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Sweat poured down First Lieutenant Sam Kerry’s face as he hefted himself up for his last pull-up. The early morning heat was intense, considering the sun had not even poked its head over the horizon, and the humidity hung so thick in the air that Sam almost felt like he was swimming. The heat and humidity were a fact of life in this OCONUS location, though, and Sam figured he damn well better get used to it.

As Sam dropped from the pull-up bar, something caught his attention across the dusty, dimly lit Physical Training (PT) field. Fifty meters away stood someone he had never seen before, and upon second look, this was someone Sam was more than happy to look at.

Whomever he was – this guy was a sight to see; Sam guessed he was about 6’2, with strawberry blond hair short-cropped hair, thick arms, a handsome face, and a sharp jawline.

1LT Kerry’s unit was due a new field grade officer, and Sam hoped this beautiful man was him. Sam quickly adjusted his PT pants and broke his lingering gaze – pitching a full tent during PT was more noticeable than fireworks on the fourth of July – so he had to be careful.
The other man made eye contact as Sam attempted to look anywhere but in his direction. The man smiled and jogged in Sam’s direction.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Sam thought to himself, “having a woody in front of the new officer isn’t going to be a great impression.” Sam said a silent prayer to the patron saint of erections that he adjusted his bulge into the elastic band of his tight black PT shorts well enough.

“You must be Lieutenant Kerry. The Sergeant over there said I should speak with you,” the man intoned in a thick, rich voice with a mid-western accent. I am the new Major – Major Condley, Matthew Condley, and I’ll be filling in for Major Waltins as he heads off to resident CGSC.” The man said with a wide grin, extending his hand for a handshake.

Instinctively Lieutenant Kerry reached out his hand – Major Condley’s hand grip was firm; through the dim, fluorescent light, Sam could make out what looked like forearms covered in thick strawberry-blond hair. Major Condley’s blue eyes met Lieutenant Kerry’s in a way that said this man had confidence to spare.

“Crap on a stick,” Sam thought to himself, “this guy is going to be trouble for me.” Sam could feel his heart racing, beads of sweat forming on his forehead that had nothing to do with the morning’s heat, as his mind grasped at something to say that would not make him look like a damn fool.

“Uh, welcome to the unit, Sir,” Lieutenant Kerry stammered as he secretly drank in more of the man’s features – especially Major Condley’s firm chest, which clamored for a closer inspection by Sam. Upon closer look, the Lieutenant could also see thick, muscular calves and thigh muscles that strained the tight, black physical fitness shorts the Major was wearing.

“Meet me after physical training. I would like you to show me around the unit and point me in the direction of S1 so I can finish my in-processing.” Major Condley exclaimed, and with that, he sprinted back across the field.

Lieutenant Kerry couldn’t help but look at the Major’s ass as he strode off. Thankfully, the sun was now up, which helped LT Kerry enjoy every angle of Major Condley’s tight, well-muscled, symmetrical butt. Major Condley’s ass had just a bit of the shelf-like feature Sam went wild for, and the thickness made one cheek noticeably go up and the other down as Major Condley strode away.

“Squats and kettlebells are paying off for this guy,” LT Kerry thought to himself as he fought his imagination from running wild with what it’d be like to bury his face in Major Condley’s ass.
Forty-five minutes later, Sam hurried off the field towards the locker room facilities. Major Condley jogged up beside him. “Great PT session. Seems like guys are really motivated around here,” Major Condley announced.

“Yes, sir, this is a great unit. Morale is good – you probably won’t see us winding up on Army WTF moments. It keeps the work fun,” Sam responded, his confidence gaining steam with the Major.
“Sir, I’m going to hit the locker room to get showered and changed. Can we meet in 30 minutes by the flag pole to start your orientation? Sam asked.

“Shit, I suppose I need to shower too. Let me run to my truck and get my gym bag. 30 minutes is fine. Which way are the locker rooms? Major Condley inquired, “Look at me asking a lieutenant for direction,” Major Condley joked with a grin.

“The big brick building over there,” Sam pointed, “but then again, I guess it could be that building over there too – I usually find an NCO to guide me!” Sam quipped in response to the Major’s joke. The Major beamed and gave a deep lunged laugh. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, LT, a sense of humor is important in this line of work, and so is the confidence to deliver it.”

Sam couldn’t help but notice the Major’s magnetic smile and blinding straight white teeth.
“Lord help me – a smile like that is going to be the death of me.” Sam thought to himself.
Sam made his way to the locker room, trying to keep his mind under control. Any more thoughts of this handsome new field grade officer would cause him issues in the locker room.

“I better get in and out quickly if I don’t want to have an impromptu jousting competition with anyone.” he joked to himself. 

Sam rapidly wrapped the towel around his alabaster, taut skin and scurried towards the showers. As he rounded the corner, he cursed the Army’s antiquated facilities with their open-bay showers. If there was ever a time for individual showers, it was now.

He rinsed and scrubbed quickly in the steamy hot showers as he did his best to think about all the least sexually appealing images he could muster. Mercifully, there was hardly anyone in the showers this morning – less distractions. All he needed to do was avoid Major Condley in the locker room, and all would be well. Sam slammed the shower handle down and hurriedly patted down his dripping body. He was on his way out of the shower room when he noticed a shape moving toward him through the steam.

Major Condley stepped through the steam and into the surprisingly well-lit shower. Sam stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes took in the Major’s figure as discretely as possible.

Major Condley’s hairy, muscled chest glistened with sweat – the strawberry blond hair providing a light covering over his firm, pink nipples. The man’s torso wasn’t a six-pack, but it was clear the Major didn’t miss his ab exercises! Sam didn’t dare look directly at what interested him most. He sped up to pass the Major, averting his own gaze lest he doom himself with the insatiable curiosities that were waging war on both his heads – the one up top and the one below.

“See you outside, Sir,” Sam squeaked, hoping his voice didn’t sound as much like a chipmunk as he thought it did. Ten minutes later, the Major walked briskly up to Sam outside the locker room building.

“Am I imagining it, or is that a smirk,” Sam thought to himself as the Major stood in front of him.
“Interesting facilities at this base,” Major Condley intoned as the two officers started walking towards the personnel office, “those open showers are a relic.” 

“Yeah, they don’t leave much in the way of privacy,” Lieutenant Kerry proclaimed – a bit over-enthusiastically.

“Eh, the open shower bay concept never bothered me much, to be honest, “Major Condley started, “gives everyone a chance to see who in the unit is compensating if ya know what I mean. Besides, I’ve got nothing to hide.” Sam snuck a sideways glance at the Major as he tried to ascertain whether this was the usual macho, military bluster or if his imagination was getting the best of him. Major Condley’s blue eyes locked onto his, his gaze holding for a few extra seconds, even as the two officers navigated the uneven sidewalk.

Sam felt the sweat beads form on his forehead again, and his loins start to stir. “Well, looks like we reached the personnel office, LT – I can take it from here. Thanks.” Major Condley announced as he abruptly charged forward into the office, leaving Lieutenant Kerry in his wake – the Lieutenant’s mind racing, his thoughts spinning.

Weeks passed, and Sam saw a lot of the Major. The Major was cordial, but Sam didn’t detect any of the innuendo or electricity the Major had given off on the day they first met. Lieutenant Kerry was looking for any indication that there may be more at play, but so far, he was coming up short. Given the nature of the unit’s mission, its number of personnel was tiny compared to other units – just a handful of officers, enlisted, and local national staff, so he and the Major interacted frequently.

“Hell, even if there was an interest, with as small as this unit is, he’d be unlikely to risk doing anything to act on it, “Sam thought forlornly to himself, “Probably for the best anyway.”
Some time later, Lieutenant Kerry sat in his cubicle, attempting to type up a memo – truth be told, he was having difficulty concentrating, his constant horniness always demanding his attention. Sam was just about to get up and jerk off in the bathroom – a routine tactic for him to refocus – when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Lieutenant Kerry, glad I caught you here. I’d like to have you over for dinner. I wouldn’t ordinarily ask someone of your rank for a social event, but this unit is small and shockingly short of peer field-grade officers. Besides it’s part of my job as an officer is to mentor you, and this assignment is a unique place. I never asked, but I assume with the ring on your finger that you’re married – feel free to invite your wife if you’d like.” Major Condley stated with a radiant smile.

“Let me check with her,” Sam replied, “it would be nice to get some mentorship. I had a chance to look at your Officer Record Brief before you arrived at the unit, and it looks like you’ve had an impressive career, Sir!” 

“The Army has given me a lot of opportunities both personally and professionally, LT. It has allowed my wife and me to travel the world and have some truly unique experiences.” Major Condley replied earnestly.

“Speaking of your wife,” the Lieutenant started, “When does she arrive in country? I know you came ahead of her.”

“She won’t arrive for a few more months. The kids are finishing up school. I am sure she and your wife will get along great when she gets here – you know how military spouses are. Come on over at 1800.” The Major finished with an ephemeral smirk.

1800 couldn’t come soon enough for Sam. He didn’t know why he was so excited – Major Condley hadn’t given any true or obvious indication that he “played for both teams” or had any interest in Sam specifically.

“My imagination has run away on me before,” Lieutenant Kerry thought glumly to himself, “99.9% of the time, it only leads to disappointment.” It wasn’t like Sam would go over for dinner and end up in bed with him. “He’s married and acts straight as an arrow; a guy like that isn’t into guys, and even if he is, that doesn’t guarantee he’d be into me,” Sam thought, “A man can dream, though!’
Sam had known he was interested in guys since he was a kid. 

Growing up, he had a best friend that he would mess around with. Horseplay turned into fondling, which turned into sucking – even some earth-shatteringly good barebacking in his buddy’s tree house. Truthfully – Sam tried everything “on offer” with his friend and loved every second.

It wasn’t completely uncommon amongst guys growing up to experiment with each other – circle jerks happen more often than many realize. Add in all the homoeroticism of wrestling and skinny dipping, and adolescence can be rife male-on-male action. Unfortunately, most men grow out of it and go on to discover girls, stop their bisexual sides, or suppress their homosexuality altogether. Case and point – when Sam got to high school, the buddy he enjoyed messing around with since the 6th grade became religious, and all the fun stopped leaving Sam with no outlet to act on his interest in guys. Sam never shook those feelings, however. He loved the primal nature of being with men, the electricity of the sexual experience. There was no feeling like getting sweaty and primal with another dude.

Sure, Sam went to high school and dated girls. He went on to college, where he met his wife. He figured he’d get married, and his feelings toward guys would eventually taper off. He assumed he’d be getting so much sex with his hot wife that he wouldn’t have time to think about guys. Sam also figured that once kids came along, he’d have zero time even if he wanted to continue having fun with men. Now, here Lieutenant Kerry was, in his mid-20s, married, and hornier than ever – his feelings toward men weren’t going away, especially with Major Condley keeping Sam hot and bothered Sam stood nervously at Major Condley’s door. He rang the doorbell and rocked back and forth anxiously. Sweat trickled Sam’s forehead; his heart felt like it was going to rocket out of his chest.

“This is a mistake,” Sam thought to himself, “I shouldn’t have accepted the invite. Maybe I should fake an illness to leave early. I don’t want to get myself into trouble with these lusts.”
Within minutes the door swung open.

“Hey there, LT!’ Major Condley stated cheerfully. “C’mon in! The chicken is in the oven for another 30 minutes. You want a beer, and where is your better half?” “It smells great, Sir!” Sam proclaimed, his heart still racing.

“The chicken smells good, but damn Major Condley smells better.” Sam thought mischievously to himself, “He smells like a damn lumberjack but in all the right ways.”

“I’d love a beer, Sir!” Lieutenant Kerry rushed as he realized he still hadn’t answered the Major’s questions as he daydreamed about the Major’s scent, “and my wife couldn’t make it – she had other plans, unfortunately.” Lieutenant Kerry walked into the house behind Major Condley, staring at his ass the entire way into the kitchen.

“Bummer – I would have loved to meet your better half, but this makes it easier for us to talk business without boring anyone. I’m not as great a cook as the Mrs., but I’ve been known to whip up a tasty meal or two in my day. Have a seat. Relax. I’m not going to court-martial you here in the kitchen,” Major Condley said playfully.

The two made small talk and downed their beers until the oven beeped. After an hour of eating and talking about promotion rates, advanced schooling, and any number of other military-related items, their plates were empty.

“Well looks like this development session is wrapping up. Tell me more about your family life, LT. What does your wife do? Inquired Major Condley.

“We’ve been married for four years. No kids yet. Maybe at some point in the future, but we’re in no rush, “Sam explained, “and unsurprisingly, she has GS-job.”

“Ahh. There’s no hurry LT. Enjoy your kid-free years. Time goes fast, and when the kiddos come, things start to change in your marriage, Major Condley replied softly, “and congrats to your wife on finding a job – high-quality employment opportunities for military spouses are brutally hard to find. Let’s re-locate to the living room. I’m sure we can get the game on AFN.”

After an hour of sitting on the couch shooting-the-shit and a few beers later, Major Condley turned the subject back to marriage.

“Travel. See the world. Be spontaneous. I love my kids, but you sacrifice a lot when those little buggers come along.” He said. “Not to mention your personal life will start to change.”
“Personal life? What do you mean, Sir,” asked Sam.

“Oh, you know LT, I’m sure you’ve heard it before – your sex life.” The Major said shyly.
“Ahh – I have heard that one in the past. I figured we’d make it work; we have so far!” said Sam the blood rushed to his face as he realized too late what he just said. “Apologies, Sir! That was inappropriate of me to say.” Sam said, truly embarrassed.

“Wow, you’re redder than a tomato, man! Calm down – it’s not like I haven’t heard way worse during all these years in the military.” the Major started, “and you just wait! You think you’re going to have the sex frequency and intensity you do now, but you’ll be surprised how fast that can taper off.”

All this talk of sex had Sam’s pants bulging. He tried to shift his package covertly. God, he hoped that the Major didn’t notice. This guy outranked him, and he didn’t need any awkwardness.
“I’m getting another beer, LT. You want one?” Major Condley sat up and strode off to the kitchen.
Sam could hear him rummaging around the refrigerator. He looked up at the wall where pictures hung. Major Condley’s wife was a pretty lady and he looked stunningly handsome in all the photos.

The Major came striding back into the living room.

“Here you go, stud,” the Major said as he went to hand Sam another beer. Before the beer reached him though, it slipped out of the Major’s hand and fell into Sam’s lap. Instinctively, the Major reached for it. As he grabbed the beer, he brushed Sam’s very hard bulge. He pulled his hand back suddenly and said, “Sorry, LT, didn’t mean to reach into your crotch. I’ve had a few. One too many, probably.”

Now, it was the Major’s turn to blush.

Sam wondered if the Major had noticed his raging hard-on. The Major gave him a strange, quick glance but didn’t say anything.

“I’m fucking bored in here,” the Major stated abruptly. “Let’s go do something fun. You want to piss off the neighbors? He said loudly.

“How would we do that, Sir? Asked Sam.

“By hitting golf balls at their house off my back porch; that’s how!” he said with his infectious grin.
Before Sam knew it, they were both out on the back porch, beers in hand, setting up the golf tee. The bag of golf clubs stood behind them as the Major stepped up to take the first swing.

Swoosh! He connected with the ball and sent it flying over the fence into the neighbor’s yard. A few more hits, and he was dripping with sweat. Sam stepped in for his turn. He didn’t golf much, and his first hit was abysmal. His second hit wasn’t much better.

“Damn, LT, your form sucks. I see you don’t golf,” said the Major teasingly, “Stay right there, I’ll show you the proper form.”Major Condley stepped up behind Sam and wrapped his hands around him to grab the golf club.

“Man, you have to put your hips into it. Let me show you the motion. It is simple.” He said.
The Major stepped behind Sam, pressing close up against him. Sam could feel the heat radiating off the Major’s body. The Major gave a few quick instructions but didn’t seem weird about being so close to Sam. Sam hit a few more balls. His form improved, but he liked having the Major pressed up so close to him. The next three balls he purposefully smashed with horrible form.

“Shit, Sir, I’m sucking again, can you show me the right form one more time?” said Sam coolly and innocently.

“God dammit LT! I can see you aren’t the fastest learner. Alright – here we go.” The Major exclaimed as he took up his position behind Sam again. Something was different this time, though. Maybe Sam was imagining things, but he felt something firm pressed up against his butt. Sam pushed back a few inches with his butt and could feel it better.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” Sam thought. “Too many beers. The reaction could happen to anyone. Hell, he could be thinking about how he’s going to plow his wife when she finally gets here.”

“Uhhh LT, I think we better call it a night,” The Major said abruptly as he pushed away from Sam.
Sensing the moment of opportunity slipping, Sam audaciously pretended to drop a golf ball accidentally. He bent over, pushing himself back into the Major’s crotch.

“Oh, sorry Sir, just dropped the ball,” Sam said as he fumbled with it on the ground, not moving from the bent-over position. Strangely the Major wasn’t quick to move, and Sam could sense the Major’s excitement by his labored breathing. Sam slowly got up and stepped away. He turned slowly, and the Major had an odd expression on his handsome face.

“On second thought, LT, what do you say about another beer? Let’s go back inside. Life is short, right? The Major said, not breaking eye contact with the LT.

“What the hell; why not? Said the LT staring right back at those bright blue eyes, the beer giving him more confidence than he probably would have had otherwise.

Another beer turned into two more beers.

“Fuck it’s getting hot in here, LT,” the Major said, “I told those dicks in maintenance that this AC isn’t working right over a week ago.”

The Major suddenly pulled off his shirt. There was that beautiful chest again, covered in soft patch of strawberry blond hair; his firm chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

Sam was sure his face looked like one of those cartoon characters where the eyes grow huge and grow outward from the face.

“Go on, LT, you can take off your shirt too. We’re both men here. No need to be shy.” The Major said calmly but with a huskier, deeper tone than usual. Sam didn’t hesitate. He pulled off his shirt.
“Looks like you’re no stranger to the gym, LT,” The Major said – looking him up and down with a hunger in his eyes.

Sam’s dark chest hair was quite a contrast to the Major’s. Sam had clear blue eyes, and a lean, athletic build. Most wouldd think he was a swimmer, but his thick chest hair wouldn’t have worked in that sport.

“Ah – I mostly do a lot of cardio, Sir. You know what he enlisted soldiers all say about officers focusing on cardio while they weightlift – ha! And you’re one to talk, Sir. You’ve got me beat in the physique department.” Sam bantered.

“Well I have a few years on you, man. Extra time in the gym. Extra calories with this slow metabolism – you’ll start to fill out a bit more as the years go in. I was built like you ten years ago. You’re what? 26? I’m pushing into my late 30’s.”The Major stated a bit wistfully.

“All the same, I hope I can pull off your look at your age,” Sam said carefully.

There was an awkward pause as the two stared at each other. The room was silent except for the football game’s soft background noise.

“You know, I can’t really see the tv that well from over here. Maybe my eyes are starting to go bad as I age,” said the Major. He got up and plopped down near Sam. “I can’t miss this game. I have to watch the Steelers pound those stupid patriots.”He finished.

The two watched the game in silence for a few minutes. Sam grabbed the remote to turn up the volume and laid it by his thigh.

A few minutes went by, and the Major said,” Damn LT are you deaf? My ear drums are dying.”
Major Condley reached for the remote but overshot it. His hand landed on Sam’s thigh and lingered there for a few extra seconds before grabbing the remote.

Sam glanced over at the Major, and he returned the lustful look. Sam waited a few minutes and noticed that the remote was sitting next to the Major’s thigh now.

“Should I go for it? Sam thought to himself, “worst case I can blame it all on the alcohol and a big misunderstanding.”

“Sir, I can’t hear a god damn thing now,” Sam lied as he reached for the remote and let his hand brush the Major’s thigh, slowly grabbing the remote. The Major shuddered and tensed. The room fell silent again – the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The Major slowly reached over and placed his hand on Sam’s thigh – his eyes probing for any resistance from Lieutenant Kerry. Sam froze – his mind racing – hoping this meant what he thought it did. The Major kept his steely, intense eyes locked on Sam’s as he gently caressed up and down.

Sam – regaining a measure of composure as his body tingled with anticipation and pining, reached over and did the same to the Major.

Gradually, the Major slid closer to Sam; Still brushing his thigh gently. He smiled an intoxicatingly sweet smile. Sam thought about how he could kiss those beautiful, thick lips for eternity.

Sam slid his hand towards the Major’s inner thigh.

Suddenly, the Major stood straight up.

“What am I doing here? I’ve had too much to drink. You’re a Lieutenant, my subordinate. We’re both married. This is crazy.” He stammered erratically. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry. Please forget this happened.” He strode off into the kitchen.

Sam followed him. The Major was leaning over the kitchen island. His perfect ass outlined so well in his grey athletic shorts.

Sam, feeling horny and daring, came up from behind him and caressed that perfect ass of his.
Startled, the Major jumped. “LT, this can’t happen for so many reasons. Please, you should just go. Forget this ever happened.” He said not unkindly.

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the absolute hunk of a man standing before him, but Sam was feeling more daring than ever. He slowly reached out and touched the Major’s crotch. FIRM AS A ROCK! Sam gently stroked him through his pants.

“Sir, if you truly want me to go, I’ll go. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ok with but from the bulge in your pants, I have the feeling you want me to stay.”

“Ohhhh that feels so good.” The Major moaned as Sam continued to caress and stroke him.
“Sir, we’re both married. We’re both officers. We both have everything to lose – admittedly you more with your retirement pension. I’m not going to tell a soul if you don’t. It’s late. We’re drunk. We’re horny. It’s just us. Your wife won’t be around for months, and you have needs. What’s the harm? Sam said earnestly.

Sam felt the Major relax and lean into him. Sam slid his hand down into the Major’s shorts and grabbed his warm, throbbing cock firmly. The Major started to moan.

Suddenly, the Major was pressed up against Sam and pinned Sam to the island leaning in and forcefully kissing him. Sam could smell him; his scent was enthralling.

Sam kissed back passionately. Damn the Major was a good kisser; alternating between soft, sweet and strong, and deliberate – this sent an electric shock down Sam’s spine. Nothing got Sam going like a passionate, skilled kisser!

The Major slid his hand into Sam’s shorts. He grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked it slowly – reaching down and cupping, squeezing, and tugging his balls every so often. The Major reached up and spit on his hand, then slid back into Sam’s pants. Sam did the same to the Major. Hot – hell this felt incredible. Sam’s mind raced as the Major continued to kiss him and press against him. Sam took the opportunity to grab and feel the Major’s firm, hairy, and beautifully symmetrical chest. He gave the Major’s perky nipples a pinch.

“Fuck, I love my nipples played with man – shit!” the Major growled in a husky, horned craze.
Sam bent down and gave the Major’s gray shorts a firm pull downward – he had to get a better look at what the Major was packing. As Sam pulled the Major’s gray shorts down, the Major’s rock hard cock sprang back up and slapped his stomach.

Sam gravitated towards the Major’s dick like a moth to flame. It was a powerful, circumcised cock, perfectly proportioned and straight – no curve. His balls were huge and low hanging and Sam began imagining the kind of loads this Major could rocket into him or on him.

Sam was actually kind of relieved that the Major’s cock wasn’t gargantuan – Sam hoped that’d he’d be riding it and an XXL cock or super thick dick could make bottoming a challenge for any significant length of time. Years ago, Sam had climbed his “Everest” of cocks with a 9.5inch uncut Australian cock, and while the experience was unforgettable for a night, Sam knew that it wouldn’t be fun long term.

It took every ounce of willpower for Sam to not dive bomb the Major’s cock and swallow it to the hilt. The tension was building. Sam could feel his balls churning. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he exploded. By the sounds of the Major’s moans, Sam could tell he was in a similar situation.

At this point, both men had their athletic shorts on the ground. They were stroking each other freely in the air in the middle of the kitchen. “That’s an amazing cock, LT.” the Major groaned, “it looks like you could do some damage with that sucker.”

The Lieutenant took a second to glance down at his own cock as the Major admired it – it pulsed with anticipated.

“It’s not huge, but I’ve never had any complaints, Sir.” Sam said as he playfully thrust his cock at the Major.

“Size is less important if you know how to use it, and I get the feeling you know just what to do with it, bud.” The Major replied, “You lieutenants get lost on the land navigation courses all the time, but I’m sure you know just how to find a hole or two with that cock and pleasure it – no problems.”

Sam reached out and grabbed the Major’s nipple. He twisted and pinched. All of a sudden he heard a loud groan, “OH MY GOD. SWEET LORD. UHH OH UHH” The Major bucked his hips, and Sam grabbed his dick more firmly and stroked it harder. “OHHH FUCK YES!” The Major bucked aggressively, his solid ass tightening. “HERE I COME OH SHIT HERE I COME OHHHH,” He moaned.
With one last thrust the Major shot a load clear onto Sam’s hand and forearm. The second rope of cum splattered Sam’s shorts and the third rope hit his shirtless stomach. Sam felt its warmth and stickiness – loving every second of it.

“I knew those big thick, low hanging balls would shoot off cum like crazy,” Sam stated laughingly.
The Major relaxed. He looked at Sam and said, “Your turn, son!” with a sly grin.The Major grabbed Sam’s balls and started churning them. He stroked Sam slowly at first, faster then and faster. He spit on Sam’s cock, lubing it and giving it a shiny sheen.

“Blow that load for me, son,” the Major encouraged.

Sam couldn’t hold it any longer. His hips bucked. He looked right into the Major’s eyes. Seeing that handsome face and those thick, hairy forearms attached to those strong hands sent Sam over the edge. He thrust wildly, and his cock exploded. Two huge streams of cum gushed from Sam’s pulsating cock; splashing the Major’s stomach and covering his hand.

The two- spent and sweaty – stared at each other. A grin crossed the Major’s face as he licked his fingers.

“Mmmm, so sweat.” He said quietly. “You’d better go before I get excited again – there’s no telling what could happen next.” The Major finished as he playfully slapped Sam’s firm ass.

Daringly, Sam darted in for one more kiss while cupping the Major’s ass. “You know where to find me, Sir.” He whispered in his ear with a final ass squeeze. Sam – euphoric, satisfied, and still slightly intoxicated – quickly dressed and darted out of the door.

Ralph picked me up hitch hiking. He was a nice looking silver haired man in his late sixties. Steely blue eyes and tanned face he was just the sort of older man I was attracted to.

Me? I was just twenty four, a student trying to

get myself to the North of England to visit friends.

Ralph kindly stopped his Mercedes to pick me up.

Rolling down the car window he immediately clapped his eyes on my tight bulging jeans, his steely eyes wide as he suggestively licked his lips.

Forty minutes later I was on his bed with my stiff prick probing into his hot mouth as he lay naked on his back.

His cock was thick and sturdy, his balls heavy with cum as I clutched them whilst face fucking him.

He got my right to the edge a number of times, my aching balls longing to spurt but he had his own horny agenda.

Two fingers up my hole and he was looking very pleased with himself. I was moaning and taking the finger fuck in my stride wondering what else he might do.

“Do you know how many fingers I have up your arse now boy?” he said in his polished accent,

“Two> I guessed.

“Four, boy, I have four fingers right inside you now, so how does that feel?” he said.

“It feels” I said “Like I am very lucky hitch hiker”.

He laughed and began to work his fingers in and out of my young arsehole assisted by a load of greasy lube.

“That’s it boy, open those legs wide and let my fingers right in there. Right inside your hot randy hole”.

I was so fucking excited my cock was standing upright and my nuts were going crazy.

“Do you want more boy?” he asked.

I muttered a pathetic yes between long groans and hefty sighs and he pushed into my hole with his whole hand.

More lube and a determined fist and Ralph was opening up my hole big time.

“Oh! Daddy!” I said “That feels so good give me more I want more”.

I was sweating now and I knew he was trying to fist me, something I’d never experienced.

“Look under the pillow” he said “There’s a bottle of strong poppers , it will hep you relax even more.

I found the small bottle opened it up and snorted hard the heavy vapours sending me into a state of strong sexual desire.

More lube and his twisting fist eased my hole wider.

“Oh! Daddy. I love it, give me more” I said my teeth biting my bottom lip, the vapours from the poppers swirling around my head..

Suddenly my hole just collapsed around his fist and he was into me wrist deep, his fingers pressing hard against my tender prostate.

He held his fist very still in my pulsating hole whilst I got the full feel of his actions. I was almost weeping with lust, I’d never felt feelings like it before. I was in a bit of a daze from the poppers but wanted another hit. I sniffed hard on the bottle and was reeling with lust in seconds.

Ralph began to work his fist in and out, my poor stretched arsehole opening and closing like goldfish’s mouth.

My hole was on fire and throbbing wildly as he fisted me without any mercy.

“Oh! Daddy what are you doing to me? I love it I fucking love it.” I said my legs stretched wide my arsehole throbbing incessantly.

“Look” he said “Look at your hole now boy” he said shoving a small bedside mirror to my arse so that I could see his fist embedded inside me.

Fuck! My arsehole was gripping his wrist like a fucking vice and throbbing against it making me reach for the poppers again.

I was over dosed on poppers that was for sure my head in a fucking whirl my lust for the old guy knowing no bounds.

“Do what you like with me daddy, I’m all yours” I said pushing my hole against his fist.

“Well boy” he said “I’m going to fuck you really hard and fill your pretty arsehole with a bollock load of spunk”.

To hear his educated voice say such things had my cock jerking and I couldn’t wait to feel his thick prick fucking me.

He pulled his fist out of me and my arsehole remained gaping open and ready for his cock.

He didn’t need any lube his prick just impaled me from hot knob to balls and my raw throbbing arsehole  gripped it tight.

“I love fucking young hot arses like yours” he said

“Love the feel of them tight around my cock milking me”.

His fucking was awesome. hard and deep. High on poppers I just lay there and let him ram fuck my arsehole ragged.

His orgasm was a wild loud affair with him grunting and groaning as his cock spunked a thick load up my arse. He carried on shagging me and I thought that perhaps he hadn’t spunked but then I felt  the squelch of cum as he pulled out of my hot arsehole.

“That my dear boy, was fantastic. You are a great fuck” he said in his plumby accent.

“Please have a shower and clean up then we can have a few drinks” he said getting off the bed and putting on a dressing gown.

“You’ll find a bath robe in the shower room, I’ll use the downstairs shower. Just come back up to the bedroom when you are finished, I’ll bring the drinks up here” he said.

Clan and fresh the two of us sat up on the bed sipping double gin and tonics. My hole felt pretty used and throbbed as we sat talking.

“Did you enjoy being fisted?” he asked

I had to admit that I did once I got over the initial stretching of my arse.

“You were very good letting me fist your hole and even better letting me fuck you. It’s been a while since I fucked a hot young arsehole and the last lad I had wouldn’t let me fist him so you are very special” he said stroking my thigh under the bath robe. “Very special indeed”.

His hand went further up, stroking my balls and then grasping my cock as he leaned in to kiss me.

His tongue worked my mouth open and slipped hotly inside. We kissed for some moments his hand stroking my cock up and down until I was rock hard.

I pulled open my bath robe so that Ralph could access my cock and balls which he did with some eagerness.

“Nice cock boy and nice balls too, very suckable he said before dipping his head down to take my rock hard cock into his hot mouth.

Wow! Was it good feeling his tongue rolling all over my swollen knob and up and down my shaft.

I grabbed the poppers again and snorted deep, the vapours enhanced the sucking ten fold and I was moaning in sheer ecstasy.

When he swallowed all of my cock right down to my balls, the feeling was so good I almost shot my load there and then. Luckily Ralph pulled my solid cock from his throat and mouth and just let it jerk dry.

“Nearly there lad, weren’t you?” he said, taking my hand and placing it on his own rigid prick.

He curled my fist around his hot throbbing shaft and told me to wank.

“That’s nice lad, keep that up for a while, get me really close it feels so nice”. he said.

We wanked each other slowly and Ralph began kissing me as we stroked each other, his tongue lolling around with mine as we neared orgasm.

“Oh! Not yet lad, you haven’t sucked on my dick yet” he said pushing my head down to his crotch.

His prick was visibly throbbing, the huge knob head looking as smooth as satin. I pressed the nub of his dick to my lips and slowly opened my mouth to take his cock inside.

His dick tasted fabulous, far better than I could have imagined so I slurped all over it my slobber running down his thick shaft to his cum loaded balls. I was soon sucking on them too, taking each one into my mouth like a boiled sweet and sucking hard to the sounds of his moaning. Getting both of his nuts in my mouth wasn’t easy but I eventually had a gob full of bollocks to suck on.

We swung around into a sixty nine and Ralph gobbled on my prick as I went back to gobbling his. Our hands pulled on our balls and then Ralph began to finger my hole as he sucked my cock.

I took four of his fingers and wriggled one of my fingers into his hot hole.

With my legs wide open I reached out for the poppers again, I needed a hit nearly as much as I needed cock. The vapours were strong, swirling around my head and making my heart thump wildly. Ralph was pushing his hand into my arse again and I wanted it.

Over dosing on the poppers, all I could think of was opening up my arsehole for Ralph’s fist so I rolled over onto my belly and raised my arse  for some deep fisting.

Ralph worked his hand slowly into me, lube dripping from me after a massive load of KY.

I groaned and wriggled my arse coaxing his fist.

He grabbed my cock through my legs and got wrist deep up my arse. Now I was whimpering, whimpering and reaching for the poppers again, tears running down my cheeks lube running down my thighs.

Unlike the first fisting, Ralph began to work in and out of me straight away, opening my arsehole up as I continued to over dose on the poppers.

I didn’t know where I was all I knew was my arsehole was pulsating and hot and packed to my fucking gut.

“Fist fuck me harder” I yelled “I need it so bad”.

“I need to fuck you so bad too young man” came the reply and with quick response Ralph pulled his fist out of me leaving my stretched hole gaping wide and juicy with lube.

Ralph’s big stiff cock was soon replacing his fist and fucking into me hard and deep. My hole gripped his prick and drew into me deep.

My head was swimming my arsehole on fire and loving the feel of a hard fucking big daddy cock.

Now I was longing for spunk I wanted it flooding my hole, creaming my throat, I wanted to drown in spunk to have it running over my tongue, spurting across my face.

“Oh! Daddy give me your hot spunk, shoot it in me, over me down my throat everywhere. I clutched his hot arse cheeks and worked a finger up his bum and that sent him into orgasm.

The warm rush of sperm shot from his cock and I too started to spunk with the sheer pressure on my young prostate.

Ralph pulled from me shooting his cum all over me. face hair and then directly into my open mouth.

My cock was spurting too, splashing my throat, my face and mingling with Ralph’s massive load.

The following kissing session had us greedy for spunk, our tongues licking it all up frantically.

Fisted, fucked and tired we clung together, my arse and our cocks throbbing still and a reminder of a great session.

Did I ever get to the North of England?

Who fucking cares!

I woke up first, feeling the lovely warmth of Jake’s body next to mine. Either he or I had somehow thrown the sheet off during the night because it was now in a bunched-up pile at the lower end of the bed, barely covering our feet. The morning sun streaming through the windows felt wonderful on my naked skin as I turned over, sat up in bed and looked over at him lying on his back, still fast asleep, one arm across his lower abdomen, the other flung back above his head. His muscular chest was rising and falling with his slow, steady breathing. His splendid body was illuminated by the sun, shards of daylight playing across his handsome face, his powerfully built torso, and his cock, which still had length and girth despite being flaccid and limp as it lay nestled in his thick bushy pubic hair. I smiled to myself, remembering last night and how good it felt to have him under my sexual control. I felt a little shame as well at blackmailing him, knowing that with the right approach, he probably would have had sex with me anyway, without me having to resort to threats. I had been thinking with my dick, not my brain and certainly not my heart. Yes, I desired him sexually, but I also truly loved him. I couldn’t have asked for a better man to be my stepfather, my mentor and my friend.

I laid down next to him, put my arm across his chest and my head atop his shoulder. I kissed the side of his face, not enough to wake him, not yet anyway. Feeling his naked body against mine made me horny again, despite the early morning hour. His intoxicating scent wafted through the air, a combination of sweat, semen and Sauvage, the only cologne he ever wore. Yeah, I wanted sex with him again, but my role would be different this time. I kissed his cheek again and started caressing his chest. His body shifted slightly, but his eyes remained shut. I wanted to seduce him this time, awaken him through arousal, so that I could have him one more time before Mom came home that afternoon. I shifted position so that my body was over his and I could look directly down at his face. I lowered my head down and kissed him softly on the lips. His lips moved slightly, maybe an involuntary reaction. Only one way to find out. I kissed him again and heard him mutter in a sleepy voice, “Morning buddy.” “Good morning,” I replied, my face still just inches away from his. I kissed him yet again and he kissed me back as best he could for still being half asleep. I caressed his forehead, then ran my fingertips down the side of his face, to his chin. I gently rubbed his lips with my thumb and said, “Come on Jake, it’s morning. Time to wake up now.” He grunted, shifted around a bit as if to get more comfortable, then said in a voice that was no longer sleepy, but not yet fully awake, “I’ll get up in a minute, now go away,” as he gently pushed my hand away. I smiled, knowing he was always slightly cranky in the mornings. Very well, Jake, I thought to myself, I have another way to get you up. In more ways than one.

I started moving down his body, kissing his neck a few times and was rewarded with a slight sigh of pleasure from him. His arm came down from the pillow above his head to gently embrace my shoulders, his hand then moving up so that he could run his fingers through my hair, something he always did when we were physically close and he was feeling affectionate. “Mmmm,” he murmured, “whatcha doing Joey?” “I’m kissing you Jake,” I said as my lips continued their journey down his neck to his chest. “Trying to take advantage of me again?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “Yeah,” I said, “actually I am.” I raised my head up so I could take in the sight of his magnificent pectoral muscles before ravishing them totally. He was usually shirtless around the house, so I was used to seeing them in all their solid, bulging, masculine glory and topped with those beautiful, succulent nipples, but now the sight of them caused my desire to grow even more intense. His upper body was absolutely breathtaking in its manliness, the body hair on his chest and abs a light covering of short strands rather than a thick, unkempt mess like some of the other daddy types I had fucked in the past. I reached down and started kneading and massaging his chest, enthralled by how powerful and unyielding the musculature felt under my hands. My thumbs caressed his nipples and I heard him moan ever so softly. “That feels good son,” he said in a tone that told me that he was more or less fully awake and starting to get aroused. “Good” I said, “now tell me if you like this,” and I stopped massaging his muscle and focused my attention on his nipples, rubbing them gently but firmly between thumb and forefinger. “Oh yeah,” he said, “that’s nice buddy. Real nice.” He paused, then shot me a cocky grin. “You want to fuck me again, you horny devil?” he asked. “No,” I said, “I want something different now,” and I lowered my entire body so that I was on top of him, took his left nipple into my mouth and started to lick and suck, my saliva dripping all over his hard pec.

“Aw fuck Joey, that feels great,” he moaned as his body started to writhe below my own. I could feel his cock get hard underneath me as our naked bodies rubbed against each other while I pleasured his nipple with my lips and tongue. The taste of his flesh was exquisite and the scent of his body was even stronger now. I felt it get hard and erect as I slurped and slobbered over it, so I moved over to his right nipple and gave it the same treatment with my mouth, soaking it with my warm drool while rubbing and stroking the left one with my hand. “Damn son,” Jake said in a breathy, lustful voice, “you sure know how to make a man feel good.” I took my mouth away from his chest and moved up so that I was staring directly into his eyes while continuing to rub and stroke his wet, slippery nipples. “Not just any man,” I whispered lustily. I kissed him softly on the lips, then said, “The sexiest man I’ve ever been with.” I gave him another gentle kiss, saying, “The man I would do anything for.” Another kiss, then, “The man I want to fuck me like a beast,” and I locked my lips to his and kissed him with all the erotic passion that was now raging inside me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he responded with equal intensity, his own tongue forcing its way into mine. We wrapped our arms around each other and I could feel his strength as he pulled me close to him. We kissed deeply and passionately, our desire for each other somehow even fiercer than the night before. The power of his embrace, the feel of his muscular body against me, the raw sexual energy I felt as his now rock-hard cock rubbed against mine; all of this combined to drive my lust to an unbearable level. I knew what I wanted and I wanted it desperately. I wanted it now.

I tore my lips away from him and looked directly into his smoldering eyes. “I want your cock Jake,” I said. His gaze was almost hypnotic in its intensity as he asked, “Yeah, buddy? You really want it?” I nodded and said, “Yes, I fucking want it. I want it in my mouth. I want it up my ass. I want you to fuck me until I’m worn out and can’t move. Give it to me Jake, please.” “Well now,” he said in a playfully seductive tone, “I’m sure the ‘anything you want’ promise is still good today, so….,” and here he paused to raise his head and kiss me, “it’s all yours Joey. Take it son.” “Thank you,” I said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. I gave his nipples one last lick and suck, then started kissing and licking my way down his chest and abs. I could taste and smell traces of his cum load from last night; it was in the furrows of his six-pack and my tongue glided through them, savoring the flavor of his spunk as I worked my way down to his cock. I reached my destination at last, staring dumbly at his rigid eight inches. I had seen it before at the gym, but now it was up close, hard as a rock and in my face. His erection had caused the large warrior helmet shaped head to push past his uncut foreskin and his shaft was thick and veiny. It had a slight upward curve and I immediately realized how good that was going to feel in my ass, hitting my sweet spot deep inside me. I could smell the masculine, musky scent emanating from it and could see the bright, clear precum oozing from the head. I took it in my hand and gave it a few strokes. I looked up the length of the bed at Jake and saw that he was enraptured by the sight of his stepson touching his prick. “Damn Jake,” I said as I continued pumping his tool, causing even more precum to leak out, “it’s fucking gorgeous man.” I glanced up at him and saw a small grin of pride on his face. I turned back to his cock and took the head into my mouth, hearing Jake groan with pleasure as I did so. I sucked it and worked it with my tongue, loving the delicious taste of his precum, making sure I got every drop. “Tastes wonderful,” I said, loving the feel of his cockhead against my lips and tongue. “Feels wonderful,” I heard Jake moan. I took my mouth off and saw that I had gotten every bit of that tasty, clear fluid from his tool. I looked back up at him, made sure he was looking at me and said, “I want it all now,” and I slid his dick back between my lips and took all eight inches in my mouth and down my throat.

I went all the way down on him until my nose was buried in his thick mass of dark brown pubic hair. I took a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent, then started sucking him like the expert cock slut that I was, working every inch of his shaft with my talented lips and tongue. I didn’t gag or choke as his cockhead hit the back of my throat and I heard Jake moaning with pleasure as he said, “Oh fuck yeah Joey, take it all buddy. Damn that feels fucking awesome son.” I took his cock out just long enough to wink at him and say, “That’s because I’m the best Jake,” and swallowed his rod right down to the root yet again.  I sucked his throbbing manhood steadily for about another minute or two before coming up for air again. “Damn your cock is delicious Jake,” I said as I continued to suck and slobber over it. “Yeah buddy, it’s all yours,” he said, groaning with pleasure, “suck it all you want. Damn Joey, you are the best son.” I moved my mouth up and down on him like I was starving. Jake’s cock, finally in my mouth and soon to be in my ass. It was soaking wet with my spit now, some of which was dripping down to balls. I decided they needed some attention as well. “I’m gonna suck on your balls now,” I said. “Go for it buddy,” he said, parting his legs to give me easier access. I moved my face down to his scrotum which was covered in thick hair like the rest of his groin. His nuts were fucking huge. Not quite as big as tennis balls, but damned close it seemed. No wonder he wears loose jeans and shorts, I thought to myself as I dove in and started licking and sucking his balls. His scent was even stronger down there and I breathed deeply, savoring it as I licked every inch of his sack, his hair tickling my nose, then I took each of his balls in my mouth, one after the other, sucking them gently while listening to his lustful moans. I thought to myself yet again what a prime example of manhood he was, with his gorgeously muscled and hairy physique, his long, thick cock and his big, perfectly shaped balls. Jake exuded masculinity from every part of his body and my love and lust for him were as intense as ever and I counted myself lucky to have him as my stepfather and now my secret lover. I stopped sucking his balls and went back down on his cock, its taste and girth exquisite as it filled my mouth and hit the back of my throat.

I took his cock from my mouth after a few minutes and looked up the length of the bed at him, a lustful stare on my face. He gave me a slightly wicked smile in return, as he reached down and gently caressed my face. “Tell me what you want Joey,” he said, his voice tender and loving, even though his expression told me that he already knew. “I want this cock in my ass,” I said as I continued to stroke his slicked-up meat, “every fucking inch.” I let go of his dick and moved up to the front center of the bed and got on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. “I want you inside me now, Jake,” I moaned, “I can’t wait any more. I’ve been wanting your cock in my ass ever since I first saw it.” His eyes were on fire with lust as he got up from where he had been lying on his back and got into position behind me. “Oh god yes, Joey,” he said with a savage growl, as his powerful hands began gripping and massaging my butt cheeks, “I’ve been wanting to fuck this hot ass of yours for so long son.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder at him, “How long?” “Since you turned eighteen,” he said, his attention focused intently on my smooth, round backside, his thumb gently swirling around and pressing into my hole, “when you started wearing those tight, sexy boxer briefs around the house.” He spit on my hole, taking me by surprise and carefully worked a finger in. “Damn Joey,” he said, “your hole is so fucking tight son.” He shoved another finger in and said, “Yeah buddy, nice tight ass for me to fuck.” He pulled his fingers out and said, “I gotta get me a taste of that,” and he pulled my cheeks apart, lowered his face down and buried his tongue in my hole. I gasped in shock, never dreaming in a million years that he would do something like that. His hot, wet tongue gently, but firmly teased my hole open and I could feel his warm saliva dripping all over me, running down to my balls. “Oh fuck that feels good,” I moaned as he hungrily devoured my ass. “Yeah Jake, that’s it,” I said, “eat my fucking ass, get me ready for that cock.” He gave my hole one last lick, then raised himself back up, got directly behind me and started rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass as reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand and “You ready for this dick now buddy?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, I’m ready,” I said even though it had been six months since I’d last been fucked and that guy hadn’t been nearly as long and thick as Jake was. He dribbled a healthy dose of lube on my hole and worked his fingers in to get me prepared to take him. He did it a second time just to be sure, then I heard him slick himself up as he poured lube on his cock. “Use a lot of lube Jake,” I said, “it’s been a while.” He squirted more on himself and then suddenly I felt his cockhead pushing against my tight hole. I knew it would hurt going in even though he had used extra lube and done his best to loosen me up, but I was so fucking horny that I didn’t care. I gritted my teeth, lowered my head and tried to relax as he bore down and I suddenly felt him penetrate me, his rigid manhood ripping into my tender flesh, causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure.

“Aw fuck yeah!” I exclaimed, “that’s it Jake, shove that dick in my ass and fuck me,” and I heard him say in low, rough voice, “Anything you want Joey,” as he slowly worked every inch of his cock inside me, stretching my hole with his thickness. “God damn, Jake” I moaned, “you’re so fucking big man,” and he leaned forward to whisper huskily in my ear, “How’s that big cock feel inside you son?” “It feels awesome,” I whispered back as he slid even farther into me, “fuck yeah, give me all that dick,” and then I felt the head of his cock pushing hard against my prostate and his balls against my ass and I knew that I had all of his massive tool inside me, filling up every bit of space in my fuck hole. “Oh fuck Jake, I got all your big cock inside me,” I said, “now fuck me, fuck me hard please!” Jake didn’t need to be told twice. He started pounding my ass like an animal, ramming his cock into me as hard as he could. “Yeah Joey?” he asked as he pounded my hole, “That’s what you want son? To be fucked hard by your stepdad?” “Oh God yes,” I said in a low growl, “fuck me Jake, make my ass yours, damn it feels so fucking good.” He was fucking me with a steady rhythm now and I could feel all eight inches of him ferociously pumping my tight, young hole. “Damn Joey,” he said in a tone of intense pleasure, “your ass feels so fucking good on my dick, so smooth and tight,” as he thrust in and out of me like an unstoppable machine. I felt my own cock get hard from him hitting that pleasure spot deep inside me, so I reached down and started jacking myself, slowly at first. “Yeah son, that’s it,” he said, “work your cock while I fuck your ass,” and I was so consumed by sexual frenzy that I could barely gasp out the words, “Fuck me Jake, fuck me like I’m your bitch, tear my ass up.” He moved his hands up to my waist, holding tight with a forceful grip and started power fucking me as hard as he could. “Like that Joey?” he asked, “is that how you like to be fucked boy?” “Oh yeah, that’s it, you’re hitting it just right.” I said, “keep fucking me hard with that big dick.” “Yeah son,” he said with an almost animalistic growl, “I’m gonna fuck you hard until I breed your sweet ass. Your sweet, smooth, sexy, young ass…damn, I can’t believe I’m fucking you Joey,” and he kept shoving his cock in and out of my hole, grunting like a beast with each powerful thrust.

He suddenly stopped his pounding, pulled out and smacked me playfully on my ass. “Turn over,” he said, “on your back. I want to look into those beautiful blue eyes while I fuck you,” he said. Damn, I thought, even when he’s horny as hell, he’s still sweet and loving. I did as he asked, flipping my body over and spreading my legs as wide as possible, giving him full access to my fuck hole. He got between my legs as his adoring gaze swept over my body. “You’re so fucking sexy Joey,” he said as he ran his hands over my tight, lean chest, gently tweaked my ultrasensitive nipples and caressed my smooth firm abs. He started rubbing his cock against my balls, then my taint and finally my hole. “You want more of this?” he asked, a slight sexy grin on his face as he teased my hungry orifice with his massive tool. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes what?” he asked. “Yes, I want more of your cock,” I moaned, so horny now I thought I would go mad, “in my ass, now, please.” “You want me to fuck you some more, son?” he asked. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I growled, “fuck me Jake, give me that dick, fuck me now god damn it!” “Yeah,” he said with lust in his voice, “that’s what I want to hear from my sexy boy,” and he roughly pushed his cock in me, powering through my hole, then rammed the entire length in all at once.

“Oh fuck yeah man,” I hissed, “shove that cock in my ass and pound me. Damn that feels so fucking good!” I was in ecstasy, lying on my back, legs spread like a slut, watching the motion of his muscular torso that tapered down in a V-shape to his powerful lower body that was thrusting his massive cock in and out of my hungry hole. The length and girth of his manhood filled me up more completely than any man who had ever fucked me before. But he wasn’t just any man. He was my stepdad, my beloved Jake. I ran my hands over his back muscles, then down to his perfectly shaped ass. I rubbed, caressed and gripped his big, round, incredibly firm glutes, loving the strength I felt there they moved in rhythm with his energetic fucking. I looked up at him and saw that the love and lust on his face was as intense as ever. He gave me a tender smile and asked in a breathy voice, “Does that feel good son, my cock inside you? Tell me buddy.” I was so consumed with erotic desire that all I could do was whimper and moan, “Yes, oh fuck yes, I love it Jake, all I can feel is your dick inside me, that’s all I want to feel, oh God don’t stop please,” and he smiled again and increased the pace of his fucking, hitting the inside of my ass as hard as he could, as deep as he could. My own cock was so hard it almost hurt and I was stroking it fiercely as he continued to drive that battering ram of flesh into my asshole. I reached up to caress his handsome face, running my fingers softly along his neatly trimmed chinstrap beard, his lips, his mustache. He kissed my fingertips and said, “I’m so fucking close Joey.” “Fuck yeah Jake,” I said, “you gonna give me that load?” “You want it buddy?” he asked, “you want my cum in your ass?” “God yes,” I said, “I want it all, every fucking drop.” He fixed his eyes directly on mine and said, “My boy gets whatever he wants.”

He was breathing rapidly and heavily and I knew he was close to cumming. I was stroking my own cock furiously and felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching, but still tried to hold off until he shot his load inside me. He was pounding me like mad now and I heard him moaning loudly and I knew he was about to give me his load. “Oh fuck Joey, I can’t fucking hold it anymore. I’m gonna cum in you. I’m gonna blow my load in your ass son! Aw fuck yeahhh!!!” and I felt his cock throb and pulse as he unloaded a hot, thick torrent of cum in my ass. The sensation drove me over the edge and I groaned with pleasure as I felt the usual tingling in my cock that meant I was about to shoot “Yeah Jake, I’m cumming too,” I said, “gonna fucking cum.” “Yeah buddy,” he said in a voice thick with lust as he continued to fuck me hard and pump more of his semen inside me, “shoot that load for me.” “Aw fuck yeah, I’m cumming,” I cried out, “I’m gonna fucking shoot! Fuuucckkk!!!” and I felt a spasm of pleasure as my cock erupted and shot a huge wad of cum all over my body. Jake was still fucking his load into me as my dick spewed out more of my spunk all over my stomach and chest. “Oh fuck Joey,” he moaned, “I’m still cumming in you son. Damn your ass is so tight,” but after seven or eight thrusts, he was finally spent, his entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He watched as I jerked out the last of my own load, saying, “Damn son, that’s a big fucking load.” He looked up and down at my cum covered torso, his own cock still buried in my ass and said, “Wow. “I’m real proud of you boy.” I shot him a wise-assed grin and said, “Boy?” He lowered his body to mine, smearing my load between our bodies and whispered, “Yeah, my sexy boy, my beautiful young man, my amazing stepson.” He kissed me deeply and passionately, then pulled back and said, “I love you so much Joey.” I kissed him back with equal intensity and said, “I love you too Jake.”

He carefully rolled off me and lay beside me on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. I rolled over and put my arm across his chest, cuddling up to him, basking in the afterglow of the best sex I had ever had. We were silent for a minute or two, then Jake said, “That was absolutely incredible Joey.” I kissed his cheek, held him tighter and said, “What I said last night still holds true today. You were the best Jake.” He turned his face to mine and kissed my forehead. “You really mean that?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, my voice serious, “last night and this morning was the best sex I’m ever had.” “Wow,” he said, “thank you.” I was quiet for a moment and then asked nervously, “Will there be a next time?” He smiled, kissed me gently on the lips and said, “Of course. We just have to be very careful, understand?” I nodded and said, “Yes, I understand.” I knew if Mom found out, her marriage to Jake would be over and I’d never see him again. I loved them both too much to ever let that happen. He kissed me again and said, “We should probably shower and clean up. Your mom’s due home this afternoon.” I nodded and said, “Yeah, you’re right,” and reluctantly let him go, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Jake followed and as I was turning on the shower, I turned to him and said, “Are you still making us breakfast?” He nodded and said, “Yeah, I’ll make breakfast while you wash the sheets. Febreze the bed too, just in case, okay?” “Okay,” I said. He finished showering first and as he was drying off, he asked, “So, the usual, eggs, bacon, sausage?” I nodded and said, “Yup, sounds good.” He finished drying himself, tossed the towel in the hamper and headed for the kitchen, still buck naked. “Oh, and hash browns,” I called out. “Yes sir,” he called back from the hallway.

After Mom returned, things went more or less back to normal. Jake and I were just stepfather and stepson again. Of course, I no longer had to hide my glances in the gym shower, nor did he. Sometimes, if we were feeling bold and the shower area was deserted, we would either jerk or suck each other off. But we behaved ourselves at home, especially when Mom was around; the last thing either of us wanted was to cause her any grief and pain. Jake remained his usual affectionate self with me, since any change would have caught Mom’s attention and we both knew we had to keep things as normal as possible. I have to admit though, I got a little jealous when Mom and Jake went into their bedroom and closed the door. When that happened, I did what I had always done when the two of them wanted some alone time. I relocated to the living room and turned the television on, with the volume just slightly above normal. And I could have sworn I saw a trace of jealousy in Jake’s eyes whenever I told him I was going out to “meet up with a friend”, which he knew perfectly well was my euphemism for a Grindr hookup.

Mom tended to travel once or twice per month, so it wasn’t long before she headed out of town again. Her trips always followed the same pattern; she would leave on a Sunday and return the following Saturday. When it came time for her to leave, Jake carried her bags to the car like he always did and he and I stood outside the front of the house to see her off. “You guys have fun while I’m gone,” she said with a grin, “and keep each other out of trouble, okay?” Jake and I smiled at each other, then I hugged her and said, “We always do mom, don’t worry.” Jake hugged and kissed her and with that, she left. We stood at the window, watched her car back out of the driveway and head down the street. She turned left at the next corner and as soon as she was gone from sight, Jake and I went back into the house. We sat next to each other in the living room and watched television until she texted that she had boarded her flight, then Jake turned to me with desire in his eyes. He embraced me, pulling me close with those powerful, muscular arms. His lips met mine and we kissed passionately, our tongues entwined, our bodies blissfully entangled, groins grinding against each other. I felt his cock get hard as rapidly as my own, felt it throbbing through his thin cotton shorts and then he suddenly broke the embrace and fixed his gaze on my face, his gorgeous dark brown eyes smoldering with lust. “Fuck me Joey,” he said. I gave him a mischievous, seductive smile and said, “Anything you want Jake.”

The End

≈ HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ≈

by Hunknown

~ Challenging the Alpha-stud ~

“’The fuck, dude??” – Roy yelled, slapping Peter’s hand away from his bare ass – “I’m no fuckin’ queer like you!”. Roy glanced around, and felt relieved that the locker room was empty and no one saw his proudly straight ass being manhandled. Fuck! Peter and him had been friends since the primary school, but now they were at the college, they were men!

Peter felt a dull anger rising inside. Not for being called ‘queer’, as he never made a mystery of being gay, but for the way Roy had spat out those words to his face. “Easy, easy, Mr. Alpha-stud…!” – Peter said in a restrained voice, raising his hands – “No one is questioning your manliness! You’re still the top lady-killer around, what are you afraid of?”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing! Nothing scares me!”

“Oh, really…?” – Peter mused, while a wicked idea came to his mind – “If so, you’d have no problem at spending the night at the Sorcerers’ Tomb, down at Saint Louis Cemetery, would you? Tonight is Halloween, you might make some… totally not scaring encounters…!”

“The S… Sorcerers’ Tomb?” – Roy said, suspiciously tripping on his tongue – “It’s… It’s bullshit, everyone knows that! The Lorraine brothers died of plague more than two centuries ago, they were no sorcerers or anything. Don’t tell me you believe in that silly rite of lying naked on their tomb to bring them back from the dead, right?”

“Another reason not to be scared of anything…” – Peter replied, calmly, shooting to Roy a challenging glance – “Or are you chickening out? Maybe you’re not the top Alpha-stud everyone believes…”

“Fuck you, dude! I never chickened out for anything! Tonight I’m going there, but I warn you: if I come back without anything weird to report, which will obviously happen, you’ll do anything I order you for a week. Deal?”

“Deal!” – Peter replied with a rascal smile. Peter knew well that the eerie legend about the three Lorrain brothers was bullshit, but he also knew that the rite actually required the guy to lay naked on the tomb and jack off while the church bell rang the twelve chimes of midnight; if by the time the guy shot his spunk nothing happened, the challenge was won.

What Roy didn’t know was that the Sorcerers’ Tomb had a hole in the wall through which Peter planned to watch the entire scene, and even take a couple photos to eventually use as a bargaining chip in case his punishment became too hard to bear.

“I’ll drive you to St. Louis Cemetery at half past eleven” – Peter added – “so you have the time to… you know… get ready!”

Roy grunted in agreement, and Peter rushed away, unable as he was to hide anymore the boner filling his pants, at the thought of watching Roy stroking his straight, succulent cock for his viewing pleasure.

At half past eleven sharp, Roy got off Peter’s car in front of the back gate of the cemetery. “I’ll wait here for you to come back” – Peter said trying not to reveal his own excitement. “OK” – Roy replied with a tense tone, through the open car window – “I’ll be back shortly after midnight, after… you know… doing my thing.”

Peter watched Roy sneaking through the rusty gate and gave him a few minutes, to be sure not to be spotted; and then closed the car and followed his friend through the maze of discolored graves covered by weeds, and soon he saw the ancient, creepy Sorcerer’s Tomb stand against the bright full moon. In the distance, he saw Roy opening the old gate and step inside. Peter quickly moved to the back of the chapel and took his place next to the opening in the wall.

Roy glanced around, a bit scared, because the place was creepy indeed. There was a big marble tomb with a flat cover in the middle of the room, and two other tombs against the side walls. All of them had weird symbols and obscure inscriptions carved on the sides. All around, there were several dead pot plants, and thick cobwebs hung from the corners between the ceiling and the walls. There was dust everywhere, as apparently no one had ever entered that place since long before. But what really scared Roy were the candles: there were burning candles all around the walls! Who had lit them up? And when, since the place seemed to have been abandoned for years?

The guy looked at his wristwatch: a quarter to twelve. “Let’s do this thing…” – he murmured to himself, hoping that his fear didn’t block his erection – “Better start a little in advance, so as to be ready by midnight…”

 

~ The Rite ~

He took away his shoes with the socks, then the t-shirt and his jeans; he stood there for a moment, massaging his bulge through the briefs, and was relieved to feel his manhood respond as it should. “I’m a fuckin’ Alpha-stud! I can shoot my load no matter what!” – he said to himself, trying to give a boost to his own confidence. He pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang out, beefy and veiny; Peter, watching through the hole in the wall, silently gasped, looking at the size and the girth of Roy’s beautiful man tool, while he brought a hand to his own crotch.

Roy lay on the cold stone cover of the central tomb, his dick pointing up, straight as an arrow, and started stroking it with slow movements. He spat on his own hand a couple times and used his saliva as lubricant; with sensual, caring strokes, his hand ran along the shaft, down to the base and then up to the corona. He never let his hand pass the corona and touch the glans, as it was very sensitive, and the friction of the hand, even with proper lubrication, was very uncomfortable for him.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax, while the warmth spreading from his groin made him breath more heavily. “Ohh… Yeah… Take it all bitch…!” – he murmured, fantasizing to shove his hard rod ball-deep into a wet cunt – “You can’t get enough of this slab of meat, uh?”

Peter, from his secluded viewpoint, was stroking his own dick, watching with rapt eyes his friend rocking his hips and pumping his fist on his engorged cock. How many times he hoped to watch that enticing show! Roy just couldn’t understand how incredibly teasing his body was for Peter, and kept on flaunting his limp manhood and his marble ass in front of Peter’s eyes. Including that very morning, when Peter was unable to restrain himself and placed a hand on Roy’s buns, rousing his friend’s angry reaction.

A distant, gloomy chime broke the motionless silence of the cemetery: it was midnight. Roy heard the first chime and paced up his strokes, as he wanted to finish himself off as soon as the last chime was struck.

He shut his eyes even tighter, trying to fill his mind with enticing images of hot chicks eager to lay their hands, mouths and cunts on his cock. One by one the chimes echoed within the stone walls. Nine… Ten… Eleven… Twelve.

“I heartily thank you, my brave friend, for rousing me from my deadly sleep!”

Roy screamed, hearing the profound, eerie voice resonating in the room. He opened his eyes wide, getting up sitting on the cold stone, and he saw a naked man, or what once was a naked man, rising from the tomb under him, between his legs. He was ethereal, as Roy could clearly see through him, and he didn’t look rotten or anything: on the contrary, he looked extremely healthy, a fine man in his thirties, with chiseled muscles and a perfectly hairless torso. His brown curly hair topped a handsome face, lit by two restless clear brown eyes. When the ghost’s torso was out of the grave, but the hips and legs were still hidden under the marble slab, he stood still and looked at Roy with infinite sadness: “Look at me, my corporeal friend, and pity me, as I’m doomed to the worst torment a man… a male… can endure.”

Roy gasped a couple times, before finding enough air in his lungs to whisper: “Are… Are you one of the three Sorcerers?”

The ghost slowly rose from the grave entirely, shamefully showing his throbbing erection. His cock was thick and long, crowned by a perfectly formed helmet, and twitched continuously, as if it was on the verge of shooting. “My brothers and I were not sorcerers” – he said in his eerie voice tinged with infinite sadness – “but for the people who doomed us to this torture we were even worse: we were… sodomites. The fire that burnt Sodom to ground is now burning us with the same fierce violence. You probably can’t understand the inscription on our tombs… To our unperishable shame they read: ‘Jermain the Sodomite’, that would be me, ‘Pierre the Sodomite’, my older brother, and ‘Vince the Sodomite’, my younger brother. Every trace of our beautiful surname Lorraine was stripped from this nameless chapel.”

“What… torment have you been doomed to?” – Roy asked, won by the sadness of the ghost.

“You’re a man, and you will gasp in shock when you hear the cruelty they inflicted us. They lay us, naked, on three stone beds placed on a high stage, for anyone to see. Then three whores started working on our manhood, forcing us to get an unpleasant and unwilling erection; they went on stroking and sucking us resorting to the vast experience granted them by their profession, and quickly brought us to the verge of a powerful climax…”

“And then…” – Jermain went on, with trembling voice – “one split second before we could shoot our semen, the executioners beheaded us, dooming us to a perennial climax that can never give way to a liberating, blissful ejaculation. For a man, this is the worst torment ever! Our strongest instinct, the one that compels any man to spread his seed, is endlessly and hopelessly restrained into our groin…”

“My God…” – Roy said under his breath, clutching his own manhood, that in the meantime had gone completely limp.

“Don’t name him. His name has no place in this unholy tomb. And he can’t help me… unlike you, my corporeal friend.”

“Me??” – the guy exclaimed, surprised – “What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing you would find particularly pleasurable, judging from the fantasies that clouded your mind moments ago, I cannot lie to you. But if you’re willing to help me, you could let me temporarily… have your body: that would grant me the chance to shoot my seed, at long last, and finally find peace forever.”

 

~ Erotic possession ~

 “A sort of… possession?” – Roy inquired, uncertain – “And what would become of me while you’re into my body?”

“You will stay there, too, and you will see and feel everything. And if you want me to stop and leave your body, just say the hatred word: cunt!”

Roy looked straight into Jermain’s eyes, and the burning, desperate desire he could read in them made his heart go out for him. “I will do what you ask” – the guy said seriously, thinking that after all he’d gone there to shoot his load, and that’s what the ghost was asking him to do.

“As you have declared, so shall be done.” – Jermain said, and vanished in a swirl of dust.

Ray lay down on the stone and at first, he didn’t feel anything particular; but when he saw his own hand massaging lasciviously his crotch, and realized that it wasn’t his own will to make it move, but Jermain’s, he got scared as hell. He tried hard to shout the safe word, cunt, but he couldn’t, as his throat, just as much as the rest of his body, was now totally under Jermain’s control.

“Don’t be scared, my young, handsome friend” – Roy’s mouth said, under Jermain’s command, scaring Roy even more – “We’re not going to hurt your precious body. I didn’t lie to you, I told you the truth: there is a safe word… but I forgot to mention that you wouldn’t be able to talk. Pierre! Vince! Come to me! Our living friend has gracefully agreed to help us!”

From the two side tombs came out two ethereal figures. One was tall, hairy and muscular, but completely bold on the head; the other was thinner but chiseled, with long hair and sharp, masculine features. Both were sporting frightening big erections.

“Pierre, you’re the eldest” – Roy’s mouth said to the muscled ghost – “You’ll be the first, but be careful, as our friend is a virgin. We don’t want to hurt him in the least, we want to give him pleasure, so as to let him… and us… shoot our essence!”

The massive ghost got closer and looked down at Roy with great affection: “Don’t worry, boy, I know what I’m doing. In my life I broke into many virgin asses, most of which younger and smaller than yours, and none of the boys under me ever suffered the faintest pain.”

Roy was not particularly heartened by Pierre’s words. He might be a caring and expert ass-fucker, but he was about to take his virginity nonetheless!! Unable to talk, Roy looked straight at Pierre with pleading eyes, begging him to spare him, or at least to be true to his word, and not make him suffer.

The ethereal giant grabbed Roy’s legs and draped them over his own shoulders, gaining an unobstructed access to his pristine hole; and then pressed his humongous helmet on the clenched anus. Roy was surprised, as the ghostly touch didn’t feel cold as he expected, but felt burning hot, as much as the fire raging into the three ghosts’ groins.

Pierre thrusted his hips forward, and sank with one swift move his entire massive tool inside Roy, whose mind screamed in terror, in preparation for the searing pain of the cruel impalement… but he didn’t feel anything like that. He felt a warmth inside him, the same warmth he felt on his anus moments before, and it spread deep into him, reaching places he was not aware of.

“There are some perks at being incorporeal” – Pierre explained with a caring smile – “I’m inside you, but my girth is restrained to what you can get. That will soon change, though…”

Pierre started rocking his hips and Roy felt the warm invader move effortlessly inside him; he felt his own cock rise to a full erection, helped by his own hand moving under Jermain’s command. And his mouth, too, spoke out of Roy’s control and said: “Vince, come closer… You are my brother, and when we were alive I couldn’t touch you. But now, let me suck your beautiful cock through our friend, shove your demanding member down his warm, slick throat!”

Roy stared in horror at the younger ghost straddle his torso and point his long cock to his mouth. The guy tried to clench his jaws, but his teeth couldn’t keep the ethereal manhood out of his mouth. Again, he felt an intoxicating warmth spreading on his tongue and his throat, coupled with a musky, pungent taste: the taste of a man’s cock. Roy’s unwilling hand moved and grabbed Vince’s balls, squeezing and pulling them, until the ghost’s entire cock was fully lodged deep into Roy’s throat. The warm caress didn’t trigger any gag reflex, and Roy relaxed (or at least, his mind did), realizing that, despite the unbelievable notion that two men were reaming his ass and mouth, the feeling wasn’t that unpleasant. Quite the opposite, actually.

The pounding on Roy’s ass paced up a little, and the guy felt his anal muscles stretch a bit, to accommodate the ghostly rod that was growing thicker and more solid. And the penis in his mouth, too, became a bit more corporeal and thicker, to the point that Roy could feel the texture of the silky skin under his tongue. Vince went on face-fucking the guy with constant thrusts, tilting back his head and uttering soft moans of pleasure. Through his ethereal body, Roy could see Pierre’s massive torso twitching and bulging, while the ghostly hips (that felt way too solid!) slammed against his buttocks, making his entire body shake under the blows.

The thickness in Roy’s ass grew more and more, and the guy uttered a long moan, because Jermain, too, was feeling his ass stretched to the threshold of pain; the dull pain radiating from his ass distracted him from the cock in his mouth, that was growing thicker, too, and was uncomfortably straining his throat muscles, unused to give way to a man’s cock.

The double fuck went on for many long minutes, while Roy’s orifices got used to the girth stretching them; and all the while, Roy felt his own well-known hand masterfully stroking his cock, causing him a sheer pleasure that merged with the one coming from his ass and mouth. Then, as if answering to a silent call, both Vince and Pierre withdrew their cocks from Roy and looked down at him, in silence. And while Roy’s mind screamed in fear ‘cunt! cunt!’, his mouth confidently said: “I’m ready, now. Give me it all.”

Under Roy’s eyes, the two ethereal figures lost their residual transparency and became as solid as living men. Then, Pierre’s massive cock, now at full girth and as hard as a wooden pole, broke into Roy’s loosened ass, ball deep. “FUCKKKK…. YEAH!!” – Roy screamed loud, feeling his ass torn apart, but in the most exquisite way. The guy’s scream was suddenly muffled by Vince’s cock, that found its way down the guy’s throat and started pumping in and out at a frantic pace.

 

~ A two-century load ~

The coupled violation of both his openings made Roy’s mind go weak and made all his heterosexual pretenses crumble: the impossible was happening, two studs were fucking him senselessly both ends, like a bitch, and if he could he would’ve screamed for the excruciating pleasure he was feeling. The thick meat in his ass slammed against his prostate over and over, causing shivers of pleasure across his entire body, and the cock pistoning his mouth made him feel totally, wonderfully owned by those two men.

The hand on his cock paced up, and he felt an impossibly intense orgasm rising inside him. Two centuries of cruel denial were about to explode through his cock, and Roy would’ve been scared, if his mind wasn’t completely focused on the wreaking climax approaching.

Vince and Pierre moved away and stood at the sides of Roy, watching him with greedy, marveled eyes, eager to witness the miracle of a man’s orgasm. They reached to the guy’s nipples, his last stronghold of heterosexuality, and took possession of them, gently pinching and tickling with their fingers. The unexpected additional stimulation pushed Roy over the edge: with a raucous, long scream, the guy stiffened and the most massive, wreaking and mind-blowing orgasm broke havoc on his body. Roy screamed and screamed, shooting countless ropes of thick man cream with such a force that his groin ached for the effort. Wave after drowning wave of pleasure submerged his mind, pushing Roy into a state of pure ecstasy.

A large pool of semen formed on the marble tomb, between Roy’s legs, and at long last the contractions slowed down to then trail off. Roy’s numbed mind registered a movement, and suddenly Jermain was standing where Pierre used to be; Roy’s silent question ‘where is Pierre?’ was immediately answered when he saw his own cock, spent after the massive ejaculation, spring up like nothing had happened, ready to shoot again. His own hand, now under Pierre’s control, rushed to stroke it in earnest, and soon a second, even more devastating orgasm exploded in his groin, making his cock shoot all the manly juice his balls could provide.

Exhausted, Roy turned to Vince, silently pleading him to spare him; but he knew well that the younger ghost, too, had waited way too long to give up on the only chance he had to finally rest in peace. Pierre, now satisfied, left Roy’s body, but Vince wasn’t quick enough to replace him and Roy, momentarily free, yelled “CUNT!! CUNT!!”.

Everyone froze in the chapel faintly illuminated by the ever-burning candles. Roy turned to look at Vince, and the young ghost looked back at him with moist eyes. Never in his life Roy had seen in a man’s eyes the devastating horror of being doomed to more long centuries of torment, after being so close to find the long-desired peace. Vince’s glance broke Roy’s heart. “OK, Vince. You win. Do it.”

Vince flashed a bright, thankful smile that repaid Roy in advance for the excruciating trial he was about to undergo. With a swirl, Vince disappeared and Roy felt his cock rise again to a full, throbbing erection; it was almost painful, now, but still Vince’s repressed sexual desire made him close his eyes and abandon himself to his own hand grabbing the stiff member and stroking it with rabid moves. Roy screamed again, with all the breath he had in his body, until his voice failed him. His cock throbbed hard, as a massive ejaculation was going on, but only few drops of seminal liquid came out, as he was completely drained. But this didn’t lessen in any way the wreaking, body-shaking intensity of the orgasm.

Roy passed out for the exhaustion, and when he opened his eyes he gasped in surprise, looking around at him: the first rays of the rising sun were tingeing the chapel in a beautiful shade of pink, the ever-burning candles had gone all out and the potted plants were thriving and covered with flowers. Jermain, Pierre and Vince, now barely visible, were looking down on him with tender gaze.

“The gift you’ve given us cannot ever be repaid” – Jermain said in the most grateful and affectionate tone – “But if in the place we’re going to there is your God… or whatever transcendental being, be sure I will plead him with all my heart to grant you a life full of love, health and satisfaction.”

Pierre stepped forward, with a shy expression and said: “I’m no good with fancy speeches… I wish you all the best life can give you. Wherever we’re going, we sure will keep an undying fond memory of you.”

Vince came closer and placed a warm, ethereal hand on Roy’s chest: “Your heart is pure and indomitable. Of all the three of us, I’m the one who is most in debt with you. I’m not a sorcerer, I can’t grant wishes; but I can foresee that you will soon be given the chance of your life, a one-time chance that I hope you won’t overlook or decline. Keep your mind and your heart open, and you’ll be able to experience, while living, the same joy and peace we have finally found in this grave. Good bye, sweet Roy, you won’t ever be forgotten.”

 

The three ghosts vanished in the thin air and Roy climbed off the hard stone tomb, groaning for his aching muscles. No, not ‘muscles’: every single part of him was aching, especially his groin, his ass and his cock. He picked up his clothes from the floor, noticing how clean and shining it now was, and slowly got dressed.

He sneaked through the rusty gate, out to the deserted cemetery, turned around… and Peter was there, speechless, looking at him with wide eyes. With his beautiful, big green eyes…

Roy slowly walked toward him, hearing Vince’s words echoing in his ears. Now Roy knew what Peter had always desired from him, and suddenly he looked at his lifetime friend with different eyes. “Peter…” – Roy murmured, getting closer to him and holding him in a tender embrace – “I’m not changed, I’m always the same… but stronger. Much stronger. Now I’m not afraid anymore to do this…”

Roy leaned over Peter and gave him a long, passionate, churning kiss that seemed to both to last forever.

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

Thunder, rain, and wet hippies oh my…

White Knights & Savage Days -Tales and times in Boise

Copyright 2015- Cameron Lewis- all rights reserved

Disclaimer the story you are about to read is true the names have been changed to protect the innocent – and truth is always stranger than fiction I can’t make this shit up. Heads up this is a proto-type story for a book combining erotica and cooking so if you are looking for FAP material it will be a bit “lite” If you are interested and liked the concept please place a comment.

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Back in the late 90’s I lived in Boise, Idaho in a 100-year-old apartment complex—on the second floor of a beautiful three-story-old girl known, as “The White Savage” The apartment was nestled in an original Boise neighborhood off State Street surrounded by antique trees an amazing donut shop and a few blocks from Joe Albertson’s first grocery store. The Savage (as she was affectionately called) was an eclectic mix of bohemian and up-and-comer—Gay, straight, bi, tri, male and female, and some who knows what?

The White-Savage Apartments was the Pacific NorthWest equal to Armistead Maupin’s Barbary Lane but landlocked.

For those that do not know Boise-she is a quaint little city, the state capital, full of trees, clean as a bug’s ear. Boise is the only place I have ever lived you could eat off the streets and the “fringe” punk rockers ironed their clothes.

Boise is nestled in a valley-giving it a unique microclimate that makes it prone to mild winters and extreme monsoon-like rains in midsummer and early fall ushering in winter. These rains are often accompanied by ugly powerful microbursts of wind a couple of times each year (The microbursts are strong enough to blow your garden shed over a fence half a block away, take the roof off your house, or move large planters across your porch).

This is a true story, names are changed a bit, but the rest is as true as I can remember it.

After a beautiful warm summer and several very warm September days and nights-A, cold mountain wind blew into Boise and with it dark thunderheads and rain clouds formed. As the heavy ness built in the air-a very cold northern wind followed and the smell of ozone and rain.

It was a typical Saturday Morning, Coffee at the Flying M Coffee House then a trip to hit the Albertsons-number 1 for some shopping and quality flirt time with the sexy butcher and see what screaming deal on a huge chunk of prime grade a dead cow he could give me-(This day I ended up with a beautiful roast), a basketful of fall roots, and some fruit and a plan for a restful evening in with a good friend, some fine wine and food and conversation.

When I got home I peeled some apples and pears and tossed them with some cinnamon, clove, chili powder, vanilla extract, cornstarch, a bit of sugar, and some Markers Mark and vanilla powder tosed and let them marinade- meantime I made a pie crust, chilled it in the freezer, rolled it and cut it and filled it with the marinated apples and pears, I wove a top crust and popped it in the 425 degrees F oven to bake 35 to 45 minutes depending on your oven.

Then around 4 pm-I got out the old covered roaster, oiled it, and prepped the roast- I oiled it and covered it with some ground pepper blend( From Crate and Barrel), and sea-salt, cut up the carrots, purple potatoes, baby reds, rutabaga and the last of my Walla Walla Sweet onions of the season- added some diced fresh herbs from the shared Savage garden( Rosemary, Thyme, Oregano, Basil) a good glug of El Gato red wine from Argentina put the lid on and popped into the 450-degree oven (for the first 20 minutes then 325 until it hits the right internal temp of 115 to 120) I measured out the ingredients for drop biscuits, grabbed some wine, set the table.

My good friend/neighbor was due over around 6 for pre-dinner Maker’s Mark cocktails and some appetizers. We try to do a major dinner at least once a month on Saturday to catch up, decompress and watch some TV.

Right on the dot at 6 –my dinner guest showed up. We adjourned to my front-covered balcony with cocktails in hand for some storm-watching. Boise’s location makes for amazing storm-watching as weather moves in over the mountains. My balcony gave the view and a chance to enjoy the last of the summer flowers all to a wonderful soundtrack of Narada’s new age music. Makers Mark and 7up never tasted as good.

The lightning started to flash and raindrops started falling –the wind gusts started up. We knew it was going to be a big, wet, cold, blowing night…Suddenly without warning the rain hit hard – like a wave hitting an Oregon rocky shore. Jason and both looked up and saw a long-haired young man with a hiking backpack walking in front of the building, in the short time he was already soaked through.

If you live in Boise you know to get out of this type of storm and into some shelter as fast as you can-these storms can become dangerous very fast.

Jason (my neighbor) and I looked at each other and yelled at the kid to come in and get out of the rain just as lightning struck 50 feet ahead of him. He fell down into the neighbor’s flower bed covering himself in mud and leaves. The drenched young man got up, ran across the street, and came into the lobby.

Jason and I went down to meet him and eventually guide him up to the apartment.

The kid was a wet muddy mess. Jason ran back up and grabbed a couple of towels to help dry him off so he didn’t leave puddles on the stairs or on my freshly polished hardwood floors. It was obvious after a few seconds that our wet friend was too wet for a simple towel off so he quickly suggested getting undressed in the tiled lobby to avoid too much more mess. Totally unabashed the boy doffed his pack, coat, boots (literally full of water), shirt, socks, and pants –leaving him in black CK boxer briefs- Jason grabbed his wet clothes and offered to run them down to the Savages Laundry as I escorted the young man upstairs.

As you entered my apartment the bathroom was immediately on the right. One of the cool features of most of The Savage’s apartments were the carefully restored bathrooms, spacious with beautiful original claw foot tubs and octagonal tile floors-they looked like a scene out of a classic movie ( A quick side ponder –how many butts had been in those tubs over 100 years?).

My young guest saw the bathroom and immediately asked if he could take a bath and clean up—I handed him a clean towel – he grabbed his backpack and went in to the bathroom—I walked in and showed him how to seal the drain, and handed him a Jar of Kuma Sutra Treasures of the Sea Blue bath salts, lit a couple of Pier 1 candles and told him to take his time and soak and relax away. A minute later the door opened a bit and the hippie child asked if I had a robe — all his clothes were wet. I grabbed a terry robe and a pair of my ex’s 2xst tighty whities, and a laundry basket and handed them to him and said to sort out his wet stuff so it could be washed and dried after his bath.

Within a couple of minutes, he slid the basket out just as Jason walked back in…being the good doobie he was he grabbed the basket and headed to the laundry room.

When Jason returned and I updated him on the situation and gave him the task of finishing the biscuits for dinner. I grabbed a couple more bottles of fine Walla Walla WA wine and added an extra place setting to the table.

By this time the storm was really building up—Thunder was shaking the windows, Nick the cat was pacing and I was gearing up to see if dinner would be served before the power went out.

After about 30 minutes I heard the bathtub drain and the shower start- I put the biscuits in the oven and pulled the roast out to rest. I Grabbed some of the drippings of the roast added some more El Gato red wine, a bit of flour, and arrowroot, and made a thick Au Jus gravy- I popped the cork on a nice L’ecole #41 Wineries Burgundy wine to let it breathe just as my new guest wandered out of the Bath dressed in a terry robe, looking a bit more relaxed and smelling of Kama Sutra Treasures of the Sea (much improved over ode to wet hippy) I asked if he wanted to join us for dinner- and got a hardy “Hell yes” It smells amazing. Soon the timer buzzed and I pulled out the biscuits, Jason started to cut the roast and dished up roots. I lit the candles and we three sat down for a meal as the storm raged outside.

The roast was perfect, the salad crisp, the wine rich, and almost too decadent. The apple-pear pie was great. By the time dinner was done it was already 9 pm, and there was still no sign of the storm breaking. The three of us made quick work of the dinner cleanup and reconvened in the living room for a nightcap. I broke out the snifters and warmers and the bottle of Cointreau.

The Living room window thermometer showed the outside temps had dropped to the 40s (F) —and to quote Burl Ives from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer “It was not a fit night for man nor beast”. Idaho winter was well on its way. Jason and I braved the cold and brought in several plants from the balcony to winter over. (Jason worked a great geothermal heated nursery/greenhouse and wintered over my plants every year) .

Based on our quick outside experience we knew there was no way our guest was going to be leaving to go anywhere tonight.

I was off the next 4 days but Jason had to work, so at 10:45 he made his good nights and left down the stairs to his basement abode. (Jason’s apartment was an amazing open plan studio with super “loft-like” energy with exposed pipes and an amazing mini kitchen and 4X4 ft windows)

I invited the hippie child to spend the night. I Gave him the choice of the couch, floor, or sharing my bed (said jokingly– well halfhearted jokingly)-Now, before you think I lost my mind letting a total stranger spend the night… we three had talked over the evening I had learned the young man was from Alberta, Canada- the son of two MD’s, was 25, just had graduated with a degree in health science/ Physiology/Training and was heading home after a 4-month “walk-a-bout” of the US. He had a pregnant girlfriend and was debating asking her to marry him… As I got to know him I found this beautiful bright, educated, young soul. I just realized I never described him- his name was Mark, he was 5’7, about 165 pounds, brown hair, muscled and fit, full beard, curly long hair, and a very furry chest and legs.

I felt comfortable having him in the house like he was a long-lost old friend.

Mark and I opted for another nightcap and to watch some of the late news to grab the forthcoming weather report. Per the weather report, this storm was here for two or three more days of intense wind, cold, and rain.

I need to mention I have arthritis in my knee and back. I have had it since I was in my 20’s and by this time in my early 40’s it flared with the weather changes. The storm really made it flare up.

After shutting off the TV and turning on the music again I went to get up off the couch and my knee gave out and I bit the floor. It was so not pretty. The fall wrenched both my back and my knee. Mark helped me get up. We talked a bit more -when I felt my back start to seize. I explained the situation and excused myself for a hot shower, and to take a “head off the swelling” dose of Celebrex (an anti-inflammatory) and a muscle relaxer (Flexural) I left Mark watching the aquarium by candlelight- listening to Michael Gettle’s San Juan Suite.

I finished the shower, and threw on a robe and boxer briefs; just as the Celebrex and flexural were kicking in. I grabbed some blankets and a pillow for Mark for the couch and headed to my bed -while I was still able to walk. Just as I was crawling in, Mark knocked on my door and reminded me he was trained in sports medicine and wondered if a massage would help—I was just chemically induced enough to say “hell yes”.

Mark had me lay face up, he sat on the floor and started in on my feet—the kid had strong hands and knew how to use them. He hit all the reflexology points—he then worked up to my knees and thighs using his skilled kneading. He then had me roll on my stomach and asked if I minded him taking his robe off. He straddled my legs and proceed to ever so gently start working my very sore back, probing and identifying the worst spots – I was in relaxation heaven – the wind blowing outside, beautiful music, scents of Pier One autumn candles, a stunning nearly naked man massaging me –I looked at the clock as he started my back and it was 2 am.

The next thing I know I wake up and see 9 am on the clock, The CD player was still playing the 6 disks from the night before and I feel squished –but in a good way. I feel Nick the cat in his usual space on my left side and I have a very warm something asleep on my right side. There was a scratchy beard, and a hairy chest attached to what I suspect was a throbbing boner pushed up against my right thigh. The storm outside was still waging and the apartment was cold—(The Savage had a central boiler that had to be manually switched on to activate the radiators. Thus, the first cold evenings got really cold until the boiler was left on for the winter.) This was the first cold night and day of the pending season. I didn’t want to move, this was heaven! Being warm, squished, and relaxed. I laid there for another hour dozing until the urge to pee hit- I gently un-entangled myself from the boy and cat, covered him back up, hit the head, and went to put some Flying M coffee on—I noticed all the balcony plants were gone and sitting on the table was a basket of folded laundry with a note – no writing just a big smiley face.

While the coffee was brewing I hit the shower and pulled on some fresh boxer briefs and some sweats- leaving the boy to sleep- I turned the oven on to help heat the apartment and mixed up some Betty Crocker Blueberry muffins (Follow the box instruction for water and egg and temp but add to the mix a teaspoon of cinnamon, a teaspoon of vanilla extract, an eighth teaspoon of chili powder and a tablespoon of strawberry jelly, mix well-ladle into muffin cups or put into a greased 9X9 pan to make muffin bars) I popped them into the oven and went to ponder the night over my coffee. I was reading the paper, finishing my first cup of Flying M special roast when a man with only briefs and a boner on came into the living room. I got up, poured him some coffee, pulled the muffins from the oven, and went and sat back on the couch. Mark immediately moved over and snuggled up against me- I grabbed the nearby throw and pulled it over us and continued to read the paper—I was reading the Entertainment section trying to process the fact I had a supposed straight boy snuggled against me in just his underwear with his hand on my thigh…I decided to just enjoy the moment. Mark and I stayed on the couch reading the paper, listening to wind and rain, drinking coffee, and eating muffins for a couple of hours. Not really talking-just being. I had only gotten up to take another dose of med, change out the CD cartridge to some light classical and make a pot of Montana Huckleberry tea—It was an amazing day -he and I were just there- one of those magical zen moments in your life—A time of quiet beautiful joy.

Somewhere around 2 we decided it was nap time and we returned to the bed (which Mark had made up before coming out for coffee)—Mark still in just tighty whites-as I got up I noticed his briefs had a very large translucent wet spot, as I was laying down he quietly asked if I was wearing the sweats to nap in—I stopped and realized he didn’t want me to wear sweats to nap in, I took them off, next thing I know I have a mouth on my nipple and a hand on my crotch—and my hand being steered over to his very very wet crotch—within minutes we were in rut, like wild animals, exploring each other’s bodies—at one point Mark whispers to me that he had always wanted to do this and never had. Over the next few hours, Mark got to experience how men made love to each other – All aspects of it.

Somewhere around 7:30, I realized we needed to take a break and eat—I grabbed the phone hit *4 for Flying Pie, and ordered an extra-large Lasagna Pizza and Salad—they said they were running an hour and 15 minutes for delivery—Perfect! I grabbed Mark and took him into the shower to wash off the sweat and cum. We got out and dried off. I threw him another pair of my ex’s 2xst Briefs and some workout shorts and a T-shirt to put on. He made the bed as I put on some clothes. No sooner than I pulled my shirt on there was a knock at the door-it was Flying Pie Pizza and Jason (he could smell a pizza being delivered from 1000 feet)—I cringed even with burning Pier One Autumn Spice candles all day any gay man walking in the door could still smell man sex musk and feel the sexual energy after 4 plus hours of hard man to man sex—Jason made sure to comment. I was afraid it would cause Mark to freak—I was preparing for the post, “man on-man sex straight man guilt-freak out” as it was. Guess what it didn’t happen; instead, Mark went over and gave Jason a big hug and kissed and thanked him for the night before and for doing his laundry– Jason’s jaw dropped- I opened a Canyon Cellars Basic Burg Poured three glasses and we ate pizza and salad–Mark curled up against me the whole time – Jason in a state of flabbergasted and gobsmacked- giving me the “Lucy you got some ‘splaining to do look” most of the night—around 10:30 he bid his adieu —Immediately Mark took my hand and put it on his very hard cock and asked me to take him again but this time doggy style…You can figure out how the rest of the night and most of the early morning went.

The next three days flew by–

Mark ended up staying with me for a little over three weeks- Part of the reason he was in Phoenix was to meet with Boise State University professors about some potential graduate work programs that gave him a chance to do a mini internship and check out the school and program.

We became very great intimate friends during that time– By the time he left, there were very few positions from the Joy of Gay Sex we hadn’t tried- Very few of each other’s fantasies we had not explored. Mark’s extended stay meant he had to fly home instead of continuing his walking adventures and Hitch Hiking experience.

After a night of feverish lovemaking (he said we didn’t fuck- we made man love) I took him to the airport and after a lot of hugging and some tears sent him north to Calgary.

I got a phone call that evening thanking me and telling me he had gotten home safe and sound.

A few weeks later I got a birthday card with a large sum Pier One gift card in it with a sticky note saying for more candles. A week or so after that I got a birth announcement about his little boy being born (strangely he had my first name as a middle name) and a wedding invite…then never another peep—The three weeks and three days he was with me remains one of the most special periods of my life.

A follow-up side note- I was the HIV/STD prevention program manager for the State of Idaho – a CDC-funded position. It required me to attend lots of national/International meetings. Two years after Mark’s visit I was in Pittsburgh at a LARGE HIV conference- I ended up getting into the opening meeting a bit late and had to sit at the back corner table with some other latecomers. My table was joined by a wonderful married couple both MDs -we all ate together- the USAID conference always does a get-to-know-your-neighbors exercise at lunch, as we went around and shared the places we were from when the MD couple heard where I had come from — they commented on how wonderful their son thought Boise was, how he had spent several weeks there a couple of years ago-how it changed his life…I never asked the son’s name but I could see Mark in this couple’s eyes and facial features.

We spent the next week at the conference together seeing each other at dinners and lunches and at the conference seminars—at one point one it became picture sharing time and they showed me the picture of their soon-to-be three-year-old grandson- Mark Cameron-it was one of those WOW moments…you never think possible just how small a global village we really live in.

I have not heard from Mark, I imagine he went on to get his doctorate and make more beautiful babies, I hope that he too remembers that magical experience.

The handsome and sexy Calvin, a steamy Italian, who loves getting fucked by Tyler his friend since middle school. Tyler shares their long friendship and most recent nights of the most cum producing fucks.

I met Calvin in the sixth grade and we became best friends all through our senior year in high school. We both played all four years on our high school baseball team–he first base and me second base. We were two innocent young guys who were virgins until Calvin joined the Army after high school graduation. At the beginning of our senior year in high school, we came out to each other as two innocent and very ignorant gay guys about sex. During our first week of our senior year, my parents went on vacation for a week and Calvin came to spend the week with me. I got hold of a gay tape from my older cousin Jake and Calvin and I watched it several times as we masturbated often shooting our loads on each other’s face or crotches causing us great orgasms but that is as far as it went. Calvin had a smooth dark 7 inch cut cock while I had a very thick cut 9 inch dong. 

Without attempting to brag us up, we were both very hot and sexy horny jocks. 

Calvin is one of the hottest guys I have ever met. He is a dark handsome Italian with deep black hair, black eyes, hairless body except for his underarms and trimmed dark pubic hair, as an adult he has always weighed around 160 pounds, stands 5 feet and 10 inches and an amazing cum shooter from those oversized balls.

I, on the other hand am a red haired dude with lots of freckles on my back and chest, smooth very light skinned hairless body like most red heads, a big thick 9 inch cut cock featuring a large mushroom head, over sized low hanging balls, stand 6 feet and 3 inches, weigh 195 hard jock trained pounds, green eyes, hard chest with big male breasts, large biceps and a hot six packs for abs. 

After Calvin joined the Army, I rarely heard from him although I often thought about that senior year when he and I had our very first limited experiences as horny gay dudes jacking off.

After I went college to become a specialist in sports medicine, I gave up my innocents and became very active with a number of horny dudes mostly jocks.

A few days after Calvin left the Army and returned to our city, he gave me a call and asked if we could have dinner. I was totally excited and yes I got very hard during the phone call. I was hoping that Calvin had become an active gay man. I had always found him so sexy and had many dreams during those years lusting after him.

We met on a Friday night at his favorite Italian restaurant and as I saw him I was amazed how hot he was and so grown up with such a great body. After dinner, we went back to my place and had a couple of drinks as Calvin said: “Hey Tyler my best friend, I have so missed you, man you’re so hot and sexy. I need to be honest and share with you that while in the Army, I have become a gay slut.  On my days off, I became a stripper as guys lusted after me as I stripped. In fact, I usually went home with one of the horny guys from the club for a wild night of rough sex. I am a total bottom and man I have had some of the best cocks up my man pussy for many years. Also have you ever heard of sausage parties? Well some hot dude holds a party at his house and I am the main entertainment as I undress and with about 25 horny guys present, I go around and hump my naked ass into their big crotch bulges and let some of the them suck my cock as I dance all around the room. I usually at the end let one of the hottest guys get me down on the floor and he fucks me and shoots his load deep in me. Don’t worry, I use PreP.”

“OH MY GOD CALVIN, you’e no longer a shy virgin and neither am I. But I could never have the courage to do what you do. I just find a fuck buddy for the night.” (In my mind, I was secretly thinking anout my new life with four fuck buddies hoping to add Cavin to that list of soon to be five).

“Hey Tyler, you’re more sexy than all those wild horny dudes that has ever fucked me. I’ve thought about you every since those high school days when we jacked off. I want us to kiss, suck cock, eat ass and fuck yea please use that huge cock to fuck my man pussy rough and long. I want you to bred me. Man I lust after you so much.”

“OH MY GOD CALVIN, yes I want you so bad.”

Calvin takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom as we both are horny as hell with our cocks hard as steel spewing precum in out shorts. We get down to our briefs and holy fuck Calvin is wearing a pair of Calvin Klen light blue briefs with a white band and his hard cock and balls are showing thrugh the thin blue cloth. I almost shoot my load then and there. I am also wearing a pair of yellow thin Calvin Klen see through shorts showing off my 9 inch ccok and low hanging big balls.. We both have a wet spots in the front of those shorts from all that flowing precum. Man is that every hot. Keeping on those shorts, Calvin pulls me into a hard bear hug as our wet briefs touch each other. The feel of those trapped wet red hot cocks banging against each causing goose bumps up and down our spines, I open my mouth as Calvin runs his long hot wet tongue to the back of my throat. We go wild French kissing as gobs of salvia runs out our mouths and down on our chins and naked chests. The smell and feel of all that warm breath and spit makes us wild for each other so we wildly hump those pulsating cocks together and kiss and kiss for the longest time. I had never been this horny and lusting for a man’s cock or my cock up a man pussy. I was about to faint from all the animal uncontrolled lust I was feeling.

After a long time of kissing and humping, we broke the hug and ripped off our briefs. We get down on the bed with Calvin on top as we get into a 69 and begin a wild sloppy kissing, licking, sucking and tonguing each others balls and swallowing those two throbbing blood filled cocks over and over. Mmmm the smell and taste of those spewing wet cocks, balls and yes ass holes were  mind boggling. As we gave each other long deep throating those red hot cocks, we use fingers to fuck each others’ puckering pussies. The room is filled with the smells of cum, sweat and horny man sex.

After devouring those cocks deep in our throats, we run our tongues up and down the underside of those rock hard cocks as we continue to finger fuck those eager puckering man pussies until Calvin decides it is time for me to put him on the bed on his back, spread his legs and feet wide and expose his incredible beautiful hairless pink ass for me to service him with my mouth and get him ready to take my steel hard cock up his very experienced man pussy for the first time. Oh how I wanted to make my long time buddy take my cock deep in that slick amazing ass so we could do what we  were afraid to do back in high school and yes I was so eager to bred him this very night. 

With shivers running up and down my back, I got between his spread legs and lowered my mouth into his waiting crotch and pulsating ass. I begin by spitting all over that opening, suck hard on those ass lips, kiss that wet pussy over and over, use my tongue to eat him out and run my tongue up nd down that long ass crack form the longest time while Calvin moans and grunts and begs me not to stop. As I continue to eat his ass, I use one hand begin masturbating his swollen dick as he cries out that he is about to come. I then spit gobs of my spit on that throbbing cock as I begin to rapidly jerk him off and eat him out at the same time. Finally, it is time to fuck my long time friend for the first time. I lube his man pussy and and my aching leaking cock. I lift his feet and legs up on my broad shoulders and begin push my hard cock past his ass lips and sphincter as my cock slides all the way inside that pussy without any resistance–too many cocks have been in that pussy to stop my thrusting in without any trouble.. Oh my god, the feel of his silk like, soft, and wet pussy has my cock sliding all around those ass walls, deep in his tunnel and wow the feel of his prostate hitting my cock head has me ready to come. I fuck him fast and rough until I feel his experienced ass muscles grip my cockas he milks my balls dry. He is wildly jerks his own cock and wow we both explode at the same moment as he soaks his stomach, chest and face with a torrent of semen and I fill his ass with a volcanic load of my fresh cum. 

With us both spent, I pull out my softening cock of that sexy ass, get down and lick up his cum off his body and kiss him as we share his very sweet protein filled nectar. Then I get down and spread his legs as he lies on his back and suck my cum out of that wet oozing ass and feed it to him. Man it was the night of fucking I had waited for a decade to enjoy.

NEXT CHAPTER WITH HOT CUTE AND SEXY ETHAN, TYLER’S AFRICAN AMERICAN FUCK BUDDY

Day 8

I was sleeping fully naked as usual, but today I woke up with a surprise. I don’t know how Dahlia managed to lube my ass and penetrate me, but I woke up on my back, legs up with a cock in my ass. She was going slow in and out and, and greeted me with a kiss. We kept making love, I wrapped my arm around her neck, and we were kissing. With my hand wrapped around her neck, legs wrapped around her waist, her cock going in and out of me, and her lips on my neck, I felt in heaven, everything was perfect at that moment. She could feel my cock getting under her, so she took hers out of my ass, put some lube on my dick, and mounted me. I was fucking her, while she was leaning back cock pointed at my face and masturbating. In a few minutes, she started to cum right at my face, hitting me in the eye and some of the landing in my mouth. She kept riding me, till I came in her, her semi-hard dick slapping around. When we were done I asked her:

• “What was that for?”
• “I wanted to wake you up in a nice way.” – then she kissed me.

We had coffee on the terrace, fully naked not caring for anyone seeing us like that. The feeling of the warm sun on my dick and naked ass was pretty nice.

• “So did you complete your task.”
• “I did, but no pictures or video, the guy wasn’t really happy, when he realized I had a dick.”
• “Haha, but he still fucked you right?”
• “Yea, you can’t escape this ass that easily.”
• “Yea I agree.” – she replied with a smile.

We spend the morning talking about my day, I told her how I was scared at first, but overcome it, about the blowjob in the elevator, and everything with the random dude from the pool.

• “Well another task complete, you are doing great so far.”
• “I don’t feel them like a task anymore, just having fun and obeying my Mistress.”
• “Good, that’s how you know it’s working, well then let’s have some more fun, I have a lot planned for the next days.” “And no more tasks, except your finals tasks, but we will get to that another day.” “So how do you feel, want to go out dressed like a sissy?”
• “Hell yea, I embraced it, and I do like it now.”
• “Great let’s get ready.”

Today I was feeling it. So before I got dressed I caged my cock and put a plug out back, just for fun, when Dahlia so me, she decided to joy and did the same. She was wearing a business suit today, a black short skirt, dark panties, a white tank top, the jacked of the suit, and red high heels. I decided to match her, I got a gray suit, with a short skirt as well, a blue tank top, colorless panties, a suit jacket, and black heels. I also put on a dark red wig to match her hair color. We were 2 business ladies going out, with caged dicks and plugged asses.

We were wondering truly the stores, trying clothes and other stuff. We were like “sisters”, always in the same dresser, watching each other change, giving opinions on the outfits, occasional slap on the ass, or grabbing and kissing, pulling the plug out just to put it back in a moment later, or to see how it look like without it when measuring underwear. We had a lot of fun, I have never before had so much fun shopping. We were thinking of going to a restaurant. We were looking thru some bathing suits when I caught one of the guys working there checking us out. Dahlia remember something she forgot to buy and told me she will be back in 15 minutes. I told her ok and kept looking thru the store. I caught the guy checking me out again, he was arranging clothes next to the dressers. I picked something up and went to “try it on”, and when I was inside I pulled the curtain slightly, showing only my head, and asked him if he can come to help me for a moment. He asked if I want him to get some of the girls to help, but I told him that is ok and that I want a guy’s opinion. He approached me, and I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside, directly unzipping his jeans, and started to suck his cock. He was surprised but didn’t mind at all. The dude came in less than 5 minutes, but that was ok, I just wanted a quick taste anyway. I left him their pants down and went on the way for Dahlia.

In the restaurant, we picked a table and I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and clean my lips from the blowjob. When I came back to the table Dahlia was sitting with 2 dudes, they locked pretty cutely, both wearing suits, she said that the place is full and she invited them to have lunch with us if I don’t mind. We were laughing and having fun, and they were touchy. When we finished with lunch, one of the guys whispered something in Dahlia’s ear, she then leans over to me and said:

• “He asked me if we want to go to the bathroom for a quickie, what do you think?”
• “Fuck it let’s go.”

I know Dahlia fucked me a lot, but turns out she loved to take cock up the ass a lot, maybe more than me, such a slut.

We went to the man’s bathroom om, and one of the dudes put an off-limits sign outside, no idea where he found it. In the bathroom, it didn’t take us long to push them to the wall and start sucking them off. We each had chosen a dude we liked, and we were sucking them off like the professionals we are. The guys pinned us on the fall, and lifted our skirts, they pulled our pantyhose down and moved our panties to the side. Remember we both still had plugs inside, but the dudes didn’t seem to care they just took them out, they them on the floor, and started to fuck us. They had a pretty big dick and were fucking us pretty hard, you could hear the echo of their tight slapping against our asses, and the sounds we were all making. They swapped, and I had the other guy’s cock inside me now and Dahlia my guy’s cock in her. We were facing each other and we were watching each other in the eyes, while both of us were taking cocks inside. I reach and grabbed her hand, so we are holding hands while the guys are rapping us. They put us on sick, and we were back with our original dudes, legs up and spread, pantyhose hanging from one leg, panties still on covering the cage dick, not that this dude cared. They wanted to fuck us, and they did. We finished, with me and Dahlia on the floor faces touching, makeup going down our faces, and these dudes masturbating and getting ready to cum all over us. Sperm was everywhere, we were licking it off each other and kissing to share the taste, and the guys were happy to watch us. They said goodbye and left us to clean up before we left as well.

Dahlia did say what she forgot, or what she was carrying in the bags when she came back, before the restaurant, she told me it was a surprise. Well, tonight I was going to find out. We were talking in the evening, about her previous experiences, other sissies she trained, and so on. I learned so much about her and what she loves, she also told me how much fun we are going to have the next few days, in preparation for my “final test”. She told me to go to the bedroom and wait for her. She had a surprise for me since I was doing so well. I lay in bed waiting for my Mistress.

Well, I got a Mistress tonight. She showed up all dressed up in leather. Black and red were the colors. She had long red boots, with big pointy heels. She had fishnet stockings, and red gloves on. Her hair was dead in a ponytail and wet. She had a black corset on, but her boobs were out, the corset just cupping them underneath, she also had nipple clamps on her tits. Her already hard cock was also out; she was wearing some kind of crotchless leather panties. Holding a whip in one hand. I was just stunned.

• “Are you ready for me bitch, are you going to serve your Mistress.”
• “Yes Mistress Dahlia, command me.”
• “Get over hear slut, my boots need cleaning.”

I jumped off the bed and ran toward her, going down on the floor and licking her boots. She started to slap my ass with the whip while I was down there, she didn’t hit me hard, but at this point, I didn’t care it was all so hot, and I didn’t expect I was going to be into this stuff, but seeing her like that, I just wanted her so bad. She told me to lay on my back and started to run the whip up and down my body, slightly spinning it and hitting me at times. She then stepped on me, she was playing with my balls with her feet, hitting me, and asking me to suck her heels. She then sat on my face and told me to eat that ass up. I was licking it, fucking her with my tongue, my hand was pinned down, so I had my tongue to use only, and I was even struggling for breath a bit. She lifted herself, and the moment I open my mouth to take a bit of air in, she stuck her dick inside and started to fuck me in my mouth. She was holding my head and just fucking me aggressively, my only choice was to take it, I even started to choke a bit.

She told me to get up, and slowly remove her nipple claps, then she grabbed them and place them on me. They were connected with a chain. She then pushed my face down, and ass up, and started to lick me, the next moment I felt something penetrating me, but It wasn’t a dick. I could see her fucking me with her heel in the mirror. It was pointy and I could feel it pocking me inside, I was afraid it could damage me, but she was so careful. While pinned down, she also handcuffed me and told me to turn around on my knees. She then started to fuck my face again, and I could feel her foot playing with my balls and dick. She grabbed the chain connecting the nipple clams and pulled me to follow her. She led me to the balcony and put me on the sofa we had there. Then she stood behind me and penetrated me, pushing it hard inside and fucking me at full speed. I was pretty sure my scream was heard by the neighbors, but I didn’t care. I was a proper sissy slut at that time, taking dick and begging for more, for her not to stop, out in the open. The handcuff was broken, they were cheap anyways, but I was holding the rail on the balcony while she was fucking me from behind while choking me with the whip. I had tears going down my eyes, from both pain and pleasure.

We moved back inside the bedroom, and she was laying on the bed, legs spread, heels touching and I was on top of her riding that dick. The pleasures I felt at that point were too much again, my dick started to leak, and I started to cum on her leather corset. I was feeling so much pleasure I didn’t even care I just came, but she did. She got mad I came without permission, and also on the cloth, she told me I better clean this shit up fast. I licked every last drop of her and started to kiss her breast and purr like a cat.

• “Oo you are sorry for the mess you made, now you want forgiveness don’t you pussy?” “Well you better get that dick hard fast then, I want you inside me”

That was all I waited for, I lifted her legs and penetrated that ass.

• “Yes baby, fuck you, Mistress, that it fuck me hard, fuck me.”

Dahlia was creaming, and that was making me even hornier. I flipped her on her chest and started to fuck her pinned down on the bed, holding her hand behind in a tight grip. I put her on her back again, and lifted one leg, fucking her like that, while keeping eye contact with her. I could see how much she was enjoying every second of it, but I still could make her cum, to experience the same prostate orgasm she gave me. The roles reversed again, I was on my back legs up, and she was laying on her side fucking me like that, I didn’t know what I like more fucking her or getting fucked by her, but at this point, I didn’t care. She had me pinned on the backboard of the bed, and I could feel my dicking hanging under me slapping around. I loved the feeling of that dick going inside of me in this position, I was biting a pillow I had under me to keep myself screaming like crazy. I came for the second time tonight like that, what did she take how did she keep going for so long? I ended up on top of her, legs in the air, she was holding my waist and fucking me like that when I felt my ass finally getting filled with warm goodness. We just felt sleep like that, I was once again sleeping with a dick in my ass.

Day 9

The next day we spend most of it just resting and relaxing. We went to the pool, got some drinks, and flirted with the waiters. In the afternoon we just cuddled and watch a movie like any normal couple it was nice. But I still had a mission in mind.

After dinner, Dahlia took a long bath and I prepared myself mentally and physically. I picked up vibrators I liked, spread some roses on the bed, lit up some candles, and put on some romantic music. When she got out of the bathroom she asked me what is all this.

• “This is all for you babe, I wanted to make you something special.”
• “Aaaaa, so nice of you.”

Then I walked toward her and I whispered in her ear:

• “That’s not all, tonight I’m going to make you cum, I fill you fuck you as long and hard as I need and you will cum hand free. You are my lady tonight and I do what it takes to make my lady happy.”

She could not say anything, she just had her mount open in shock. I kissed her and lifted her, letting her down on the bed. I poured hot chocolate all over her still-wet body, which I ordered earlier, and started to lick it up, she was so excited. I started to play with her cock a little, and while she had her eyes closed enjoying it, I lubed up a vibrator and put it in her. She was happily surprised by that. I then laid on my back, and sprayed some whipped cream on my dick, she didn’t need a second invite to start licking it off. I took my time to enjoy her lovely lips around my cock. The vibrator was still working inside of her ass. She took it out and mounted me, and so my task begins. I was fucking her for 30-40 minutes, stopping to rest but using the vibrator while was not inside of her. I even had her on the ground, legs up on the side of the bed, and fucking her like that, switching between my dick and the vibrator. When I had her on all fours, they told me to stick the vibrator in as well, she was begging me to do it. She had both me and the vibrators inside of her, which made her go crazy, and she started to slap her ass at my legs. I had already cum inside of her tonight, but I kept going, my dick was working perfectly tonight, it didn’t matter I was rock hard. Finally, while I was on top of her, fucking her in the missionary position, holding her thighs. She started to moan hard, her legs were lifting her, and her ass was moving up, but I kept fucking her. Her ass and waits getting lifted by her legs, and with her head leaning backward, and closed eyes, she started to scream, and her dick started to spill sperm all over her sweaty torso, and over her belly, breast, and even face. I was so happy, a minute later I started to spray my seed on top of her as well. Laying in each other arms.

• “Thanks babe, that was amazing, I came so hard.”
• “You can say I completed my task then.”
• “Yea you were the man tonight, but tomorrow back to being a sissy slut.”
• “Yes, Mam.”
• “O feel free to call me what you want from now on. I would say we are just 2 basic whores now.”

Day 10

Tonight we will have guess told me, Dahlia, in the morning. But she didn’t say anything else. We were wondering what to do today when Dahlia remember something.

• “I didn’t even show you the second part of the gift from the other day.”

She grabbed a bag and pulled out 2 vibrating plugs. She told me we should put them in, and we can control them from our phones. It should be a lot of fun. We had to go out to pick up dresses since we had an event we needed to go to tomorrow, so I proposed we used them in public to have more fun. Since I was picking a dress for myself as well, so I dressed like a girl again and we left. We also put in the toys and we decided it will be more fun to have each other control over the vibrations. The vibrations were stronger than I expected. We were walking and since one of us open the up and started to play with it, the other one started to walk funny right away. I was going to cum due to this toy. In the shop, we were trying on dresses in different dressing rooms this time, and from time to time you can hear someone moaning or gasping, I will let you guess why. I loved this app.

I guess Dahlia was done since I didn’t hear her anymore, I was trying a blue dress, but could not get her to fit, I called Dahlia and ask her if she can get another one for me. I have just removed her, and I was in my panties only, which we white and soaked with pre-cum already, my door opened, and I girl showed up with a dress. She looked at me and smiled, she walked in, left the dress on the hanger, and started to touch my cock and started to kiss me. I don’t know if Dahlia knew her or if she just send her and this girl is thirsty, but I felt a bit set up, since the moment she fell to suck me, I started to feel the vibrator going on like crazy. This girl was having fun, but it was hard for me to last long with this thing inside my ass, making me go crazy. Still, I came in the chick mount, and they took it happily, she kissed me with cum filled mouth, to share a bit of the taste, then told me to let her know if I need any other help and left. We picked up our dresses and left the store to go to a restaurant. I had pulled out my plug, but Dahlia still had hers inside, it was time for some revenge.

We sat down and started to look at the menu, the moment the waitress came, I started to pump that app. Dahlia was having difficulty ordering at that point. She told me to stop, but it was too much fun. Every time she was trying to eat or drink, I will increase the speed. I could see her sweating. She tried to grab the phone but no chance. I started to play with it, going up and down, on the speed, and program settings. I could see her getting hot in front of me. I could see her dick, it was rock-hard under her dress. She was trying to hide it under the table. She started to rub her boobs, and her nipples, and even took one out for a second before someone walked by. I could see how horny she was getting from it, so finally when no one was looking, I snuck under the table, and helped her release the pressure. That way I also got my dessert. Such a fun toy there was. We got home and rested, preparing for the guest tonight.

Well, the guess tonight was a coworker of Dahlia. They were longtime friends. Her name was Elena and she was also a trans woman. They talked about work for a while, while I was just listening. I was washing some dishes when Elena walked behind me and grab my ass.

• “I can see why you like him so much Dahlia, that’s a nice ass.” – she said.
• “That’s not all that nice.” – Dahlia replied.
• “So what do you think Viki, you ready to have some fun.” – Elena asked me.

Well, I didn’t expect it but I wasn’t surprised either by it. Of course, we will fuck, Dahlia never disappoints.

We all went into the bedroom and started to make out. I don’t know what their plan was, but my first action was to bend over and suck these 2 cock together. Elena’s dick was 6.7 inches, it was curved to the side a bit, and it was the prettiest dick I had seen. She also had a hard tattoo right above it. I started to lick both of those tranny cocks at the same time, while the 2 ladies were making out and sticking fingers into each other asses.

While I was still sucking, Elena didn’t care much and just mounted me from the top, penetrating me straight up. My ass was pretty used by now so I didn’t have any problem anymore. I was sucking while gasping from the cock in my ass at the same time. Then they switch me around and I was getting Dahlia’s cock from behind and sucking Elena’s. But that was not all, the 2 ladies pushed me down on my back and started to lick my cock together. They were laughing and smiling, the whole playing with my cock and kissing each other.

• “Well are you going to try it on?’ – Dahlia asked Elena.

She just put some lube on her ass and sat on top of me. This ass was a hard-working one, she just took it in with no problem, and started to fuck herself. I could see her dick going up and down while bouncing on top of me. After some time, Dahlia was behind her, pushing her to lean forward. She did by making an incredible sound and flipping he hair back at Dahlia with lust in her eyes. Dahlia covered her cock with lube, get in position, and started to push her dick inside Elena’s ass, right next to mine. We were fucking her together at the same time, and Elena was loving it. She was screaming and squirming right on top of me from the pleasure. They swapped, and Dahlia laid on top of me, with her back facing me, and front-facing Elena. She mounted me with no problem, and waited for Elena to penetrate her as well, we were double penetrating Dahlia now, and she was screaming and squirming as well.

• “So what do you think you want to try?” – asked me, Elena.
• “Hell yes.”

They said facing each other, cock touching, told me to lube up good and try to sit on them, it was easier that way for the first time. I did what I was told, trying to take those 2 beautiful cocks inside at the same time. It was painful but I didn’t care, I was going to take them. I sat there for a minute and then something happened. They were fucking me together, but not only that, the tips were in all the time, but when one was going deeper inside, the other was coming out, and they had a perfect sync. And the feeling inside of me was amazing, I just started to leak cum. But I didn’t care and told them to keep going, which they did while laughing at me. This kept going all night long. I was fucking them both together, stacking them on top of each other and swapping between one ass to another. They were fucking me as well, and each other, it wasn’t the first time for those 2, and they looked cute together. They knew what they liked and how to get it. All I know is I fell asleep, between 2 trans women, and I had 3 dicks between my legs that night.

Chapter 8: Damn

Shep really seemed to have decided to just let go for a bit, to see where things might go. Even as he forgot that he had left Gary naked and asleep at his place. And even as he was certain there was no way anybody was going to be able to get any more cum out of him at that point.

Jeff couldn’t have been happier, opening his bed so Shep could get in, then slipping in beside me.

Shep’s curiosity was aroused. This fucker really was still horny?

Jeff rolled Shep on his back. Shep was somehow relieved. At least Jeff wasn’t going to try to force him to cum somehow.

And then Jeff started massaging Shep’s shoulders, and started slowing working down his back.

Damn, Shep thought, letting Jeff have his way may be better than he had ever dared imagine.

Then he felt Jeff kiss his neck. Then slowly start sinking his teeth in.

Fuck. No woman had ever done anything like that to him before.

And then Jeff started licking, kissing and massaging, lower and lower.

Somehow so relaxing to Shep. As he really tried not to think about whether any of this was making him horny.

And then Shep felt Jeff’s hands, one on each of Shep’s ass cheeks. Fuck. Shep was sure he had never felt anything like that before, even as his whole body relaxed, as Jeff worked Shep’s ass cheeks slower, and more deliberately.

Fuck. And then Shep wasn’t sure what he was feeling. As Jeff kissed the top of Shep’s ass, and then started licking down, even as both of Jeff’s hands worked on Shep’s ass cheeks, and even spread them a bit.

And Shep found himself going hard, almost in spite of himself, even as he felt Jeff’s tongue go inside his hole. His fucking asshole. Slowly. Deeply. As Shep wondered just how long Jeff’s tongue might be.

And then Jeff nibbled. Right on Shep’s ass.

Shep had never felt so gay. And was getting hornier and hornier, as Jeff spread Shep’s legs further and further apart. And even as Jeff continued to work his mouth in and around Shep’s ass cheeks, in and out of his hole, and further and further down to his crotch.

Now Shep started spreading his own legs, as wide as possible. Even as he felt like Jeff was eating him alive, as Shep was now clearly aware how hard the fucker had gotten his cock, almost in spite of himself.

He even almost involuntarily put his hand back on Jeff’s head. He was loving Jeff’s head in his ass and crotch, more and more and more.

And then Jeff licked down to Shep’s nuts.

Shep was squirming, despite himself. As Jeff slowly sucked in one nut, then the other. The fucker even seemed to get both of them all the way in his fucking mouth.

Fuck. Why had Shep waited so long to let this fucker do what he was doing now?

Jeff slowly sucked in one nut, then the other. Shep knew he was leaking pre-cum, as he thought more and more of all the cum he had dumped in Jeff already that day. He didn’t want to share this with anyone. As he wanted more and more and more.

Shep raised his ass, just long enough for Jeff to gently put his hand around the base of Shep’s now throbbing cock, and slowly pulled it down and back, and even twirled it a bit so his hard cock was now back by his ass.

Shep continued to wonder both how Jeff had ever learned even half of what he was doing, as he was almost angry at himself for having waiting for so long before letting the horny fucker do whatever the hell he wanted to.

Then he fetl what he knew was Jeff’s mouth, slowly sucking just on his throbbing, leaking cockhead, stretched back right next to his already moistened asshole.

All he could wonder about was whether Jeff was going to make him cum again, even with his hard cock bent back, right next to his asshole. Even as he felt Jeff’s tongue licking his ass, then his cockhead, then his balls.

That was the first it had ever occurred to Shep how close his own hard cock was to his own moistened asshole.

Was the fucker really thinking about putting Shep’s own cockhead in his own asshole?

And just as Shep was about to cum at the thought that Jeff was about to make Shep fuck himself, as Shep breathed more and more intensely, Jeff turned him over.

Shep couldn’t say anything. He was both relieved, and yet almost disappointed. He knew Jeff wanted him to dominate him. Or at least he hoped so.

But Shep was too horny to say anything.

As Jeff smiled: “Just relax, man.”

Shep breathed deep. Even closed his eyes. He couldn’t say anything.

And as he opened them he had no idea what he was in for.

Jeff held the very base of Shep’s cock, tight, but somehow not too tight. Jeff even pulled the base of Shep’s cock so hard his entire body moved.

And then he felt Jeff putting Shep’s cock inside some kind of plastic tube.

Just when Shep thought he was calming down a bit.

And Jeff had worked Shep’s already hard cock into what Shep was about to learn would be his first experience with a penis pump, as Jeff watched Shep’s curious face, and slowly worked the tube all the way down to the base of Shep’s already enormous cock.

And then Shep felt the pressure Jeff was causing by sucking the air out of the tube, and felt the base of his cock getting pulled deeper and deeper, and stretched further and further.

And just as Shep thought he might explode, Jeff worked the tube off, and slowly licked Shep’s cockhead, just as Shep was no longer able to keep the cum inside, even as he wondered where the hell all that cum was coming from.

And Jeff just slowly sucked it all in. Mouthful by mouthful, as Jeff’s hands worked the base of Shep’s throbbing, shooting cock. And as Shep came and came. Was it possible even more than before?

As insatiable Jeff continued to suck, harder and harder, even as Shep couldn’t stop himself from cumming, more and more and more. He felt like he was a fucking cow.

And as Shep all but heaved back and forth, as soon as his cock stopped cumming, Jeff put the tube back on, as Shep was yet again sure he was done being hard for the day.

Shep was as exhausted as he was curious, as Jeff, even with cum on his lips, and still in his mouth, pumped Shep’s cock more and more deliberately.

Shep couldn’t help but wonder just how far all this could possibly go.

And Shep’s cock was stretched. Even harder than before. Filling more and more of the massive tube.

And Jeff smiled, as he knew he was stretching Shep’s cock way over 12 inches, even soft, pulling the base more and more. And more.

And Shep knew he was going to be feeling his cock way beyond this session, as Jeff pumped even more slowly, even more deliberately.

And as Shep increasingly felt the entire focus of his body was on his cock.

As he rolled his eyes back and let Jeff do his thing. Almost embarrassed at how happy he had finally given up control. Knowing that Shep was going to have an even better time fucking him the next time.

But for now Jeff was in control. More than Shep had ever been.

Working that monster cock, harder and harder. And harder.

Shep’s shaft felt enormous. His base felt enormous. His cockhead felt enormous.

As Jeff tugged on Shep’s nuts. Which had to be empty, although Shep almost thought he felt them filling up, again.

And Jeff let Shep’s cock out, one more time, and sucked him off even one more time.

Soft. Hard. Shep didn’t even care any more.

As Shep’s eyes fell into the back of his head.

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Anthony and Hayden were getting high at their dorm, watching a football game. The two college roommates and friends cheered and jeered at the TV as the teams played, occasionally spilling popcorn or beer.

“Come on!” They both shouted at the TV.

“Jinx!” Hayden shouted at Anthony, who immediately cursed silently. “You gotta get me a beer, man.”

Anthony went to the small kitchen to get one, finding that they were all out. He went back to the living room and wrote on a notepad, “all out.”

“Shit. Guess you’re just gonna have to go get me one, dude,” Hayden said.

It was the middle of the night on a college campus. Where the hell was he supposed to get one?! Even if he could, there was no way he could sneak it past the RA posted at the front desk. Anthony wrote in protest. “Come on! There’s no way I’ll be able to get one at this hour, and I can’t go like this until after classes tomorrow!” They’d had a number of classes together, and friends in Anthony’s other ones, so there was no way he’d be able keep Hayden from finding out. If he violated the rules of the jinx, Hayden would know, and despite being friends, Hayden would make his life hell. Hayden was a true friend and certainly loyal and helpful, but he could still be a real dick sometimes.

“Sorry bro. Guess you’re gonna have to,” Hayden shrugged.

“Dude, please!” Anthony wrote.

Hayden thought for a moment. “Hmmm. I guess maybe I could unjinx you, if you wanna suck me off. Anna’s been pissed at me, I haven’t fucked her in a while.”

Anthony sat there in disbelief. They were both straight, and they’d had threeways together with women, but they’d never actually done anything with each other. He’d never even thought about the idea of doing anything sexual with another guy, at least not anything that didn’t involve chicks. Was he really considering this, just to get out of a jinx?

Apparently, he was. Reluctantly, he bent down in front of Hayden. “Take it out, dude,” Hayden said with a smirk. Maybe it was the influence of the alcohol, but Anthony pulled Hayden’s pants down to expose the soft dick. Cautiously, he took it in his hand. “Jerk it off,” Hayden said. Anthony, reluctant but resigned, began jerking Hayden’s cock slowly up and down. Hayden let out soft moans as his manhood began stiffening in Anthony’s hand.

“Mmmm. Yeah, yeah…that feels good…” Hayden groaned softly. It felt awkward holding onto someone else’s member, especially since Hayden wasn’t circumcised, which meant his skin felt somewhat different than Anthony’s smooth cockhead. Still, Anthony kept stroking.

The thoughts running through Anthony’s head ranged from pissed to utter disbelief. “I’ve got another man’s fucking penis in my hand,” he thought to himself. “This is fucking crazy.” By now, Hayden had reached his full length of seven inches. His thick shaft stuck out proudly, rising above his stomach.

With his other hand, Anthony took out his phone and sent a text to Hayden. “How long do I have to fucking do this, man?” it read.

“Until I fucking cum, bro.” Hayden said, before taking a swig of what was left of his beer. Anthony moved his hand rapidly along the thick shaft, causing Hayden to moan louder. “Fuck, dude. Tighter,” Hayden urged him, gripping tighter around his wrist and pulling harder. Anthony tightened his grip around the thick cock, which barely fit in his hand.

Hayden noticed that Anthony kept checking his watch, waiting for him to cum so this whole thing could be over.

“Dude, it’ll go a lot faster if you sucked it,” Hayden suggested. “Not like you can talk anyway,” he laughed. Anthony looked up at him with a scowl and paused for a few moments. Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled the big cock towards him and lowered his lips down onto the head. Hesitating briefly, Anthony then wrapped his mouth tightly around the tip of Hayden’s dick. He closed his eyes and tried his best to imagine he was doing anything else. Taking deep breaths, Anthony finally opened his mouth wide and sucked hard on the rigid prick inside. Hayden moaned loudly, bucking his hips upwards slightly.

“Uggghhh yeah. Goddamn dude, that does feel amazing,” Hayden sighed. “Keep going, shit, man.” With some effort, Anthony did as instructed. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to take more of Hayden into his throat every time.  After only a couple seconds of doing so, Anthony’s gag reflex kicked in and he started coughing violently. He pulled up, and went more carefully, taking several minutes longer to get half his mouth full of meat. Once he finished adjusting, he resumed sucking. Hayden grabbed hold of Anthony’s hair with his free hand, pushing him further on. Soon, Anthony was choking frequently and gasping for air between sucks of the fat shaft buried in his face.

“Damn dude…you are sucking pretty damn well, huh?!” Hayden chuckled, unable to hide his amusement any longer.

Anthony flipped him off with his middle finger as he went down on the pussy-splitting cock. Suddenly, Hayden reached over and grabbed Anthony by the hair, pulling him closer into the couch cushion and pressing himself against Anthony’s head. “Hold still, dammit! Don’t move your goddamn head!” Hayden yelled angrily. As Anthony held tight, Hayden began thrusting his hips forward, driving his entire seven inch cock deeper down Anthony’s throat repeatedly. Anthony gagged again, nearly throwing up, when Hayden shoved his head down on him again, attempting to get better leverage. Hayden took advantage of his vulnerability, slamming balls deep down Anthony’s throat once, twice, three times in rapid succession, moaning the whole time.

Meanwhile, Anthony’s hands and mouth continued moving over Hayden’s hard-on. A few minutes later, Hayden started moaning louder. Soon enough, he bucked and ejaculated into Anthony’s mouth without warning. “Oh God, fuck yeah! Mmmmmmm!! This is perfect. Damn, this is great!! I’m fuckin’ blowing, man!” Hayden roared. Anthony, with no time to pull away and jizz gushing into his mouth, swallowed quickly, swallowing most of his load, though a little bit escaped the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. When Hayden stopped shooting, he pulled away from Anthony’s head, allowing him to breathe. Anthony frantically searched for something to wipe the cum off of his chin with, and found a tissue nearby. He gasped for breath, wiping his cum off of his cheeks.

“Holy fuck dude, that was a pretty good blowjob. You can talk now, man.”

“Fuck you man, go find a bitch to fuck next time,” Anthony said.

“Whatever man. If it’s any consolation, I enjoyed it.”

Anthony sat there, still in shock from what just happened. He just sucked off his best friend, and had his cum dripping off his face. The thoughts running through his head were endless: “Why the hell did he make me do it? What kind of sick pervert fucks their own buddy in the face?!” Hayden went to bed while Anthony processed, heading to the shower to clean up as he did.

It’s still in the mid to upper 80’s in South Florida these days. My air conditioning unit started leaking so I had to wait a couple of days to get it fixed.

The morning of the service visit, I was shirtless, wearing only a pair of heather gray gym shorts without any briefs underneath. With my cock not locked these days, I’d been popping spontaneous boners all the time.

I answered the door and was stunned by this very good looking young man in the doorway. He could t have been older than 30, White, 6’4”, 190, built, dirty blonde, blue eyes, dark scruff on his face, first 2 buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a nice patch of brownish chest hair. I couldn’t function and was stopped dead in my tracks.

“Hi Sir, is this Until G24?

“Ummm, ohhh, yeah. Sorry, come in,” I said.

I showed him where the AC unit was located and he said he’d have to run downstairs to his van to get a step ladder. I could not keep my eyes off him, and he caught me staring. As he walked out the door, he turned to face me and smiled, a devilish smile if I ever saw one!

When he returned, I swear I saw him take his left hand and squeeze his crotch. That’s when I saw the wedding band. But I was infatuated, and he was flirting, obviously.

I offered to help him hold the step ladder still. When he lifted his hands up toward the ceiling, his tight fitting shirt raised and I saw a dark  treasure trail that fanned out with a nice patch of hair around his belly button, and a nicely defined set of abs. My cock started to rise in my shorts. Seriously, I went from limp to full on erection in just a matter of a minute.

I was mesmerized by this vision and all I could think about was wanting to lick him all over, to touch that gorgeous chest!

I was brought back to the moment when he glanced down, 

“Sir, everything alright down there? You okay?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I said in a cheeky voice.”

Once he was able to fix the issue and he was done. He came down the step ladder and began to write up the invoice. Again, I was caught staring at him.

He placed his clipboard on the table and then said, 

“Sir, you’ve been staring at me since the moment I showed up at your door. Is there something else I can help you with?”

I was once again at a loss for words. I was completely busted, and embarrassed. I didn’t speak.

“Maybe this will help?”

He began to unbutton his shirt completely revealing his chest in all its glory. What a sight.

“You wanna touch it don’t you? Go ahead, you can touch me all you want.”

I reached over and placed my hands on either hairy pec and ran my fingers through his chest hair, from pelvis to neck, and slipped my fingers over his quarter sized pink nipples. I took a chance and brought my tongue down to one and lightly bit, and I could smell his scent. It made my dick hurt it was so hard.  Then he raised his arm up and flexed his bicep. I reached over to feel it and then I placed my face in his pit, I moaned when I inhaled, and when I began to lick him, the patch of dark hair, ooohhhh, I was precumming copiously, 

He reached down to undo the belt of his khaki shorts and I dropped down to my knees and helped him pull them down. Under his boxers was a wild, unkempt bush and a very hard 7” cut dick, my hand could not wrap around its girth.  I brought my head down over it, and swallowed him to the root. His pubes tickled my nose and his hairy balls rubbed  on my scruffy face.

He slowly began to pump my face with his cock. I was truly challenged by his thickness, I felt my throat expand and stretch around it.

“You gonna let me fuck that ass?”

I got up and ran quickly to my bedroom and got some lube. I poured some into my hand and rubbed it onto his cock and then bent over the table. He lubed up his cock with my hole and invaded me. I felt and heard the “pop”, as his large cock head stretched my ring open. He wasn’t gentle, the married ones rarely are. He wanted to unload in my ass, and I let him use my fuck hole for its intended purpose.  He fucked me nice and hard and brought me to orgasm, my cum flying onto the toled

He bred me quietly after only a few minutes. I turned around to suck him off.

He finished completing the invoice and I paid it online and give a generous tip.

I found out later this was the owner’s son. Fuck, he’s so fucking hot. I feel like breaking the AC just to see him again!