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When I was eighteen, I worked at my towns cinema complex on the weekends between my studies. My student accommodation was in the centre of town and the cinema was based near the waterfront. So, it was about a fifteen minute walk each way. I would often walk to and from work if the weather was nice. I would even take the more scenic route along the waterfront. If I had the time after a shift I would even stop for a while and relax, living in student accommodation meant I had little to get back too. The waterfront was about a mile stretch, it had the lighthouse, green banks, and benches every so often along the path. During the day it would be packed with anyone and everyone but at night it was fairly deserted with the exception of drunks, cinephiles and the occasional late night runner.

My shift times would vary, and I would either be in early morning or late evenings. I didn’t mind too much because the money was half bad and you got to see a lot of films when the cinema was quieter. Cleaning up after people could be pretty gross sometimes, even finding the odd used condom, but I guess every job has its quirks. People didn’t realise that you are still visible during the films, there is often cameras rolling at all times. So, the thought of them giving the control guy a thrill was pretty funny.

One evening I finished pretty late, around 2 am. It was the middle of spring, so the weather was still decent enough to walk home, which I did. I walked along the waterfront, looking out onto the sea with music playing through my air pods. There wasn’t many people around, which didn’t bother me, in fact I preferred that over the random drunk people crossing my path. I was bad five minutes into my return home when I was becoming uncomfortable, the problem was that I need to piss really badly. I wasn’t quite bold enough to pee in public and I knew there were some public toilets up ahead. Typically, I avoid these because they are never as clean as you’d prefer but I couldn’t hold it. I prayed they were open and not closed up at night.

I reached the small cream painted, hut shaped building with female toilets on one side and male toilets on the opposite. There was a light on inside and the gate wasn’t locked on it. I was either lucky or they were usually left unlocked. I had heard of cruising areas but never really thought my area had any, but when I walked in, I saw all the markings on the walls where people had left their phone numbers and crude drawings. They were all over the walls, it looked like something out of film set. The toilets themselves were surprisingly clean, and there was that cheap lemon chemical smell. I guess someone came to clean them at the end of a day.

There were three cubicles and a long urinal on the opposite side. I decided a cubicle would be better, in case someone came in. I went in, pulled down my pants a little and relieved myself. God, it felt good. As this was happening, I was looking around at the numbers and drawings on the walls. Some where faded, some had been added too by others, and some were just people’s names; ‘Dave waz ere’. There was one that said, ‘Charlie P, best blowjob ever’ and it had a phone number underneath. It got me curious about how many people have actually hooked up in these public toilets. My cock began to grow a little in response to the drawings on the walls and the thoughts running through my head. I made a mental note to look up public porn when I got home.

As I was zipping my jeans up, I heard someone come in. I don’t know why but I froze and tried not to make any noise. I heard them go up to the urinal and piss for a bit and then turn. I thought they were leaving but I then heard the adjoining cubicle door open and close. The cubicles had that space underneath where you could just about see someone’s feet. He sat down without undoing his trousers and I saw his foot slide across and tap a few times next to me. I didn’t respond. He tried again. I didn’t respond. I didn’t really know what to do. Of course, I knew roughly what was happening, but I had never tried any of this before.

A deep musky voice echoed around, ‘you there?’.

I hesitated and could only sputter out a nervous, ‘eurgh, hello?’.

There was a pause, not a long pause but a noticeable one. I heard him stand up and I saw he was now facing the wall separating us. ‘Not done this before have you?’.

‘I am not entirely sure what this is’.

‘You not looking for fun?’

I stopped; did I want this? I suddenly notice the raging boner I had and knew there that I did. Any thoughts of how unexpected or crazy this had left me. ‘Maybe’.

‘If it makes it easier you can join me in here or we can do under the wall?’ He sounded very sure of himself; you could tell this wasn’t his first time instructing someone. I wanted to see him if this was some creepy old man I would leave. It could also have been some spotty underaged boy too, no thank you.

Without saying anything I stepped out from my cubicle and took a deep inhale. His door swung open. He opened it with a hand on top of the door and rested slightly on it with a grin across his face like he was happy with his find. He looked in his mid-thirties, and was the perfect example of a gay bear. Hairy, with a groomed beard. He even had a flannelled shirt on, with the top buttons undone to show a chest of dark hair. I could have swooned.

He held out his hand and pulled me into his cubicle. He was strong and had a sexy musky aroma about him. He closed the door but didn’t lock it. We were now pretty close in proximity. He could tell I was nervous, he put a hand on the back of neck and let out a soft chuckle. He didn’t say anything. He stared at my lips and ran his thumb along my bottom lip before poking it inside my mouth. Without thought I suckled which made him smile.

His other hand was reaching round and grabbing my ass. He got a handful and exclaimed, ‘damn, nice ass, let me see that’. He spun me round slap my ass. I jumped but liked it. He spun me round again, looking straight into my eyes. ‘You ready?’

Without fully understanding what I was agreeing too I stated that I was ready. He unbuckled his belt and stretched it out before throwing it round me and pulling me in. We hit with a hard kiss. Could feel his beard as we kissed. His tongue was wild, you could tell me enjoyed this. I no longer felt in control. He had me held against him. I moved to his neck and nibbled his ear. His head fell back slightly, and he loosened his belt.

I undid his trouser button and zipper. He slid his trousers off. I was surprised to see him wearing tight briefs. He must have been wearing them all day because when he lowered me down, I could smell the musk of tight underwear. I inhaled, making my cock bounce in my trousers. My eyes closed and a smile crossed my face. ‘Liking this?’ he exhaled looking down at me.

Before I could answer he pulled me against his bulge. Even now I could tell he was a decent size. I wanted him. I wanted him in my mouth. Down my throat. I started to fondle myself through my jeans. He was growing through my kisses and licks. The heat was intense. He slipped the briefs down, letting his impressive manhood bounce out towards me.

I wrapped my hand around his girth and heard a soft moan. He was around 8 inches, cut. I opened my mouth and went to lick the tip, but he stopped me. I looked up confused. ‘Not until I see yours young man’.

Eager to continue and to obey, I stood up and undid my trousers, dropping both my jeans and boxers to my ankles. He grabbed my cock and pulled me to kiss whilst he gave me a handjob. He was slow to begin but picked up the pace when he could tell I was enjoying it. If we weren’t kissing, he was sucking on my neck.

We were both hot and despite the time of night, the cubicle felt warm and almost steamy. It was 2 am and we were both stood half naked jerking each other off. Two complete strangers.

I whispered, ‘I want to taste you’.

He winked and I lowered. There was a little precum oozing from his tip, a welcome hello to taste.

I stuck out my tongue and started at the base of his hard cock and worked up to the sensitive tip. I did this a few times, leaving him wet and ready. I wasn’t sure if he’d fit in my mouth entirely, but I knew I wanted to try. I knew this was going to be sloppy.   

His hand was on the small of my neck and he was pulling me down as I put him in my mouth. He tasted amazing. I was making my way up and down, hearing him moan and run his hands through my hair and over my head. I was drooling as I got an inch deeper each time.

 I came up for a breath and he put both his hands on my head and pushed me all the way down. His pubes tickled my nose and I gagged. An ‘0h fuck’ echoed around the toilet.

We kept this up for a few minutes. My face flushing, face wet with drool, and my breath short. I was jerking myself off enjoying every second.

His hand clenched my hair, and he pulled me down one last time. His balls tightened under my chin, and he began to shoot but he pulled out. Shooting layers of sweet cum across my face. I felt dirty but liked it. He was breathing heavily. I came shortly after, leaving the floor a mess.

I stood up, he pulled me in and kissed me. Sharing his cum as we made out. Semi hard cocks kissing too. He squeezed my ass cheek hard and said ‘next time, I’m having this too’.

Chapter 7

Epilogue 

As Jon eventually eased his spent cock from Chris, he looked down into Chris’s eyes and saw a red flame in his pupils and smiled. Chris saw the same in Jon’s eyes before they kissed once more, and both saw stars. As they broke from their kiss, Chris sarcastically said to Jon, “Yeah, I don’t feel any different either. Later that evening, Chris and Jon met Vladimir for dinner as planned. They were a little surprised by the streak of grey in Vladimir’s hair. Vladimir noticed and said, “I think it adds some character”. Chris and Jon both laughed at Vladimir’s joke though both understood the meaning behind the change.

After a dinner of filet mignon and lobster, Vladimir went over some details of his foundation and what it all entailed. Chris and Jon were a little overwhelmed by it all, but Vladimir said the attorneys would take care of most of it as well as the members of the board of directors which conducted most of the day-to-day operations. Chris and Jon were mostly surprised by Vladimir’s investment in homelessness, mostly youths, runaways and those thrown out of their homes. It became evident that they would no longer be able nor need to keep their jobs as they took on their new roles as partners in the foundation. As they left Vladimir’s hotel apartment, they both realized they were losing a dear friend who was far more than the monster they had initially thought he was. The next day they both put in their two-week notices.

Friday evening, they met up with Vladimir’s attorneys who assured them everything would transfer flawlessly, especially now that they were officially partners in the foundation. They seemed to know more than they let on.

Saturday morning Chris woke up with his stiff cock pressed between Jon’s firm buns. Jon pushed back into him seductively. They were soon in a sixty-nine, and then swallowing each other’s seed before fucking each other’s brains out once again, filling each other with their seed and feeling the incredible power that it filled them with. They then went up to the park to play tennis. They didn’t get to finish the game before both of their rackets were destroyed by the force of the volleys. “I’ve never seen anyone destroy a tennis racket like that and to see you both do it battling each other is just astonishing”, Chris and Jon both turned toward the direction of the voice and found Scott grinning at them. Chris greeted him, “Hey Scott! Good to see you. I guess we got a little carried away”. Scott laughed and said, “A little. I’d hate to see you two when you really get carried away then”. Jon then asked, “How’s Kyle’s ankle”? Scott’s face lit up, “He’s fine, back to normal. As a matter of fact, he took my car to pick up Cain. We were hoping to find two others so we could play in today’s tournament. We haven’t played since Kyle’s injury. Know two guys who might be interested”? Chris and Jon traded glances and then Jon said, “Well, our tennis game seems to be over for today. We could make ourselves available if you can’t find someone better”. Scott laughed and said, “I’ll have to confer with my brother and Kyle, but even if you don’t play as well as you did the other week, I don’t think we’ll be able to come up with two better than you. You made the three of us play better than we ever did. We’d have won the tournament if Kyle hadn’t injured his ankle”.

Kyle and Cain showed up and as they searched the bleachers looking for Scott, they were pleasantly surprised to see Chris and Jon sitting next to him. Kyle raced up the steps to greet them. Scott chastised him, “Yo Kyle! Don’t go injuring that ankle again by running the steps”! Kyle approached and greeted Jon and Chris by shaking their hands, then looked over at Scott, “Just warming the ankle up for the tournament, Scott”. Scott laughed and said, “Sure Kyle. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the giddiness you felt after seeing these two next to me. After all, you’ve been talking about them since the tournament”. Kyle grinned, “Yeah, that too”, then he looked to Chris and Jon and asked, “You’re playing, right”? “They better”, Cain said as he made his way toward them.

Their first game started off with the other team’s center tipping the ball toward one of his players, but out of nowhere, Chris stole the ball and was headed downcourt before anyone realized what had happened. He scored the layup and returned up the court grinning. Jon noticed the red sparkle in his eyes and smiled. The other team brought the ball up and began passing it around while trying to get a clean shot. This time, Jon reached in and slapped the ball away and into Chris’s hands. Kyle was already headed downcourt and Chris passed him the ball for another easy layup. The other team was now rattled and continued making mistakes and were soon blown out 21-4. The Monster (Alexander) and his team also won their game 21-16.

Round two began by Cain tipping the ball to Jon and he took it in and surprised everyone by dunking it. Everyone in the audience was cheering him as he landed lightly on his feet with a red sparkle in his eyes. The game was over quickly as they finished with a 21-6 score as a murmur was heard in the bleachers. The team they had just beaten was rumored to be in the finals.

Round three had them play the first game and Alexander’s team would play after. Once again, Chris and Jon smothered their opponents defensively, stealing the ball numerous times and feeding the ball to their teammates with amazing passes. They won 23-12 and the murmur in the crowd had turned much louder. Alexander’s team then faced the same team they had faced in the last tournament in the third round. The game was again close, but Alexander seemed to take over the game and was much more physical than before. They won 21-18 but seemed exhausted by the effort. They would need the entire fifteen-minute break to recover.

Game time and Alexander looked over at us smiling. He knew his team was in trouble, but he wasn’t going to go down easy. Even though Cain won the jump ball and tipped it to Scott, Alexander was physical and was pushing Cain around and keeping him out of the paint. It didn’t matter though as the others were making perimeter shots like they were only a foot away and the defense was smothering Alexander’s team, creating turnovers on almost every possession. It was soon 15-2 and Alexander was showing his exhaustion. Chri’s three-pointer made it 18-2 and it was obvious. When Alexander’s team brought the ball up court, their big forward had the ball. Chris was covering one of their guards and when his back was to the ball, the forward threw the ball hard at the back of Chris’s head. Alexander looked on in horror as his own team member was intentionally trying to hurt someone on the other team to get a forfeit. Amazingly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, Chris reached back and caught the ball, then turned, grinning at the forward who had thrown it. Chris then threw a pass to a running Kyle who went in for a layup, making it 20-2. Alexander marched over and shoved his big forward to the floor and told him if he ever saw that action from him again, he was off the team. Alexander then went over and apologized to Chris, who accepted the apology graciously. On their next possession, Alexander took an inside pass and slam-dunked the ball with gusto. Kyle missed a jump shot and Alexander dunked another. Cain winked toward Scott, an indication he was backing off Alexander. The score was now 20-6 and Kyle threw a pass to Chris, who passed to Jon. Jon immediately threwe it back to an open Kyle who took the shot. Game over at 22-6. The crowd erupted in applause with everyone standing. The teams shook hands and the big forward from Alexander’s team walked up to Chris and apologized for his ill-tempered behavior, then asked him how he knew the ball was there. Chris said he heard someone warn him and just reached behind him and the ball was there. Jon heard what Chris said and grinned in amusement. As Alexander made his way to congratulate each member of the opposing team, he made a point to let Chris and Jon know that they had lifted their team to a level they never would have otherwise achieved. As everyone crowded around in celebration of the win, Chris and Jon said their goodbyes and explained they had a prior engagement they had to go to.

Chris and Jon rushed back to Chris’s apartment and showered, together, before heading to meet Vladimir for dinner. When they arrived at the exclusive restaurant, they were escorted to a private room where they were seated across from a much older Vladimir. He seemed to have aged forty years in the past week. Neither Chris nor Jon made a comment, but Vladimir knew what they were thinking, “Yes, my friends. I am wreaking what I have sown. Death will come for me soon and I will welcome it with open arms. Do not grieve for me, but instead celebrate the ending of a curse which took so many lives too soon”. Chris smiled weakly, “We will most certainly celebrate the ending of the curse, Vladimir, but do you mind if we also celebrate your life? Whether you admit it or not, your life was so much more than the curse. After seeing what you have done with your foundation, it is apparent that you at least tried to counter your curse with a devotion to helping others in need. I wish I would have known you longer. Would you mind if we visited you daily until the end? I would like to stay near you until your surrender to death’s calling”. Vladimir smiled, “Even though I may look like death himself, if not warmed over”? Jon grinned, “Even then Vladimir. I feel honored to have known you now that I have an understanding who the real you is”. Vladimir smiled at Jon’s word salad, “I would be honored by the presence of both of you my dear friends. My only regret is that my friend Josh is no longer with us to see his dream of ending the curse become a reality”. Chris responded, “Josh was the one who told me about the curse and the way he believed it could be ended. If not for him, I don’t think we would have figured it out, so I think he’s been with us every step of the way, Vladimir”. Vladimir smiled, “I believe you may be right Chris. I believe he is with us now, in spirit. Did you have a good game today”? Chris and Jon looked at each other, smiles on their faces as Jon said, “Yes Vladimir, we had a very good game” Vladimir smiled.

As they drove home, Jon asked Chris, “How did he know about our game”? Chris just smiled and said, “I think the three of us have a connection now, at least until Vladimir passes. He’s seen our thoughts and he now must share some kind of connection with us, with the magic”. Jon looked over at Chris and said, “What magic? You know I don’t believe in that crap”, as the black of his pupils lit up with red fire”. Chris grinned and replied, “Yeah, me neither”, while that same flame resided in his own pupils.

Jon and Chris went over to visit Vladimir every day until the following Friday, when they were greeted by the attorneys who said he had passed that afternoon, following a lunch he had with an old friend named Joshua. Chris and Jon shared knowing looks and then gathered with the attorneys to make funeral arrangements.

Saturday morning, Chris read the obituary for Vladimir. It said his birth date was unknow because it was lost when he emigrated to the United States but didn’t state what year he had emigrated. It did state he had full citizenship. The funeral was only attended by Chris, Jon, and the attorneys. One other person stopped by toward the end, Chris, and Jon’s friend Brad. He said he had read the obituary and knew who it had to be. He assured them he would never speak a word of what had occurred on that night and said if they ever needed him, he would be there for them.  They both thanked him and insured him they would stay in touch.

As Chris and Jon arrived back at Chris’s apartment, they embraced and shed tears over the loss of their friend, then Chris said, “Remember, we’re supposed to celebrate the ending of the curse and the real life of our friend, Vladimir Darius”. Jon grinned and asked, “So, how do we celebrate”? Chris’s eyes lit up in fire and said, “I have some ideas”.

Chris and Jon expanded the foundation throughout the world. They had acquired a mansion in southern California where they eventually adopted two youths from their youth rescue centers which they visited often. Not surprisingly, the two youths’ names were Joshua and Vladimir.

 

 The End

FYA: The boys move back and forth; pay attention. And a big shout out to our biggest fan, G. 

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So here we were today, and he’d sucked me off; that’s crude, it’s crude, but I didn’t know how intimate it was till it happened. He took all my pre, chewed on my balls, and had he not caught my head in his mouth he’d have gotten a nose hit of a cream color.

The way he used his mouth and hand as one, the tugging on my ass, the other pulling my balls; I came just in time.

Now, I’ve watched porn, seen guys shoot wads, that’s not me. I cum in a fountain, what would be a shot for some pours from me in a stream. He took it all; couldn’t believe it. I mean, really couldn’t believe it. This was Ryan.

I moved like it was his lips I sought, smiled again, then went at his neck. He squirmed under me and our dicks touched. I thought about last week.

God I hated Dwight.

Ryan could sing but couldn’t play a kazoo too save his life. It was the senior, our thing, you know. Oh how I hate Dwight. We were all eating, Ryan next to me, he squeezed my leg and stood. Ryan walked up and sat next to him at the piano, the mic at his face. I don’t know if everybody saw but  he smiled and winked at me.

‘It’s a human sign, when things go wrong.’ There was a long pause.

“The scent, the scent of you lingered long after you’d gone. Into the boundaries of each of our hearts.” I’m gonna fuckin cry again now.

I mean we had all the tech shit, cameras, a fuckin theater screen behind them, and four hundred of us watched as Ryan sang. He started with his eyes closed, his cheeks so big and pink because his smile was so… wide. ****

“You’re amazing,” I softly said in his ear as I sucked with my eyes closed thinking back. ****

“My Cold, cold heart, it was warmed by you.” And his eyes opened looking straight at me.

He stood walking around the piano; only his face on the screen. “How fucking arrogant can we be, people?” he asked waving his hand around. I’d ridden his soap box before.

“There’s what? Four hundred of us? We probable each pee a couple times a day. Grow up. Every time you hit that handle two and a half gallons of fresh drinking water washes down eight ounces of piss; at most.” And he shook his head.

“Tell you what. I’ll keep it simple for you slow ones who can’t cipher numbers without paper and pencil. You know who you are.” That was funny and people pointed to those who couldn’t.  

“Let’s do the math. I’ll break it down.” And he stepped back and looked at Dwight.

“So? Let’s just say each of us pee eight ounces four times a day. That’s 12,800 ounces; and I’m sure that number is low. That’s 102 gallons of pee. That’s a hundred gallons of piss. Stay with me here,” As he guided their faces back to his.

“That’s thirty-two-hundred gallons of fresh drinking water that you unconsciously flushed down the fuckin drain to rid your pee. I’m from the mindset, ‘if it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.’” And he turned to laughter.   

‘Cold, cold, heart. Softened and warmed by you. Some things looking better baby, I’m not just passing through. Cold, cold, heart.’ *****

I looked at him with tears. “Dexter, don’t you even.” He said pulling me back to his neck.

I had so much I wanted to say and ask. Cold, cold, heart. It wasn’t cold but he thought it was me who warmed it.

I’ve never had one, never given one, but I sucked a big old hickey on his neck. I don’t know what love is but everything in me says, I love sucking his skin. ****

Have I said I hate Dwight? I mean who could blame him? The way he watches Ryan walk across the cafeteria, he really needs to push his fuckin tongue back in his mouth. I think I feel horns growing.

Ryan was on the big screen, you could see every single pour on his face, and Dwight’s fingers on the keys behind. Have I said how much I hate him?

“And it’s no sacrifice, just a simple word, two hearts living in separate worlds.”

He looked amazing, sang like a man angle with harps behind, I want to but I can’t fuckin cry here. He is a solid six feet and I’m a couple inches shorter which he will never let me live down. To pick one thing about him, just one? There’s too many to choose from. ***** 

I didn’t look at him as I did what he had, I honed in on his left nipple. I sucked first like he had then put my teeth to work. He grabbed my face and brought it to his. I mean a guy telling you your beautiful, you’d just have to be there.

Have I said how much I fuckin hate Dwight? Ok, I’m being redounded. He didn’t have a mic; thank god because the bull can’t sing. He was mouthing with Ryan. Ryan was standing again in front of all of us and cupped his hands. Here we go again.

“This is us.” He said. “We are a big old zit on this planet. We’re killing something that is helpless. Or is it?” And he stroked his chin like being all wise and shit.

“We are all like eighteen, it’s 2022. I don’t expect to die of old age, and you’re naïve it you think you will. Cold, Cold, heart?” ***

I left trails of purple marks, it only took a second to realize I wanted to cover him in my marks. I reared back to see his face. If there was ever more honesty, “You’re amazing.” I told him.

He was biting his lip and I knew what that meant. “I’m nothing special,” He told me like; grab a candy bar. He just does this shit.

I kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it wasn’t a kiss confirming what he said, it was what I felt. It turned into more with our twin soldiers fighting for romances. I scooted back, looked at him, then grabbed both of us and started jacking.

“Dex. You don’t need to do this.” His eyes told me that.

“Don’t you even start that shit with me, Ryan.” I told him.

Cold, cold, heart. I mean if I was into guys; that didn’t cum off right. Let’s just say Dwight was hot as fuck. I mean he was stacked. Blond, blue eyed, and rich. Ryan didn’t give him the time of day. It was funny, but not. I wouldn’t have given him the time of day either had he ever looked at me like that.

I have no idea why he did it. “Mutual misunderstanding, after the fact. Sensitivity builds this prison in the final act. We lose direction, no stones unturned, no tears to damn us when jealously burns. Cold, cold, heart.” And he ran his hands down Dwight’s chest under his jacket.

Have I said how much I hate him? Then Ryan said something in his ear that made both of them laugh and he backed away.

    “You’ve all seen him, you’re a dick, Dwight.” As he pointed.

“You love smoking me out with your diesel-swilling-pig, everybody knows daddy pays for the fuel, right?” A bull just saw red.

“My dad bought my car too. Ok, a Prius. He asked and that’s what I wanted?” He ran his eyes around not knowing what to say next. He looked at me smiling. Cold, cold, heart. ***

“Dexter, don’t you go all Emo, on me.” He said. Ok. I’m sitting below his balls and the nerve of him? I could have smacked him across the face. I mean, really? Emo?

I leaned down and kissed him again. IT WASN’T TENDER. I grabbed his fuckin hair and kissed him. Oh, Ryan. We were two guys, Kissing. Have I said how much I hate Dwight???***

I mean, Dwight’s fingering the keys was magic on the big screen. Have I said how much I hate him??? He is road-house worthy. Huge fuckin arms, chest to match. In all his glory, it wasn’t him.

“Some things looking better, It’s two hearts beating in separate worlds”. ***

“Cucumbers” I was at a loose ready to take his dick in my mouth for the first time. Really??? Fuckin cucumbers??? Where in the hell did that cum from and is it some sort of, safe word???

His ass pushed back into the mattress, I held him, I wanted this. He shook his head, no. His knob was inches from my mouth before he could do anything else. I licked it which sent him through the roof. ****

“We have a cistern, any of you know what that is.” He asked.

“You making fun of my sister?” Came from some guy behind in an angry voice.

I knew what it was but probably the only one.

“It collects all the water from the roof and that’s the water that flushes our toilets at my house. I can shower, wash cloths, and even drink it.

Think before you flush. That’s what flushes the yellow and brown down the drain in this school. Grow up people.” ****

I took him in my mouth; But I’m living still. But a week ago no pillow was between us. I woke the next morning like last weekend. The difference was sometime during the night he had pulled me over so I was like he had been.

The feel. His arm was around me with my head on his chest. I felt his finger then heard him say, “I know your awake.” I nodded.

“Are you ok with this?” He asked. I nodded again. I think it was my best night’s sleep, ever. ***

“I’m just saying, I’d like to die of old age. I want to breath clean air, go to state parks, and leave no carbon foot print like I was never here.” And it was silent.

“It’s no sacrifice, no sacrifice, really? No. It’s no sacrifice. And I wasn’t talking about your sister.” ***

I went down on him just to taste what it was like; I like. Pulling off and sliding up so I could stroke us both he moved his eyes to the bed side table. Then he did the head nod. OK.

I leaned up and over him and when I opened the drawer he bit my nipple. With my eyes open I saw his flesh tool, I had one, but for some weird reason never thought he did.

Composure took a minute. I was again sitting on him with his toy waving it around in the air; I bonked it off his forehead. His look was shocked. He blinked a few times; held it as long as he could, then started laughing as his dick bounced next to mine. “I think there’s room for two.” He told me.

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From your Authors:

It’s been a while. Life is like a razor, a thing we ride, life is a razor. This story is one I hope to live someday. RJC.   

This was my chance to fuck my straight best friend.

I kept tonguing his little rose bud, pushing it into his hole.

James withdrew his cock allowing me to get off all fours and climb off the bed.

“Get on the bed and lie on your back!” I instructed Marcus.

“I have a girlfriend” Marcus protested.

“Its okay – she will never know – it will be our little secret!” 

Marcus didnt protest further. He stripped off his t-shirt and removed his trackies and underwear from around his ankles. He hopped on to the bed and lay on his back. I grabbed both ankles and raised his legs towards his shoulders exposing his butt and then as I pushed his legs up further, his little rosebud.

I shuffled up underneath him and lay my cock on top of his.  I grabbed both our cocks in one hand showing him how much bigger my cock was. I wanked them both in one hand briefly before removing my cock and lining it up with his rosebud.

I placed his feet on my shoulders so he had something to push against and then I pushed into his rosebud. I needed more lube, so I pulled back slightly and spat on to his butt. I smeared my cock over the spit and this time I just pushed right into him.  

“Wow! He is so fucking tight! That must feel amazing!” James exclaimed. He held the camera just high enough to see my cock slowly enter Marcus’s rosebud, his eyes dilate and Marcus bite his lip.

All of a sudden i felt Marcus’s hands grab my arms really tight. I placed my palms either side of his abdomen and then let them take my whole weight.  He pushed back with his feet and arms but he had no power against me.  I was taller, stronger, bigger, more dominant.

I moved the palms of my hands from his body onto his legs – folding him in half. Inch by inch i moved my palms up to behind his knees which were now almost level with his shoulders.  My weight was now shared through my arms onto his legs and through my groin. I pushed further into him.  He couldnt move.

Marcus had surrendered.  His gaze moved from my abs, to his erection, to his legs and then onto my face and into my eyes.  He kept looking into my eyes as I slowly withdrew my cock.  I recalled all of the times that I had been fucked and I wanted to share that expereince with him.  Just before I was about to pull out completely I plunged my cock back into him as hard as i could.  I paused for a second and then I started to withdraw again. And again I plunged my cock into him. I used my weight and strength to fuck him as hard as I could.  I found myself withdrawing completely from his little rose bud.

James had taken the camera and was filming me from below. He would see my engorged cock emerge from Marcus’s now gaping rosebud. He would see Marcus’s erect cock and then see him watching his rosebud being plundered.  

I thrust into him again and again.

“I am getting close” I said as I plunged into Marcus’s rosebud.

“This feels amazing – I promise you” I told Marcus.  “I am going to cum inside you – okay?”

“Yeah” Marcus exhaled.

I checked James and the camera were positioned to see everything.

“I am going to cum”

I felt my balls tighten and then rope upon rope erupted from my cock and splattered Marcus’s insides.  I kept fucking him using my full body weight and strength  – it felt amazing and then suddenly from behind I felt James’s cock push inside my hole.  I collapsed onto Marcus with my cock still inside him and his body still bent in half.  James applied his weight on my shoulders and aggressively fucked my hole.  My face was on top of Marcus’s; we were both breathing heavily and looked into each other’s eyes. I kept on cuming inside him as I felt James’s cock erupt inside me.  He kept on fucking me until he too collapsed on top of us.

We perhaps didnt say or even do anything for the next five minutes as we just gained our breaths back.

James got up first and then pulled me off Marcus allowing him to lie back on the bed properly.  Cum was dribbling from his pink rosebud into the sheets. James pulled me into a kiss.

“you have still got the camera attached to your hand!” i joked.

James turned to Marcus pointing the camera at him.  Marcus still had a raging hard-on.

“You okay? Did you enjoy that?”

“Yeah” Marcus confessed. “I didnt cum though”

“You have a girlfriend! We dont want her to miss out!” I pointed out. “Lets get cleaned up”

I led Marcus into the en-suite.

Marcus left that night feeling very horny.

I didnt see Marcus again until a lecture on Monday.  He had saved me a seat next to him halfway up the lecture theater.  His girlfriend sat on one side and me on the other.  As the lecture began, i felt his right hand stroke and squeeze my thigh. My cock started to swell. 

Noah stood outside the bathroom door in a haze.  It all just happened so fast.  Noah thought back to the dinner that started it all.  A nice upscale restaurant across from his date and future boyfriend Drew.  Drew was the kind of man that could charm anyone.  He was an older gentleman in his 30’s, sporting short, clean-cut brown hair with a couple gray hairs that matched his sharp grey eyes.  He was tall, yet slender, with strong, commanding arms that Noah could melt in.  Noah was a respectably good-looking man himself in his late 20’s, slightly messy dark brown hair and matching dark brown eyes, and was much smaller in stature than the man sitting across from him.  The two were told they made a cute couple by their waiter as they finished up their meals.  Noah could feel their relationship was ready to move even further, but first, there was something Drew needed to know.

“…You like to wear what?”

Noah looked down at the thick padding surrounding his waist, covered only slightly by the short T-shirt that Drew picked out for him.  It had turned out Drew had a much kinkier side to him than even Noah could have predicted.  It may have been a new avenue to explore for the older man, but Noah remembered Drew’s devious smile as he waited for Noah to repeat himself.

“I… like to wear… diapers.” 

That was how Noah ended up as Drew’s little diaper boy two months later, he made sure his little guy was fully protected in thick diapers 24/7.  Noah loved the submission, but even he had to admit, maybe things were going a little too fast.  He felt a pang in his gut as he stood outside the bathroom door.  He wasn’t allowed in there without Daddy’s permission and he knew it.  Noah could hear a keyboard clacking from Drews office as he worked from home, much to his preference.  He couldn’t leave little Noah alone for too long after all.

Noah took a deep breath and gripped the door handle, twisting it slowly as to not make any noise and quickly slipped inside.  He stood above their toilet, slowly slid off his diaper and sat down.  It had been so long since he used anything except his own diapers that it felt uncomfortable sitting on the cold porcelain.  He closed his eyes and tried to let nature take its course, but then heard footsteps from the outside, slowly making their way to the bathroom door.  Noah gulped as the handle began to turn, and watched as Drew walked into view with a stern look on his face.

“Drew, it’s not what it-“ Noah stammered only to be cut off.

“Noah, I thought we had a deal.  I let you wear all the diapers you want and in return you follow the rules I laid out for you.”  Noah looked down at his feet, ashamed. “I just wanted to use it this one time…” Drew might have looked angry on the outside, but in reality, this was just the opportunity he was waiting for. “Tell you what Noah, I’ll make you a deal…”

Drew led Noah back to the spare room, slowly being converted into Noah’s new nursery.  Noah sat on the floor obediently as Noah brought out a large teddy bear.  The teddy bear was so large, it was the size of Noah himself.

“Here’s the deal, if you want to prove that you’re a big boy ready to use the potty again, then I’ll be glad to let you show me.  This right here is a Teddy Bear suit, meant to deprive the senses of any poor boy stuck inside.  It even comes with a handy locking zipper.” Drew said with a wink and a smile. Noah looked at the oversized stuffed animal as his cock twitched.  He knew Drew had quite the bondage streak, but this was something totally new. “I’ll suit you up inside of this bad boy and leave the key somewhere in this room.  If you can find the key and unlock yourself, I’ll let you use the toilet whenever you want.” 

Noah thought about it for a few seconds, but realized he wasn’t likely to get another opportunity to have toilet privileges dangled in front of him again. Drew unzipped the back of the large bear suit and Noah stepped in, first his legs and then slipping his arms inside.  In reality, the suit was nothing more than a large padded onesie… at least he thought until he slipped his head inside the bear’s fluffy interior. There was no light inside of the bear’s mask and all the sounds Noah could hear were muffled, though at least the bears mouth had holes to allow a source of fresh air.  Just as Noah was tempted to decline the offer, he felt the zipper slide up and heard a lock click.

“Alright buddy, I’ll go ahead and hide the key.”  Drew chided as Noah tried to acclimate to his new predicament.  He could feel the vibrations of Drew pacing around the room trying to hide the key, but soon Drew was just walking around him in a circle.  He could have hidden it anywhere.  Eventually Noah felt Drew pat him on his diaper seat as a signal to go ahead and get started.

Noah tried to stand up but without any vision, he found himself slipping and falling on the pillows laid out on the floor.  He fell to his knees and let out a fart in surprise.  He was so concerned about not getting caught using the toilet, that he forgot he still needed to mess.  To make matters worse, the padded suit seemed to trap in the stink of his gas, Noah wrinkled his nose as it wafted up towards the head of the suit.

Forging onwards, Noah crawled around the room, feeling over some stuff animals that fell on the floor, pushing them around and turning them over in hopes of finding anything that would resemble a key.  At one point Noah thought he had found something, but it was little more than a large zipper that held together one of his larger toys.  Noah’s stomach gurgled and then lurched, he needed to make a mess and soon.

Drew smiled as he watched Noah from his “Daddy Cam.”  He could see panic start to set in as Noah’s need to dump his dirty mess became all the more pressing.  Noah tumbled around the room, sweeping his arms trying to find anything in his blind stupor.  He climbed into his crib, flinging around all his pillows to no avail, only to accidentally fall out of the side and land on his padded bum.  Drew’s cock sprung to life as he heard a trumpeting fart puff out Noah’s backside.  He was bound to have quite the dirty boy on his hands.

Noah shuffled around until he felt a hard cabinet in front of him with drawer handles.  Realizing he must’ve found the changing table, he tried to open the sides but he found that they were locked themselves.  Daddy was quite clear that Noah wasn’t allowed to change out of his own stinky pampers and kept the supplies out of his hands.  Noah tried to think where else the key could possibly be in his room, but without being able to see anything, it seemed almost impossible to find.  Noah tried his best to stand up, leaning over the top of the changing table trying to feel around for anything.  Back on his own two feet, however, Noah felt his gut lurch.

Noah hunched over and held his arms next to his stomach as cramps caused his abdomen to spasm.  His body wasn’t used to holding in his messes in for so long with his diapers just but a push away.  Drew saw his little boy in a near squat and knew it was about time for the fireworks. Noah tried his hardest to keep himself from losing control, but his tired muscles quickly gave way as he felt his large load sliding towards his quivering hole.  Noah cried out, humiliated as he crossed his legs trying to create any sort of seal.  He stood there exhausted and panting, as his gut lurched in waves.

As one gut-wrenching cramp struck him, Noah gasped in shock and could feel his stinky mess beginning to pile into his diaper seat.  Drew opened the door to see his boy in the bear suit, hunched over as little toots and crackles could be heard from his diaper as the bear suit bulged outwards.  Noah could feel his load squishing up his butt crack and creeping towards the front as more and more of the stinky pile rushed to find space within his now fetid padding.  Noah could feel the smelly poop smothering his balls and slowly squishing up his now rock-hard cock.

Noah heard clapping from behind him as Drew entered the room.  “Well well well… I’m not sure about the woods but I think a bear certainly poops in his diapers.” Drew taunted as Noah cringed in utter humiliation.  Even when he wore diapers for the last two months, he never fully lost control of his bowels like he just did, and Daddy just witnessed him undoubtedly packing his pampers to the maximum. To make matters worse, the raw stench of his utterly loaded diaper was almost suffocating, the smell of his failure was all but inescapable as the bear suit made sure to keep it almost all sealed inside.

“Sorry Noah, I tried to tell you that you weren’t ready for the potty like a big boy yet.”  Drew taunted as he plucked the key off of a string which hung above them, easily out of reach for a certain boy who confined his searching to the ground.  Drew bent down and rubbed the front of Noah’s diaper through the suit, causing the humiliated boy to moan with pleasure.  “Now, how’s about I show you what this little suit can do.”  Drew smiled as he pressed a button on a small remote.  Noah suddenly felt a sensation surrounding the front of his diaper, it started slowly vibrating but quickly picked up speed.  Noah buckled in the suit, thrusting his rock-hard cock into the poopy mess which spread even further up the front of his diaper.  Noah moaned and rolled around, the vibrations driving him wild, he laid back on his large load and felt himself sinking into the smelly mess, smearing further up his back and seeping out of the diaper.  After a full minute of the sensation, Noah could no longer stop himself as he thrust forward and buckled, waves of hot semen splattered into the front of his diaper, mixing in with the already smothered mess now completely covering his cock.

Noah laid on the ground in exhaustion, fully satisfied from his orgasm.  He felt his bladder release on cue as the slimy mess turned to liquid mush around his crotch.  He could feel a wet feeling dripping out of his leg holes as his dirty diaper began to leak out.  Drew watched with a raging boner as dark brown stains started to form around the legs of the bear.  The worst of all was the large brown splotch from his poop seeping up the back of the diaper, smearing the backside of the suit so horribly, Drew didn’t think the stain would ever come out.

“Looks like my little baby bear had quite the diaper blowout.”  Drew whispered to Noah through the suit.  “Unfortunately, I don’t think Daddy has the time to clean this mess up right now, he’s got business that needs taking care of.”  Drew said lustfully, rubbing the front of his slacks. “Daddy please, it stinks so bad in here…”  Noah cried out, the harsh stink of the bear suit seeping into every breath of air the poor boy tried to inhale.  Drew pretended not to hear him however as he outfitted Noah’s locking crib with a plastic sheet.  “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be sure to clean you up nice and tidy later, but right now someone’s fussy and needs a nap.”  Noah felt Drew lift him into his arms and lay him into the crib, Noah winced as his butt pressed against the sheets and further spread the poopy mess barely contained in his suit.  Drew locked the top of the crib, effectively leaving the boy in a crib-styled cage to stew in the stink of his thoroughly used diaper. “Besides, I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson quite yet.”  Noah lay there as the stench assaulted his nostrils, feeling his sloppy mess smearing his body further with every movement, wishing he had just used his diaper to begin with.  Drew walked out of the nursery with a silver stain in his own boxer-briefs, unable to control himself watching his new boyfriend’s humiliation come to fruition.

“I think I found a keeper.” He thought to himself.

I never thought I’d be sharing these stories with anyone but I figured it’s worth a try. Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

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March, 2012

• Me (B): 5ft 8in; 130 lbs
• Cousin (S): 5ft 10in; 180 lbs

I had just moved into the same city as my cousin. It was like we were on summer vacation all the time. Things were going great. One day my brother and I went over to my grandmother’s house where my cousin was staying for a couple days while his parents were out of town. My brother went out to meet the neighbors and S was on the computer. I was in the kitchen getting in a snack when S asked me to join him in the room and bring two sodas.

S: What do you know about sex

B: Literally nothing. We’ve talking about it in school but I don’t really get it

He moves the cursor and the screen comes to life. There’s a woman on her knees sucking this huge white rod coming out of a guy’s crotch. My eyes instantly widened and I could feel my heart quicken. I did not like what I was watching but I was curious. 

B: Why the fuck is he being so mean to her?

S: She seems to be enjoying it.

B: Yeah… I’m not sure.

We browsed through a few more videos and each time the cocks caught my attention. I kept asking more questions.

B: Are penises actually that big?

S: I think so. Mine isn’t that big though.

B: Yeah mine is tiny compared to that. It looks pretty good.

S: What about the girl’s tits. They’re fucking hot.

B: Oh yeah. They’re impressive.

My brother knocked on the door and that was that. The rest of the day we kept looking at each other and laughing a little – we had a little secret and it was intoxicating. 

We all decided to sleepover at my grandmother’s that night but then my brother decided to go home and sleep next to our mom. S and I set up sleeping bags in the guest room because the bed was small and kicked back with the lights off and the radio on. We were quite for a little while but then he broke the silence.

S: You know, there are lots of people who actually masturbate together.

B: Huh?

S: I think it’s called circle masturbation, when guys get together, watch porn and jerk off.

B: But what’s jerking off?

S got up and looked at me. I could tell his mouth was open even though the lights were off. He gave me his phone and pointed to the door.

S: Go watch something like what we saw earlier today. Search for whatever you want and put the word porn next to it. Once your dick gets a little hard, start rubbing it. If you’re not sure what to do just google masturbation porn. Make sure something white comes out of your dick. It’ll take like 10/20 minutes. Don’t come out of the bathroom until then.

I was super confused. I had no idea what he was talking about and honestly was kind of scared. He sounded so excited, like I was about to get the best Christmas gift of my life. I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I turned the phone on and sat down with my back against the door.

………..”porn” – enter

I was honestly a little lost so I just clicked on some random videos and started watching. There was something happening in my body for sure. I could feel a tightness growing in my stomach, my breathing getting faster, I felt a desire for something but I just didn’t know what. I watched the guys touching their junk and acting like idiots. I found it a little funny, yanking on their dicks like that, making faces and sounds that just weren’t normal. But at the same time I wanted to be in the room with them. I wanted to do it with them, and be a part of the whole thing. I set the phone against the shower door and leaned back, paying more attention to the growing member between my legs. It was a good 5 inches long now and I could feel lit aching a little. I started to stroke it like the men on my cousin’s phone. 

The first stroke was a little painful. The head of my cock was a little dry and the foreskin didn’t really glide, but steadily scraped back and forth with the motion of my hand. But it felt different. My legs were moving involuntarily and I let out a little gasp. I wanted more. I didn’t know what it was, the expression on my face was one of confusion and utter desperation. I started going faster and faster. At this point the phone could have died and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was my hand, my dick, and this feeling! 5 minutes into the rage I started shooting this weird slime all over my chest and face. I started gasping and heaving at the same time – partly in extreme pleasure and partly in shock that my body could do something like this.

S: Shut the fuck up I can hear you from the room!

B: Huh?

I felt spent. I had no idea what was going on. I tried to move but I couldn’t I was just stuck there.

S: Are you okay?

B: I don’t know

S: I’m coming in

He took the little stick we kept above the doorframe and shoved it into the handle. There was a little click and he came in. He saw the cum all over my face and chest and smiled.

S: Looks like it worked.

He got a towel from the cabinet and threw it to me. He went over to the sink and got me a glass of water.

S: It’s totally natural, don’t worry about it. How do you feel?

B: Amazing. But what the heck was that? How?

I cleaned up and went back to the room. S picked into our grandma’s room to make sure she was still asleep, and then came in.

B: That was so amazing. I felt like I was the king of the world for a second. I never knew I could feel so much at once! Got me thinking about what it might feel like to have your dick sucked or to fuck someone. If I can make myself feel so good alone imagine how amazing it would be with another person.

S: I know man I’ve been thinking the same thing since I found those sites. I don’t know what to do. You can’t just go up to a girl and start talking about this kind of stuff.

B: But I really wanna try it!

Silence. Pin drop silence. 

I got up and turned the light off, the fan on, and the radio off. We just laid there for a while.

B: So if guys can masturbate together, do they do other things together?

S: What do you mean?

B: Well do guys suck other guys’ dicks?

S: I mean, I don’t see why not? But that kind of seems gross. Why would I want to suck a dick? 

B: I would try it. It doesn’t seem that bad.

S: Hahaha

B: What do you say?

S: WHAT? I’m your cousin!

B: Yeah you’re right. Fuck sorry I got carried away. First time and all.

S: Hmm

Silence.

At this point I honestly think both of us knew where this was going. I could feel it from within, I wanted to do this. I was hungry. It was instinct. I kid you not, I never really engaged in the dirty talk at school and my parents made me fast forward all the kissing scenes. I never thought about sex as a concept. After busting a load and watching porn, it was like I had changed and my body was seeking all these new things. I just wanted to have that look of fulfillment on my face like all those pornstars.

S: I think we can still try jacking off together. 

B: Okay so how would that work?

S: Don’t over think it let’s just watch something and masturbate next to each other.

I didn’t really get why he was getting so annoyed but I went along with it. I really couldn’t see anything in the dark. I could hear him breathing harder, he was moving weird under the blanket, and his hands were definitely doing something fast. I was hard as a rock and I was slowly stroking myself. The only thing I wanted at that point was for the light to be on. But I kept quiet. We were persistent for about 10 minutes. 

S: I think I’m close!

I still regret it to this day but as soon as he said that, something inside me took over and I just grabbed his dick. I flicked his hand aside, grabbed his dick and kept going. He gasped in shock and gently pushed my shoulder, but then he gripped it tight. He was literally gasping for air and I could feel these warm strands jetting out of his dick all over my arm and the sheets. It smelled horrible and I couldn’t get enough. It was the first disgusting smell that made the hairs on my neck stand. I wanted to bathe in it.

As I slowed down the pace, I realized how much bigger his penis was compared to mine. For some reason the harder I gripped it, the harder I got. It was so veiny and much thicker than mine too. I gulped and got nervous at the reaction I was having. The porn was just an after thought. Eventually I came too.

Both of us wiped up and just went to sleep. Not a word.

On his 50th birthday, Greg decides to organize a smorgasbord, but a very special version of the original Swedish smörgåsbord which is a buffet offering a variety of foods and dishes such as hors d’oeuvres, hot and cold meats, smoked and pickled fish, cheeses, salads, and relishes. He has been around the gay scene for ages, has met tricks left and right, and has experienced a variety of sexual gratifications. He chooses five dishes for his private birthday smorgasbord party: mouth, armpits, nipples, cock and ass. He has never been into heavy foot fetish.

As a librarian-archivist, Greg keeps records of his partners’performances. A black notebook lists the name, date and place of each sexual encounter in chronological order since his coming out in 1974. There are over 10,000 entries with a rating system consisting of up to ten stars. In the 1990s, Greg found a phallus stamp and got rid of the star code. He spends a whole week to list only the 10-cock stars. He has obviously lost track of many hot studs, but manages to contact the five birthday guests he wants to host and taste in harmony, not to say gluttony. Greg and his five guests can interact freely, of course.

As you may have already figured out, the mouth is a versatile menu item used for kissing, sucking nipples and cock, licking armpits and eating an ass hole. The secret lies in the art of tasting. Let’s take the example of the armpits where taste and smell go hand in hand. Greg adores man scent. He asks Jim not to shower so that he can sniff and lick him clean. “Nothing worse than going in to lick a pit and getting a mouthful of deodorant!” Hairy is definitely a must and armpits after a hard work out top the list. Jim fulfils these conditions. His armpits are a spot where pheromones are really strong. “My dear Greg, this is better than any hit of poppers!” Jim’s illustrates well how armpits are associated to masculinity, power and virile sex.

I have recently published a short story on the sexual gratification obtained by nipple play. I will not repeat myself, but will stress that many guys get hard by sucking a man’s tits or having their own nipples squeezed, pinched and sucked. For Greg, they are two golden opportunities to get aroused. Henry is the guest who will offer Greg to feed on a unique tap of Virility. Henry’s lightly hairy nipples are perky and super sensitive. Greg buries in face in the crevasse while twisting firmly the buttons. That is just a prelude to a hot sought-after experience: jerking off by rubbing his cock on Henry’s virile tits. Greg engages in that fuckin hot practice with enthusiasm and wild energy. He keeps some white gold for Jim’s armpits too. All three sniff, lick and suck, releasing sweat that spices their threesome adventure.

For most straight people, an ass is something used to sit on or shit out. You well know that we see the rear end quite differently. Spanking, rimming, fucking, and fisting come to mind instantly. Greg has a very tight ass hole is not into painful penetration; but since he has a rather long and thick cut cock, he loves to shove it in a man’s butt, with a preference for bareback performance. He also adores rimming. Greg can eat a guy’s ass for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack. For his 50th anniversary, he has scheduled a chocolate treat. Barry is a Black guy with a smooth wide rear end and a perky rosebud. Greg caresses, kisses and licks the firm dark peach before tongue-twisting his way inside to taste the divine hole. Barry has to moan with pleasure and beg on his knees to have Greg fuck him hard and deep while he alternately sucks off Jim and Henry.

Greg has a reserve of white gold and adores to make double use of his creamy reward. His pounding is so strong, so deep, that Barry has the impression that Greg is knocking on his heart. “Don’t stop! Make me your slave! Fuck me like a gay demon!” These submissive calls energize Greg and increase both the volume and the power of his satanic tool. His outpour of jizz floods Barry’s shit hole, but that is only the first step. Greg pulls out his wild engine and positions himself to receive what he has given. Barry is an obedient servant and pushes back the thick man juice so that Greg can felch it greedily. As you can imagine, Greg does not swallow the whole load, he keeps part of it to cream Barry’s, Jim’s and Henry’s face in a wild French kiss exchange.

As mentioned above, Greg is well endowed. He loves to have his dynamite stick sucked while reciprocating: 69 is a must. For this anniversary present, he calls upon Jean-Marc, a French-Canadian lumberjack equipped like a stallion to fuck his mouth. Jean-Marc’s uncut tool quickly sports a huge purple knob that Greg licks like a lolipop while squeezing the huge hairy balls. Jean-Marc loves to make Greg choke with pleasure. His bitte (bat) is trained to explore his partner’s taste buds. Jean-Marc is 100% gay and a firm believer of flooding any tapette’s (faggot) mouth with thick white gold, like a snow storm. He wants to see his cum overflow and drip on Greg’s lips and chin, then clean it with swallow-kisses. While Greg gradually approaches his climax, and before he explodes in the lumberjack’s mouth which acts like a vacuum, Jean-Marc gets to suck Barry, Jim and Henry all in one mouthful.

Oral sex is not limited to 69 and rimming. Greg’s last guest is Farhad, a dark skin Iranian who adores using his mouth not only to kiss. His name means “helper” in the Persian language, and Farhad intends to help Greg celebrate his 50th anniversary in style. A sweet kiss is the first step, but Farhad is a creative partner and he quickly switches in second gear by spitting in Greg’s mouth and sucking his tongue to get back his saliva. The next step or gear consists in covering Greg with hot Persian lips and breath on just about every part of his body: ear lobes, neck, pectorals, armpits, navel, balls, cock, ass cheeks, and ass hole. Barry offers his toes. Jim gets a thigh swap. Henry feels Farad’s lips on his nipples. Last but not least, Jean-Marc pees on the Persian lips.

The birthday party is a smashing success. Jim (armpits), Henry (nipples), Barry (ass play), Jean-Marc (cock sucking), and Farhad (kissing) all get 10 on 10, a total of 50 points for a 50th anniversary.

Just met a young pup, I am quite an experienced master but have no experience in ‘PUP’ or ‘FUR’, I am hoping by writing this I can get some feedback and advice how to use this pup and I will in turn write about it in the next chapters.  Feedback to [email protected].

This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting adult.  If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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Pup Wills

I am a 53 year old guy, have a sort of handyman, building business in Scotland.  I have in the past owned the odd twink, love owning a nice young ass and mouth for my pleasure, enjoy how they look to you as an Alpha, controlling them as I please.

I had not owned a twink for a couple of years, last one was a student from Stirling University, he served me well for a few years before he graduated and moved away.

Received a call from what sounded like a younger guy to have a look at an apartment he had just bought which needed some major work.  He explained he had done most of the hard work, knocked down walls, cleared kitchen etc and took away all the crap, music to my ears.  But there was something in his voice made my cock twitch, something that had not happened in a while.

We arranged for me to come over, went over one evening to check it out.  When arrived he introduced himself as Wills and shook my hand.  I’d say he was around 20, tall, probably 6ft2, very slim, extremely cute boyish looks with lovely floppy hair.  He was wearing a t-shirt and jogging shorts, the kind that show of a guys cock quite nicely.  Told him my names was Alan and that I was impressed with the clear-out and could see he was actually living here.  He said had no choice and wanted to do the work bit by bit.

I wanted to see what was underneath his t-shirt and shorts, I had a sense he may well be my next boy to own, I had to figure a way to discover if he was looking for a master.

I put my tool box down, took out my pad and pen and handed him my measuring tape, and with the hand shake left the contact of hands last a bit normal than usual.

The plan was for him to take me around his apartment letting me know what he wanted then I would go back and measure up.

We moved to the bathroom, was not very big, bit of a squeeze for both of us to get in.  I thought now or never to find out if he interested in daddy cock.  As he was explaining, I said and very specific with my words “Hold this boy, I need to take a piss”.  I handed him my pad and pen and proceeded to take out my thick master cock from my trousers and started to take a long piss.  I was deliberate in not facing away from him but letting him see everything.  “Carry on” I said to him, “what else you need in here and make sure you write it on my pad”   

He tried not to stare but could not help himself, he stuttered “eh I also need” as he pointed to something, but not really looked away from my cock. The jogging shorts were too loose in trying to hide his cock twitching and getting hard.  I knew from then he was going to be mine, just found my new boy.

As I was putting my cock back he quickly walked out the bathroom trying to hide his embarrassment, “hey Wills” I called out, he turned and I swear he almost said “yes sir” but stopped himself.  “My pad and pen boy”  he handed them over, once again I kept hold of his hand slightly longer than normal.

It was time for me to own this boys mouth and ass.  I handed him a set of my van keys, “here boy, go get the red tool box from the back of my van”, he took them and walked out his apartment, I knew I had 5 minutes by time he went there and got back.  Google page was on his computer in the livingroom, I walked over and clicked on history, to my delight, there it was, various sites on Masters & Slaves, BDSM and to my surprise and something I had never done before PUP and FUR.

I went into my toolbox, took out a hammer and 6inch nail, grabbed a step ladder and put the nail into one of the exposed joists in the ceiling.  Got back down, returned the ladder then walked over to his computer clicked on one the porn links he had looked at and a video started of a twink collared and tied to a wall with a master fucking his ass and waited on his return.

Wills walked back into his livingroom with my red tool box, I knew it was locked so he had no idea of the contents.  The moaning of the twink being fucked by a master echoed around the room, it took him a second to figure out where the noise was from then the realisation that it was one of the videos from his computer, a video he had watched, wanked and toyed his cunt to, he stopped suddenly looking at me red faced, not knowing what to do.

“You a fag cunt?” I shouted, “You a cock whore” as I pointed to the computer.  He was stunned, started to stutter, trying to ask why I was on his computer, I slapped his face, not hard, but hard enough to know I meant business.  “Stop stuttering slut, tell me, are you a faggot?”

“Put that tool box over there next to the sofa slut”  He obeyed, looking terrified, as he bent down to put the tool box down I kicked his ass and he lost his balance and fell onto the sofa.

I got on top of him, he probably weighed about 60kg, I was much heavier, he did not even try to fight, he had accepted that I was much much more powerful.  “I am going to teach you to be my slave boy, I am your new master”  I leaned down and unlocked the red toolbox he brought, I pulled the 4m length of chain and various padlocks.  The chain was put around his neck and once I knew it was not choking him, but could get it off either I put a padlock through the links.  

“Your mine now cunt, I am gonna destroy your ass and mouth tonight and from now on I own you boy, I will use you only for my own pleasure”  His eyes were wide open, in shock, fear, but I seen him look at my thick cock earlier, he wants it.

I spun him around so his face was in the sofa, I pulled his hands to his back, got a cable tie from the toolbox and tied his hands together.  From the box I pulled out a ball gag, I pulled his hair back, raising his head from the sofa, “open your mouth cunt”, he was too slow, so I slapped his face, “open slut”.  He opened his mouth, I pushed in the ball gag and tied it at the back of his head.

I stood up, helped him off the sofa, gaged, tied and collared, my cock was getting hard.  I pulled the chain to the middle of the room, “come on Wills keep up”, as I pulled the chain hard, he quickly caught up.

I got the step ladder, pulled the chain tight till he was next to be, “get on your tip toes boy” he followed my orders, I hooked the chain on the 6inch nail I hammered in earlier.  I stood back, he was on his tip toes in his tshirt and jogging shorts, totally helpless with me in charge.  “This is what you want boy, I know you want a master, and I am going to be it”

From my main tool box I removed a stanley knife, his eyes nearly popped out his head, “calm down boy, but stand still, don’t move”.  I took the knife, held his tshirt from his body and cut right down the middle.  I ripped the tshirt apart, exposing his pale athletic body, he was moving around on his toes. ”Relax boy, there no point trying to resist”  I ran my hand up and down his torso, he kept pulling back, obviously a sensitive boy.  I moved behind him, I moved my hard cock in my jeans to where is hands were tied, let him feel just what he was doing to me and what was in store for him.

I was kissing his neck, my hands now wrapped around him, starting to play with his nipples, he was flinching.  I whispered in his ears “your mine now Wills, relax, don’t fight it” I took his nipples in both my hands, played with them, flicking them, then started to pull them hard.  I could hear him scream behind the gag, his toes moving forward to ease the pain, I let go.  “its ok Wills, you will learn the difference of pleasure and pain”.  I pulled on his nips again and twisted and the same time, he lunged forward.  I moved to the front of him, stroked his hair, his nipples were red and erect, I started to suckle on them, they must have been really sensitive, I could hear him beg to stop.

I grabbed some baby oil from my tool box and squirted on his bare chest, not a single hair, and rubbed it in.  Everytime I touch his nipples he pulled back, “its ok boy, Master gonna treat you well”

His body glistened, “mmmm” I said “what a body to own”  I pulled down his shorts, revealing a pair of long legged tight boxers, there was some marks on the front of dried precum, obviously he did like the sight of my cock having a pee.

I got my knife again, “don’t move cunt”, he froze, not even breath.  I cut a small hole on the ass of his boxers.  Enough just for one finger, I moved to the front of him, let him see my suck on my finger, getting it all wet, I stated to kiss his neck, whispering in his ear that I owned him.  While doing this I found the hole in his boxers, pushed thru my wet finger, found his pussy, teased for a second then rammed in my finger.  He moved forward, I grabbed one his nipples with my other fingers, pulled him back as I whispered “let master rape your cunt as I pushed my finger so hard in his cunt, his toes left the ground.

I pulled my finger from his ass to my mouth, oh the sweet taste of boi pussy.  I wanted to see more of him, I wanted him naked.  I put a couple of fingers in the hole in his boxers and ripped them apart, OMG what a pussy, what an ass, so smooth, so tight, so small.  Not a single hair, surely my boy cant be the same everywhere, I could hardly contain myself.  I grabbed the knife, don’t move boy, he froze again on his toes.  I cut the material at the top of his boxers, just before the waist band.  I then pulled down the material, exposing his cock and balls, not a single hair.  “Oh my my” I said “look at my smooth twink, my smooth slave, not a single hair, I am really gonna enjoy you”

I started to wank his cock, “Don’t fight it boy, you know you want this”  The look of fear in his eyes were gone, it was more surrender, there was no point.  He started to get hard, precum leaking, I gathered it up and put it on my tongue.

I could tell his ass was tight, if I was gonna enjoy my thick cock in him,I would need to open him up.  I closed over my normal tool box and told him to put one foot on it, he obeyed and enjoyed the relief of not being stretched.  I moved the tool box, forcing him to spread his legs and giving me better access to his ass.  I had to do it, even though would give him so much pleasure and I normally wait a while for that, but I knelt behind him and started to eat out his cunt, really just to get his pussy wet, but also because it was such good eating, so smooth.

His ass was twitching, he was moaning thru his gag, it was starting to open up, I was managing to get my tongue deep in his pussy.  When I was satisfied it was wet enough and open enough, I reached into my red toolbox and brought out a small butt plug.  I was just gonna force it in, but instead I covered it in lube, “stay steady boy”  I played with the butt plug for a while, just teasing his cunt, he would move sometimes, I slapped his rock solid cock hard, “stay still cunt” he froze.  After a while of teasing and pushing the top in and out, I put my arm around his waist, held him tight and finally I felt the plug ease by his barrier and grab the plug, I heard him gasp and take a deep breath.

I moved away the tool box his foot was on and said “ok Wills, be a good boy and make sure that not fall out, your master has work to do” 

I took my pad and carried on measuring and calculating the work that was required in his apartment.  Every so often looking over and making sure my boy was ok, there he was on his tip toes, tshirt ripped apart exposing his chest and his boxers cut to shreds exposing his smooth cock, balls and ass where I could just about see the top of the butt plug.  As I was working away I heard a thud, I looked over and the plug was on the floor.  “Tut tut boy”, I went into my red box and brought out a leather whip, I whipped his ass, leaving a mark and his body jolted forward, “you want more cunt” his eyes wide open, shaking his head, I could hear him moan behind his gag, “no no!!”

“Your ass obviously getting opened up, you obviously need a bigger plug”  I went into my tool box and brought out a larger plug, lubed it up, same process, but as his hole already open, was a bit easier, I held his waist, “Deep breath boy”, he gasped, I pushed in the larger plug.  I held the whip his face “you want more” he shook his head, “well hold that tight” I was heading back to work and looked around, his ass cheeks were so clenched, I slapped his ass, “good boy, Master is impressed”

He was a good boy while I continued my work, there was one more change of plug, once again larger size, his pussy was well and truly gaped.  I could see he was getting tired after about an hour and 3 different plugs and all my work was almost done.  I went to his bedroom and had a look around, after some searching I found some butt plugs, one with a dogs tail shaped rubber on the end and the other with a long fur tail, my cock went sold imagining my boy in them.  I lay them on the bed, use them later.

I went back to him, took the step ladder, told him that I was gonna unhook him and he would better not drop the plug, “you understand boy” he nodded yes

I unhooked him and he fell to his knees, but the plug stayed in.  I grabbed the plug and twisted it around, he was moaning like fuck, not sure pleasure or pain, but I enjoyed it.

I pulled on the chain, the end still collared him and directed him to his small dining table, he stood in front of it, I cut the cable ties around his wrist, he enjoyed the freedom, “rub both wrists I said” he done so and could see the relief in his face.

I kept a hold of the chain and walked to the opposite side of the table, and pulled on the chain, “lie on the table boy, don’t drop that plug or your getting whipped” he shuffled over and lay on the table.  I pulled through the chain under the table and tied to the back table legs when I was happy he was secure.  I made sure his cock was hanging down just rubbing against the edge of the table edge.

I twisted the plug, he was moaning, I used the cable ties to secure his legs and arms to each leg of the table.  There he was, my new boy, gagged, plugged, collared and tied to a dining table, only this time he is being served to me.

I could feel the precum oozing from my thick cock, I removed the ball gag from his mouth, he took a few deep breathes.  There was a lot of spit around his mouth from the gag, I licked it all off.  “There you go boy”

I stood up and took out my cock, the same cock he stared at earlier, precum was everywhere.  “stick out your tongue slut” I instructed, his tongue was straight out.  I rubbed my cock around his tongue, I pulled back my foreskin, “lick it clen boy”  he done it, every single drop was licked off.  “You ready to get face fucked”  he nodded his head, I slapped him, “you ready to get face fucked boy?”  Yes was his reply, I slapped him again “you ready to get face fucked boy”, he finally gave up and gave himself to me,  “Yes Sir, I am ready”

I took a handful of his hair, raised his head and held it, ok Wills open up.  My thick cock entered, I proceeded to face fuck him, rape his mouth, he was gagging, spit and precum hanging from his mouth to my cock when I pulled out.  I told him to breathe when I pulled out and hold his breathe when I held the back of his head and pulled him tight with my cock going down his throat.  The butt plug fell out and made a thud on the floor.  He looked at me and I was saying “tut tut boy”, “please sir, please don’t whip me, please please”

I moved to the back of him, I wanted to whip him but there was his smooth boi pussy gaped like nothing I had seen before twitching in fear of being whipped but also because he loved it, he loved being exposed to his new master.  I picked up the plug moved to the front of him, “please don’t whip me sir”  I grabbed his hair raised his face and started to kiss him, we kissed passionately for 2 or 3 minutes, I then asked him to open his mouth wide, I showed him the butt plug covered in his ass juices, I licked it a few times and said “you clean the rest” and installed the butt plug in his mouth, “don’t drop it boy”  

I moved to the back of him, I had tasted his ass from the plug and wanted more, time to give this boy some pleasure.  His ass still open and begging for his master, I wanted to fist it, but that was for another day, I proceeded to lick around the edge, he started to moan, I then started to assault his ass with my tongue as deep as I could, endless for about 30 mins.  I started to stroke his rock hard cock, rubbed some lube on it, pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the top of his knob with the palm of my hand.  His legs were shaking he was trying to say things with the butt plug in his mouth.  “spit it out boy, tell me what you are saying”

The plug fell to the floor, he was panting “OMG sir, eat my cunt, rim my cunt, rape me with your tongue, please sir own me, I want to be yours, please sir fuck my cunt with your big master cock.  When I seen your master cock in the bathroom, I wanted you to own me”

“you sure you want my cock boy, you want my seed” he could hardly speak “please sir use my ass as you want”  I pulled my jeans to my knees, my boxers to just below my ass, stroked my cock a couple of times, pushed it towards his open pussy and put all my weight onto him till he felt my cock right up his shitter, he squealed “Oh my fucking god master your cock is amazing”   

I fucked him for 5 or 10 minutes, every so often id pull out and hear the noise from his ass expelling air, Id walk around to his face, “open cunt” he would obey and I would let him taste his ass juices and get me ready for another assault on his cunt.  I was just about to fuck him and noticed precum flowing from his hard cock, I kneeled down started to wank him off, rim his cunt, then lick his smooth balls, down to his cock, taking his cock in my mouth.

“Sir Sir I am going to cum, please sir can I cum.  I continued to wank him, put my other hand below his cock and started to rape his cunt with my tongue while wanking harder and harder.  He was now shouting, moaning, “oh my god, oh my god,im gonna cum”

It was when my tongue was deep inside his pussy, I felt his cock stiffen and could feel his cum heading to his slit.  I started to feel his cum on my free hand and it was an epic load, but although he wanted to, I did not stop, I continued to milk my slut while continuing to finger or rim his cunt.  “please sir stop, stop, ive came”  I said I will stop when I want to and slapped his ass.  I did not stop for a full 5 minutes, his legs were shaking, the table was shaking, he was begging all the time for me to stop.  “You want my whip boy” “no sir please sir no”, I continued to milk him till I was satisfied I had every drop from his balls.  My hand was full, I moved to the front of him, I licked some of his spunk from my hand then kissed him, transferring it over, I continued till it was all gone.

“Time for you to take your masters load”, I stripped moved behind him, and proceeded to rape his ass, it did not take long till I was coming and filling his ass, I made sure he had every drop.

When finished I pulled out, walked to his bedroom, picked up the fur plug walked back, he was shocked to see I had it.  “whats this boy, into fur, you ganna be my little pup” and shoved it in his ass.

Then I moved to the front of him, “clean my cock slut” he licked it clean.

I untied him, “don’t drop the plug boy” “no sir” was his reply.

“follow me to your bed”, I lay on it, he lay next to me, “lick my nipples boy” I told him that’s what I expected him to do when I was relaxing or if he wanted to get me horny, he suckled on them till I fell asleep.

I woke up a couple of hrs later, I could smell the coffee next to me, I saw him in the livingroom walking around naked with the fur plug still in and the chain still around his neck, he had wrapped the rest of the chain around his waist and put a padlock on it.

“you ok boy” I shouted through, “oh yes sir” he replied, he walked into the room, lay next to me and started to lick and suck on my nipples.  Its gonna be an interesting renovation.

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That is the end of Chapter 1, as I said this is real, as you will have read, I do have experience in master/slaves, but zero in PUP and FUR, can I maybe get some ideas from you folks?

If you could email me some stuff, I will play it out with him and let you know how I get on.

[email protected]

Cheers

Alan

“No, don’t you dare come yet. Not before me,” I growled. And the big hairy ape of a man held off, as, crouched on his lap, facing him, rising and falling on his monster cock, leveraging off the balls of my feet placed on either side of his hips, I dug the fingernails of my left hand in his right shoulder blade and pumped my cock with my right hand, rubbing it up and down on his hairy belly.

With a shudder and a cry of “I’m coming,” I did, shooting cum up into the dark curls on his bulging pecs. I arched back, grasping his knees as he sat on the end of the bed in the Amsterdam hotel room, with me in his lap, facing him, legs bent and feet flat on the mattress on either side of him, and rocked on his hard shaft.

“Yes, yes, drown me in cum now,” I hissed, and he did, his strong, calloused hands gripping my waist and his fat, stretching cock pulsing, throbbing, me panting and him giving little grunts, as once, twice, three times, he tightened and released, tightened and released, blasting me deep with his strong gush of cum. He did this even better than his identical twin brother Brad did.

Ben’s hands slid up to under my shoulder blades, pulling my torso back up to his, the hairiness of his twenty-six-year-old muscular chest rubbing against my two-year-older smooth pecs, as he leaned his handsome-ugly workman’s face in for a kiss. I turned my head to avoid that, moved my hands to palm his pecs, and pushed him back, fighting to control my breathing, to bring me back from the heights of passion and release. He was much too dangerous. I couldn’t let myself be enslaved by him again.

“No, I’ve gotten what I want from you,” I growled and, twisting, I rolled off his lap, leaned down to scoop up my share of the clothes that had been shed at the base of the bed, and headed for the bathroom. “When I’ve showered, please be gone,” I said.

He laughed, dismissed, but still victorious because I hadn’t been able to resist using that monstrously thick and long cock of his again, as I’d done in New York, continually trying to break from him, always returning to the power of his huge cock over me.

It had been no different here than in New York. I had been lured to Europe, to Amsterdam, by my agent’s secretive negotiations over an audition of a movie role—so secret that he wouldn’t tell me much about it either, other than giving a price tag that was beyond enticing as well as a fee to show up for the audition that was three times what was sufficient for a weekend of auditioning. My TV series, Clouds over Antibes, was on hiatus. In this series I played the central role of an American wanderer, sailing a boat in the Mediterranean in the leadup to World War II, who sustains himself by selling himself to other men as he progresses across the Mediterranean and who has been stranded in Antibes with a group of like-minded men, including sexy Frenchmen, a Brit, an Italian, a Spaniard, and even a German. There were vibes the series run would not be renewed. A new movie role would be a lifesaver.

Ben Hayden had met me at the Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam and brought me to this hotel, saying I would be picked up at 5:00 p.m. the next day to be taken to the audition site. No other information had been given. I was disconcerted as I hadn’t expected to see Ben again—ever—and certainly not here in Amsterdam. Ben was a lighting technician. He was talented in that, of course, but that’s all he was, a young, rough, lower-class lighting technician. Ben was one of a set of identical twins, the other one being Brad, an actor I’d appeared with in different versions of a play I wrote. Ben had been the lighting technician for that. The two of them, both hairy, thuggish studs, had taught me how to take double penetration, which was quite sexy when the two men, one in front and one in back, were virtually identical. It also was overwhelming, and I had pledged to try to avoid it once I had broken away from it—especially after I’d discovered they’d surreptitiously filmed it and posted it to fee sites on the Internet.

Except that Ben had the cock of a god, and I had discovered that when I was appearing in the TV movie filming of Strings, a play I had written and been in in an Off Broadway production, with Ben doing the lighting, while his brother, Brad, acted in the play. Ben appeared on the lighting crew again when the movie was done, once again with me in the “younger man” role, Trevor Mattingly in the “older man” role, and Ben’s brother, Brad, in the chauffeur role, as we all had taken in the play.

I hadn’t been attracted to Ben. He was a monster of a man, though younger than I was—tall and broad, good looking, but in a coarse, dock worker way, always sneering knowingly as if his lower-class coarseness somehow was superior to the rest of us. He wasn’t wrong in one aspect, though. He had a cock to command, and command me in New York it did. I had managed to break away from it only by having him removed from the production. His brother, Brad, hadn’t seemed to minded that, as he had better luck with me being agreeable to him fucking me.

And here Ben had reappeared in Amsterdam, to transport me to the Hans Brinker Hotel in the South Centrum section of the old city, on Kerkstraat, a prime gay district of the city, and to come up to my room with me, neither of us having questioned or voiced why. I had thought I was in control. He let me think I was. He didn’t do anything I didn’t tell him to do. He followed my demands and instructions to the letter. But once he was inside me, stretching me, fully possessing me, and regardless of whether I was on top, controlling the fuck, he owned me—and we both knew it.

He obeyed to the last. When I came out of the hotel room bathroom after taking my time showering, he was gone, as I had commanded him to do. But I didn’t fool myself. He owned me. I heard the laugh he gave before he was gone.

My dilemma with Ben was much the same as it had been with Trevor Mattingly, even though they were very different people, Trevor being aristocratic, elegant, and refined and Ben being a hairy, rough, almost thuggish. But they both had what it took to ring my chimes. I knew they were to be avoided, and I had been avoiding them, but I also knew that they were like the sun—I knew I’d get burned going there, but I couldn’t help myself from making the journey when they were within sight. I was my own worst enemy in this regard.

* * * *

“Interesting, isn’t it? Open it up. See the surprise within.”

As Trevor Mattingly handed me the drink, I’d been toying with a painted balsam-wood box fashioned in the shape of two men holding a third in a double penetration position. It was cleverly fashioned and painted to make the act look three-dimensional but also to require the observer to look at it carefully to fully discern what was being depicted and that it actually was a container. I discovered it was a box about the same time Mattingly had told me it was.

We were in an office behind the stage of a small theater not far from the Hans Brinker Hotel in Amsterdam but deeper into the gay district centered on Kerkstraat. If I’d been surprised that Ben Hayden, a theater technician I’d briefly hooked up with in New York while filming a version of Strings,had picked me up here in Amsterdam, I was completely floored that he had brought me to Trevor Mattingly. Indeed, I don’t think my agent realized just how far Mattingly and I had fallen out, but I don’t know what Trevor had done to manage to keep my agent silent on who had brought me to Amsterdam to discuss a film role.

We’d kept it a secret so as not to rock the boat in stage and theater circles for both of us, but I had a serious bone to pick with Mattingly. We had written the original stage script of Strings together—or, rather, I had done the conceptualization and writing and Mattingly had gotten backers to help us stage it. He and I were lovers at the time and living together as we pursued theater roles. Mattingly, fifteen years older than I was, produced and directed as well. We put Strings together for the two of us to have a play we could do together, and, ironically, it pretty much mirrored what subsequently happened to us in life.

Strings is a three-man, single-set play, played out in a writer’s study, much like this one, although perhaps quite a bit more plush than this office. The older character, which Trevor played, is a playwright who once had been famous and highly successful, but who is being robbed of ideas and writing ability by the effects of drink. He takes on a young male student—which was my role—to mentor in playwrighting. The student writes what the older man knows will be a blockbuster, and the older man realizes this can be the play that puts him at the top of the game—if he can claim it as his own. The peak of the play is the young man under the older one, being choked on a desk. There also is a hunky chauffeur, who forces himself on an intrigued and willing young student but who helps the older playwright solve his problem.

Up to the point of the choking, Strings had become my story with Mattingly. The spark of the play was his rejuvenation as a playwright, so he took ascendent writing credit for Strings and I let him do so to give the play life at the box office. His was the better-known name. I swallowed that. When he turned it into a TV movie, though, we had a falling out. Still, I appeared in the movie with him to ensure the sale of the project to backers and took my grievance to him privately. That hadn’t been resolved. This was the first time we’d been together in the flesh since then. Trevor was acting like there was no outstanding grievance between us.

I took a sip of the drink he’d handed me. If there had been any “off” taste to reveal it had something in it that shouldn’t be there, I was too focused on this whole situation and on the interesting box I held in my hand. If not for the box, perhaps I would have been more aware of the surroundings and how similar this was to the Strings plot. The older man had neutralized the age and fitness difference between the two in the play by slipping a drug in the younger man’s drink before choking him on the desk.

“Oh, it’s one of those Russian resting dolls,” I said. “What are those called—Matryoshka dolls?” When I opened the box, there was another lacquered balsam-wood box. This one depicted one of the dominating men depicted on the first box covering the submissive man in a missionary victim. And then when I opened that box, I found a depiction of the other dominating man covering the submissive man in a doggy position.

“Like Matryoshka dolls, yes,” Trevor said, coming over to me and touching me on the forearm. “But older. These are from China—and before the Russians were doing this. The Russians probably stole this idea from the Chinese.”

I blanched, wanting to say something—something about how appropriate that was—that he’d stolen Strings from me and had renewed it by doing it as a TV movie, just like nesting it inside the original that was done with these figures—and now was proposing renewing it again. All of this without reference to who had actually written the play—whose intellectual property it properly was. I knew I should get up, indignant, and flounce out of his office. But I didn’t. I didn’t even shirk from his touch on my forearm. It’s possible that that was the first inkling I had that he’d put something in my drink. I did feel a tingling and a weakness creeping in, although I attributed it to the anger I felt at what he was telling me. The question is why did I let him touch my forearm and stroke it. Was I still under his sexual sway as I had surprisingly found I was with Ben the previous day when I’d ridden his cock in the hotel room?

He had just hit me with the bombshell that had made this all seem like a Matryoshka doll situation. “I asked that you come to Amsterdam because I am launching a version of Strings for the stage here—for the gay district. I’ve rewritten it as a porn play. It always had homosexual undercurrents. That now comes out in the open. The play will be short, but it has four sex scenes—graphically acted. One as Clifford takes Neal on as a student, one when they have become established as lovers as well as collaborators, one where the chauffeur forces himself on the young student and Neal can’t claim it isn’t what he wants, and then at the end, when Clifford dispatches Neal on the desk. The dispatching will be done during sex.”

“A play? You want to remake Strings in to a pornographic play? Clifford and the chauffeur fucking Neal on stage for a live audience every weekday night and twice on Saturday.”

“Yes, precisely. This is Amsterdam. It will be a smash hit. Not just one cast, no. There will be two casts to give it flexibility. But the lead cast—I will play Clifford and I’d like you to come over for the opening run to take the role of Neal.”

“You want to fuck me three times every week day and six times on Saturday for a live crowd?”

“Yes, although we’re actors. And it wouldn’t be performed that frequently. We’ll manage to come across realistically even if we can’t get it up a time or two. I always did you well, didn’t I?”

Yes, he always had done me more than well, as a matter of fact. That complicated all of that. Even now, when he had moved behind me and was massaging my neck and shoulders, I was hard for him. That had muddled the whole issue up.

He wasn’t finished, though. “And beyond that, I want to film the stage play too—make a commercial video out of it. Make Strings into something like a Matryoshka doll. It had started as a legitimate stage play. Inside that was a TV movie. Now, inside that will be an avant-garde gay play—and then, at the core, a porn video. Isn’t that brilliant? We have film coverage from when we were together in the stage play. We’d just need to reshoot a couple of scenes to get the graphic sex in.”

“But the third character,” I said. “Brad Hayden isn’t here to play the scenes, is he?”

“No, he’s not. But Ben is his near double. Viewers will believe it’s one person—Brad in the existing film footage; Ben doing the sex scenes.”

Yes, I could see that. And, yes, it was brilliant. But that ignored the issue that it was mine—that I had written it—that he was deciding to do things with it when it didn’t belong to him.

That’s the first time I became fully aware that I had lost control of my body. I could feel everything. I could feel that Trevor had pulled my shirt over my head and was standing behind me, his hands on my pecs, massaging me there with his hands, toying with my nipples, getting me harder and harder. I was panting, but I could not control my movement. I was relaxing under his touch, stretching out my arms, spreading and turning my legs out, and elevating my hips. He slid my trousers and briefs off my legs and I did nothing to oppose that.

He had drugged my drink. Shades of Strings.

“Please come in and help me, Ben,” Trevor called out, and Ben Hayden appeared.

“Let’s carry him into the theater. I want to fuck him—to redo the chauffeur forced scene in the theater seats, but with both of us. They are rehearsing the death scene on stage. I want Rick to have that to watch while we have our way with him. I want to watch you fuck him too.”

Why were they doing this, I was thinking, as Ben flung me over his shoulder, legs dangling behind and arms and torso in front, handling me like I was as light as a pillow. They’d both fucked me regularly before. I’d always done a good job of it. I wouldn’t have turned them down even now, despite how I felt of them as people. As men, they had great cocks. But, this, of course, was the drugged drink talking. I knew why they were doing this. I knew where this was headed. My claim of proprietary rights blocked Trevor’s clear sailing on doing two more versions of Strings.

* * * *

They carried me out to the theater, where lights were on on the stage but the rest of the theater was dimmed out. They put me into a chair in the center of the back row, spread my legs, and draped them over the arm. This matched what the play said about the chauffeur forcing himself on the character of Neal. I noticed then that lights and cameras were set up on tripods facing the chair I was put in. Ben turned them all on. They were going to film this. This was how I was going to be in their porn movie. They were going to shoot a couple of graphic sex scenes with me in them and edit it into coverage they already had from our TV movie version, for which Trevor owned the rights, having cut me out of that altogether.

Three men were on the stage, which was set up as a lavish, wood-paneled study, with a massive desk center stage. The set was identical to the one we’d had in the Off Broadway stage play version we’d done of Strings. The chauffeur had just entered the stage.

One man was perhaps in his fifties and dressed in a velvety burgundy dressing gown—identical to one that Trevor wore in our stage version of Strings. He looked very distinguished. The younger player—maybe in his mid-twenties—looked ruffled but gorgeous. He was a golden-blond, wearing only low-slung athletic shorts, and looking oh so vital and out of place in the setting. The chauffeur’s costume, cut to bring out his hunkiness, made his role obvious and brought an ominous note to the scene because of how thuggish he appeared. The young man was drinking from a glass with the older man watching him intently. I wanted to scream, “Don’t drink that,” at the younger man, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out—at least that I could hear.

They were speaking, but in my drugged state, which permitted me to feel everything but not able to do anything about anything—everything came across like they were talking underwater. Although I focused on Trevor’s mouth while he was talking with Ben, I didn’t understand anything they were saying either. I could hear myself panting and moaning, though, as both men ran their hands over my body. Ben moved in back of the row of seats and was behind me, working my pecs with his hands. I leaned my head back into his groin to discover he had unzipped himself and his hard cock protruded from his fly.

Trevor was stroking my cock and went down on his knees in front of me. He cupped my buttocks and lifted and rolled them up. I groaned and went into low moans as he buried his face between my butt cheeks and began opening my ass with his tongue. Ben grasped my head between his hands and arched it back, taking my mouth with his.

Coming out of the kiss, Ben lifted my head again so that my eyes went to the stage. The young man had fallen back onto the desk on his back. He was stretched out on the body of the chauffeur, who was naked, his cock clearly buried in the young man’s anal passage. The older men, having unsashed his robe to let it open, revealing he was naked inside the robe, gaunt but hard bodied, and in thick, long erection, hovered over the young man from the front. He slid the athletic shorts and a jock off the younger man’s legs, without resistance. The younger man appeared to be drugged out, his face turned toward the audience, an expression on his face that was half vacant, half sensual. He was a handsome young man. Grasping the young man’s ankles, the older man wishboned his legs, raising and spreading them, mounted and penetrated the young man, and began to fuck him.

The actor playing the young student was being fucked, live, in a double penetration by the older actor and the one playing the chauffeur.

I lost contact with what was happening on the stage at that point, because Ben arched my head back again. He forced his cock down my throat and I gave him languid head. At the same time, Trevor stood, blocking any view I would have of the stage, grasped my ankles, raised and spread my legs, put himself into position, penetrated and slid his slender but impressively long cock up into the quick of me, and began to stroke. I felt it all, and being a promiscuous submissive, I enjoyed and went with it. Weak as I was, I was able to give Ben good head and to rock my pelvis with Trevor’s fuck. The moaning involuntarily produced deep inside me told the pair of men that they could have their way with me—and they did.

They pulled back nearly simultaneously, apparently through some sort of signal from Trevor that I could hear but not decipher. They took long enough to change positions for me to see that the older man and the chauffeur were still fucking the younger one on the desk on stage, but the older man had his hands around the throat of the younger man, whose back was arched and both his legs and arms flung out in a vulnerable, helpless position. The effect given was that the older man was both fucking and choking the younger one to death. It was, of course, only an act to be performed over and over again.

I’d written the story of Strings. I knew what the older man was doing to the younger one in the play being rehearsed on the stage. And I knew why. I also knew how it fit, Matryoshka doll style, to what Ben and Trevor were doing with me—and why. I saw what Trevor’s way was to be able to use Strings as he saw fit. It would be easy if I didn’t exist anymore.

I was just too incapacitated to do anything about it. I also was a slave to my need and desire. Both men fucked me well when we’d been together before. Both were fucking me well now, Ben now below and inside me, pumping, thick, stretching, commanding, and Trevor above me, rubbing the inside of my throat with his cock. Slut that I was, I actually was disappointed they weren’t doubling me—that they weren’t both inside me at the same time. I had managed that with the Hayden twins.

The two went into a short flurry of thrusting, jerking, and groaning, as I writhed under them, but in the slow-motion sensation of being underwater. They came inside me, above and below, nearly simultaneously, and so did I, with Ben grasping and stroking me off.

We held there, all panting. The two men drew away from me and I could see now that the stage was empty of players. In the back of my mind I realized that it had just been cleared for the next scene, which was to star me.

I was right.

Ben, carrying me over his shoulder, followed Trevor down the aisle and up onto the stage, where Ben laid me on my back on the desk. Both men stripped, with the heavily hirsute, primeval masculine, almost apian, Ben adjusting the lighting and getting a couple of video cameras at different angles on tripods switched on and filming before coming up onto the desk beside me, and Trevor, when naked, in proud, long erection again already, putting the burgundy dressing gown the actor had left over his shoulders, but permitting it to gape open as the actor had.

Ben went onto his back. He pulled me over on top of him, facing up, and Trevor helped sheath the muscular and hairy man’s thick shaft on my anal channel. Ben, athletic, put my arms into a full Nelson, raising and flinging them out, rendering me helpless there even if the drug hadn’t had me incapacitated already. The drug was beginning to wear off, but under the control of Ben and Trevor, there still wasn’t much I could do to defend myself—even if I fully wanted to. They were giving me the fucking that made me melt to men.

The lights were revealing all and the video cameras were capturing the scene.

Ben laced his legs through mine and lifted and spread them. I was completely at Trevor’s mercy, as he moved in between my raised and spread legs, put his cock in position above the one already screwed up inside me, and began to push his way in as well. I moaned and moved as I could, opening my mouth in silent scream in being forced to take the second cock.

The cameras whirred.

Ben’s shaft, thick and throbbing, held steady inside me, as Trevor’s start to pump me. His hands went to my throat and closed over my windpipe. He was choking me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe . . . I couldn’t . . .

* * * *

What can I say? I have a weakness where both Trevor Mattingly and Ben Hayden are concerned. I melted at the viewing of the two sex scenes and agreed to do one with Trevor, when his character agreed to mentor me, and one with Ben when the chauffeur in the play forces himself on my character—fulfilling a secret desire the character had developed. The theater chair scene would be used to establish what the Neal character would do for the other men routinely when the relationships were established.

I turned down the offer of being in the play Trevor was putting together, both because it would conflict with my commitments to the Clouds over Antibes TV serial, I having found out while I was in Amsterdam that the TV program had been renewed for another year, and because I was afraid that having sex on stage that frequently on demand would blunt my interest in sex—and I couldn’t see wanting that to happen. Trevor was fair with me, though. A contract was put together assigning copyright to the Strings playscript and all of the versions within a version of that to both of us equally, and he gave me a very nice check to cover filming and acting rights in the porn version. I thoroughly enjoyed filming the other two scenes and I left Amsterdam wondering if either Trevor or I would find yet another Matryoshka level from Strings.

Ben returned to New York with me. He had called ahead, and his brother, Brad, met us at the airport. We, of course, went immediately to my apartment and to my bedroom—the three of us.

My name is Dan, I’m a senior in high school, I’m on the track and tennis team, I’m a gay virgin, but in the closet, I’ve known I’ve been attracted to guys since puberty hit. I have a lot of “jock” friends, and for some reason popular with the girls as well. We hit the parties almost every weekend, pool, BBQ’s, dances, beach, mixers or just group hang outs at someone’s house.

 My big crush, is Drew, also he’s on the basketball team and football team, we have a lot of the same friends and we show up together at most functions, but other than a fist bump or head Bob in passing, I doubt he knows I exist, even though I’ve tried to intermingle into his clique. Unless my gaydar is wrong, I have the strongest suspicion he too is a closeted gay. He has a steady girlfriend, Marsha who is a cheerleader. One good thing in my favor is many of the girls in my circle are somewhat close to either him or Marsha. Now my goal is to unknowingly enlist some of them to try to get closer to him.

 Janey is a girl who has been trying to fancy my attention, so I’ve been playing along or in other words, using her, I feel a bit guilty about it, but I’ve been avoiding “alone time” with her, keeping multiple friends around us at all times. After several weeks it seemed to be working, as I began to move closer into Drew’s close circle of friends.

 As time went on, I could swear I caught him checking me out more than once, but in the next step he was necking with Marsha off in the corner. Once he got to know me, we became fast friends, and we began to hang out on a regular basis, sometimes we were even alone. It was this alone time that I began to let my guard down and open up to him as he did the same to me.

 We seemed to have a connection when we were alone together but that all went away when others were around. I think neither of us wants to make the first move for fear of the consequences, especially since he’s now a friend. Without realizing it, I gained a friendship, but making that move out of the friend zone could be detrimental. So basically out of one frying pan and into another, Christ, why does this have to be so tough?

 We began jogging in the park before school together, usually pre dawn, we were pretty adamant to stay physically fit to stay active on our respective sports teams and to avoid being benched, or worse yet cut. We’d wear our running shorts under our sweat pants, but in hotter weather we’d lose the sweats before beginning our run, there was a bench that we’d always meet at, and we both stretched at the bench and loosened up, man Drew was always very limber and I swear he got in positions I needed time to get to. I always positioned myself to face him, so I could nonchalantly stare at his leg up on the bench, as his hands and arms slid down his legs, to his feet, and his head bent in towards his crotch, as his back leg was out on the walk behind him, his bent torso through his tee shirt, his somewhat long curly black hair brushing against his thigh, his shorts riding upward toward that forbidden private part, then he would switch positions and I could see those shorts ride up toward that bulge that sometimes seemed to protrude out like a small baseball.

 One day I was doing a split on the ground with my back leaning against the bench seat and I was stretching towards the walk with my hands to my toes, and he had his leg up on the bench and his stretching opened his short leg up enough that I could see his balls, I immediately became hard and had to look away, as I continued to over stretch myself till my problem went away. Drew was impatiently waiting as he jogged in place waiting for me, as I got up and we began our jaunt into the wooded path I glanced over at him and his shorts bouncing up and down in the crotch. Clearly this day was different he wasn’t wearing any underwear or jock strap, he was free balling and in fact, if I didn’t know any better, flaunting it in front of me.

 We continued about a mile into our routine when he stopped, putting his hands to his sides as if catching his breath or possible cramp, I stopped continuing to run in place and I asked him if he was OK, he replied he was a bit under the weather today and thought he might have to hurl as he began to walk towards the tree line. I immediately stopped and followed him in, trying to give him aid should he need it, we left our bags and some water back at the bench I offered to run back to get some but he said no, as he hunched over as if ready to hurl. I immediately put my hand on his sweaty back and began rubbing it, trying to relax him, when he tried to heave again but nothing came out. I stood next to him with one hand still on his back and the other graced his tummy as I asked if there was anything else I could do, as he attempted to hurl again, but something was abruptly wrong with this last over exaggerated dry heave, almost as if he was faking it, but I continued to console him as he eventually sat on the brush on the ground leaning against a tree trunk, still attempting to catch his breath. His knees were up in the air his legs spread apart and as I stood there watching him, there in all its glory was his dick and balls hanging out of one short leg, as he attempted a sitting dry heave bouncing it up and down, in front of me.

 I told him maybe we should walk back as we were going to be late for school if we spent much longer there, so I extended my arm and he gave me his as I pulled him up and we began to head back, he said he felt faint, so he put one arm over my shoulder and I put mine around his waist as we headed back up the path. Suddenly his knees seemed to collapse and his full weight pulled me down almost tripping me, again I didn’t mention it but it seemed overly exaggerated and fake. We regained our footing and began our trek again when he said to wait he had to pee, and still holding each other he directed us toward the tree line again. When we got there he tried somewhat unsuccessfully with his left hand (his dominate right hand was still over my shoulder) to expose his dick over his waistband and began a steady stream of piss as he became a bit playful and decided to play fireman, an odd situation, as I watched his dick in his hand trying not to seem all that interested, but damn I was, I couldn’t get enough, I laughed at his antics and asked if he needed any help controlling that loose fire hose and then he said “SURE” . I don’t know why I said it, or why I did what I did next, but I reached over with my right hand and placed it above his just under the head as I seemed to take control and he let go pulling his tee shirt up to get a better view himself. Now I was holding Drew’s pissing dick in my hand and I was watching it along with his exposed abdomen and abs, and let me tell you they were looking fine, mighty fine. Don’t get me wrong my hand on that hot dick skin felt absolutely insane.

 As he was finishing up, I let go and he said “don’t stop, finish the job shake that sucker, get those droplets to fly”. So not to disappoint or refuse an invitation I only have dreamed of, I reached up again and began shaking it, well I liked the feel of the skin sliding on the now hardening tissue, as my shake became more of a jerking motion as I slid it back and forth, by now his hands fell to his sides as his tee shirt was hiked up over those nipples and his other hand was on his waist as he was slightly arching his back pointing that ever hardening dick outward and upward. Hell I was full jerking him off now, as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, releasing an “ahhhh” sound in kind of a hum. I grabbed his shaft and sack and squeezed it and said” what the Fuck Drew? What are you doing here” he replied “I don’t know but don’t stop” as he put a hand on my shoulder as if coaxing me to my knees on the ground. Now my face to his dick position as I stared and studied every aspect of it while I continued to jerk it off, then I looked up at his face pointed toward the sky, and I moved in closer smelling his musk. I wasn’t sure if the shinny liquid on his tip was just leftover pee or precum, but my dick was hard and poking straight out. I felt the flutter of butterflies in my stomach, as my face moved in closer and closer. I glanced upward at Drew’s face and it was still looking up at the sky, I looked back at that nice dick head, staring me in the face mere inches from my eyes, I kind of studied it, while contemplating if I should or shouldn’t open my lips and take it in. Hell, he seems to be enjoying my slow and steady jerk, what could I lose, I opened and hovered its head into my open mouth not making contact. My other hand flipped my own dick out my short leg and I unconsciously began jerking myself, I had to go slow, I wanted it to last and I just knew I would cum to quickly if I let it. I began closing my mouth around his head, a slight bitter taste of salty sweat overtook me as I let my tongue grace the underside. As my mouth took over my jerking motion I let it go deeper as I began to suck. The feeling was amazing the warm moist skin so thin my mouth sliding it around his shaft. I glanced up and he was now watching me intently, our eyes made contact and he quickly closed them but smiled wide in pleasure. I looked back down now staring at his pubes as the wirery hair seemed to be neatly combed into a pattern above his shaft. On one in stroke I released my tongue and let it touch his balls until I unexpectedly choked not realizing how far in his dick was. His moans enticed me to go further. My dick began spewing its load into his bunched up shorts now around his ankles, I came off of him momentarily as I exclaimed loudly I was Cuming and Drew looked down to watch the fountain of youth spraying his legs and shorts. My dick now still dangling out of my short leg, dripping its last drops. Both my hands are now rising to grasp his shaft and balls, while I let my mouth explore his shaft once again. Drew began moaning as if uncontrollably as he fell back to lean against the tree. He let his load out as he yelled “stop” but I was too late some spewed into my mouth as I pulled off and the rest coated my face and cheek. It felt warm on my skin, just missing my eye, but I blinked in unison with each spewing volley after that not wanting to miss the slit spread open wide as the whitish fluid parted that hole and the small flaps began closing once again before beginning to pew open again. Meanwhile I’m beginning to realize the taste left in my mouth, it was like I hocked up a luggie as I twirled that first shot around in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I liked the taste or not, yet I let my tongue reach outside my lips to grab a bit more. I guess I was somewhat turned off by knowing it came out of my friends body and yet a part of him that expels waste. Soon I decided I needed to try some more so I took his softening dick back in my mouth to clean it off before wiping the warm drips off my cheek and depositing it form my finger to my mouth.

 Drew thought that was hot as he bent over to pull up his shorts stained with my cum. I sat on the ground contemplating what just happened and he kneeled down reached into my shorts leg and touched my soft dick, his hand on it began it moving once again and he looked at me and asked “May I” I figured after what we just did? What the heck. So He leaned in and took my dick in his mouth, and it was a wonder, a fantastic feeling, as he pushed my shorts and underwear up  over my balls he began sucking my shaft and balls and I lay down back on the ground , it didn’t take long for my second load to start spewing. I yelled “I’m Cuming” and he pulled off and played with my cum that was dripping on my leg, he tried to taste it with his fingers but gave me a bad look with a scrunched up nose.

 He stood brushed himself off, extended his hand toward me and helped me up as I adjusted my shorts and snapped my dick back inside, we began jogging in place and he asked if I was ready to roll and we jogged back to the bench at the start of our run.