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I’ve always been that gay guy at school – the one that hangs out with the girls and the one that is overly obsessed with A singer. Everyone suspected it but only a few people knew. That being said, I wasn’t a stranger to being teased about it. I’d hear it all, “Faggot”. “Gay Boy”, “Battyman”. For an 18 year old finishing his last year of secondary school, it was all too normalised. I accepted this and didn’t let it stop me from being me. I was all you could expect; teased by the guys at school, and shit at sports. In fact, the worst at sports. 

However, there was this guy who would tease me about it but in the most oddly charming way, he’d call my name, and blow a kiss or bite his lip. In my head all I could think of was ‘I don’t like guys, leave me alone’ when I really did. He had always teased me in the future but this final year, he was doing it more and more. Roland was part of the ‘cool but not cool cool’ squad at school. His friends knew the cool people but his group had their own parties and a separate lifestyle from the actual cool kids. He was in my Mathematics, French & Science classes. In all classes I sat behind him apart from Mathematics, where I’d sit next to him. I’d always look forward to those lessons that I sat behind him, I would always daydream about running my hands through his hair and onto his thighs, turning myself on throughout class to pass the time. 

He was white, tall, well built with dirty blonde hair in a fade. He had big hands, strong arms and was well built, not the skinniest, but had some muscle going for him. Best of all, he wore “Kickers”, Perhaps the hottest shoe of our very strict uniform. I would always see him playing with his shoes throughout. You could see what socks he was wearing – For a guy at that age, figuring out what fetishes you had was the one goal you needed to achieve and I guess I drew up the conclusion that I really liked legs, feet & socks. 

He had always been quite ‘sleazy’ he didn’t care how his uniform came across, he’d be constantly stretching and lying about his desk, to the point where his shirt would raise and you’d be able to see a bit of his back – sitting behind him was a dream come true. I just wanted to be closer to him. Maths was bittersweet – he’d do the same things, stretching and lying about his desk but it was a shame because I couldn’t directly look at him. 1. I didn’t want to make anything obvious about my sexuality and 2. I wouldn’t want to be seen as a creep in school for directly looking at the person next to me and staring at their body. You could tell he smoked, he’d be the one breathing loudly (usually I hate when people do that, but I’d constantly imagine him breathing in me) so that kept me going throughout the lesson – I would let him do much more than breathing. 

Christmas was approaching and so was the end of school for Christmas break. We had one final mathematics lesson together. He’d been quiet over the last few days and his way of teasing me had decreased. I heard rumours about him over the last few days and I just assumed they got to his head. He loved being the centre of attention in maths, but this time he just sat down and minded his own business. We had an exam that day; sitting next to him was already exciting but things took a turn when his rubbed his knee against mine. He did it first for a second and then backed off. About 5 minutes later, he did it again – me, who didn’t want any false impressions about my sexuality, moved my leg away from under the desk. He shifted himself and got to work, then 10 minutes later, he was back at it again. This time I kept my thigh still to see if he would back away… he didn’t. The exam ended and we all left class. 

During break, my friend showed me a video of him stroking his cock and saying her name – I put 2 and 2 together and realised that video was the reason he had been feeling so down. But, I had to be shocked at it, when really I wanted to use it later. It was him, in his grey calvin klein underwear filming himself moaning and saying her name, his cock was massive. Uncut and huge. Wasn’t a huge shock to someone that had been staring at him and his bulge in his grey pants. It knocked me down – me dreaming about him all the time had led me to believe that that leg touching scenario in the exam could turn out to be something bigger than that – but now I know he actually doesn’t care about me, he just cares about my friend. 

Before my break ended, I headed to the toilet. In our school, the toilets were hidden, you had to walk down an alley to get to the toilets and as it was the end of break it was silent there. I went in, did my business in the urinal and left to go wash my hands. I soon hear roland approaching, we sort of stand their quiet before he turns around to me

‘Hey’ he mutters

“Uhh, Hey” I frightfully say

“Question” He proposes, “If a guy and another guy were to get married, would that be weird?”

I think to myself – I can’t get over this, he’s always trying to get me to say the right stuff – just to confirm to him that I’m gay

“Uhh, well look-” I begin to answer

The bell rings and I meet my friends to go to the Hall for a Christmas performance – the final thing on this years calendar

The performance was painstakingly cringy, the band were a mess and the speakers were horrific. I was sitting at the back of the hall from being the last one in… About 20 minutes or so later, Roland comes through the back of the hall and sits next to me, trying to hide from the teachers. He’s oddly shivery and seems to be sweating rapidly. I turn to him to see what’s going on but his head is down. I face the front and try to enjoy the performance. 

After the performance, we all leave to catch each other before saying bye to everyone and wishing them a merry christmas. It’s cold outside and it looks like it’s either going to rain or snow. Everyone is standing with their friends but in the corner of my eye I see him standing alone or with one other person – weird because his group would usually go out after a day like this. The bell rings and everyone begins to make their way out.

On the way home, I caught him walking in front of me with his Nike bag on his back. As a gay guy, walking fast isn’t a problem, so i’m able to catch up to him

“Just to answer your question, yes it’s completely fine if a guy and a guy want to get married” I answer

He ignores me and carries on walking as if he didn’t hear anything. I stop in my tracks as he carries on walking. I catch up again and persistently walk near him. I didn’t want to make him angry so quietly I ask him “is everything okay?”

Whilst walking, he turns around and says “I’d prefer if I didn’t answer that question here. I’m sure you of all people know what’s going on” 

“Well… do you or don’t you want to talk about it” I reply

“I do, It’s just a lot right now”, He responds

“Ah okay” I confirm

We made conversation, walking together until we reached our destination. Mid-way through the walk I realised that I’d be going to his house 

His house was your typical UK semi detached house, garden in the front and gated all around. It wasn’t the biggest, perfectly sized

He stepped in front of me, put the key in and opened the door. He took one step forward and threw his bag on the floor. I walked in – his wooden staircase was the first thing I saw, it led up the house on the left hand side. In front of me, on the bottom floor was the kitchen and on the right was the living room. It was eerily quiet, almost like he had been living alone for the past few days or weeks. He went upstairs and I followed suit, taking my bag with me upstairs. I heard his bedroom door and followed him in. He got in and switched his PS4 on, the only sound that filled up the air was that of the PS4 Fan. 

His room hadn’t been looked after, there was paper everywhere, socks were drying on the radiator, and his bed wasn’t made. His desk was in an absolute state but at least it kept him going to school so that I could get some eye candy throughout the day. 

His TV faced the end of his bed where he sat and grabbed his controller. Slowly I sat next to him in silence for a good two or 3 minutes until GTA 5 loaded up. He then paused the game and began to tell me everything; why his room was a mess, why he’d been depressed lately. His parents had gone abroad and all he could hear was them bickering about him and his sister and about the video. 

“You know, sometimes I have the maddest respect for you” he announces “To be fair, I don’t know how you put up with me teasing you all the time, I’d actually get pissed if people were calling me a faggot and I wasn’t” he pauses for a second

“Nah but on a serious note, are you actually gay?” He states

“Well” I begin “I’ve never ‘come out’ to any guy before and I hate calling myself gay but I mean I don’t know where I am with that”

“So you don’t know then?” He says

“Not right now” I reply

He hands me the controller and I begin plating for about 10 minutes until he moves closer to me. Our thighs touch each other. He’s on my left and I can once again hear that breath that I would miss over the Christmas break. He takes his right hand and places it on my left thigh – finger by finger though, as if not to make it obvious. I look down at his hand on my thigh and up at him. He’s facing the screen. He moves his hand up and down my left leg. My heart starts racing, and my mouth begins watering, his hand gets closer to my crotch and back down to my knee. He shifts his body backwards and lies down on the bed. When he lies down, his school shirt moves up – his belly button is now visible. I keep playing, trying to ignore his body lying next to me. His legs are still bent over the bed, he lifts them up and with his left foot he takes off his right shoe. With his right socks, he takes off his left shoe. I begin to sweat a little bit from getting hard. Hopefully he doesn’t notice. He lifts himself up and goes to the front of his bed where his pillows are. He takes one and throws it at my back

“You know you don’t have to be so awkward about it” He says

“LOL awkward about what?” I say

“About liking me, you like me” He demands

“No” I laugh “You wish I did though”

“But you do” He gets on his knees and comes to the end of the bed where I am. He gets closer, puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers ‘You like me”. I swallow my spit and he kisses me on the cheek. He notices me trying to cover my boner, he looks at me, looks down and looks back up at me. He smiles, I turn around and look at him. He gives me another kiss on the cheek and another one close to my lip. I try to back out but he holds my face on both cheeks and gives me a kiss on the lips. At this point we’re both in the middle of the bed, he’s sitting on his knees and I’m crossed legs. He’s much taller than me. He looks up at my forehead and gives it another kiss. I look down at this bulge. He grabs my right hand and places it on his  crotch, he’s holding my hand and rubbing it up and down his pants. I can feel his huge cock, it’s pulsing and my mouth begins to water. He leans in and gives me another kiss on the lips. We’re making out in his room, now with my hands on his crotch. He unzips his pants and takes off his belt. He gets me on my knees and places my head in his crotch Before whispering “This is what you want isn’t it”

I smell his pants – the beautiful mix of piss, sweat and cum stains fills up my nose. He pulls me back, puts his hands in my mouth, swirls them until they’re filled with spit and slaps me. He takes off my blazer and unbuttons his shirt and mind until we’re both topless. He pushes my mouth back onto his Calvin Kleins and puts my hands on his nipples, they’re red and so luscious. He begins to pull down his underwear, until his rock hard cock is out. He pulls down his pants and before I can get a taste of his dick, he pulls me away from it. Looking up at him he asks me to open my mouth. I do. He spits in my mouth and around my lips. He told me to keep it in my mouth and I did. He then lies down and pulls me to his cock. His spit is falling out of my mouth but just before it does. He allows me onto his rock hard cock. The salty mix of flavours covers my mouth and before he knows his, his dick is covered in a mix of my spit and his.

I’m bent over, he reaches over and grabs my ass, he pulls down my pants and begins to smack my ass whilst I deep throat his cock. He begins moaning and telling me to go deeper than I can. He undresses me and pulls me out of his dick. He shoves his hand in my mouth and swirls it around; getting it wetter than it ever had been, I gag on his hand and he goes in deeper. He takes his hand out, forces my mouth on his cock and fingers my ass. I’m in love with his cock but before I can get enough he reaches for my face, grabs it and places it near his. He stares me up and down and spits on my face and rubs it around. My face is now wet with his saliva. He tastes amazing. We get each other undressed.

He pulls me towards him until we’re both sitting at his bed’s headrest wearing nothing but our socks. He places his right thigh on top of mine and pulls my left hand to his cock, he leans in to me and we begin making out again. His sock rubbing on my right thigh pushes me to his knee. I begin kissing his knees all the way down to his black Nike socks. I reached his socks and placed them in my mouth, this was a dream come true. I began to take his socks off whilst licking his size 10 feet and only got halfway down his foot when he pushed me all the way down. My ass was now facing him. He fingers me for a bit whilst I enjoy half his feet, they smell so good. He gets up on his knees behind me and places his massive cock on my ass. He grabs me by the mouth and forces me upright, he licks my neck and bites me before shoving his cock up tight ass. He moans in my ear before licking me up and down – his hand is still in my mouth. 

He starts fucking me hard until I begin moaning so hard he’s forced to stop. He was slow in the beginning but had built up momentum, he went slow again, slowly forcing his hard white wet cock in my tight virgin asshole. He takes me out of his dick, he grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed. We head downstairs and he grabs me and sits me on the couch.

Here we are on his couch in the living room. I’m wearing nothing and the only thing he is wearing is one sock on and the other half off. His cock is raging with cum at this rate, he pulls me into it and forces me on his cock, whilst licking his lips and spitting on my face and hair – wiping it all over me. He forces me over, turns me to face the floor and stands there fucking the ever loving daylights out of my virgin ass. I can’t help but moan, but since his living room faces the neighbours, he gags me to make me shut up. Doing so he gets his sock that is fully worn and chokes me with it, it smells so good, The mixture of his hand and the fabric gets me going. One of his other socks begins to slip off his foot, he pulls it back on and shoves carries on fucking me. 

The sock slips off again, Roland can’t help but get tired and all sweaty from all that fucking. He takes me to the kitchen and sits on a chair, I climb on top of him and ride him whilst making out with hs juicy white boy lips. He takes me off of it and back to his room we go. He flings me on the bed. Puts me on the bed. Puts himself inside of me. Puts his hands in my mouth and yells out the hottest moan ever. I feel his hot cock throbbing and pulsing. He just came, He takes himself out, and throws me on the base of his bed, he begins to eat my ass, eating every last inch of cum that seeps out of my ass until he’s had his taking. He pulls me to the left and get me under the sheets, wraps his legs around my front and makes me the small spoon. 

He loved my tight ass, he loved being in control, he loved being inside of me. He pulls up next to me and wraps his big arms around me. He kisses my neck and back whilst spitting on it. His cock is still hard and wet from all that cum. I can feel more cum drizzling out on my ass, he feels it too. He puts his right hand on my ass and licks it…

We head to bed.

We woke up the next morning facing each other. We were still very horny and still ready to go. We just didn’t know how that would go about…

Later Saturday

Lunch was served on a long table on the broad porch at the back of the house overlooking Gloucester’s outer harbor, the town itself rising from the shore beyond the inner harbor on the other side of the stretch of water. The sailboat the young men were going to take out later—practicing collegiate sailing being the reason they were here this weekend—rocked gently at the dock beyond the slab of smooth rock running down to the shoreline. Most of those present for the weekend were paired off on wicker settees at the other end of the porch, waiting for Eva, the housekeeper, to finish setting the table and bringing out the food.

Diego was still out in the backyard, clipping hedges back into shape, dancing bare-chested in front of the hedge, being watched by those on the porch, each with his or her own thoughts about the sensuality of the young man’s movements, and more rather than fewer of them fantasizing on his sexuality and of his suitability as a sex partner. More than one of them had answered that question, uniformly in the positive.

Rich and Susan were sitting close together on one sofa. Rich’s arm was around Susan’s shoulders, and her fingers were tracing little patterns on his bare leg below the hem of his shorts. Hunter and Julio were on another sofa in similar pose, with Hunter touching Julio here and there short of what he’d really like to be fondling and the two of them just inches and a bit of social propriety from kissing. Julio was a hot Latin hunk exuding sexuality and masculinity. Hunter was long and lean and sensual, better looking and more steeped in “take advantage of me” sexuality in every way than his sister, Susan was. This was a reality that had never been lost on Susan—or anyone else who had known them. Julio had known them both biblically. So had Rich. Julio had obviously made his choice. Rich had made his too, for practical reasons, but as they sat there on the porch and Rich let the fingers of the arm he had draped around Susan’s shoulders play on the young woman’s bicep, his eyes moved from Diego, who he had had, to Hunter, who he’d also had.

Sitting on a wicker armchair, facing the two couples, the family patriarch, Howard Butler, massive, glowering, heavy of body but obviously charismatic and powerful, and still ruggedly handsome despite his girth, was taking it all in, from those on the porch to Diego, dancing at the hedge, his keen assessing eyes adding it all up. As Howard’s thoughts settled, he let his eyes settle on Rich. It was obvious to Howard that Rich’s tastes were universal. It also was obvious to him that Rich preferred Hunter but had settled on Susan—and why this was so. From seeing both Susan’s and Hunter’s regard of Rich, he assumed that Rich was a masterful lover, and that interested Howard as well. But he wondered if Rich could take a cock as well as he could give one. His assessment dismissed Julio altogether. He was all unadvantaged gigolo, a nobody, all surface take for calculated personal advantage, capable of loving only himself. But Rich was different, he was operating out of calculation too, but he wasn’t using sex just to gain advantage. Most important, after his physical beauty and sexuality, he was socially advantaged. Rich obviously was a passionate young man. He would fuck for the sheer joy of the sex. Could he be fucked with the same passion, though, was what Howard was wondering.

He saw Rich’s eyes go to Diego, out on the lawn, and the revelation hit Howard that Rich had already fucked Diego. This amused Howard and gave him added appreciation of Rich as a sexual animal. It also confirmed Howard’s assessment of Rich putting passion ahead of profit, in contrast to Julio. Diego could give Rich nothing but a good ride, and Howard well knew how good of a ride the Hispanic gardener could give.

The chatting was light and amusing, but there wasn’t a single person on the porch who wasn’t aware of the sizzling undercurrent of cross relationships and sexual assessment charging them all. That bubble was burst when Alma Butler came out onto the porch with a tray laden down with drinks, and said, in a sing-song voice, “We have lemonade, iced tea, and water. Take your—”

She didn’t complete her sentence as her gaze had swept the assembled guests and had been as quick at assessments as anyone else had been. There were no surprises at seeing Howard’s glittering and slit eyes, his tongue licking his lower lip, and the half smile on his face. She had been married to him for over twenty years and knew how she had wrested him away from the wife before her. Alma knew that Howard’s lusts were universal that that he’d fuck anyone he could put under him. She knew why the Hispanic gardener, Diego, was employed and encouraged to roam the grounds half dressed. She’d tried seducing Diego herself, but having been unsuccessful, knew that Howard was fucking him. She knew that Howard fucked the black housekeeper, Eva. She knew that Howard would fuck Richard VonClief if he could manage to do it. She knew that Howard had no interest in Julio, even though she herself did. A man’s social position was no concern of hers as long as he had an eight-inch cock and could keep it hard. She’d already had Rich this weekend and would be under Julio if the circumstance permitted, although she was wary of that one. She didn’t really care anymore who Howard fucked as long as it wasn’t her. She’d done her duty by him and he’d always been too thick for her comfort.

But in seeing Julio and Hunter on their sofa she was a bit surprised. She hadn’t considered that Julio was humping Hunter, but it was obvious in seeing them that he did. She hadn’t given Hunter’s proclivities much thought. He wasn’t manly enough for her to be interested and he wasn’t her son—he was from Howard’s just-previous wife. She didn’t care much what he did or who he did it with. He wasn’t to her taste. Handsome but callow. No substance to him beyond the glitter on the surface. No eight-inch cock.

Those assessments flashed by in less than a nanosecond, because it was the shock of seeing her daughter, Susan, and Rich together—obviously together—that sent a jolt through her. She set the tray down on a coffee table so hard that the glasses rattled and the liquid sloshed over the rims. Then she turned and was gone, back into the house.

A few minutes later, Eva came out of the house and said, “Lunch is ready now. Ya’all can come to the table.”

Howard tore his gaze from Rich, stood and turned, and asked Eva, “Should we wait for Alma to come out?”

“She’s not coming out,” Eva answered, stone-faced. “She took on a migraine, she said, and asked to be excused from the table. She’s taking her lunch upstairs.”

The surface, amused chatter continued through lunch, with Hunter and Julio giving a volley-by-volley accounting of their tennis match that morning. Both were expert players. The discussion had moved on from there to the impending pro football year. Howard owned a slice of the New England Patriots and had brought to the table a proof of a roster program for the coming year’s team, which he passed around. Susan went dreamy over the pictures of the studs and honed in on a six-foot-five, claimed three-hundred-pound bruiser of a guard, with a long golden mane, named Sonny Taggert.

“Three hundred pounds and he doesn’t look a bit fat, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “Look at his waist. I bet he has great abs. Yum.”

“Muscle is weighty, Sugar,” Howard answered. “And you’ve got to have muscle to be a guard in professional football. His height helps distribute it. I’m not wild about the Samson hair, though.”

“I am,” Susan said. “Here, see what I’m looking at.” She waved the program page under Rich’s nose. “You could let your hair grow like this. Yours is even more golden than this guy’s.”

“Too long for me too,” Rich said, as he took the program from her. Looking at Taggert’s photo, Rich claimed the man did nothing for him, but his eyes went to Howard, who was well into the two-hundred-pound range himself and over six foot, and as bulky as a pro footballer guard, if not all in muscle. The young man was lying. The football player did get a rise from him. Something told him when he looked up at Howard that the man knew that—that he knew that Rich’s sexual interests were universal. He wondered if Howard’s were as well. He was a heavy man, but there was a sexual rawness about him. There was no question that Howard Butler had charisma and a commanding presence. And he had the aura of confidence and command about him that signaled that he was proudly hung.

Did he, as indicated, cover men as well as women? Did he want to cover Rich? The look Howard gave him said “yes.” Was wooing Susan not going high enough in the Butler family?

Rich couldn’t avoid registering the Butler patriarch’s interest in him. It had struck home with Rich too that the man owned a slice of the New England Patriots. He already knew the man owned a string of bars and restaurants in Boston and was well heeled enough to own this waterfront manse in Gloucester as a vacation home. And Susan was his only daughter. Rich couldn’t be sure what the man would think of Rich fucking his only son, Hunter, though.

No further mention was made of the absence of the hostess, but all were engaging fully in their below-the-surface lusts. Susan was pouting a bit because the young men were going out to practice their sailing and made clear that they couldn’t gauge their racing times with Susan’s weight in the boat as well as theirs. She almost reluctantly said she’d go shopping in Gloucester that afternoon.

“Perhaps a talk before you go,” Howard said, giving her a meaningful look from the head of the table, “after I’ve checked in on your mother,” he added. “And then I think I’ll talk with the gardener about something I want done in the yard.” His eyes had turned toward the summer pavilion, where Diego, bare-chested and beautifully tanned, was deadheading roses in a flowerbed. But in Howard’s mind, the young Hispanic was already under him and taking his cock deep.

“Yes, Dad,” she answered. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this weekend too.”

There had been more than chicken salad served up at lunch at the Butlers’ that day.

When he stood to leave the table, Howard paused to stand behind Rich and put his hands on the young man’s shoulder. Both he and Rich understood that the man was asserting possession, to be exercised when and if he wished.

* * * *

Rich, Hunter, and Julio, under Rich’s direction, sailed the Sea Pearl up and down Gloucester Harbor for more than an hour and a half that afternoon. They were experimenting with who would take on what duties and how, the three handsome young studs, each wearing only a skimpy Speedo, could work together to get the most efficiency of movement, speed, and swift maneuverability out of the nineteen-foot, trimmed-down sailing craft.

When they were satisfied that they had made the best use of time and motion, Julio, taking over the direction, signaled to take the sailboat out of the outer harbor and into the Atlantic. Not so far out into the sea that they couldn’t see land but far enough out that no other vessel was likely to come close to them, Hunter dropped the anchor and then the three, under Julio’s direction, settled down to working together to give each of them the maximum sexual pleasure.

Hunter and Julio had achieved sexual heaven before, as had Rich and Hunter, while at Dartmouth, but they had not engaged with each other in a threesome before. It wasn’t that none of the three had had prior experience in threesomes, and more. Instinctively they seemed to understand that the afternoon’s fuck would center on Hunter. As Julio dropped the anchor, Rich lay on his back in the blanket-covered hull of the sailboat, and Hunter hovered over him, stripping the Speedo off Rich’s legs and kissing and licking down Rich’s torso until he reached the young man’s groin, where he worked Rich’s cock up by giving him head. Julio came in behind Hunter then, stripping off, first, his own Speedo and then Hunter’s, encircling the willowy young sandy-blond’s torso in his arms, pulling him up onto his knees, mounting his ass, and penetrating him. He reached around and stroked Hunter’s cock while he slow fucked him and Hunter continued sucking Rich off.

When Rich was fully engorged, Julio, without dislodging his cock, coaxed Hunter’s body to move over Rich’s. Julio positioned Hunter’s ass over Rich’s erect cock and helped the young man settle on Rich’s shaft, sheathing Rich along with Julio’s already buried cock. Hunter writhed between the other two men while their cocks played his channel in a coordinated rhythm of the fuck.

Julio, controlling the action, leaned around Hunter’s rocking torso, wrapped a hand around the back of Rich’s head, and pulled the young golden-blond’s face to his, and took Rich’s mouth in a deep kiss, as they both thrust in unison inside Hunter’s passage.

Hunter was the first to come, and when he did, Julio pulled out of him and nudged him over to the side. Rich was dislodged in the process and started to sit up, but Julio placed a hand on his sternum and gently pushed him onto his back.

“Help me, Hunter,” Julio hissed. “Immobilize his arms.”

Hunter must have realized what Julio was wanting to do then, as he moved to behind Rich’s back, put the young man’s arms into a full Nelson hold, and held him there as Julio grasped Rich’s ankles and raised and spread Rich’s legs. Rich arched his back and cried out as Julio hunched over him and worked his cock inside Rich’s channel. Rich struggled ineffectually for a moment or two, but as Julio fully possessed him with his cock and started to pump him, Rich settled down and went with the fuck, letting his hips rock with the rhythm of Julio’s thrusts. He turned his head to the side, where Hunter’s half-hard cock brushed his lips, and he took the shaft into his mouth.

Julio fucked him with increasing vigor, reaching down, grasping Rich’s cock and stroking it hard. Rich cried out at the hard taking and scrabbled his fingernails, ineffectually, at Hunter’s arms holding his upper torso captive. As Julio fucked harder, though, Rich was overcome with passion and, gurgled involuntary expressions of “Yes, yes. Fuck me hard,” as he rocked with the thrusts. To emphasize Rich’s surrender to him, Julio raised his pelvis, almost completely withdrawing from the channel, and Rich followed him up, raising his pelvis to the cock and taking over the thrusting. Julio, above him, his mouth in a sneer, just held steady and let Rich take over the thrusts, working his channel on the hard cock.

Rich came first and then, with a laugh, Julio buried his cock deep inside Rich’s passage and blasted him once, twice, three times. With a deep moan, Rich collapsed and Hunter freed his arms and bent over his prone body to kiss Julio.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you,” Julio murmured as they all lay in the hull of the sailboat afterward, stretched out against each other, Hunter in the middle, and all of them fondling the others with their hands. “You are mine now. I own you.”

“You could have asked me earlier,” Rich said. “I would have gone with you. I’m so pleased that you collected another ass.”

“I was afraid that you would only top,” Julio said.

“He does my sister, Susan, too,” Hunter said.

And your stepmother also, and your father is giving me the look too, Rich thought. But he didn’t say anything. “I’ll do any beautiful body that is willing,” he said.

“As will I,” Julio said.

“Are you going to let me top you?” Rich asked.

“Do you want to?”

“Of course.”

“Sorry, old sod. I am exclusively a top. No go. Do Hunter in a doggy now,” he directed, turning the discussion. And, both of them willing and having been worked up again from mutual fondling, Hunter turned over and went up on all fours. Rich covered him from behind and above, wrapped an arm around his waist, and encased Hunter’s cock in a loose sheath of a hand to give Hunter something to fuck. Julio, in turn, mounted Rich’s ass, and the three were off to the races—Julio fucking Rich, Rich fucking Hunter, and Hunter’s cock fucking Rich’s hand.

A good time was had by all. No one was left neglected or unsatisfied. Julio remained exclusively a top.

* * * *

Howard Butler, in a swim suit that a man of his girth had no business wearing, other than it showed that he was hung like a bull, was standing at the dock at The Rock, smoking a cigar, when the three young men returned from their sail in the harbor and tryst on the ocean. Chances are that being seen to be hung like a bull—not that long but thick and with the meaty balls of a bull—was all the message that Howard wanted to convey.

Rich didn’t often play the submissive, but he had let Julio work him over good out on the water, much to Rich’s surprise, and Julio had done him well, so Rich was still clinging to him as they came up onto the dock from the boat. Julio had a possessive hand on Rich’s butt cheek, and Rich had a deer-in-the headlights look on his face. The suave swagger he’d had when he was in control and on top had the edge taken off it. Most any man could have told from watching the three of them—Hunter, who was doing all of the work in closing the sailboat down appeared to be a little piqued that he, for those moments, wasn’t the center of Julio’s attention—that something had gone on out on the water, something sexual. They would not have necessarily known that Rich had been submissive, but they would have known that Rich had been pushed off kilter by something that happened out there.

Howard wasn’t most men; the bars Howard owned included sex clubs. Howard discerned in an instance that Julio had fucked Rich while they were out sailing and that Rich had let him and would let him do it again. If Rich was looking for what Howard thought he was in courting Susan—financial security—chances were good, Howard thought, that Rich would let Howard fuck him too.

It was no surprise, or particular concern, to Howard, of course, that Julio fucked Hunter as well. Both Julio and Hunter were off Howard’s screen as prey.

“Dinner is at 7:00, with drinks on the back porch from 5:00,” Howard said to the young men. “You all must have had quite a workout in the sailboat. Feel free to rest until happy hour.”

Each of the young men had a bedroom in the house. There were four large bedrooms on the second floor. Howard and Alma slept in separate bedrooms and Susan and Hunter each had a bedroom on that floor. There were three bedrooms, smaller, but still quite large, under the eaves of the roof on the third floor. The housekeeper, Eva, had one bedroom, and Hunter’s two guests, Julio and Rich, each was assigned one of the others. Eva had her own bath. The other two bedrooms shared a bath.

Alma was nowhere to be seen until dinner. Susan didn’t return from shopping in Gloucester before the 5:00 drinks gathering. All of the others were in rooms, but they didn’t spend the whole time before the happy hour resting. Julio never made it to his room; he went to Hunter’s bedroom with Hunter. Diego, the gardener, had one of the three bedrooms over the garage, and Rich was so pumped up and anxious to reassert himself as a top that he gave Diego a commanding look in passing, moved toward the garage rather than the house, and Diego followed him.

They fucked standing on a braided rug in the center of Diego’s room, Rich’s Speedo waistband hooked under his balls, Rich in somewhat of a crouch to balance the weight of the small-bodied gardener on his thighs. Rich’s arms were wrapped around Diego’s torso, his hands gripping the Hispanic youth’s waist, and raising and lowering Diego’s channel on his buried cock, while Diego locked his fists behind Rich’s neck, wrapped his legs around Rich’s waist, and moaned at the power of the cock plumbing his depths. Rich left Diego groaning and shuddering in a heap on his bed, Rich’s dominance of another man once again reasserted.

An hour later, Rich did go to his room in the attic of the house to shower and rest. He took a peek in Hunter’s room on the second floor to find Julio on top of Hunter and Hunter stretched out on his back on the bed, his legs bent, feet flat on the mattress, and his head lolled over to the side, facing the door, his eyes reflecting ultimate satisfaction, his disposition now satisfied that Julio was paying attention to him, as the athletic Julio did pushups on his trembling body.

Rich hadn’t seen anyone else on his climb up to the third floor. When he reached his room, had taken his shower, and collapsed on his bed to rest, he knew part of why that was. The walls weren’t as thick on this level as they were downstairs. Eva, the housekeeper’s, room was next to his. It was quite obvious that the master of the house, Howard, was fucking the housekeeper in her room, and, from Eva’s groans and little cries and the sounds of little slaps, it was clear that Howard was being rough about it. Most of Eva’s utterings were in the affirmative, though, so Rich decided she wasn’t in any trouble that she didn’t want to be in. The sounds of the stings of the slaps aroused Rich, though, which somewhat disturbed him.

Night Games

Happy hour was all surface chattiness with no reference to the house so recently having been a sex den of free-flowing cum. Alma hadn’t appeared, but Susan was back from shopping and was bubbly and full of chatter. She sat near Rich, but she wasn’t all over him like she had been before lunch. Julio and Hunter were all touchy feely, and as before, Howard was sitting in his wicker arm chair, his elbows on the chair arms and his hands folded in front of his face, his index fingers pressing to his lips. He was watching the others with a little smile on his face, taking in all of the atmospherics, both surface and below the surface. A lit cigar in an ashtray and a glass of beer rested on the side table at his right side. When he and Rich connected with their eyes, Howard paid particular attention to making love to his cigar with his mouth. The inference was hardly lost on Rich.

Diego played bartender and snacks provider. Eva was in the kitchen working on dinner. When dinner was served, quite formally in the candle-lit dining room, with the light reflecting off china and crystal and silver serving dishes, Alma attended, regally dressed, fully made up, smiling a Mona Lisa smile, and being the perfect, if a bit taciturn and slow to move, hostess. Rich’s impression was that she might had taken nerve-suppression drugs or had been having her own happy hour in her room while everyone else had gathered on the porch to have theirs. She didn’t make eye contact with him, which was quite all right with Rich. He had already decided that she wasn’t the key to the Butlers—that Howard was. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t lay her again if she insisted, if nothing else to make sure there weren’t any family fireworks.

After dinner, they all moved to the lounge for after-dinner drinks and for a bit of entertainment. Rich and Susan shared an interest in and talent for music and, after they met, some of their time had been spent in Rich accompanying her singing on the piano. By request, that’s what they did in the evening, with Rich at the piano and Susan standing beside it and singing her little heart out on popular standards. At the second break, Howard stood and said, “I’ve had some news. Could you join me in the library for a bit, Sugar?” He was looking at Susan, not Alma, and the two of them left. Hunter picked that moment to declare that he needed a refill from a bottle not on the beverage cart. He left and Julio moved over to beside Alma on a sofa. Alma’s eyes moved from Rich to Julio, and they shared, in Rich’s determination, an intent.

Rich turned to playing popular classical tunes on the piano. When he’d finished playing Debussy’s “Clare de Lune,” he looked up to discover that he was all alone. He played Mozart’s “Piano Concerto 21 in C,” popularly known as “Elvira Madigan’s Theme”—just for himself, to calm the feeling of arousal that had swept over him all day, and that already had been satisfied in various ways.

He closed the top on the piano keyboard, stood, and lowered the lid on the grand piano. The light was still showing under the library door when he moved to the stairs. He slowly ascended the stairs and went to the door to Alma’s bedroom, which was slightly open. He stopped there, though, because, through the crack in the door, he could see that Julio was fucking Alma, both of them naked, Julio on his knees, his torso vertical, and holding Alma, facing away from him, in front of him. His arms were wrapped around her, one hand cupping one of her pert, sculpted breasts and the other with fingers working her clit, while she arched her back, wrapping her arms around his neck, her hips rocking back and forward to coordinate with the rhythm of his thrusts up inside her. Rich turned, went to the staircase to the third floor, and slowly ascended them.

He couldn’t say he hadn’t had enough today to satiate himself. Still, he went to bed in the nude, stretched out on his back, and masturbated himself to sleep.

Rich woke in the pitch dark, other than the moon sending a thin beam of light through the window overlooking the outer harbor. He had been awakened by the sound of his bedroom door opening and a very brief reflection off the wall he was turned to of the corridor light for the moment the door was open. He turned in the bed.

“Hunter? Julio?” he murmured. He had time for it to register in his brain that he hadn’t thought to voice the name “Susan” when it also registered that the form moving toward him was bulkier than any of those. A sweet-smelling cloth was held to his mouth and nose, though, and, although he struggled briefly with a heavy weight on top of him, he quickly lost the battle and blacked out.

When he came to, he was on his back on the bed, spread-eagled, with his arms spread over his head, his wrists restrained to the headboard, and his legs spread below, his ankles restrained to the footboard. Howard Butler, naked, was straddling his chest and feeding the thickest cock Rich had ever had, a beer can dick, into his mouth. Rich gagged on the cock but serviced it as he writhed under the heavy man and after he realized that it was Howard Butler. Then Butler was sliding down his body, positioning himself, and Rich was grunting and groaning and arching his back and widening his stance as much as he could, to take the older man’s cock inside him. Butler leaned over Rich, staring down into the younger man’s face, enough light in the room for them to make and maintain eye contact.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m happy to take you,” Rich managed to croak.

“Yes, I know you can be had, but I like it this way,” Howard growled.

As Butler’s buried cock started to move inside Rich, to slow pump him, his eyes opened wide when Rich responded by rocking his hips with the fuck and murmuring, “Yes, yes. Fuck me. Take me hard. Fuck, you’re thick! Fuck me, Mr. Butler! Split me!”

They fucked in high heat, both panting and rocking hard against each other, restrained only by Rich being bound, spread-eagled, on the bed. But Rich’s pleasure was being hampered by two aspects. The man was too heavy for him; his massive belly was pressing on Rich’s, taking the breath out of him. And the man’s cock was almost impossibly thick—not long, but thick as the proverbial beer can. Something could be done about the first, Rich thought. He didn’t want to change the second; he wanted to take the cock in all of its thickness. He thanked his lucky stars that Julio had been in there earlier in the day. To that point Rich had only rarely let a man fuck him; it helped that he’d let Julio stretch him.

“You’re too heavy for me,” Rich said with a groan. “Unbind me. I won’t fight you, but you’re crushing me.”

“You’ll ride me? You’re willing to cowboy?”

“Yes, certainly, I’m happy to take your cock if you’re not killing me in the process. You’re a stud. I want it. Shit, you have a thick cock. I want to take it. Untie me. Let me ride you,” Rich murmured, and the older man, in surprise and awe, did so, allowing Rich to roll him onto his back after the young man was unbound, to straddle him, to position himself and descend on the thick cock, Rich was facing Howard’s head. He was leaning back, with his hands pressed to the man’s knees—slowly opening to the cock completely, taking it all in, panting and groaning, rocking on the buried shaft, and riding and riding and riding, Butler’s hands grasping the young man’s slim waist. Rich was aware that he was posing sexily in the available light coming into the room. He wanted Howard to see him at his best advantage and to want him.

“I need more control. I want you at my mercy,” the older man grunted.

“If there’s a way . . .” Rich responded.

And there was a way. As Rich discovered in the daylight, his bed had been equipped for such games. He was bound again, length-wise on the bed, kneeling, wrists restrained to ankles on either side, a leg separator restrained to each ankle, keeping his legs spread. A collar on a chain had been pulled out of the other side of the bed and put on Rich, keeping his cheek pressed to the mattress. A ball gag muted his attempts to cry out as he writhed as best he could and Howard fucked him with his hand, four fingers almost up to the end, before mounting him from behind, as Howard stood on the floor and gave Rich no more of his weight than that of the heavy cock, which Rich now took without difficulty, fully enjoyed, and rewarded by coming in prodigious gushes of his own before Howard did.

Rich had gotten an inkling earlier in the day when he overheard Howard fucking the housekeeper that the older man liked to rough fuck. Rich was learning now that he also liked to bind his prey and for them to be helpless when he was fucking them.

Butler was heavy and hairy and old enough to be Rich’s father, but he was very, very good, with a thick cock, able to find and caress every square inch of the young man’s channel walls and to send the muscles of Rich’s passageway into a combined rippling and clutching effect that had Rich panting and jerking and purring and that sent him to heaven and had him dancing on the clouds. This much bondage was new to him, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t find it highly arousing. It was all about control. He generally wanted control over the encounter himself, but he was seeing how arousing being completely at the mercy of the other man could be, as well.

When they had both come, Howard unbound Rich and the young man curled up on the bed, panting and groaning.

“Was that . . . ?” Butler whispered in a hoarse voice. He was standing by the bed, obese like a Turkish potentate, but as powerful-looking and in control as a Turkish potentate as well. There was a bit of indecision, for the first time, in his voice.

“That was fine,” Rich said in a panting voice. “I’ve never been taken that high before.”

“I can tell that you usually top, but I signaled, and you responded . . . I know you did.”

“Yes, I did. It was fine.”

One of Howard’s hands went to one of Rich’s ankles and stroked it. Rich turned, uncoiling a bit, and looked at Butler in the dim light. Shit, the younger man thought, is he perpetually hard? The cock was standing out proudly, thick, thick, thick, and now, Rich exhilarated in having been able to take it, appreciably longer than he thought it had been.

The stroking on the ankle became a grip, and the man’s other hand was on Rich’s other calf. “Usually, after the first, I’m much more—”

“That’s fine,” Rich said through a loan moan, “do it.”

Butler gripped the two ankles, and raised and spread Rich’s legs, moving the young man onto his back, and move his big belly into position. Rich arched his back and gave a little cry through set teeth, as Howard thrust inside him and did it and did it and did it.

When Howard was finished at last and preparing to leave, he said, almost in a growl, “You will give it to me now whenever I want it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, sir,” Rich answered.

To be continued.

We met by chance or fate on a gay chat site. We have been corresponding and sharing pictures and videos together for sometime now. We have alot in common and we are really enjoying getting off together thanks to technology.

We haven’t met in person yet, being so many miles apart. But we have made arrangements to meet in a hotel. We picked a place that is half the distance that seperates us. I’m packing a bag and flying out tonight to rendezvous for the weekend.

Several hours later and I’m checking into our room, he hasn’t arrived yet. I went down to the bar and got a drink and waited in the spacious lobby area. Then I saw him entering through the glass doors.

I walked over to meet him. We shook hands and hugged. It felt good to finally touch. We went up to the room so he could drop off his bag. They have a nice resteraunt here, how about some dinner I asked?

We had a nice dinner and conversation before heading back to our room for the night. I hung the Do Not Disturb tag on the door knob. As the door closed we embraced and started madly kissing.

We walked over to the bed and we both started undressing each other. As our pants hit the floor we were both already tenting. I pulled down his underwear to finally see his gorgeous cock in person.

He panced me in return. We grabbed each others hard cocks. It felt so good to actually touch each other for the first time.

Take a shower with me I said. Our wet, slippery bodies glided against each other. Our hard cocks were wet in more ways than one. As we admire each others naked bodies we squeezed each other cocks and kissed under the rain shower. I grabbed your ass and pulled you close to me. I felt your throbbing cock up against my belly.

We decide to dry off and headed to the bed. I can’t wait to have you in bed all to myself I said. I’m craving your cum and I intend on savoring every last drop. I’m going to suck you dry. You’ll get no argument from me he said.

I layed down between his legs and licked my way up his inner thighes to his balls. I gently licked and sucked them. His cock was begging me to get it off. I grabbed the base of his cock and tickled the head with my tounge. I rubbed it between my lips to moisten it with my saliva.

I began slowly strocking his cock, concentrating on the swollen purple head while I licked up and down the shaft and balls. The smell of spit and cock fill the air, perfume to my nostrils! I sat up and slid foward and positioned my cock against his. He grabbed his phone from the bedstand and snapped a quick pic to remember the moment.

I began to stroke both of our cocks together. Our pre-cum lubed my hand as I continued. I skooted back down and took him into my mouth! Mmmm your pre-cum is so tasty I told him. I prepared to finish him off by stroking and sucking faster.

I felt his cock begin to pulsate as it shot hot cum, filling my mouth. I swallowed and kept sucking. I’ve waited so long to taste his cum and he did not disappoint. His soft moans told me he enjoyed himself as I sucked the last drops from his shaft and head. Mmmmm delicious 😋

I can still smell and taste my lovers cum in my mouth and I am in heaven. I licked my lips and laid down beside him. We drifted off to sleep spooning, his warm cock up against my ass cheeks. In the morning you can get me off, ok I said? I’m looking forward to it he replied.

To be continued…..

Years ago, I had a great little one-bedroom apartment in the downtown area of a small town in Ohio. I was all of 18 and making my way in the world. I’ve always been known to help people out, sometimes even if it’s not necessarily to my benefit. One of these times, I let a friend of a friend move in for a while, so he could get on his feet while he was starting school. I knew he partied a bit, but he seemed OK. At least not more trouble than I could handle. I made it clear from Day 1 that if he acted a fool, out he would go. I didn’t have time for that nonsense then, don’t now.

My apartment was sparsely furnished…meaning barely. A loveseat and chair in the living room, a TV on a milk crate, a stereo, a single bed and dresser in the bedroom, and a toaster oven and mini fridge in the kitchen. My guest roomie brought his bed and set it up in the kitchen, in what normally would have been a small dining area. Things went along just fine, for the most part. Every now and then, I’d bring a gal home and he was sometimes just an ass about it. He would interrupt us…almost every time. Nothing mean or anything, just lacking social skills. Or so I thought.

No no. He wasn’t trying to get into my pants (at least I don’t think he was). But it seems one of his friends from school was! I guess the reader will need a little more backstory at this point. My guest roomie never said if he was gay, straight, whatever. I never asked because I really didn’t care. I was pretty convinced of my straightness at the time. He had been in and out of some trouble and got himself into cosmetology school. Hey, I’m all for someone trying to better their situation in life, so all well and good. Every now and then, he’d have a friend over from the beauty school, just to hang out, have a beer, talk about class, the usual. Some of his friends/classmates were guys, some gals. If I was home, I’d be friendly because that’s just who I am.

One of his friends, Jimmy, was a chubby, dark-skinned black guy…and a bit of what we used to call ‘a flaming queen’. Jimmy was over the top and effeminate as anyone. Nice guy though. Don’t get me wrong, I had no problem with him. I was surprised at his inability to figure out my guest roomie’s schedule. Jimmy seemed to always call when dude wasn’t home. I’m not much for talking on the phone. Never have been. But Jimmy would call, and it seemed like he would just try and try to get me into long conversations with him. Maybe he was lonely. I dunno. Like I said, he was a big fella. Nice as pie and every bit as sweet, but from what I gathered from the few gay folks I knew, chubby wasn’t really ‘in’. So, nice guy I am, I’d chat with him.

At one point, guest roomie had to go. Long story short, he did a few things that pissed me off, so out he went. He went and stayed at his mom’s place, so I didn’t have to feel guilty about leaving dude homeless. My life went on as normal. I was doing construction work and as the weather was getting cold, I was working less and less, just waiting for the seasonal layoff. It finally came in November, a few weeks after I asked the guest roomie to evacuate the premises.

One morning, after a late night of hanging out at the bar with friends, I heard the doorbell ringing. I tried to ignore it but whoever it was just wasn’t giving up, so I got up, put on my robe and answered the door. It was Jimmy. He was looking like his usual perky self, dressed nice for school and honestly wearing way too much cologne. I told him that his friend was no longer staying there, sorry, couldn’t really be of any help, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. Jimmy, known for his ability to drag me into conversations, managed to do just that, so I invited him in. I was just too tired (and mildly hungover) to argue.

We walked into the living room, me holding my robe closed (I usually sleep naked) and went and sat on the couch. Jimmy just kept yammering on in his upbeat, over the top, effeminate way. I just really wanted to go back to bed. He apologized for getting me out of bed. He said that he hoped he hadn’t interrupted anything. I told him, nah – all good. We’re alone.

“So, what can I do ya for, Jimmy?” I asked.

He asked if things were OK between me and the former guest roomie. I told him they probably were, he just wasn’t going to be staying here. If Jimmy was trying to get him back in here, it wasn’t happening. Jimmy then changed the subject.

“I’ve always meant to ask,” Jimmy said, “Are you seeing anyone? I mean do you have a girlfriend…or maybe….”

“Nope, mostly riding solo these days” I laughed in response. “I try to get a piece of ass when I can, but I’m in no rush to get into a relationship.”

Jimmy’s expression seemed really happy about this, especially when I mentioned getting a ‘piece of ass’. I think he took that as meaning gay sex, when I just meant getting laid. It was just an expression.

“Can I tell you something, honestly?” Jimmy asked me.

“Sure man, what’s on your mind?” I answered.

Jimmy moved a little closer to me on the couch and said, “I really like you. I mean LIKE YOU like you.” He had put his hand on my thigh at this point. “I think we could have a lot of fun together if…”

I stood up, holding my robe closed, and told him, “Hey, sorry Jimmy, I’m just not really into guys. You seem like a great guy and all, but I just don’t swing that way.” I was trying to be as nice as possible about it. In reality, I really didn’t have anything against the idea of gay sex…but IF I were to try it, I don’t think Jimmy would be my first choice.

I was expecting him to look kinda crushed, but he wasn’t. “Oh, it’s ok, never hurts to ask, I guess”, he said. “But can I ask if you’ve ever thought about it? I mean really.”

I don’t know why I said what I said next, maybe it was due to being tired and hungover, I dunno, but I told him, “Well yeah, I guess most guys have wondered about it…but like I said, just not how I swing.”

The look on his face seemed to say, ‘Challenge accepted!’ but what he actually said was, “Well ok. I hope I didn’t freak you out or anything.” I told him that I hadn’t and that I was glad he felt comfortable enough to ask. Not sure why I said that, but I did. I won’t lie, my dick twitched just a little wondering what riding that big ass would be like…but just as quick, I put that thought out of my head.

“Hey man, I know a couple of gay guys, maybe I can try to fix you up or something” was the next thing out of my mouth. Again, not sure why I said it. Jimmy just laughed and said that he could probably handle it himself, but he thanked me anyway. “Are we still friends?”, was the next thing out of his mouth.

While I hadn’t really thought of us as ‘friends’, hell, barely even acquaintances, I assured him that we were all good. I then told him that I just wanted to get back to bed, explaining that I was tired and a little hungover. I walked him to the door, and he turned and gave me a big ol’ manly hug. I sorta gave him a hug back and was really getting a whiff of his excessive cologne at this point. It felt like he might have had a semi-hard on too, but I can’t say for sure.

“Ok, well I guess I’ll see you around, OK? Keep in touch!” he said on his way out. I said “Yeah sure” or something like that and I won’t lie, as he walked away, I found myself staring at that big ass again. He looked over his shoulder, and I think he caught me looking. He just smiled and waved this girly wave. I closed the door and went back to bed. As I laid down, I noticed that I could smell his cologne on my robe. Not sure why, but I didn’t take it off. It kinda smelled nice.

A few hours later, the phone rang. Surprise, surprise. It was Jimmy. He wanted to apologize for being so forward. I told him it was OK, no big deal. He offered to pick up lunch as a peace offering, as he was finishing school early that day. I told him, it really wasn’t necessary. I was just gonna go back to bed and sleep until my eyes opened. He just laughed and said, “OK just rest up. Who knows, you might need it.” and then he hung up. I wondered if he was gonna try again. Would he? Nah, he seemed like he’d take no for an answer…or did he?

About 11:30am, I woke to the doorbell again. Dammit, it was probably Jimmy again. Now what?

I was right, I opened the door and there was Jimmy, with a pizza, a couple of cokes, and a 6 pack of beer…”In case you need a little hair of the dog!”, he laughed. I think I just shook my head and invited him in. Having just been laid off, who was I to refuse a free lunch. If nothing else, Jimmy was never dull conversation. I walked him to the living room and then excused myself to go brush my teeth and put on some clothes.

“No need to get dressed up on my account!” he chimed in. “It’s your place, be comfortable” So I just went and put on some slippers and found the belt to my robe.

When I walked back out to the living room, Jimmy was sitting on the couch with his legs kinda curled up under him. The way he was sitting made his ass look bigger and rounder, and I could see the crack of his ass at the top of his jeans. His thighs looked really meaty too. Why the hell was I thinking like this?

“I got pepperoni and sausage, if that’s ok. Who DOESN’T like sausage, am I right???” he laughed. Geez, was he really being this corny? I just smiled, lit a cigarette and sat down on the chair. I didn’t need Jimmy reaching for any more sausage!

“Really Jimmy, this wasn’t necessary but thank you. Very kind of you.” I said, as I cracked open a beer. “A little hair of the dog just might help”

We both chuckled a bit and then had a chat about what a drag hangovers are. Jimmy asked about my night, where I went, how late did I stay out, how much did I drink, stuff like that. He was very attentive to my responses. It seemed like he really wanted to know about me. He asked about work, what I was going to do with my time off, and if I’d spend it all ‘looking for a piece of ass’. He seemed to find that expression really amusing.

I pointed out that I really didn’t know him well at all and asked about his life story. He seemed genuinely touched that I cared to ask, so he gave me more than just a basic backstory. He told me about being raised by an auntie, about realizing he liked boys when he was just a kid, about why he decided to study cosmetology, and that yeah, he gets lonely sometimes. His auntie accepted him being gay but worried about him being alone.

Jimmy handed me another beer when I finished mine and opened one for himself. “Over the lips, across the gums, look out tummy here it comes!” he laughed as he was getting ready to drink. He really was corny but in a cute, funny way. I got up to turn on the TV, just for some background noise, being sure to keep my robe closed as I was still naked underneath. I stretched my back a bit as I stood too.

“Sore back?” Jimmy asked.

“Just a bit. Working construction, I guess it comes with the territory” I replied.

“Maybe you need a rub down. Would probably work wonders for you!” Jimmy suggested.

“Yeah maybe, but I don’t have a girlfriend and I really don’t like the idea of going to a massage parlor so…” Jimmy cut me off.

“Oh, I can do it! I give great backrubs!” he offered up. “I’ll behave!” he giggled.

I just laughed along and told him I’d think about it. I ate a slice of pizza along with my beer, as the conversation continued. Jimmy really did seem like a nice guy. Kinda corny, but friendly, fun to hang out with, at least once I got used to how over the top he could be. When I told him I was done eating, he offered to put the pizza and the cokes in the fridge. When I told him he didn’t have to, he told me to ‘shoosh’ and he’d take care of it…but I think he said he’d take care of me. What the heck? He suggested leaving the beers though, as he might have another.

As he walked to the kitchen, I found myself looking at that big ass again. You guessed it, my dick twitched again too. I had to get my mind on something else before I started tenting my robe. So, I stood up and tried stretching my back again.

“Want me to crack your back for you?” Jimmy asked as he walked back in from the kitchen. Without waiting for a reply, he was behind me with his arms wrapped around my chest. “You ready? Just relax.” He sounded like he knew what he was doing. He felt pretty strong too. I could feel the warmth from his chubby belly against me and I won’t lie, it felt kinda nice.

“Ready when you are” I replied. He giggled a bit and lifted and squeezed just a bit and cracked my back good! Again, I think I could feel his dick against me through his pants, right against my ass. It definitely felt bigger, warmer and harder than before.

“Whew! Thanks man! I needed that!”, I let out. Jimmy kept his arms around me for just a bit and gave me a little squeeze. “You sure?” he asked. Yep, I was definitely feeling a hardon through his jeans…against my ass. Oh jeez, now what. I could feel myself starting to get hard. I had to get my mind off this. I sat back down on the chair, trying to make sure my cock didn’t decide to make an appearance. I could see a bulge in Jimmy’s pants, and I think he caught me looking again.

“Do you have HBO?” Jimmy asked. That was one of the nice things about my apartment. Utilities and cable TV were included in the rent. I told him I did. He suggested we put on a movie. He walked over to the TV on the milk crate, and bent over to change the channel…”What channel is it on?” I told him how to dial it in on my weird old TV and told him if he switched on the stereo next to it, we could listen to it through there. I’d swear he was swishing that big ass, knowing I was looking. And yep, I was. I set my beer in my crotch for a sec to settle things down, down there. What was happening? I was getting turned on by a chubby black gay guy!

“Are you ready?” Jimmy asked. What was he gonna do? Was he gonna make a move right there in my living room? He had to have known I was looking at that big ass. “Hello! Anybody in there! Are you ready for another beer?” he asked again, giggling a bit.

“Oh yeah, sure man, thanks! I just kinda zoned out for a sec” I replied. Jimmy handed me a beer and again, I could smell his cologne. This really wasn’t helping. I had to fidget in my seat a bit to control my dick. It knew it wanted attention and wasn’t seeming too particular about who gave it.

We watched whatever movie was on (I honestly couldn’t tell at this point…and didn’t care) and I had to keep fidgeting in my chair because between chatting with Jimmy, smelling his cologne and thinking about that ass…plus getting a mild beer buzz…I was having a heckuva time keeping the ol’ John Thomas under control.

After fidgeting a few times, Jimmy asked if I was ok.

“Your back still sore? Would you like a rubdown? I really AM good at them. I have some lotion in my bag. I keep it with me to keep my hands soft.” Jimmy really seemed to want to help.

“I dunno man…but tell ya what, I’ll leave it up to you.” I figured that would keep me from sounding too eager. I was really liking that thought of him massaging me all over.

“Well alright! Where do you want to do this? Here on the couch? On the floor? Your bed would probably be easiest for me” I’m pretty sure Jimmy had a plan, and it was coming together.

“Ok, the bed will work. Do you need me to do anything?” I asked.

“You just go lay down, face down. You can put a towel or something across your butt if you’re worried I’m gonna sneak a peek” Jimmy giggled. “I’m gonna go wash my hands first, ok?”

Jimmy headed to the bathroom, and I headed towards my bedroom. I was mildly embarrassed at how messy it was, but oh well. I kicked some dirty clothes under the bed, took off my robe and laid down. I covered just my ass with my bed sheet. My 7″ was fully erect with excitement and I tried to find a way to lay on it comfortably. I could hear Jimmy coming from the bathroom, and I could smell his cologne even stronger. I guess he put more on. Maybe he figured that with such close contact, he’d want to smell nice.

“Wow! Your back and legs are really muscular! I’m impressed!” Jimmy said as he knelt on the bed. “Must be all that manly construction work” He giggled at that. Lord knows why…but I was too busy trying to figure out why I was so excited to really give it much thought.

I could hear Jimmy squirt the lotion into his hands, and then start rubbing them together. “Gotta warm it up a little first”Little did he know, I was already feeling warmed up.

Jimmy’s soft hands started rubbing the lotion all over my shoulders and upper back. It was warm and slippery, and I could really smell his cologne. He was kneeling beside me as he rubbed my muscles, lightly as first and then deeper. I just laid there moaning and groaning each time he dug into my muscles.

“Sounds like you’re really enjoying this!” Jimmy, said, almost asking. “Do you want me to give you a full body rub?”

“Sounds lovely” I muttered, not knowing what the hell else to say.

“Happy to help!” he giggled.

Jimmy put a little more lotion in his hands and started to rub my lower back, then back up my spine, up to my neck, out to my shoulders and down each arm. He massaged my biceps, my forearms, my wrists, my hands and each finger, one by one. It almost felt like he was jacking off my fingers.

“Excuse me a minute, do you mind if I get more comfy?” Jimmy asked as he stood up and dropped his pants to the floor before I had a chance to answer. He straddled my legs and started to massage the back of my thighs. I know I had to be groaning. It felt so fucking good! Feeling his now naked legs against mine didn’t feel at all unusual. They were a little hairy but felt warm against my skin. He then straddled one leg at a time, working his way from the back of the thigh, down to my calves, and even rubbed my feet.

“You’ll probably think this is weird, but I like feet” Jimmy giggled. “I like toes. Is that weird?”

“We dig what we dig, right?” was my answer.

“Oh, I’m glad you think so! Do you mind?” he replied as he started to suck on my big toe. I felt my leg twitch, but he didn’t stop. He was really into my feet.”Oops! Sorry, couldn’t help myself” Jimmy apologized. He sounded genuine. I just laughed and said it was no big deal.

Jimmy got back up and straddled both of my legs again. There was that warm feeling like his legs were hugging mine. “Can we lose this?” Jimmy asked as he began to lift the sheet from my naked ass. “Really should massage your glutes” He really sounded like a professional!

“Ummm, sure, I guess” I mumbled, not really sure what happens next. Jimmy took the sheet all the way off my ass, and I heard him say “Mercy” half under his breath. He was breathing a little heavier now. He squeezed lotion directly on my exposed ass cheeks. It was a little cold yet somewhat invigorating.

Jimmy began to slowly rub the lotion all over my ass with both hands. He was doing this much slower than everything before. He would rub, squeeze, rub a little harder, as he squeezed, I felt his thumbs work their way up and down the crack of my ass, slowly spreading them just a bit each time. “Is this ok? Do you want me to stop? Jimmy asked, sounding very sweet and like he cared. He kept rubbing my ass as he asked.

“Oh noooo, this really feels good! Keep going! Please!” I was practically begging.

Jimmy squirted more lotion right down the crack of my ass and began to work it between my ass cheeks. He had a cheek in each hand, and he worked his thumbs deeper between them with each rub. I was in ecstasy. I’m sure I was moaning the whole time, and this probably directed Jimmy’s moves…at least that’s what I like to think.

His right thumb reached my asshole. It was like fireworks going off inside me! He slowly and lightly rubbed lotion on it with his thumb. My body tensed a bit.

“Is that ok? Does it feel good?” Jimmy asked as he kept rubbing my asshole with his thumb. He started to add a little pressure. “Do you like that, baby?” My body tensed again when he added more pressure. He kept rubbing my asshole with his right thumb while rubbing my ass cheeks with his left hand. “Do you want me to stop?”

“God nooooo, that feels amazing…” I muttered. Why I did what I did next must have just been instinct. I pushed my asshole against his thumb. I don’t think my cock had ever been that hard before.

Jimmy moaned a little himself and kept rubbing my asshole with his thumb. I kept pushing against it. He stopped for a second and I heard him squirt more lotion into his hands. It sounded like he was rubbing it into his hands, but his right hand was back on my ass, thumb working its way back to my asshole. I could still hear him rubbing lotion…was he rubbing it on his cock? Oh man! My mind was racing!

His left hand was back on my ass again. I felt his body shift. It felt like he was sliding off the foot of the bed. I was really in no position to take a look. His hands kept rubbing and kneading my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I felt Jimmy start kissing and licking my ass cheeks. This felt so intense but nothing like what came next.

I felt Jimmy lower himself more and then he pulled my cock behind me and started licking it, starting at the back of the tip, along the shaft, licking my balls, and then licking my perineum. I heard him “mmmmmmmm’ing” the whole time. Then I felt his big, warm, wet tongue lick right up my ass crack. I tried not to tense up as I guessed what was coming. I was right. He worked his tongue to my asshole!

I’m not sure which of us was moaning more at this point. He started to lap at my asshole like I’d done to many gals’ pussy. It felt incredible! I can see why the gals like it so much! Then I felt the pressure of his tongue working its way into my asshole! DAMN! My mind was shattering. He started to tongue fuck my ass! Between what he was doing with his thumbs and his tongue, this could well be something I’d need to revisit a few times.

Like the old TV commercials always said but wait – there’s more!

I was grinding my ass into Jimmy’s chubby face. Jimmy kept licking and tongue fucking my ass, all the while rubbing my thighs and grabbing and stroking my cock. How I kept from exploding is beyond me. Every now and then, I’d feel one of his hands disappear. I managed a peak back, and it looked like he was jacking off during all of this. That Jimmy was so turned on got me even more turned on.

He slowed to a stop and stood for a minute. He asked, every so sweetly, “Can I lay on top of you?”

Holy shit! Was Jimmy gonna try to fuck me? He took off his shirt, so now we were both completely naked.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I answered, figuring he was probably getting a little worn out from giving me an amazing massage, plus everything else.

He was heavy, about 225. I should have guessed that from his chubby build. The pressure of his body, along with his warmth, and the almost overwhelming smell of his cologne had me feeling oddly comfortable. I could feel his large cock, covered with lotion, up against my ass crack. He started to squeeze me and kiss my neck and nibble my ear. “Mmmmmm, this is nice…what do you think?”, he asked quietly in my ear. Before I could answer, he started to slowly rub his cock against my ass crack…up and down in little strokes as he moved his hips. I just moaned and instinctively pressed my ass against his dick. What was going on? Was I about to not only get fucked in the ass but was I really welcoming it?

I just laid there and enjoyed every second of this new level of intimacy. Jimmy wasn’t pushing boundaries; he was just going with the flow. He probably could have just rammed it in my ass at this point and had his way with me, but he wasn’t. He was being very sweet about everything. Feeling his weight on me, the kisses, licks, nibbles…his hands all over me, and damn…feeling that big, warm black cock rubbing against my ass was like nothing I’d ever felt.

Jimmy giggled and spoke softly in my ear, “I told you…I really LIKE YOU like you.” I’m pretty sure I was blushing hearing this. He reached down and spread my ass cheeks wider and started rubbing his cock on my asshole. There went the fireworks in me again! He pulled his hips back a bit, grabbed his cock and started to rub the massive head of it against my asshole. I’m not sure if that was lotion or precum, but it was pretty wet and slippery. He started to push a little more, pressing the tip of the head just inside my ass. My whole body clenched.

Jimmy could have kept trying, but as sweet as he was, he stopped. “I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet. Besides, I haven’t finished your rubdown yet.” he said, with a smirk in his voice.

Jimmy put more lotion on me and gave me a cursory once over, from feet to shoulders. Then he asked me to roll over on my back. As I lay flat on the bed, face up, my hard-on was at full attention. He wrapped his well-lotioned right hand around it and slowly stroked me. “This seems pretty stiff! It’s gonna need a lot of attention, I think!” Jimmy giggled, corny as ever.

“I guess it will…luckily I’m in good hands” I shot back, half expecting a rimshot. Jeez, his corniness was rubbing off on me. Speaking of rubbing…

Jimmy straddled me, with that big, bouncy black ass sitting right on my dick. Looking me straight in the eyes, he moved his hips and started to grind my cock with his ass. It was obviously having the effect he’d hoped for. He started to rub his nipples and asked, “Do I turn you on, baby?” Speechless, I just nodded yes.

“Touch me baby. I want to feel your hands on me.” This was part plea, part command, and I was completely unable to say no. I started to rub Jimmy’s meaty thighs. This made his still hard, 7 1/2″ cock twitch. “Touch it. Show you me you want to feel it”, another command. “Stroke it, baby”

I did as I was told, especially with that big ass still grinding me.

Jimmy bent down and kissed me deeply, and passionately. This sent jolts of lightning through me. I’d had a lot of great sex with women but damn, nothing had felt like this!

Jimmy still had lotion on his hands. He told me to close my eyes and just relax. He said he was going to take care of me. He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing it back off my face. Then he began lightly rubbing my eyebrows, outward towards my temples. He started to rub my temples and then my ears. If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I probably would have passed out. Jimmy started gently pulling upward as he rubbed my ears. He scooted further up my body too. He started to rub his cockhead across my lips. He was just about oozing precum at this point.

“Open your mouth, baby”. This was definitely more of a demand than anything so far, and my mouth opened for him. He told me to lick the head, to lick the precum and taste him. Again, I did as I was told.

“You’re going to suck my cock, baby. Any time I want, right?” Swirling my tongue around the head, I just nodded yes again. Jimmy gave me the sweetest smile.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, baby?” Jimmy asked, sounding as sweet as ever. I finally got to answer.

“Nope, first time for everything I guess”, then I went back to licking his cock. Jimmy smiled, moved forward a little more and started pushing his cock into my mouth. His chubby belly was on top of my head, and I had to try to not giggle at the mental image.

“You really DO like me!” Jimmy exclaimed, sounding almost like a girl. He was fucking my mouth now. I reached around and squeezed those big, beautiful ass cheeks while he did so. He was hitting the back of my throat and making me gag but we weren’t stopping. I could feel his load building up in him. He pulled out of my mouth, sat back and jerked gobs of his spunk onto my chest. I was speechless. I just gave this chubby black guy a blowjob!”I marked my territory, I guess you’re mine now!” Jimmy giggled. Reaching for my bed sheet to wipe myself off, I just looked at him, winked and giggled myself. Once cleaned off, I reached for Jimmy and pulled him into my arms. I guess I’ve always been a cuddler.

“You know, we’re not done with your rubdown yet, you know that, right?” Jimmy sheepishly inquired. He reached out for the lotion and set it on the nightstand. “We’ll be needing this soon.” He winked at me as he said it.

Jimmy laid next to me and started to rub my chest. Somehow, there was still some lotion on his hands. Not a lot but enough. I’ve always been blessed with big shoulders and a muscular chest, so Jimmy seemed to really be enjoying this. He would stop now and then to play with my nipples or lick them and nibble on them. This was really getting me turned on again. I reached for my cock and started to stroke it some. Jimmy slapped my hand away and said, “No, mine!” as he took over stroking it. “I told you it was stiff and was going to need lots of special attention.” Jimmy gave me that smirk that I was coming to know oh too well.

He kissed his way down my stomach and down to my pubes. Then Jimmy just went down on my cock! All 7″ down his throat, no gag reflex. He came back up and gave me the blowjob of a lifetime! I’ve had many since but none this good. He licked it, sucked, kissed, occasionally working a finger into my ass. Then two. Jimmy definitely knew what he was doing. I felt like I was being taught a whole new way of living, and I guess I was.

Jimmy slowly repositioned himself, sucking my cock the whole time, so that his big, beefy, black ass was in my face. He arched up so I could get to his dick, which he promptly told me to suck. “Suck my cock baby!” he practically yelled. Who was I to say no? Here was another first for me, having a 69 with a chubby black gay guy. Hint: it wasn’t the last.

I worked my tongue all over his dark 7 1/2″. I worked my way to his balls and then finally to what I’d wanted all along. That big black ass! It was almost comically big, and really meaty and jiggly. He had some rough hairs in his ass crack, but this was just turning me on. I just started kissing it, and squeezing it, and rubbing it. It was now or never. Time to give as good as I got. I started running my tongue up and down Jimmy’s ass crack, causing him to moan in delight. I pushed those big beefy cheeks apart and worked my tongue into his ass. I spit in it. I wanted it wet and sloppy so I could fuck the hell out it. I reached for the lotion on the table and squeezed it on his ass and on my cock. Jimmy knew exactly what was going on and repositioned himself on all fours on the bed.

“Yes baby! Ride this big ass!” again with the commands. I rubbed my cock on his ass crack just to tease him like he did me. He pushed back with each stroke. It was almost like that ass was ready to devour my cock. I pushed Jimmy’s shoulders down to the bed while fucking that ass up in the air. It was a work of art! Two big bouncy black orbs with a warm, tight hole. Soon I was thrusting long and deep, then faster and faster. I didn’t want to cum so quickly, but I just couldn’t stop. I wanted to shoot my load all over Jimmy’s ass, but I was too excited. I shot it so deep in him, he could probably taste it. I held my dick in his ass until it went flaccid, and my cream started to ooze out. “Ohhhhh baby, that was good! I knew we could have some fun!”, Jimmy said just before he hopped up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, we laid and cuddled a while. Later, Jimmy walked to the kitchen (butt naked…what a view!) and got the rest of the pizza and the cokes and brought them to the bedroom. “I told you I’d take care of you!” he said.

Years later, I can still smell that cologne.

We met in a bath house when he just shoved his cock in my mouth while I was being fucked by some random cock. When the guy fucking me finished dumping his load, the guy with his cock still in my mouth, directed the guys standing around watching and jerking their cocks as to who could fuck me next. “You can get your cock in his ass next.” was how it started. “You can fuck him now,” “You want some of that sweet ass?” “You’re next inside this boy pussy. “, etc. It went on like that for about an hour and then he announced that my hole was closed for the evening and took me home.

We’ve been having sex for about four months, several times a week usually after he’s been to the gym. He skips the shower so he’s very ripe, which is how I like him, just tastes better as I give him my personal version of a tongue bath. Tonight was one of those nights. He’s very sexy, knows it and is a bit of an exhibitionist. He likes to surprise, if not shock, me. He also is quite aware that he turns me on. Just looking at him gets me hard.

When I opened the door, he was standing there with his shirt open down to his belt, showing a very hairy chest and big pink nipples with his cock fully erect sticking out of his open fly. I quickly looked to make sure my neighbors weren’t around and thankfully saw no one. “Subtle”. I said. We both laughed. I grabbed him by his cock, pulled him inside, closed the door and sucked him while he finished undressing. He’s uncut and always carries some cheese for me in his 4skin. I spread open his hood, suck my nose inside took a long deep whiff and rubbed the inside of his 4skin up inside my nose to insure that some of his cheese would get into my nostrils and I would be able to smell him all day long. Then I ran my tongue around the inside of his hood and over the head of his cock licking up all his delicious dried jizz. Our eyes locked while I licked out the cheese from his foreskin and into my mouth. He likes to watch me eating his cheese. He likes to taste it too, so after I finished cleaning out his 4skin and the head of his cock, I knew not to swallow just rub it around the cheeks inside my mouth. When I finished, he kissed me and we shared.

He also likes his ass eaten, so while we were kissing, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Then he fell on the bed face down and said “Eat my ass” which, of course, I was happy to do. I buried my nose, face, mouth and tongue deep into his sweaty, ripe, hairy crack and hole and just went to town smelling, licking, sucking and tasting. His crack was particularly sweaty, must have been a good workout. His crack is also very hairy which helps to hold in the sweat and scent. I stuck my tongue into his hole as far as it would go over and over and over…licked his crack up and down and then moved lowered to lick his balls.

He rolled over and stuffed his balls in my face. I licked the sacks completely wet and then sucked each ball individually. They were too big to get both in my mouth at the same time. When I moved to his cock and licked my way up his stiff hard shaft to the head, he was already pre-cumming which I licked-up as it oozed out of the slit in the head of his dick. I squeezed his slit open and ran my tongue along the inside of his piss slit licking up every last drop of his precum. Then I plunged my mouth down the entire length of his dick until my nose hit his pubes and his dick hit the back of my throat. I gagged a couple of times as he fucked my mouth, long deep and hard while holding the back of my head and pushing his cock into my mouth and my head down onto his cock at the same time until he blew his first load.

There was a knock at the door. He looked at me and said “Answer it.” with a big grin on his face. Puzzled, I threw on a pair of shorts and the guy at the door just said “I’m looking for Jerry” and pushed his way right past me. At which point Jerry came out of the bedroom, still hard. They hugged hello and the guy said “Is this the bottom?” Jerry said “Yes. What do you think?” “Let you know after I find out what my cock feels like inside his hole. See if he is as good as you say.”

Without saying a word my mind started screaming: “Hellllll … low!! I’m standing right here. I can hear you talk but I have no fuckin idea what’s going on!!!” “Will someone please tell me what’s happening?” The guy goes into the bedroom and I stopped Jerry and asked” WTF?” He just grinned and said that he had a big surprise for me.

When Jerry and I got to the bedroom the guy was already naked. He was even broader built and more defined than Jerry, had a well developed six pack, hard, firm pecs, big hard guns and was just as hung as Jerry. He was also uncut and had really big balls. He was smooth, all over, completely smooth; chest, pubes, balls, even arms and legs, not a hair in sight. The sweat on his body glistened. He also probably just came from the gym.

He walked up to me, grabbed me with one hand by the ass and the other by the back of my head and kissed me while he stuck three fingers up my hole. While he was kissing me, rubbing our bodies close together sharing his sweat, he moved his fingers around inside and deeper into my hole. He fucked me with them about 5 or 6 strokes then took his fingers out of my ass, removed his tongue from my mouth and substituted his fingers.

While I was sucking on his fingers, I kept staring at his biceps and began to run my hands all over them. They were hard, big, developed. He flexed and asked me if I liked them. Of course I said yes and he asked if I wanted to suck them. He didn’t have to ask twice. He raised his arm to my mouth and at a 90 degree angle which also gave me a whiff of his arm pit while I was licking, sucking and devouring his bicep. I couldn’t fit his entire muscle inside my mouth, particularly as he continued to flex, so I just kissed, licked and opened my mouth as wide as possible, wrapped it around as much of his bicep as I could fit in and sucked, sucked, and sucked. He flexed, flexed and flexed.

As he kept flexing, I kept licking and sucking while wondering what his pits tasted like. Clearly, Jerry had told him that I like ripe because was he ever and the wave of his scent from his pit made my bicep sucking more aggressive. He looked me straight in the eyes as I licked and sucked his bicep and he caught me looking at his arm pit. His pits were also shaved clean of hair. “You like that too?” he asked. And before I could answer, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and pushed my face deep into his pit. I began sniffing and licking and tasting. He had definitely just come from the gym and it had been a hard workout because he had worked up a lot of sweat and skipped the showers just as Jerry probably told him to. After all that’s what my mouth and tongue are for. I buried my nose deep inside his pit and sniffed, taking in long deep breaths through my nose. I was intoxicated by his ripe, raunchy smell. For me, it’s better than poppers.

The guy laughed and said to Jerry “You’re right, he does like ripe.” My mouth continued exploring the rest of his body; his broad shoulders, deep cleavage between his well developed pecs, delicious nipples, which he liked sucked hard and nibbled on while my hand was tweaking the nip that I wasn’t sucking. My tongue moved to his hard flat abs and of course his cock, balls, ass crack and hole. After having moved my way from his balls and my mouth and tongue under his legs and up to his ass, I licked and sucked all the sweat that his workout had deposited inside his crack. He turned around and directed my head and mouth back to his cock. I sucked him for a while and then he picked me up by my shoulders, turned me around, threw me face down on the bed and shoved his cock straight up my ass with one quick, forceful, aggressive motion. He fucked me long, hard and rapidly until he shot his first load. “Pretty good” he said to Jerry “you’re right, damn nice hole and it knows how to ride a cock.”

There was another knock on the door. On the other side of the door was this grin propped up by an outstretched arm leaning against the frame of the door. The guy behind the grin was a big, black, beautiful hulk of a stud. If I wasn’t already hard, just his smile would have gotten me there. His pure white wide toothy smile behind his big thick sensuous pinkish brown lips and thick, broad pink tongue were all definitely enough to get me hard.

But his body…, I mean his body… was just incredible (think Tom of Finland). He stood 6’1”? 6’2”? weighted 230? 240? His shoulders were rock hard, massive and broad very, very, broad and his biceps were so large, hard and well developed, maybe, 20, 21 inches? that the sleeves of his T shirt couldn’t stretch down around them and therefore bunched up just above them exposing the full big hard muscle of his bicep. Even clinging above his massive muscle, the material of his T-shirt was stretched to its limits. It was the kind of muscle that forms one side of a deep “V” from the shoulder to the bicep and the tricep. It was even more pronounced when he flexed, and when he caught me looking at it, he flexed several times in quick succession looking at me looking at his flexing bicep. His chest was covered with a very tight, white, very form-fitting T-shirt stretched tight over a 52, 54 inch? chest and two very large obviously hard and well developed pecs with strong hard straight highly defined nipples pushing through and making small tents in his intentionally one-size-too-small, white T-shirt. The whiteness of his T-shirt accentuated his dark black skin just like white accentuates a tan on a white guy. The contrast of the white on his black skin made my cock throb. The rest of the T-shirt stretched tight over and clung close to his speed bump abs leading to a 29, 30 inch? waist.

His crotch was full and bulging through his even tighter-than-the-T-shirt jeans. He must have needed a shoe horn to get into those things. There was an obvious, visible, pronounced, well defined outline of his thick semi-hard uncut cock with a full mushroom head showing through.

My mouth began to water and my ass twitch. As I said he was an enormous, almost cartoonish, Tom of Finland model type. I didn’t know they actually existed in real life. But here he was! In the, oh so gorgeous, glorious, sexy, mouth watering, ass twitching, massive, strong, powerful, beautifully built deep black flesh!

“Looking for Jerry?” I asked. He grinned and said yes looking me up and down. “Come in.” I said while thinking: Get naked, immediately. I want your cock in my ass and mouth being pumped by THAT body as soon and as long and as often as possible! Like your body worshipped with my eyes, hands, mouth and tongue? Like tongue baths? Like your biceps kissed, licked and sucked: your pits, your pecs and nips, your speed bump abs? And of course your cock, balls, crack and hole; worshipped, kissed, licked, sucked, eaten and tasted? All these thoughts ran through my mind as I pointed the way and followed his bubble butt cheeks into the bedroom. The afternoon was getting better by the moment.

It continued like that for a couple of hours. Clearly, Jerry had told them all different arrival times. Guys kept arriving there were 8 of them in all. They arrived one by one with enough time between for me to concentrate on each before being gang banged by all of them. I sucked them all, both before and after they fucked my ass and dumped their load. They all fucked me, some more than once, 5 of them were multiple cummers, among them Tom of Finland who came a total of 6 times over the course of the afternoon! Some of the multi-cummers could dump a load down my throat while I was sucking them clean after having just dumped a load in my ass. The rest of the multi-cummers had to wait a while to build up a new load and they mostly preferred to dump it in my ass again.

I ate anyone’s ass that wanted it eaten and put it in front of my mouth. Once, while I was laying on my back, legs on some guys shoulders, his cock deep in my ass and my head hanging near the edge of the bed, sucking some guy’s cock, the guy just pulled his cock out of my mouth, turned around, spread his cheeks and sat down on my face. He pressed down hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue while breathing in deeply. When I grabbed the sides of his hips to hold his hole down on my face he rubbed his crack up and down all over my mouth and out stretched tongue. I stuck my tongue in his hole deep and often pulling his hole down and closer to my mouth and tongue. He was ripe; clean, but ripe… and tasty, very, very tasty. He must have sat on my face for 20-25 minutes before turning around reinserting his cock in my mouth and dropping a load down my throat.

I also sucked T of F’s cock while it was fucking some guy’s hole. He’d pull his shaft all the way out of the hole and I’d lick each newly exposed part as it slid out, then when his shaft was all the way out leaving only the head in the hole, I licked it all the way from the head still inserted into the hole down to his massive root and thick dark pubes. I also liked smelling, licking and tasting his pubes. They were thick curly and jet black like the skin from which they grew. I’d gum large sections of his patch getting a mouth full of his pubic hair, then slowly pull away “raking” them with my mouth and teeth getting a mouth full of his loose public hair. They tickled as I swallowed and let them slide down my throat.

Sometimes he would pull all the way out of the hole he was fucking and shove his entire big black cock in my mouth for licking and sucking. He’d fuck my mouth and throat long deep and hard before reinserting it into to the hole. After he did this several times, I’d grab his cock and jerk it while I’d eat out the hole he was fucking and get it primed again. Because I liked holding his cock almost as much as sucking it, I would guide the head back into hole of the bottom. After I had inserted the whole head, he’d push his hips forward to reinsert the shaft. I’d stretch out my tongue onto his shaft licking as it slowly disappeared deep inside. He didn’t seem to mind my holding and guiding his cock at all. He certainly didn’t mind my sucking it, or licking the hole and his cock at the same time as it slowly re-entered deep inside. I’d also eat the hole while his cock was fucking it.

After awhile of this exchange, T of F spread his legs wider and told me to slide in under and suck his balls. I moved around to his ass, but before I slid in under, I took full advantage of the opportunity to eat his hard gorgeous bubble butt since it was right in front of me and raised high in the offering. I just couldn’t resist. He seemed to like it a lot, so I took my time to finish, because I liked it too. Man, did I like it too. It was so sweaty and ripe. It tasted so good and was so perfect and inviting. First, I licked his big hard full bubble cheeks. Then I buried my nose, mouth and face deep between those hard bubble cheeks and just rubbed my face all over his crack and hole. I ran my nose up and down his crack, breathing in deeply smelling his scent. I ran my tongue up and down his crack with big long strokes tasting his sweat and scent. After running my nose up and down his crack a few times breathing in deeply the entire run, I placed my nose directly on top of his hole and breathed in deeply. After I had run my tongue up and down the same path it also just stopped on top of the entrance to his hole and licked followed by my mouth which sucked. When I finished sucking, I spread his cheeks as far as I could and inserted my tongue as far into his hole as I could get it and licked deep, very deep and sucked hard, very hard.

After I finished eating his ass, I slid in under him and positioned myself right under his cock and the ass of the bottom he was fucking. T of F then lowered himself so that his balls fell onto my lips. I opened my mouth wide and let his balls drop inside one at a time. He told me to suck them as he lowered his hips and dropped each into my mouth. I willingly did as I was told. I also massaged them with my tongue and a slight sucking motion as they each sat in my mouth while his cock was still fucking the bottom’s hole. Then he raised his hips, lifted his balls out of my mouth and placed them on my chin while he shoved his thick big black cock deep inside my mouth and fucked my throat long deep and hard. He alternated fucking my mouth with fucking the hole, over and over and over.

As he blew his load inside the hole, I sucked his balls. I licked and sucked his cock as it slowly pulled out of the hole after having just shot a load deep inside the bottom’s ass and he inserted it deep inside my mouth and he just kept fucking my face with his big black cum covered cock until he shot another load deep inside my mouth and straight down my throat. I then fletched his previous load from the hole. During all this action, while I was on my back under T of F’s cock, sucking it and his balls, I was being fucked by some guys, three or four in succession as I remember. All of whom didn’t alternate but just fucked me to completion and depositing their load before passing my hole off to the next guy in line.

T of F’s cock was just as impressive as the rest of his body. I venture to say that if you put a quarter on his out stretched cock there would still be enough cock flesh left on either side to lick. It was definitely wider than a quarter and so thick that when I held it in my hand my thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet to close the grip. Big, thick and hard, maybe 6-7 inches thick and 10-11 inches long and his loads were not to be wasted. They were tasty, very, very, tasty; just the right amount of salty and thickness of creamy white very tasty liquid. And he came in large amounts. Even his last load was as thick and big as his first with each being about two- three tablespoons in volume. He was amazing and stayed hard for the whole evening; long after everyone else had blown their load or loads and went soft, empty and useless. I suspected that he took Viagra as well as the obvious steroids.

After a little over 4 hours everyone had shot there load(s) and began leaving, one by one. T of F was of course, the last to shoot his last load. He withdrew his dick from my ass and rolled off of me onto the bed on his back, stretched out and fully spent. I crawled into his crotch and began to suck his cum covered cock clean. I licked and sucked and kissed and worshipped his big black cum covered cock for not the first time that evening. I ran my tongue up from the root at his balls to the slit in the head with long slow licks gathering up all the remaining cum and licking the entire shaft like it was a big thick cocksicle. He was still hard. I picked up his massive thighs, pressed them against my ears and head and just relished in being held tightly inside his crotch with his massive cock in my mouth and his crotch and scent completely surrounding my nose buried deep in his pube patch. He got the idea and draped his legs over my shoulders with his thighs holding my face, nose and mouth deep inside his crotch and applied some light pressure against my head to force me deep inside.

When I had sucked all the spent cum and my ass juice off his dick and sucked his balls again for good measure (because, hell, why not? I was down there, they were in my face and they were big inviting and tasty), I slowly crawled up his body, running my tongue from his balls all the way up his body to his mouth and rubbing my cock along his hard muscled torso getting it hard again. I looked him in the eyes and whispered “Would you like a complete head to toe tongue bath? I would love to lick every inch of your big hard beautiful black body.” “Help yourself.” he said as he placed his hands behind his head, flashed a big grin and exposed his sweaty deep hairy armpits. I started there and then I feasted on every inch of his big strong hard body. I spent a little over an hour of erotic feasting finishing with his feet and toes sucking each toe individually and then all at once.

When I had almost finished, and was eating out his ass for the fourth time that night, I asked if he would like to dig out the cum mixture in my ass and feed it to me. “With my fingers or my cock?” was all he asked. And yes, he was still hard.

It turned out that all these guys went to Jerry’s gym. He had been discussing this with them for awhile, recruiting one at a time over the last few weeks. Jerry has excellent taste in-g friends!!

The alarms started going off at 7am. Tired and hungover arms reached out to silence them.

One by one the guys surfaced and headed down to make coffee, piss, shower grab a bite before all heading out to the bus..

Jason and me were the last to leave the showers. I watched out the corner of my eye getting a good look at his flacid 6 inches hanging beautifully over his bollocks. The soapy water ran along the shaft collecting at his feet. Standing with his back against the wall Jason shaped his dick, casually at first, but when he was sure I was watching, it was slower and more sensual. I could see Jason had begun to chub up and that got me thinking about last night. “Hey, that’s a beautiful dick Jase. Worked well last night too I laughed, did you enjoy being rimmed?”

“Rimmed?” Jase said looking around.

“You know, having your arse licked.” I realised he may not know what the name for that was.

“Oh OK, yeah, I’d never heard it called that. Women haven’t done that to me, is it a gay thing then? Whatever it’s called, it was fucking great he laughed.” By now jase was massaging his cock, I need to bust one out before I finish the shower if you want to help?” I was nervous of the others coming in but didn’t need a second invite. Immediately I was on my knees sucking his dick, the water splashing off my head. I massaged Jason’s balls and as he leant back against the wall his legs opened enough for me to slip a finger along his soapy crack. Jason rocked as my head bobbed on his cock. Placing a hand on my head he pulled my head further toward his crotch. My finger went deeper and Jason started to bare down around it. I could feel his prostate, as I rubbed I felt Jason tense up, his balls tightened and contracted and I was rewarded with a huge creamy hot load. The taste was glorious, spunky, thick and a tang of salty sweetness on my tongue. Slowly I pulled my finger out as Jason winced and swore through gritted teeth, “fuuuucck!”

Jase tapped me on the head and left the shower. I was going to jack off, but heard a sound at the door and Tony walked in for a piss. I rinsed watching through the screen as he artistically sprayed the back of the urinal. Tony gave me a smile as he left, telling me they were just waiting on me.
Geeze, this is going to be a long day.

We did the mudder, at one point I was scrambling up behind Paul who slipped, I looked up as his arse landed on my face. Erm, was that an accident lol..I enjoyed it after the shock. I felt a hand grab at my scruff and Tony quite literally pulled me up the bank grinning as he set me down. He’s impressed me twice already today. If only there was a way to make it a hat trick involving me and pretty much any part of his anatomy.

Paul, Tony and me were doing fairly well and ahead of the others in our group. When we hit the finish line we headed back to the reception tent to get pur official times and wait on the others. I got the coffee and a Sausage roll each and we sat chatting. We knew very little about Tony.
Paul asked what had happened with him and the wife, I winced as Tony took a long pause, I couldn’t believe Paul would be so bold and insensitive to blatantly ask a personal question to a stranger.

“Well I guess we just drifted apart and realised we wanted different things. Tony said eventually.

Paul didn’t read him well and persisted with do you have kids, no. Who’s stayed in the house, me. How come?

“Look”, Tony said, somewhat exasperated. “She left me 3 months ago for another chic, not completely out the blue, I’d had my suspicions fpr a while, yes I knew my wife was bi, yes we met because she wanted a threesome, yes I was up for it, yes it carried on until I was, well really, surplus to requirements and basically she came in one day after shopping, sat me down and said she wanted to live with Carol. She loved me but more like a brother. I got to keep the house and she pretty much took the better car and savings. Now I can do what I want. Its sad but I’m more lonely than upset. We kinda did our own thing for years but we were comfortable with eachother and its weird eating and watching tv alone”.

That shut Paul up, but what cracked me up, was when Tony said, “but on the upside, I can hang around the house naked all day without being told what to do. I get to watch porn and toss off to my hearts content”. He laughed and I joined him, but mostly laughing with him at Paul who just sat open mouthed. “And, didn’t have to ask permission to come away with you guys. Your a pretty cool bunch”.

“Thanks Tony,” I said, both looking at Paul.

Eventually paul said, “well that does sound like it would have its advantages. Maybe we should all hang out naked later, when we get back, and watch some porn. A pretend single boys night.

Fuck that would be awesome I thought, wondering if I had just thought it or said it aloud.

The guys came crashing in the tent wet and dirty but in good spirits arguing over who got the fastest time. After coffees and pastries we all bundled in the van for the trip back.

It was beyond Mt expectations, the minute we were through the door the guys started stripping off. One by one we raced to the shower to get clean. Guys showering, a tussle to piss in the trough left two hopping around and hollering but instead of running to the stalls next door Tony and Andy pissed in the shower while Dave and I were showering. I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or pissed off. They, just assumed it was ok, especially as they seemed to not even care that we were being splashed. Dave was particularly unfazed, which I thought was odd.

I pretended to wash my hair while watching the stream from under my arm and I couldn’t help but get a little chubbed by the sight and even the strong soap didn’t completely mask the odour. I wasn’t the only one getting hard. Dave was more or less sporting a full boner. Andy and Tony were not exactly flacid. Looking accross the room , Jerry was waiting beside Jase play fighting, and Paul was at the urinal. The scene was amazing and whilst the room was large, it was full.

“Hey love birds, get out the shower and let us all have a go. Geeze, anyone would think you guys enjoyed sharing the shower with us pissing in it. Save water next time and turn the tap off.” I was red with embarrassment, but again, nothing from Dave.

Paul, stepped forward and slipped crashing into Jerry and Jase. They absorbed his fall but ended up in a tangled, naked mess. Laughter filled the room and as the guys got to their feet, it was clear they had erections. Unabashed, Jerry was bouncing it around saying “I thought you were offering your arse then Paul, look it got me excited.” Jerry didn’t stop tossing off, even as the laughter died down. Paul and Jase were washing the mud off themselves. Dave and I were toweling off and Andy, Ste, and Matt were looking at Tony who I realised was stood, stark bollock naked, watching and wanking.

Tony was a commanding and confident presence in the room. We were all slightly in ore of him, even Paul who was staring from the cubicle. Matt piped up with “hey guys, let’s see who can toss off and cum first. ” Nothing was said but all of us started beating off.

Well how about we make it more interesting and play soggy biscuit, hey Mick, how about you be the biscuit? Matt suggested.

“Good shout,” Paul said, why bring a gay away and wank ourselves” he added.

Had it been anyone but Paul I would have protested but I had an idea as to what he was thinking. I stepped forward and down onto my knees. The guys circled me, and Paul turned the shower off. Cocks in hand, the guys gradually started pumping their dicks aiming them at my face. I looked up and Paul being the closest, I tentertively licked his helmet. I was rigid, more so as I felt a stream of hot liquid hit my neck. I knew instantly someone was pissing over me. Looking around I see it was Matt. He’s a dirty fucker I thought to myself. Whilst most of the guys started protesting, soon they realised it, or rather I appeared cool with it. Jase jostled to stand next to Paul and as I looked up our eyes met. His expression was more curious than anything and a slight grin appeared as he held his dick and started a steady stream of piss at my face. Pissing on Paul’s hand and cock while I sucked him off. The stream on my neck died down but then one to my right. Out the corner of my eye I see it was Tony. I allowed Paul’s cock to slip from my mouth and turned open mouthed to savour the liquor Tony was hosing me with. Andy approached, his helmet leaking pre cum and I let Tony’s piss splash off the side of my face while I licked the pearl of Andy’s cock. A bead hung midway from Jase and I devour that too with an ever increasing vigour. The guys were really getting into it with the the sounds of grunts and ahhs, along with the squelch of masturbating wet cock and the odd fuck this is hot and he’s a dirty cunt..

I felt a body next to me and turned to see Dave had settled beside me, helping me out like a wing man should. Taking up the slack. I couldn’t suck all the guys at once. Paul was getting close, I recognised the movement in his hips and facial expression. True to form he sped up his masturbating and as I crane my neck toward him opening my mouth. He shot, “aahhggg fuck!” 3 jets of cum shot over my nose and in my waiting mouth. I gasped and turned my head back in time for Tony to lean forward. This I wasn’t going to waste. I enveloped his cock, and as it reached the back of my throat his balls tightened and he exploded. Shot after shot of hot creamy cum, so much cum it was in my nose and trying to escape my lips around his cock. I clamped and sucked for all I was worth. I felt a tongue at my cheek and realised Dave was taking up the excess. Jase rewarded us next, Jerry followed, holding Daves head and aimed his dick at his mouth. Jerry didn’t disappoint, covering Daves eager mouth. Dave lapped like a thirsty dog cleaning his cock and running his tongue around his lips to collect any spunk that had settled there. Ste was right at Daves face waiting for his turn when Matt prodded my cheek with his cock. Wanking furiously. He really did have a musk about him. I licked at his helmet and could taste a mixture of sweat, the tang of smeg, piss, and precum. I licked up his shaft from his musky balls to be rewarded with a facial. I was covered, I felt the spunk land in the corner of my eye, and a sudden sting. Dave was choking and spluttering as Ste and Andy unloaded simultaneously over his waiting mouth. I leaned back and took hold of my cock to wank myself as Matt took aim with another piss. This time aiming at my cock as I was masturbating. I lean back further and laid prostrate, Dave straddled my head. My tongue darted into his arse as I felt the trickle of piss on my chest. Someone was evidently pissing on us both. Fuck this was horny. It was too much to bare, I reached the point of no return and fired off a few voleys of my own. Dave leant forward and took my cum covered cock, cleaned me up then straightened his back as he came, showering my torso with a scream of pleasure. He collapsed on me, a smelly cummy mess, both of us.

The shower started and the laughter and name calling began as the guys showered.
Waiting for a space under the shower, I caught Paul’s eye and he winked, grinning broadly.

Tony and Andy helped with the meal and soon we were all fed, back on the beer and naked, playing truth or dare. As the evening wore on we got a little drunk, well they did. I wanted to remember tonight and what was going on.

My truth or dare was to Jase, “dare!”

Take my cock up your arse? Needless to say, this started another round and at one point. Paul was in Dave, Jase was in Paul, I was balls deep in Jase, Tony was in me. The guys accross the room, were in a daisy chain suck.

Needless to say, no one got any sleep Saturday night. We explored eachother openly for the rest of the weekend. Vows made to keep this weekend a secret to take to the grave and to maybe start a club with those who wanted to continue to holiday with eachother, four times a year.

“That was a heavy weekend,” I heard Paul say, as Linda met him at their door, when we arrived home. Taking his coat from him and giving him a peck on the cheek, Linda replied,

“I guess you won’t want to go again then?”

Oh yeah we do. Actually we’ve planned a hole in one tournament, for a couple of months time. I smiled to myself as I put my key in the door. “Hi Craig, I’m home!”

Gideon sat on top of the Mail coach southbound from his home in the North of England. Since puberty he had been having these feelings which were totally alien to the eldest son of an Anglican minister. So he had decided without making these feelings known , using the excuse that he had to find his way in the World. Gideons mother had died when he was 12 and his father with the help of a parishioner who came in to prepare meals etc and clean the house. So Gideon had been very much left to fend for himself.

So here he was sat on top of the London Mail coach his cape wrapped arounf him as some protection against the cool Aututmn breeze. He was greatful that after the stop at he Inn roughly about half way, to refresh the horses. The heavy rain which had battered the window as he tucked into a bowl of broth, had now ceased. He jhad on his lap a small leather bag of all he possesed in the world. Some money and a few personal items. A ring that had been his mothers, of no great value, bt the only remembrance he had of her. They stopped overnight at an Inn near to Faringdon. Gideon found a settle vacant close to the fire( je had not paid for a room as he thought he might need the money he had when he arrived at his destination. He wrapped the cape around him and put his foot through the bag holdsing all he had in the World. After a reasonably comfortable night and a small breakfast it was time to board the coach for the last part of his journey.

It was late afternoon when they arrived in London, the coach stopped outside the Mail Coach Inn. He climbed down and asked the Coachman for directions towards the centre of the City. The Coachman directed him and said its about a mile that way, so Gideon set off, not really knowing where he was going, but the street obviously led somewhere as it was very busy with wagons, coaches landaus and more people than he had ever seen. He followed the crowd, taking in the surroundings. People were selling stuff from stalls some were just walking selling their wares from trays. It was fascinating to Gideon as the only time his town was busy was market day. But nothing like this hubbub. He had nearly walked about a Mile when he felt a spot of rain and all of sudden the heavens opened, Rain battering on the ground. people rushed for whatever shelter they coukd find and Gideon did likewise, finding some cover in the shelter of a Bookshop. canopy. He was lazily looking at the books on show in the window and noticed at the base a board with various cards of adverts, ranging from Scribes requiired Farriers Workmen. Ladies maids till all at once he noticed a small card offering room to let for a half crown a month. the Address was not clear as it was right at the bottom of the board so hidden by the board edging. Seeing the shop was still open he went in and asked the Seller if he could look at the card. The seller retrieved it off the board and gave it to the lad to read Unfortunately the address meant nothing to Gideon being a stranger and he was worried it might be too far to get on foot, as he was feeling tired after his long journey. He decided to ask the Seller the location and if it was far, “No!, only across the road” said the man with a rather cheery smile. Ill show you come to the door, they reached the door and the man pointed down to an alley opposite. Its down there a few yards and at the junction turn left its the second house down. Mrs Goodwin, a nice lady,a widow, I sold some of her husbands books for her, her children grown up and married so she has a room available. In sure you will like her. Gideon thanked the man,. and set off across the road to the alley, fortunately the rain had stopped as quickly as it started He reached the crossroads and turned left and saw the house,

He knocked on the door which had a large brass knocker, and heard a voice say coming just a minute, The Door was opened by a red faced, portly lady of about 50 years Gideon thought, though he was only guessing. “Yes! she said with an enquiring look at the young man in the street. Gideon explained he had seen the card at the bookshop and asked if the room was available. Come in she said moving aside to let Gideon pass her into a clean and pleasant hallway from which two doors and a staircase sloped up from. Come through she said and showed him into the “parlour” a clean and tidy room with a few ornaments a clock and a nice warm fire in the great. Sit urself down she said and lets have a chat. Gideon told her a little of his history and how he had come to London. He skirted around his personal reasons but explained his fathers occupation and that his father was a widower of a few years. She seemed impressed that his father was a Minister, and offered Gideon some tea and home made fruit cake. They chatted and after a while she said youd better come and see if the room is suitable, its not that big but its clean and has a small desk and chair, pen and ink. It was my sons but hes married now and lives near Oxford. She led the way up the staircase carrying a candle as it was now twilight. lighting the stair sconces as they went. She opened the door on the right of the landing and showed him in. It was Gideon thought a lovely room. Clean tidy and bigger than he thought by what she had said. ” Its Half a Crown a month, and thats with breakfast and evening meals, nothing fancy just what I have myself.” “That sounds perfect” said Gideon and handed over out of his purse a shiny half a crown, Ill take it he said placing the coin in her hand. “Thank you Sir!” she retorted, ” Ill leave you to get sorted come down and have a nightcap when your ready. A nice glass of Sherry wine will be waiting!” She left the room closing the door after her.

Gideon was left alone to recall all that had happened and started to unpack his bag of all he possesed in the world, He saw a small cupboard and placed his cape which was now dry on a hool inside and his shirts he placed on an adjacent hook and underdrawers stockings etc were placed in the drawer below. He was feeling tired so decided to join Mrs Goodwin in the parlour for the glass of sherry wine She asked him what plans he had regarding work and siad as he didnt know the area, he had no idea but was was young and fit and ready to try his hand at anything, She suggested that in the next street was a lot of tailors of Jewish origin, who were always after a pair of willing hands. So he thanked her and said he would try there, He gulped the wine, bid her goodnight and went up to his room, because of the day he had had was soon fast asleep (to be continued)

Jack and I were in the local supermarket, they had a special on to lure students into buying cheap alcohol. It always worked, the place would be emptied within hours.

I was staring down the aisle at the bottom shelf, my eyes caught sight of a pair of white Nike trainers, I guessed at least size eleven. The owner also wore white ankle socks and was blessed with thick hairy ankles.
He reached down to arrange products on the lower shelf. His hand was strong, his forearm thick and vascular, his bicep bulging out from the red store branded t shirt he wore.

Jack wanted my attention but I was fixated on this lads ass, he was squatting low now, it didn’t strain him, he must of had some power in those legs, to hold that mid squat, while he went about his business.
His jeans were full beyond capacity with rippling muscle, his ass was strong and rounded.

I was so focused on him, I forgot where I was. ‘are you looking for something?’ He was staring right at me. Thick short blondish hair, handsome, blue eyes, an authoritive stare. ‘yeah beer’ …’you won’t find it down there beside the cleaning goods!…fucking students’

Jack wanted to make a deal about it. ‘cheek of him, we’re customers, he’s our age, Id love to kick his ass’. Jack’s a strong lad but I’m not sure he could take him. I wanted his ass too, but not to kick it!.

I felt like he was following me around the store, he was right behind me at the food counter, breathing down my neck. When we got to the checkout, he insisted on serving us.

Jack was correct, this store lad, had it in for us, he took his time to slowly scan everything. ‘you know it’s 21 to buy alcohol here?’ ‘yes I’m 21’…’you don’t look it, more like a skinny teenager look about you’…’what, here’s my ID’…’anyone could fake that mate, and you’re buddy there is giving me looks, can’t have attitude in here, trouble makers both of you’.

Nathan certainly knew how to push Jack’s buttons, Jack was ready to fight him. ‘Security..remove these lads, their all aggressive with me just because I asked for ID’…’Come on lads, out now’Jack protested. Security didn’t want to hear it: ‘No Nathan wouldn’t say there was a problem if there wasint, so out now lads please’.

Nathan grinned straight at us, all smug and cocky. Outside, in the carpark, Jack was fuming. He wanted to walk back in and drag Nathan out for a fight. He didn’t have to, Nathan strolled out and right past us! It was only then we both got a proper sight of his physique.

We both fell silent, Nathan must be a bodybuilder. Though shortish, under 6 foot, he was solid, ripped, bulging. Every part of him was impressive, from his thick neck, wide shoulders and broad back, to his tight core, solid ass and power packed legs.

From the second I’d seen his trainers I had started to lust after him. But Nathan was beyond impressive, beyond beautiful and he was rough and cocky!

He sat on a stack of boxes in the yard opposite us, ripped off his t shirt to embrace the sunshine, and stretched his legs wide. Nathan was sending a clear signal of dominance: highlighting his meat packed pecs, chiselled abs and his impressive cock bulge, for us to see, for us to fear.
Jack was afraid, he backed down. No more talk of fighting Nathan. I was excited, turned on by Nathan’s demonstration of dominance.

Back in the student flat, I went straight into the shower. I could hardly get my jeans off, my cock was so full and hard. The powerful jets of shower water stimulated my cock even more. I kept replaying that image of him, sitting on the boxes, arms behind his head, popping his biceps. They were perfect, like solid balls but peaked and split. His torso, so powerful, his grin, intense and cocky. I imagined licking those biceps, licking under his armpits too, tasting his sweat.

My cock was pulsing now, the water reacting with my cock head, feeling like an electric orgasm. A weakness, a wobbling, though me, the type that happens when you are physically elated. It was warm and steamy. I remembered the sweat stains under his t shirt, in the store and how the stains smelled too. Nathan’s odor was pungent and athletic. I pictured his thick ankles again, his Nike trainers, his ass in those jeans.

I was breathless, shuddering, my body out of control, focused now on relief and it shot out, high, hard, mixing with the water and vapour to fill the room with my seed and scent.

My thoughts fixated on Nathan’s cocky grin and beautiful blue eyes, thoughts about his hard body forced the cum out of me, until I was spent and exhausted.

I was certain I wanted to see Nathan again, I wanted to challenge him, to wrestle him, to dominate him.

We were going on vacation together. My straight, thuggish best friend and I, he’d just finished with a girl who he clearly had caught way too many feelings for, as he does, so obviously it was over, and me being the doting best friend, I had to pick up the pieces. we’d been in this cycle since we were young, sometimes it ended in me sucking his cock, until his post nut clarity kicked in, as it always did. Sometimes in the past, it would be a few drunken nights of him asking and getting blowjobs until he remembered he was completely straight, start seeing a girl and he’d completely stop it happening again. I never pushed for more, though I think he knew I was willing and waiting for the opportunity every single time. Until we hit our twenties, he developed a very fit body and he seemed to have a girl waiting to take the last ones place, not needing me anymore.

The latest one though, was different, the breakup was a little rough, and he seemed a little down, so lucky me was asked to join him instead of some girl like he usually would. I accepted, although wasn’t sure what to expect but the hotel was nice, It was a last minute name change so I had hopes for a shared bed to be honest, as I ended up filling in for the girl he ran away from. but the room when we arrived had two double beds and plenty of space for us to relax, I checked if he felt comfortable and he made a joke about him finishing in my throat a few times over the years made it clear he didn’t mind sharing the room. We did what every holiday maker does and decided we wanted to explore (check where the best place to get drunk is) and grab some food before we return to shower and make some bad decisions. 

It was a short walk before we found a strip of clubs which helped us decide where we would be that night. We found a little place to eat before we returned to the hotel room, I had been good and made sure I ate a bottoms dinner but he was his typical self, hopefully perking up from his bad state of mind, we headed for the hotel while he told me about all his plans to destroy and breed as many girls as he could, I wasn’t sure what we would get out that night so had hopes it wasn’t what he expected and being bred myself.

As we arrived back to the room we sat on the balcony, took in the view and I was given a fashion show of my best friends outfits as he begged for advice on what would get him the most ‘pussy’ that night. We discussed shower arrangements, who should go first, but ended up sitting on our own beds, him completely naked and me trying to glimpse at my favoured object, until we clearly took in too much cheap wine, sea air and heat and passed out for a few hours, I awoke later that night checked the time and realised it was midnight, I cleared my throat, drank some bottled water and decided to wake him, he jumped straight up when I shared the time with him and started putting his outfit together. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, I made sure I was fresh, douched and ready for anything. I wrapped my towel around me and started my getting ready in front of the mirror ritual. He came in, stomping around like a rhino, dancing around, shadow boxing and informing me how excited he was for the night ahead I could clearly see his excitement, and motioned towards his hard dick. He started laughing, chugged down what was left of the cheap wine and told me to hurry up, he jumped in the shower as I finished off, I was brushing my teeth when he got out the shower realising he had left his towel in the other room he declared he was gonna use the one around my waist, he yanked and I held on for my life, he pulled me in to him, laughing and jostling around he had loosened the towel, and I was flashing most of my ass trying to hold on to what little towel I had left to protect my dignity. I had gotten hard when he started pulling me around, and I was a little embarrassed. He told me to let go but I just couldn’t allow him to see that he got me excited so I refused, he thought for a minute before slapping his clearly semi, thick, long shaft across my ass cheek making me instantly shocked or overexcited and allowing him to pull the towel away from me and seeing what he had caused. 

The next few days had him getting more and more playful, we were three days in, sharing a room and spending a lot of time together, I couldn’t help but flirt and tease, I’d had him many times before in our youth, and I noticed he had gotten flirty, playful and had hit/shook his either hard or semi cock at me, I knew if I kept it up, it was coming. 

He hadn’t pulled a girl once this whole holiday bar some flirting, kissing and teasing action. He was clearly full of frustration and on more than one occasion told me about his blue balls. I decided I would push it a little more, I know when he’s too horny he can be a real ass, and everything that goes wrong is my fault as he often had these mood swings until either me or his next girl helped him with some relief, I planned to tease him and hopefully taste him again if he didn’t pull anyone that night. Luckily or unluckily for him, we both returned together. Drunk, giddy and definitely horny. I started telling him how shocked I was that he still hadn’t pulled, and how any girl would be so lucky to get someone like him, how his body was enough never mind his amazing personality. He played up to it, clearly flattered, he flashed his body a few times and smiled, I decided we needed a few more drinks and made sure to pick up some on our walk back, by the time we got back to the room we had downed a couple of beers, and was attempting to shot a bottle of vodka, straight from the bottle. I continued with my compliments, pushing it each time, he was telling me how he wished I was a girl and how he had always wished it, how we had such a good relationship and how he would have married me, telling me how many times he would have put a baby in me. I took that as my chance to compliment his cock. I told him how he was the only guy to make me gag, how I always swallowed his loads but would often refuse others. I told him I’d never tasted anyone as good as him, even after a heavy night out. I noticed it was working, he grabbed his crotch a few times, a defined bulge was visible in his shorts, I started to strip off and got down to my jock that I’d worn for the night out, he followed suit, standing in his boxer shorts, hand inside them, gripping his semi hard, thick shaft, I grabbed the vodka and sipped from it, after I teased him and started telling him to take his shot, he took the bottle and took a big drink, gulping it down he laughed, and dribbled some out, it started running down his body I took a chance and grabbed his waist, sliding my tongue up his body, making sure to hit his nipple and follow up to his neck, then face and stopping close to his lips, I laughed and thanked him for sharing. He knew I had a soft spot for rough play and being spat on. We carried on drinking but quickly ran out, we decided that was enough and brushed our teeth, he wanted to piss at the same time as me brushing my teeth, I couldn’t dream of stopping him. He saw me staring through the mirror at his cock, the stream coming from it was heavy, once he slowed pushing out the last dribbles he shook his cock splashing my leg with some, and laughed a really goofy laugh, reminding me of when we used to get drunk in our teens. I slapped his ass cheek and he slapped my bare ass with his cock, splattering some more piss on my cheek, then he winked and put his cock away, before brushing his teeth with me. We got in to bed, the room lit by the lamp next to my bed and was talking, I began reminiscing about our teen years, still slightly hoping I’d get a chance at tasting him again, but unsure if I would, I started talking about the stories he told, the naughty things he had done, and how sexy it was the amount of times he had fucked someone in a public place, thinking of the times he had told me stories that aways got him hard, so he’d use my mouth back then, he was clearly enjoying the chat as I noticed his hand slide down in to his covers and a lump appear in his crotch where his hand must have taken ahold of his cock. He asked if I remembered a girl that he had fucked at a party we both went to, how he had cheated on his girlfriend at the time with her and got caught pounding her against the wall in the garage, how he had managed to work it in to her ass and he’d always wanted to fuck anal and how tight it felt, he started telling me how she moaned so loud when he managed to force his thick cock passed her tight hole and just as she was enjoying it as much as him it was all over when his girl walked in the garage, so didn’t get to finish, how we had to leave the party because her brothers were going to come kick his ass, how we had to get back to mine so he wouldn’t have to go to his place that night and how I always made sure he showered and we slept naked. Then how I went down on him and finished him off in minutes. He started to smile and laughed a little at how I always made sure his toes curled and I’d been the only person back then to take every inch of his cock. He pulled the covers back, pulled his cock out and continued to masturbate, his hand sliding up and down, before I could offer to help his load shot out, I counted seven shots before it started dribbling down his shaft, he laughed and told me that would help for now but he needed to fuck soon or he’d go crazy. He got up to clean himself off but stopped in front of me, called me a perv and wiped his cum covered finger across my lips laughing as he went to the bathroom, I quickly swiped at the cum on my lips remembering how good it tastes and hoped I’d get it from the source soon. 

The next day we woke up as normal, hungover, and both with morning wood, him unashamed waving it around as he shadow boxed his way over to the water and pain killers, and told me to get my ass up for the day. We spent the rest of the week together, me making sure he didn’t get to play with his dick, as usual, and I spent the day dreaming of wrapping my lips around his uncut cock head & hoping I could still deep throat him like I used to until we got to our last full day and night on our holiday. We decided we would go out earlier that night, make the most of It and visit more clubs and hopefully both get lucky. We got dressed, playing around as usual and headed out for the night. We bumped in to some other group of lads, all clearly out to get as much pussy as possible as they had told us both many a time, they started telling us how they’d all had the same girl the previous night and were hoping to find another girl as eager tonight, one of them asked if I was gay, I didn’t hide it and asked why he wanted to know, his friend laughed and told us how ‘every hole was a goal’ and everyone likes a good blowjob, as we drank more, I noticed my friend talking and dancing with a girl, the drunk jealous side came out so I wanted to get a hook up as quick as possible, I made sure to try it on with all the lads, flirting, joking and even grabbing a few crotches as they cheered each other on, they were all clearly straight though and I gave up, I noticed he had started getting closer and saw his hand across her body leading in to her very short skirt, as they kissed and he stood closely behind her, her hand clearly tracing the outline of my desire. He smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up, and I smiled and signed I was going back to the hotel. 

I checked the time and realised It’s late, we’ve both been drinking for a few hours and if I had drank more it would definitely hurt in the morning. I returned to the room and stripped completely naked, I climb in to bed and remembered the week, slightly annoyed I’d spent all week chasing my straight best friend, hoping we would re live our youth and I’d get one more taste of him, I started to get horny remembering how close I’d got to him using me and decided to play with my hole, I grabbed my lube and bullet from my case, and began to tease my tight hole, I used extra lube and wanted to make sure I was Atleast fulfilled once this holiday. I came pretty quick with the images of his cock, how his big hand didn’t even cover half of it, how I’d actually taken every inch in to my throat in the past, and remembering him wipe his cum covered finger over my lips sent me over the edge, I cleaned up and got back in to bed, not bothering to clean my lube covered hole, and I was out cold pretty fast, still naked in bed.

My straight best Friend was still out, he was getting lucky but as quickly as he had touched the girl, she orgasmed and left pretty quick, the girl he just fingered left his fingers covered in her juice and she decided to go, leaving him in the club, late at night cock swollen & balls blue. Frustrated and knowing it’s too late to try it on with another girl when he took a quick look around and saw how empty the club was, he decided to leave and start stumbling back to the room. As he got to the hotel he must have remembered I left a while ago so he pushed open the door and managed to be silent, when he got in he would have done his usual stripping drunken routine, go straight to the bathroom to piss, stripping on the way, throwing clothes in his path, making a mess and pissing all over the toilet seat as I found in the morning, then making his way to the bed. 

As he walked in to the room, completely naked, dick still kind of swollen and balls aching for release he later told me how he stood and debated jerking off before going to sleep, but when he stumbled in to the room he noticed me, laid naked, ass in the air, hole slightly glistening from being wet from lube and he said how his mouth watered at how he knew he was my alpha, he said how he grabbed his dick as it started to harden completely and started to jerk off, he was getting frustrated and knew he wanted more, he used his hand to slide across my ass cheek, and squeezed harder. He spat in his hand and used the spit to spread it over his length, he moaned and swiped his wet thumb over my glistening tight hole, and watched it wink at him. 

He told me how his dick throbbed, and the veins were so prominent, he moaned and couldn’t take it any longer so he spat on my hole and slightly dipped one of his fingers in to me, circling and spreading me open, before he leaned forward face first in to the hole and used his tongue to make the hole wet, and loose, He managed to work his tongue in making sure it was completely wet, soaking it, forcing his finger in to me, his cock was aching to feel some tightness after all this week, his mind was completely taken over, so grabbing it in his hand and spitting on it, he rubbed it slowly around my hole, then the head across it, he told me how he had been wanting to fuck me when we were younger, the hole was getting more inviting, his cock aching, with one more swipe across it and seeing it winking back, the wetness takes over and with one last push it forces its way in, getting impatient and finding he can’t take the temptation anymore, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake me up to find him inside me, using my hole, being raped but his cock was thick, and he can’t control it any more so he grabbed my hips to hold me in place and forced it all the way in completely, his pubic bone hitting my cheeks, I have never had a cock so big and thick so as it stretches me completely open I start to moan and wake, I’m wriggling around and he started getting frustrated, struggling to stop and hold back, cos all week he’s wanted to fuck so he threw himself on top of me, wrapping his hand around my face covering my mouth, and his thick arm around my waist keeping my writhing body still as he forced his cock back in as deep as it goes. 

Knowing he was all the way inside me now, I’m waking and moaning, but it’s muffled sounds because my mouth is covered, I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt him slide his tongue from my neck to my ear and whisper in how he knew it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted, how he was going to use me as a hole to get off in to, he’s going to leave my tight hole gaping and filled with cum, how wearing sexy underwear gets a fuck toy treated. He told me how he should have been using me all the fucking holiday, realising what’s going on, feeling stretched and extremely horny I start to moan, as he started to pull his thick, long cock back, just as the head of his cock is about to leave my hole he holds it for a second, I feel his head and shaft start to throb, and he decided to slam back in deep. I’m panting, crying and struggling to take it all, but it’s what I’ve always wanted, he moves his hand from my mouth and let’s me catch my breath, panting he laughs and pushes in all the way, I start to feel the pain of a stretched aching hole loosening up, and turning to pleasure, my prostate clearly enjoying it and notice how hard I am, I feel it throb and vibrate like I’m about to tip over the edge. He withdraws again and I feel his length forcing it’s way deeper than anything has been before, getting faster and faster each time. I’m starting to feel pure ecstasy and i feel my hole completely relax, he pushes my head in to the pillow, and comes back up on to his knees pulling my ass up in the air, he lifts a leg up to stabilise his assault, and starts fucking hard, pounding me, stretching me further and All I can do is moan in pleasure, I grab his hand and tell him to choke me, I beg for him to spit on me, and open my mouth, waiting, he leans forward, spits and laughs, calls me his little whore as my hole starts to clench, i beg for him to fill me with his cum, he tells me how good it feels and how he just can’t take it, he’s getting close, he pulls back and his thick cock pulls out, slapping in to his abs, he grabs me, holds my waist and slams it back in, deep, as deep as his cock can go, I feel it buried inside me, against my stomach, he starts to throb, then moan, his toes curl tightly, then start to clench in quick motions, he pulls back one more time and it sends him completely over the edge, he forces it in one last time and his thick cock throbs inside me, he moans in a hushed voice straining against his orgasm how he’s feeling the tightest clenching he ever felt around his  cock, he spurts out a hot thick wad of cum in me, holds it in deep, slowly sliding back as the second, third and fourth load is filling me up, he manages to pull back all the way, a shot hits my ass as he grabs me and turns me around, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue I catch another shot before you grab my chin and pull me in to your cock so you can feed me the rest, I’m licking up the last few drops of cum as he rolls to the side, turns over and collapses on to his back, he laughs and tells me “that was the only time”.

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Prologue

Firm and bulging muscles packed into his tight white super suit; the tall 21-years old superhero made his usual routines at the local hospital at STEM. Some nurses crowded around the ward’s entrance to catch a glimpse of the handsome yet boyish-looking hero.

Standing at 5 ft 9, Hoshi So proudly served his nation as Asterion, the mighty healing hero. A Mystic blessed with the Blessing of the Black Bull, Asterion could use his red healing aura to boost one’s recovery.

Despite being a healer, his bull-like physique was one to marvel at. White full-body spandex with yellow and red highlights wrapped his muscular body. Upon his gigantic slabs of pectoral muscles was a bright red glowing symbol “A”, a level indication of his healing powers.

The young hero had powerful round shoulders with arms ripped with countless veins that could be seen from under his tight suit. His torso was beautifully sculptured with a set of cobblestone eight-packs, all tapered down to the perfect V-shaped body.

A kind man at heart, Hoshi often spent his time at the local hospitals and infirmaries to serve his people with his blessing. Even those that were said to be terminally ill had recovered from the hero’s miraculous powers.

* * *

“Asterion, thank you for visiting us again,” said Sheryl, one of the senior nurses. “You’re always coming by and making everyone feel better. Such a big heart you have, just like your brother.”

The handsome hero blushed at the beautiful lady and flashed his gorgeous smile, “Of course, Sheryl. Tsuki would do the same if he were still around. I’m simply carrying out my brother’s duty.

“You might say that, but we all know you are a genuine soul. Thank you, Hoshi,” smiled Sheryl warmly as she grabbed Asterion’s white-gloved hands.

Asterion blushed even more as the hunk tried to hide his sheepish smile. Maybe he will ask Sheryl out this weekend. If only he weren’t this nervous around her.

As the young superhero moved to another patient, Asterion could not help but think about his older brother, Tsuki.

Tsuki So was the former head of the Clan of So and the previous user of the Blessing of the Black Bull. He was beloved by all his clan members and the nation’s people.

It had been a year since his brother’s passing. The superhero was on a mission into the Dark Forest with two other powerful Mystics. Due to an unknown mishap, the mission failed, and only Tsuki’s body was retrieved. One of his teammate’s blades was found stabbed into his chest, piercing his heart—the one place where his healing aura could not recover.

Superpowers worked differently in the Mystic Forest. Blessings from the Sacred Tree of Eternal Mist grant an individual from each clan, whether human or beast man, a superpower in the form of a Blessing. The chosen ones were known as “Mystics” and often took on their clans’ helm. When a Mystics meets his demise, his Blessing would be passed to another clan member. That was how Hoshi got his powers and became Asterion.

But… the other two clans did not receive their blessings from the alleged perished Mystics.

Did Tsuki’s teammates betray him and flee the Mystic Forest? Were they still alive? How did my honorable brother truly die?

Asterion gritted his jaw as he moved on to the next patient.

No one told him what went down in that mission.

Perhaps he should get the answers himself…

Part 1 

Thick, powerful roots threaded the earth. A vast and never-ending bark stretched into the skies. High above the clouds and mist were countless emerald sparkling leaves. A network of vines hung from a gigantic tree in the cool forest air.

The STEM Mystics Headquarters was nested at the base of the legendary world tree known as the Sacred Tree of Eternal Mist, or STEM. Surrounding were countless giant trees and homes of the clans of many men and beastmen.

In one of the headquarters’ rooms, two Mystic heroes were having a heated conversation.

“Asterion, stop this! The search has already ended. They have found your brother. There’s nothing else,” said his team member.

“Tsk,” Hoshi frowned. He was not satisfied with the lack of answers. His brother was found with a stab in his heart from a blade of his own team member.

“Look, I’m asking you because I want to visit the Abysmal Forest. I thought you would understand and support me.”

His team member replied, “Asterion, the Abysmal Forest is just too dangerous! You know it is out of STEM’s protection. Demons of the unknowns lurked there. Do you know how many Mystics got sent in without returning? Heavens know what happened to them.”

“Forget it. Forget I asked you,” Asterion grunted as he took his leave.

It had been a year, and I had been training for this. I can do this alone.

“Promise that you’re not doing anything foolish. Asterion? Asterion? Do you hear me? Don’t do anything stupid!” shouted his team member in a futile attempt to stop the young Mystic.

With my healing powers, what could possibly happen?

Part 2

Leaving the protective mist of STEM always felt strange to Asterion. He had lived to protect his clan and nation from the evils outside of STEM. The mist had always made him feel comfortable and homey, but today, the hero had something he needed to do outside of that.

Standing at the edge, he started at the dark forest before him. This unknown forest sat on the fringe of STEM’s misty protection and was full of dangerous creatures. Occasionally, a beastly call echoed across the foliage, and deathly birds flocked into the skies.

Abysmal Forest.

That was the name the Mystics called this forest. So terrible, dark, and deep that once lost in it, one could no longer get out of it. Occasionally, demons from this forest will enter STEM and threaten their safety.

*Rustle*

A creature stumbled out of a bush. Black, small, and slightly deformed. A large round head with no eyes but a wide mouth and tiny legs. It leaped toward Asterion furiously, but the superhero easily fended it with a swipe.

“Time to learn more about this forest and what happened to Tsuki,” muttered Asterion as he trekked the path into the unknown. The one that his brother took for the mission.

His journey through the Abysmal Forest was not an easy one. The deeper Asterion went, the more powerful the monsters were. From brute force creatures to fire-breathing monsters, the demons in this forest could easily tear down a full-grown lion, gorilla, or any inexperienced Mystics. Each beast seemed to be a variant of the first black creature Asterion saw.

Slaughtering the monsters with just his mighty fists, Asterion wrapped himself in his powerful red healing aura to keep his energy and stamina up. He could not allow himself to be defeated before he learned the truth that he sought.

But very soon, it was nightfall in the Abysmal Forest. The moon was hidden by the thick, murky clouds and the dense cover of the forest.

Unable to navigate further in the darkness, Asterion found a cave to settle in. The menacing cavern seemed to be the only hospitable place in this dreadful forest. As the young Mystic set up camp for the night, a pricking feeling spread across his skin.

The air turned icy cold, and a sinister vibe seemed to emit from deep within the dark cave. In the dead silence of the night, Asterion could have sworn he had heard some grunting sounds.

Curious, the hero entered deeper into the cave. His auric powers dimly lit the way before him in a ball of red light as he trekked through the wet and moist tunnel. The cave walls seemed to be covered in some slime.

Then Asterion paused in his tracks. Something was moving on the ground in front of him. Something long and black. 

A snake? No… it looks like a tentacle!

Quickly tracing the source of the tentacle, Asterion stood motionless at the ghastly sight. A giant black blob of tentacles was resting before him, pulsing and moving like a living thing. It was the size of a small house, filling the entire tunnel from wall to wall.

“Hello… young man.”

Asterion stared at the giant blob with surprise. This… this monster spoke? No, it was some sort of telepathic thoughts. He took a step back.

Monsters in the Abysmal Forest were dangerous, but monsters with intelligence enough to communicate? They are far more dangerous than any others.

“That white suit of yours and that red aura. They all look familiar.”

“What are you?” shouted Asterion as he cautiously watched the countless black tentacles flailing around in the air.

“I wonder if you can help?”

“Help?” Asterion replied as he looked around the dark cave. He could not see anything beyond this grotesque, monstrous blob.

“Yes, young man. My younglings are weak and helpless in the mist outside. They could barely survive leaving this forest.” 

“What do you mean they are weak?”

The hero frowned. Those monsters out there were powerful and were nothing he had encountered before. This massive blob was their mother? The source of those strange monsters?

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Asterion saw something that made his blood chill instantly.

A torn white glove with yellow highlights rested on one of the cavern’s rocks. It was the same as his, exactly like his departed brother’s.

Shocked at what he saw, Asterion whispered, “Tsuki?”

“Tsuki…?”

A short moment of silence stilled between Asterion and the monster.

*Swoosh!*

One of the black tentacles struck, but Asterion ducked out its way swiftly.

“You… Are you related to that man? Oh, yes. Yes now! That suit and red aura.”

Suddenly, the blob of black tentacles started to attack Asterion. A powerful slam to the ground and a swipe toward the superhero. But Asterion skilfully avoided the strikes. 

Monsters! They always just attack without warning — such beastly things.

Asterion grabbed onto one of the tentacles. With his mighty strength and a roar, he tore one of the tentacles apart, causing the monster to let out a shrill.

“Argh! You…”

Taking the chance that the monster was flinching in pain, the superhero threw a mighty fist into the black blob. Raining powerful punches after another, Asterion was pummelling this unknown monster until it would not be a threat.

Did this monster have something to do with Tsuki’s death?

“Monster! What do you know of my brother? If you are the one who took his life, I will make sure you pay with yours!” yelled Asterion as he prepared for battle.

In the heat of his emotions, Asterion failed to notice the torn-off tentacle as it crawled behind the superhero. In a flash, the tentacle struck him from behind and latched onto both his balls, wrapping itself through the hero’s white costume.

“Argh!!” Hoshi cried out in pain. As Mystic tried to get rid of the molesting tentacle, he was too late when another tentacle swirled around his chiseled abs.

Two other tentacles had grabbed his ankles and lifted the muscular superhero into the air, dangling him upside down.

“You’re… How? Let go of me!” roared Asterion as he wriggled to get free. His black hair swayed around as his muscular arms reached around to grab onto a passing tentacle.

“How do you know my brother? What did you do to him?”

“Savage young man. How negligent of you not to watch your back. So, unlike your brother.”

Damn it! Why can’t I stop this monster?!

One of the tentacles started to touch Asterion’s white spandex-clad body all over. Starting at his handsome boyish face, it slithered down to his round shoulders and firm pecs. Asterion gulped before letting out another struggling roar as the tentacles began to explore other parts of his hot superhero body.

Part 2

“You… Bastard! Let me go!”

Four powerful black tentacles held Asterion in place – two on his ankles and two on his wrists. The monster hoisted Hoshi tightly up into the air. The young Mystic tried to free himself from its grips, but it was useless. Each tentacle had the strength of at least ten men.

“Ugh! Let go!!” Asterion squirmed as he tugged against the powerful appendages. Both his powerful arms and legs were held tightly. This monster was too strong for Asterion to fight against alone.

Argh! Why didn’t I come with someone?

As the superhero regretted his reckless decision, he felt something probed from behind. A fifth tentacle latched onto the part of his pristine white suit covering his most private part and tore it open.

“NOOOO!” Asterion cried out when he felt the cold cavern air from his bare bottom. “This cannot be happening! Get away from me!”

The muscled hero swung around wildly and screamed, “Release your filthy tentacles from me! Ugh! Don’t touch me!”

“Foolish man. Do anything stupid, and I will make you cry and scream unsightly.”

Asterion pulled and tugged with the remaining of all his strength. His powerful arms strained against the tentacles as he used his strength to overpower the mass of tentacles. As sweat poured from his handsome face, veins popped out from his large biceps.

“Powerful and strong man. That delicious red aura of yours. Just what I need.”

“Grrr,” Asterion growled as he slowly felt a tentacle coiling around his thick neck before biting into the back of his neck, sending a piercing sharp down his spine. “Aaargh! What have you done?”

Immediately after, Asterion felt all his strength desert his body. The bright red symbol on his chest instantly dimmed and flickered weakly. It was as though the tentacle at the back of his neck had suppressed his Blessings of the Black Bull.

“So… weak,” the super hunk said as his deep voice slowly dwindled. His eyes stared at the monster, and he asked, “W-what have you done to my powers?”

“Preparations are in process, strong young man.”

Asterion stared weakly as one of the monster’s tentacles morphed into a huge black dildo shape. Slowly it moved down to the protesting hero, searching from the Mystic’s virgin hole.

“No… N-not in my ass,” stuttered Asterion shakily as the dildo probed at his hole.

Holding the hero tight and spreadeagle in mid-air, the monster shoved its tentacle into the superhero’s tight asshole. Asterion released a pained scream as he had never had anything in his rear end. The thick tentacle continued to enter him.

“BASTARD! Argh!! It hurts!” yelled Asterion. The Mystic thought he would faint from the intense pain, but he held onto his consciousness. His body glowed in a dim red aura as the hero used his remaining powers to sustain himself from the pain.

“First, I need to make sure you are properly cleaned. Don’t want any surprises for my younglings.” 

“Cleaned?!” Asterion asked but immediately got his answer when he felt something warm gushing into his rectum. The sensation felt like water being pumped into his ass, filling up his belly. “Fuck!! What are you doing?”

As his belly continued to inflate, seeming without an end, Asterion feared that whatever this monster injected into him would come out of him orally. Quickly, his stomach grew and pushed out his magnificent eight-packs, highlighting its curves and shape onto the hero’s tight white spandex suit.

“S-stop, bastard! AUGH! Stop this!”

Then suddenly, the inflation stopped, leaving Asterion panting profusely with a fire in his stomach. His entire system was flooded with the demon’s fluid. Slowly but surely, he felt the liquid drain from his rectum back into the tentacle.

The feeling was oddly satisfying as liquid gushed out. One after another, his rock-hard abs reformed onto the hero’s belly, returning his washboard abs.

“Haah, you… monster!” Asterion let out a grunt as whatever fluid in him drained off. He could feel a stirring in his crotch as the enema liquid was sucked out from his ass.

Without warning, another stream of warm liquid started to fill up his ass again. This time, the hero felt a strange sensation, different from the first.

This… This can’t be feeling good.

Asterion bit down his lips as he tugged the tentacles holding him captive. This monstrous enema was turning him on.

As before, once his belly was filled with the liquid, the monster began to drain off from the hero’s insides. This time, Asterion moaned as the liquid left his body. It felt like he was peeing from his ass, and somehow, that felt incredibly arousing.

Fuck… What is this monster doing to me?

This time, his cock began to grow within his tight white pristine suit.

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A note from the Writer:

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