to do with it, as he’d never done anything like that before, but he was a man, just like Stefano, and he instinctively found the right way to service and give pleasure to the throbbing member filling his mouth.

Suddenly he felt Akim’s warm mouth closing again around his enflamed cock, and though he couldn’t say anything, he gently thrusted his hips, to express his fond appreciation to the lad’s act of selfless devotion.

Giorgio’s manly meat was touching Rodrigo’s insides in ways that made him shiver, and he responded doubling his effort on Stefano’s member; he realized that once more the three lads were pushing him toward the abyss, but this time he wasn’t scared, this time the abyss was looking back at him with Stefano’s and Giorgio’s shining eyes.

All his powerful muscles suddenly stiffened, in the ecstasy of the orgasm, and his cock twitched and throbbed like a wild animal, to then explode in an endless fountain of pent-up male seed. Rodrigo uttered a muffled scream, chocking on Stefano’s thick member, when he felt Akim’s mouth sucking even harder on him, milking his cock of all his seed and drinking it like it was the finest nectar. Like in a dream he felt Giorgio shove his manhood as deep as he could into his fiery depths and flood him with his manly juice. And when Stefano grunted and stiffened, gushing his semen straight into Rodrigo’s mouth, the aged warrior had no doubt whatsoever, and happily feasted on the warm seed, gulping down as much of it as he could.

 

~ The ultimate proof of trust ~

For long moments, the only sounds that filled the air were the heavy breaths of the four men. On by one, the younger lads moved away from the bed, and Rodrigo glanced around, feeling at long last in complete peace with himself; he looked at Stefano and Giorgio and smiled tenderly at them, grateful to them for having revived that old tradition with him: he really saw now Stefano and Giorgio as his brothers, he felt like they had known each other since long ago and it seemed almost impossible that they actually met that morning.

Then Rodrigo turned his head to look at Akim, who was standing still a bit afar, and his smile vanished. No matter how hard he tried not to be led astray by his prejudices, no matter how selflessly the lad acted with him, whenever Rodrigo looked at him, he saw a Moor.

“You still don’t trust me…” – Akim said, hurt, giving up to his unintelligible Sicilian slang and speaking in an almost correct Italian, much to everyone’s surprise. Still naked, he lay on the bed next to Rodrigo’s, raised his own legs and held them up and apart with his hands, showing his hairless puckered hole to the warrior. “I see your member is not satisfied, yet” – Akim went on, shamelessly offering his most cherished treasure to the man – “I have a small frame, compared to you, and your manhood is so big, while my hole has never been touched. You could wound me deeper and more painfully than any sword, and yet I’m offering myself to you, because I trust you. My eyes are not veiled by prejudice like yours.”

Rodrigo, as a matter of fact, despite the wreaking orgasm, was still fully hard: his long neglected sexuality still demanded more attention; and the sight of the black tight hole so immodestly splayed in front of his eyes made his blood flow again through his veins. But he hesitated, as he definitely wasn’t a man who indulged in sodomitical pleasures; and anyway he didn’t trust Akim: his tone wasn’t as friendly as his words. He glanced at Stefano, unsure about what to do, but Stefano’s expression was impenetrable: that was something between Rodrigo and Akim.

“So what?” – Akim challenged Rodrigo with a firm, defiant tone – “Are you chickening out? This is your chance to hurt me, to give me what you think I deserve. I’m a Moor, after all, right?”

Rodrigo got it: the boy was just fooling him around, to take revenge for his prejudices! Of course it was so! After all, no man could really ask to have his most guarded portal split open and broken down in such a painful and humiliating way!

With a smirk, Rolando rose to the challenge, and wanted to scare the arrogant boy, to teach him a lesson. With a sudden move, he jumped on Akim’s bed, pushed hard his legs against his chest and pressed his rigid cock, still slick with saliva and scented oil, on the black lad’s clenched hole. “No man can fool me around, much less a boy! – Rodrigo roared – “You didn’t really expect me to do it, uh? Well, think better, kid!”

Akim shot a steely glance at the seasoned warrior and replied in a growl: “Take my word: if you were pressing your humongous manhood on my inviolate hole without my full consent, you’d be dead by now” – and he raised the pillow nearby, where a deadly knife was hidden.

Rodrigo got furious, mostly because he realized he was losing face in Stefano’s and Giorgio’s eyes; so he pinned down the lad’s wrists with his big hands and menacingly pressed harder his stiff cock his helpless hole: “You could soon regret your impudence! You’re right, I’m so big, and you’re so tiny, I could easily tear you apart!”

Akim was now at total mercy of the enraged warrior, but he didn’t look scared: despite the predicament he was in, his eyes shined with admiration for the aged warrior. “You could hurt me bad, I know” – he replied with a tone that exuded a deep affection – “and yet I’m entrusting you the most sacred of my possessions. I’m not your enemy, Rodrigo. We’re fellow Knights, we’re brothers. I… I’ve seen your tender smile, back in the bathroom: it was beautiful, sincere, it wasn’t the smile of a cruel man. You won’t hurt me.”

The game was over, and Rodrigo knew it. The boy was right, never in his life he could hurt him in such a hideous way, violating his intimacy with such cruelty. Rodrigo lowered his gaze, now embarrassed for having been misled by his own prejudices at such extent. He felt a burst of respect and affection for that lad, so young and yet so wise and brave, and smiled shyly: “You can read in my soul better than myself. You’re right, I can’t possibly hurt you.”

Rolando recoiled a bit, defeated, now that the tense skirmish was over, but Akim’s expression changed, as if something dear to his heart was about to be snatched from him: “Wait… Do it, Rodrigo, please. I really want it. I don’t know why I challenged you in such a stupid way, I only wanted us… to be one, like you did with Stefano and Giorgio…”

Rodrigo felt touched deep inside by Akim’s words and flashed a tender smile. He let go of Akim’s wrists and hesitantly pressed again his cock on the inviolate hole. “Are you sure?” – Rodrigo murmured, uncertain, and as an answer he felt Akim’s anal ring loosen a bit, inviting him in; he tried to be as gentle as possible, but when the wide helmet forced open the inexperienced ass, Akim let out a choked scream of pain.

Rodrigo froze and shot a contrite glance to the lad: “It can’t work, Akim… You were right, I’m just too big for you…”

“No!” – Akim said with urgency, his features contracted in a deep frown – “Just give me a moment… Just a moment to catch my breath… I’m ready… Can you feel I’m ready?”

Rodrigo felt the tight hole quiver and then relax, begging for more manly meat. The man stood still a few more moments and then pushed again his hips forward, sinking half of is tool into the warm tenderness of Akim’s hole. Another smirk of pain darkened Akim’s face, and Rodrigo faltered: “I don’t want to give you this pain, kid…”

“This is the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt” – Akim replied, and his anal ring opened up more, to finally welcome the mighty club inside him, all of it, to the hilt. Akim’s sweaty face distended in a weary smile: “You see? It was a stroll in the piazza…”

Rodrigo smiled faintly at Akim’s joke, but he knew that he was pushing him to his limit, and took extra care when he cautiously started sliding his massive member into the sensitive chute; and he soon felt heartened, looking at Akim’s tense features relaxing in an ecstatic grin, and saw his eyes shine for the excitement. With long strokes, Rodrigo’s manhood explored the most hidden recesses of Akim’s body, making him tremble and shiver for the exquisite feeling radiating from his ass.

By now Rodrigo didn’t see anymore a Moor when he looked down at Akim, he saw just a boy, a valiant young man who put what he had most sacred at stake, to prove his trust to him; a lad who bravely withstood a deep pain to prove his admiration and affection to him.

Rodrigo felt his heart about to explode for that sweet boy, and suddenly realized that another part of him was about to explode. “Hey kid…” – Rodrigo warned – “I can’t hold back much longer… Do you want me to pull out?”

“Please no…” – Akim replied, panting hard – “I want to go all the way… Give me all of you… You’re making me feel… ohh… so good… Nnnnghh… Beddha Matre! AAAAGGHHH!”

Akim trembled hard, in the throes of the pleasure, and Rodrigo couldn’t believe that the boy could’ve reached such a powerful climax without even touching himself. The mere idea that he was giving to Akim such an overwhelming pleasure made him explode, and shot a torrent of manly seed deep into Akim’s fiery depths, filling him to the brim.

They stood silent for a while, panting hard, and then Akim looked up at Rodrigo, still covering him with his huge body, and felt his heart throb inside him: he knew for sure that he would’ve followed Rodrigo in the flames of Hell, if he asked him so. And the tender smile that he saw on Rodrigo’s face told him that similar feelings were lingering in his heart. A bond had been tightened, that’s what they wanted, but neither of them expected it to be that strong.

Akim squirmed under Rodrigo, feeling the huge member slide out of his loosened ass, and he felt exhilarated to have been able to take it all, despite the tightness of his virgin ass. “Well, not bad for the first time!” – Akim joked, and Rodrigo looked suddenly embarrassed: “How do you know? Was it that obvious?”

“What…?” – Akim replied, surprised – “You mean that for you, too… was the first time?”

The shy smile that Akim loved so much appeared again on Rodrigo weathered face: “I… Well, I took my vows when I was still very young, and so far I’ve never… never done…”

“Today you gave to each other something that can be given only once in a lifetime” – Stefano said from the other side of the room, and only then Akim and Rodrigo remembered they were not alone. Giorgio laughed, happy to see such a strong bond being born between the aged warrior and the young knight: “I’d say that in living memory no Bath of the Warrior was more… effective that this one!”

“We’re truly brothers now” – Stefano added, moving to the center of the room and calling the others next to him – “And we now know we can entrust our very life to each other. Brothers!”

“Brothers!” – they all shouted happily, exchanging strong hugs and pats on the arms.

 

~ A bitter end, a sweet beginning ~

Their newly tightened brotherhood was soon put at severe test. In less than two weeks, Suleiman’s huge fleet laid a siege around Rhodes; there were many bloody assaults from the Ottomans, and the men of the Tongue of Italy distinguished themselves for their courage and daring. Among them, many remembered in awe, in the years to come, a seasoned warrior fighting furiously at the side of a young dark-skinned rookie, always watching each other’s back and selflessly risking their own lives to keep the battle companion safe.

But it was all in vain. By the end of December, the city was lost. Suleiman entered the city as a winner, but he was merciful and let the Knights peacefully leave the town, bringing with them their possession. So, on January 1st, 1523, a long convoy of Knights slowly exited the huge gates in the city’s fortified walls and headed South, as the North port was unusable due the massive destruction.

Stefano and Giorgio, whose valiancy in battle had been noticed by the Captains, were requested by the Grand Master himself to join his personal Guard and be the last ones to leave Rhodes. Their heartfelt goodbyes still echoed in Rodrigo’s and Akim’s ears, while they slowly rode the same horse, Akim on the front and Rodrigo on the back, following the long line of defeated Knights heading South. 

For a long time neither of them said anything, lost in their own thoughts, while mindlessly followed the caravan of horsed and walking men. They were still wearing their battle uniform, as requested by the Grand Master, but that armor seemed to become heavier by the minute.

“Master…” – Akim asked at some point, breaking the silence – “When we fight the Infidels, and mercilessly kill them… do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

“What do you feel” – Rodrigo replied – “when you plunge your blade through their heart and see the life slipping through their wounds?”

“I… I feel an infinite pity for them. I wish the fight could end as soon as possible, to never happen again.”

“So do I.” – the aged warrior confessed – “So, either we are monsters, or what we do is wrong.”

“But… what about our oath as Knights, Master?”

There was a tense silence, while Rodrigo deeply pondered his answer. Then he took a deep breath and removed the leather protections from his own forearms and let them fall to the ground. “I say it’s time to break it” – Rodrigo gravely said, taking away one by one the pieces of his armor, and throwing them away, the helm, the chainmail, the heavy boots and the studded pants, until all he was wearing was his undertunic and the large cape around him.

Akim followed his example and did the same, leaving a trail of armor pieces behind them, until he, too, was wearing nothing but a thin tunic. Rodrigo covered them both with his cape and held Akim tight with a strong, protective arm, pressing his chest against the boy’s back, to share the warmth of their bodies.

Another long silence ensued, until Rodrigo broke it: “Akim, when we… when we do… what we do” – he asked cautiously, too embarrassed to even call things with their name – “…do you think we’re doing something wrong?”

“What do you feel” – Akim asked, remembering their recent conversation – “when you plunge your manliness into my depths and see me roll my eyes in ecstasy?”

“I feel an infinite peace of mind and happiness” – Rodrigo replied without hesitation – “I wish it could never end, and when it does, I long for doing it again.”

“So do I” – Akim said, feeling the master’s stiffening cock pressing against his back – “So, either we are monsters, or what we do isn’t wrong.”

Shifting on the saddle, Akim impishly raised his own tunic over his waist, and did the same with Rodrigo’s; and he was rewarded by the feel of the man’s naked virility, now as hard as a rock, pressing against his lower back, hidden by anyone’s sight by the thick cape covering them. He then rose a bit on his feet and aimed the man’s rigid member to his own back door.

“Wait…” – Rodrigo said, holding the boy tighter – “What… what about our religious vows?”

“Time to break them” – Akim replied with serenity, lowering himself on the thick rod; he gasped loud, as he could never get really used to Rodrigo’s girth, but didn’t stop until every inch of the man’s huge cock was buried deep inside him.

They made sweet love, cradled by the horse’s slow walk pace; following the animal’s gentle movements, Rodrigo’s cock caressed Akim’s insides, making him writhe with pleasure. They didn’t even have to move: it was the horse that made them make exquisite love, under the veil of the ample cape, rhythmically rocking the saddle, step after step, and making Rodrigo’s manhood slide effortlessly in and out of Akim’s tender chute.

After a while, Rodrigo deviated from the main road, leaving behind the caravan of Knights; he headed to the deserted country and with his heels hinted to the horse to pace up to a lively trot. Akim had to bite his lips, not to let out too a loud moan of pleasure, bouncing harder and faster on Rodrigo’s rock-hard member; he felt delightfully owned, feeling Rodrigo’s manly meat dig deeper and deeper into him, and felt safe in Rodrigo’s protective grip. He almost didn’t dare to think it, but he felt… loved, deeply and truly loved by that aged man who had quickly become his world, his everything.

At each hop of the trotting horse, Akim was lifted, to then fall down on the stiff cock; his legs, hanging freely at the sides of the saddle, couldn’t prevent nor slow down the intense penetration. He couldn’t do anything but enjoy the rhythmical fuck that the animal’s movement forced him to get, and he felt in heaven.

Rodrigo started breathing harder, and suddenly yelled “HA! HA!”, urging the magnificent horse to a headlong gallop. He held Akim tighter, and they both started bouncing hard on the saddle. The mighty cock crashed into the boy’s tender flesh over and over, relentlessly, battering his young, sensitive prostate with almost vicious pounds and breaking open his innermost defenses. At each powerful thrust of the horse’s legs, an equally powerful thrust of Rodrigo’s mighty cock took Akim’s breath away.

Each time Akim fell bodily on the rock-hard member under him a chocked scream of pleasure escaped his lips: he realized he could well hurt himself, helpless as he was under the powerful blows that broke into his sensitive hole, but the tension only heightened his pleasure. Clop-clop-clop, bam-bam-bam! Akim wasn’t sure any more he could survive the potency of that fuck that was making him delirious, but deep inside he knew that Rodrigo would’ve never let him happen anything bad.

The aged warrior reached around the boy to hold his stiff member in a tight grip. The furious gallop forced his sensitive young dick to slide through the man’s calloused fingers at the same wild pace the big cock invaded his now loosened hole, and the coupled onslaught on his two most sensitive spots sent Akim in heaven.

“Beddha Maaatreeeeeee!!!” – the boy screamed out of his lungs, convulsing in a shattering orgasm, and he was about to faint for the pleasure and the joy when he heard Rodrigo grunt loud and flood his depths with buckets of warm manly seed. He actually lost consciousness for a short while, won by the wild sexual marathon he had endured, and abandoned himself in Rodrigo’s protective embrace.

After few moments, Akim opened his eyes and felt Rodrigo’s strong arm holding him tighter than ever, as if the man was afraid to lose him; they were proceeding again at a slow walk pace, and Rodrigo had pulled out his cock from him, leaving a sense of satisfied emptiness.

In the distance, Akim could discern the tall masts of the cargo ships and the wide shape of the warehouses: they were about to arrive at the South port, and suddenly Akim felt an icy doubt sneaking into his mind. “Don’t let me go, Master…” – he murmured, and Rodrigo reassured him: “I’m keeping you tight, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off the horse”.

Akim silently shook his head, feeling a lump in his throat and said in a low voice: “Are you… going to give up on me, when you’re be back to Italy, to your life?”

“Give up on you??” – Rodrigo giggled – “And from where does this crazy idea come, kid? Never! Never in this life! It’s a promise! But you…” – he then added, in a serious tone – “you too, promise you will never leave me, Akim. I’m much older than you, and you’d deserve to live your life, without an old grumpy former Knight to take care of. But I can’t do without you, kid. Promise you won’t leave me when we’re in Italy…”

Akim turned his head to look straight at Rodrigo: “I promise” – he softly said, and then strained his neck, to receive Rodrigo’s tender kiss that sealed their mutual promise; a promise stronger than any oath and vow they’d ever taken.

Rodrigo recoiled, a bit embarrassed, and flashed once again his irresistible shy smile, the smile that never failed to make Akim’s heart throb. “Cce beddhu sorrisu ca avite!” – the dark-skinned lad sighed, and then bursts into a liberating, joyful laughter, and his silvery laughter was soon echoed by Rodrigo’s booming one.

“HA! HA!!” – Akim said aloud to the horse, tapping him with his heels, and the magnificent animal once more started a wild gallop, bringing the exhilarated man and boy toward their new life.

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

My mom and dad had an arranged marriage in the typical Indian fashion. Soon after they were wedded, my dad got a job in the USA as a typical Indian techie in a typical multinational company. The mom, coming from a lower middle class family, first educated woman in the clan, gave up her dreams of a lectureship and flew with my dad to Seattle. My older sister was born a year later in 1994. I was a late child, an effort to save their failing marriage, born in 2001. For a time, the little experiment that was me worked. Things returned to normal. My mom became cheerier, coming out of her gloom, having left behind her whole family, friends and aspirations behind in India. But she never did get used to the American way of life. 

A few years later, in my preteen years, I was perhaps just starting puberty, at 12, that my parents began to fight again. I did not find out until later that my mom and dad, both had been engaged in affairs for years. My dad, as a result, became more and more distant. I began discovering my sexuality by other, unhealthy means- namely, porn. Being from an Indian family, I never was very open with my friends (mainly other Indian kids) about sex. I gradually came to accept, by the age of 14, that I was gay. My parents divorced soon after. My mother got custody of the kids along with a hefty alimony. My dad moved out. My mom lost interest in her boyfriend of 4 years and dumped him, and homesickness and perhaps loneliness compelled her to move us back to India.

My mom, the only daughter of middle class parents, with her alimony and her new job as a lecturer in a local college, had become a wealthy woman in her own right. In India, we lived in one of the posh localities of the capital and I went to one of the best schools in the city.

In all this, I forgot to tell about my sister. She had been studying medicine in the USA but as my parents’ marriage imploded, so did her academic excellence. My beautiful older sister, after relocating to India to be with me and mom, began pursuing a Bachelor in Biology from a small local college, back from the basics, not having bothered to transfer her credits to India. She began sleeping with every type of man she could lay her hands on and she was not discreet about it. My mom, her Indian prudish upbringing tempered by her time in the US, allowed her much leeway in this regard, as long as she took precautions to not get pregnant or contact STIs. Now, in hindsight, her behaviour, I understand, was a coping mechanism, her having seen many more happier days of our parents marriage than I did.

In India, I arrived still a virgin. Child of tall handsome parents and brother to a tall beautiful sister, I was the runt of the family. And a chubby one at that, hairy all over, with thick matting of hair covering every surface of my body. I had a thick beard at 16 already. Indians are a hairy people after all. I rather looked 26 than my actual 16.

We settled into a routine in India. Life amongst the privileged in India was no less comfortable than our life in the USA. I made a few new friends, all sons of corrupt politicians. My mom and sister did their own thing.

But too much background. Let’s dive head first into the story now. 

A couple years after we arrived in India, our life fundamentally changed. On her deathbed, my grandmother made my mom promise to remarry. Everyone thought, in the typical Indian fashion, that a household couldn’t function without a grown man, which, at 18, I was apparently not. They even believed that I needed a strong father figure in my life, my real father having been absent from much of it and now largely disappeared from our lives. My mom, low key, agreed. She had caught me masturbating quite a few times and seen the gay porn folder on my personal computer. To save me from the corrupting influence of homosexuality, she agreed to marry. 

After a frantic search, a suitable groom was found. Tall, fair of complexion, athletic and fit, my stepdad was a man of dreams, his fitness not fading even at 42. The catch, he also had two teenage sons, one my age and the other a couple years older, who would come to live with us, both as fit and hunky as my stepdad.

My stepdad’s was a story of riches to rags. Despite being a sensible man after we met him, he had ruined himself due to his alcoholic ways in his youth, and spent all his inheritance from his rich parents. As a result, he had lived the life of a lower middle class man, a high school teacher, for years.

My life changed after my mom and stepdad married. My mom, largely busy with her work, left my step dad in charge of the children. He was a fair man, perhaps wary of falling into the negligent step parent trope, he treated me and my sister in the same way that he did his sons. We would come to understand that it was not always a good thing.

Story to begin in the earnest in the next part.

Alex isn’t talking to me today. As he sits in my chair, at my island counter, in my house, eating my oatmeal, he isn’t talking to me. Well, technically it’s our chair, at our island counter, in our house, eating oatmeal I made for him, but still. He scoops a strawberry up with his spoon and pulls it into his mouth while looking at me.

“Are you ever going to talk to me again?” I ask.

He shrugs one shoulder. He’s even completely clothed today so I’m doubly miserable. Out of spite, I’m also clothed, but it feels weird.

“If you talk to me,” I tell him mischievously, “I’ll take my clothes off. Speaking of which, if we do this, we won’t be able to walk around naked anymore.”

His only response is scooping up the last of his oatmeal and shoveling it into his mouth. He gets up, crosses to the sink, and sets the bowl right into the bottom. He knows it annoys me when he doesn’t put things in the dishwasher and he’s been getting better about it, so I know he’s just doing it to spite me.

He kisses me, which I let him because I’m a pushover and he starts heading for the door, about to leave for work.

“Fine!” I say and he stops his in his tracks. He looks at me, his eyebrows raised. “I’ll talk to her!” I say, defeated.

“Thank you,” is all he says before he leaves through the door.

I pull out my phone and pull up my mom’s contact.

It’s been nearly three months since Jack’s attack on me. Alex and I are sleeping in the same room and all of our friends and family know about us. A lot of our family excommunicated us, some because we’re gay and some because we were stepbrothers, but there are a fair few that are supportive.

Jack was found guilty by a grand jury for a hate crime related attempted murder in the second degree and was sentenced to a maximum of fifty years in a maximum security prison. My mother was able to push through a divorce with relative ease after he tried to murder her son.

Even though she’s been supportive of Alex and me, I still can’t forgive her for the two years she spent pretending I didn’t exist. I can’t forget how, after two years, she asked me how Alex was, not me. That she was okay with spending two years without me, but one week without Alex was enough to make her see the errors of her ways. Alex thinks I’m being overly harsh, but he just doesn’t understand. How could he?

And this is exactly how we found ourselves in the fight we’ve been having the last couple of days. My mother’s divorce from Jack, while easy, wasn’t very cheap. Jack had more savings than she did and he fought against it. She had a stash of money hidden from Jack, “just in case” and most of it went to the divorce attorney. In my opinion, if you need “just in case” money because of your partner, they shouldn’t be your partner.

Unfortunately, the house was in his name and she wasn’t able to keep it, nor could she afford to buy it when he put it up for sale. So, she’s been staying with friends the last few months while she’s looking for a stable job, but they have kids and work and lives of their own, so Alex wants her to come stay with us.

Any sane person should see why I have an issue with this, which leads me to believe both Alex and my mother are not entirely sane. Still, I promised Alex I’d hear her out. So, I hit call on her name and she picks up in less than two rings.

“Zack!” she says like she’s surprised I’m calling. Surely, she knew Alex would whittle me down. He always does.

“Hey, Mom,” I say. We both sit in silence for about thirty seconds until she breaks it.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of a call from my favorite son?”

I cringe at this. My mother is one of those people who, when she does wrong, tries to fix it by flinging herself to the entire other side of the spectrum, doing entirely too much. When I last spoke to her about Alex and my relationship, she told me she doesn’t even consider Alex her stepson anymore and that she’s just happy I’m happy. Although she also told Alex that he’d always be like a son to her, whether she and Jack were married or not.

“Your favorite son, whom you pretended didn’t exist for two years while you paraded around your house and church, constantly preaching about how much of a disappointment I am while praying to your god to ask him to make me a normal person?” That’s what I want to say, but I don’t. Instead, I say, “How about lunch today?” And because Alex made me promise, I add, “My treat.”

“Oh my, what a wonderful surprise!” My mother says, although I know we both know Alex is orchestrating this whole thing.

“Great, I was thinking—”

“How about Mexican?” my mother interjects. I was going to suggest this French bistro that recently opened up, but whatever.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’ll pick you up at noon. Are you still at Stacey’s?”

“Oh, no, I was only able to stay there for two days, then I spent three days at Marcy’s, and now I’m at Rebecca’s. I can only be here for the weekend, though, then I’m going to get a motel for a few days before Stacey said I could come back.”

I know what she’s trying to do. She wants me to feel sorry for her, but it isn’t going to work. I almost suggest she asks Dad, but I don’t.

When I called him to tell him about Alex and me, he said he didn’t understand why two stepsiblings would want to “do that with each other” but that he supported it either way. When I told him my mother was supportive, he seemed to think it was some scheme she was cooking up and I feel very confident she wouldn’t be welcome at his house, even if she were homeless and dying, and not just because Dad has a new girlfriend.

“Well, I’m glad you have a plan in place,” I say. “I’ll see you at noon.”

“I love y—” my mother says, her voice getting cut off as I end the call.

 I still can’t say it back to her. Alex doesn’t hesitate to now. He forgave her so easily. Part of me wants to, but I just…can’t. Every time I look at her, I just remember how she kicked me out and called me disgusting. The way she said I wasn’t her child anymore.

At half-past noon, my mother and I pull up to El Monterey, the second most expensive Mexican restaurant in St. Louis. If my mother had had her way, she’d have gone to the single most expensive, but the wait was too long. I told her it would be at lunch on a Saturday. I’d have happily gone to Qdoba, but Alex would be angry if I skimped out on my mother. Plus, I know she’s only making me spend so much to spite me because I haven’t forgiven her.

We’re kind of alike in that way. She’s spiting me, and I’m spiting her back by refusing to let her stay with us. I’m hoping to keep the conversation away from that subject, but my mother presses her advantage almost immediately after we each receive our drinks.

“Why are you being so stubborn about me staying with you?” she asks as I’m taking a sip of my raspberry margarita.

“Seriously, Mom? That’s the first thing you say when we get here? Not, ‘How are you doing?’”

“I know you’re doing well,” she said, “because—”

“—Alex told you.”

“Well, Alex wouldn’t have to tell me everything about you if you’d just talk to me.”

I take a sip of my drink and don’t answer her.

“Oh, honestly, Zack. I know I was a…” she pauses, then swallows, “a shitty mother.” This actually gives me pause. I’ve never heard her curse before. “But I want to make up for it. Please, let me try. Please.”

Oh my god. Is she begging?

“Mom, it would just be weird, having you there.”

“Because you and Alex have sex?” she asks, waving her hand dismissively. “When you two lived with us, Jack and I—”

“Nope!” I say, cutting her off. “I definitely don’t want to hear about that.”

“People have sex, Zack, it’s a part of life.” She rolls her eyes, scoops up salsa on a chip and eats it before catching my expression. “What?”

“I just don’t understand you, Mom,” I say. “You spent two years—”

“Are you ever going to forgive me for that?” she interjects. “I’m willing to give you time, but it’s been months, Zack.”

“And it was two years, Mom,” I say, mimicking her tone.

She throws her hands up in surrender and we fall silent. This is how every conversation with my mother has went since Jack’s attack.

“I know what I did was wrong. The way I treated you, the fact that I never reached out, and—” she added forcefully, cutting me off before I could speak, “—asking about Alex instead of you at the store. I didn’t know any better. I have been trying to show you that I’ve changed. I’ve been around you and Alex when you hold hands, kiss, and cuddle and I’ve never said a word against it. I’ve cut off any of my friends who make homophobic remarks and I’ve switched churches. I have asked God to forgive me for the way I’ve treated you and He has, but it’s your forgiveness I really need. And…I need your help.”

We sit in silence for another couple of minutes while I digest this. It’s true that she’s been trying to make things right. Maybe I should be trying too.

“Fine,” I say.

“So you’ll forgive me?” she asks, her face brightening.

“I’ll…work on it,” I tell her, “but you can come stay with us.”

She smiles and reaches out, grabbing my hand. Hers is really warm.

“Thank you, Zack. Would you mind helping me with my stuff after lunch?”

I nod, not trusting myself to open my mouth. If I do, I might take back my word.

Several hours later, I find myself unloading a bunch of my mom’s clothes out of my car and help her carry her stuff into my house. She’s been using a storage unit for her stuff since she had to move out of Jack’s house, but we were able to get everything she’d need while she stays with us. When we get everything into her room, she hugs me.

“I love you, Zack,” she says, her arms wrapped around my neck.

“I love you, too,” I force myself to say. I’m going to try to make things better. She breaks away from me and grabs my face in her hands, tears in her eyes.

I wake up before Alex the next morning and before our alarm goes off. I had trouble sleeping, knowing my mother was in the other room, even though I couldn’t hear her. So far, she’s been the perfect guest. She’s kept to her room, not made a lot of noise, cleaned up after herself, and even made us dinner.

I roll over and look at Alex. He’s lying on his side, facing me, his mouth is open slightly and small dribble of drool slides down his cheek. I reach out and, using a corner of the pillowcase, wipe his face clean. He jerks awake, startled, but relaxes when he sees it’s me.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, but in a somehow sexy way.

“You were drooling.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, using that same voice. He wraps his arms around me and closes the distance between us, his lips meeting mine. His morning breath is gross, but mine can’t be much better.

“You were pretty startled,” I say when we break apart.

“I had a dream I was in the Hunger Games.”

“The movie or the competition?”

“The competition. Cato and I were sword fighting.”

“With actual swords or with—”

But my words are cut off when he kisses me again and his body presses into mine. I feel his morning wood press into me. He’s been so mad at me, he hasn’t touched me this way in days and my cock inflates at the speed of sound. Alex pushes the covers off us, exposing our naked bodies. Well, he’s naked. I’m wearing underwear. Sleeping naked in the same house as my mother seemed odd somehow.

Alex kisses his way down my body and without hesitation, sucks my cock into his throat. I gasp and grip his hair as he bobs up and down on my meat.

“I’ve missed this cock so much,” he says when he pulls off it. He kisses me again and I can taste my precum on his tongue. He lays beside me and sucks my cock back into his mouth, so I lean over and we sixty-nine, sucking each other in the small amount of early morning light creeping in through the slightly parted curtain.

Alex pulls out and lays flat. By pulling on my waist, he silently tells me to climb on top of him, so I do. He starts eating my ass as I suck his cock, pulling it in and out of my throat. As his tongue explores my hole, I gasp, the air escaping through my nose as my mouth is currently busy.

I glance at the clock. It’s ten minutes to seven o’clock, which means this will need to be a quicky. I reach into the bedside table and slather the lube inside on Alex’s cock. He directs me to bend over, my face on the bed, my ass in the air. He slides in and fireworks explode inside me as his meat settles in my asshole.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he starts to fuck me, quick but silent. I stroke my dick with my still lubed hand as he works my hole.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my head into the mattress for a few thrusts before pulling me back so my back lays against his chest. He takes over jerking me off, the lube on it helping a great deal. His other hand finds my throat. He doesn’t grip it. After what Jack did to me, there’s no way I would want it.

His fingers brush lightly over the skin, conveying safety and love as he makes love to me. I turn my head to him and he kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing as he thrusts in and out of me. I take over now, pulling him out of me and pushing him down on the bed.

I take up the position I know so well, with my hands behind me, feet firmly planted on the bed. Alex lines his cock up as I slide down onto it, taking it into me. I thrust up into the air and back down, Alex’s cock sliding through my hole in blissful ecstasy, his lubed hand on my cock. I stare into his eyes as I ride him, trying not to let our skin slap together. We’re both panting and moaning and I force a gasp from him when I clench my asshole on my next time up his meat. I can feel his head, sliding over my prostate and it’s all I can do not to moan his name out loud.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, “ride that fucking dick, little brother.” He hasn’t called me that in a long time and something about it is so hot. I keep bucking on top of him, even as my orgasm mounts. As I cum, I clench even harder and thrust faster and faster. Alex doesn’t let go of my cock, even through the sensitive aftermath of my orgasm, but I’ve learned to love the sensation.

“I’m cumming,” he says. A moment later, I feel his warm seed fill my hole and once I’m sure his cock has been milked completely, climb off him and lay beside him on the bed.

Several things happen simultaneously at that moment. The alarm goes off, a knock sounds at the door, and I scramble to cover up as though I’ve just been caught doing something wrong.

“She’s not going to open the door,” Alex says. Not that she could. I made sure to lock it last night.

“Boys, are  you up?”

“Yeah, we just woke up,” Alex says, silencing the alarm.

“I’m going to make us some breakfast and then I thought we could watch some TV together. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great, Mom!” Alex says.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you, too,” Alex and I chant in unison.

Everything about this feels weird. Alex calling her Mom, her waking us up for breakfast, me saying I love you to her. It’s like I’m sixteen again and she’s woken us up after a morning jerk session.

“You’ll get used to it,” Alex says, correctly interpreting the look on my face.

Breakfast goes normally enough. My mother makes scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. We sip coffee while watching some Spanish hospital drama my mother is apparently addicted to. She makes comments about who all the characters are while we watch.

Within the next year, my relationship with my mother got better and better. I’m able to eventually truly forgive her for the way she treated me and Alex. She was able to find a good job working in an office and seems to really like it there. She had to cut a lot of people out of her life because they didn’t understand two men being together. She moved out two months ago, so Alex and I have our place to ourselves again.

Alex has visited his father in prison a couple of times, although he still resents him. I understand him wanting to see Jack, though. He’s Alex’s only living parent, if you don’t count my mother. Jack hasn’t mentioned “the whole gay thing” to use his words since Alex’s first visit, but Alex says he isn’t overly homophobic, so that’s good.

Alex and I are still going strong. He actually proposed to me a week after my twenty-first birthday, and we’re getting married in the fall. My mother is insistent on helping plan the wedding to an almost annoying degree. Julian declared himself my best man before I could ask him, although I’m fine with it. My father is coming and promises to try to be nice to my mother. I know it’s an empty promise, but I’m glad he’ll be there.

When I look back at where Alex and I began, I’m surprised we’ve ended up here. But I’m also happier than I could have ever been. My relationship with my mother is better, I’m doing well at my job, Alex is close to graduating college, and I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I love more than anything in the world.

The end

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Author’s Note: I had originally planned on 10 chapters, but with the readership dying off, I thought I’d wrap things up here. Thank you to everyone who read this story and liked it and to everyone who commented and voted. This has so far been my most successful story on GayDemon. Don’t worry, I’m not stopping! If you enjoy my writing, keep an eye out for my next story: A Prince’s Pride.

-Ottie

I met Mr. Dungeon the first week I moved to a new flat. I named him that because I simply do not recall his real name; also, the nickname fits him like a glove. As I was walking home from work, I ran into this handsome tall guy who greeted me with an honest smile. He was in his early sixties, or so I supposed, but still handsome as I said. I’m not sure how tall he was, but his boots screamed size fifteen or plus; his bald head and blue eyes granted him a much younger look, on top of those leather clothes that gave away a kinky personality. 

We talked for a while and this is the info I’ve got from our chat: he did not mention his age; he had been married with the same guy for over thirty years and they were happy due to their open relationship. He lived three blocks from me and was leaving town in a couple of months. 

He also said it would be his pleasure (emphasis on “pleasure”) to know me better and, if I was interested in making it happen, he had rented house in the south of the city where he held weekly parties for men into bondage and fetishes. The cover was twenty bucks and we could BYOB. He gave me the address, and we departed. For the next few days I was thrilled by two things: the perspective of “getting to know” Mr. Dungeon better and the fact that, less than a week in the city, I had already found an underground gay place where my fetish desires could be fulfilled. 

So, on that Wednesday evening, I grabbed my six pack and headed to the subway. The “pleasure house” was about six  stations over, located in a discreet residential neighborhood. Who could tell! After ringing the bell, the door opened and I was passionately kissed in the mouth by Mr. Dungeon, who just whispered “Welcome hottie”. I must confess I was kind of nervous at first, since I did know what to expect; however, that unexpected welcome kiss calmed me down and I followed MD for a tour of the four stories house. The first floor was the welcoming area, little furniture, lots of free space, the kitchen where one could store the drinks, a bathroom. 

The second floor had three spaces, each of them “decorated” in the fashion of specific themes: one had a tub for those into pissing (not sure how he was able to pull that off since that space was clearly a bedroom originally); in the second room, there was a twin bed with straps for tying guys up (so many possibilities); the third room had a rack, a chair to restrain people and a sling. The top floor was “the roof”, a place to socialize and the smoking area. The basement was filled with more BDSM apparatus, including two more slings and another tub; that was where I worshipped the amazing feet of a hot guy while he was being fisted (totally not my scene but hot anyway). With so many floors to oversee, it was hard to have an one-on-one time with MD that night though, from time to time, he would seek me to make out, grab my dick and make me feel his dick through his jeans,  before opening his flyer and release a monster cock that totally agreed with his size fifteen feet. 

Guys, I had one of the best experiences in my life that day. Since I was the only guy there into feet, most patrons were ok with having their feet played with in all spaces, five hours of pure bliss. Apart from the guy being fisted (it took me some convincing to remove his boots and work on his feet), the other guys were extremely easygoing. A ginger asked me if we could move to the second floor, where I could tie him up and “have my way” with his bare feet and naked body. Have you guys ever had sex with a redhead? I believe it is true that those beings are hornier than the rest of us mortals. We went to the room and he asked me to shut the door behind us; he wanted to enjoy our time together with no interruptions. 

Then, he asked me to remove all his clothes, but his sneakers and socks (I could enjoy them once he was totally helpless). That fucker knew exactly what buttons to push when it comes to mind control a foot fetishist such myself, and I went with the flow. He spread his arms up, as an indication to remove his shirt; before doing it, I buried my nose on his pits while squeezing his nipples through the shirt’s fabric; he gave out a low cry and I grabbed his crotch as a sign of control. This guy had regular looks, nothing special about him besides being a ginger. And that was enough to make me a horny beast: I simply love them, the reds. He did not have a flat stomach; however, something about his erect nipples and navel made my cock hard instantly, and I licked and sucked on them till they were totally covered with my saliva. I threw him in bed and started poking his bulge, unbuttoning his pants and follow his request. It was difficult to remove the pants without doing the same with the sneakers first, but somehow I managed to comply. 

Once fully naked, I smelled his crotch, licked his inner thighs, and hold his hard pale cock in my hands for a while, savoring his perfect balls just for the sake of it. I reached for the straps under the bed, and effortlessly restrained his arms and feet; now he was all mine for the taking. I did not touch his feet right then; instead, I went back to his upper body and gave him a tongue bath from head to ankles; again, I licked and sucked on his armpits and nipples, licked his freckled neck, kissed that catching for air mouth of his, and took my time exploring his red pubs and almost transparent cock. 

This time, I played with his bull balls for a while, what caused him to utter grunting sounds of pleasure and pleads. What a turn on! Toying with this ginger was driving me over the edge by the minute; I was sure he would make me cum without even touching my dick, something that never happens. But we have to take full advantage of the opportunities life presents, and that was for sure a one of a kind. Licking his toned legs was a treat by itself; even his knees were sexy and I spent some time exploring that area. It was unbelievable to see how hard he was all the time; it made me wonder he knew exactly what he was getting by approaching me on the first place. Now, it was finally time for the big prize: enjoy the horny ginger’s feet! 

So much anticipation! I started unlacing his right foot Nikes, without removing it; patiently, I did the same to the left one. My mouth was watering then I pulled both sneakers off at the same time and the air was instantly filled with worn socks’s scent; impossible not to dig in. However, I had a slight set back when I first removed his right sock: the hunk had flat feet and I’m a high arches kind of guy! Dam it! By staring at his naked feet, I was yet granted with ten perfectly aligned toes that, together with all the perks of his hot body, would totally make my time worthwhile. So, I worked on those feet for a long time, going back and forth from them to his dick, balls, legs, and all the rest. 

Ginger came on my mouth while I tickled his feet, and I do not know exactly what made me shoot a huge load right after that. I released him from the bonds. We cuddled and kissed for a long time, with me poking his whole body in the meantime. We exchanged numbers and left the room, his dick still hard and a huge smile in his regular looking face. We hooked up a couple of times after that day, and I went back to the main room where MD was wondering about my whereabouts. Many other things happened that night but I have to save them for later posts, including the night I finally had MD’s size fifteen feet all over my body.

I saw him the first time at Lowes. He was notable enough to take a second look. About Kent’s height so a few inches over six feet; very dark hair and plenty of it covering his head, tanned hands and arms, protruding from his open collar, and five o’clock shadow; great shape; a handsome, friendly, and inviting face even so he wasn’t smiling as he intently listened to another employee who apparently had a lot to say. I couldn’t tell if the stud was interested, just being polite, or doing his job. He finally noticed me (staring) and immediately turned his attention to me.

“Hey Felix, I need to help this customer,” he said and took a step away from the other employee and toward me. “Can I help you sir?”

Oh man could he ever! But the “sir” thing because I’m twenty-some years his senior helped me tamp-down my raging libido. At least he didn’t call me “daddy.” I really didn’t actually need the help of a Lowes lumber employee; what I was in the store to buy was nowhere near where I stood and I knew it. I like the smell of fresh wood (yup lumber and the male kind) and enjoyed the walk down to that part of the store. I did it every time unless I was running tight on time; I would have made time for this stud.

“I was looking for some wood.” Lame and I wasn’t; I was looking at a stud and imagining his wood and mine … throbbing, slick, pounding into …

Then he smiled and the entire section of the store brightened. “You came to the right place!” he said obviously making fun of me. Then he made a point of glancing at my carry basket instead of a cart or lumber trolley. His smirk said he knew I wasn’t there for lumber; he knew I couldn’t resist a hard stud though. “I’m shopping; probably not ready to buy yet.” Probably that part was true; I don’t play without my husband and Kent was home working.

There was a definite scent to him; a strong masculine soap was pervasive but also his own sweat was there too just not as strong. Yet. I wondered if the balance would shift by the end of his work-day. My dick perked-up thinking about inhaling him then.

“What is it you will use the wood for?” he asked.

I very nearly told him exactly what I would use his wood for. “I was thinking of some shelves maybe.” It was all I could think of.

“Then you’ll be looking for some hardwood.” My dick was definitely attentive and rising to the occasion. “I can show you the hardwood.”  Oh how I wished he would do just that.

I couldn’t stop myself; I looked down obviously at his crotch. I caught myself sizing him up based on the estimable bulge he was sporting. He might not be packing as much as my husband but the studies showed ninety-nine percent of men weren’t; this one could be in the ninety-something percentile though based on the promise of his jeans crotch.

“Would you like me to?” he asked and looked me up and down with a bigger smile.

“Oh yes!” I looked back up and he was grinning. “Yes I would. Like you to show me your hard wood.”

He paused for long enough to hold my eyes and to make my dick throb. “This way.”

He turned and walked toward another aisle and my eyes were caught by the second most perfect set of butt-mounds under his jeans that I’d seen that day; when I was telling my husband about it when I got home and launched my wanting body at him I assured Kent that his ass is still the best. Still my dick throbbed and made a spectacle of me in my shorts and made the point to me in case I missed it that Kent wasn’t there right then and this comely stud was.

When the young buck employee turned after we’d arrived at an aisle lined with bins full of standing planks it was his turn to obviously stare at my crotch. He looked back up at me with a smirk. “Looks like we’re in the right section; hard wood.”

I yanked my carry-along basket in front of me; I only drew more attention by doing it. He chuckled.

“Doesn’t look like you have a thing to be ashamed of their sir,” he said with another smirk and then turned serious. “But why don’t I show you the wood I can help you with?”

He immediately caught himself and blushed; his tanned face was glowing. “I messed that one up a little didn’t I?”

“Only if you consider my disappointment when you don’t COME through.”

He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I can assure you sir that I would would definitely COME.“

He adjusted himself with his right hand and let it linger there as we eyed each other. I enjoyed the knowledge I got from watching him that he was boned-up too. Quite a compliment!

“Why don’t I give you my digits and we’ll hook-up later?” he asked in an even softer and more conspiratorial tone. His brown bedroom eyes seemed to glow like a tractor beam.

I mentally gave myself a shake. “For one reason I’m married.” I held my hand up and showed him the ring as proof.

“Then dude you really need it!” he said.

I immediately clarified. “I can give you assurance that he takes excellent care of my needs. And since we’re on the subject I do my part to keep him happy too.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” he said and removed his hand from his prominent bulge like he’d been caught; he even took a step back.

“You only like straight men?” I asked him. I knew plenty of guys like him who did; young guys.

“Oh, no way dude; you’ve got me all wrong. I’ll suck or bend over for any hot straight married guy who needs guy-on-guy attention; but no way I’ll get between two guys in a relationship … unless of course they both want me to.” That smirk was back again. And that bulge hadn’t gone down.

We stood there more than a moment.

“Or I could just show you the wood. Wait I meant … “ The smirk evolved into a full-blown evil grin and he adjusted himself again.

“Look,” I told him. “I really did have a thought about building shelves. And not for nothing but I’m seriously flattered. But maybe I should get on my way for today.”

“Of course, sir,” he said in a more impersonal tone. “But if you decide you want that wood you know where to find me. I’m Nicky,” he told me and put out his hand. A glance told me his name-tag said, “Nick.” The familiarity he showed me gave my balls another buzz of excitement.

I shook his big warm hand and his grip was strong. I let my thought wander to that hand on me warm and touching … “Al,” I told him as my mind wandered.

“Nice to meet you Al.” His eyes bored into me again.

We held the handshake another long time until we were interrupted by a guy looking around the end of the aisle and then rushing up.

Nicky recovered immediately and straightened. “So if you’ll give me your number sir I’ll follow-up with you when your hard wood can be in.”

It was all I could do to not guffaw; luckily the guy who’d rushed up was not waiting for us to finish before he rudely burst in. “We need help two aisles down!” he insisted behind me.

The interruption and the thought of what the living F could be so urgent in the lumber aisles helped tame the rampant hard-on I was sporting from Nicky’s flirting. I turned and looked to find a Gen Z-er who was obviously agitated. Figures. And then I had to take back my uncharitable thoughts.

“A guy hit himself with a board and is bleeding pretty bad,” the Gen Z-er continued. “We need help!”

Nick reacted at once and started moving, making his apology to me. I stood and just told him, “Go!”

My last view of him was that beautiful set of bouncing mounds as he powered away with athletic grace. Which gave me another jolt of excitement when I thought about burying my tongue between those butt-cheeks and tasting him, feeling his butt-hair tickle my nose and tongue. I had to rush getting home to my very appealing husband.

—— about an hour later ——

Kent panted as he kissed me; now more tenderly than earlier when I’d arrived home and had gone straight to him to maul at him and grind my hard dick against him until he tore himself away from his work and took me. The first round was rough and demanding; it was exactly what I needed. In truth the pain of his ram-rodding me with his huge dick and just spit and sweat for lube served as a pay-back in my mind for my flirting with “the hardwood guy” as we referred to him later.

After Kent had fucked one load out of me and one load into me he’d flopped onto the leather sofa he’d thrown me over in his office in our house and asked me what had gotten me all riled-up. My usual answer was that it was just him; it was really the thought of having a younger stud for a husband who knew just how to get me off. I’d taken the opportunity to settle down on the sofa with him between his sprawled legs after that first round and lay against him for warmth in the air conditioning while I told him of my “hardwood adventure.”

Kent’s arms were wrapped around me as our bodies sweated skin to skin with my back to his ripped chest and abs and his back no doubt sweated on the leather; he rubbed my exposed front with his hands against the ambient chill. As I told the story with great details about the young stud’s attributes and attentions Kent’s fingers rubbed and pinched my nipples and teased my again-hard cock and recharging balls.

It wasn’t a long story but long enough to give him time to really work me up for a second round; his throbbing “hard wood” against my back left no doubt that he was cocked and loaded himself.

That time we went to our bedroom. Quickly; we didn’t even bother to dress as we crossed the front of our glass-fronted house and didn’t care what neighbors passed. 

We started out like we might take this one slow and easy but two horny men more often than not can’t hold back. We didn’t; unless you count him soothing my my sore hole by eating it until I executed and scored a takedown in the form of a reversal that threw him down. I impaled myself on his massive pole and rode until he returned the favor and manhandled me onto my back, devoured my mouth as he invaded me again, and pile-drove me until I blew another wad all over myself.

Kent was proud of that; so was I. At my age I may be the beneficiary of Kent’s assessment that I’m a “hot daddy” but physiology (and heart meds) being what they are often make one my limit. My husband’s macho self-satisfaction drove him to drive me doggy-style that time until he howled and I felt his even harder and even thicker cock unload in me a second time that afternoon.

Thus he fell off me with that obscenely big meat of his swinging about; he was sweating onto the bed-covers and pulled me down on top of his heaving torso and kissed me. It was long and sensual and a counter-point to both of the animalistic couplings we’d just shared.

“So what’s your plan to get his number since you didn’t today?” he asked me and jolted my thoughts away from how I ended-up being the luckiest man on earth to have a younger stud like him be my husband.

“This was my plan.” Clarifying I kissed him and ground my slimy torso and groin into his hard-muscled bod. “Why go to the work of hunting hamburger when I have porterhouse right here?”

Kent’s handsome face grinned with the look he gives me sometimes when he wants to call me on blarney but knows it’s really the truth. “Maybe to share the hamburger with the steak?” He gave me a look that said he knew that didn’t quite work and we laughed. But I knew what he meant and it was an opening as he often gave.

When we’re talking softly and laughing after the grunts, howls, moans, oaths, pleas, and cries of release is the cue to our faithful companion Sasha to return for his share of attention. And on that cue he bounded in and made his demands known by planting his two front legs up on the bed and presenting himself. 

That was the last we spoke directly of Nicky for some time except as a private joke by reference to “going to visit Nicky?”or something like it if I was headed out on an errand; or the occasional reference to “hard wood” in conversation.

—— about a month later ——

We were having iced coffees (decaf for both of us) in the outdoor Starbucks on the beach during the intermission of a bike ride this past Thursday. We were enjoying it having cooled-down some; which for where we live means going from mid-nineties and high stifling humidity down to high eighties and quixotic humidity. That day was on the lower side for humidity and was a balmy eighty-seven as we took our breather and enjoyed the sound of the surf, the shade, and the shirtless beach traffic.

“Al?” a not-immediately familiar voice called. I turned my head to see a dark-furred beauty with an exposed sculpted torso and then worked my eyes up to a familiar face. He was dripping in sweat and bouncing on his feet; obviously not quite finished with a run.

I awkwardly stood up abruptly; I almost upset the table. Kent now tells it as it being the hard-on I sprung instantly at the sight of “Mister Hardwood” nearly capsizing the cafe table.

“Nicky!” I greeted him and shook his hand. It was every bit as strong and warm and sexually charged with his speckled light brown eyes piercing mine as it was the first time. And I was right about the appeal of his scent when he was sweat-soaked. 

It MAY have been a long hand-hold when we shook; but no way was it “infinite minutes of gazing longingly into each other’s eyes” as Kent tells it now. He was gracious enough to admit that he enjoyed that first sight of Nicky and appreciated the SLIGHTLY longer than necessary stall during the hand-shake.

Nicky turned to Kent. “Ah now it all becomes clear. You must be Al’s husband. How could I compete for Al’s hard wood when he has all the stud a man could need right here?” It wasn’t blarney; Kent IS all that and a bag of chips. “I’m Nick,” the Lowes stud said in a deeper voice and I caught the clip of his name as he intro’d himself to a closer generational peer and was in an Alpha-to-Alpha mode.

Kent stood with the grace of an acrobat, made it clear he was taller, and took Nick(y)’s out-stretched hand. “Kent. The husband. I feel like I already know you Nicky,” he said and emphasized the ee he re-added to Nicky’s name.

The smell and sight of Nicky shirtless and in well-fitted board-shorts was already enough to stoke my sac; but two young Alphas sizing each other up had my dick hardening embarrassingly in my bike shorts. “Maybe you should sit down Al,” Nicky said looking at my tented crotch with no small amount of cheek. In for a penny he went on and turned back to Kent. “You’re a lucky man to have one who’s in a ready state so often and so easily.”

Kent laughed. “Why do you think I married this stud?”

Not to be left out I adjusted myself and piped in and snarkily said to Nicky. “Maybe you just want me to sit down so you have something to sit on.” My hand lingered on my hard-on.

“Get a room boys!” came from a grizzled beach guy a table over. We all laughed.

“Sit with us?” Kent offered.

“To be honest unless that’s an offer that’s going to end-up with us three bare-butt nekkid, I don’t have time now as much as I’d like you two to use me until there’s nothing left of me to use. But I have to be at work at three today.”

Kent snapped back. “And if we were going to have your END up and bare-butt naked? Certainly you don’t expect we would be be that quick with you that you’d make it to work on-time?”

Nicky blushed even more than he’d done in the store; now it was descending past his collar bone under his pelt and heavily-tanned skin making it glow. Kent turned to me. “You described perfectly how hot he is when he blushes .”

“Guys I’m right here!” Nicky protested.

“But not for long,” my husband reminded the hot young stud whose board-shorts were tenting. He didn’t seem to mind it being obvious at all.

“Yeah I really have to get back to my condo or I won’t have time to shower before time to get to work.”

“Hmmmm. Too bad. I’m sure you’d earn far more tips if you didn’t shower based on what my husband told me about your scent and is now confirmed.” Nicky self-consciously raised his right arm, turned his head, sniffed, and flinched. Kent continued. “I know you CAME close to getting a big one from him that day.”

This time the blush was back and there was a smoldering quality to Nicky’s look. But he recovered and grinned. “If only I was allowed to TAKE tips at work!” he quipped back.

By that time I was puddling pre in my own bike-shorts. Watching my husband do anything is always stimulating much less seeing him flirt with another hot guy. Watching this sexy young buck in my hubby’s cross-hairs had me all revved-up.

“I might not make it home,” I told Kent; he knew exactly what I meant.

“There’s a restroom inside,” Nicky offered helpfully and totally missed my intent. “But I really have to get going. Let me give you my number this time.”

“No need,” Kent said decisively. Nicky’s smile fell-off immediately at the rebuke and Kent threw him a bone (but not the one he wanted!). “We know where to find you. And we will.”

Kent’s promise wasn’t hollow; wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. But it also made me even hotter if that could even be possible with my nuts on full boil by then. I might blow my wad in my shorts any second.

“Okay then,” Nicky said reluctantly and took a step away. “I hope you do. Nice meeting you Kent. And nice seeing you Al.” He threw an obvious glance down to the outline of my boner obscenely displayed in my skin-tight bike shorts before he took off jogging up the beach-walk.

“About that restroom,” Kent said to me.

I shuddered with anticipation. “God I need you in me.”

“Fuck that!” Kent dismissed me; apparently he was full Alpha still. “I’ll let you blow me though.” He walked off without waiting for my reaction; he knew I’d follow.

“Yes sir!” I said redundantly under my breath and stumbled over a chair and bumped into the metal cafe table getting after him.

Kent and I went into the Starbucks restroom together without bothering to hide it. I was on my knees and pawing at his shorts to free his sweaty dick and sac in a split second. Kent laughed and taunted me. “Too impatient to lock the restroom door?”

He knew I was; the fucker! I had one hand gripping his cock as I licked the slick off his tip and let my head spin from the rich musk of his foreskin. My other hand was on my own throbbing hard-on which I had out and was stroking already spreading my own pre.

Kent reached over me and threw the lock. “Make it quick,” Kent ordered. And then he nonchalantly added, “Coffee makes guys piss. I don’t want to make whoever’s waiting uncomfortable just because my cock-slut of a husband has to have my cock.” Yup; full alpha.

His Alpha taunting had the desired effect. I went at him with every trick I’ve learned in my half century of life. Wait I mean for the thirty or so of those years that I’ve been an adult; I don’t want to give anyone who reads this the wrong impression. Ha ha.

First I gently but insistently stroked his long thick bull-cock nearer the base while I swirled my tongue around his head inside his foreskin. He tasted just like a man should; earthy, musky, sweaty, and with a remnant of the strong Duke Cannon soap I’d bought us after that first day with Nicky. I recognized Nicky’s scent that day when I got to the register and smelled it on the impulse buy shelf; a display of Duke Cannon soaps and other men’s grooming products. I hurriedly found the big bar that matched Nicky’s scent and threw it in with my intended purchases. Kent had liked it when I presented it to him after he’d finished fucking me. 

Kent moaned his response and clutched my head unnecessarily; no way I was leaving his juicy rod. I had making him lose control in my mind. 

I sucked slow and fast, deep to his musky pubes then only a few inches, licked his head like an ice cream cone, and stroked him and swirled my tongue while I sucked him; all the ways that take him up that ladder. I throated his big monster again as I learned to love to do. As he got closer he began fucking my face and grunting; I was moaning around my over-filled mouthful of him. I had my hand gripping his balls and tightly pulling them like I know stokes him and with a long hiss and suppressed moan my husband began shuddering and then blasting hard with his groin grinding my nose and slamming into me hard enough to hurt.

That triggered my own release and I was shooting off with long jets that sprayed out between Kent’s widely-planted feet. I moaned like a bitch in heat around his still-throbbing cock and kept swallowing to get all his ample output.

Kent roughly pulled me up and I knew my cock was still dripping and oozing my seed and probably sliming his and my shorts. He kissed me even more roughly than he’d yanked me to my feet; my head was already spinning and his kiss made me grab him tighter to keep from falling. Then he pushed me off him and turned to the mirror. “God I taste strong. No wonder you are such a slut for my jizz!” Then he looked down. “Clean this up. I didn’t give you permission to cum; just to service me. You’ll pay for that when we get home.”

I did pay for it handsomely; but with pleasure.

—— note ——

In case you wonder this is a one-off story; we haven’t contacted Nicky the Lowes slut.

At least not yet.

Spring was in his room, playing on his phone when he heard his Big Brother Fox comming back home. His brother would usually come back from either work, or from partying, this time, was from a big party. Spring nervously creaked his door slitly open to see if his brother would come up the stairs to his room. As he waited, he heard his brothers footsteps on the stairs. Spring quickly but quietly went back to his bed and pretended to be asleep. He then suddenly heard his door creak open. However, he didn’t hear his brother come in, so he thought he was justing checking if he was asleep.

Boy was he wrong, as he turned to face the door, his big brother appeared infront of him. Spring yelped in fright “W-what are you doing Fox?” Spring asked. Fox didn’t replay, he just looked down at Spring with a somewhat grumpy and lustful glare. Spring got nervous as he smelled the beer and alcohol from his brother. “Y-you should go to sleep fox, y-you won’t be able to get up tomorrow..” Fox suddenly grabs Spring by the collar of his shirt, surprising Spring. “You look *hic* so cute when your *hic* scared….” Spring whimpered as he tried to escape from his brothers grasp, but his older brother was strong since he went to the gym every weekend.

Fox then suddenly started to sniff and lick Spring’s neck and chest, making Spring whimper and squirm, trying to stop him from doing it more. “H-HEY! S-stop Fox!” Cried Spring desperately, but Fox didn’t care, he kept on licking and giving Spring’s neck kisses as Spring whimpered and tried not to moan. Fox then pushed Spring onto the bed and ripping his night shirt off, revealing Springs smooth fur under it. Spring whimpered more as his big brothers hand rubbed against his sensitive back fur, starting to make his hard. Fox stopped licking his Lil brothers neck to starting to nibble and lick his ear, making Spring whine as he felt his brother’s other hand rubbing his butt. Spring never knew his brother loved him this way, he always thought fox only liked girls, but this seems that he was really into his Lil brother. 

Spring then suddenly yelped, as he felt Fox’s hand go into his shorts and grabbing onto his bare ass, squeezing it, finally making spring moan as Fox was starting to stop nibbling on his ear. Fox then stopped squeezing, which made Spring think he was done, but he was wrong again. Fox grabbed Spring’s shorts and forcefully ripped them into two,  revealing Spring’s bare unused ass to him. “Your *hic* ass looks so *hic* delicious~” Fox said lustfuly. Spring squirmed as Fox starts to squeeze his bare ass again, making him whine. Spring then heard his brother unzip his pants, getting himself ready to fuck. Spring panicked and tried to get up and run, but he was quickly caught by Fox, which pissed big big bro off. “Your such a *hic* bad boy, I’m gonna *hic* have to teach u *hic* a lesson.” 

Fox carried Spring to his room, with Spring desperately pleding and beging him to let him go, but Fox didn’t pay any attention to him. As they entered Fox’s big room, Fox threw Spring onto his bed before pinning him down on his back and forcefully spread his legs. Spring cried out in pain as Fox started spanking him butt, leaving a painful sting after every spank. Fox Spanked him until he saw a big red paw mark on his Lil brothers ass. Spring whimpered and cried, feeling the painful sting as Fox pushed his two fingers into his mouth, making him lick and suck on them as his brother was onto of him, still with unzipped pants.

Fox then decided In his drunken state, he tied Spring’s arms behind him and kept his legs up. Spring started to beg for mercy again but to no avail, as Fox started to rub his wet fingers on Spring’s hole. “N-NO! D-Don’t touch me there!…” Spring pleded, but his big bro had other ideas in his drunk state. “Such a *hic* tight hole~ Wonder how *hic* tight it is~” Spring suddenly yelped as he felt his big bro’s thick finger enter his tight virgin hole. “S-Stop Fox Please!! I-It hurts, p-pull it out!…” Spring begged. 

The year was 2016 – the good times, before plaque, war and Joe Rogan threatened the very existence of mankind. I, Scott (18M) was in my first year at The Ohio State University. Having grown up in a small town, surrounded by small minds, OSU represented a chance to experiment and explore.

In High School i had to suppress my feelings and urges. My interest in boys had started around age 12, and grown every year. But small town Ohio was no place to express such feelings out loud. So instead I immersed myself in my school work, and football. At 6’4”, and with good genetics, i had grown into a very good wide receiver, and a pretty good safety. That, plus a 3.9 GPA, lead to several scholarships being offered up. I decided to matriculate at The Ohio State, and see if i could turn my skills into a profession. (Spoiler – i could not…oh well).

August of freshman year was filled with practice, video sessions, showering with a team full of young, cut, sexy naked boys, and mad wank sessions afterwards. I was tired, sore, horny beyond belief. I needed to find a better outlet for my frustrations.

As classes started, i had less time for frustration. An engineering major, my classes and studying took up every free moment not spent at the practice facility. As we headed into October I had managed just a couple of drunken one nighters, with girls in my dorm. While i don’t mind sex with girls, it was a bit like spending a full day in a butchers shop, looking at prime rib and sirloin, then grabbing a Big Mac and fries.

October started rush season. The fraternities were on the hunt for new recruits, and I wanted in on the action. My dad had been an Alpha Gamma Rho man, as had my Uncle.. They both talked about the crazy parties, and more importantly the life long bro network that helped them throughout their careers.

I went to several frat rush parties – both to compare, and as insurance should the AGR guys not give me an invite. But as a football player / legacy candidate, i had little to worry about. AGR invited me to pledge.

Pledging took the non existent free time i had left over, and then some. I was lucky to get 5 hours sleep a night. Studying, memorizing the playbook, practicing, memorizing the Frat history and code, going to class and doing frat chores was nearly impossible. I was exhausted, but felt like i was fitting in. Only one thing was missing….

Hell week at AGR coincided with fall reading week. No classes, but i had extra football, and frat events every night. I was assigned a big brother – Luke. Luke was a stud – 6’2”, and on the school swim team. Very short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. A great guy, but he took his job as big brother seriously – and was going to make me work for his approval. On Wednesday of hell week he explained that Thursday trough Saturday would be a challenge. He said he could go one of 3 ways – he could give me chores that would be physically killer, he could put me in humiliating situations forcing me to prove myself via embarrassment, or i could spend the 3 days as his sexual slave.

“What?…you want me to have sex with you?” i was floored

Luke started laughing – “that last one was a joke bro – i don’t go that way”. I tried not to let on that i was disappointed. But the weird smirk on his face left me wondering just how much of a joke this was. Did Luke go the other way??? No, nope, no way. Dude was a stud, smashing a different coed every week. Not a chance this adonis was secretly interested……i don’t think. Well a boy could always dream.

With football exhausting every fibre of my body, i chose the humiliation path. Luke was surprised, but seemed pleased. “Oh you will regret that little brother. You are going to beg for pushups before we are done”. gulp.

That afternoon he summoned me for a walk. “Where are we headed?” I asked, somewhat fearfully.

“Oh just going to Hopkins Hall…should be a memorable trip”.

Hopkins Hall? The Art building? What

At Hopkins, Luke escorted me to a windowless studio, where 5 girls and a guy sat behind easels. “Hey guys, this is Scott, he will be your model for the next 90 minutes”.

Huh? Model? Wtf

“Scott, these are some friends of mine, in the arts program. They love to draw naked people, but struggle to find new models. They are so happy you agreed to model for them tonight. Time to strip”.

I doubt Luke could have known about my exhibitionist side, but he just put me right smack in the middle of one of my favourite fantasies. Naked for a crowd of clothed people. Sure i would have preferred more dudes, but this was still going to be hot.. So hot, i was very concerned about keeping my composure. Could i stay flaccid?

I slowly stripped down, nervous, excited, scared and alive all at once. The girls giggled a little, and the other guy — a 5’10”” brown haired twink named Connor – let out a little gasp. WTF? Settle down Connor. The first 5 minutes were a struggle….i was visibly shaking. But i slowly calmed down and started to enjoy myself. The girls were making occasional comments about my various body parts – including my butt, chest and legs – but not my penis thankfully. i wasn’t ready for that. One of the girls remarked on my abs – saying she could eat jam off of them, at which point Connor agreed.The girls laughed, while I blushed pure red. “”Somebody embarrassed” a voice said, I looked over and realized Luke was standing In the corner, staring at me.. had he been watching me the whole time?

90 minutes passed quickly. Luke made me walk up to each easel, still naked, and look at each artists various drawing. Each girl took the opportunity to look me up and down, with zero shame. One girl, Madison, even slapped my bare butt as i complimented her work. She said she hoped she could see me naked again. i was blushing again, and they were all laughing at my expense.

The last artist was Connor. His work was by far the best – this kid could draw. But while the others drew my entire body, he had drawn just the good parts…..a couple of drawings of my ass, and several of my penis. Wow, this kid wasn’t hiding his interests. He looked me right in the eyes and said “you have a great body, i would love to draw you again. Maybe you could sit for a long pose, and let me draw your entire body”. Before i could answer, Luke jumped in “oh Scott would love that – wouldn’t you Scott??”

I mumbled something close to yes. The idea excited me, but scared me too. I needed to cover up now, before my interest in Scott became more obvious. Fortunately i was allowed to get dressed.

“Well Scott, i need to get back to the Frat – you can help Connor Clean up. I will see you tomorrow right after practice…don’t dilly dally”.

Luke and the girls packed up and headed out, while Scott and I reorganized the studio chairs, raised the blinds and put all the props back in the closet. While most of this was done in silence, Scott finally pipped Up “you know drawing isn’’t the only thing i do with naked boys”..

I froze. Did he know? What do i do?? I am mad with sexual frustration, and a hot twink wants to get down – but i can’t let the frat discover my secret. I looked up at Connor, who has staring right at me. One look and I knew i was going for it. I pulled my shirt off in one quick motion, and stepped in for a kiss. His lips met mine, and our tongues danced. This kid could kiss. I pulled his shirt over his head and started to kiss my way down his naturally smooth body. By the time i got to his waist, he was already fumbling with his own belt buckle. His jeans fell to the floor, leaving just a pair of tenting boxer briefs. While I grab the waistband, he kicked his sneakers off. I yanked down his undies, grabbing his socks along the way. His erection was poking my nose. Average in length, but surprisingly girthy given his thin body. I started to kiss and lick the tip, circling it with my tongue as he moaned with pleasure. I slowly took all 6 inches into my throat and sucked with delight. Connor grabbed the back of my head, lightly, and guided it back and forth. Within a few minutes he told me he was about to come. I tried to relax and prepare for his explosion. I swallowed most of it,but some made its way down my chin. Connor wiped up his own juice, with two fingers, and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

Connor pulled me up for a kiss.. “We need to get out of here before the janitors catch us. Next time, I will take care of you”” We kissed deep, before we both dressed and headed out. As we exited the studio, we both took on our ‘straight boy’ personas – letting go of each other’s hand, and drifting a bit apart. He took my number and promised to text later that night.

As i headed back towards the dorm, even hornier than before, i checked my phone. There was a text from Luke. “Hope you had fun with Connor.. But you better not have. Cum….that is for me, later”.

The door was ajar. I was working on the dishes , Dan was doing the floor and Cam was dusting the shelves and the furniture. Dan was more of a twink while Cam and I had lean muscles. We could hear the rush in the doorway, they were here. We had to get ready. I drop whatever I was doing, Dan and Cam also come along. We stood there by the wall whilst the masters came in and sat on the couch talking and laughing amongst themselves about their workday. “I didn’t think it was possible bruh” master Noah chuckled “You got to do what you got to do man” replied master Rahul patting his back Master Arwin entered the scene last. He seemed pretty tired and so he went to the restroom first. None of them saw us , we might as well have been invisible for them. But we had to follow their orders so we waited there for if the masters needed us. We were not named for any of them. We were to be shared amongst them. Master Arwin, tall, dark , Greek God physique seemed to have a thing for twinks , so he almost always used Dan. Dan liked Master Arwin. He quivered whenever he saw master Arwin. He did his best to please master n always seemed to succeed for master Arwin bought him slutty dresses every now and then. Gifts were a way of showing that the masters are pleased by our service. I got a new spiked collar not very long ago by master Noah. Kim No-Ah , was an East Asian trainer before he moved back here to do what he did for we were never to know or enquire about their personal lives. But we sometimes overhear their conversation and get snippets of their lives. Master Noah likes big male tiddies and I , fortunately, happened to have a pair. I work extra hard, in the home gym ,on my chest only to please master Noah. But he didn’t seem to be as into me as Master Arwin was with Dan because he was quick in sending me away after he came which always bothered me. Was I not good? Cam was always kept as footrest even after he came ( Cam & I were more often than not, shared between master Noah and Masterahul whilst Dan was busy pleasuring Master Arwin)

Master Noah snapped his fingers at us. We crawled on our knees and went towards the couch. “Guess the twink can serve me today huh?” Master Rahul said staring at Dan. “Go for it man, Arwin can make do with any of these bitches, although I am in mood for some titty milk” replied master Noah staring at my chest. I blush. He lifts my head and inspects my flustered face. “That makes you happy huh?” he asks. “Yes sir” I say as he runs his fingers around my face and into my mouth. I suck it like it is precious to me, which it is. The thrill of getting master’s approval is beyond explanation. I hear something rip. Dan was now topless , his tank top in shreds. Master Rahul lifted Dan up n ran his hands across his petite, smooth, hairless body. “Imma wreak it” he said looking at Master Noah who chuckled and turned to me. He grabbed my neck and rubbed my face against his crotch. I was loving it. The sweet masculine scent coming off of master Noah had already turned me on. He pushed me back n commanded me to strip. He also commanded Cam to take off his shoes n lick his feet. Cam, took off master Noah’s shoes while I undressed n Master Noah eyed me like a leopard eyes a deer. Master Arwin walks in.”Dude, I wanna take my stress out man, give me the twink bitch” he said seeing Dan already sucking Master Rahul’s balls. Dan loved balls more than he did dicks and master Rahul seemed to be enjoying it too. “Nah, man. Not today, bitch is doing some’n n I’m enjoyin it. Lemme have this ,broda”. “God , for fucks sake” exclaims master Arwin , visibly frustrated. He walks towards the couch grabs me by my hair and drags me across the floor. “Nobody gets their usual ones today then ” he says n makes towards the room. I can see master Noah’s expression changing. Anger? Disappointment? Shock? I don’t know. Before being dragged into the room, I see master Noah slapping Cam n spitting on his face , undoing his pants. I look at this yearningly.

I’m by the bed, Master Arwin walks past me to shut the door. He turns , takes his T shirt off, revealing his massive shoulders. I have been with Master Arwin before but not in private. I wondered what was in store for the day. He jumps on the bed , shutting his eyes, “do my feet” he orders. I undo his shoe laces and take off his shoes and socks and start licking his feet. He thrusts his feet into my mouth , locking my head with his another feet. He looks at me expressionless. “What are you called?” he asks. “Your slut , master” I answer. He slaps my face with his feet and pushes me off. “You think you smart huh?”, he gets off the bed , walks towards me , pinches my nipples and rises me up. I moan, he pushes me up against the wall and goes harder. I squirm between his massive body and the wall. “Why don’t you moan now fag”he spat on my face. “Sorry sir” I apologise. He slaps me , grabs my head and pushes me away. “Don’t get cocky” , he jumps on the bed , “come here”, he orders. I crawl my way to him. “I despise you, get that? You fag”he slaps me and pushes my head to his crotch. He undoes his pants, n thrusts my head to his crotch. He wasn’t hard. Iam a little happy because I love the feeling of a dick getting hard in my mouth, kind of an indication that I’m doing it right. I start by taking his dick and balls inside my mouth and play with my tongue. I go underneath his balls and suck his entire scrotum jumbling them in my mouth , feeling his semi hard dick against my forehead. Then , I slowly start stroking his dick with my hand only to get slapped. “No hands”, master yells. I take his dick in my mouth and start sucking it. I could feel it filling my mouth and so I open my throat up. I go back n forth on it with my throat. Master moans. Once in a while, I start sucking in his balls as well. His dick was huge and thick that I couldn’t get enough. I was already hard when he thrusted my head to his crotch. As I was licking his tip, tasting his sweet precum , he holds my head and starts fucking my head hard. I couldn’t catch my breath n my eyes start watering yet he doesn’t relent. He swung his head back and was thrusting his pelvis hard into my face , I’m sure my head looked like it would explode. I gag , he slows down n let’s me catch my breath. “Whore”he spat and let my head go, his rock hard cock came out of my throat. “Please let me swallow your load sir, please let me have it master” I wanted to beg but before I could pull myself together to ask for it, Cam’s shriek split the air. “What the fuck man” master Arwin gets up and walks to the hall. I follow. Master Noah had his wrist in Cam’s Ass. “Don’t kill it bruh, take it slow” master Rahul was saying as Dan was blowing him. “Jesus fucking Christ dude, I ain’t sharing it’s medical cost”, master Arwin said. “Aaah wtf”master Noah sighed kicking Cam away. Cam fell on his front , gasping and panting. They ordered him to go sit aside as his ass recovers. Master Noah eyes me on the floor. “Hell, naah” master Arwin interjects and stands in front of me. I can see his hard dick and balls from down below. I could also see master Noah’s hard dick from across. Moments ago, all I wanted to do was be master Arwin’s cum dump. But now, I want master Noah. But I dared not to talk for I didn’t look forward to being punished for it. Not that I didn’t like master Arwin either, it’s just that I was fond of master Noah. Loud moanings filled the air , diffusing the tension between the alphas. Master Rahul was holding Dan’s head which seemed like it would explode any moment , but ironically, it was Master rahul who seemed to have exploded. In him. In his throat. He laid back putting his leg on Dan , who bent so lowly on the floor like a dog resting.

“We have this one free now”master Noah winks at master Arwin. Master Arwin walked to Dan picked him up from the floor , flung him over his shoulders like he didn’t weigh anything and walked to his room slamming the door shut behind him. Master Rahul jerked awake when his feet hit the ground. He shrugged looking at Noah, then went to the bathroom. I heard the shower turned on. Adding to the shower sound at regular intervals was the slamming of buttcheeks. Master Arwin must be balls deep in Dan.

Master Noah looks at me on the floor, and starts unbuttoning his shirt eyes fixated on me. His refined muscles and his caramel brown nipples had my dick throbbing against my underwear. I must have looked like a dog eyinga bone for I could sense a hint of smile on his face as if to tease me. He stopped when there were 2 buttons left. “Wanna do it?” he asked. I sensed my body crawl and move between his legs and my hands unbuttoning him. It was almost involuntary. My breath was heavy. He locked me between his legs and pushed his hands down my chest. “Umm..sore” he whispered looking at my nipples, “I don’t care though”, he said and lifted me onto his thighs n started biting my nipples. I put my one hand around his shoulders and held onto his thighs with the other .He bit me, licked me, grazed me and I bit my lips trying to contain my moan , thinking ,why me?. He was rough as fuck with Cam, so much so that, CAM couldn’t take it anymore. Cam , is known for his tolerance amongst the three of us, a bigger slut. But why is he being nice to me? Almost romantic? And why do I crave him the most?. Am I falling for him? Is he falling for me? Are we going to be the next Arwin-Dan?or is this going to be more?All this while the shower continues to run and the ass slamming didn’t seem to have stopped.

To be continued..