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‘Open to me. Open to daddy.’

And I spread my legs for him.

Before that, he had pushed me back gently onto the thick carpet on the moss covering the little sun-spackled glen. He had me kneel before him and take his beautiful, huge cock into my mouth, where I worked it up to over ten inches of hardness to the sounds of the birds twittering in the trees and the jogger emitting little sighs and moans of pleasure.

It had been that big, beautiful cock that had melted my defenses and inhibitions and that opened me to him. I had been jogging the wooded river trail three days a week for several months, drawn there by the need to release tensions from my graduate school studies, by its beauty and isolation, and by ever seeking to lose that last pound and bring pure definition to that last muscle. I was usually all alone out on the trail in the early afternoon. But in the previous week my schedule had coincided with that of another jogger, someone who also attended the same gym I did. We had never spoken to each other, but he had always had a ready smile for me, and I always took pleasure in seeing him work out. His body was the one that I sought. He was nearly two decades older than I was, probably pushing forty, and was graying at the temples already. But he was handsome and had a body to die for.

I have no idea how we wound up on the same jogging trail at the same time, but suddenly one day, there he was. We’d pass each other going and coming from the two ends of the trail, and he’d give me that wondrous smile, which I would return with a smile of my own and a wave of my hand.

Then on the fourth day that our runs overlapped, he made his move. At the half-way mark in the three-mile jogging course, a sturdy wooden picnic bench was positioned right beside the trail where joggers could take a rest. As I ran the trail the first time, he was sprawled out on the picnic table, cooling down from his run. He’d taken off his T, and his perfectly cut torso muscles glistened in the sun. We exchanged our customary smiles. When I jogged back on the return stretch, he was still sprawled on the top of the table, his feet up on the bench toward the trail, but now he was fully naked. I stopped dead in my tracks, as surely he intended me to, and his eyes willed mine to go to his pelvis, which I couldn’t have avoided doing even if I’d really wanted to. There, dangling between his legs, was a magnificent long, thick cock, half hard and uncut. I gasped, and he smiled and pointed his hands at his manhood, making me an offer. But I was too shocked to respond. I just smiled weakly at him, resumed my jog, and quickly got in my car and drove off when I’d reached the parking lot.

If I wasn’t tempted, I should have changed my jogging trail or at least have changed my running schedule. But I didn’t. The next day of my normal routine, I was back on the jogging trail, doing my regular run. It was my routine to stop at the picnic table in the middle of my return run and to use the table to do some stretches.

I was doing a leg stretch with my right heel on the rim of the picnic table, when the jogger came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands went up under my T-shirt and latched onto one of my nipples, while the other covered my basket, tracing my engorging cock through the fabric of my running shorts. His pelvis was pushed into my butt and I could feel the power and urgency of his manhood. His lips went to the side of my neck.

I should have said something, made some countermove, pushed him away and run off. But I did none of these things. I just threw my head back and enjoyed what this rock-solid, experienced older man was doing to my body, arousing my senses, making me very, very horny in a very, very short time. These were all new sensations to me; I’d never done this before.

I turned my face toward his, and we went into a long, wet kiss. I could feel the tension draining out of my body, and so could he. He could sense me becoming compliant to his wishes and needs. The hand at my basket withdrew, and he must have pulled his shorts down in front, because I suddenly could feel his ram rod coming up between my thighs, and began dry humping me between my butt cheeks. The hand came back, but this time, it went beneath my waistband and encircled my cock, bringing me to life there.

We disengaged from the kiss, and I found my voice at last. ‘No, we shouldn’t. Someone could come along and find us. And I’ve never . . . with one that big,’ I croaked.

The jogger’s response was to virtually frog march me back behind the table, through a wooded area, and to a small glen carpeted with moss. He gently pushed me down on my knees in front of him, stepped out of his shorts, and rubbed his cock against my closed lips. His foreskin was pulled slightly back from his huge cock helmet, and I could see a small dab of precum on his piss slit.

I opened my lips slightly to him, and he opened them wider by pushing the helmet of his cock into my mouth. I used the inside edge of my lips to push his foreskin back behind the rim of his helmet, and he grunted for me in pleasure, putting his hands on my head and helping me to work his dick into my mouth. I let my cheeks glide down the sides of his cock, taking him a bit farther into me with each slow stroke. It was very awkward at first and I did a lot of gagging, but I soon got some sense of the technique and rhythm. His cock well encased, I cupped his well-rounded butt cheeks in my hands, and we became an efficient face-fucking machine.

The stroking picked up in rhythm, and I was having increasing difficulty accommodating his length at the back of my throat. Before he became fully engorged, however, I had deep throated him to the point where my lips were being tickled by his pubic hair, and I just held there for a long moment, while the jogger trembled and groaned his approval. When he was fully engorged, however, there no longer was any hope of deep-throating him, and I took him at the root in one hand and ran my tongue up and down the sides of his cock, tracing bulging veins, while the other hand rolled and pulled at his low-hanging ball sack. I alternated the side tonguing with brief passes of my tongue over his piss slit to collect the precum bubbling up there and an occasional intake of the upper half of his cock into my mouth and vigorous stroking that slid his loose cock skin up and down.

When the jogger couldn’t take this anymore, he pulled my T-shirt off and gently pushed me onto my back in front of him onto the moss. He pulled my shorts off and threw them to the side and stood there, hovering over me, his smiling face peering at me above the gigantic battering ram of his. I smiled back weakly, both fearing and anxious for what was likely to come.

‘Open to me. Open to daddy.’

And I spread my legs for him. I was his. He came down on his knees between my legs and started running his hands over my torso, belly, and thighs. He was murmuring to me. ‘Sweet boy; Such a sweet boy. Daddy’s going to be good to you.’

One of his hands went to my cock and encircled it and began to gently stroke it. My cock answered by quickly engorging.

‘Ahh, sweet cock; big, luscious cock,’ the jogger whispered, and I saw his head dip down and felt his lips part over my cock and travel on down to my root. I felt warm and wet down there, and I lurched and gasped as his soft mouth ran up and down my cock. After a while, my cock came out of his mouth and he encircled my dick with his hand and gently squeezed and stroked it as his tongue went to my balls. I felt my balls, in turn, drawn into his mouth with a sucking sound and sensation, and I moaned and sighed my pleasure.

I turned my head and took in all of the life of nature around me, as I enjoyed being sucked off and used my hands to travel up and down my own torso and to pinch and pull at my nipples. My hands were pushed aside by the jogger’s tongue, though, as he moved his head up to my chest and tongued my torso and nipples, slowly working his way down to my belly and navel and then back to my cock very briefly.

This time when his mouth left my cock, though, he said in a very hoarse voice, ‘Open your legs wider. Open to me.’

I lifted my legs and opened them as wide as I could, holding them open with hands under thighs. His lips and tongue went to my asshole now, and he was wetting me down there and opening me up. At length his tongue was joined and then replaced first with one finger and then with more. They were going deeper and deeper, and pushing my canal walls apart more and more. The pad of a finger found my prostate, and I trembled and grunted, as I felt the precum bubble up and over in my cock. I had never felt such sexual pleasure before.

‘It’s time. It’s time for daddy to do his little boy.’

‘No,’ I whimpered, remembering the size of that cock of his.

‘You want me to stop right now?’ the jogger asked in a low voice. ‘You want me to just get up and walk away right now?’

‘Yes . . . No. Oh, no. Do it, but slowly, please. I don’t know if I can . . .’

‘Well, I know I can,’ the jogger answered. And then the three fingers in

my ass canal spread the opening wide, and that bulbous helmet of his cock was at my asshole, rotating around and sinking deeper in the space widened by the fingers, with each revolution. I cried out in pain, and he stopped momentarily, waiting for me to open to him. And as I did, his fingers retracted and his cock, alone now, pushed in deeper and deeper. Until eventually he was all the way in, and I was gasping for breath, sausage stuffed to the very edge of my endurance.

‘There, you see that you can, don’t you? Oh, that’s nice,’ he whispered to me, ‘Such a nice, tight ass. I could hold it in this sweet ass forever.’ Although there still was pain, it now was being mostly masked with the pleasure of being filled with that big, beautiful cock.

The jogger started to pump me deep in short, slow strokes. He took my legs in his own hands, as I was trembling too much to keep them spread myself, and stroked away inside me. I felt his loose foreskin sliding up and down my ass canal, giving me added pleasure a loose membrane working back and forth over a thick, long, solid rod. His knees must have gotten tired, because, after a short time he pulled out of me and told me to come up on my hands and feet and turn my back to him, and he entered me from behind, and unrolled that long, thick hose of his to the very center of me. Now he was taking longer and quicker strokes, and I was widening to accommodate him to the point where all I felt was the pleasure of being fucked deep and fully. He reached a depth I’d never yielded before, and he tarried there, his dick motionless in stroking but throbbing in a rhythm that matched the throbbing of my heart. His hands went to my pecs, and he pulled my torso up to his chest. I turned my face to his, and we engaged in another long, wet, tongue-probing kiss as he held his dick still, deep, throbbing inside me. One of his hands went to my cock, and he stroked me off. My ejaculate arched out over the green moss in front of us.

He pulled me down to the ground after that, not losing purchase of his cock up my ass, and gently side-split me, one hand holding one of my legs up in the air to allow a close fit of his groin against my butt and the other hand wandering all over my body. He came deep inside me with three separate floods of warm, lubricating semen, and then we just lay there, drowsily listening to the wind in the trees and the birds on the fly.

I slept, and when I awoke he was gone. I lay there for several minutes, savoring the totally fulfilling fuck, calculating when my next scheduled jog was, and wondering if the jogger, that amazingly experienced daddy, would return then as well.

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I thought I was going to be sick. His mother asked him to entertain us, to play something for us on the piano, and the pert-butt blond tossed the curl out of his face and flowed over to the piano and started to fill the room with Chopin. I’d had this kid in my craw for a good fifteen years, and all I wanted to do was to slam him to the floor and fuck the stuffing out of him. And that was when he was just a series of pictures and narratives in letters from his mother to mine. And now here he was in the flesh, Mr. Perfect. And, damn if he didn’t play Chopin like a concert pianist.

His mother, Belle, and mine had gone to school together more than that, they’d been in the same little social clique from kindergarten through high school in a very small town. Belle had been told she couldn’t have any kids. And she didn’t have any kids until very late in life, and then there was Jon; her pride and joy. I was the third of five my mother had birthed and was six years old when Jon was born. Mother hadn’t thrown it up to Belle that she could have kids at a drop of a hat and Belle couldn’t, but from the moment Jon popped out, Belle thought he was the only kid in the world and had made a career out of pushing that idea with all her friends and one upping any talent or achievement mentioned about any other kid in town. And I think she called my mother every day of her life and had a camera implanted between her tits, so she and all of her friends wouldn’t miss any of the wonderful things Jon was doing.

We lived half a continent away from her, but every time I turned around, my mother was reporting the latest trip to the top of Everest that Jon had taken walked and talked and pooped where he was supposed to months before any other kid. Straight As at school and first prizes in art, and baseball, and football, and archery, and swimming, and, of course, piano and violin and trumpet. Prom king and a child TV model, and he’d almost made the Olympics as a gymnast. Two years ago he’d graduated from high school (valedictorian, of course) and enlisted in the Navy, where he went off for a two-year stint and saved the world.

When I’d agreed to drive my mother for a visit with her friend, Belle, I steeled myself for Belle’s litany of Jon’s superlatives, but little had I known that he arrived home just a few days before our visit, finished with his naval duty, where he’d risen to officer status faster than any other known sailor, but had left the Navy because he’d been accepted at Yale for the coming semester.

I was trying my best to be polite, but I know that if Belle had noticed I was in the room at all while she was talking a mile a minute at my mom, she would have caught my sullen looks and, no doubt, compared them unfavorably with her son’s perpetual perfect-teeth smile. As it was, as soon as Jon had finished at the piano, she launched into a glowing review of Jon’s life with my mother and lost track of both me and Jon altogether.

This turned out to be a very good idea, because Jon came over and flashed me a very warm smile, told me I looked real hot in my jeans and sport coat, and plopped down very near me on a sofa.

‘So, how did you like my rendering of Chopin?’ he asked me.

‘Sounded great to me,’ I answered. ‘But I admit that I’m not much of a piano expert.’

‘It helps to have good fingers,’ he said, and held up two hands showing very nice, long fingers. When he brought the hands back down, though, one went to the side of my thigh and fanned out. I felt my cock come to life, and I’m sure he noticed that, because my jeans were pretty tight and my cock is supersized.

‘But I’ll bet you’re more of a trumpet man,’ he went on to say. ‘I blow . . . a pretty mean trumpet too, I’m told.’

Yes, that’s what I’m told ad nauseam too is what I wanted to say. But, instead, I said, ‘So, did they let you blow the trumpet in the Navy? I mean, you didn’t get out of practice, I hope.’

‘No I didn’t get out of practice in the Navy. I got a lot of practice blowing in the Navy. But I didn’t have my trumpet there. It’s down in the basement, though. Would you like to see my trumpet while our mothers visit?’

By now, his hand was on my basket, tracing my cock through the tight material, so there was no chance that I was missing his meaning.’

‘Sure, I’d like that,’ I croaked.

We stood, and Jon told his mother he was taking me down in the basement to show me his naval ship models. But neither she nor my mother even seemed to hear him as engrossed as they were in their discussion.

Down the stairs we went and into some sort of rec room, with models of Navy ships lined up on shelves around the room. Jon closed and locked the door and quickly crossed the carpet to me, shedding his shirt en route. He got me into a lip lock and had me stripped down to the waist in no time flat. I had to admit that Belle was right this kid was really good.

Really, really good, because he had one arm around me, holding me to him, and his other hand, with those long, sensuous fingers, was playing my nipples and pecs and belly as expertly as he had played Chopin.

‘God, you’re beautiful, man,’ we whispered into my neck. ‘I’ve lusted after you for years just from those pictures your mother sent.’

My mother had sent pictures? I had always assumed that was a one-way street between Belle and my mom.

‘But we never got a picture of this,’ he said with a husky voice. His hand had unbuttoned my jeans and found its way under my briefs and to my engorging cock. ‘Man oh man, it’s huge.’

‘Not yet, it isn’t,’ I responded with some sense of pride. I was fairly sure he hadn’t bested me in that department, at least.

Jon’s response was to quickly tongue his way down my torso, pull my jeans down to the floor, and apply his lips to tracing my cock through my briefs. There was a pool table in the center of the room, and I just leaned back on that and sighed and moaned as he pulled my briefs and jeans off and showed me what the Navy had taught him about blowing cocks, which was a lot.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed hold of his arms, pulled him up to a standing position, and folded him down to where his belly was on the pool table top. I crouched down behind him, pulled his pants and briefs down and off his legs, and went for his asshole with my tongue. It was immediately apparent that he had specialized in bottom while in the Navy, which was just fine with me. In no time, he was wet and open to me, and I had buried my cock eight inches into him and was fucking him just as hard as I had been wanting to do all these years because he and his legend had been such a pain in my ass. And he was loving it. His only complaint was that he wanted to watch me while I fucked him, so I spun him around slowly on my throbbing spit, so that his back was on the top of the pool table, and I came up on the table on my knees with my thighs under his butt cheeks and my cock still buried in his ass.

He didn’t just lay there while I fucked him. I was holding his legs out with my hands, but he used his strong back muscles to move his pelvis with me, meeting me thrust for thrust. He was panting and moaning, and his gorgeous, well-muscled torso was writhing under me. He pleaded with me to fuck him deep and hard, which I needed no encouragement to do. I entertained him with a pattern of alternating short and long strokes and fast and slow rhythms that caused him to give out little yelps of delight that I was afraid could be heard upstairs. And his gasps and shudders told me that he really enjoyed it when I rotated my cock around in his hole and gave his ass passage walls some individual attention. He was working his own cock with long, sensuous fingers, and he came before I did. When I felt I was ready to cum, I pulled out of him and shot off across his stomach. He pulled me down to him, and we went into a long, sensuous kiss as our trembling bodies calmed down and cooled off.

We must have been gone for a good half hour, but when we returned to the living room, dressed once again and looking as innocent as possible, I at first thought Belle and my mother hadn’t even realized we’d gone. But Belle stopped in midsentence and turned and spoke to us.

‘Did you have a nice time showing Carl your models and explaining naval vessels to him, Jon, dear?’

‘Yes, Mother,’ Jon answered contritely, ‘Although I found that Carl knows a whole lot about submarines probably more than I do. He took the largest sub down there and showed me some tricks about deep diving.’

‘Did he?’ Belle answered absentmindedly, ‘Quite impressive.’

‘Yes, it nearly took my breath away.’

But Belle wasn’t even listening anymore. She was back into a monologue on how a mutual friend of hers and my mother’s had been putting on a lot of weight.

‘Yes, well, if you’re still visiting, Mother, I thought I’d take Carl up to my room and rummage through my trophy case and show him some of my game balls.’

‘That’s nice, dear. When you come back down, we’ll have some cake. I’m sure you’ll be hungry then.’

‘So, would you like to see my balls?’ Jon asked me mischievously as we mounted the stairs.

‘Sure,’ I answered. ‘But I think you might be too full for cake before we come back down.’ And, as I followed Jon up the stairs, I put my hand through his legs and got a head start on getting the heft of his balls while he jiggled his pert butt for me. I had to admit that there were some talents Jon had that I was growing to appreciate.

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It wasn’t a regular day of practice; only Hank and I had come in, and we’d worked out in the gym after we’d done laps on the field. I could tell he was steamed about something, but I didn’t ask about what. He had finished first, and it looked like I had the locker room to myself when I came in from the gym. I took a quick shower and pulled on my briefs and some baggy shorts and an athletic T, and there he was, right at my locker before I had gotten around to pulling my sneakers on. There was fire in his eyes, and he slammed my locker closed with his fist.

‘What’s the matter, Hank?’ I didn’t want to have Hank upset at me. He was a real hunk of a man and could probably break me in two without raising a sweat.

‘I saw you in Hardesties the other night, didn’t I?’

Oh God, I was sure I wouldn’t be seen going into that gay bar.

‘Oh, shit,’ I said. ‘Okay, I admit I was there. But you don’t have to tell anyone, do you? I was just . . .’ If this got out of control and was talked around, I’d be out of a job.

‘Tell anyone?’ Hank yelled at me. ‘Don’t you get it, I saw in you Hardesties. That means I was in Hardesties. I’ve wanted you for two years, and I just now find out that you are cruising.’

I just stood there, giving him a blank look. And just as I got it, he was on me.

‘Hank, I’m not . . . ‘ I started to say, but I got nothing else out, because he came right up to me, wrapped his left hand around the back of my head and pulled me in to a hungry, almost brutal kiss. He had my lips parted with his and was sucking face for all his might. Meanwhile, his right hand had gone to my basket and he was feeling me through the two thin layers of clothing, finding my cock, measuring the whole length of It, and ending by grabbing my balls and almost lifting me off the ground. I groaned, and my cock began to engorge at the assault. While still holding me in a lip lock, his hand traveled up to my belly and then under the rim of my shorts and briefs and dove for my cock. Skin on skin now, and I found I was getting as excited as he was. I lost control. My hands strayed to the hem of his T-shirt and I let my hands slide under and then up his fantastic abs to his bulging pecs. His hands flew to work. He reached down for the hem of my T and pulled it off me and threw it to the side, and in the very next motion, he did the same thing with his. Then he jerked off his shorts, and there he stood, erect and magnificent, and not a little frightening. He jerked my shorts and briefs down in one swift move, going down in front of me, banging me up against my locker and attacking my hardening cock with his mouth.

‘Oh, God, you have no idea how I’ve longed to suck this big prick,’ he said between licks and swallows. And, he was right. I’d had no idea.

‘Straddle the bench with your legs and sit down,’ he commanded. I did so, rather numbly. I still hadn’t gotten adjusted to the sudden assault. He sat down facing me. His big dick running along the bench seat, pointed at me. He scooted up to me, so his knees were pushing mine out and away from the bench, put a big mitt on my chest and said, ‘Lay back.’

I laid back as his hand pushed me down. He leaned in over me, his dick running up beside mine and I gave a little shudder as his mouth went to my nipples. First the right one and then the left. He sucked and nipped and bit, and I squirmed. Not knowing what else to do with them, my hands went to his shoulder and back muscles and I massaged them. He didn’t stay at my nipples long with his mouth. He didn’t seem to be staying anywhere very long. His tongue and sucking kisses moved to my sternum and then descended as his hands covered my pecs and held me pinned flat to the bench. He was sliding away from me now, and I lost touch with his prick. He was at my navel, tonguing and sucking and then on my flat belly, tonguing through my pubic hair, and he had my rod in his mouth again. He spent a little longer there, as I did some squirming and bucking and trying to reason with him.

‘Umm, Hank. Don’t you think we should be going slower on this and maybe somewhere else, if at all?’

‘Shut up, Stud,’ was his reply. ‘I’ve been building this up for you for two years and I never knew I had a chance. I think I’m going to explode, and when I do, I want it to be in you.’ That sounded rather ominous, and I started to try to get up, but he pushed me back with his strong arms and latched onto my prick with his teeth. I was hard and panting when he left my rod and moved to my balls. He swallowed those whole and then popped them out and gave them some nibbles. The last few minutes he had my cock in his mouth, he had brought his right hand down and was fingering my asshole. Directly from my balls, he moved to my asshole with his lips and tongue and slobbered me up pretty good down there. I was afraid he was going to make do just with that; I knew from his grunting and groaning sounds that he wasn’t going to wait long to split me, but he reached down and came up with a little tube of lubricant. He had come prepared. He quickly lathered up my hole and stuck his finger in it, pushing on in past the sphincter and being drawn to my prostate, which he firmly pressed, causing me to almost piss, but quickly making me moan and leak cum.

He rose up on his feet, his erection standing straight out from his body, and lathered his tool up as I watched in awe and fear. He was a wild man. I knew it would be useless even to try to stop him or slow him down.

‘Turn over on the bench,’ he said. And then when I didn’t react fast enough. ‘Turn over, I said,’ and he reached down and pulled me up and flipped me over. My hard cock was painful lying between my body and the hard, cold bench, but Hank wasn’t to be denied. His lubricated fingers went back to my ass, and he inserted them and forced the hole more open, all the time rotating and flipping them up and down, driving me crazy. Then he had his hands on my hips and pulled my butt up in the air.

‘Stand where I put you,’ he directed, and he moved me up to the level of his cock, where he was standing behind me.

‘Umm, Hank, I’ve never really . . .’ His answer was a slap across one of my butt cheeks. While holding his left hand to my left hip to show what level he wanted me to maintain, his right hand guided his cock to my hole and he pushed in to the rim of the glans.’

‘God, Hank, just hold on a minute!’ He did hold there several seconds, but then was pushing again. He had trouble getting farther in, and commanded, ‘Widen your legs. Give me a bigger hole.’ I wondered really how I was going to manage that, but I did widen my stance. I had one arm between my head and the bench to protect my brains from being banged to death and the other arm was wrapped around the bench to keep me steady. Hank was now using both hands to pull my butt cheeks as far apart as possible. With a grunt, his dong went past the sphincter, which pulled him in a few more inches.

‘Ahh,’ he intoned, as he held there for a few seconds. But then, with another grunt he was pushing right on in. I screamed in pain, but subsided as the pleasure of being wanted this much by another man and of being so intimately stuffed to the fullest turned the pain to pleasure. And then he was pumping, taking slow, long strokes to begin with. Fully encased, He stood, bringing me up with him. He buried his mouth in the side of my neck, finding the throbbing artery there and driving me wild with ecstasy. I arched my chest, pulling my butt up to give him full, close access, and I laced my hands behind his neck, drawing my torso taut. He had his hands on my chest, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

But then he lost himself and pushed me back down on the bench, planted a strong hand in the middle of the small of my back, and just pumped wildly away, until with a scream of satisfaction and fulfilled fantasies, he shot his load deep inside me.

Hank collapsed on top of me then, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling in my neck. ‘That was the greatest, Baby,’ he cooed in my ear. ‘You are just the fuck that I imagined.’

‘Hank,’ I whispered. ‘Could I say something now?’

‘Shoot.’

‘When you saw me in Hardesties, I was just trying to pull my kid brother out of there. I’m not really gay. I’ve never done it with a guy before.’

‘Oh, my so sorry,’ Hank responded, all embarrassed. He started to pull out of me and stand up.

But, I whipped both of my hands back to his butt cheeks and pulled him back into me. ‘No apologies necessary, Hank. Could you fuck me again, please just like that last one?

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I had just picked up Landon on my way to the party. It was a pool party and a whole bunch of people were going to be there. I figured he was on the way, so why not save some gas and carpool? Anyway, we got there early and got to the munchies before more people started showing up. By the time others started snacking, we were already in the pool, just having fun, playing games in the pool, Marco Polo, you know, all the dumb shit that kids do.

I loved every minute of it! I especially enjoyed watching him run around the pool is his trunks and nothing else. He’s kind of a short guy, maybe 5’4′. He’s white in the winter and golden-brown during the summer. He’s got curly dirty-blond hair. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to just play with his curls while staring into his beautiful sea-green eyes. His smile melts me every time. Even though he’s short, his body is really well-proportioned. He plays soccer a lot, so he’s in really good shape, but not what you’d call ‘muscular.’ Any chance I have to see his body, I soak it up. I took in every inch of his body from the tips of his toes to the top of his tallest curls.

After a lot of beer and a lot of swimming, he was really relaxed and had a huge buzz. Since I was the driver, I was just relaxed from the swimming. I’m really glad I didn’t drink that night or I would probably not have had nearly as much fun as I did. It was late at night when we decided to leave the party. I helped Landon into my truck and fastened his seat belt. He was barely conscious, but definitely in a happy place.

I got in and started driving. I guess I had already decided I wasn’t going to take him straight home. He was in perfect condition for some more fun. We were near his neighborhood where the subdivision still had a lightly wooded area. I drove my truck a little ways into it and killed the engine. I looked over at him to see that he had passed out. Excellent!

I reached over to undo his seatbelt and called out his name. No response. I shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up. He moaned lightly; something like about five more minutes. I got out of the truck and went around to his side. He almost fell out of the truck when I opened the door! Lucky for me I was ready for him. He stumbled and I caught him in my arms. I scooped him up and carried him to the bed of the truck. I laid him down on the tailgate and hopped up in the bed, so I could pull him in. He was totally out.

I don’t know what happened to his flip-flops. I guess they probably fell off between the door and the tailgate. It didn’t matter. His feet are too beautiful to be covered, even by flip-flops. I kneeled to pick up his foot. It was soft and heavy with the smell of chlorinated water. I rubbed his foot, enjoying this part of his body. My massage continued up his leg as I approached his trunks. Did he bring his shirt from the party? I don’t remember. Oh well.

I caressed his chest. There was some muscle there, but I could still easily count his ribs. One of these days I’d have to tickle the shit out of him and make him beg for me to stop, but that’s for another day. I rubbed his chest, his stomach. I leaned over to kiss his belly button, my tongue washed his abdomen. I looked at his face to see that he was still out cold. I untied his swim trunks and loosened them a bit. Still out. I reached inside to feel his cock. It was soft and flaccid. He had big balls, considering his small frame. Still out. I pulled down the drunks to reveal his beautiful body. I had just taken his trunks off and gotten him completely naked when he started to wake up.

‘Oh shit!’ I thought to myself. What was he going to say? The adrenaline started to pump hard. He looked around and started to sit up, using his arms to prop himself up. He looked and saw that he was naked and then looked at me. He looked confused.

‘What’s going on, man?’ he asked. He covered himself up with one of his hands and was looking for his trunks. ‘Where are we?’ I had no words. I wanted him more than ever. To see him there naked, to have touched the more intimate parts of his body, this much teasing was just mean. No. I would have him tonight; if he remembered a little bit, so much the better.

I sat next to him, my hard-on already starting to tent my trunks. He saw it and started to back away from me a little bit. I lifted my leg to straddle him. My hand grabbed his as they came up to push me back. I straddled him and sat on his chest. Thankfully, he was still weak from all the beer he’d chugged. I could tell he was trying to throw me off his chest. I folded his arm in front of him and held them there with one hand to see how weak he was. He was trying to unfold them, to get loose, but it wasn’t working.

With my free hand, I undid my trunks just to get them loose. Then I had the idea of using the string from my trunks to tie up his hands. It wasn’t really strong, but then neither was he. I took his arms and stretched them out again, inching my way up his chest. With my crotch just inches from his mouth, Landon, was trying to back away. I pinned his wrists with my knees as I sat on his chest. His eyes widened as I reached into my trunks. I pulled out the string and kept pulling on it. Relief covered his face; still not sure why.

Eventually I’d pulled out a good two feet of string. I started on his right hand first. After I tied it up, I lifted up a little bit to roll his body over. Of course his other hand came loose. I grabbed the one I’d tied up and wrenched it behind his back. He let out a muffled scream and tried to push up with his other hand. I grabbed it and forced it behind his back so I could tie it with his other hand. Within minutes, his hands were tied up quite securely behind his back. The knots were really tight. Even sober, it would be hard to get those out, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

I rolled him over again and sat on his chest. I covered his mouth with one hand. ‘This won’t take too long,’ I told him. ‘I’ve wanted to have you since the first day I met you. If you just relax and let this happen, it will be over that much faster and with a whole lot less pain. If you fight me though, you’re only going to make it more fun for me and very painful for yourself.’ That counts as fair warning right? I could see anger start to boil through on his face. I didn’t care though. ‘Whichever you choose, remember that it IS going to happen.’

He started to try and throw me off of him. I got off him and took off my boxers. He started pushing back with his feet to the edge of the truck bed. Just like that, he hopped off the edge of the truck and started to try and run for it. Shit. I flew off the truck bed and caught up with him quickly. Again, I’m glad he was still drunk. Remember, he’s a soccer player. Those fuckers can run! I tackled him and he started to scream for help. I punched him hard in the stomach to shut him up. Then I shoved my trunks in his mouth. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulders, so I could keep a tight grip on his legs. I trotted quickly back to the truck, this hottie wiggling and screaming for help through my make-shift gag. When I got back to the truck, I threw him in the cab instead of the truck bed. If the gag came out, I didn’t want people to come running to help him out.

I closed the door and came towards him. He’d already rolled over and was backing towards the other door. I grabbed one ankle and pulled him back towards me. He started to kick me. Even drunk, his legs were really powerful. I had both of his ankles in hand and pulled him in closer to me. He continued to try and kick, but I was between his legs so they couldn’t do much more than flail uselessly. I put one of his legs on my shoulder and looked to my left. There in the back seat were a few bungee cords that I used to strap down stuff in the bed. I let go of his leg and reached for the bungee chord. He took the opportunity to kick the shit out of my head. I had the chord in my hand as the world was ringing and slowly coming back into focus. Landon was up against the other door, try to open it with his hands tied behind his back. I reached for his ankle and pulled him back to me. He was kicking again and sobering up more and more. I wrapped the bungee chord around his ankle and hooked it onto the frame of the back of the cab. His free leg was doing everything it could to kick me and get away.

I got in close and put his free leg on my shoulder. He was twisting to try and get away from me, but I had him this time. I licked one of my fingers and put it near his asshole. I looked at him. He was breathing hard and had a look of desperation on his face. I wanted him to hurt now. I wasn’t going to take it easy on him. He fought to save his ass. I fought to have his ass. I shoved my finger in quickly all the way to the knuckle. He screamed through his gag and tried to kick me away with his leg. I smiled and my cock twitched eager for its turn.

I twisted my finger in his tight hole. He squirmed, trying to wriggle away from this intruder. I pulled it out and then shoved it back in. He was so tight! Just my finger up his ass was making him scream like this. I shoved my finger as deep as it would go and then started to work in another finger along side it. He was screaming, trying to push the fingers out, but it wasn’t working. Tears started trickling down his reddening face as I finger-fucked him. He was still trying to kick away with his other leg, still trying to twist away from this unwanted invasion. I pulled my fingers out. He was still really tight. Getting two fingers up his ass was such an accomplishment, I couldn’t imagine how I would get my cock in there, but you gotta’ try.

So I did. I put my cock at his asshole and started to push. He pulled his leg back and kicked me in the chest and away from him. I fell back, but recovered quicker this time. I grabbed his ankle and pushed his leg back over his body. I put my cock at his asshole again and started to push as hard as I could. He was squeezing as hard as he could and doing everything he could think of to try and get free. His whole body was tense; his face was red, tears of rage flowing unashamed. I could see in his eyes: fear, anger, betrayal, hate, disgust, disbelief. I reached up and pinched his nipple as hard as I could. He screamed loud and I felt his body relax for a second. I pushed the head of my cock into his asshole and then he really screamed. Even through his gag, it was blood-curdling!

The walls caved in on my cock. I felt like I had just stuck my cock into a vise grip and it was tightening on me. Landon freaked out. He was struggling maniacally. The bungee chord had already given him a rope burn on his ankle. His arms somehow had a little more slack than when I first started. I pushed harder to try and get some more of my dick in this tight hole. That’s when it happened. One of his hands popped out of nowhere as I leaned back, narrowly missing the right hook of a man being raped. The other hand came out and started to try and push me away. Fuck yeah! I thought. Now this is going to be fun.

I leaned forward and grabbed his bloody wrists, the remnants of the string still knotted around his wrists, various parts of it still frayed from where he had cut them on the edge of the door handle. I held his wrists to his chest, his leg slipping away from my shoulder. My cock popped out. I was pissed. I let go of one of his wrists and wiped the blood on my cock. He started to punch me with his free hand before trying to free his other wrist. My grip tightened on that arm. He was really hitting me hard to get free! I took my cock, covered with his blood and put it as his asshole for the third time that night.

I shoved the head in with no problem this time. I knew I would be home free. I grabbed his leg and put it back on my shoulder. His other hand was held firmly, his free hand tried to go for the invader at his asshole. I grabbed that hand and had held him–my cock slowly gaining a little more ground. He screamed some more, struggling, his face turning redder and redder, but he couldn’t stop me. He squeezed, but the blood was doing a good-enough job as a lube.

When I felt like there was nothing he could do to stop me, I shoved my dick all the way in. I let it sit there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of his body convulsing, bucking, doing everything it knew how to do to get free. He felt so good; his hot, tight hole clenching my dick. I pulled out a little bit and rammed him hard again. Oh he was mine now. He had somehow managed to get the gag out of his mouth by this point, but he wasn’t screaming as loudly anymore. He was sobbing between cursing, grunting in pain with each thrust. He wasn’t even really fighting anymore.

I let up a little bit and untied his other leg to get a better angle. I spread his legs wide and got deeper. I think I must have hit a nerve or something. He started speaking really fast, begging to stop, to pull it out, that he was going to pass out. I leaned in really close and long-dicked him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he went limp for a few seconds. He woke up after a minute, confused for a second; maybe hoping it was a nightmare. I felt his asshole clench and then he screamed as he realized there was a dick in his ass. I punched deeper still as he screamed again. He wanted to curl up into a ball. I held him in place as I fucked him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I kept pumping my cock in and out of his ass. Then I came, each blast of hot seed coating his insides with years of desire and want. He was mine.

I pulled out my cock and was enjoying the feeling of having conquered him. It was such a high. I looked up at the window and saw his room mate. I panicked. Landon looked at me and then looked to see what I was looking at. He cried. His roommate opened the door and helped Landon get out. Landon didn’t see what I saw though. Against Steve’s pants was a cock just begging to be freed.

I got out of the truck, eager to see what would happen next. He carried Landon to the truck bed and sat him down. Still sore from the hard raping I’d given him, he winced and cried out. His ass was still tender. He laid back to take the pressure off his ass. Still sobbing, Landon was looking at me and backing up into the truck bed to get as far away from me as he could. That’s probably why he didn’t notice Steve taking off his pants and boxers. He noticed soon enough though.

Steve jumped on the truck bed and started stalking towards Landon. He looked at me. ‘Are you done for the night or do you want to help me with round two?’ He grinned. Landon panicked again. I jumped on the truck bed and casually walked over to Landon. He began to cry again and looked to his roomie desperately for help. I grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. Steve stood in front of Landon to be sure that he got a nice look at his cock. This enormous monster curved towards the sky, eager for pleasure. Steve knelt down, grabbed Landon’s ankles and spread him wide.

Even after all he had already been through, I could feel Landon tense up again for one last attempt to flee before getting brutally raped by this beast. I held him tightly as Steve began to feed his cock into the tight little hole. Landon screamed, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go. He screamed. Oh how he screamed. His body went limp in my arms while Steve continued to pound his ass. Though he had passed out, his face contorted with each thrust showing a great deal of pain. Seeing this and having Landon’s body rubbing up against mine had me ready for a second helping.

Since he had passed out, I relaxed my grip and helped rearrange Landon while Steve lay down in the truck bed. I put Landon in a sitting position so that he was riding Steve’s monster. I watched Steve fuck Landon’s limp body, that huge cock burying itself deep into that sweet hole. I couldn’t wait to be back inside of Landon again!

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It was a comfortable spring night as Officer Calloway made his way quietly around the side of the building. He was on night shift and had ‘fag’ patrol, that’s what all the officers called it. It seems that every night after the gay bars let out some of the men come to an alley behind an old donut shop. They park in the small lot and cruise one another. Some get into each other’s cars and fuck around while others get out and hide behind a dumpster or a stack of boxes. Officer Calloway had been on this beat for five years and couldn’t believe how many men he’d busted in the exact same spot behind the dumpster. It was as if they didn’t think he’d return.

Most officers hated this assignment but not Tim Calloway. He loved busting a fag quite simply because he hated them. He loved to come around the side of the dumpster and catch one on his knees sucking another’s dick. He loved the scared looks on their faces. He loved slapping cuffs on both of them and dragging them out from behind the dumpster, their pants still down, dicks still hard. Them begging for mercy. Then he’d parade them out in front of all the other fags and make an example of them. They’d just shuffle along with their pants at their ankles, heads hung low. He loved to humiliate a queer.

Too be honest Tim Calloway was every gay man’s hottest fantasy as well as every gay man’s biggest fear. At 35 years of age stood 6’3′, golden tan year round, dark eyes and jet-black hair hidden under his uniform cap. Perfect pecs and chiseled biceps with broad shoulders that tapered into a V shape at his 28′ waist. Every muscle in his chest was visible thru the thin material of his blue uniform shirt. Then below his waist hung a nice thick 8′ cock with big low hanging hairy balls. And his ass…his ass was incredible. Big, full, and round. Perfectly shaped but way to large to simply be called a bubble butt. It was much more than that. His ass was so large he had trouble finding pants to fit him and therefore every pair he owned hugged his two round melons tightly. So tight as a matter of fact that you could make out the underwear line of the skimpy bikini briefs he always wore through the thin nylon material of his blue slacks. This features are what made all the gay men lust after him. But then there was his sadistic homophobic side that frightened them.

Officer Calloway made his way along the alley and to the dumpster where he had made so many busts before. As he peered around the corner he was not disappointed. There they were. He’d guess them both to be in their early 20’s. One was on his knees taking the others rock hard prick down his throat. ‘Fuckin fags’, thought Tim. He loved to make a production out of this. He drew his gun from his belt.

‘Okay freeze!’, he shouted.

Both men jumped and looked his way–terror in their eyes. He loved that. He would have fun with these two. Making them squirm would be fun. But Officer Calloway’s joy was short lived. He felt something cold pressed into his back and a deep voice say, ‘Drop it if you know what’s good for you.’

Officer Calloway did as instructed and raised both hands over his head to show he had done just that. The new arrival told the two guys whom Tim had first come upon to get their pants up and get Tim’s cuffs. They scrambled to get themselves back into their pants. Officer Calloway was soon to find out that the young man getting sucked off was named Andrew, the one doing the sucking was Lance, and the third guy also in his early 20’s was named Craig. Andrew took the handcuffs from Officer Calloway’s belt along with the key.

As he was doing this Lance jumped up to pull down the ladder on the fire escape just above them slightly. Andrew then put one of the bracelets on Officer Calloway’s left hand and tossed the other end over the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder and the fastened the right bracelet to the officer’s other wrist. Now officer Calloway was fastened securely to the fire escape with both hands over his head. He felt stupid and vulnerable.

Craig spoke, ‘Good job guys. We got him where we’ve been wanting him.’

Tim perked up at hearing this and turned his head as best he could in Craig’s direction.

‘That’s right.’, said Craig, ‘You were set up. We’ve been planning this for months. You like to make us feel stupid and put us on display. Well guess what its your turn.’ Then he turned sharply and said, ‘Lance set up the video camera. We got a movie to make.’

With that Lance disappeared–to retrieve the video recorder.

‘Please!’, pleaded Officer Calloway, ‘You don’t want to do this. Let me got and the whole incident will be forgotten.’

Craig laughed, ‘But we ain’t gonna forget what you’ve done to us. How you like to humiliate us. Now its your turn to be on display.’ As he finished saying this he got in the officers face and shot a cool stream of water right in his face from a green child’s squirt gun.

‘Damn.’, thought Tim, ‘It wasn’t even a real gun just a kids toy. How stupid I was.’

Lance returned with the video camera and set it up right in front of Tim Calloway. As he did Tim questioned what was going on.

‘Simple,’ said Craig, ‘We’re gonna have some fun with you and video tape it. If you try to fuck with us anymore we show the tape to all the other officers.’

‘NOOO!! You can’t! Please I beg you!!!’ pleaded Tim for all it was worth.

‘Too late.’ sneered Craig as he began to grope the policeman’s beefy ass. ‘You’ve got such a big, firm ass, officer. It’s a shame to keep it covered.’ Then Craig began to undo Tim’s belt and pants.

‘NOOOOOO!!!’ wailed Officer Calloway, ‘Please don’t. I’m no FAG!!!

‘Not yet!’ laughed Andrew.

Craig continued to undo the officer’s pants. Tim’s hands were still fastened to the fire escape and above his head. He felt his face flush red. Craig pushed down Tim’s pants and pulled his uniform shirt high upon his back exposing the officer’s stark white bikini briefs that were riding seductively up his big firm ass. The contrast to his golden brown tan was amazing. Tim couldn’t believe this here he was with his pants down around his ankles, his big ass on display for these fags to ogle. He was humiliated. He could feel the cool spring breeze tickle the part of his cheeks that were exposed. Then the most amazing thing happened. Without explanation Tim felt a stirring in the front of his bikini. It wasn’t possible but his cock was growing.

He hoped no on would notice.

‘What’s this?’ asked Craig, ‘The big tough officer wears panties?’ Lance and Andrew laughed.

‘They’re not panties!’ snapped Officer Calloway, ‘They are men’s briefs!’

‘Pretty skimpy.’ said Andrew.

‘Not covering much.’, stated Lance as he licked his lips, ‘And look guys he’ s getting hard! I think he likes the attention.’

Officer Calloway grew red from embarrassment it was true as much as he hated these queers at the same time he found himself aroused at being used as their plaything. He didn’t understand it himself but he was getting off on it, which embarrassed him all the more. Part of him wanted them to stop and part of him wanted them to continue. Then the thought occurred to him, maybe he was a fag too.

‘I say it’s time to give the officer some discipline. And teach him not to spy on others,’ said Craig.

With that Craig began to slap Officer Calloway’s partially exposed ass. Tim jumped at the first slap. Craig began alternating cheeks. He couldn’t believe how firm this guy’s ass was. This spanking was probably hurting his hand more than the officer’s ass. That’s when he reached behind the dumpster and pulled out a 2×4. Tim’s eyes got big.

Craig walked around behind Tim. The helpless officer looked over his shoulder and saw the young man raise the board. ‘THWACK!!!’ The board came down hard on Tim’s bikini clad ass. He jumped with a start and let out a large yelp. But still his cock was hard and now there was a wet spot of precum oozing onto the thin cotton material of his briefs.

Lance spoke up, ‘Ya, know when I was a kid and my Father used to spank me he always did it on the bare butt.’

‘Yeah mine too.’, chimed in Andrew.

Crack went the board across the officers firm tan bubble butt again. ‘I suppose you’re right, guys,’ said Craig as he dropped the 2×4. He then grabbed hold of the small waistband of the cop’s briefs and gave a hard quick tug. There was a loud tearing sound as the briefs flew from Tim’s body his large 8′ dong flopped out and his perfectly shaped ass melons were bared and on display.

All three men laughed as the officer let out a gasp. ‘Please guys stop this now. I’m sorry!’ pleaded Tim. He was so conflicted part of him hated them for doing this and another part of him wanted them to continue to control and humiliate him.

With that Craig picked up the board and resumed his assault on the officer’s meaty mounds. With each slap of the coarse wood to his ass Tim felt his excitement grow. He felt his prick leaking precum as his ass felt like it was on fire. His firm round checks jiggled ever so slightly with each whack of the board. Officer Calloway knew the camera was running and his shame being filmed but he didn’t seem to care any longer. After years of fighting it he was forced by these three faggots to finally admit to himself that he too had feelings for other men. The reason for his hatred for gays was because he never wanted to admit his own feelings and now in one night he was being made to face it and loving being used as a plaything for these faggots to humiliate.

Craig dropped the board and began to feel the officers burning ass. He took both over stuffed checks in his hands and squeezed. Tim clenched at the touch from the pain. Then Officer Calloway felt something he never had before as Craig parted his round globes and ran his finger along Tim’s asshole. At this point Tim made no attempt to fight it. He pushed back on the intruding finger. Craig felt his finger slip into the warm opening and began to pump the officer’s ass with his finger.

‘Damn!’ yelled Lance, ‘Watch that horny fucker ride Craig’s finger!’

It was true the horny cop lost all inhibitions. There he was in a dark alley with his hands cuffed over his head riding some guy’s finger with a video camera catching it all and he could have cared less. Tim began to moan loudly and unashamed as he yelled out, “Finger fuck me! That’s it!’

Andrew made his way over to where Tim and Craig stood and began to stroke the cop’s rock hard prick. Not to be left out Lance reached under the uniform shirt and began to pull on the officer’s nipples. Tim moaned like a bitch in heat as he pushed his fat ass back onto Craig’s finger trying to get all he could.

Lance dropped to his knees and as Andrew jerked the fat prick of Officer Calloway he wrapped his mouth around it and began to suck hard. Andrew moved his hand down and began tugging on Tim’s over sized nuts as his buddy sucked the cop’s dick.

It was not only long but also fat. The fattest dick Lance had ever seen but he kept sucking. Allowing his mouth time to adjust and then taking in more. His mouth was stretched to the limited and full of cock. Slobber was running down his chin but he continued to suck.

Andrew who was working Tim’s nuts in his hand felt them tighten. Craig felt the cop’s sphincter tighten around his finger. Tim yelled out’ ‘I’m gonna cum!’ Still Lance sucked and as the first wave of cum shoot from Tim’s prick it hit the back of his throat. Tim just kept cumming as Lance continued to suck, swallowing all of the officer’s cum that he could. Tim was screaming and shaking from the intense orgasm.

Craig’s finger popped out of Tim’s ass and he went around to turn off the camera. Lance let the cop’s prick fall from his mouth as he rose to his feet. The three men stood before Tim and Craig spoke, ‘Looks like our friend here enjoyed himself.’ Then to Tim, ‘Remember we got this all on tape. So if you think of running your mouth we’ll be forced to pass around copies of the video. And from now on I don’t want you coming around here harassing us. You got it?’

Officer Calloway was breathing hard and spent, ‘Yes,’ he said nodding his head. ‘I promise.’

At that Craig motioned for Andrew to un-cuff the officer. Tim was so conflicted. He had enjoyed what had happened to him and had to admit that he himself was a fag. This was gonna take a new way of thinking on his part now that he had been forced to face it. He pulled up his pants and hurried off, embarrassed by what had just happened. Craig, Lance and Andrew laughed and high-fived one another as they watched the cop’s big ass disappear into the dark night.

But from that point on things did change. Oh, Tim still worked the shift, but now instead of harassing the fags after the bars closed, he too could be found on his knees behind a dumpster with a cock in his hands and two or three more in line waiting. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Norm walked out from behind the cooking area up to the front counter. He tucked in the hanging shirttail as he made his way to the service counter, a small grin fixed to his face. The eyes sparkled as the customer grinned at him.

Norm: “Here is your order Sir”

Customer: “Thank you”

Norm: “Come back again”

Customer: “Oh I will, the service is great here”

Norm: “Anytime Sir”

He watched the man walk out, whistling a tune with his bag of hamburger, fires, and milkshake inside. Norm couldn’t help but smile as he thought about the milkshake. Leaning on the counter looking around at the empty eating area he smiled, glad he had taken the graveyard shift. It has so much more to offer him than either the day or night shifts.

Rarely were there more than two or three people inside eating. Most of the trade was drive thru which suited him just fine. On occasion a couple would stumble in and the weekends had their moments when the bars all closed. But for him the night was generally quiet, except on nights like tonight. Man he wished there were just a few more of these type of nights.

His hand reached down into his pocket where the two folded twenties were. Yep he thought, this is the best shift to have as he went over to the French fry warming tray and picked at a few remaining fries. They tasted not too bad though the taste of man juice had tasted better. Leaning back Norm wondered if he’d score again tonight or not.

It had happened a few times, lately a bit more often than not which suited him just fine. Maybe there was some network out there where these guys exchanged notes or something. Wish he knew, he might do some advertising but then again that was a bit mercenary. Mind you, it really wasn’t that he was a sleaze or slut either. He enjoyed having his dick sucked. It always made him feel good so what if the guy offered some cash for the pleasure?

Mind you he had refused once or twice, but only because he was a bit uncertain of the guy. He did have a good instinct about that, still he knew it was dangerous. Maybe that was why he enjoyed it so much? The thrill of getting sucked off, the odd chance of being caught. It all added to his excitement level which made it even all that more enjoyable.

To know that some guy would walk in, size him up and try to proposition him was always fun. He liked to hear the different lines they would use to sort of feel him out. It made it more like a sport than anything. Would they pick up on his rejoinders or would they let them sail over their heads? Course too, he had to be careful. He didn’t want to be nailed for solicitation or whatever it was the cops called it.

More he thought about it, more he was certain that there had to be some talk going on among the guys. After all this guy was pretty particular about how he ordered his meal. I mean wasn’t too often that someone wanted a milkshake, that was thick, and with fresh milk. Course the way he ordered it, Norm knew instantly that the guy was looking for his brand of milkshake, not the kind the restaurant offered.

The evil little grin he had when he asked if the man wanted it stirred or not. The guy’s face had merely looked down at his crotch and merely added that he preferred it fresh. Like who served Milk that wasn’t? Still he had to be sure, and placing his hands down his front, pushing in just enough to show his package a bit better, he had enquired if the man wanted to have it poured right from the jug.

The guy had licked his lips and not even once did he look up from Norm’s crotch when he merely nodded his desire. It was as if he had been hypnotized by the bulging package that Norm had showed off. Kind of nice to have that effect on guys.

He had asked if the man would like to step behind the counter, to make sure his milk was fresh by watching him pour it from the jug. It was a risky move but it hadn’t failed him yet. The man had nodded and Norm had let him come back to the spot he had found to be most effective. It let him watch the front, to make sure no one else came in plus if they did, they couldn’t see more than his upper torso.

There even was a small little foot stool that he kept there for those who didn’t want to rest on their knees while partaking in their milking. He had to laugh at that one though it wouldn’t be all that funny if he ever got caught. Smiling again as he thought about the guys who had been back there, some sitting on the stool letting his cock pound their faces. Others would kneel and just suck.

He didn’t care how they did, just as long as they did it. Most would be nervous and he would just stand there, looking down at times but mostly he would daydream. It wasn’t that they repulsed him, he just had his own way of getting off and they merely provided him with a warm moist jack off aid. Really he shouldn’t charge but then again, he really didn’t. When they’d ask how much he’d just tell them no charge, but a $30 or $40 tip would be nice. Just a ploy really but it worked. Most would smile in understanding too.

So far no one had stiffed him either. Well okay they had gotten him stiff, but they all tipped and some even gave him more. Now that he never could figure out but he never refused. It really was about the thrill he supposed as an older man walked in. The idea of possibly being caught always seemed to make each time special, whether the guy could suck good or not. It was that which he enjoyed as he approached the front counter, his eyes checking the man out.

The image of a man on his knees, hidden from everyone else while he stood in full view. His pants wrapped at his ankles while his stiff dick was firmly planted into some guy’s mouth was definitely a rush. Hell he was feeling horny again just thinking of it, wondering how he’d handle it if someone did walk in while his dick was pounding the guy’s mouth. The idea made his dick thicken, the blood rushing to push it hard up against his pants. Would he stop his hips from crashing into the guys mouth, pushing the head further into the throat or would he just smile and move the hips in and out faster?

Be interesting to find out he thought as he stood back from the front counter a bit, showing off the bulging package. Hell, advertising never hurt as he thought about making another tip for the night.

Norm: “Hi, what can I get you?”

The man smiled at him with a sort of nervous grin, one that Norm recognized. The older man’s eyes were fixed on Norm’s groin as he stared, licking his lips. There was not mistaking that hungry look either as the man muttered: ‘Thick Milkshake, please”

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Fuck Julia, I was screaming in my head, as I pulled on my jeans and a dress shirt and my leather vest, slammed through the apartment door, and stabbed at the buttons on the elevator door.

She didn’t feel satisfied. SHE didn’t feel satisfied. Well, what about me? She didn’t satisfy me either. Maybe I could satisfy her better if I ever was made to feel satisfied.

Well, fuck Julia, I muttered as I slammed my fists against the metal elevator walls while it descended twenty stories to the street level below. I’d told her I needed smokes and dressed and headed for the door before she could go into that litany of how Jim had fucked her so much better than I did. Well, fuck Jim too for that matter.

I hit the streets. It was drizzling rain and I knew I couldn’t just walk it off. I didn’t really need smokes, but I sure could use a drink. There was a bar up ahead, Big John’s. I’d never been in there, but it was beginning to rain harder now, and I couldn’t go back to the apartment not just yet. Anything but facing Julie’s mocking eyes right now.

I pushed the door open and entered the smoke-filled room. A rock band with a sound much too big for the size of the room was doing it’s thing over in the corner. The first thing I realized, though, was that there was nothing but men in the room. Not a woman in sight. Well, that wasn’t all that bad. If I looked into the eyes of any woman just now, I’d probably only see Julia’s mocking eyes staring back at me.

A skinheaded guy who appeared to have far more muscles than brains motioned me to a seat next to him at a table with a big smile, but I just smiled weakly back at him and moved slowly toward the bar at the far side of the room. I passed men dancing with men. I surprised myself by not being the least bit turned off by this; in fact, I felt a little thrill, like I was going on an adventure like I was detached from my body and somehow sparring with Julia across the divide between this danger-filled smoky room and the sterile environment of Julia’s apartment up in the clouds not more than two blocks away. This was a whole new world to me. Maybe I’d check out this world a little more closely.

I leaned up against the bar and ordered a beer and then turned and watched the rock band and what was going on around me for a while. This was obviously a pick-up joint at the height of its evening activity. Connection, some of a blatantly intimate sort, were taking place all over the room. For some reason I found this exciting, even sexually arousing, in a way that I didn’t find Julia arousing. It didn’t take long for me to realize that some of the men were starting to buzz around me as well, sensing a new player in the room. I started to become a little embarrassed. I wasn’t really planning on being a player; I was just playing on the edge of this world, observing it, considering the ‘what ifs.’ And I hadn’t the foggiest notion of how to play here even if I had intended to do that.

I ordered another beer. I momentarily wondered how long I could stay away from Julia’s apartment on the pretense of buying a pack of cigarettes, when it hit me that I didn’t really care. Fuck Julia. I downed my beer and ordered another.

I had waved off several guys in obvious search of a pickup when the mystery man appeared at my elbow. As time went on, the Rock band was getting louder, the beat getting heavier. I knew I was drinking too much; the beat of the music was beginning to transfer into my head as a headache. Tall and dark, with curly hair cascading around his head, he moved into the empty stool beside me I had been protecting to keep some distance between me and the circling crowd. His eyes seemed to be violet. He had a mustache that met his sideburns and a sensuous mouth with an engaging, ready smile. There was a small scar running down his chin that made him seem a little dangerous and kept that question in my mind of what the story was there.

He trapped me with his eyes, and I couldn’t lie when he asked if I was alone and if I’d let him buy me a drink. We didn’t really say anything to each other, but, although there were loud conversations and music and the smoke of cigarettes all around us, I felt that we were the only ones there. I could hear my heart beating, and I thought I could hear his as well, moving to match the rhythm of mine, matched the rhythm of the band music. It wasn’t long before he had his arm around my shoulders in a possessive manner, and on my fourth drink and his second, his arm had drifted down and he was cupping my buttocks with his broad hand. I let it stay there. I was feeling dangerous and exhilarated and aroused all at once, something I hadn’t felt with Julia an hour earlier. Above all, I was feeling wanted and desired. I’d play the game for a while longer and then leave and get those smokes and see if I could transfer these feelings into another go at Julia.

All the time he was holding my eyes with his. He set his drink down, fished the cherry out and put it up to his lips. I watched him slowly draw the cherry in, move it around his mouth, and produce the pit in between his lips with that smile of his. He obviously wanted me to do something, so I reached over and went to take the pit out of his mouth, whereupon he captured my thumb with his lips and drew it in.

At the same time, I felt his hand on my thigh. He held my thumb while his hand moved to my crotch, and he felt the full engorging length of me with his hand. I could feel his intake of breath, clearly pleased at what he had discovered. I was pleased that he was pleased. I sensed the growing danger here, though. Just how close to the edge was I here? And on which side of the edge. It was about time to put an end to this pleasant little fantasy I’d entered and return to my world.

He released my thumb and gave me a broad smile. I rotated my hips, in a half-hearted attempt to get free of his grasp. He was moving too fast, but I wasn’t sure I minded. All I could think of was punishing Julia for those mocking eyes of hers. She didn’t want me? Well, here was someone who was showing he wanted me even if he was from another world altogether.

His hand traveled with me as I rotated my hips, intending to shake his grip off. Misjudging my intentions, he grasped my cock through the fabric of my pants and his other hand squeezed my butt cheek, holding my hips in place. It was obvious where he was going with this. I relaxed, giving up, bordering on the intoxicated, whether by the drink or the promise of some form of satisfactory sex as a punishment for Julia’s mocking eyes.

He pulled away from the bar and led me around the bar by an elbow. I was drawn through a beaded curtain into a alcove with dark velvet walls. We were just a beaded curtain away from the raucous, revolving crowd and the steady beat of the music, but were fully private in our own world in that dark alcove.

He pushed my back to the wall just beyond the beaded curtain and leaned his hips into mine. I could feel the strength and urgency of him. He held me with his eyes again, as his face came to mine. He pressed his lips onto mine, opening me to his urgency and his surprisingly sweet kiss. His mustache tickled my nose. It was time for me to put a stop to this brief fantasy to stay on my side of this divide. But, although my mind was screaming ‘break and escape,’ my legs felt like lead, glued to the spot.

I sensed that it was too late, that I no longer could pull back, and decided to go with the flow, to see and sense what this world looked like, if only for a brief time. I could always go back to my world. I’d probably be better with Julia when I’d seen and been able to reject this world.

His hands were working on the buttons of my vest and shirt, which he pulled off my body and dropped beside us. He quickly pulled off his T-shirt, and we were bare chest to bare chest. I ran my hands up his sides and onto his pecs. He was in magnificent shape, obviously a bodybuilder, and was covered with dark curly hair. I pushed through his curly chest hair and found his nipples, both pierced with rings. I let a hand follow hair down his washboard abs, finding another ring in his navel–curly hair everywhere. I wondered if it continued on down. But I wasn’t in a hurry. This would be my one fantasy encounter. I might as well make the most of it.

He was in a hurry, however. This was all moving just too fast for me, but I couldn’t have stopped it now if I’d tried. He had me trapped with those violet eyes. He had one hand on my crotch again, and with the other one, he was unbuckling my belt, pulling down my zipper, pushing my pants and briefs over my hips and encasing my stiffening cock. He quickly had his own cock out, and he held them against each other; mine was being measured with his. Mine was a good size, but neither as long nor as thick as his was. He encased both of our cocks in his hand, mine lying atop his. I sighed, letting my hand travel on down below his navel, through curly hair and sliding across the underside of his cock and finding his heavy, hairy balls. He reacted with pleasure, intensifying the sucking motion of his kiss, his exploration of my mouth with his searching tongue. I could have continued at this stage for some minutes, maybe even have left the whole encounter here, but he obviously couldn’t.

I gasped as he disengaged from our kiss and quickly worked his lips and his tickling mustache down my neck, over my pecs, down my abs and belly, through my pubic hair, and to my cock, which he took into his mouth and started to work back and forth in a frenzied manner.

I grabbed his head, burying my fingers in his hair, in an involuntary maneuver to stem this full assault on my body. He roughly grabbed my hips with his hands to hold me steady, and when I relaxed and gave into his victorious breach of my crotch, he moved his hands around to cup and dig into my buttocks, still holding me firmly in place while he pumped my rod with his mouth. He pulled his mouth up to where he just held my glans in his mouth, sucking hard, flicking his tongue around my piss slit and then forcing the tip of his tongue into my slit, tongue fucking me there, in that smallest of all entrances to the body. I groaned and tried to escape, but his hands, digging into my buttocks, held me in place. His strength was incredible, and I was weak from the buzz of the drinks. He slowly swallowed me whole again, his teeth scraping down the sides of my penis as he drew me in, applying pressure all the way in. I couldn’t help letting loose with soft moans and writhing under his attack. It all was surreal, a party blithely going on in the bar, and a mad man beating down my defenses and eating me alive just beyond the beaded curtain. I grabbed his massive shoulders, beating on them, scratching at them, trying to push him away from me. But all of my efforts were fruitless. His brutal mouth began his pumping of my cock again. The beat of the band beyond the beaded curtain was steadily increasing, and his pumping of my cock matched the rhythm of the band.

Without lessening his pumping of my cock with his mouth and tongue, he took my balls in the fingers of one of his hands and rolled and pulled on them, causing me to give out little yip, yip sounds and to moan more deeply. The fingers of his other hand had found my asshole, and I lurched and writhed and increased my moaning as they worked their way into my ass, not giving me time to adjust, plunging past my sphincter muscle and finding, and roughly rubbing my prostate. Not long after this, I came under his unrelenting onslaught. He just took my cum at the back of his throat as I spasmed three times and went limp against the wall. His hands went to my hips and worked their way up my sides and onto my pecs, He was digging into my chest, nipping and kneading my nipples. I begged him to stop, to let me rest.

He just laughed and told me to turn around and to spread my legs, which I did, meekly, at his sharp command. I felt his hands roughly spread my butt cheeks and he had his mouth and tongue at my asshole, licking, rimming me, and pushing in. One hand went back to kneading the muscles in my belly, the other one was working my cock and balls.

He had me all wet and moaning again in a short time, when, without ceremony, he spun me around, lifting me up the wall with his strong hands, got his arms under my legs, and folded my knees up so my feet were completely off the floor. I was yelling for him to stop or at least slow down, but the noise in the bar was so overwhelming that there was no one to hear me or to come to my rescue.

I felt the knob of his huge, erect cock at my asshole and, and I tried to lurch and escape him, without success, as the head entered me up to the rim of the glans. He stopped then, but only briefly, as we gasped and panted in unison. He captured me with those violet eyes again and commanded me in a hoarse whisper to kiss him again. As our lips met, he brutally pushed mine open with his and buried his tongue down my throat, stifling any screams of pain and pleasure I might have given, as his long, thick cock slowly but steadily pushed its way up my ass canal, keeping just ahead of my ability to stretch to accommodate him. When he was in up to the hilt, he started to pump me, keeping time with the beat of the band beyond the beaded curtain, slapping and ramming my back against the velvet wall with his thrusts, and didn’t stop until he had cum.

When he was finished, he let me slide to the floor and then stood over me, smiling that smile and holding me with his violet eyes, while he adjusted his clothes. He told me that he’d enjoyed me immensely and would like to see me again. He flipped a business card down into my lap, and then he was gone. And I was again alone in the alcove, with the sounds of a raucous party drifting through the beaded curtains. The band had stopped; was probably on break. My whole world had also stopped.

As I lay there on a heap of sore but strangely satiated flesh on the floor, trying to come to grips with the brutal but glorious sexual encounter I’d just had, I also was coming to a realization that maybe the problem with Julia and me wasn’t Julia and her mocking eyes at all. Maybe I was meant for something different than Julia. But did it always have to be this brutal and, what concept was I striving for both intimately personal but also impersonal at the same time? I had no idea where I fit now, but after what I’d just experienced, I couldn’t honestly tell myself that I could go back to the other side of that beaded curtain, to Julia, ever again now.

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Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter’s bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter’s private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing the door quietly behind him. Geoffrey tiptoed across the darkened room, his wing tips squeaking slightly as he did.

Geoffrey was barely visible in the room with his deep chocolate complexion and is deep black butlers uniform he blended right into the darkness. The white of his shirt and his white gloves seemed to be traveling through the air on their own. A small crack of light shone under the bathroom door. Geoffrey was cursing his luck as he made his way through the room. He had hoped to take care of this matter earlier in the day while Peter was in classes at the local university. However, Peter chose today to stay home and cut all his classes.

It made Geoffrey mad to think of just how spoiled Peter was, or rather Master Peter as he was forced to call the spoiled eighteen-year-old brat. Peter didn’t care about an education but his father told Peter that if he opted not to go to college he would have to get a job and there was no way Peter was going to do that so he signed up as a communications major. But he only went to classes when felt like it and today he did not feel like going. Therefore Geoffrey was unable to sneak into the youth’s room and replace the money he had taken.

It was the first time that Geoffrey had ever taken money from anyone in the house in all the fourteen years that he had worked for the Sullivan family and he felt horrible that he had done it now, but he had no choice. His father had needed a prescription filled. He had neglected to tell Geoffrey that he was on his last pill and it was vital that the prescription be filled right away. Geoffrey’s father’s memory was not what it once was so Geoffrey at age thirty-four was forced to take on the added role of caretaker. Normally Geoffrey would have just asked Mr. Sullivan for an advance and he would have given it without any argument but Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan were on a cruise and he had no way to get in touch with them right away.

He had considered asking Master Peter for the money but decided against it. How he hated having to call the boy Master Peter but out of respect and tradition this is what was done. The domestic referred to the young men of the house as Master. However, Geoffrey knew that when he referred to the young man as Master Peter it gave the youth great delight. He knew that the boy hated him and saw him more as his possession than a person so when he referred to Peter as Master it made the spoiled youth feel as though his ‘boy’ was being kept in line and that thought turned Geoffrey’s stomach.

Ever since he was a small boy Peter seemed to take great delight in making Geoffrey’s life miserable. Even as a five year old when Geoffrey would wax the floors Peter would come in just as he finished and track mud all over the floors causing Geoffrey the have to do the whole chore over again. He’d then look at Geoffrey with a sarcastic smile and say, ‘Soooooorrrryy, Geoffrey’. Through out the years Peter took every chance he got to make the poor man’s life a nightmare so Geoffrey knew if he’d asked to borrow the cash Peter would delight in the fact that the poor black butler had to come to his white Master Peter for the money. And even after he was forced to beg, Peter still wouldn’t give him the money.

So, even though he knew it was wrong Geoffrey took the money from Peter’s dresser while he was out and had intended to replace it today when he got his pay and Peter was in classes. Since Peter cut classes Geoffrey never got the chance but when Peter announced that he would be skipping dinner and going out with friends he knew he had to replace the cash right away. If Peter found the money missing he would surely blame Geoffrey. Peter blamed him for everything using him as a scape-goat based on his skin color. And Geoffrey couldn’t be out of work so he had no choice but to sneak in while Peter showered.

The butler stood in front of the dresser and pulled the top drawer open slowly with his left hand. In his right he held a fifty-dollar bill to replace the one he had taken. All of a sudden the bathroom door opened and light came pouring into the room–in walked Peter wrapped in a small blue towel that came mid-way down his thighs. His blond hair was tousled but not wet. Apparently Geoffrey had not waited long enough and Peter had not yet gotten into the shower.

Peter glared at Geoffrey as he flipped on the light. They were quite a contrast in appearance. Peter stood 6’4′ his skin was a smooth creamy white and his build was muscular with broad shoulders and a sculpted chest that tapered into a 32 inch waist. With a six pack of abs. His thighs were thick and meaty as was his ass. His arms were strong and manly even at the age of eighteen. And most of his big muscular frame was on display as he stood there on his small towel.

Geoffrey one the other hand stood only 5’8′ and had a dark Chocolate brown complexion. His frame was much more slight than Peter’s, not scrawny but lean and defined. He had a small 30-inch waist that ballooned out in the back to form a massive well-rounded ass. Truth be told his ass was not in proportion with the rest of his body, it was way too large. It stuck so far out in back the tails on his butler’s uniform split open in the back allowing his round buttocks to peak out the middle. Although Geoffrey stood there completely dressed and sixteen years older than Peter, who was practically naked, he felt like a naughty child about to be reprimanded.

‘What the fuck are you doing, Geoffrey?’ Peter demanded to know.

‘Aaahhh…Nothing Peter…Uh I mean Master Peter. I was just…Well…’

‘It looks like you were stealing from me, Geoffrey. I know that your people are dishonest but I thought that after all these years we could trust you.’

Geoffrey gulped back the reply that he wanted to give, ‘Which was go fuck yourself you racist ass hole!’ and instead proceeded to present his case. ‘I’m sorry Master Peter. I needed the money to fill a prescription for my father and I borrowed it. I was returning it is all. I am very sorry. I know I was wrong and it will never happen again.’

‘I know it won’t Geoffrey because when my parents get back and I tell them what you have done my father will fire you.’

‘No! Master Peter please!’ urged Geoffrey.

‘Or maybe I should call the police and tell them that I caught the help stealing,’ taunted Peter.

‘No, don’t do that. I’m sorry. Please forgive me!’ Geoffrey begged his big lower lip quivering as he did so.

Peter put his hands on his waist and walked across the room. He was inches from the butler’s face as he looked down into his dark brown eyes. Geoffrey gulped as Peter’s intimidation tactics took effect. Peter walked around Geoffrey and looked him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He took special notice of the way the older man’s backside pushed out against the tails of his uniform. ‘You’ve got a big ass, Geoffrey. Do you know that?’ snarled Peter.

Confused Geoffrey replied, ‘Yes, Master Peter. I know that.’

‘No, I mean it’s enormous,’ taunted Peter. ‘Way too big for the rest of your body. It’s ridiculously large. Many of you people have those fat asses don’t they, Geoffrey?’

Once again the butler resisted the urge to tell off this spoiled teen and simply said, ‘Yes, I suppose that is so. I have always had a rather large behind. No matter what I do I can’t get rid of it.’

Once again Peter Sullivan was staring directly into Geoffrey’s eyes when he said, ‘ I think I know of a way that you can make up for what you have done and then we can keep this incident between us.’

Glad that Peter had once again changed the subject from the size of his ass and he was going to let go of the issue of the money Geoffrey jumped at his words, ‘Yes, whatever you say Master Peter.’

Peter rubbed his large meaty hands together as he said, ‘Well taking money from me was wrong and my father taught me that when you’ve done wrong you must be punished. Do you remember how I was punished when I was a child?’

At that point Geoffrey’s spirits feel. He saw that Peter was not going to let the issue of the money go that easily and even worse he now understood why Peter had changed the subject to the size of his ass. The next words Peter spoke confirmed this. ‘I think that you need your fat ass spanked Geoffrey, so that you will learn that what you have done is wrong.’

‘Peter, no please!’

‘Excuse me. What did you call me?’ sneered Peter.

”I’m sorry. Master Peter. I was just shocked please can’t we work this out another way.’ Though even as he spoke these words Geoffrey knew that Peter would never let him off the hook now. Peter took too much delight in humiliating the poor man and this was the ultimate humiliation.

‘I could call the police,’ replied Peter as he sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Geoffrey to stand before him. As Peter sat his hairy nuts and his dick popped out and was clearly visible to the other man. The butler was shocked at how small Peter’s cock was when the rest of him was so big. Geoffrey knew he had no choice. He made his way slowly to the bed and stood before Peter hanging his head in shame. Peter reached up and placed his hands on the older black mans waist and went to unbutton his uniform pants.

Geoffrey gasped, ‘Wait! What are you doing?’

Disgusted Peter answered, ‘I’m lowering your pants. You can’t be spanked with them on.’

‘Please if we have to do this can’t you at least let me have some pride? Please don’t do humiliate me further. Show some sympathy’

‘I thought I was be not calling the police,’ replied Peter. ‘Now you can let me take down your pants and spank you or I can call the police. Your choice–decide.’

Humbled and humiliated Geoffrey whispered, ‘Please, spank me.’

‘What?’ Peter leaned in cranking his neck pretending that he couldn’t hear the reply.

Geoffrey repeated louder, ‘Spank me. Take down my pants and spank me.’ He had no pride left at this point.

Peter laughed as he reached up and undid the butler’s pants and pushed them down to his knees. Then Peter’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw the massive bulge in Geoffrey’s skimpy red silk underwear. Peter was shocked to see just how big a package the older man had. He had always heard that black men were well hung but never would have guessed that Geoffrey was so blessed. And for a brief moment he almost had a new respect for Geoffrey but that was short lived as he laughed again–this time at Geoffrey’s choice of underwear. ‘Nice underwear–very skimpy and silky. Do they make you feel like a pretty woman?’ teased Peter.

Humiliated Geoffrey replied, ‘No, Master Peter. I just like the way they feel.’

Again the sadistic teen laughed, ‘Whatever you say. Now step out of those pants and get over my knee.’

Giving a hard mean look Geoffrey bend at the waist and began to step out of his pants. As he did Peter caught the butler’s reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. As the Geoffrey bent over the tails of his uniform jacket split wide open exposing a full round bare black ass. Peter took note of this as Geoffrey stood back up asking, ‘Just what the fuck are you wearing? Turn around.’

The black man blushed as he did as instructed. His ass was so large the even standing upright his ass pushed the slit down the middle of his jacket wide open and showed part of his flesh mounds. ‘Lift the back of you jacket and shirt’, ordered Peter. Without a word Geoffrey did as instructed. He lifted the shirt and jacket high enough to show the Sullivan boy that he was wearing a red silk thong and that is why his ass was exposed. His meaty cheeks swallowed the string of his thong and seemed to be munching on his skimpy choice of under garment.

Peter fell back on the bed, his towel rising up exposing his small penis and roared with laughter, ‘A thong! Oh, Geoffrey that’s hysterical. I would never have guessed. Now get that fat black ass over here and get over my knee.’

Geoffrey lowered his shirt and jacket and made his way over to where Peter sat on the bed. He then draped himself over the eighteen year olds lap adjusting his package so that is it was between the youths legs still encased in his thong. The black man looked and felt ridiculous wearing wing tips, black nylon socks and sock garters with a red bright red thong and the remainder of his butler’s uniform draped over the lap of his employer’s teen-age son. But what choice did he have?

Peter looked down at Geoffrey’s massive chocolate colored ass checks. He always knew that Geoffrey had a large ass but seeing it bare for the first time it looked even larger and Peter found himself wondering how the man every found pants to fit over not only his fat ass but his huge dong as well. Peter ran his hands along Geoffrey’s smooth posterior and was shocked at how firm it felt but still with a little bit of bounce and jiggle. Sort of like Jell-O though Peter as he raised his had high in the air and brought it down hard on the butler’s left buttock. ‘Slap!’ The sound seemed to echo through the room. Geoffrey flinched and clenched his ass.

Peter began to alternate checks from left to right and then back again spanking the poor butler harder with each stroke. Geoffrey’s ass was raised high in the air ready to take each slap. His ass looked like two round over sized loaves of pumpernickel bread. Peter was really getting into things now. How he enjoyed putting the older black man in his place and this was the perfect humiliation. Geoffrey tried his best to hide the fact that his ass was stinging. He didn’t want to give Master Peter the satisfaction of knowing it hurt but as the assault on his phat ass continued it became hard to hide his obvious discomfort.

Soon Geoffrey’s legs were kicking and flailing about trying in a vain attempt to fight off the pain.

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

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

Geoffrey was starting to whimper which caused Peter to laugh a little. The domestics black hindquarters were starting to show a nice pink glow. It was faint but it was there and the Sullivan boy was not going to stop until both cheeks were a bright red. By this point Geoffrey had given up the hope of keeping even a small amount of pride by not submitting to the pain. His legs kicked wildly and he was no longer whimpering but actually screaming with each swat to his monstrous ass globes.

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

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

All of a sudden Peter stopped spanking and ordered Geoffrey to his feet. It took the butler a moment or two to be able to stand but finally he did facing Peter. ‘Okay Geoffrey now I think you need to remove your thong for the remainder of your spanking. I don’t want to miss a spot,’ snarled Peter.

‘Please, no. Do I have to Master Peter? My entire backside is bared to you in my thong. Please allow me this one last piece of modesty. Given me a chance to hold on to some dignity.’

While it was true that Peter could reach every spot he needed to even if the thong remained one the simple fact was he wanted to humiliate the butler even further. Peter began slowly, ‘If you don’t remove the thong I will be forced to call the police and report the fact that I caught you stealing. In that case you will be arrested and out of a job. Not to mention that the spanking you already received will have been in vain. So what will it be?’

The butler was amazed but not shocked at Peter’s level of cruelty. Without saying a word he placed his thumbs in the waistband of his silk thing and pulled it from his body while averting his eyes away from the cruel teens face. His massive penis and low hanging shaved balls feel free between his legs and swung back and forth from the sheer weight of them. His cock snaked down his thighs to just a few inches above his knee. This time Peter let out an audible gasp that even Geoffrey heard. Peter was absolutely in awe of the black man’s dick. Peter was by no means gay, but had spent his life playing sports and had been in many a locker room and had seen many a cock but Geoffrey’s was by far the largest. He was amazed at how much darker the skin on the butlers dick was compared to the rest of him. The head was a big bulbous mushroom shape and his ball sack appeared to house two tennis balls. And the size of his penis was incredible. Like nothing Peter Sullivan had ever seen before. He guessed it to be about 9.5 inches and it was at least as thick as the fat end of a bottle of beer and it was still completely soft.

After hearing Master Peter gasp he knew that the teen was impressed with the size of his manhood and through all his shame he found some glory. For once he had something that Peter wished was his. But this was something that was his and his alone and Peter could not have it. The black man looked at Peter sitting on the edge of his bed in his small towel legs spread wide revealing his own organ. It was as small as Geoffrey’ was large. Geoffrey had to stifle a grin.

But of course as always the butler’s joy was short lived as Peter saw him looking at his dick. Suddenly the eighteen year old was self-conscious and tried to pull the towel down to cover himself. ‘What are you looking at? Are you a faggot Geoffrey?!’

‘No, sir, Master Peter, sir. I wasn’t looking at anything.’

‘Yeah right I saw you looking at my cock. I bet you are gay. It makes sense now–your skimpy girlie under wear. Your perfectly shaved balls and groomed pubes and now your staring at my cock!’ Peter knew this was untrue even as he said it but he also knew that it would offend Geoffrey to question his manhood. Feeling inadequate Peter then added, ‘Anyway mine gets much bigger when its hard so don’t think you have something special there between your legs. Anyway, I wouldn’t want a cock the size of yours. The thing’s so big it looks like a horse dick! It’s unnatural.’

Both men knew this was a lie. Peter’s dick didn’t get much bigger and he’d give anything to have a cock the size of Geoffrey’s. And of course the butler knew that now Master Peter would take out his frustration about the size of his small penis on his big round ass.

‘Shit you are like some freak!’ snapped Peter. ‘You have a donkey’s dick and that ass. I have no idea where that came from. It’s fucking abnormal how big it is. Now get the fat ass back over my lap so we can complete your punishment.’

The black man just hung his head and said, ‘Yes, sir I know its big. I’m sorry Master Peter.’

The butler adjusted himself over the teens lap once again this time he had more trouble trying to adjust his cock now that it was not encased in the thong. As he lay there his cock ran down Peter’s leg. Now Peter was really gonna teach the older man a lesson.

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

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

Peter was going faster than before. Geoffrey’s ass was still burning from his last spanking so it didn’t take long for him to feel the pain this time. He began screaming louder than before begging for some mercy. His legs were kicking and his huge cock and balls swung back and forth like a pendulum rubbing against Peter’s leg as they did so. This only enraged Peter more. The snotty brat who had everything was jealous of Geoffrey’s manhood and would punish him now not only for stealing but also for being better endowed than he was.

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

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

Geoffrey could hold back no longer the pain was too intense and Peter would not let up. Finally he allowed himself to just let go. He felt the tears forming in his eyes and the then began to pour down his ebony cheeks. His large black lower lip jutted out exposing the pink inside of his mouth. At thirty-four years of age he had been reduced to a small blubbering child by and eighteen year old brat that he had helped raise.

Peter continued to spank watching how Geoffrey’s ass turned from black to black with a twinge of pink to black with a bright red glow. With each smack the black man’s ass jiggle ever so slightly. His ass mounds seemed to dance as the punishment continued relentlessly. Then Peter stopped and ran his hand along the well-spanked backside of the domestic.

Again he ordered Geoffrey to his feet. The butler stood facing Peter the tears still streaming down his face. Then Peter ordered his to go stand in the corner and face the wall.

Through his tears Geoffrey pleaded, ‘Please no!’

‘You know the alternative Geoffrey now do it and don’t you dare turn around until I say you may.’

Dejected Geoffrey slumped over to the corner. He was still wearing the upper half of his butler’s uniform and the tails rubbing against his newly spanked backside hurt like hell. He stood in the corner facing the wall feeling stupid but not wanting Peter to call the police.

‘Ok,’ Peter said, ‘Now I want you to open the split in the back of you jacket so that your fat ass is completely exposed. Then keep your hands at your sides.’

Geoffrey didn’t even argue. He just pulled the tails of his uniform over to each side of his ass so his over stuffed cushions came popping out the split in the middle. His checks were so big that they held the jacket in place and showed all his ass. He left his hands fall at his sides and just stood there. Behind him he could hear Peter moving around the room doing something but he wasn’t sure what. As much as he wanted to turn he didn’t dare or Peter would get pissed off and who knows what he’d do next so the black man just stood there hoping this would all end soon. All of a sudden Geoffrey heard a click and saw a quick flash of light, then another. What was going on he wondered.

Then Peter ordered Geoffrey to keep his body facing the wall so his ass was to Peter but to look back over his shoulders that Peter could see his face. Confused Geoffrey did as instructed. Tears were still streaming down his face and his large lower lip quivering as he did. As soon as his head was turned in Peter’s direction there was another click and a flash of light but in the instant before the flash momentarily blinded him he saw the camera that Master Peter was holding. The butler got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized that the snooty eighteen year old was taking picture of his well-spanked backside.

‘Okay Geoffrey you may dress and go back to work now.’

The butler turned and faced Peter, wiping the tears from his eyes. ‘Thank-you Master Peter. May I ask what you intend to do with those pictures you took?’

Peter looked at him thoughtfully and replied, ‘That depends on you.’

‘On me?’

‘Yes, not only do I have pictures of you from behind but also I have one with your face in it. I guess what I’m getting at is this. I own you now Geoffrey. You will do exactly as I say when I say the way I say. If you comply the pictures will never be seen by another living soul. If you disobey or step out of line I will post them on the Internet for the world to see your big fat spanked ass. Understood?’

Geoffrey realized a new hatred for this spoiled punk. He knew that Master Peter had him right where he wanted him. He had no choice but to say, ‘Yes, Master Peter I understand.’ It was at that point Geoffrey realized that the words ‘Master Peter’ took on a whole new meaning. For years Geoffrey knew that Peter loved having him refer to him as Master. But now it was no longer just a term of respect now Peter truly was Geoffrey’s Master and Geoffrey would have to bow to his every whim. Geoffrey shuddered at this thought as he dressed and hurried out of the eighteen year olds room wondering what Peter would have in store for him next. He was certain of one thing this was not the end but only the beginning.

The End

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Growing up all I ever heard was, ‘As long as you live under my roof you’ll do as I say, young man!’ Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I’d have to lie across his lap and take some hard swats on my brief covered ass. Eventually he’d pull down my briefs exposing my round bare ass completely. He’d then go to work spanking my bare butt–usually until he brought me to tears. He always said that when I started to cry he knew he had broken my will.

So you can understand how glad I was when I got my own place. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I want and didn’t have to answer to anyone. Don’t misunderstand I love my Father. He did a fine job raising me on his own after Mom died. But it was time to be on my own. Now maybe he’d treat me like an adult.

Well, I couldn’t have been out of Dad’s house more than six months when I got the call. Dad was having the house painted and would need a place to stay for the week. I was a little annoyed. I mean I was finally getting to live my own life and now Dad was gonna come and cramp my style. But he had given up so much for me when I was growing up what could I do. I had no choice so I said, ‘Yes’

The first day Dad was there he told me to just live my life as normal and pretend he wasn’t there. He said he didn’t want to be in the way. That’s when I made some off handed joke about him being under my roof and having to follow my rules. You can imagine my surprise when he stopped, thought about it for a second, then nodded his head and said, ‘Yes, Son I guess your right. Now it’s my turn to toe the line.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All my life I had dreamt of turning the tables on Dad and spanking his beefy ass. I have to say my Father is one attractive man. He is forty-three years old with slight flecks of gray sprinkled through his otherwise dark brown hair. Piercing blue eyes. He stands about 6’2′ and is in excellent physical shape. He worked out religiously and it showed in his 30′ waist and 42′ chest. And below his waist was a perfectly round ass just right for spanking…WOH what was I doing thinking like this. After all this is my Father. I would never get to spank him. ‘Snap out of it Kevin,’ I told myself.

The week went along quit nicely and I forgot all about the comment Dad made his first day here. It was on the third day when I was reminded of it again. I was working at a local department store at the time and not making a lot of money but my review was coming up so I was going out of my way to do little things to be noticed. One of these things was to be sure not to be late for work like so many of my coworkers were.

As I previously mentioned, Dad works out a lot. Part of his routine is to go jogging in the morning. He was still out on his jog when I was ready to head out to work so I left a note telling him I’d see him tonight. When I got out to the driveway I realized that Dad’s car was blocking me in. So I ran back into the house to get Dad’s keys so I could move his car. But they weren’t on the nightstand next to his wallet where he usually keeps them. ‘Damn!’, I cursed out loud. Now I was gonna be late.

I waited for Dad to come back. When he finally did 45 minutes later I was furious, ‘Dad where were you!’ I asked him.

‘I ran into some buddies. What’s the big deal? Why aren’t you at work?’ he asked.

‘Because your car is blocking me in! Now I’m late and it’s all your fault!’

‘You’re right, Son. I guess I screwed up. I’m sorry. And after you were nice enough to let me stay under your roof.’ That’s when it hit me. Dad did screw up while staying ‘under my roof’. That was grounds for punishment. This was exactly the kind of thing I used to get spanked for. And was I just imagining things or was that a smile on Dad’s face? NO, I had to be imagining that.

I wasn’t so worried about being late anymore but decided to play it up anyway. ‘That was irresponsible of you Dad! When I was living with you that’s the sort of thing I would have gotten spanked for!’

‘You’re right, Son, it is,’ he responded hanging his head low.

‘Well, what do you think I should do?’

‘Whatever you think is fair, Kevin.’

I couldn’t believe it this was finally my chance. ‘I think it’s time I taught you the way you always taught me. Strip to your underwear! Hands at your sides!’

Dad did as he was told. He was still covered in sweat from his jog. First he peeled off his soaking wet tank top. Then he dropped his little blue running shorts to the ground. He now stood before me arms at his side, head hung low wearing only his sneakers and a pair of tiny white bikini briefs that barely looked big enough to keep him in. The briefs were drenched in sweat, which made them almost transparent. Was I imaging things or was Dad getting hard?

As he stood there before me I lectured him the same way he had done to me so many times before. I then ordered him across my lap. He complied without an argument. As he lay across my lap I got a good look at his perfectly shaped ass straining against the thin confines of his briefs. I raised my hand and SMACK!!! My hand came down hard on his ass. When I did I heard my Father moan in pain and watched his full meaty bottom bounce in my lap.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Over and over I took turns first on the left check then on the right. I couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream come true; here I was spanking my own Father for being bad. As he wiggled in my lap his briefs started to ride up his ass exposing more of his beautiful bottom to me. SMACK!!! I was gonna take full advantage of this.

‘All right Dad, stand up.’ I ordered.

He did so and as he did there was no doubt that he had a full-scale erection. I yanked his small briefs down practically ripping them from his muscular body. As I did his hard dick poked out at me. He just stood there–hands at his sides making no attempt to cover himself. And I made no attempt to disguise the fact that I was looking. I then told him to get back over my knee. I instructed him to stick his large butt out for me again.

He obeyed and I started in on him again this time bare-assed. He started to man and squirm uncontrollably–kicking his feet and begging for mercy. ‘Please, Son. I’ll be good. Please, go easy on me.’

Then I used his own words on him, ‘As long as your under my roof you’ll do as I say.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Dad’s ass went from a creamy white to a glowing red in no time. Then it happened Dad lost control and began to cry like a baby. ‘I’m sorry, Son. I truly am. Please forgive me.’

I stopped spanking and had him stand before me with tears in his eyes and arms at his side. As he stood there I told him as long as he was under my roof he’d have to toe the line and accept his punishment. I asked him if he understood and he said ‘yes’. I then warned him that if it happened again he’d get it worse.

Dad was good the rest of the week but he did come to stay with me on many more occasions in the future. And on each of these occasions I always took the chance to remind him that, ‘When you’re under my roof you go by my rules.’ But I’ve never heard him complain.

The End

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Gabe had had many strange photography assignments for the eccentric, but very rich Mr. R, an avid collector or erotica, but this was perhaps the most challenging. The money was better than good, however, and when he’d put a little thought into it, Gabe saw little problem in the execution of the assignment. It was something different. He might even enjoy it.

When Ms. Tulip came off the stage at the Bourbon Street female impersonators’ club and swished into her dressing room that Saturday night, Gab was waiting for her. The meta hunk had worn a muscle shirt barely covering the firm bulges of his torso and a silky pair of shorts that barely held the bulge of his ten thick inches. So, when he asked her if she’d come pose for him for photos, her quick answer was, ‘Honey, you can take me anywhere you want and do anything you want to me.’ She would have cause to reconsider that comment.

They went straight out to the alley and Ms. Tulip hiked up behind Gabe on his motorcycle, stiletto heels and all. ‘She’ wrapped her arms around Gabe and hugged him tight. By the time they reached the plantation house on the Mississippi, Ms. Tulip had fully examined every curve and hard muscle of Gabe’s torso under his muscle shirt and had determined for herself that everything in that bulging basket at his crotch was the real deal. She was purring when they stopped in front of the old mansion.

Gabe had a room set up with still cameras pointing from different angles at a floodlit ivory chaise lounge backed by a white curtain. These cameras were set to automatically fire off photos at seven-second intervals. He had another handheld camera for close-up shots.

Ms. Tulip hadn’t liked the idea that Gabe wanted to photograph her as she was rather than the image she wanted to display, but she made only one demand in compensation as she stripped down to black silk net stockings, garter belt, and stiletto heels and wrapped herself in a red silk lounging robe.

‘If I show it all, Dear Boy, you must as well. I want you to be nude for the photo session as well.’

And then, when Gabe had stripped down, her response was. ‘Holy, Mother, Jesus, Joseph, Herod, and Pilate, you stud you. Is it legal to be as beautiful and big . . . everywhere . . . as you are? Love the rings in the ear, nipples, and navel, and, Oh my God, there too. Come to Momma, you horse-hung beauty, you. I gotta have me some of that, Baby.’

‘Photo shoot,’ Gabe answered. ‘Concentrate, woman. You can keep the pout if you want, but drape yourself on the chaise, please. Back to me. Yes, like that. Robe off your shoulders and look back at me. Yes, just like that. A beautiful woman; soft shoulders, beautiful face, brunette hair flowing down your back. Work it for me, and I’ll work it for you.’

Click, click went the cameras.

‘Okay, same position, but let the robe all the way down to your waist. Beautiful rounded shoulders tapering down to that tiny waist, and glowing, golden tan skin. Right.’

Click, click, click.

‘Half turn around, now. Show that nice perky tit. Yes, that’s nice. Now full around and lean back into the chaise. Arch your back to me; give me a full frontal on those nice tits. Now, fingers to tits and work them. Luscious red nails against the glowing skin and big, pink taut nipples. Wonderful. Make love to the camera.’

Click, click, click.

‘I’d rather make love to you, Sweet Cakes,’ Ms. Tulip said, as she blew Gabe a kiss. ‘You’re making me all hot and bothered, Honey. Come over here and cool Ms. Tulip off, won’t you?’

Gabe just laughed. ‘Now, move your hands slowly down your torso and slit the robe so that we can see the nice long line of your legs in those silk stockings.’

Click, click, click.

‘Yes, that’s nice. That’s hot!’

‘I sure can see that, Honeybun,’ Ms. Tulip purred. ‘Don’t look now, but you’re getting hard. I can take care of that. Although I may need help from the rest of the girls in the show, because I’ve never seen such a big and thick one.’

‘OK, now, slowly open the robe the other way. Show the cock.’

‘Sweetie, Ms. Tulip doesn’t like to show Mr. Albert. He destroys the illusion.’

‘Depends on what illusion you want to make. It was a deal. I stripped down, and you show it all.’

‘Oh, very well,’ and Ms. Tulip slowly uncovered ‘her’ cock, although then ‘she’ arched ‘her’ back even more, trying to draw the attention of the camera back to the melon-sized breasts that had cost her so much effort and a small fortune to acquire.

Gabe started clicking away with his handheld camera, coming closer and closer to Ms. Tulip until he was straddling the chaise at the level of her hips and taking close-ups of her beautiful woman’s face and those nice breasts.

Ms. Tulip writhed sensually below him. She reached up and took his huge cock in both of her hands. ‘Ooooh, uncut. And that divine gold ring in the foreskin. Wonderful.’ She slid the loose foreskin off and on the bulbous head of his cock, and his eight-inch half hard stiffened right up and went to a full ten inches as he clicked away with his camera. Some of his shots were straight down his flat belly to the hand job Ms. Tulip was giving him. But then she pulled his hips up and had those big ruby-red lips opening wide. She slid the foreskin off the helmet of his cock and took the head in up to the rim and sucked and tongued him there.

Click, click, click.

Gabe pulled the robe off her back and turned her over on her belly.

‘Up on all fours, he said. Rest the side of your head on the top of the chaise and look into the camera over there. Show it how much you are enjoying this.’

He widened the stance of her legs and gave her breasts a little pat, sending them shimmering as they hung down from Ms. Tulip’s chest. Her dangling cock could also be seen by the camera. Gabe pushed her butt cheeks apart and kissed and tongued her asshole for a few minutes. She wiggled her butt and sighed and moaned for him.

Click, click, click.

He got out a tube of KY and lubricated her ass real well and then slicked down his own cock with the lubricant. Then he took up a six-inch length of small beads and attached them to the ring in his cock.

Click, click, click.

‘What’s that, Sweetie?’ she asked.

‘Pearls. Every woman loves her pearls.’

‘Well, I don’t . . . Oh, my Gawd!’

He had come up close behind her and entered her to the rim of his glans.

‘Oh, you big, big, naughty boy,’ she moaned. ‘God, I’ve never had it this big. And that ring. I can feel that ring. Oh, I love this.’

Gabe worked his way in a couple of inches. The cameras caught the shine of the ruby-red lipstick encircling his cock head and the beads as they disappeared into Ms. Tulip’s ass. Ms. Tulip was writhing around, her tits and cock quavering.

‘Ahhh. That ring and those beads,’ she moaned. ‘Nobody’s given it to me this good.’ She rotated her butt in appreciation.

Click, click, click.

Six thick inches in, and Ms. Tulip was moaning and grunting. She had her knees off the chaise now and she was standing on the floor straddling the chaise, her stilettos digging into the carpet, and trying to get her ass canal as open as possible.

Eight inches and Gabe had stopped drilling to do some slow pumping at this depth. Ms. Tulip’s tits were jiggling as her chest and belly heaved. He was still holding a good two inches in reserve, and he undulated his hips, rotating his cock in her hole and dragging the golden ring and the string of beads around her ass canal walls. She was giving little yipping sounds. Her cock was standing at attention, and she was stroking herself off.

‘Yes, yes. Fuck me deep. And, Honey, those beads are driving me crazy. I’m going to have an orgasm!’ And she did.

Click, click, click.

Nine inches and Ms. Tulip had adjusted. Her eyes were dreamy, swimming in Gabe’s precum, which had given her an energy boost. It had helped widen her ass canal and strengthened her to take him deep. She arched her back up and managed to swing an arm around his neck and bring his lips to hers. She was stroking her cock, which was hardening again. Gabe cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking her big nipples, as he kissed her deeply. Her knees and arms buckled. Without losing purchase in her hole, Gabe brought her down on the chaise on her side, stretched in front of his body. His pelvis was cuddled under her buttocks. He had his left arm under her chest, with his hand still cupping and squeezing a breast and his right hand was lifting a long, lean mesh-stocking leg in the air and pointing the toes of her stiletto heels toward a corner of the ceiling.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Side-split pumping her at the depth of nine and a half, and then over ten inches. She was sighing and purring for him. Deep strokes, almost pulling out all the way and then plunging back in to the hilt and undulating his hips in rhythm with hers.

Click, click, click.

Gabe pulled out and flipped her over on her back before he came all over her breasts. He slowly licked his cum off of her melons as she moaned her satiated pleasure.

After that, Gabe rose from the chaise, gathered the wilting body of Ms. Tulip up, walked out into the hall, and mounted the stairs to the second floor.

‘Where we going, Hon?’ Ms. Tulip murmured in his ear, not sounding as if she really cared where they were going, her free hand tracing the star-burst tattoo encircling his nipple.

‘Your evening’s not over, Sport,’ Gabe answered. ‘Mr. R wants to meet and greet you. He’s got a few tricks to show you.’

‘Loved the pearl beads,’ was Ms. Tulip’s only response, as they mounted the wide staircase toward the candlelight flickering through the open door at the top of the stairs.

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