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CPT Borg shifted his thick, hairy frame towards LTC Braston – his eyes moving rapidly, nervously shifting back and forth between CPT Hallson, CPT Robb, and the commander.

“Don’t be shy, boy. You’re going to have to get closer for me to give you a helping hand,” LTC Braston stated in his deep, gravelly voice – an earnestness lacing those words in a way the three Captains had never heard from him.

“Looks like I’m not the only one getting excited around here!’ CPT Borg said with a nervous laugh while pointing at the Lieutenant Colonel’s noticeably firmer cock.

“What can I say – the novelty of the situation has my……interests…piqued,” LTC Braston replied without a hint of embarrassment as he playfully tugged his thick, veiny cock with a wink towards the Captains.

Growing impatient, LTC Braston reached his thick hairy arm around CPT Borg’s bare ass and pulled him the rest of the way to him, “Get closer, Captain, and relax – I’ll take care of ya.” The LTC Colonel remarked.

The other two Captains glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, somewhat surprised at the Colonel’s increased interest in this wild experiment.

A nervous calm and quiet settled over the hot tub, with only the sound of the bubbles breaking in.

CPT Borg stood directly in front of LTC Braston, the beads of water lightly reflecting in the dim tiki-torch light – his nipples hard from the cool, night air.

LTC Braston made direct eye contact with CPT Borg – his steely blue eyes locking onto the Captain’s deep honey-brown eyes – a mischievous grin working its way across his face.

“What do ya say, Aaron? Want some help?” The Colonel started, “nows, your chance to back out – no hard feelings.”

CPT Borg’s mind raced, and if he was being honest, he was a bit curious about what it’d be like for LTC Braston to wrap a hand around his cock or what it’d be like to feel the Colonel’s now rock-hard member in his own hand.

“Stand up so I can return the favor more easily, Sir,” CPT Borg exclaimed with growing confidence, “I don’t need these twisted fucks saying I was selfish,” he finished with a laugh and nodded towards the other two captains. The others laughed in kind, and a bit of the tension evaporated just like the steam rising from the now sexually-charged hot tube.

LTC’s short, muscular frame slowly rose from the water – the three Captains taking the opportunity to more fully appreciate the Colonel’s now very visible cock and rock-hard body.

“All right, Captain Confidence,” LTC Braston started sarcastically,”shall we?”

CPT Borg reached across the short divide separating their two bodies and wrapped his hand around the Colonel’s cock, the warmth of it catching CPT Borg by surprise.

LTC Braston compacted, muscular arm extended out as his thick digits wrapped around CPT Borg’s now semi-flaccid cock.

“Looks like I have some work to do here, CPT!” The Colonel stated as he slowly began to stroke the CPT’s cock with a firm grip, stopping every other pull to use his index finger to slowly swirl that magic spot on the bottom of the CPT’s dick.

The CPT’s body tensed as the pleasure coursed through his body.

“Damn, Sir, that feels good,” CPT Borg replied as he focused his strokes at the top of the LTC’s cock – mirroring the aspects he enjoyed while he stroked his own cock.

“You’re doing a great job there yourself, Aaron!” The LTC stated excitedly.

* * * *

CPT Hallson and CPT Robb watched intently from their side of the hot tub. CPT Robb’s rock-hard cock pulsated at the picture in front of him – two masculine officers stroking each other’s cocks had played across his sexual imagination more than once.

CPT Hallson glanced over and saw CPT Robb’s cock poking out of the water.

“You seem….excited,” CPT Hallson intoned quietly to CPT Robb.

“Can’t say this scenario hasn’t crossed my mind,” CPT Robb whispered – not wanting to distract the two men stroking each other passionately.

“How about you – this doing anything for ya?” CPT Robb replied, not unaware of how awkward this could be for his seemingly heterosexual colleague.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I’m not uncomfortable but how many chances like this will come along?” CPT Hallson started, “Can I…..uh…..touch yours?” He finished sheepishly.

CPT Robb slid closer, “If that’s what you want, buddy.” CPT Robb replied with a disarming smile, “and if you’re comfortable, I’m happy to return the favor – I do have plenty of experience here with my own cock and others – ya know, with being gay and all.” CPT Robb finished with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’d like that, man. I trust you, and at least this experience is with people I’m comfortable with,” CPT Tom Hallson remarked as he reached his hand over and grazed CPT Zack Robb’s dick.

CPT Robb returned the favor, gently brushing CPT Hallson’s cock with his fingers. CPT Robb went slowly, not wanting to overwhelm his curious friend by grabbing and tugging away aggressively.

“This is going to sound ridiculous but have you ever….you know…thought about me?” CPT Hallson inquired sheepishly.

“Thought about you?” CPT Robb replied – a confused look spreading across his face.

“You know….like thought about me….sexually.” CPT Hallson stated – his face blushing.

“Ohhh, you mean fantasized about you!” CPT Robb replied with a chuckle, “why do you ask -would that make this more weird or less weird for you?”

“Less weird – I guess – if I thought you were attracted to me. I know that sounds strange.” CPT Hallson replied.

“Well, for the record, I’ve always found you attractive, but out of respect for you and your preferences and our friendship, I haven’t put too much thought into it.” CPT Robb said, “doing otherwise would have been precarious for me.”

CPT Hallson’s cock had grown hard from CPT Robb’s diligent attention, and the two stroked each other in silent contemplation for a minute.”

“This feels good, man!” CPT Hallson remarked.

“Totally, agree – for the record – you’re good at this, and I’d say I have some expertise in this area,” CPT Robb responded kindly. “Plenty of personal practice over the years figured you’d enjoy some of the same things I do personally.”

CPT Hallson moaned by way of response – reaching his other hand out to cup Zack’s balls, squeezing them firmly in his hand.

* * * *

“Do you like your nipples pinched?” LTC Braston asked CPT Borg as he stroked him.

“Not sure – never really had it done to me or have done it myself.” He responded.

The Colonel reached over and lightly pinched his nipple as he said, “Really? You’ve been missing out, man.”

Electric pulses of pleasure rocketed through CPT Borg’s body as LTC Braston rotated, pinching his two nipples, sometimes gently and quickly and other times more hard pinches with longer durations.

A light moan loosened itself from Aaron’s throat.

“Ahhh, I can see you realize how good those nipples can make you feel.” LTC Braston observed.

“You’ve got me close, Sir.” CPT Borg replied almost frantically.

“Well, shit, there’s no better time than the present – let’s ride this wave and make you cum, boy!” LTC Braston announced huskily.

LTC Braston swatted the CPT’s hand away from his cock, “Let’s focus on you, stud,” LTC Braston vocalized.

The Colonel stepped in closer, grabbing the CPT’s cock more firmly and stroking it harder. Shawn Braston saw how well the CPT responded to having his nipples played with, and he had a hunch for what would send Aaron over the edge.

LTC Braston leaned in and placed the Captain’s nipple in his mouth – sucking gently, allowing his tongue to swirl over it and play with it. The Captain’s body responded almost immediately, tightening with pleasure. The Colonel softly nipped at it in between gentle sucking.

“Holy shit, Sir, you’re going to make me blow if you keep doing that.” Aaron insisted.

Taking that as encouragement, the LTC intensified his actions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is going to be it.” CPT Borg professed his voice raising.

“Blow that load, stud. Come on, son!’ The Colonel encouraged.

“Here……..it……..is!!!!!” CPT Borg roared, the first round of cum erupting over the Colonel’s hand and arm.

CPT Borg’s hips bucked, and more loads coated the Colonel’s abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit!” CPT Borg panted as his balls emptied – panting from all the excitement.

“Quite the load! You’re a real shooter.” LTC stated as he marveled at the cum coating his arm, forearm, and abdomen.

“Sorry about the mess, Sir.” CPT Borg uttered, somewhat embarrassed.

“You know what all this cum is good for, though?” The Colonel stated rhetorically, “lubing up my cock and working a load or two out of it.”

Not missing a beat, CPT Borg scooped a load onto his hand and began furiously stroking the Colonel – his desire to return the Colonel’s level of pleasure burning in him intensely.

“Yeah, stud, that’s hit. Work your boss’s cock.” LTC Braston asserted. “Grab those balls, man.”

CPT Borg grabbed, tugged, and massaged the Colonel’s balls. The Colonel’s body responded with intensity. In reaching for his balls, CPT Borg accidentally brushed the Colonel’s tight hole – his body tensing with pleasure.

CPT Borg’s excitement grew at how powerful the Colonel’s response was to the accidental brush, and he explored it more deliberately. The Colonel gyrated and responded like a wolf in heat.

LTC Braston leaned in so only the CPT could hear him, “Keep doing that, and you’ll get a load, unlike anything you’ve ever seen.” He whispered into the CPT’s ear – his words dripping with sexual intensity.

Intrigued, the CPT lubed his fingers with some of his expended cum and slowly inched his way toward the Colonel’s tight ass.

Looking the Colonel straight in his eyes, CPT Borg slid his pinky finger into the Colonel’s ass.

Almost instantaneously, the Colonel bucked his hips and exploded a load so powerful it hit CPT Borg in the face – four more loads coated his upper chest and abdomen, and the Colonel’s body shook with pleasure tremors.

“That…..was….incredible!” The Colonel boomed, “holy fuck did I need that – been so long.”

The two stared at each other intensely, “Top block material, Captain,” The lieutenant colonel stated, “Let’s see what these other two yahoo’s are getting into.” Then, expended and euphoric, the CPT Borg and LTC Braston turned towards CPT Robb and CPT Hallson.

—-To Be Continued —

It was a warm, late summer evening when Robbie was walking hurriedly through the shopping mall to the toilets. Clenching as he walked, the pressure on his hole was almost unbearable as he held back the urge to shit. The hunky 23 year old wasn’t simply going to relieve himself however.

After several days of mailing back and forth online with a guy he knew only as D, a very kinky and filthy meet had been arranged. A guy with several fetishes and fantasies, Robbie was very eager to explore his darker side. On this occasion, he was meeting D in a public toilet which was about to close. He knew little of what was about to happen save for the very simple and specific instructions: turn up needing a shit, enter the first stall and stand facing the toilet with his hands behind his back.

There were still shoppers in the mall but very few, and none noticed the red-face hunk sweating as he held back the three-day load, small farts breaking out as he walked. Their noses would likely be offended if they got too close.

Soon he entered the toilets, it was 5.40pm and they were due to close at 6. No-one else was around, though he noticed the second stall was occupied. Taking a deep, nervous breath; he peeked inside the first stall, checking it was empty, then walked inside. As he stood facing the commode, he couldn’t help letting out a loud, rumbling fart. This was one serious dump he was cooking and it was almost time to serve. He noticed the occupant of the second stall shuffle, stand and open the door. Stepping out, a husky voice called out “Robbie?” “Mmmhmmm…” Robbie mumbled. He nervously rubbed his hands on his Levi’s as he wondered how far this was going to go. They had discussed several scenarios, and he had left it up to D to carry out what he preferred. So it was with no shortage of trepidation when he stood, still staring straight ahead, as D walked inside the stall and locked the door. His hands were grabbed by D and pulled behind him, secured with a zip-tie. His ankles were pushed together and similarly zip-tied together. Then a thick, leather blindfold was fastened around his eyes. He stood trembling as he was bound and blindfolded in this public toilet, moments away from losing his battle with his bowels.

D caressed Robbie’s hair, ran his hand down Robbie’s side to his ass and cupped one of his denim-clad cheeks, while the other hand groped Robbie’s stomach. Robbie groaned as he farted again at the touch to his abdomen. “Oh god….” he whispered. D leaned in and Robbie could feel his hot breath on his ear. “You’re not leaving until you shit your pants for me.” Robbie could hardly object, the load was almost touching cloth as it was. His hands twisted against their bindings as he stood, being touched up and groped by D. Hands exploring his muscled body, particularly his well-formed butt. Suddenly the pressure was too much to bear and the turd rushed out, crackling as it piled into his boxers and jeans. It was solid, pungent and heavy, and D simply nuzzled against Robbie’s neck as he continued pushing the thick log out, groaning as it curled against the denim and bulged down, partly into the leg seam and partly tickling against his balls as the load sought space. D’s hand gently cupped the pile of crap in his jeans as he strained to finish it. The firm log curled and piled up, filling any available space and slithering against Robbie’s skin, adding to the sensations he was feeling.

A few minutes later, which seemed much longer to Robbie, it was over. He stood panting with the exertion of dumping in his jeans, satisfied to get the monster shit out. D was breathing heavily with lust as he bent down and pressed his face into the bulging denim. Robbie was aroused, ashamed and a little nervous as to what would happen next. While he barely noticed the feeling of the shit squishing against his ass, the pressure of a face pressed into it causing a lot of strange sensations, he realised he had been too much into the scenario to think of the consequences, and as he suddenly pondered how long he would have to clean up before closing time, D suddenly unbuttoned Robbie’s jeans and pulled them down. The giant load had been supported by the limited space provided by the seat of his jeans but once they dropped the load sagged a little and partly peeled from the skin of his ass. D then cupped the load under his boxers and began pulling them down. He then felt himself being dragged a little away from the toilet and turned to face the toilet door, then heard the sound of D’s own jeans being unbuttoned and pulled down. Not long after, a soft ‘pffft’ and crackling could be heard and he realised D was taking a shit of his own. It took a belated moment to realise that instead of hitting water, D’s turd was not in fact falling into the toilet. Instead he felt his boxers sagging further down as the weight of his underwear increased…. D was shitting into Robbie’s pants on top of his own load! Robbie hadn’t expected this and wasn’t sure how to react, he gasped as a substantial load was added to his own. D groaned in sheer pleasure, enjoying the look on Robbie’s face. Not even wiping, D stood and pulled up his jeans, then slowly cupped the giant pile in Robbie’s pants as he guided them back up, careful to keep it all in place. The boxers sagged obscenely as he quickly pulled up Robbie’s jeans and buttoned them back up, enjoying the very large and noticeable lumps appearing on both sides of the denim seam. “That’s another guy’s shit pressed against your ass,” D whispered in his ear.

Time was ticking. The toilets were surely about to be locked. Robbie grew nervous now, he was tied up and in a rather embarrassing state. His mouth dry, he rasped “please untie me now.” D simply patted his shit filled jeans as Robbie squirmed against his bonds. “Almost done.” Robbie heard the clinking of a chain being pulled out of D’s coat pocket, it was quickly put through the belt loops of Robbie’s jeans, pulled very tight and the click of a padlock could be heard. Robbie gasped anew as he realised the situation. D embraced him, and while cupping the massive load anew he leaned into Robbie’s ear again. “You’ll not be able to take off your jeans now, until I unlock them. I expect you here at the same time tomorrow, 24 hours from now. If you don’t turn up at the same time and place, the padlock key gets flushed away.”

Several emotions ran through Robbie’s mind as a voice called out “Anyone in here?” “One minute, almost done.” D called out in reply as he cut the zip ties from Robbie’s ankles. The door was unlocked, and just as Robbie panicked at the thought of being left with his hands tied, the zip tie was cut from his wrists. With that, D’s footsteps could be heard quickly receding as he hurried out.

Robbie slowly removed the blindfold. He stood and slowly pondered his situation, aroused and yet utterly debased as he realised he would have to leave here with his jeans packed with poop. He pushed and pushed against the chain around his jeans, but it was pulled too tight over his pelvis to have any give. He was mortified, he would have to walk out through the mall like this. The shirt he was wearing would cover the chain and padlock, but not the seat of his jeans. His hand reached behind and gingerly touched the pile bulging inside his pants. His load alone was some size, D’s added to it made it monstrous. It was solid but because the jeans were snug it was squishing up his crack, the end of one log had pushed right along his ballsack to the base of his dick. He slowly crouched a little, hoping the pressure would lessen the size of the bulge but it just caused the sensation of shit squishing everywhere and he quickly stood back up.

The janitor was waiting impatiently at the door as Robbie sheepishly walked out, trying his best not to waddle. He didn’t wait around to see if the janitor noticed anything, hurrying along the corridor to the mall. Luckily, he seemed to be the only one there so he tried his best to walk normally as he hurried out, feeling the turds squashing against his skin with each movement. Many thoughts ran through his head as he left, chiefly how he was going to get through the next 24 hours like this.

Around 30 minutes later, having been noticed twice by strangers, a thoroughly ashamed yet extremely horny Robbie arrived home. He flopped back onto his bed and after discovering he couldn’t even unbutton the fly of his jeans due to the chain and padlock, he groped the front of his jeans trying to cum inside them, feeling the shitload squishing as he turned over and humped his denim-clad erection against his bed. It didn’t take long for him to explode in his jeans, the front of his boxers turning sticky with hot, thick cum.

Exhausted, he lay back and drifted off, the shit still warm in the back of his jeans. It hadn’t even crossed his mind what D would have in store for him tomorrow.

To be continued….

Since I moved back home, o have tried to reconnect to some of my immediate family members. My brother, who’s married and has a daughter, invited me one day to spend the weekend with his family. They lived in an area of the city about one hour driving from my place and I accepted the invite. He also invited some of our common friends and everything was going fine until I decided to explore his neighborhood in search of a bar I could explore by myself. I found one and had a couple of beers there, nothing special.  

The bar was close to a bus stop and somehow, as a bus going downtown stopped, I decided to get in and go back home. An hour later, I was back to my neighborhood and heard this loud music coming from a local square: it was a rave. The place was packed with street vendors and people talking, smoking, dancing, etc. 

A while ago I posted a story about a hustler with amazing feet, Leo, who robbed me a couple of times. Guess what? He was at the street party and came straight to me to greet me. After some small talk and finding out that he had no chance of going home with me that night, surprisingly he introduced me to a fiend of his, Oliver. He left us saying that he was a treat for all his misbehavior. From the very beginning, it was clear that Leo had told Oliver about my sexual preferences; though he was a gentleman enough to throw himself at me, he kept repeating the same story: how beautiful his feet were and how much he appreciated having them played with. Duh!!!

The fact was, I did not care; that boy was going to be mine that night, no matter if by his doing or mine.So, I decided to let him talk. I found out that Oliver was 24, single and that still lived with his parents. He worked at a Wendy’s restaurant, he totally hated the place, but his girlfriend also worked there. He considered himself a straight guy who would go in different directions if the situation presented itself, especially if worshipping his feet was involved. Yes, right! We had a couple of beers, talked some more about his life and mine, and he laid on the table his intention to spend the night with me, in case I was willing to spare 30 bucks. 

You know, as most boys hustling the streets, Oliver was looking for easy cash for a quick fix, even if that involved having sex with another man. I would have agreed in a 100, but 30 was totally fine. So, I had the man and the price, I just needed the place where to take him. And here I pause Oliver’s story to contextualize the venue issue.

A short while after I moved back, a friend of mine, who had a business in my neighborhood, found a studio to rent and was looking for somebody to split the rent. She did not need the place for herself, but her business partner would benefit of a couple of nights a week to sleep there, since he lived far away. I was back to my parents’ place at the time and thought it was a good opportunity to have a private place for my soirées. So, we rented and furnished the place together. Back to Oliver. 

Most of his qualities I found out after I had him naked in bed; till that time in the rave, what I could see was a young guy, very handsome, nice smile, perfect body and nice feet (according to himself). I gave him the 30 bucks to get whatever his thing was and patiently waited for his return. I mingled a little and spotted a couple of other potential targets, in case Oliver was a runway bride. But he came back as promised and asked me if I was ready to have some fun with his body. Hell, yeah! 

My first idea was to take him to the studio, after all was a Friday night and my friend’s partner was very likely home for the weekend. Big mistake! The moment I opened the flat’s door, I felt the cold air of the AC on, the high pitch snoring and the image of a naked body spread eagled on the bed. I panicked! I tried my best to leave inconspicuously but the guy woke up before I reached the door. “Who’s there?” he shouted. “Sorry, it’s me. I did not know you were here”, I replied. 

I knew the guy, but we were just acquaintances, not real friends. He said “Oh, sorry, I did not recognize you at first; I’m having some problems home and decided to stay here to avoid a couple’s argument, if you know what I mean”. Before I could respond, Oliver, who was all this time sitting on the doorstep, asked me: “Any problem out there?” My friend’s partner reacted: “who’s there with you?”. Busted! “Do not worry, just a friend. But we are leaving, go back to sleep”. Again, this man I did not know at all, naked on “my” bed, was fucking hot and I was too confused to manage the situation. 

Unexpectedly, he settled the score: “Please stay, invite your friend in, I have some beers in the fridge and can use some company”. Before I could even ponder on what to do, Oliver was already behind me and saying: “You did not mention we were having a threesome!”. That was enough. No beers, no talk. My friend’s business partner, who was already naked, showed us his huge hard dick and said: “Just come closer and get it boys!”. 

This was SO not the way I expected tho night to go, but it seemed it was going to be even better!Let me tell you about my friend’s partner; while Oliver was the classic white boy, he had a darker complexion that made him even more interesting. He was married to a woman for ten years, two kids. Hooking up with other men had crossed his mind a couple of times, though he had never acted on it; however, the sight of me and Oliver together was something else; he wanted us, badly! I gave Oliver all the credit since I am just a regular looking guy with a foot fetish.

And Mr. Stranger had a nice pair of size 9 feet, among all his other qualities. It took Oliver a couple of minutes to decide whether or not to stay; overall, he was counting on being totally worshipped by me alone; now he had this fucking hot naked dude inviting him to play with his body; this is to go from the receiving end to the giving one, and he was uncertain about that. Seeing his hesitation, I decided to take action and, before even touching naked man, I thrown Oliver on bed and started undressing him. 

I started by removing his sneakers to confirm what he had said about his “beautiful” feet. Guys, that was an understatement; Oliver’s feet were perfect, way better than Leo’s, my foul. While removing his shoes, I took some time to suck on partner’s toes, they were just lying there unattended! Partner shouted “Fuck man! Keep doing that!” He pulled Oliver closer and kissed him hornily. Oliver went with the flow, good. I removed Oliver’s other shoe and socks, and begin devouring his bare feet while Partner kissed him. 

I could see Oliver was enjoying the action as he unzipped his pants to reveal a hard 10 inches cock. Partner was big too, about the same size, so much fun I had with those big cocks.Partner was already naked, therefore removing all Oliver’s clothes was easy. I stopped the action to get naked myself and jumped into bed, just in the middle of them. We kissed each other, sucked each other for hours, really. 

Having both of their feet in my mouth at the same time was the highlight of that strange night when I escaped my brother’s reunion. But I do not regret. Oliver deserves a subsequent story since we hooked up a couple of times after that. Partner was a little afraid this encounter would complicate his relationship with my friend, so he left the company a few days after. His loss.Sorry if I do not give you guys all the dirty details about this special night, but be sure I took advantage of these two hotties bodies the way you expect me.Peace!

Jackson, my twenty year old nephew was staying with me for a month before starting a new job overseas. He enjoyed kicking a ball about in my back garden most afternoons whilst I spent a couple of hours working from home.

“Good kickabout?” I asked as he came in and flopped on the settee.

I had just finished working and was relaxing in my armchair drinking a whisky.

“Yeah! It’s pretty hot out there” he replied.

Looking across at him sitting there in ‘T’ shirt and shorts I couldn’t help but notice the leg of his shorts where his balls were clearly in view.

“Do you fancy a beer or whisky or something?” I asked but he said no.

I was getting a bit stiff by now, looking every now and then at his exposed balls.

“Do you miss your girlfriend Jackson?” I asked.

“Bet you do, bet you miss fucking her?”

He looked a little embarrassed but nodded anyway.

“Like me lad I suppose all you can do is wank” I said.

That was pretty true as my wife, his aunt, had left me over twelve months ago after finding out I’d fucked a guy.

Jackson looked  a little uncomfortable.

“Think I will have a beer” he said. “If you don’t mind?”

I could see that he was getting excited as his shorts were tightening over a large bulge.

I got him a beer and sat back down again.

“You don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me lad. If you’re getting excited then it doesn’t matter cos I’m pretty excited too”.

He gulped some beer and tried not to look directly at me.

“I’d like to see your cock lad. Will you show me it?” I asked.

He looked surprised by my request.

“But you’re my uncle” he said alarmed.

“I want to see your cock lad, nobody need know. I mean you’re already showing of your fucking balls.”.

Jackson quickly realised that his nuts had been on show but instead of hiding them he slipped his hand into his shorts and began to play with his cock.

“That’s it lad, get it nice and stiff and then show me it” I said.

His wanking hand soon had him writhing and then he just slipped his shorts down to show me his stiff dick.

Wow! It was a beautiful prick, rigid as fuck and standing to attention.

Jackson held his balls and wanked his prick some more, making my fucking mouth water,

“Here! Lad let me give you hand with that”.

Before he could protest I was sitting by his side my fist clamped around his lovely hot cock.

“This is so wrong uncle but I like it” he said.

Unable to resist his cock any longer I got down and stuffed the lovely prick into my mouth sucking it with some lust.

My tongue rolled easily around the hot knob, my saliva dribbling from my lips as I sucked on the cum loaded cock.

Jackson was sighing and moaning as I slurped and gobbled his prick and tugged on his balls. I needed his cum and was determined to get him shooting his spunk into my mouth and down my throat.

My prick munching sounds and insatiable lust for his young cock soon had the desired effect and I felt the jerk of his prick and the warm rush of sweet semen into my mouth.

Wow! He came a lot, spurt after spurt and I was swallowing and sucking his cock off with absolute relish.

Afterwards he said he felt very guilty and pulled his shorts up and left the room hastily.

That night though I was in my bed having a slow wank when he comes knocking at my door.

I asked him to come in and he entered completely naked with his stiff cock in his hand, He looked at my erect prick and said that he wanted to have some more fun with me.

His dick looked so beautiful I had to get it down my throat.

“Have you been deep throated lad?

He said he’d heard of it but had never experienced it.

I lay on my back with my head over the edge of the bed giving him a straight line from my mouth to down my throat. He slipped his cock in my mouth and slowly fed it right down my gullet.

Fuck! He was so excited his prick was like a solid poker opening up my hot throat till his pubes were pressed against my lips.

Feeling his cock jerk a little in my throat was heaven and when he leaned over me and took my dick into his sweet mouth I could have shot my load.

I grabbed his arse cheeks still holding my breath, still feeling the throb and heat of his cock in my gullet, I was so fucking exciting, the lad was a fucking dream suck.

Plenty of sixty nine action and both of us were longing to spunk our loads but I wanted to tongue his cute little arsehole. I eased his saliva drenched prick from my mouth and slipped my tongue towards his hole. His moans wee incredible as my tongue pushed into his hot arsehole and wriggled inside.

“Oh! Fuck! Uncle, what are you doing to me. That feels amazing fucking amazing” he said.

“Sit on my fucking face and let me rim that juicy arse” I said moving onto the bed and laying on my back.

Jackson crouched over my head, his hairy tight little hole coming closer to my lips. My tongue darted out and I pulled him down onto my mouth to rim him good and deep, He was wanking his cock as I tongued out his hole, my own dick standing to attention and longing for a fuck.

I paused for a moment, my thoughts racing.

“I need to fuck you lad. Do you want your uncle’s stiff hot cock in you yummy arsehole?

“Oh! Uncle I’ve never been fucked, I don’t know if I can take your big cock”.

“Only one way to find out lad” I said and I moved his body from my lips down towards my cock.

“Sit on it lad, your hole’s soaking wet with saliva so my knob should slip in easily. Try it Jackson I just have to get inside you lad”.

He lowered himself onto my rigid stalk, my helmet prising open his arse and edging inside.

“Oh! Fuck Oh! Fuck! It’s so big uncle, I don’t think I can take it” he said.

Seconds later I was grabbing his hips and forcing my prick right up his hot arsehole to wails of delight.

“It’s right in you lad, how does that feel? Your uncles hot fucking prick right up your randy tight arsehole”.

He couldn’t speak, he was moaning and groaning so much but that didn’t stop him from beginning to ride my prick from knob to pubes.

As soon as he got used to the invading cock I lay him onto his back and fucked him proper, my cock sliding in and out with a lustful force which the lad took happily.

“Oh! Uncle. It’s so good. I’ve never felt anything like it, Oh! Oooooooh! Fuck me uncle, fuck me, fuck me!”

I was shafting his hot arsehole with all my might now my aim to flood his hole with as much spunk as I could muster.

Another change of position and I was doggy fucking the moans from his throat, my hand feeling for his stiff cock as I lunged my cock deep into his arse.

My balls were twitching, my cum rising, I was close, so close.

“Fuck lad! I’m gonna shoot my fucking load into your guts” I screamed and my balls pumped out a hefty volume of sperm into his hot twitchy arse.

My orgasm was enhanced by Jackson’s own as he tossed a load of spunk into my hand, his arse muscles milking me off. I pressed my spermy palm to his mouth and told him to lick before getting a nice mouthful myself. Wow! His cum was so fucking sweet, the taste made me jerk two more shots of spunk into the lad.

Half an hour later and Jackson was kissing me, his tongue delving into my mouth ,the aftertaste of cum still lingering in our mouths to enjoy.

He was certainly losing his initial shyness as his hand was between my legs and he had a finger working into my arsehole in a nice fuck rhythm.

“That feels nice Jackson” I said enjoying the feel as his finger stroked my old prostate,

“My turn” he suddenly said and his whole body was between my thighs and his stiff cock was probing into my arsehole.

“Fuck lad!”  I said “Lube your cock up with some saliva.

He worked a load of spit over his cock and then my arse and then pushed his hot bulbous knob against my hot hairy hole.

“Shove it lad. Shove the stiff fucker into me”.

My nephew shoved hard and his stiff prick filled my throbbing hole up nicely.

“That’s it lad, that’s just what I need, now ram my fucking arse with your hard cock!”

Jackson pounded me good his prick hot and stiff and using my fuck hole wildly.

“Oh! Sweet Fucking Hell!” I said “You really know how to fuck a hairy old hole”.

He was slamming his cock into me, his young cum loaded balls slapping against me with each deep thrust.

My poor arsehole was burning hot and quivering as Jackson used it and I found myself coming without any wanking of my cock. My cum just spurted hap hazardly all over my belly one shot hitting me on the chin, a blob of sweet jizz that Jackson eagerly slurped up and shared with me in a wild tongue lapping kiss. A moment later and the hot lad was spurting spunk into my arse with hefty throbs of his cock. Spurt after lovely spurt, shooting deep up my fuck ragged arsehole.

I clung to my nephew, his sperm flooding into me, his balls emptying their juicy load. I wanted my tongue up my own hole, licking and feeding on Jackson’s spunk but of course that was impossible so I just clung to him, savoured his cum kisses and wallowed in the moment.

It was going to be a hell of a month, full of cock sucking and hard fucking. We were both up for that and of course the sweet taste of sperm.

It was 4 a.m when I finally woke up, I could still feel his load in my ass. I went and checked my phone to see 5 messages on grindr. Feeling the load of cum still in my ass made me horny and I wanted more. So I opened grindr and all 5 messages were from him again. We’ll call him Wichita now. The messages all read that he wanted more and to message him when I got back on. He must’ve been eager cause there were a few messages where he sent just question marks. So I answered him and told him to come on back and to let himself in that I’d be in the shower and to his reply said he’d be there in 5 minutes. 

I went and jumped in the shower to freshen up but before rigged the door like last time so he could let himself in. I got into the shower and started washing myself when I heard the door shut. I looked out the shower curtain and saw him in the bathroom getting undressed. We made small talk then he jumped in with me and I got down on my knees and took his cock back into my mouth. The water was hitting his back and running down his body as I sucked him off. He placed his hands on my head and guided my head back and forth on his cock while it got harder and harder. He moaned and groaned as I placed my hands on his hairy ass cheeks and squeezed them. 

Every once in a while he would hold my head on his cock towards where it was all in my throat and I’d wrap my arms around his thighs and brought him even closer making sure every inch was in my throat. I would gag and choke but I didn’t care, the pleasure outweighed the reflex. Every once in a while in-between these parts I’d take his balls in my mouth and move them around, he really loved that. As he let go of my head I let go of him reluctantly and on his cock you could see my saliva dripping off of it. He brought me up from my knees and he got down on his and sucked my cock. He knew how to work his tongue good on it. 

He would put the whole thing down his throat and gag on it for a few seconds and take it and play with my balls. His hair was so soft as I had both hands full of it while he sucked my dick. The feeling of being sucked off while the warm water hit my back and trickled down to his face all at the same time was as if I had a small piece of heaven right here with me. He got up and shut the water off and we got out. Before we even left the bathroom he laid a towel down on the floor and told me to fuck him. 

Surprised at him asking me this I happily did what he asked. He told me to take it easy tho as it had been a while since he was fucked. So I grabbed him by his chin and face fucked him so I could get my cock nice and lubed up by his spit so I could fuck him. He moaned and groaned as I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. I felt how tight his throat was and how wet his mouth was as he sucked on my dick. It felt good being in control so such a sexy man. 

After a little while doing his I went back to his beautiful ass and with his spit making my dick slippery for his tight hole I spread his ass cheeks apart and without a second thought ate his ass. I pressed my tongue against his asshole and pushed it in for practice for him. His ass was so tight that I had to force my tongue into his asshole and I heard him groan for more. Every inch of this man tasted like perfection. I got on my knees and just like he did me I slammed my cock into his tight asshole and fucked him hard. 

He moaned loudly as I heard my balls slap against his ass as I fucked him as if he were my worst enemy. Everytime he tried running from me I would put my hands around his waist and pull him right back to me and fuck him that much harder. He moaned and moaned even louder then before when he fucked me without any mercy. He reached his hand around and grabbed me by the wrist and squeezed mine and kept saying through his teeth to fuck him harder. 

So I did what he wanted and he told me he was about to cum. So I stopped fucking him and laid on the floor and he got ontop of me and he brought his beautiful cock to my mouth and started to throat fuck me, I put my hands on his ass and helped him thrust up and down in and out of my throat and finally his moans got louder and louder so I knew he was getting close. Finally he let out a growl and I felt his cock start to pulsate so I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought him down until his whole cock was in my throat and his body touched my forehead. His warm load shot down my throat and coated it. 

I could feel the warm cum slide down my throat, tasting every drop as my tongue got to feel his cock pulsate in my mouth. His balls rested on my chin as I swallow every drop of cum this man gave me. After about a minute he got off of me and went to my ass, he lifted my legs up and without any warning slammed his huge cock right into my ass. It surprised me so much I didn’t know his cock could remain hard after he already came. As he fucked me it felt as if his dick got even harder as went on. 

I moaned and moaned as he fucked me harder and harder, even harder then before which I didn’t think was possible. I put my hand on his abdomen to try to slow him, feeling his ripped body as he slams his cock into my ass and his balls now slap it like mine did his. Not even five minutes into being fucked my cock beings to pulsate and I tell him I’m going to cum. He lifts my back half up and puts my cock in his mouth and starts to suck me off. His tight throat and his tongue pushes me over the edge and I explode into his mouth. 

He swallowed every ounce of cum I gave him and continued to suck me off. My dick was so sensitive after cumming but he didn’t care and kept sucking anyways. With my cum still in his mouth he put me down and came up and gave me a huge kiss. I felt my load being pushed back and forth between my mouth and his. Our cocks pressed between each others bodies, his balls touching me. His sweaty body against mine. 

He wrapped his arm around my head and I used it as a pillow, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He stuck his cock back into my asshole and just left it there and it seemed forever that we laid in that position. After about 30 minutes of our after sex cuddling on the bathroom floor he got up and we both got dressed and he gave me one final kiss and left. I went and laid down again and replayed the whole thing back in my head. Little did I know this was not the last time I’d here from Wichit

There was a car in my driveway that I couldn’t immediately place, when I pulled in from work. Normally, I would have assumed my son had friends over but he was away visiting his college girlfriend. My wife was out of town for work and my other kids were grown up and out of the house.

I walked through the house and stopped dead in my tracks at the sliding glass backdoor. My son’s best buddy, Anthony Mosetti – “Moose” to just about everyone, was floating in the pool. Moose had gone to Tech on a football scholarship, but when he was at Central High with my son, he was a star on the wrestling team and the football team. Now, he was the starting fullback for Tech.

“Hi, Anthony. You know Teddy isn’t around for a few days, right?” I asked, stepping outside.

“Yeah, I know, Mr. Buck. He said you wouldn’t mind if I came by to swim and cool off.” the college athlete responded, lifting his head, taking off his sunglasses and making eye contact.

I’d noticed it the first time Anthony came over during his summer break. He’d filled out his muscular jock build, but he also seemed more confident. He and my son had been inseparable growing up and their time apart in college hadn’t changed that.

“Why don’t you join me, Mr. B?” He asked earnestly but there was a twinkle in his eye that I couldn’t place.

He’d always been very friendly and articulate with adults, but now he seemed to be looking right through me.

“I’ll take a raincheck, I need to get my workout in.” I said, I tossed him some sunblock. “Don’t get too much sun!” The dad in me was always looking out for my kids’ friends.

Seeing Moose in his swim trunks was making me jittery… bringing up some feelings I had long ago pushed down. I thought a good workout would help with that, so I went down to my basement gym and hit the weights hard. I’d played ball in college and tried to keep up with the gym, but there were a few years that I really slacked in that department.

I hit 40 and I found the spark again. I bought some workout equipment for the basement and had expanded my home gym over the last 7 years. Now I have it fully equipped, better than some commercial gyms. Better yet, I’d shed a lot of that middle aged spread and gained a lot of my athletic muscular bulk back. Back to the ex-jock build. I wasn’t a fitness model or anything but I had a mostly-flat, firm, furry belly and a pair of big, hard, and hairy pecs. Not to mention thick quads and round, firm muscle ass. I had been a ball player after all.

As I’m finishing up a set, I hear the basement stairs creak. Down strolled, Moose, still damp from the pool in just his swim trunks. His wide, muscled chest and his ripped abs were now dusted with the same dark hair on his head. I’d noticed that change from last summer immediately. ‘Why did I notice that right away?’ I asked myself before pushing the question from my mind entirely.

“Mind if I get a pump in too, Mr. B?” Moose asked in his normal affable almost fratboy tone.

“Be my guest.” I replied, then couldn’t take my eyes off the rising sophomore college football fullback banging out a set of pullups.

I tried to focus on my workout but I kept catching myself stealing glances and more at Anthony. He didn’t seem to notice, pretty soon we were both sweat drenched and tired from our workouts.

“Ready for that dip?” Moose sidled up to me, pumped up and sweaty, still shirtless in his swim trunks.

I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I looked him up and down, he caught my gaze and grinned, checking me out in return.

“You’re looking good, Mr. B. Back at your playing weight?” Moose asked earnestly as he playfully elbowed me in the ribs like I was his buddy. His eyes lingered on my chest and groin, which were 2 areas where my sweaty workout clothes clung to the most. The kid had a disarming charm about him, not cocky but completely confident and always at ease. He met my eyes and gave me a wink before leading the way upstairs.

“I’ll go get changed and we can cool off in the pool.” I said following him up the basement stairs.

“No need, Mr. B, Kyle and I skinny dip all the time when you and Mrs. B are away.” Moose said nonchalantly.

I laughed, boys will be boys.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate, Anthony.” I chided him before heading to the master suite to get changed.

I don’t know what I expected to be greeted with outside, but it sure wasn’t a naked Anthony Mosetti diving into the deep end. This kid had no shame I thought as I tried to hide my visibly chubbed bulge by getting in the water as quickly as possible.

Moose surfaced and half smirked, taking stock of my bare chest. I know I’m 6’3 but I felt tiny in this 19 year-old’s gaze. There was no denying that I was now rock hard in my trunks.

“You got a great chest, Mr. B. Nice and hairy too.” Moose was getting more blunt with his come on. “Can I touch it?” He asked, floating by on a pool noodle.

I turned beet red. Was he really into me? That couldn’t be, I’m his friends dad and he’s not even gay – that I know of. Even if he was, he’d be into guys his own age. Still, I knew I had to put a stop to whatever this was.

“No, Anthony, that’s not a good idea. I think it should be about time for you to head ho-”

“I’m gonna get something to drink. Want anything, Mr. B?” Moose asked, cutting me off as he rose out of the water up the pool steps.

The water cascaded over him, highlighting his youthful fully pumped musculature. He was a man at 19, he still had some boyish good looks in his face, but he was a man. Then the water flowed over his cock. He had a throbbing, thick cut 8-incher sticking 45 degrees out from his body.

I may have involuntarily moaned but thought I caught myself. His cock was huge but it was also beautiful to look at, evenly thick, and I mean thick with a nicely proportioned full head. I swallowed hard as I watched him fully exit the pool.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you, Mr. B. It’s time to do what?” He asked with a confident yet pleading expression as his eyes bore a hole through my head.

“I… I… I said… I think we should take this indoors.” I said, making my way to the pool steps.

I was no longer thinking with my big head and I didn’t give a damn. The kid had me. It was clear he’d been aiming at this all day and I played right into his hand. I had butterflies in my stomach, I had no idea what was going to happen and that was part of the excitement.

“Mr B! Looks like you’re a big boy too!” Moose yelped, seeing my bulging trunks.

I blushed and hurried him inside. He stopped just inside the door and turned on a dime. He reached his head up and planted his lips on mine. Our lips parted and I was treated to the most passionate yearning kiss I’d had in my life. I was nearly light headed when I felt his rock hard cock poke against my swim trunk covered thigh and moaned at the sensation.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” Moose said, grabbing my hand to lead the way as he broke the kiss.

He damn near dragged me along, I felt like I was floating. He almost flung my big bulky body on the bed.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long.” Moose beamed, his eyes raking over my bared torso.

“What is it you’ve wanted to do with me all this time?” I asked hoarsely.

“To be honest, Mr. Buck, I really want to fuck you.” Moose said without missing a beat or changing his expression.

“Anthony, no. I’ve never even done anything like this with a guy.” I was not quite sure why I was telling him my whole story.

“At all?” Moose asked, almost flabbergasted as if I was crazy.

“At all.”

“Well, then at least let me suck your cock. Please, Mr B. I won’t tell anyone.” Moose’s eyes lit up asking me.

That was more in line with what I had been expecting as he dragged me into my own bedroom. I couldn’t deny I wanted him to suck me. Plus, he was practically begging me.

“Just this once. Not a word to anyone.” I reiterated.

I was barely done with my sentence by the time Moose’s hands were tugging the waistband of my swim trunks down. I lifted my hips to help him along and the trunks were flung across the room like that.

My throbbing uncut, thick 8-incher sprung straight up, and a bead of pearlescent fluid gathered at the exposed piss slit.

“Great piece!” Moose hissed as he descended on it.

He engulfed my cock to the root in one gulp. He’d clearly done this many times before.

“Jesus Christ!” I cried and my toes curled, no one had ever throated me like that before.

Before long he was fucking his own throat on my rigid cock. I leaned back and tried to enjoy it. This smoking hot stud jock was worshiping my cock like it never had been. The way he looked at me, the way he desired me. I was getting close, I tapped him on the shoulder to let him know.

“You gotta hot cock, Mr. B!” Moose said as he pulled off, caught his breath for a second and dove onto my balls.

He bathed them with his tongue before gently sucking on them individually.

“Damnnit! Yeah, get all my nuts.” I moaned, leaning back to give his tongue better access to my nutsac.

Moose gently lifted my thick, muscled thighs so he could lap at my ball bag. I was in heaven. Then I felt his tongue tickle lower. He bathed my taint like he bathed my nuts. All the while, he slowly raised my legs and I knew he was making a play for my ass.

“Anthony I said n-” Gotta hand it to the kid, he had perfect timing.

I cut myself off as his tongue found and grazed the outside of my hole. He dragged his tongue across it again, making more contact.

“That feels amazing.” I groaned.

“Want me to keep going, Mr. B?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“God, yes.” I breathed.

He tongued my trench and the outside of my hole for a few more minutes before suggesting I bend over on the bed. I was in a sex haze, I was rock hard and now on auto pilot following Moose’s words. The new position gave Moose better access to my rear, I hadn’t wanted to put my ass on display but his tongue was magic.

His tongue continued fluttering around my hole, before he started adding more pressure. The pressure amped up the pleasure on my end, I could hear myself moaning but it almost didn’t sound like it was coming from my body. As his tongue dug past my ring I was sure that I was having an out of body experience.

No one had ever played with my ass before, I had no idea it could feel so good. Moose used his tongue skillfully. He was deliberate and precise, digging deeper the louder I groaned. He kept at it, he ate my ass for nearly 30 minutes. My cock was dripping constantly onto the comforter below me, and the extra spit from Moose’s tongue-job dribbled down my taint and balls before joining my precum on the comforter.

His tongue was driving me wild, then I felt it. I felt a finger press into me, slowly entering my asshole. I was about to protest but Moose kept licking the outside and he quickly, and skillfully pressed forward until he found my prostate. I must have moaned like an animal in heat.

“No one’s ever touched your butt-nutt before?” Moose chuckled.

I couldn’t answer, I could only hike my butt back to encourage him to hit the same spot again. He kept working his finger in and out, ramping up the intensity by slipping another digit in, before withdrawing and diving back in tongue first. He was playing my hole like a musical instrument, my cock throbbed and ached for release. I had long ago realized what he was doing, and had every intention of stopping him short of what he wanted. But he was slowly easing down my defenses as he diligently opened up my cherry dad hole.

“Anthony, I want you to fuck me.” I heard myself say from seemingly far away.

“Fuck yeah! You won’t regret, Mr. B!” Moose celebrated as he came up for air.

I knew I would regret it, but at that point I didn’t care.

“Flip over, it’ll go in easier on your back.” Moose instructed, my lack of control on the situation was unnerving to say the least but somehow that added to my excitement.

Moose produced a small bottle of lube, seemingly out of thin air as I flopped onto my back. He quickly grabbed my ankles, the muscles of his body rippling as he placed them on his shoulders. It was all moving so fast now, Moose’s huge slick cock was pressed against my hole.

“Do you have a condom, Anthony?” I asked, I was bleary-eyed with lust but I tried to retain some sense of responsibility.

“I’ll just work the tip in then put a rubber on.” Moose stated more than answered my question.

I nodded my consent. I probably would have agreed to anything in that moment.

“Remember to breathe, Mr. B.” Moose instructed before applying more pressure to my tight assring.

Taking his advice, I tried to breathe deeply and calmly. Moose increased the amount of pressure he was putting on my hole but still couldn’t get in.

“Bear down, Mr. B, that’ll help it go in.”

I complied and soon the perfect cockhead of Moose’s enormous dick penetrated my defenses. I grunted at the intrusion, a sharp pain radiated from the spot, but I could detect some pleasure hiding in the background. His thick cock felt like he was ripping me apart, but I didn’t want him to stop.

“Breathe and relax, Mr. B.” Cooed Moose as his hands roamed my hairy, muscular body.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. After a little while, the pain and discomfort began to subside and Moose was able to sneak a few more inches in before giving me another break. Moose had a mischievous grin on his face as I adjusted to his thick cock. I gave him the go ahead to slide more in, when he flicked his hips slightly to the side and his cock punched right into my prostate.

I howled with pleasure as my cock jumped and thumped against my firm stomach smacking into the puddle of precum gathered there. Moose slid past, stretching my virgin hole. Slow, in fits and starts, Moose was able to bury his cock balls deep in me. The discomfort never got too much to bear, I was surprised at how skilled and intuitive Moose was.

“You’re so tight, Mr. B.” Moose almost winced, feeling my tightness.

I couldn’t form words as Moose slowly rocked his hips, at first it was so subtle it was hard to tell if he was doing anything. Slowly, as his massive rod kept rocking back and forth, he was able to slide an inch or 2 each way. It was about all the movement either of us could stand. I couldn’t keep track of what I was feeling, full, discomfort, and plenty of pleasure. All of that coupled with this confident, hunky, 19 year-old taking my cherry; I’d never been more confused but also turned on.

“I’m really close, Mr. B.” Moaned Moose as he grabbed my throbbing cock.

My foreskin slid back and forth over my engorged cockhead, lubed by the steady dripping of precum. It was all too much for me, sensory overload as even Moose’s gentle, small thrusts moved his thick member against my prostate. I’d wanted him to pull out when we started, and had soon progressed to not caring if he did. Now, I wanted him to cum in me.

With a toe-curling grunt, my cock went supernova. Steaming hot jets of cum landed all over my stomach, chest, face, and beyond. I’d never had an orgasm that powerful before, I’d never been fucked before. Through the haze of my pleasure I could tell Moose was blasting my guts with his nut.

It wasn’t the most graceful uncoupling, Moose plopped down on the bed after he extracted his deflating cock from my ass. I felt empty and sore with a dull sense of discomfort with an overall feeling of satisfaction. We lay there for a while basking in the glow.

Moose reached down and felt the outside of my now puffy hole. I couldn’t believe I had this stud’s load in me, my son’s best friend. It was all so fucked up but a turn on at the same time. I decided not to dwell on it right then, making a mental note to dig through my feelings later. I wanted to live in the now, I’d never had the guts to act on the urges I felt, Moose brought out a more daring side to me and I liked it.

“I don’t mean to fuck and run, but I need to be getting home.” Moose broke the silence.

“Anthony, needless to say this goes no further than between us.” I wanted to make sure I made myself clear on this.

“No worries, Mr. B, it’s our little secret.” He winked at me, something about how easy going he was gave me butterflies. His generation was so much more open about things like this. “Thanks for letting me fuck you, you’ve got an incredible ass.” He said bluntly but sincerely, making me blush as he gathered his things to leave.

Three days after taking three loads up my ass by three different men, I was once again desperate for dick. At work, in the stores, at traffic lights, I was checking out every male in my sights, looking at bulges. I couldn’t focus on my work, couldn’t sleep soundly. Several weeks into lock-up, I found myself with another case of blue balls. I needed someone to fuck me hard, to fuck the cum out of me.

I texted my ace in the hole, Jace…

“Plans this afternoon?”

“Whore.  You need more dick”

I wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement?

“Yes, always, Sir.”

We agreed I’d make a reservation at the seedy motel nearby where he worked around 4pm.

I checked in early to prepare for our meeting. I showered and shaved down, even shaved my head smooth. Only my Movember mustache remaining. I wore a brand new pink Hero jockstrap I’d bought recently from Daily Jocks.  The pouch fit my cage nicely. I’d also bought some new Greedy Pig poppers.

By the time Jace knocked on the door I’d already been fucking myself with one of my toys I was growing more desperate for the real thing.

I kneeled on the carpet watching Jace strip down to nakedness. We’ve been fucking for at least 3 years, he always makes me drool. He’s a blue collar hunk of a man. His frame has been shaped by hard work. He’s a true man’s man. When his 8.5” Black cock sprang out from his black Hanes boxer briefs, I almost fainted. This is the object of my affection.

Jace stood in front of me and pointed to his cock, “suck it, bro”!

And suck on it I did. As soon as his hard cock hit my tongue I tasted his familiar scent. Slight musk and cocoa butter. He’d shaved his sac, his low hangers hit my chin when I took him down to the root. I held my nose in his shaved bush and inhaled several times. I’m sure I became slightly dizzy as I moaned over his cock and began to bob my head up and down, and I pushed on the back of my head with my own hand to endure I’d swallowed him entirely. Jace put his hands on each side of my head and moved me in a nice rhythm over his cock, “oh yeah, that’s it. That’s nice.”, he mutter.

I squatted down under the chair to lower my position for some ball worship. Talking each ball into my mouth and rolling my tongue on each ball; opening wide to take them both. Then moving back up to kiss and lick his shaft from tip to base. I was consumed by making oral love to this cock that I’ve had time and time again.

Jace stood up now and began to rub his hardon all over my face. Then he began to take pictures of me feasting on his cock, full face, no mask. I didn’t mind. (I later told him he could show his buds and use them on his hook up app profiles, which he has done!). He seemed to love the way the moustache felt scratching the underside of his dick. Then he he bitch slapped me with his cock before I plunged down again and again, leaving many strands of saliva hanging from that gorgeous erection.

I think this might have set a new record of oral cock worship as this was quite a prolonged time before it was time to get a good dick down.

With a glistening wet cock, I wanted to feel it ramming up my asshole.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now, Sir!”

I took our usual first position with me on all 4’s at the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow. I poppered up and Jace’s cock pushed its way inside me. It’s like a hand in glove the way his dick fills me up. I felt the strength of his erection and the poppers kicking in. I began to push my hips back on his thighs and bounce off him, riding that dick hard, “ooohhh fuckkk, fuck!!”, I cried out. It felt so good, I needed that cock filling my ass.

Jace dicked me in this position for a good 20 minutes or so before pushing me down flat on the bed and then throwing his 195# body on top of mine, his cock picking up speed as it battered my prostate. “Yes! Of fuck yes, Jace. Fuck my pussy! Feel how wet my pussy is for your dick. Oh Jesus, yes!”

Jace was sweating like a fiend. He pulled off of me and I flipped onto my back and tea bagged Jace’s balls again, worming my tongue up to his taint and ultimately, Jace grabbed my throat and pushed his cock down my esophagus. He thrusted hard feeling the impression his cock made, extending my neck out with each down stroke. I held onto his muscled ass for leverage, pushing his ass down, wanting all of his cock inside me. The poppers were really making me mad with desire.  “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm”, I was ravenous and Jace loves it when I just can’t get enough of his cock.

I flipped onto my back now and Jace jumped onto the bed now. He placed each foot on one of his pecs and pushed down, naturally opening my asshole as he pushed  inside once again, taking my breath away, Jace was fucking deep now. I moved my legs a bit and took my ankles into my hands and spread my crack open. Jace jackhammered me. I was leaking like a faucet it became so unbearable. I knew I’d be shooting off soon, but wanted to resist a little longer.

I placed my legs over Jace’s shoulders now as he leaned in and our faces touched. Jace was so sweaty. I held onto his back, admiring his musculature. Feeling like a real alpha man was using my faggot pussy. I felt “whole” like I was serving my purpose.

Again Jace needed a break, he sat back in the chair and I once again kneeled before him and began a prolonged oral servicing, repeating how we’d started, but holding his cock down my throat for more expected periods. Once my throat  opens and stretches, the gag reflex is gone. With the aid of poppers, I’d once again really pigged out on this hot piece of meat.  Moaning and groaning, devouring it like it is a last meal 

“time to breed that pussy. Get on your stomach”, he demanded.  On the corner of the mattress I laid, stomach down, and once again Jace took more pictures of his cock laying on my crack, and more pictures as it entered fully inside me. Once his photo shoot was finished. His fingernails dig into the flesh of my hips and he fucked me like Caio Vernon fucks his faggots. His cock was so rigid, my prostate was reawakened 

he pounded and punched that cock deep into my crack, hitting my prostate how I needed it. I spread my legs just a little bit and now the position was perfect. Each downward stroke was a direct hit. I was leaking like a faucet. I needed to cum so badly.

I begged Jace, “oh fuck, just don’t stop. Keep riding my faggot pussy. Fuck it, fuck it, oh fuck it please! Fuck it, fuck me! Fuck me!!!

I couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was extremely hard and felt like it was ripping me in half. He was sweating profusely and finally screamed out, “gonna breed that fucking hold, bitch!”

Well, just before he did, I exploded, feeling that cock in my pussy, the pressure on my prostate was too much and I began to cry out loud, “uhhh uhhh. I’m gonna fucking shoot. Make me cum, man. Oh Fuck!!

I splattered my milk juice all over the fabric of my new jockstrap. As my warm load escaped my balls and flooded my jock, I had a vice grip on his cock. Jace was able to peer through and he sent his load directly into my warm chute. A real Alpha doesn’t waste seed, he’d always said. My seed is irrelevant 

Jace fell on top of me keeping his cock impaled inside me. I was a bit sticky, but exhausted. My balls were relieved, the tension left my body. We both went from heavy breathing to soundly sleeping for several hours before Jace awoke in the wee hours of the morning and fed my pussy a second load while I was barely awake 

Jace said after Thanksgiving he’s considering unlocking me. He was supposed to do it sooner but he said I’ve been too needy and felt I didn’t deserve cock freedom yet. He also snickered and said he likes me in a constant state of heat, he thinks I’m more focused on his cock and not my own. He even said, “you’re a good fav for because with you it’s all about my dick. You got it right.”

He said other faggots he’s used in the past were too pushy and he got turned off seeing them jerk themselves off, he’s not interested in seeing other men’s cocks. For him it’s all about the pussy.

He left me in the morning with 3 loads of his semen. When I went to take a shower and brush my teeth several gushes of seed dripped down my inner thighs. There was so much of it. I could feel it inside me, I heard it sloshing in my guts.

I kept his seed inside me pretty much the entire next day. Jace sent me some of the pics he’d taken.  If I wasn’t locked up I’d probably beat off on the mens room just looking at that. I did look like a Greedy Pig pigging out on that dick!

Now I can’t stop looking at those pics. I know I’ll be wanting more of it for real very very soon!

Fiat was a guy I met by chance at a local square. It was late at night and I decided to walk around the square for fresh air and check out possible homeless guys. This particular square is huge as it surrounds a busy metro station that serves the city’s townhouse. 

Fiat saw me walking from a distance and approached me as I passed him by. “Hey handsome”, he said. “Looking for some fun?”. No matter whether straight or gay, homeless guys tend to be very direct when they approach you since getting easy money is their priority and there’s no other way than easier than sex to make a couple of bucks.I took my time to fully check Fiat out from head to toes. He was young, in his early twenties, brown eyes, white boy, not very tall, perfect slim body, hairy legs and very high arched feet. 

He was wearing shorts, a blue T-shirt, yellow shorts and flip flops. His hair was also brown, but longer than the average hair cuts men like him appreciate these days. I asked him “ What do you have in mind?” and he replied “It depends; do we have a place to go or are we doing this here?”. I did not have a place nearby to take him and finding a motel at that hour would be a hassle. So I said “Here, but in an area where I can suck on your toes”. “Sweet, I have always wanted to have my feet played with. But what about my dick? I am dying to get off tonight”. “Your dick too, if you find a discreet spot”, I answered. “No problem, follow me”.  

Fiat took me to a part of the square where one had a kind of bleachers, though you could not be seen from the inside, we were totally exposed from the outside, but traffic and passersby were rare at that time. Fiat wasted no time; it seemed like he was one hundred percent sure we were not going to be seen or caught in that spot; so he sat on the step above me, took his shorts off, brought his left foot close to my face and said: “All yours!”. 

Make sure to touch my dick and balls while you enjoy my feet”. “Yes, sir” I thought. I must confess that being in a public area displaying acts of intimacy did not make me comfortable at all. However, it was then or never (or so I thought) and it was my time to work that hot boy’s body for what it was worth it. I brought his left foot closer to me and, for a second or two just examined it. It was flawless, perfect shaped toes with amazing high arches. As I bit his arch and toyed with his toes, Fiat moaned. 

His dick was big for a man not that tall and, as requested, I stroked it and tasted his bull balls. He was totally enjoying it. I tickled his arch and he giggled. A police car passed by and I froze, his foot still in my mouth and his prick firmly secured in a grip. No way I would have escaped jail if a picture was taken or the cops had stopped.Fiat said: “Just relax, nothing is gonna happen. Keep doing whatever it is you wanna do to my feet”. 

There is something about hearing this sentence that makes my dick leak precum like crazy. And Fiat’s long and hard cock was responding the same way. I lubed his arch with his precum and told him to lick it; the boy was still flexible enough to pull this off, but he demanded a long and deep blowjob in return. Found myself a negotiator! He sucked on his big toe too, and said that was for the upcoming balls licking.we played this game for about twenty minutes. Our positions did not allow me to go much further; I managed to squeeze his tits a couple of times through his shirt, but was unable to lick them or his armpits. 

We never kissed either and I was not relaxed enough to think about it. Suddenly Fiat’s body started spasming, his toes curled, and he shot long gists of cum over his T-shirt and my hand. Wow, the boy was really in need of release. He told me to have a last taste of his feet since he was about to leave. I did, but this time savoring his other foot too. Before leaving, he asked me if I was free the next day about the same time; he wanted to take me to play pool, have some drinks (on him!) and enjoy some time in a hotel close to the sports bar. 

He would pick me up at the parking lot and he would be driving a black Fiat 500. Well, the next day when the car stopped and the door opened, a total different man smiled at me and said: “Get in handsome!”. Fiat had showered, his black hair was combed like the guys from Grease, he was wearing pants, a long sleeve white shirt and black shoes. Very handsome. One of these days I’ll tell you what happened on our “date”, how I convinced this straight boy to let me eat his ass and how I made him cum three times that night. Spoil alert: the first was still at the bar’s restroom and just by kissing and licking his ears while stroking his cock.

Preface

Readers of generations closer to the present day than my own may not have had the excitement of discovering and thrilling to the pleasures of terrible writing known as ‘purple prose.” Defined by experts as “overly ornate prose text that may disrupt a narrative flow by drawing undesirable attention to its own extravagant style of writing,” the idea so appealed to me that, for a change of pace from my otherwise briskly picturesque – not posturingly picaresque – style, I was seized by a yearning to venture into the terra incognita’s arena, hoping, through my effort, to jostle your sense of humor at the silliness.

Direct inspirations were memories of two purple-prose novels by Lord Bulwer-Lytton, The Last Days of Pompeii and Rienzi, the Last of the Tribunes –the one the subject of at least eight bad movies, the other of an whoppingly overwrought grand opera.

As you launch your gondola on the canals of what follows, keep in mind that this degree of silliness has seldom groped with its tentacles into the twenty-third century. Hoping that this Preface – without pursuit of the almighty dollar but with intent to diddle your intellectual funny-bone via its clinches – prompts mirthful enjoyment.

* * *

  A Chronicle in Shameless Purple Prose

– To the memory of Edward George Bulwer-Lytton,

whose tumefied pen remains mightier than the swords of pretenders –

* * *

It was a dark and stormy night like others which excited his lustful recall. Cloistered in his house, Mr. Ewan B. Stilton’s thoughts turned compulsively to how wonderfully he wielded his tumescent weapon in fine butts, an appetency for which he possessed exceptional aptitude. Of course, ordinary ones could count on being well served too, but fine butts received extra special attention.

“I’m a good man,” he said frequently.

His practice was to begin mundanely to misdirect the bottom into normal placidity. Proceeding haltingly, he commenced standard service of his subject’s hole. Repetitious pumps in and out lulled the bottom.

A pause now and then, a restart, more of same preceded sprinklings of kind words. A sudden, chisel-sharp descent called attention to the start of a great design in plans for said hole’s immediate future.

By the thousandth thrust, a succession of inner fires had been kindled, fanned into holocausts, quenched, and rekindled. His target, afterwards and consequently, a slavish devotee. One beautiful chaos of emotion topped another to bolster Ewan’s confidence.

He was in demand.

Throughout his conquests, the man maintained an inscrutable countenance. Famous for that, it seemed he fucked without feeling. Or so it was thought.

* * *

The needle of destiny tightened its stitch to shuttle man and college boy into a crazy-quilt of older-younger passion. Boiling cauldron-like in tandem, the majority of late-teen’s balls’ bubbling effusions most often were (and likely still are) syphoned by masturbation.

Aaron Bavis’s were no exception except for the fact the young fellow had never developed the habit of manual stroking. No indeed, for Mr. Leon Hahn, Jr., a family friend, had introduced him to anal sex just in time.

Mr. Hahn had a cock perfectly dimensioned for devirginizing boys and always was happy to help Aaron with relieving from behind the burden of his balls. An untimely transfer of employment took the kindly gent away but, with thought for Aaron’s well-being, he arranged, without a day’s suspension of the life-boosting daily activity, for the local high school’s English teacher to take over.

As Aaron reached his senior year, his thick-necked, big-dick server, Charles L. Snodgrass, between diagramming sentences and conjugating irregular verbs, arranged regular counseling sessions. During those, the soon-to-be-young-man was prepared for college.

Subsequently, Aaron profited from four years’ intimate association with his Dean, Dr. Elmont X. McGillicuddy, an affectionate scholar nearing retirement. The association took the two to sexual dreamlands where they toured extensively without compromises.

Woe! Dean McGillicuddy fell lifeless from cardiac arrest one day, leaving his beloved Aaron Bavis to the trust of Wilhelmus “Billy” Wellington, his muscular financial advisor, who doubled as a bouncer on Friday nights at Boys-R-Us, a bar with backrooms – to let by the hour or night.

With no need for the Dean’s two-story house, which had been willed generously to him along with a reasonable trust account, Aaron Bavis profited from the house’s sale and took up residence with Wilhelmus “Billy” Wellington.

“Billy,” he had to entreat after the third time on a particular occasion, “can’t you fuck me a few times more?”

“Not now, Aaron. I have to work at Boys-R-Us tonight and you know I have to save some of my potency for the paying patronage. Why not come along? There’s a good man there on Friday evenings just looking to score with a bottom boy. Your soft eyes and broad smile will win him your way in mere minutes, I hazard.”

* * *

Mr. Ewan B. Stilton saw Aaron enter Boys-R-Us with a push from the bar’s tough door-keeper.

Hmmm. Just my type – male. Make that – young male.

He made certain his frosted glass of Samuel Adams Boston Lager did not spill down his chin.

Cute, too.

“Mr. Stilton, this is Aaron Bavis who needs a beer, I think, to open channels of communication with you.”

“Thank you, Billy. Have the rest of my Sam Adams, Aaron. Here, You’ll really enjoy it – smooth and nimble, with a hoppy finish as it quenches your thirst. Yes, take the stool next to me. I want to hear about your sweet butt.”

Billy vanished behind the mirrored wall of gleaming bottles to don his Boys-R-Us apron.

Swigs and gulps later, Aaron batted his soft eyes and began with eloquently smiling expressiveness, “Mr. Leon Hahn, Jr., a family friend, introduced my ass to sex wonderfully well. An untimely employment shift took his libidinous cock from me at an early age. My English teacher, Charles “Chuck” Snodgrass, accepted responsibility for keeping me primed in the back and on track for my diploma. Bless him, Chuck also spoke of my academic ability and receptive tail to the Dean of Men at the University, Dr. Elmont X. McGillicuddy. He auditioned me with seven inches so well-placed that I was given a scholarship to live with him.”

“Billy, see to another glass of Sam Adams on me. I’m sure Aaron needs further to wet his whistle. Do continue, my boy. You’re whetting my appetite”

“We took trips around the world in his bedroom, with Elmont docking frequently in me to restock his energy. ‘You’re my best port,’ he’d tell me while resting inside.”

“Here’s a tissue. Wipe your eyes. I’ll pat your bottom while you finish up.”

“It was horrible. One afternoon, while fucking me over his office desk, he up and died. For a while, I was lost in reverie and didn’t know. Bummer. On the good side, he willed me to Billy there. Good man that he is, Billy sports seven-and-a-half inches, so keeps me happy as much as he can. Only local – sorry, I get emotional – because of his position among dick providers, he’s busy with all sorts of other boybutts.”

“Don’t sob. How much can he fuck you?”

“Only three times in a row most Fridays and Saturdays. Sunday’s his day off. Seven fucks, one for each inch, are standard and really good; after then, as many as he can manage on other days, because he’s a good man.”

“I’m a good man,” Ewan B. Stilton provided assurance, his one hand inside Aaron’s pants while the other placed the former collegian’s hand on his rising cock. “And, as you can feel taking shape, I’ve got eight inches which can be yours. Run your hand over it and discover how like a large ear of corn it is – and fully mature for a boy like you. Did you ever hear of cornholing?”

“Is there any danger?” Another tissue provided, Aaron wiped nervous sweat from his creaseless brow.

“Only if you are weak.”

Aaron glanced at what was forming so firmly under his feely fingers, then glanced again as its ache of expectation transferred to his ass. Ewan Stilton’s implacable face acted as an accelerant to Aaron’s squirmy sphincter’s desire.

He swallowed shyness. “Mister, if I’m honest, I must tell you that you don’t look the type to rampage where rampage is a must.”

“Billy, is this bonny kid for real or is he frittering away my time?” Ewan Stilton posed the question coolly while lowering his prospect’s elastic-waist pants halfway.

“Want to rent a room?”

A twenty to the counter, Ewan Stilton told his friend, “No thanks. This one’s going home with me. I’ll show him how good a good man can be.” Fingering with obstinate momentum, the assertive man said, “The electricity of potential is crackling further than my fingertip.”

His way with words is like Elmont’s and his cock is larger, only I can’t tell how he feels about my prospects.

Aaron never found out either.

* * *

In his role as a top, Ewan Stilton commanded several gifts of Nature – a cock which, with strained effort, most bottoms eventually could accommodate (force applied as appropriate), phenomenally flexible muscles of thighs, pelvis and lower back (capable of thrusts of ramrod power, such as could surmount a medieval castle’s portcullis), and a brain capable of overseeing intercourses of throat and ass for the ultimate pleasurable enhancement of both participants’ life-affirming hermeneutical considerations. For that, if the obvious may be stated, ass was best. Could work non-stop for…well, Aaron found out.

Half-hobbled by the necessity for holding his pants while under guidance from two stubby digits up his exposed ass, the college grad was walked thrustingly the few blocks to a comfortable-looking cottage set back from the street, its mailbox bearing E.B. STILTON and the number 609.

Inside and before being bared, he was asked, “Are you among the great unwashed? In other words, how clean are you?”

“I douched at Billy’s place.”

Ewan Stilton snorted, “That won’t do, not here – with me. Into the bathroom with you for the first of three high-colonics I’ll administer personally.”

The shifting mounds of the young man’s buttocks and the hairless gully between fetched the Stilton eyes and hardened the man’s resolve to make the most of that compelling area.

As Aaron found out what high colonics were (and added ‘clyster’ to his vocabulary), he became dehydrated, experienced thirst, and mentioned the fact.

“Thirsty? Want fresh pee from me or a glass of tea?”

Does he think that’s funny?

“Tea, please,” he warily answered, a dampened hand towel in use behind himself.

* * *

In bed, Aaron’s rear orifice, well-opened during the preceding procedures, accepted the punch-packed clout of Stilton’s hefty cudgel. A fair-sized dollop of baby oil had smoothed the rampage-ready tunnel’s passageway. Said bottle’s contents supplied slicking aplenty in the to-be-determined period ahead.

“I’m a good man, guided by noble instincts – and thoughtful,” Stilton reminded while blazing his well-oiled way into prone-positioned Aaron. “You will notice, if not already, that my big hang comes with a big heart behind it. Generosity of spirit compels me to fuck you finely for the next several days and nights.”

Days and nights?

“Don’t worry, you’ll find me granitically priapic when I have a butt such as yours in-residence, ’round-the-clock – unless that’s being redundant. I’ll stay stiff for you even when you merely doze, are fully committed to Morpheus’ slumberland embrace or betwixt.” His speech done, Stilton pounded Aaron’s curvaceous contours to penetrate further and further.

Later, that initiatory period’s action would be discretely described as ‘jackhammering.’

The sound of the rushing of his beloved Elmont’s intakes of air while delving so lovingly into him came back to Aaron when he realized Stilton’s violence as a rectal reamer produced nothing vocal, just squelching lubricants and rapacious repetition in rapid rhythm – hour after rapturous hour.

To those actions, Aaron produced a lively, Dolby enhanced sound track of grunts and groans to be silenced more than once by his assailant’s fingers curling about his neck.

“Shut up or I’ll be fucking a corpse.”

Noting wisdom in those words, Aaron’s mind rehearsed a few reactions from his sexy past but discarded them as his inner ass passed from awareness into numbness. Outwardly, his raphe felt the staccato bangs of Stilton’s bloated baseball-sized ball sack.

Bludgeoned nerves returned to life, infusing bliss before garnering from the fuck the sense of predestined climax. Spermatic life roiled within. Asshole and buttocks tightened on the ramming hugeness – and surrendered to its majestic mastery. Aaron’s passive-pussy paroxysm affected not in the slightest Stilton’s roaring rape of his rear.

At every turn, he was tumbled to the nearest padded surface, skewered, tunneled inward, and so vigorously pummeled it compressed his diaphragm, repeatedly pounded the core of his iliac crest, drove air from torturous lungs, and produced phantasmagoric Miltonian visions for which adequate words cannot be found. Suffice it to say that the heavens opened beyond fleecy clouds, ultramarine skies, and Apollonian-bright sunlight.

Unreckoned hours became tumultuous periods of savage fucking between meals.

When hunger claimed their attention, food was ordered in. Regular meals were for the master of house and butt – delicious meats, vegetables, breads, and desserts. “Especially for you,” Aaron was informed, “a liquid diet of bouillon, consommé, and strained cream soups, fruit nectars, and custard for dessert. You also may eat ice cream – just tell me the flavors you like. Popsicles, too.”

Not presuming to ask why, Aaron awaited the reason.

“I’ve observed how you cringe at the thought of high colonics although I enjoy discharging them into you. A liquid diet is my kindly alternative, for one leaves no undigested residue in your intestinal tract to interfere with our blessed, if unsanctified, cohabitational unions.”

He also addressed the matter of his whopper-cock’s good health and maintenance. “This hot-to-trot evidence of my power hungers for mucosal membranic embraces, cozier and oilier the better. These days and nights, yours. Thus far, the Bavis rectum has provided satisfactorily, so there’s been no need to call upon the entrance to your windpipe.”

Aaron flashed with comprehension. Not my throat!

He sprawled, holding legs apart, and hiked up his keester’s pulsing pucker by way of appealing invitation. “Sentimental, aren’t you, even now? You’re swelling like a firehose. Before that quality dissipates, churn my innards and discharge therein with mutinous bounty.”

Intuition told him what to say at the crucial moment.

Bolts as of thunder and lightning struck where aimed, setting off Aaron’s anal passion. He sprang back to take on Stilton’s storm by gyrating on the great club’s eight-plus inches until it launched retaliation. They battled like barometric tantrums of Nature. Their lecherous typhoons railed impotently. Neither triumphed. Eventually, they basked in the knowledge that their best had been done.

Stilton settled cock deep over Aaron’s up-butt position and raised his perspiring head for kisses of marshmallow-sweet softness. In the wonder of such affection, Aaron blinked to focus on the man’s face which displayed nothing of human feeling.

Bereft of emotion.

Determination moved Aaron to knead by narrowing upon and releasing tension from his ass’s occupant as it marinated sightlessly in the transparency of oily lube and the pearlescence of earlier deposited sperm. What had been sprayed wildly without emotion in his lower canal had flowed from its walls to puddle like lava at the bottom of a volcano where it buoyed the submerged vessel and encouraged its leaks.

* * *

Through such bruise-positive nurturing, Aaron’s face proved astonishingly mobile. All he felt showed in sequence through its features – surprise, amazement, consternation, torment, anguish, disbelief, exhilaration, joy, and pride. Cheeks, eyebrows, nostrils, lids and lashes, and set of mouth participated as natural responses.

To be emphatic: surprise, amazement, consternation, torment, anguish, disbelief, exhilaration, joy, and pride.

Uncompromised by those effusions, Stilton rode tirelessly into the graduate’s buttocks-dividing valley with intense intent. Interruptions were so few that a telephone call one day from Wilhelmus “Billy” Wellington, bartender at Boys-R-Us, was accepted.

“Hello.”

“Ewan, people are asking about you. Are you okay? Are you still keeping Aaron? I haven’t heard from him either.”

“Wait a second while I pull out and let him up. He can fill you in.” The telephone went to Aaron whose cum-drenched backside he stopped up with a free hand. “Take this. It’s your friend Billy.”

“Billy! Oh-Em-Gee!” he gasped, half-wheezing it had been so long since he needed to speak. “I have to thank you for what you did for me – fucking me so well as often as you could back when and preparing me perfectly for Ewan, and for giving me to him. Did you ever see what sprouts between his legs? It’s co-loss-al.”

Billy tried without luck to break the outpouring verbalosity.

Aaron soared on, waxing delirious with musical inspiration, “After it dwells for a time on the threshold of my ass, the escarpment of my rear throat swallows his colossus whole in our adagios of love, our andantes of concupiscence, allegros of rising heat, our prestissimi of passion. I owe you so much. Want to fuck me again – with your smaller, less-aggressive tool?”

Smaller?

“I’ll pass this time.” He choked back what he verged on saying by asking instead, “What are your plans?”

“To get royally fucked more by the reamer of my day-and-night dreams, what else is there?”

There’s physics, philosophy, periodontics, paranormality…

Billy, widely-read, said, “Are you so myopic that you have yet to realize Ewan doesn’t love you?”

“It’s as hard to tell as my perineum gets when he’s marauding my ass. You know, brandishing his ramrod as my heart throbs in euphoria? As…as…oh, forget it. Do you have a thought for me that will up the stakes?”

Billy laughed, then whispered conspiratorially, “You could try staring at him with that same baleful, vacant look he gives you.”

“Ooooh! Difficult idea – I’d have to camouflage my real feelings while he’s doing what I love best.”

“I know, I know. Give it a try. You don’t have your virginity to lose.”

“You’re right! Mr. Leon Hahn, Jr., a family friend, got that by pricking me with ‘Destiny’s needle,’ he called it. That kicked off my growth spurts.”

“Would you switch gears with that stick-shift brain of yours and get on your back in that doubled-up position Ewan likes and stare that man down, for fuck’s sake! That’s what it’ll take!”

And just like that, Billy ended the connection.

His gumption gathered, taciturn Aaron assumed the position which suggested fruition, drew Ewan to his sphincter’s mouth, flexed it as several subtle puckers, rolled his head when contact was made, took two resolute breaths, and held them.

Ewan paused seemingly forever just outside, his seeping prickshaft poised persuasively thereupon, and pushed. His wry sneer-smile and partially-closed eyes met wide whites which scrolled down to reveal stony iris-and-pupil combos focused unblinkingly into his own. He lunged and plunged, plastering himself against Aaron and staring at being stared at – with equal disdain of emotion.

Something clicked. Rhythms matched.

Magnificently, they fucked.

Orgasmic strains changed nothing in their regard of each other. Mouths leaked, dribbled, and drooled the way NASA rockets shed vapor before ascending from the launch pad. Ardor’s rapacity showed, however, not at all. Fixed-gaze concentration kept the wild horses of feeling under control in the corral of whiplash-heaving pelvises. Cum gushed forth as from the overflow spillways of the Hoover Dam, controlling Lake Mead’s crests.

With startling vividness, two brainpans’ blood-flushed contents frothed with sparkler-bright awareness.

In unison, they uttered the immortal phrase, “I love you.”

Exalted, they rolled apart as if nothing personal had happened between them.

Ewan B. Stilton and Aaron Bavis sucked Grape-Ade purple breath mints with cozy tenderness.

To this point my story has been in chronological order , but I have lost track of details – not that you will actually care – but some events are not sequential .

But what is sequential is this description of my flowering into flagrant feminine cruising . 

It wasn’t an overnight flash . More the product of sex day dreaming and wishful thinking to be desirable – fuckable if and when a man found me (erect in knowing I was sure where men would find me .)

So would they be more taken by a man in , say , a skirt ? Would they want to lift the skirt to see what I had on underneath ? Would they be strong and manly if I was womanish ?

Many variations on this theme gave for delicious emissions and serious planning

Planning what to dress in and when to dress and what to do with street clothes , later to consider condoms and vaseline and paper towels . These actions occurred in steps that followed from actual physical encounters with  men  in the stroll .

For example voyeurs . About every year I’d have someone just want to stand back and stare . Not necessarily masturbate while doing so , but they would like me to be ‘ flirtacious ‘ and have a hard cock . For them feminine garb was essential (unlike ‘regular ‘ queers for whom my skirt and knickers were simply identifiers of my status) . I learned to act like a stripper – not necessarily undressing , but flouting and posturing sexually . One guy wanted me to be on the ground as he looked down on me . He rewarded the ‘ moves ‘ (for example pinging the elastic of my panties) by reaching down and giving a few delicious pulls on my penis through my panties – my preferred way of being masturbated by a man . By chance on that occasion my panties were lacy ‘ hipsters ‘ – bright red . 

My hope that this guy found those particularly enticing for watching me so feminized had no real basis , but it did have the effect that I spent time on deciding which panties were sexier to be seen in – a question still in play and which (because crossdressers like nothing more than going on about panties `) I will elaborate on below .

Getting there in panties presented no problem , but other stuff couldn’t be hidden under pants unless I carried the pants with me as I sashayed along the paths  – which seemed counter to my wish to be female . The solution arrived at was a plastic shopping bag . Skirts got a little creased but still felt awfully good when the wind blew around them , and suspender belt and stockings could be squashed . Much later still I wore all of those and a bra and camisole to a different stroll .By then I was a bold ‘ do-you-want-your-cock-pleased ‘ fully fledged transvestite sissy and a backpack with tubes of lubricant and paper towels and car keys ,feminine or not , was best .

Dressing , at the first stroll , followed vaulting the fence . Then , to be out of sight of the cemetery , I had to descend the wooded slope a few yards . In the trees you could be seen but the paths did n’t cross the steep slope so there was privacy to change (I did not want to change at the bottom – I wanted to be strictly a sort-of woman when seen there). But putting on a garter belt and stockings on a steep slope meant balancing by holding onto a tree while preventing my stockings from catching on brush . 

Once completely dressed ,and having an erection I scrambled down to where the action should be . Sometimes there was none . In hope I would circle the entire stroll several times , and in later times I might mount the rail track and parade swishingly along it in case there was someone in the bushes . I also took lipstick which I ostentatiously applied (hardly needed – I was already clearly a man in womens’ clothes , but I liked doing it anyway .)

In time the stroll gradually became less used (there may have been a publicized police raid) and when finding a man to thrill might mean a lengthy wait I laid on the grass in a side ‘cave’ off the main path waiting . To flag my presence – and tendencies – I hung a spare pair of panties from a twig at the junction with the main path .

This had the advantage of selecting guys with the right hunger . I think most of them assumed a ‘ female ‘ like me would service them by sucking their penis (some wanted more) . They might ask ‘ what do you like ? ‘ or simply undo their pants and wait for you to kneel . One guy whose erect penis I was taking while cradling his balls was empathetic enough to do something thst might seem minor to you but which at the time excited me hugely (fellatio on the giving end is tiresome) – he reached down and played with my bra strap ! It flooded me with woman feeling !

If no one came then I would always relieve myself , take off my cherished frilly things and go home .

Yes , tame stuff . I just don’t want to go hard (pun intended) yet , but will write of my faggot evolution later .