Author: admin

  • A Night of Passion

    The moment I come to the door, my heart is pounding. I feel the adrenaline pumping as the handle turns and the door squeaks open, slowly.

    He stands there with a half smile and a wink, moving his head back to say “come on in”. As I walk in and he closes the door, his magnificent brown eyes stare at me as though I was the most majestic thing he had ever seen. He bites his lower lip as he slowly removes his tank top, exposing his tatted chest and those perfectly delicious nipples. Slinging the tank top over his left shoulder, he’s standing there in front of the closed window, with a hint of the sunlight radiating off of his perfect skin. His jeans fitting tightly, but bursting at the crotch, as he throbs for me. 

    “I missed you,” he says in that soft, angelic voice of his that I sometimes don’t hear.

    “What?” I say, before processing it a few seconds later. “Oh, baby, I missed you too.”

    “Then come show me,” he lets out a wink and gives me a come hither.

    I slowly walk toward him, but he doesn’t have time to wait. He grabs me by the hips and brings me in close to him, so we’re chest to chest, as I remove my shirt, revealing my forest. He rests his chin on my chest, looking up at me with those baby browns. He’s slightly quivering.

    He rubs his giant, perfectly manicured hands up and down the hair on my chest, in such a perfect and sensual way. The touch is soothing as much as it as arousing. As he explores my abdomen, he raises up for a kiss.

    His lips lock to mine and I see literal stars. They are like perfect, little clouds caressing mine, as he moves his tongue in slowly, wrestling against mine. It’s all so sensual, so devine, as our tongues interlock, the sweet taste of peppermint chapstick and the joyful sound of smacking. As he kisses me, he rubs my bare back up and down, rhymatically to every kiss. Gently, he runs his nail down my back, as I flinch with overwhelming sensation. Our hips are locked as we’re pressed on each other’s bodies, I move my hands onto his hips. I feel the pressure of his erect dick as his rubs up against mine. His hands move lower and both perfectly land on the bottom of my ass, which he squeezes over and over, again, in rhythm to our kisses.

    He gives my tongue a break and squeezes my cheeks harder right as he leans into my ear. “I want some of this,” he sings into my ear with a breathy whisper, giving me another squeeze. 

    “It’s all yours,” I say back, faintly, heart beating through my chest.

    He grabs my belt with his free hand, and continues rubbing on my ass with the other, as he unbelts me. My dick throbs as he gently unzips my pants and moves them down my legs, slowly. I finally kick them off and he points to the bedroom door.

    In the room, I jump on his perfectly made bed, in nothing but my briefs. My buldge is protruding and I’m leaving little driplets of pre-cum all over them. I lay down on the back, with my legs spread open, waiting for him.

    He finally comes in the room, only he’s lost his jeans and briefs. Standing at the door, he leans in the threshold and gives me a smile. His dick is rock hard, pointing at me like it’s a magnet that found it’s pole. He makes a slow walk toward me, as I watch, practically drooling. As he walks, he grabs his dick and looks at it, stops, and looks back at me. 

    “You want this?” he gives a sensual whisper.

    “I want it so bad,” I whimper.

    “Come earn it.” He says, as he arrives to the bed and takes a seated, slowly stroking his own magic. 

    I reach my hand out and grab his dick, giving it a little squeeze. “Damn,” I say. 

    “You like it?” He asks, with an air of confidence that shows me he knows the answer.

    “You tell me.” I say as I lean over it, gripping the bottom of the shaft with my hand, I rub my tongue up and down the head slowly.

     

      Right over the urethea, I flip my tongue up and down, as he lets out a satisfying moan. I circle around the head several times, making sure no part of his beautiful head got missed. Every couple of licks, I take a moment to look up at him, and he moans in ecstacy at the sight. I reach down and grab his balls, giving them a rub and a light, sensual squeeze as I continue to moisten this beautiful pleasure stick. He gets more relaxed and lays back on the headboard, motioning me forward, so he can sit back and enjoy it. I lick around the hole, tasting every fluid ounce of pre-cum, giving his dick an occasional pump with my hand. 

    I give him one last glare, as he looks back at me, and I lick my lips. I crane my neck down and feast on that enormous brick, rocking my neck up and down, moving his dick through my mouth, and pressing it as far back in my throat as I can, as I let out subtle but cute gags. I let my tongue visit his head as I manuever my neck to and fro, bouncing up and down, watching my saliva take control of the situation. I hear his moans of joy and I feel him throbbing in my mouth, with more pre-cum dripping all over my tongue. I continue circling around his dick, taking only a few moments to breathe, while I use my hand to pump joy into him. I dive back in, hold my breath, and slam his dick up and down my throat, gagging as my tongue wraps around his head. I feel him quivering as he leans forward, mumbling under his breath, he reaches at my briefs and lifts them off my ass, only for them to smack back down on my skin, making a slight popping noise. He sticks his hand under my drawers and grabs a hand full of ass, as I continue to feast on him. His hand sensually rubs through the hair on my ass, as he grabs a handful of skin in a pinch, moving his hand through the side of my cheek to my crack. Going back for a breath, I take his dick out of my mouth as I lick around all sides of it and he twists his fingers up and down my ass crack, sensually rubbing it as though it held a precious good inside. 

    “You want that?” I say, looking up at him, dick still throbbing in my hand.

    “Mmhmm,” he whimpers. 

    “Hm, I said, do you want that?” I squeeze his dick and he smacks my ass.

    “Mmhmm!” He gives a little more force, gives me a smack, and now is rubbing my ass with both hands.

    “Come earn it!” I smile, as I wiggle my briefs off my ass, my erect dick plopping up against my stomach as I wave my briefs off my foot.

    As he still lays there, leaned up against the headboard, I turn around so my ass is facing him. I lay down on my knees and arch my back, as my ass makes contact with his face. He lets out a moan, before he leans in and manuevers his tongue up and down my crack. My dick is throbbing as I look back at him, slowly circulating his tongue on my hole. He cups my ass, pushes me in closer to him, and sticks his tongue deep in my role, slobbing all over it, as though it would be his last feast and he did not want to miss a moment. His tongue goes in and out of me, as I moan in pure sensational heaven, he rubs my cheeks with his hands and travels up and down my thighs. Occasionally, he gives me a little boost with his hands against my thighs, pushing me into his face. Taking a break for air only for a moment, he uses his hands to whisp my cheeks apart, allowing him deeper access. His tongue moves in and out, as he French kisses my hole. Finally, he gives my cheek another smack and a grab, before reaching over to the night stand and grabbing his magic water.

    “You ready for me?” He asks, as I twist over to my back, he grabs my legs and puts them in the air.

    He takes the lube and rubs it over his magnificent dick, stroking it ever so seductively, and resting it on my hole. I feel his fingers rubbing up and down my hole, slippery wet, as he slowly inserts a finger, and then two fingers inside, up and around, spreading lube ever-so-liberally. After a few massages, he leans back, plops the lube on the bed, and leans over me, kissing my neck. I rub on his back as his tongue moves up to my mouth and makes its way back in. 

    “You ready baby?” He whispers, before popping in another kiss. 

    I give him an assured nod and he smiles at me. Leaning up a bit, he finds his balance and then moves his dick over my hole. 

    “Fuck me baby.” I call out.

    He spreads my legs far apart, as they lean up in the air, and pushes the head of his dick into me slowly. He stops and looks at me.

    “You okay baby?”

    “Yes,” I let out a husky whisper. “Put it in me.”

    He licks his lips as he slides his dick a little bit further, still moving slowly, watching my face. I grimace and let out a sigh, so he pulls back, leaving just the tip hanging in.

    “I’m good,” I battle my breath. “Cum in me, baby.”

    He smiles and slides back in me, still halfway out, as I get out a moan. He stays in me and slowly thrusts back and forth, still watching me.

    “I love it,” I say. I scoot forward, pushing his dick further into me, until he reaches my prostate. “I fucking love this thing! Oh my God, fuck me!”

    He finds his balance, and leans over me, as though he is doing pushups. I wrap my legs around him, as he does slow but thorough thrusts, making sure every wall of my ass gets a piece of him. He leans in every so often for a kiss, as his sweat starts to drip down and onto me. I thrust my hips up as he thrusts back, as we moan in harmony. He bites his bottom lip as he increases his speed, occasionally slowing back down, and speeding back up.

    “You okay, baby?” He whispers in my ear, sweat pouring down onto me.

    “Yes, make love to me.” I whine, as we continue our hip dance.

    “Oh, fuck!” He roars, as our hearts race, he begins thrusting with masterful speed.

      I feel his dick thrusting strongly on my walls, with his balls bouncing on the edge of my ass as I moan. I thrust my hips to give it some rhythm, but he’s totally in control. He’s inside of me, so deep, and I’m overwhelmed with ecstasy as my prostate flinches in nirvana. My dick is fully hard and bouncing on my stomach, as pre-cum sticks to it. My eyes are fixated on his brown eyes as he thrusts further in me, almost as though he has unlocked new layers of my body. I can feel it in my legs, although they’re getting tired of being in the air, they’re holding up as troopers as my body lashes out with pleasure. I unlock my legs from around his body, causing him to thrust even harder, sweating a tsunami on me, as he makes occasional visits for a kiss. 

    “I love your dick, oh my God!” I’m in pure submission when it happens.

       I suddenly hear what sounds like angels and feel like I’ve lost all control of my body. I see him thrusting in ecstacy, looking at me as though he’d never seen anything so devine in his life. He’s grunting but it sounds symphonic to me. I catch myself in total relaxation, no longer able to join in the thrusting, as my prostate loses all control, almost as though it was trying to wiggle its way out of me. I let out a deep scream of pure bliss as my dick jolts and a volcano of cum erupts, he lifts himself up to his knees and continues to push his dick through me, as my dick explodes like a geyser of cum. I’m calling for God, begging for mercy, as he jolts a few more times.

    Then, his grunts get more louder. “Oh, my God! Fuck baby, I’m about to cum, baby!” 

    He dances inside me, rubbing his sweaty chest all over my cum-filled abdomen, as his dick quivers. He screams with the passion of sweet release as his dick releases his magic potion into me. It feels like rain as his cum squirts through all of my walls. He’s breathing heavy as he slows down his thrusts, but he’s not out of me yet, he is on a mission to not waste a single drop. Finally, his brick goes soft and he escapes out of me, I lower my legs down in relief. He leans back against the headboard and I lift my head up to hook at him, as he catches his breath.

    “You good?” I ask him.

    He lets out a sweet smile, “Never better. Damn!”

    He looks at me lovingly as I stand up, ready to go wash the sex off, he grabs his dick and looks back over at me, giving me a wink and a grin.

    “You were amazing.” He giggles.

    “No, you were.” I laugh, leaning in for another kiss, as the evening turns into night and the sun sets on our night of passion.

  • A Dream Cum True

    However, Jack’s step-mum walked in, naked. And the three were caught again. Shit! But Jack’s step-mum walked straight over to us three, with a finger up her pussy and a hand bouncing her tits around, and sucked Jack’s dick. “WHAT THE FUCK MUM!”

    Jack’s step-mum was really experienced. You could tell by the way she sucked Jack’s cock. Jack, however, was not at all relaxed. In fact, he was far from it. It’s fair thought. If your mum walked in nude on you fucking your two best friends, then she sucks your dick, how would you feel? Payton was quite bemused, watching his best friend, and new fuck buddy, be sucked by his own step-mum. He was discretely jerking off, looking rather smug. I, however, just got even hornier. I always come up with fantasies that have us getting caught having sex, then that person joining us. And that’s the third dream of mine that has come true, in less than a week!

    Jack had got used to the fact that his mum was sucking him, and wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Payton shot a huge load over them both. But they didn’t really notice. I walked over, quietly, to Jack’s step-mum’s behind, bent down, and dived straight in. I licked her ass so hard, I pushed my tongue so far in, and she moaned in such an amazing way! I never really imagined me having bi sex with anyone; or having sex with three other people – foursome fun! Jack shot a load into her mouth, then after swallowing it all, she got up and lay down on the bed. I got the hint, and followed her.

    Payton and Jack briefly sucked me off, then I pushed it into Jack’s mother’s wet ass. She let out a long moan as it pushed into her. She whispered: “Uhhhhh, just like my husband, you have a great cock. You’re nearly as big as him!” I didn’t really know how to reply to that (how big is his dick then, mine is quite big?!), so I just continued banging her, harder and faster, as she moaned louder and louder. The three of us guys played with her titties, and fingered her pussy, whilst kissing and sucking each other off. 

    Problem! Jack’s step-mum didn’t expect this to happen, and she planned on catching us while her and her husband were “supposedly out”. So that means…HER HUSBAND IS STILL AT HOME! Technically, she is cheating on him with her step-son and his two best friends. And they were moaning so loudly, like no one was in a hundred-mile-radius! So naturally, as you can probably expect, her husband stormed in, looking very cross and frustrated. But Jack’s step-mum seemed to know what she was doing. She beckoned him over, which he obeyed (she was still being fucked in multiple places) and she started to seduce him into joining in. He eventually seemed very happy to do so. 

    The four of us sucked his BBC (yes, he is black, and beautiful with big muscles, and abs, and a giant cock!) and he moaned like a fucking pussy. He told us to then continue exactly how we were before he came in. So we did. Me fucking his wife’s ass, Jack and Payton playing with her tits, her pussy, and kissing her as she moaned. Jack’s step-dad came over and shoved his massive cock up her pussy. Now being double fucked, this woman was screaming and moaning so loud, and high-pitched, she was on the verge of tears. I mean; I would be two if I had two absolutely huge cocks in two opposing holes in between my legs. 

    After some time, us two switched with Jack and Payton. Both our dicks were not being sucked in turn, as all the pussy and ass was being licked off. Payton was now ferociously banging her ass, whilst Jack was ferociously banging her pussy. The moans were so satisfying to listen to, and both of us got even hornier listening to that. 

    Eventually, Jack’s dad pulled out and told me to fuck him. After eating his ass for a bit, that’s exactly what I did. Now both of Jack’s step-parents had dick’s in their holes. This was amazing for us, and amazing for them! Then we were told to stop fucking and cum all over them. Jack cummed first, coating his parents in a perfect, sticky, white liquid. Then Payton, doing the exact same thing. Finally, it was my turn. I shot a huge load over them. Jack’s parents then kissed each other all over, eating three lots of cum. Finally, Jack’s dad cummed over himself and his wife. 

    The five of us then squished into the little shower to clean off all the cum and pussy/ass juice. No-one when cared about clothes anymore. We would come round all the time to have a little orgy. I wonder what the neighbours think about the constant moans – of five people!

    After a few weeks, I said to everyone: “I think we need to find another person to make our fivesomes, sixsomes! Multiple people orgys!” Everyone agreed, and so we started searching for another person. We discovered one quite quickly! It was a beautiful little twink, whom we found spying on couples fucking! The orgy was phenomenal and we fucked happily every after!

    End of story! I’ll start on something new, and unrelated now! Hope you liked it! 🙂

  • Jock Dream

    Tracking down John was no problem with my eagle-eye oversight – I knew exactly where he’d be and when. Every night, after dinner, it was off to the gym for some basketball or a run. But one thing that kept me in the dark? Whatever fun stuff had him so thoroughly occupied during his time away from me… It’s only now that I have an opportunity to find out what kind of mischief is occupying those precious moments!

    The opportunity presented itself on a tantalizing Friday night, leaving me in anticipation for three days. Staring out of the bedroom’s bay window I could see John enter his home, with an air of mystery surrounding him that was intoxicating. His red and black Nike jersey draped over muscular arms and slim basketball sneakers clad feet made my heart flutter as he approached closer to the doorsteps than usual. The fine strands of sleek wet hair falling around his face did nothing but add allurement – it appeared too early for him to have taken a shower yet even more so knowing he hadn’t come carrying a ball this time round.

    My heart raced as I practically leaped down the stairs, hastily making up some flimsy excuse for my parents. As luck would have it, John was just hailing a taxi at the neighborhood gate when I saw him! Desperately trying to catch his eye, I flagged one down and jumped in. The driver asked where I was headed – all that registered in my mind was Carter’s whisper: “College football field.” My palms sweated with anticipation; what could John be doing there? What kind of mischief had he gotten himself into this time? Sensations flooded through me – curiosity mixed with an undeniable urge to sneak a peek at whatever sexy escapades were awaiting me.

    My heart began to race as I walked into the thick of it. The taxi had dropped me off at a silent football field, engulfed by huge hills and woodlands that stretched further outwards than my gaze could reach. A graceful circle of walls created an almost sacred atmosphere around what seemed like ages-old grounds; obstructing any movement too loud or boisterous from being heard within its confines. As scared as I was to disturb this peaceful serenity with even one footstep, curiosity eventually got the best of me – and so I found myself exploring every corner. Suddenly, near my ear, on the left side of my body, I heard a deep man’s voice.

    “Suck it, babe”,

     “Deeper.”

    It’s John! My entire body became rigid, so I knelt, carefully push back the shrubs in front of me. what! Immediately, my throat tightened with fear. John was less than five metres from me, naked except for the pair of Nike sneakers on his feet. He was looking down at Jessica in front of him as he stood with his muscular thighs apart and his arms folded in front of his chest.

    Jessica attempted to suck John’s black and thick cock kneeling on his jersey, just under his crotch, while clutching to his thick thighs with both hands. However, John’s cock was huge. Jessica tried to change the angle, but more than half of his dick was still outside of her little mouth, her pale cheeks were protruding, and her palate and chin were at their absolute limits. The circumstance is like an old kind of torture. But at this time, it is John’s thick cock was used to torture Jessica.

    “A bit deeper, go deeper,” John still seems to be unhappy with the intensity of the torture. He could only hear Jessica humming, and the saliva that was constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth down the straight, fair neck to her bare chest. John removed the dick from Jessica’s mouth, thick fluid began to trickle from the egg-sized glans and pulled out a long crystal thread.

    “Lick the tip.”

    Jessica raised her head and extended out her lovely tongue to softly lick John’s huge dick’s head after he pushed it in front of her eyes, uttering a sucking noise. Like what I just heard from Carter; it appears that Jessica had already done this training session several times before I discovered their affair.

    Jessica pursed her little pink mouth and kissed the lewd tip in front of the glans, her brows slightly frowning, her eyes closed tightly, her intoxicated affection seemed to be kissing lover’s lips.

    Suddenly, John took a little step back, and Jessica, who had lost touch with the big dick, pushed forward on her knees as if it were a reflex, bringing her lips back up against the shaft. However, John took another half step back. Jessica again bent down and reached for John’s enormous manhood. But when John naughtily moved to the left, Jessica winced and leaned her elbows against the ground while her white and sensitive buttocks protruded high from the pink short skirt—even though she was wearing nothing below. Jessica groaned in shame as she opened her eyes “Stop! You’re bad.”

    Hiding behind the bushes, I felt as if cold rain had been poured on my head, and I was shocked, just now! Just when Jessica was licking John’s big dick, I fell into a daze, as if the person kneeling under John’s crotch was not Jessica but me. I could smell the masculine scent, that Hot sweat mixed with wild body scent. The taste of that dick seems to be flowing between my tongue and teeth, the sweetness of the lewd water flowing from the dick and the fishy smell of urine remaining in the glans.

    My inner voice is screaming and yelling, “I want it!” I have to! What do I desire? What do I desire? Is that a murder weapon-sized, 20 cm long cock? Is it still that bulky egg sack packed with sperm from the man? No, it’ not enough. Is it his toned, proportionate figure that looks like a Greek sculpture? Or that gorgeous face that resembles a foreign god? No, nothing here is sufficient.

    “What do you want? Tell me.” What do you want me to do to forgive me, babe?” John asked Jessica’s bare, gorgeous ass, grabbing my attention once again.

    “I Don’t want anything, Stop playing games with me; I don’t want to do it anymore.” Jessica twisted her bouncy ass.

    “Do you really not want it? Don’t you want to do it?”

    John grimaced evilly, purposefully emphasized the word “do it,” suddenly knelt, and extended his hands down Jessica’s bottom. While Jessica was still shouting, John’s entire arm went through her crotch and landed at her chest. John pulled Jessica up off the ground like he was doing a bicep training. Jessica’s creamy white breasts were pulled inward by the second hand as it gripped her. Although Jessica was being held and had her back to John’s chest, she was riding on John’s arms.

    Jessica’s body was twisted. Her crotch stimulation, though, rendered her numb.

    “No? Down here, it’s pretty drenched.” “Baby, did you pee?” John asked.

    “I did not!” Jessica’s face was on fire.

    “I’ll help you with that! ” John rapidly extended the other arm while raising Jessica’s arm slightly in his crotch. With her two thighs resting on John’s strong arms and stretched out to the sides to the fullest, her body clinging to John’s hot chest muscles, and wearing a short skirt that has been faded to the waist and crotch, Jessica adopted the stance of a girl about to pee.

    The pink and velvety pussy was already open wide as the most attractive organ between her legs was now exposed to the summer evening wind. The fleshy buds break to both sides as a result of the stretching, revealing the more delicate flower inside. If you look closely, you can see the pink and delicate clitoris and streams of clear water emerging from the prominent opening. It leaves the mysterious flower chamber and makes its way via the navel to the sensitive, pink, and beautifully wrinkled asshole. Evening winds make the delicate blooms to wither one by one as a result of the cold, falling to the enormous, thick, dark cock that stands upright below.

    “Let it go, babe!” John grinned ecstatically.

    No, I’m not interested. Jessica’s body was twisted.

    “Go now!” While moving his arm and furiously flicking Jessica’s delicate buds with his fingers, John reinforced what he was saying.

    Jessica shouted and trembled all over as John rubbed his thick, dark penis in between the two large buds and occasionally pushed the massive glans up to the clitoris at the top of the pussy. Jessica made a few little moans. More obscene water erupted, wetting John’s dense pubic hair along with the thick cock, before flowing to his thigh.

    “Let it go, baby, come on!” John abruptly withdrew his enormous dick.

    Jessica couldn’t help screaming, moving her ass back and forth as if looking for the comfort of the big dick, begging John in a tone almost crying” Please, I want it”

    “What did you say?” John asked lewdly.

    “•I want it. I really want it” Jessica kept panting.

    “Say! What do you want? Do as I teach you!!” John pushed the dark and reddish glans head against Jessica’s vagina. The huge glans head was half embedded in the opening, and the tender flesh around the vaginal opening was squeezed in. even the filthy water can’t flow out of it.

    “I••••I want•••I want your big dick to fuck me•••big cock••••big cock. Fuck my little pussy.”

    Big dick penetrated.

    “Ah——” Jessica let out a long moan.

    And at that very moment, I also howled inside of me! I am clear on my goals! I want that magnificent cock to enter my body and release all my desires. I want that masculine might to utterly subdue my will and crush me under its feet. To cleanse my parched soul, I demand to be injected with that man’s semen. John! It’s the messenger that the gods sent to deliver me! He is the powerful angel and the eternal god. John! Please pierce me with your spear.

    When Jessica abruptly cried out, the speed of the thrusting and thrusting forcefully increased. Jessica had an orgasm after screamed as if she had been shot. The toes were clenched, the calves were convulsing, and the whole body was quivering violently and sobbing nonstop. Along with the uterus, the vagina and anus contract rhythmically. After he stopped thrusting, John carefully removed the penis from the vagina. A crackling sound and a blast of lewd water came out as the glans was yanked out. For a brief period, a little, colourful cascade appeared in the sun’s afterglow.

    At the same time, I experienced an orgasm. Only through the friction between the dick and the thigh. Did I just experience an orgasm like no other? Uncontrollably, the semen flowed out, soaking the underwear and wetting the pants. I felt nearly completely paralysed.

    After John dressed her in the basketball jersey, Jessica sat idly until finally waking up and scurrying to remove the heaped clothes. John yanked her away.

    “I’m still hard!”

    “So, what do I do now?”

    Jessica looked at John’s big dick that was covered with her lewd water and pointed at her firmly like a dagger. 

     “There is no doubt that my bottom will swell. I won’t be able to go to school on Monday if you do it again.”

    John understood that Jessica’s claim was true; even now, she would not be able to go upstairs and home by herself today.

    I’m about to blow up, what do you say? The moist massive dick started to shake as John moved closer, right in front of Jessica. Jessica turned her head, pulled a tissue from the handbag next to her, and gently wrapped and cleaned her large penis. He couldn’t help but be interested as the turbid and thick liquid was violently forced out of his delicate body, and the just-tortured sensitive pussy quickly returned to being moist and hot.

    John knew Jessica was horny again when he noticed her face was red and her legs were unconsciously crossed. He extended his hand into Jessica’s crotch, divided his labia with two fingers, and inserted them along the slick vulva. The tingling sensation from the tender flesh on the inner wall of the vagina made Jessica tremble, she quickly pushed John’s hand away, stepped back a little and stood up.

    Hmph!” John groaned indignantly. Jessica approached, wrapped her arms around John’s waist, and placed her sensitive, white breasts against his chest. He softly spoke next to his ear while she elevated her toes.

    “It’s your birthday next month. I’ll be ready when the time comes. “Jessica leaned her head against John’s shoulder and spoke. I was unable to hear them as she lowered her voice.

    “Really?” John arched his brows, sounding a little surprised and hopeful. You won’t regret it. John gave Jessica’s stomach a sharp cock poke.

    Jessica made a timid sigh.

    “Will you be able to hold that long, honey? You’ve been so hard.”  Jessica blinked her watery eyes lovingly and looked at this big dick that made her love and fear.

    “I have no choice but go home get off myself.” John is a little upset.

    John stretched out his hand and squeezed Jessica’s delicate buttocks,

     “My girlfriend just doesn’t give a shit about me.”

    “Well, too bad. When masturbating, don’t think about others!”

    Jessica was not the least bit offended by John’s swearing.

    After some lighthearted banter, the two dressed and walked together along the trail. I hid behind a tree and didn’t come out until they were far away. I felt my legs were numb from squatting as soon as I stood up.

    The few outdated sports lights that are still present on the courtyard have been turned on as the sky grows darker.

    The evening wind blows, and the crotch is cool. The lewd water and semen that flowed out of the dick just soaked the big pants. I pulled down the T-shirt hard to block the vital parts and left the park in a hurry.

    As soon as I got home, I went into the bathroom, took a shower and quietly stuffed the clothes full of semen into the washing machine. I changed into a set of clean clothes and chose a pair of loose and soft joggers without wearing underwear.

    “Why did you change your clothes?” My mom came out from the bedroom when she heard me calling.

    “I put it in the washing machine, it got stained.” I made a U-turn and headed for the door.

    “Where are you going so late?”

    “I am going to stay at John’s tonight.”

  • Repairman takes charge

    Carlos was my go-to general contractor whenever i needed any maintenance, renovations and updates on my home. I hired his dad’s firm to do our kitchen, and again for other small jobs, and Carlos was always the one in charge of my projects. Aside from being professional, he was very nice on the eyes. At, 5’7″, he had a slim toned body, brown hair and eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties, although he had one of those eternally youthful faces so was never sure. It was hard for me to not flirt with him, but as he was so charming and always friendly I could never really tell if he was flirting back. To be honest, I did not really try too hard as he was 20 yrs my junior I didn’t really see much chance of anything happening. 

    Carlos contacted me this week to tell me that he would be coming over to replace our gas fireplace since it was recalled and they were going to install the replacement. He assured me I did not have to worry about the cost as it was on the gas company and his guys would complete the installation while I was at work. This was great as it was minimal inconvenience, and besides it meant seeing Carlos again, and to be honest I was always happy to get another chance to flirt with him. So I was a little surprised on the day of the installation as I came home and the van was still in the driveway. I walked in calling out to let people know I was home. Carlos came quickly to my entry to greet me. As he is always impeccably dressed, with crisp white shirts, and tight black slacks, which had the benefit of showing if his nice arse, it was odd when I saw his normally immaculately coiffed hair was a little disheveled and shirt untucked. I didn’t really think much of it until I saw his repair guy come around the corner. This man was built like a brick house. Bulging Muscles, tattoo-covered arms, shaved head, scruffy facial growth, toothpick between his teeth, looking like he was wanted to fuck somebody up. As he was coming around the corner he was also tucking in his black tank top and zipping up his fly, leading me to think maybe he had just fucked someone up. Must say, I was a little jealous. 

    Carlos introduced Alejandro and said he was hired to help today. He told me they were almost done but had another hour to go. (Apparently, the job was harder than they expected.) With that Carlos said they could come back tomorrow and finish up. I told them they can continue to work if they just wanted to get the job done, and if they don’t mind me hanging around. They agreed. I told them that I usually enjoy a whiskey and cigar after work, so hopefully, that would be okay. They told me no problem and went back to work. Normally I would change out of my suit and get into some old sweats but didn’t want these guys to see me looking like a slob so kept it on. I got my whiskey, cigar and lighter and moved to my favourite leather armchair. It had a great view of the fireplace, which today also meant a good view of Carlos and Alejandro. I turned on Spotify, lit my cigar and relaxed into my chair. I tried not to stare as they worked, but it was hard. I kept fantasizing about what they were up to while I was out. The idea of these two hot men going at it was making me hard, especially the idea of Alejandro taking charge of his boy boss, making him his bitch, imaging him wanting to get payback for how hard Carlos worked him today. I was snapped out of my fantasy by Alejandro’s gaze, the way he stared at me made me think he could read minds. I did not want him to see I was intimated so held his stare and took an inhale of my cigar. With that, he smiled a little and got back to work.

    Carlos and Alejandro spoke Spanish together, so I was not sure what they were saying, so tried to focus on my cigar and whiskey. Then I noticed that while Alejandro had Carlos screwing in the electric panel cover, he was paying close attention to the crack between Carlos’ slacks and an untucked shirt. He looked at me, as he placed his hand on the exposed skin, then looked at me again to make sure i was watching. He slowly let his fingers reach under his slacks and down and over Carlos’ beautiful round arse. At that moment, Carlos spun his head around to look at me to see my reaction. Both Alejandro and Carlos were now staring and all I could do was smile. Alejandro did not need any more invitation as he pulled down Carlos’ slacks and revealed his orbs to me. They were beautiful. He then spread them apart with one hand and then used the other to finger his boi pussy. Given how receptive Carlos’ arse was to the play, I was guessing I was right that my arrival had interrupted something. 

    As Alejandro continued to finger the boy’s pussy he said something in Spanish that brought a smile to Carlos’ face. With that, they both stood up and walked over to me. Carlos got down on his knees in front of me. Looking up at me, he smiled and slowly undid my belt and zipper, always staring at me with his beautiful brown eyes, waiting for any sign of resistance. Instead, I just smiled and brought my cigar to my lips. With that Carlos released my cock from my underwear and slowly worked on my cock head. His beautiful lips engulfed the head and his tongue worked the shaft. I had dreamed of this moment many times. Meanwhile, Alejandro stood behind Carlos taking off his tank top revealing more tattoos, muscles and hair. I almost came just staring at this beast. Then he released his cock from his jeans. It was amazing… 8 inches but thick like a soda can… staring at that dick all I could think was how that would hurt. I was looking forward to what was about to happen. And took one long drag on the cigar, and was ready for the show

    Alejandro wasted no time, he placed his monster cock up against Carlos’ hole and rammed it in without any hesitation or warning. Carlos gasped with the thrust but given the ease, he took that beast made me certain that it was pre-stretched and ready for it to be back where it belong. Ignoring Carlos’ gasp, Alejandro got to work tearing his arse with each thrust. With one deep plunge, he then leant into me bringing his face close to mine and then took my cigar and brought it to his lips. It looked more natural on him as he continued to work on his boss, pounding him and smoking on what was now his cigar. It was clear that it was getting hard for Carlos to focus on my cock, so I stood up. I went up to Alejandro, and we stared at each other intensely, never breaking his stride, he was using Carlos like he was little more than a weight machine at the gym. When he took the cigar from his lips, I went in and grabbed his head for an aggressive kiss. Although initially scared I was driven both by the intensity and aggression of the moment, and he clearly liked it. I then took the cigar back from him, took an inhale, never breaking our stare, and returned it to him. After establishing some mutual dominance, I moved behind him and leaned into his arse feeling his thrust ricochet into my groin. The thought of trying to fuck him was there, but his aggressive approach only made me want to serve him, so I got to my knees and planted my face in that hairy arse. He slowed down his rhythm as I began to suck and lick his hole. The exhales made it clear he was enjoying what was happening. I held onto his hips trying to work his arsehole while he worked on Carlos. although it was not easy to work his arse with each thrust, the combination was clearly working for him as his breathing intensified and his body stiffened. Within movements, Alejandro was shooting his seed in Carlos’ arse. His body collapsed on him as each eruption let out more semen into the eager boy. I let go of his hips as he pulled out, and without missing a beat I moved my attention to Alejandro’s cock. It was slightly less erect now, so I could easily take it all in my mouth. Using my tongue to clean it, while he too recovered, and slowly finished the cigar. Once I was done, I turned my attention to Carlos’ now destroyed boi hole. it was clearly stretched, red and sweaty, dripping with Alejandro’s semen. I immediately went to work, soothing the boi’s hole with my tongue, and cleaning up any treasures Alejandro left behind. 

    Working this boi’s hole made me rock hard, and since Carlos nor I had not cum yet, I was hoping he might be ready for round two. I had fantasized about this moment since I met Carlos, so I took my opportunity. I slowly began to use my hard ccok to play with Carlos’ arse. I looked at him to see if he was eager for more. After getting such a pounding, I was not sure if he could handle any more. However, his smile said yes. I did not hesitate, I spun him around so he was on his back staring at me as I slowly entered him. I knew I was not as big as Alejandro but with age I knew how to push buttons. After the aggressive fucking he received, Carlos appreciated my more sensual approach, as i worked every inch of his hole, going slow and deep. His primal cries he was making with Alejandro were now replaced with whorish moans. I leaned in to kiss him and he grabbed my head and drew me in closer. I stood up and grabbed his cock, my hand and hips were in rhythm now. I looked over at Alejandro, he was leaning on couch, smoking, enjoying our show. Having his intense stare, insighted the alpha in me and I began to fuck Carlos a little harder and faster… Carlos was screaming in ecstasy and then he came, shooting strings of semen on his chest and chin. I kept going, knowing I was close too and shot my load into his arse, mixing my seed with Alejandro’s. As I collapsed forward, I took in the moment, then began to kiss Carlos chest. licking up his seed as I went. He then pulled me in for another kiss, sharing his rewards. 

    After I pulled out, we all collapsed on the couch, hot, exhausted and sweaty. No words were exchanged as we thought about what just happened. After 20 mins, Alejandro spoke to Carlos in spanish, after which they both quickly got dressed. I asked what was the rush. They said they need 30min to finish and it was getting late, and did not want to impose. I looked at them and asked since it was late, maybe they can come back tomorrow to finish. Then I smiled. I said beside I wouldn’t want them to rush, and I wanted to make sure Alejandro has a chance to thoroughly check all my pipes and that Carlos has a chance to inspect the work. They eagerly agreed and planned for same time tomorrow. I told them if they got here early, to let themselves in so they could get ahead start. They just smiled and packed up their tools and headed out the door.

  • A New Found Niche

    Chapter four

    If sirs says, it goes; Part 2

    ‘Keep that pussy up, don’t want to waste anything.’ Jonathan demanded slapping my ass cheek

    ‘Hell yeah, shawn you made some good work out of him.’ Cassie laughed looking at the damages 

    My face was still in the sheets as Jonathan wants me to stay like this. I wasn’t sure what was going on but boy what a rude awakening when Jonathan lifts my head grabbing my hair. 

    ‘Ahhh’ I groan

    ‘Shut up, put my Dick in your mouth cunt.’ Jonathan screamed

    I opened my mouth and was gagged by his massive cock. I would’ve screamed seeing how big his cock was but he was certainly a mouthful. Jonathan started using my hair as a way to get me going up and down on him. Passing the head of his cock was the challenge, his head was perfectly round and beautifully soft, while the rest of the shaft stretched out from his torso. I was so busy making his pole wet that Cassie caught me off guard shoving 2 fingers into my already used hole.

    ‘Umph!’ I groaned again

    ‘Now that’s a wet pussy, shawn’s load all inside of you, just making sure you’re fully coated.’ Cassie said as he continued to finger fuck me

    My groans was inconsistent with each thrust from Jonathan.

    ‘Sounds to me that it’s not getting the job done, so let me help with that.’ Cassie offered pulling his fingers out

    Cassie stands up on the bed and hunches over me, I felt his hands spread my cheeks, slowly, he lowered his third leg in my awaiting hole stretching it more than shawn was doing. 

    ‘Oh hell yes, moan like that as Cassie fucks you, just makes my Dick feel nice.’ Jonathan moans pushing more of his cock in his mouth

    Jonathan moves up on his knees and lifts my head with only his cock in my mouth. I realized that I was being spit roasted. 

    ‘Ugh this Pussy feels amazing, give it a little squeeze baby.’ Cassie ask spanking me a couple of times

    ‘Ooooo, spank him some more and harder, his mouth is incredible.’ Jonathan chimed in

    The onslaught of Cassie’s hand and Jonathan’s cock was amazing. Cassie started to grind his cock deeper into me and got the momentum going pulling in and out. Shawn might’ve got me open but Cassie is the one I’m being fitted to.  His cock was epic, slamming into my awaiting hole, I can hear the load playfully dribbling onto his balls as he slaps it against me again. Jonathan lowers his half more and kicks his feet out in front of him, his cock raised up more and sinking deeper in my mouth. Immediately my gag reflex was acting up. I pulled up to get some air and Jonathan grabs my mouth.

    ‘Take your air baby, you like your holes being played with?.’ He asked squeezing my face

    I shook my head in acknowledgement. 

    ‘Good boy, put this cock in your mouth. ‘ he said guiding his cock back in my mouth

    It’s much harder to take some air when I have Cassie constantly knocking out my Lungs from the back. Without anything to lose, Slobbering like a fool, I notice that his whole cock and balls are wet. Some are still dripping into his ass crack.

    Cassie pulls my thighs up and really works it into me, he spreads my legs further apart, giving him an easier time delivering every inch. 

    ‘You know what, I think it’s time to give your pussy a special treat!’ Cassie said

    Jonathan also understood the message as he withdrew his cock out my mouth.  I finally got my face out of that position and looked around, Shawn wasn’t in here. Just the two guys. Cassie sits on the bed beside me and grabs my hand.

    ‘Sit on my cock, facing away from me.’ He asked

    I stood up and turned around, using his knees, I slowly lowered myself down to his cock. 

    ‘Don’t be a bitch, take this cock.’ Cassie said slamming me down on his pole

    ‘AH!’ I yelped, feeling all 10” sink into me

    I tried to readjust but Cassie leaned forward and scooped up my legs. I was resting more into Cassie’s arms with my feet up and his cock deep into me. I watched as Jonathan climbs into the bed with us, positioning himself right in front of me… and my waiting hole.

    ‘Whelp, your blowjob better have done it’s purpose because this is going in you too buddy.’ Jonathan laughs

    ‘Oh god.’ I said quietly under my breath

    Jonathan pushes my legs further and lines his cock right on top of Cassies. I’ve never been double penetrated but I knew this was about to be painful. 

    ‘Just relax, it’s going to hurt but two minutes in and you’ll be begging.’ Cassie said under me

    Apart of me almost asked ‘and if not’ but I was sure that would further along things. I had no time to think as my legs were hoisted higher and Jonathan lines up against me. His fingers started to trace along the tighter edges of my ass gripping strongly on to Cassie. Jonathan leans closer and places his cock at the entrance of mine and slowly grinds against Cassie. My mouth drops, and my body starts to tense up. Jonathan must’ve felt the tension on the head of his penis and looked up at me. He moves up towards me and licks the side of my neck. My body started feeling hot and sensational. 

    ‘Open up for me.’ he whispers in my ear, sucking and biting my neck more

    Jonathan, being this close was intense and steamy. His breathing was heavy, and his stumble played with my neck more. I felt my lower body channeling in and felt relaxed. He then returns his gaze to mine and slowly impales me. A slow swift motion that sent a surge of pain through my asshole.  continuing, the thicker portion of him pressing on, combining with Cassie’s cock, tears welling up from my eyes. Suddenly the movement stopped, he was completely in, both of them. Holy shit.

    ‘Look at you, your pussy is full.’ Jonathan gloated

    He grabs ahold of my ankles getting a better angle. Slowly he starts pulling out.

    ‘Look at you, pussy boy, melting on two big cocks.’ he jeers

    He got up on his knees and re-inserted. My eyes rolled as he enter me quicker and stronger. 

    ‘There you go, show me how good this pussy is Archie.’ as he rocks his hips in and out of me

    ‘Fuck yeah Jonathan, rub your cock against mine.’ Cassie cheers, pushing up so he gets just as deep

    My ass was throbbing, I can feel Shawn’s load mixing around with their large cocks. Jonathan kept fucking, relentless and non-stop. The pain wasn’t going anywhere but each time he went back in my toes would curl and I’ll grip Cassie’s wrist even tighter. 

    ‘You better not disappoint, open up that pussy.’ Cassie screamed, giving me a couple slaps to my ass.

    ‘There you go, learn to obey.’ He praised

    Jonathan leans back up and kisses me directly, he slipped his tongue past my lips and takes my tongue with force. He pushed deeper into me, making sure I felt him.

    ‘Get up, I want to pummel you some more before finishing.’ Jonathan said, grabbing my face again 

    I stood up but Jonathan quickly pushed me back down to the mattress. Cassie continued to lay there, slowly stroking himself with Shawn’s load.

    ‘Sit on this cock and face me now, you’re about to feel this one.’ Cassie said with a smirk

    I straddled Cassie and leaned in for him to reinsert himself. Definitely not slowly, he stands his cock upright and slams it deep inside my loose ass. Cassie then wrapped his arms around me, keeping me tight and close to his chest. Raising his hips more, Jonathan comes from behind and lays it deep inside me. 

    ‘AH HOLY SHIT SIR.’ I screamed 

    ‘There you go baby, enjoy our cocks.’ Cassie moaned

    My legs were locked and I wasn’t able to move, the two cocks was to much to bare being fucked like this. 

    ‘Yeah baby, that cunt loose now, you want some juices from us?’ Jonathan asked knowing very well that ‘no’ isn’t an answer

    ‘Yes sir… I do.’ I answered 

    ‘Show me baby, milk our cocks.’ Jonathan beckoned

    Cassie still had a strong grip so milking wasn’t going to happen, but I think the guys found a way. Jonathan grabs my shoulders and suddenly they stopped moving. Cassie isn’t weak, and despite me being a muscle jock pussy he rocked me up and down on their cocks. 

    ‘Fuck,  sir please don’t stop.’ I begged 

    ‘Why, can’t take our cocks like that.’ He questions

    ‘Yeah that pussy feels amazing so get ready to finish.’ Jonathan said reaching around my neck 

    The movement was quicker, I felt like a shake weight, up and back down slithering through my insides.

     Suddenly, Jonathan’s grip was tight and I struggled to breathe

    ‘UGH, I’m fucking about to shoot ’ Jonathan screamed

    ‘FUCKING HELL YEAH ME TOO!!!’ Cassie screamed

    Cassie slammed me onto their cocks one more time, I felt like a water balloon, the more it filled the more it put me over as well.

    ‘Oh fuck, sir I’m cumming too.’ I felt the intensity build up. 

    I came all over Cassie’s stomach, making a whole mess In Between us. They came so much that it physically overflowed out my used hole. I lied there feeling completely spent out. Jonathan was the first to get up and his cock fell right out. Cassie then followed by rolling me to my side. We all lied there in bed catching our breaths.

    ‘You know what, this weekend just might get sloppy.’ Cassie laughed 

    I sat up but quickly felt consequences with how sore it’s been fucked. I lied back down beside cassie, Jonathan grabbed his clothes and dipped to his shower. 

    ‘Well we should shower too, but first, lets clean this mess properly.’ Cassie said pointing at his stomach

    The load mess was huge. Cassie gathered a vast majority of and scooped it with his hands perfectly.

    ‘Stick your tongue out.’ He commanded

    I stuck my tongue out without hesitation, his giant hands hanging over my mouth dripping my load onto my tongue. 

    ‘Now swallow.’ He demanded

    I swallowed what was given and opened my mouth for proof. 

    ‘Now that’s a good bitch, let’s go shower and get ready for dinner.’ Cassie suggested 

  • Can’t Tell Them

    “Oh, for the love of . . .”

    I’d been in the lobby of Greensboro, North Carolina’s, Coliseum arena, the Christmas tree that had been decorated there jerking me back into the season from the skating competitions that had been controlling my life in the last couple of weeks, where Stacy Nelson, the event coordinator, had stopped me and we did a doubletake. The figure skating regionals were always done right before Christmas, which invariably stole the Christmas spirit from me. This year was no exception to that.

    I had come back to the arena to retrieve notes I’d left at the judge’s table down near the ice, when we’d heard the voices raised—well, at least one—and we’d headed toward a door into the skating arena.

    “That bastard’s been on a tear all week,” she said, as we got to the door and looked down the seating area to the ice. One of the men’s figure skating coaches, Frank Foyle, was out on the ice with two of his young men skaters. As we reached the door, we saw him slap one of them so hard that the skates came out from under the skater and he went down on the ice. My heart took a jump when I realized that it was the nineteen-year-old skating phenom, Kyle Kim, of Asian descent as so many of the U.S. skaters were, and a dream to watch on the ice. The other skater, looking on and cowering, was his stable mate, Jordan Reynolds, who had been the highlight men’s skater of the previous year but had been eclipsed this year by Kim.

    We were at the end of the first day of the mid-December U.S. Figure Skating Association’s regional championships. The men had done their short program. Kim was at the top of the rankings; Reynolds was number three. It was after 10:00 p.m. and the complex was about to close down for the night, with Foyle’s men being the last off the rink from the practice for the next day’s free skate competitions.

    Frank Foyle had every reason to be proud of where his two men were sitting in the rankings, but he was a demanding coach, as I well knew. Too demanding, I believed. And he could be volatile. He certainly was dominating with his men skaters, and in more than skating terms. One of his promising skaters, Richard Rankin, had folded under the pressure a few years earlier and had committed suicide. Foyle’s methods had been scrutinized at the time, but he had too big a name in figure skating to be kicked out of it.

    There were just the three of them on the ice now. The only other person in the arena was a technician up in the lighting booth. Nelson, the event coordinator, was about to bellow something down at the ice at Foyle, but the man already was exiting the boards and going in under the stands where the bowels of the arena, including the locker rooms, were. Kim was picking himself up off the ice. Jordan Reynolds followed Foyle off the ice and under the stands.

    Nelson turned and went back to the lobby, and I descended the aisle to the judges’ desk, which was where I sat during the competition. I was a TV sports caster now in Greensboro, but I’d had my own run at the figure skating competitions ten years previously.

    “You OK, Kyle?” I called out as I walked down toward the aisle to the ice from arena heaven. “You need help? That wasn’t much in the Christmas spirit.”

    “No, it’s OK, Ted,” he said. “Why should Frank be any different during Christmas?” he added. He was already up and skating over to the boards. “I cut my forearm on my blade, though. That won’t help me any tomorrow night.”

    “Here, I’ll go back to the locker room with you and get that disinfected and wrapped up.” He could call me by my first name rather than Mr. Joyner, because we’d been intimate. That put us on first-name basis. That had happened the previous summer in Colorado Springs, at the Figure Skating Museum and Hall of Fame by the Broadmoor Hotel, where ceremonies had been held in last year’s national championships. Jordan Reynolds had taken the gold and Kim the bronze. Kim and I had had an immediate attraction and he’d wound up in my bed at the Broadmoor. That wasn’t unusual for male figure skaters. That made for some awkwardness here in Greensboro, of course, with Kim on the ice and me as a judge, but it wasn’t something we could tell anyone about, and the U.S. figure skating community was small enough that judges knowing the skaters couldn’t be helped. We just tended not to talk about it. Of course, not many judges knew the skaters like I knew Kim—every luscious square inch of him.

    It didn’t really matter. It looked like the gold-bronze rankings might be switched this year. Kim’s short skate had been impeccable, unreachable, and it looked like this year he was going to blast right past Jordan Reynolds.

    That is if the cut on his arm, caused by his coach, wasn’t bad enough to disrupt his concentration when he skated.

    This was where my lack of surprise that Frank Foyle had struck Kyle Kim came in, though. The strong rumor was that Foyle favored Reynolds. I knew for a fact that he was fucking both of his skaters. He had fucked me while he was my coach. That’s the sort of control he demanded over his male skaters and he only took them on if they were cute and willing to go under him. In exchange he made them champion skaters.

    But his pique with Kyle for winning the short program no doubt stemmed from Kyle having beaten Frank’s favored skater, Reynolds, so far in the competition. To be fair to Jordan Reynolds, though, although I can’t see him being displeased to being displaced, I got no indication from him that he resented Kim personally or appreciated Foyle’s preference for him. He seemed to be in awe of what Kim could do on the ice, and he chaffed a bit at what he had to give to Foyle to be coached by him. He was at the stage I’d reached when I parted from Foyle.

    By the time we got to the men’s locker room, we were the only ones there. Both Foyle and Reynolds had left, along with all the rest. Kyle showered, coming out with just a towel around him, while I went looking for a first aid kit. He wasn’t a bit self-conscious by showing himself nearly naked around me. We were well beyond the stage of such embarrassment considering what we’d done with each other. Then we sat side by side on a bench running between two banks of lockers and I tended to the wound. It wasn’t deep, and although there had been blood, it had mostly stopped on its own.

    I had been smitten by the young man in Colorado Springs that summer and I not less so with his sitting beside me, just with a towel around his waist and giving me his forearm. Our heads were close together, and the kiss just came naturally. The second one was deeper and I had my hand under the towel to find that he was hardening. I was in erection too.

    I looked around. “Where can we . . . ?” I didn’t ask him if he’d let me lay him. His response made clear that wasn’t necessary. He had me unzipped and we each had our hand on the cock of the other.

    “The shower. You could strip and we could go back in the shower,” Kyle whispered.

    I was processing that, mentally already being in the shower room with the young man in my embrace, pressing his back against the tiles, his knees hooked on my hips as a fucked up inside him—but all that was dissipated by the sound of whistling from out in the corridor. We managed to pull apart and Kyle had his locker open and his briefs on and was pulling a T-shirt over his head, when the technician who had been in the lighting booth came in. Nodding to us, he opened a locker down the row from where we were and began to strip. He obviously was going to use the shower room.

    “I’ll wait for you upstairs in the lobby,” I said to Kyle and then fled the locker room.

    A few minutes later Kyle appeared, all bundled up, although it wasn’t too cold out in December in Greensboro. It was evident, though, that the moment was over—at least for now. Or was it?

    “Where are you headed?” I asked.

    “I’m staying at the Holiday Inn on West Gate City Boulevard,” he answered.

    “Isn’t everyone?” I asked, with a laugh. “How were you planning to get there?”

    “Frank brought me. It looks like he didn’t wait to take me back.”

    “It’s tough thinking of you having to stay in a hotel and concentrate so hard on skating right before Christmas.”

    “It’s hard having to give up Christmas for this every year,” Kim answered, “but this is what I’ve dedicated my time to.”

    “I think what you need tonight is to relax and not think about tomorrow. And you need a little of the Christmas mood. I have a car. I live here in Greensboro, but my apartment’s across town. I have a Christmas tree up in the apartment. You need a bit of the Christmas spirit. I checked into the hotel to be in the mix and for convenience to the competitions. I could give you a lift to the hotel or we could go to my apartment. Your call.” I didn’t want to pressure him, but he wasn’t the only one who needed a break from this figure skating at Christmas.

    “That would be nice—a lift to the hotel,” he said, and the look he gave me told me that I could give him so much more than a lift once we got to the hotel.

    I didn’t drive him to the hotel. I drove him to my apartment across town. That didn’t seem to bother him a bit. He did note that a was driving off in the wrong direction when we left the Coliseum, but when I said, “There are too many from the competitions staying at that hotel,” he accepted the explanation and immediately understood that it wouldn’t be good for either of us for others to see us hooking up. He didn’t ask where we were going or how long it was taking us to get there.

    Where we were going was my bed in my apartment. We had a drink—nonalcoholic, of course—and listened to a Christmas album by the lighted tree, but I can’t say we devoted a lot of time to the Christmas mood. I took him to my bed and we fucked most of the night.

    Kyle was small and compact but hard-bodied and, in keeping with this talent for getting low in spins and being able to do a full leg extension and fully extended leg arch-from-behind Biellmann spin, he had extraordinary flexibility. All of that made for a great fuck—well, three fucks. I did him in a missionary, with his legs in several very interesting positions, and a doggy. When we were naked and starting into it on the bed, one couldn’t have told from our frenzied wrestling whether Kyle was resisting or attacking. But when I first got lodged just inside his channel, him gasping and letting out a plaintive little cry, he surrendered to me, collapsing back on the bed, gripping my biceps with his hands, arching his back, raising his tail to me, and just lay there, docilely, only his eyes flashing the taking, as slowly, ever so slowly, as I stretched out over him, I sank in. Both of us were panting, waiting for it to begin—the dancing of the deep, sensuous fuck. And then it did—it began. And it continued, building, eventually up to a fury of giving and taking again.

    We were accomplished lovers with each other, taking off here from where we’d left off with the sex in Colorado Springs. After we’d dozed a bit from the first two couplings, I lay back on the bed and he rode me rodeo style in a cowboy. He hadn’t lost his enthusiasm for doing athletic exercises with me in bed.

    I had been a figure skater too. I could keep up with him—almost. At least I could manage well considering I was almost ten years older than he was.

    After we’d both had our third finish and were lying there, stretched out against each other’s bodies, and in each other’s arms, Kyle whispered, “I guess I’d built up a lot of tension.”

    “Yeah, I guess,” I said.

    “I didn’t mean to . . . I mean I wasn’t trying too—”

    “Shush,” I said, touching his mouth with my fingers. “I know you didn’t. You don’t need to to win this. You’re the best. You just need to be you and keep your skates where they need to be.”

    “I think I need to keep me where I need to be too. I just lost myself.”

    “With me?”

    “Yes.”

    “And you regret it?”

    “No.”

    “Neither do I, but I agree we shouldn’t have done this—let ourselves do this. . We’ll just say this was a mutual Christmas present between friends—just friends—not a skater and a judge.” I meant that. I had been trying so hard. I had significant other now. Matt and I weren’t the same in this regard. I’d always fought promiscuity. He was solid as a rock. The issue made our relationship a bit rocky—the only area in which we weren’t gloriously compatible. If he found out about this . . . with a figure skater, ten years younger than I was . . .

    But best not think about that. Matt wouldn’t learn about this. No one would. And I wouldn’t let it happen again. “It was good for you, though, I think. I remember how it was for the day before competing. I always needed something to release the tension—something to keep me from thinking about skating, from going through my routine over and over again in my mind.”

    “But I don’t think it was good I did it with you.”

    “No, that’s not good. We can’t tell anyone about this. We can’t let them know you let a judge fuck you during the competitions.”

    “I think more of this as you letting me be with you,” Kyle murmured. He was silent for a while, but then Kyle said. “He’s cruel to me. Frank Foyle beats me and fucks me. He pushes me hard.”

    “Yes, I know how it is,” I said. “I know exactly how it is. Frank Foyle was my coach as well.”

    There was some more dead time, and then Kyle said, “Sometimes I think I could kill him—that I’ll have to kill him to get away from him, to be myself on the ice. I want to skate, but I want to skate for me. Frank wants me to skate for him.”

    “Yes, I understand all of that too,” I said. I rolled away from him and sat up on the side of the bed. “But now, for right now, you need to get back to the hotel and get some sleep. You skate for the gold tomorrow—no, later today. When you come down for breakfast, it needs to be in the hotel. No one must know you’ve been here and we’ve done this.”

    “I guess so,” he answered reluctantly. “But so far, even getting into first today—this. This with you. This has been the best.”

    I drove him back to the Holiday Inn near the Coliseum Complex. We got there a little after 3:00 a.m. I let him off a block shy of the hotel so no one from the competitions would see us together. He didn’t have to skate his free program until the afternoon, but I had to be at the Coliseum and at the judge’s table, to check in, by 8:30 in the morning.

    I didn’t seek Kyle out anytime during what was a long, grueling day. He got the gold medal with a margin of over twenty points. There was no doubt that he won, which relieved me, not only knowing that our athletic long-night fucking hadn’t done him any harm but also because I didn’t have to worry a bit about favoring him. I could have penalized him across the board and he still would have won.

    Jordan Reynolds helped him out. He was a nervous wreck during the free program, which was completely uncharacteristic for him. His main talent was that he was totally reliable. On this day, though, his timing was off. He fell on all of his quads. He didn’t make the podium at all. Whereas I didn’t have to pad points in favor of Kyle, all of the judges had to do that with Reynolds just to rank him high enough for him to go to nationals. He was still a star. This was just a bad day. He needed to compete at nationals, and he needed to make the podium there and go to worlds and do well—even if Kyle remained ahead of him in the results, which there was every reason to believe he would. We needed our best skaters to do well to maximize the slots we got at the next Olympics. We saw all the skaters often enough to know Reynolds ranked near the top even with a bad competition day.

    So, I did give favor to someone—because in this business we had to. It wasn’t to the skater I fucked, though. It was to his stable mate.

    Speaking of stable mates, though, after all that fussiness of controlling his skaters, Frank Foyle didn’t show up on the men’s free skate day to watch, guide, threaten, or cajole either of his skaters. I think that helped Kyle skate better. I had no idea what had made Jordan Reynold uncharacteristically skate so poorly. As I heard it there had been a brawl between Foyle and his male skater, Jordan Reynolds, in the middle of the breakfast buffet at the Holiday Inn that morning. They’d put on quite a show, with Reynolds going after Foyle with a fork. Stacy Nelson, the event coordinator had had to break it up. The three were sent off in different directions and Foyle just than had not bothered to show up at the skating competition.

    That didn’t give Foyle an excuse not to come support Kyle, in my mind.

    * * * *

    “Matt,” I called out as I entered the lobby of the Greensboro Coliseum the evening after the men’s free skate. I’d come back to watch the pairs division free skate. I knew Kyle had no interest in that and I was trying to be anywhere but near him today to keep his win pure. “Have you come to watch me at work?” I was surprised to see him here, and my immediate reaction was to feel guilt about Kyle Kim and the previous night, but I put a welcoming smile on it.

    Matt Cline, my increasingly significant other, dark and handsome, if not that tall—I naturally preferred submissives who were smaller than I was, and, although I’d become taller and bulked out since my figure skating days, I wasn’t exactly a beanpole myself—was not someone I expected to see here. Other than with me Matt had no connection to the figure skating world, and that connection was only tertiary with me now. As a man of all sports, I gave the TV color coverage for a whole range of sporting events for Greensboro audiences.

    Matt, four years my junior, was a homicide detective for the city’s police department. What was he doing here?

    He turned to me, giving a rather cool, distant smile that had my heart stop and my mind racing with, “Oh, shit, does he know? Has he found out I slept with another man last night?” That thought melted right away, though. There was no way Matt could know that fast—or at all. It was my guilt flowing in. And what could I say? I was guilty.

    “Matt Cline with the Greensboro Police Department,” he said, stepping forward to shake my hand. He had been talking with Stacy Nelson, the event coordinator, when I entered the lobby. Standing off to the side was the technician I’d seen in the arena the previous night during the unpleasantness between Kyle Kim and his coach, Frank Floyd. A man in a police uniform was standing behind the technician. “And you, I think are Ted Joyner, the TV sports caster.”

    So, this was how Matt was going to play this and why the smile wasn’t warmer. Our private life was going to remain private in this venue.

    “I’m sorry to say I’m here on business rather than pleasure,” Matt continued. “Ms. Nelson here was telling me that she and you overheard an argument between the figure skating coach Frank Foyle and one of his skaters, Kyle Kim, down on the ice here last night. She says that Foyle struck Kim and put him down on the ice.”

    “Yes, why? It was pretty ugly. Is Kim OK? He looked fine for his skate this afternoon. He won gold.”

    “It’s not Kyle Kim,” Matt answered. “It’s Frank Foyle. He’s been found near the amphitheater in the arena complex. Dead.”

    “Frank Foyle dead?” I said, not having to feign shock. “I don’t believe it.” What I did believe was that this was quite inconvenient. I didn’t care if Foyle was dead. And then it hit me—why Matt was being so formal. The last time Matt and I had been together, at dinner and a session in bed afterward, it had been when I received confirmation that I was to be a judge in the U.S. figure skating southern regionals—and that Foyle had two men in the competition. I’d cursed Foyle then and wished him dead.

    I looked away and saw the technician standing there, with a policeman behind him. The technician looked scared.

    “The man over there. The lighting technician. Yesterday evening, when Foyle struck Kim. He was there too.” I don’t know what I was reaching for, but I had the sudden fear for Kyle’s welfare. I was looking for any other possibility.

    “Yes. That’s Aaron Blake,” Matt said. “As far as anyone knows, he was the last one who saw Foyle alive. At breakfast yesterday, at the hotel where Foyle and many of the others connected with the skating event here were staying, Foyle was heard to ask Mr. Blake where the amphitheater was. He said something about always missing Christmas and that there was a display of Christmas trees at the amphitheater he wanted to see.”

    “Yes, I don’t think the two know each other, though,” I said, arguing with myself more than with Matt—already thinking the pros and cons of the technician having done this.

    “Yes, and they also heard Blake say he’d show him where it was, which the bystanders thought peculiar since earlier Foyle had been very rude to Blake and they all saw that. The two left together. We’re just taking Mr. Blake to the department to have his clothes tested. All part of a routine clearing process. Mr. Blake is cooperating.”

    “I see,” I said as I watched the policeman and technician leave the building.

    “Which leads me to . . . could I talk to you in private, Mr. Joyner.” He was talking to me, but he was looking at Stacy Nelson. She got the message.

    “If there’s no more you need from me at the moment, Detective Cline, I still have an event to run.” She moved toward the door into the arena, and Matt did nothing to hold her back.

    When she was gone, he turned to me. “In terms of clearing people away, we have you. I can’t forget how you cursed Foyle out the last time we were together. You even wished him dead.”

    “Yes, I did. You’ll find a lot of people did. It doesn’t mean I killed him. The grief he gave me—that was ten years ago. I moved on. I survived.”

    “But you never forgave him for what he did to you—how he dominated you and was cruel to you when he was coaching your skating career.”

    “No, no, I didn’t. But I got over it.”

    “Did you? Do you think the two skaters he had here at these competitions were being treated the same as you were a decade ago—Kyle Kim who was seen being struck by Foyle on the ice last evening, for instance?”

    There it was. Too much was out there—would still come out—to protect Kyle on this. The best I could do was to give him some cover. “Yes, I think so. Foyle only took male skaters to coach who would let him dominate them sexually. I’m sure that didn’t change with Foyle. Yes, I’m sure he was fucking and manhandling both of the male skaters who are here with him.” So, admit to Kyle, but there was Jordan Reynolds too, and it was little secret that there was something threatening going on between Reynolds and Foyle as well.

    “I thought you were checked into the Holiday Inn too, where most of the skating people were, including Foyle.”

    “Yes,” I said, at first not getting it—not knowing why that would come up. But then it hit me. “Yes, I am. But I wasn’t there last night. I remembered I’d left some forms I had to fill out at the apartment last night, and I left here so late that by the time I got to the apartment, I just stayed there for the night.”

    “I wondered. I tried calling you, but you had your cellphone off, and then I tried through the hotel switchboard, but you didn’t answer.”

    “So, you thought maybe—”

    “Just checking everything. Where were you at 8:30 this morning? Didn’t the skating competition start again at 9:00, and Ms. Nelson said the judges were supposed to check in at 8:30. I had her look at the roster. You didn’t check in until almost 10:00.”

    “I overslept,” I said, “and I had to come from across town. All the judges were supposed to check in by 8:30, yes, but the morning competition was the dance free skate. I didn’t judge that. The 8:30 check-in was just a formality. I’ll bet that other judges not needed at the table this morning didn’t actually check in until later.”

    “No, they didn’t,” he admitted. He paused. I think he was preparing to ask me another question, but we were interrupted by a policeman.

    “You asked me to track down the skater Jordan Reynolds, Detective,” the policeman said. “You said you wanted to interview him. We found him down in the locker room. If you—”

    “Yes, I’ll come down with you now.” Matt gave me a searching look before he left.

    I thought he was going to ask me if I had been alone last night. If he had, what would I have said? I had to acknowledge that I probably would have lied and said that I was. My relationship meant that much to me. From what Matt said, I guess it was thought that Foyle was killed at around 8:30 this morning. At 8:30 I was still in bed, at my apartment, and Kyle was in the shower. We both needed alibis. Neither of us had murdered Foyle. But neither of us can tell them we were together. Kyle would lose his gold medal if it was known he slept with a judge.

    And I would lose Matt.

    * * * *

    I was sitting in and looking around the arena, taking in the sights—actually, I was hoping I wouldn’t see Kyle Kim appear so I didn’t have to avoid being seen with him—when my attention latched onto my boyfriend, Matt Cline, standing in the aisle next to my row and trying to get my attention.

    Now what? It was nearly 10:00 p.m. What was he still doing here? I had been trying to avoid him as well. He motioned me to join him out in the lobby, and I did so.

    “The lighting guy, Aaron Blake, says he saw you and Kyle Kim in the locker room here late last night, Ted. What were you two doing?”

    Fuck. Here it comes, I thought. The technician had seen us kiss. Matt was about to lower the boom on me. I’d been foolish enough to tell him I’d had a one-night stand when I went to Colorado Springs last summer. I hadn’t told him who it was with. We weren’t too far into a relationship, but it had almost ended then. It took a hell of a long time for us to come back from that. That’s when I knew Matt wasn’t going to put up with anything but a monogamous relationship. And since then our affair had turned into a full-blown relationship. I wouldn’t tell him about falling off the wagon on sex with men now, that’s for sure. I’d also done everything I could not to have such a secret to hide from him.

    But I’d fallen off that wagon last night—and if I didn’t tell him, Kim and I both would be in Matt’s crosshairs for this murder until and unless Matt found who really did it.

    I couldn’t lie. But I could fudge a bit. I had to think what would be deflecting here. And I had to think up something quickly. “I was dressing a wound on Kim’s forearm,” I said. “When Foyle knocked him down on the rink last night, one of Kim’s skate blades cut his forearm. It wasn’t a bad cut, but it bled badly and needed to be disinfected. He needed to skate today. He’s the program’s golden boy of the moment; we need him for world competition. I went to the locker room and helped him with that.” I almost added that I then drove Kim to the hotel, but that would be a lie. I needed to stick with the least I had to reveal.

    It was a good thing I didn’t elaborate—or lie.

    “Yes, that’s what Kim said. You’ve confirmed his story on that.” I could see the relief in Matt’s eyes.

    “Is that important? Wait, don’t tell me. Foyle was killed with a skate blade. You found blood on Kim’s skate blade.”

    “And there was the cut on his arm, yes,” Matt answered. He didn’t tell me directly that they suspected Foyle was killed somehow with a skate blade, but he as good as had revealed that. “His blade has been sent out for the lab to ID whose blood is on it. I’m freed of focusing on Kim more than anyone else pending lab results. I at least have a plausible explanation for that—and a witness.”

    “You’re fine with me as a witness?” I asked. “I mean I can’t account for my time when you think Foyle was killed and you’ve heard me say I’d be delighted if he was killed—and you know I have a motive for not wishing him well. But you’re accepting my word as a witness?” I was pushing it, but we were on ground involving our relationship here that went beyond this case.

    “Yeah, I do,” he answered. “There’s no shortage of suspects in this. The man was hated, and apparently deservedly so. He made champions, but he made bitter enemies of champions too. Both of the skaters he brought here have both motive and opportunity. Hell, even the lighting technician has those. People saw Foyle being rude to Blake and Blake not taking it well, but digging into it I find that Foyle was hitting on Blake, who wouldn’t have anything to do with a homosexual hookup. And Blake offered to show Foyle how to get to where Foyle was murdered shortly afterward. Of course, Blake says as soon as they got out of the hotel, he just pointed to where the amphitheater is, which is just a short walk away from the hotel. But we’ve only got Blake’s word for that. I’ve got more than enough suspects. And I believe in you. So, yes, unless you want to confess to killing Foyle, I’ll accept you as an innocent witness. You didn’t kill him, did you?”

    “No, I didn’t.” I was relieved that he was going to trust me. I should be no less a suspect at this point than anyone else he could name. What I felt, though, was guilt, and I felt like a heel. I’d betrayed him, but I couldn’t tell him that. I’d lose him and Kyle would lose his regional win and maybe a trip to the Olympics.

    But I couldn’t declare that Kyle hadn’t murdered Foyle like I could claim I hadn’t done it and Matt would believe me—not without losing Matt. “What about the technician, Blake,” I asked. “Did the lab work on his clothes turn up anything?”

    “Yeah, he had Foyle’s DNA on him, but lots of people watched them get physical in the hotel’s breakfast room. I couldn’t go to court with the position that the DNA didn’t get deposited then. And there was no blood residue on the clothes he was wearing. People said he was wearing the same clothes before and after the murder. And there would be lots of blood.”

    “Lots of blood?” I asked.

    “Yes. Whoever killed Frank Foyle sliced into his head with some sort of blade three times. You’re probably spot on that it was a skate blade. It was done in anger. We don’t know for sure that it was the blade on figure skates, but the medical examiner says a figure skating blade could do it. There was a lot of blood.”

    He wasn’t saying it, but that made one of Foyle’s two male skaters—Kyle or Jordan Reynolds—the leading suspects. I could give Kyle an alibi for the time of the murder, and I knew I should. But it would destroy so much. I’d sleep on it. I had to hope it wouldn’t be necessary.

    And, in terms of sleeping on it. I looked hopefully to Matt. If ever I needed to hold him in my arms, it was now. He had shown his belief in and commitment to me. And I was betraying him. I didn’t love or want him any less. If we all somehow came through this . . .

    “I’m going home now,” I said. “One more day of this. The free skates for the women and the pairs. It’s Christmas. We should spend some time together. If you’d like to—” I was desperate to check on our relationship—to not let what I’d done with Kim destroy that, particularly not at Christmas.

    He knew what I was asking. “I’d better keep at this for a couple of hours,” he answered. “We need to solve this tonight, if we can. But you say you’re going home. You’ve got a room at the hotel. You’re not using it tonight?”

    “I’ve checked out,” I said. And I had. I couldn’t handle the temptation of being in the same hotel with Kyle Kim tonight. My want and need for Kyle wasn’t that much less than it was for Matt. I couldn’t take the temptation.

    And it was a good thing I’d shown such resolve. As I was about to leave the building, Kyle appeared from around the curve of the lobby that went all the way around the Coliseum building. He looked at me and I looked at him. And then I ducked out of the door into the night and hurried to my car, commanding myself to take a step and then another toward the car and away from temptation. Giving into temptation had put both Kyle and me on spot.

    * * * *

    I saw her, sitting in her car, quietly crying, when I pulled into the Coliseum Complex VIP parking lot, close to the building, at 8:15 the next morning. I walked to her car and tapped on the driver’s window. Stacy Nelson turned blank eyes toward me. She looked wrung out and as if she hadn’t slept all night. I gestured for her to roll her window down, but her return gesture was for me to come around and climb into the passenger seat.

    “What’s wrong, Stacy,” I asked. Her sobs had given her the hiccups. I pulled a handkerchief out, handed it to her, and waited for her to be able to talk. As we waited, I watched Matt Cline’s car pull into the lot. He got out and entered the Coliseum. Back on duty.

    “I know it’s been a strain, Stacy, but the police will get to the bottom of this.”

    “I know they will—or should. But, I don’t know. I can’t. I just can’t.”

    “You can’t what, Stacy? What’s this about?”

    There was a pause, but she whispered something eventually.

    “What’s that? What did you say?”

    “My brother,” she said.

    “Your brother?” Was the lighting technician, Aaron Blake, her brother? Did she know he’d done this? But then she shocked me, and it all began to unravel.

    “Richard Rankin. You knew him. I’m married—and divorced. Nelson is my married name.”

    “Richard Rankin? You’re Richard Rankin’s sister?” I asked, dumbfounded, but getting an inkling where this was going. Richard Rankin had been Frank Foyle’s star male skater five years previously. He’d taken the bronze at the nationals that year and was headed up the ranks. He would have made the top, I was sure. But he committed suicide. The rumor was that Frank Foyle has used him hard and Richard was more committed to winning skating gold than he was in the lifestyle Foyle demanded of him.

    “I can’t let either of those skaters take the blame for this,” she said.

    “What do you mean?”

    “The backseat. Look in the backseat.”

    I looked. There were a pair of men’s skates—used but silver. That had been Richard Rankin’s signature. We all called him “Silver Skates.”

    “Those are Richard’s?” I asked. I could clearly see the blood on the blade of one of them.

    “Yes. I didn’t mean it—and in the way it happened. He just made me so mad.”

    “What happened?”

    “It’s the first time I’ve seen him since . . . since Richard died. You’ve been to the figure skating museum in Colorado Springs, haven’t you?”

    “Yes, and . . .”

    “You’ve seen that wall where they display all of those famous skater’s skates?”

    “Yes.”

    “I want Richard’s skates on the wall. I’ve tried talking to the museum directly, but they won’t talk to me—considering how Richard died. That he took his own life. I knew they’d put the skates on the wall if Frank Foyle asked them too. He’s the reason Richard took his life. Foyle wouldn’t have had to say anything directly if he asked the museum to take Richard’s skates, but everyone would understand and Richard would get the honor he earned. I brought the skates here to the regionals, knowing Frank would be here. When he left the hotel yesterday morning and I heard he was going to take a look at the amphitheater, I got the skates from my room and went after him—to ask him to get Richard’s skates on the wall. He deserves it. He got a bronze at nationals and would have won the next year, I know it. Frank knew it too. It was Frank’s fault he didn’t.”

    “But he laughed at you, didn’t he?”

    “Yes, he laughed at me. I lost control. The bastard deserved it. But I can’t let either of those young men go down for what I did. I’m just trying to work up the courage to go in and turn myself in.”

    “I see that Detective Cline is here now,” I said. “I know him. He’ll understand. He’ll help you. I’ll go in with you, if you like.”

    “Would you?”

    “Yes. And the skates. When the police are done with them, I’m sure Detective Cline will help us get them back. I’ll see that they get put on the wall at the museum myself.”

    “You can do that?”

    “Yes, and I won’t take no for an answer.” And I wouldn’t. My skates were on that wall. I’d won a bronze at nationals myself. I knew what it meant to her. I knew what it had meant to Richard.

    The bottom-line thing was that I’d dodged a bullet and learned a lesson in fidelity. That thing that I can’t tell Matt and Kyle Kim and I can’t tell is the skating world doesn’t have to be said now. We both have a second chance to do it right. And Matt let me know I had that second chance, a real Christmas present for me.

    After he’d heard Stacy’s confession and put her in a police car, he turned to me and smiled. “That’s that, then,” he said. “If your invitation to celebrate Christmas at your apartment still stands—”

    “You betcha,” I answered. When New Year’s came around, I knew what my resolution was—to stick with my fidelity to Matt. It was a resolution I intended to keep.

  • The Fuck World

    MONDAY

    Michael gave Charlie a tour of The Fuck World. In the city centre, is a giant palace in the shape of a giant dick. There are fountains all around it, spewing out a white liquid (it’s just water, but it looks like cum). At the base of the fountains are small cocks. Jordan lives in the palace, and no one else is allowed there, but Charlie and Michael have been invited in to live or visit whenever they want. There are paintings throughout the palace, of a variety of porn stars, or of Jordan fucking people himself. In one room, everyone who is part of The Fuck World has a document, with information about them, what they look like, what they’re like when fucking, and a picture of them being fucked by Jordan. 

    “What do you think, Charlie?”

    “Well Jordan, this is the nicest place I have ever been in!”

    “I knew you would like it! Next, I’m going to show you our room of sex toys!”

    “I hope I can try them out!”

    Michael and Charlie had a wonderful time at the palace. The rest of the city isn’t as exciting, except for the people. It doesn’t get cold here, so no one ever has to wear clothes. People walk around the streets, going up to people and fucking them, and leaving cum everywhere! Charlie said that his dick needed to be warmed up a bit, so they should go and find someone to fuck. Across the road was a really sexy jock, who was fucking some twink anally. 

    “Let’s go and join them!”

    Michael sucked Charlie’s dick so it was nice and wet, so Charlie could sneak up behind the guy, and shove his wet cock up his ass.

    “UHHHHHH YEAH! YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!”

    Michael got the twink to suck his cock, whilst Charlie and the other guy fucked asses. Eventually, it turned into a bukkake session, with the twink on the floor, being covered in cum.

    “That was fun!”

    At the end of the day, Michael told Charlie that tomorrow they were leaving the city to go and continue adding people to their empire.

    TUESDAY

    First thing in the morning, Charlie and Michael left and went to New York, to find some more guys to fuck. They went to a pub and once they found the right guy, they started to seduce him. They got him through to the back room, where they pushed him down and shoved his face into their dicks.

    “Mmmmm, yeah, that feels so good!”

    They eventually got him on all fours, with a dick in his hole and a dick in his mouth. As they had now been promoted, they didn’t have to take someone to Jordan to let them into the world. Charlie and Michael both had the dick-growing power.

    “Are you ready for my dick to expand your hole?”

    “YESSS DADDY, FUCKING BANG ME HARDER, I CAN TAKE IT!”

    With that, Charlie’s dick grew and grew as the guy started to scream and cry. With tears running down his face, Michael continues to gag him, until three loads were shot. As Charlie’s dick was huge, his load was many times more in quantity and power. As the screams and moans died down, the transformation occurred on the new guy, and they teleported back to The Fuck World. 

    “Pleasure fucking with you! Hope to do it again!”

    During the afternoon, Charlie and Michael had a six-people orgy with the two guys from earlier, the new guy and Jordan. They train-fucked, gang-banged, and bukkaked. It was an amazing time!

    WEDNESDAY

    Today, Michael and Charlie split up. Charlie went to a shack in Africa and found a muscly black guy, jerking off in the corner. Charlie went up to him and sat on his dick. He had always wanted to be fucked by a BBC! After a load got shot up his ass, Charlie banged the guy, using his dick-growth powers, until the guy cried out all the water in him. After a bucketful of cum went up the guy’s ass, they were transported to The Fuck World again. 

    Charlie decided he needed to thank Jordan for letting him live such a wonderful life. He found Jordan playing with his sex toys, so Charlie used the opportunity to go up to him and eat his ass. 

    “UHHHH! Oh, it’s you, Charlie! And to what do I owe such a pleasure?”

    “Oh, I just wanted to thank you for letting me live such an amazing life!” Charlie answered as he shoved his dick up Jordan’s ass. He decided to use his expanding powers and banged Jordan, just like he did to him. Jordan had tears streaming down his face, but they both loved every moment of it. To finish it off, Charlie invited Michael over so there were three bucketfuls of cum (as they all had the dick-expanding powers).

    THURSDAY

    Today, Charlie came across a guy whom he really wanted to fuck, and to join The Fuck World. However, he just couldn’t be seduced, so Charlie invited everyone from the orgy on Tuesday to gangbang this guy. With three different giant dicks in his hole, this guy eventually gave way. 

    “Come on, take it, you little slut, it will be worth it, you will love the effects, and the place you’re going to!”

    The guy was crying his eyes out, whilst all the cum in his balls was being drained. Charlie got his wish though, as this new guy joined their world. He looked forward to when the whole entire Earth was under their control. 

    Suddenly, a portal appeared, and Jordan was pulled into it by a mysterious hand, with a cry of pain. Luckily, Charlie managed to jump into the portal just as it closed. He quietly followed Jordan and the mysterious man, whose dick was up Jordan’s ass. His hands were tied, and he had a gag over his mouth.

    “Well, well, well, Jordan, we meet again. It is I, Alex, and I will not let you and your horny friends take over Earth, with your little fuck world. My friends and I are the true leaders of the planet and our own Fuck World will take over, destroying yours! But first, I must break your ass and destroy you!”

    Charlie gasped; he could not let that happen! He continued to follow Alex and Jordan until they came to a room, which they entered. Charlie looked through the window, as he saw the spikiest, largest dildo ever. Charlie knew where this was going, and Alex picked up a gun…


    Next part coming out on the 27th or the 28th! Enjoy! 🙂

  • Nate’s Transformation

    He’d walked past it hundreds, if not thousands, of times, but he’d never had the courage to walk in. Nate knew that he was a kinky guy, but his kinky side normally only came out when he was hooking up with another guy who was equally, if not more, kinky. He was the kind of guy who went along with anything, but had a hard time building up the courage to just take the plunge and accept that he could be independently kinky. It was really kind of funny, since his porn search history would have told you in about two seconds flat that he loved things that were slightly outside of the norm, and the last couple weeks of searches would have told you exactly how he had ended up in front of the store today.

    One word that came up in almost every search: rubber.

    Nate had been gradually becoming more and more obsessed. Originally it had just started with the hot muscle men, the dom daddies in their tight, restrictive rubber, accentuating and plumping up their muscles and bodies as they had their way with the boys that they’d been in the scenes with. But gradually Nate’s searches had headed towards the other features of the scenes; things like the boys who were covered from neck to toe in rubber, and then even further into the men who were faceless, unidentifiable human shaped creatures that were encased from the top of their heads to their toes in rubber. Something about the way that their black rubberized bodies glistened and stretched…each time Nate even thought about it, his cock started to get hard. 

    It hadn’t taken long before Nate had looked up if there were rubber stores in the city, and reddit had given him all the information he needed to find the perfect place: Zoned Out. Nate had been shocked to realize that the premiere shop to get all things rubber was actually a nondescript, all black storefront that he walked by almost every day. He’d never paid much attention to it, and was kicking himself for missing the opportunity before. 

    However, it had been two weeks since Nate had realized what Zoned Out actually was…and even standing here in front of the store, he had butterflies in his stomach. This was by no means the first time he’d been standing in this exact position, and each and every time before he’d chickened out and told himself he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t exactly place it, but for some reason, each time he had felt like he was about to do something that he could never undo…and that equally excited him and terrified him. 

    Standing on the sidewalk in front of the store once again, he couldn’t help but feel his curiosity growing once again as he looked at the nondescript windows with bare white mannequins, eyeless faces staring back at him. Just as he was about to cave into his nerves again and walk away, someone came out of the front door of the shop and made eye contact. “Oh, hey, you know they’re open, right?” the handsome, friendly looking man said as he stood in the doorway, holding the door open.

    “Oh! Um…thanks, I didn’t realize! Thanks!” and with no further thought, and not wanting to be rude, Nate walked up the steps to the door and walked in. He was momentarily flustered as he walked by the man holding the door, since as he brushed past him he smelled a strangely familiar smell that he just couldn’t quite place…but as soon as he walked through the door he realized exactly what it was. 

    The man had smelled like rubber, and he knew that for a fact because the entirety of the store he’d just walked into smelled like rubber as well. Nate was stopped in his tracks as his eyes tried to take everything in, from the mannequins on the inside of the store which were anything but bare, encased in wonderful examples of rubber outfits, to the shelves and racks of sleek black rubber and latex, all on display. It was as though someone had taken a look into Nate’s brain and plucked out every single piece of rubber that had ever appeared in any of his fantasies and made it into a reality, placing it on display in this store.

    Without any real conscious thought, Nate started to wander further into the store, running his hands over chaps, shirts, harnesses, jockstraps, briefs and more, he found himself getting hard just at the thought of what all of this gear and clothing could lead to. 

    As he stopped to admire a mannequin wearing a full body suit that had the illusion of being one big seamless piece of rubber, Nate heard someone behind him say, “So, you finally came inside for a change!” 

    Nate whipped around and before he could stop himself his jaw dropped. Standing before him was a tall mountain of a man, exactly the type that Nate had first fallen in love with in the first few rubber videos he’d watched. The man was bald, with a well groomed salt and pepper beard, and a body that looked like it could have been the inspiration for any of the statues of Greek gods that were in museums. Every part of his toned and muscular body was accentuated by some kind of rubber. From his feet in shined up leather combat boots, Nate let his eyes follow up the strongly muscled legs which were encased in shiny black rubber pants, predominantly featuring a large rubber codpiece that Nate hoped wasn’t overexaggerating the bulge that the man had. His abs were showing in the split of a loose rubber vest that was displaying a perfectly groomed hairy chest, pecs resting nicely and accentuated by a neoprene harness resting just under the large muscles. Each of the man’s arms had a large rubber band wrapped around the biceps, making the already huge muscles look even more pronounced.

    Finally making it up to the face, which was staring back at him, Nate got lost in the piercing light blue eyes that were examining him. 

    “I’ve seen you standing outside for the past couple of weeks, and didn’t want to pressure you to come inside. I knew eventually the urge and curiosity would either become too much or fade away…and let’s just say I’m happy that it didn’t fade away,” the man said, flashing a brilliant white smile at Nate, turning his brain into mush as he was paid such intimate attention by this rubber god standing before him.

    “I’m Chris, and you are?” the shopkeeper asked, reaching out his big, strong hand towards Nate.

    “Um, hi…I’m Nate,” he responded, extending a shaking hand that was pathetically small in comparison to the massive appendage reaching towards him. As his hand was entirely dwarfed and enclosed in those strong beefy fingers, Nate felt a strange sensation rush over him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his knees start to go weak.

    “Good to meet you, boy,” Chris responded, and Nate faintly registered that he hadn’t used his name back, but also realized that he didn’t care in the slightest. He suddenly felt that he couldn’t look away from the beefcake standing in front of him, and it was as though he was transfixed and mesmerized by the man. “What brings you in today, boy? Looking for some new gear? Or am I right in thinking this is your first time experiencing rubber…?” 

    Nate just looked into Chris’ eyes and nodded, unable to string enough words together to answer the man verbally. He stood, mind feeling unusually and blissfully blank, watching the man before him grab his hand and lead him around the shop, showing different pieces to him, highlighting the different features and cuts of clothing that they had.

    “So, are you interested in diving into the world of rubber, boy?” Chris finally asked, as he and Nate had made it to the back of the store where there was a small open space in front of some dressing rooms. “There is a correct, and an incorrect answer boy. And just know, that if you pick the correct answer, there will be no turning back from what you’ve been through. Not that you’d want to, but let’s just say that you’ll be approaching certain things a little differently from then on. So, what’s your answer boy?” Chris asked as he walked in front of Nate, staring Nate straight in the eyes.

    “I would want nothing more…Sir,” Nate responded. The Sir hadn’t been intentional, but it had been uttered before he could stop himself, and once he’d said it, it just felt correct. This man deserved his respect and obedience, just as much as Nate knew that he himself needed to be told what to do. There was a small voice in Nate’s head that was itching to make him remember something and make him realize something he felt like he’d been ignoring…but Nate couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to that small nagging voice when he was presented with such perfection in front of him.

    “Alright boy, then it’s time to get started,” Chris said, with a beaming smile that took Nate’s breath away. He watched as Chris walked over top an inconspicuous button on the wall and pressed it. “That’s just the front door, boy. Wouldn’t want to be interrupted as we help you fulfill your fantasy.”

    Nate beamed back at the man as he realized that he’d have Chris’ undivided and complete attention. He had never been the sole focus of someone so undeniably sexy and manly, and the thought of whatever was coming didn’t bother him at all as long as it involved Chris. Chris took him by the hand and led him into one of the dressing room stalls that was against the wall…and Nate gasped as he saw Chris pull on one of the hooks on the wall, which made the mirror swing inwards. Nate and Chris stepped through the hole in the wall…and were suddenly in a tiled, black walled room which took Nate’s breath away. At first it look clinical in its efficiency, but quickly Nate realized that while it looked rather sterile, there were elements of rubber and kink all around him, from the hooks on the walls, to the restraints on the table in front of him, to a variety of small to large rubber toys on the shelves…along with other instruments that Nate had never seen before and could hardly begin to imagine what they might be used for.

    Nate took all of this in in an instant, because before he knew what was happening, Chris had turned back around, and in his hand was a gas mask which Nate had no chance to resist. Before he knew it, it was strapped onto his face, and a strong chemical smell was wafting into his nostril and making his vision go black…

    …as he came to, Nate felt slightly more clear headed, but the sensations assaulting his body were too confusing to process. The first thing he noticed was that his mouth was gagged. Feeling the strap behind his head securing it, Nate let his tongue explore the very realistic feeling gag that was inside his mouth, which was a wonderful copy of a cock forcing its way deep into his stretched out mouth. He could feel something cool beneath him, so he assumed that he was on the table, but he quickly realized that his ankles and wrists were restrained against the table, with thick leather straps encircling both wrists and both ankles. He tried to struggle, but found that he really couldn’t move much at all. The next thing he realized was that he could feel how cold the table was because he was entirely naked. His clothes were no longer on him, and from the limited movement of his head from side to side, he not only couldn’t see where his clothes were, but could frankly not see anything in the shadowy space around the well lit table he was on.

    As he fully came back to his senses, Nate also realized that his entire body from the next down felt slick. He lifted his head as much as he could, and realized that he had a thin layer of what looked like a clear gel covering the entirety of his body. From his toes, all the way up to his collarbones, he was covered in the goo, with a heavier amount around his cock and balls, which were resting semi-hard on his stomach. He couldn’t quite place what it was, but he felt like something was inherently different about his body when he looked down at it, but just as he felt close to figuring it out, he saw Chris step out of the shadows at his feet.

    “Very good, boy, you’re awake. I wondered how heavy of a dose you’d need, but it looks like I guessed just right,” Chris said, standing at Nate’s feet. As Chris reached down and rubbed some of the gel on Nate’s legs, Nate realized two things in quick succession. First, what he had thought were thick black rubber gloves that Chris was wearing were actually full opera length gloves that stretched from his thick biceps all the way down to his fingers. Additionally, the neoprene harness that Chris had been wearing had been replaced with a black rubber tank top that was cut just under his pecs, which made Chris’ chest appear to bulge out even further, showcasing the man’s pierced nipples beautifully. Craning his neck further, Nate could see that Chris had also changed out of the black pants from earlier and had donned a pair of black rubber chaps with a black rubber jockstrap to go with them. The peek of skin around Chris’ crotch only turned Nate on even more, but he was finding it hard to focus on Chris because of his second realization.

    Under the thin layer of gel, there wasn’t a single hair left on Nate’s slender body. Nate’s eyes widened as he searched the body he’d admired for his whole life, and was now seeing it entirely hairless. He’d never been the hairiest of guys, but seeing his crotch, legs and chest now entirely bare made him feel naked in a way he never had before. 

    “I see you’ve realized what the first step of your preparation was,” Chris said, and Nate watched him smirk as he walked around the table, coming to stand at Nate’s hip, letting his rubber gloved hand trail along Nate’s leg, all the way up until it rested on the cum gutter on the side of Nate’s hip. “You see, boy, the whole process is made so much easier for everyone involved if there’s no hair to be a nuisance. And don’t worry, it’s a permanent solution to the little hair problem. I’ve been gracious enough to leave the hair on your head alone…at least for now,” Chris told Nate, speaking as though this was an everyday occurrence, and not something that was going to be a change that Nate had to live with for the rest of his life. 

    “If you’re not okay with it…well, it’s too late for that now. You should have said something while I was doing it,” Chris said with a nasty and playful tone, winking down at the restrained and helpless (and now hairless) boy.

    “Now’s your chance, if you’d rather stop now. It would be a shame to not go through with the full process, but feel free to speak up if you’d like to bow out, boy,” Chris said, the same mischievous glint in his eye as he made no move whatsoever to take the gag from Nate’s mouth. Not that it mattered, since as he lay there Nate’s curiosity won the battle in his head about the wisdom of going through with this…at the moment all he cared about was what this man had planned for him and how soon he could find out.

    “No objection? Good, boy. Then we’ll move on to the next step.” With that, Chris pressed a button on the side of the table and Nate felt his feet lowering while his head raised, and before he knew it he was mostly vertical, feet resting on a platform just beneath his soles, his entire hairless, glistening body on display for Chris to admire. Nate was transfixed as Chris reached up into the shadows around the light and drew down a hose with a nozzle on the end. As he watched, Chris turned the head and a warm stream of liquid sprayed out all over Nate, washing off the gel and with it any traces of hair that may have been left.

    Chris was thorough, and walked around Nate, pushing the restrained boy’s head forward as he maneuvered the hose to spray all down Nate’s back. Extra special attention was paid to Nate’s crotch and ass, with Chris making sure that every inch of the boy’s body was cleaned of gel. After Chris seemed satisfied, Nate saw him walk into the shadows and come back with a heavy bottle that Nate quickly learned was lube…which Chris liberally started to spread across Nate’s whole body. It didn’t take more than a few swipes of Chris’ strong, lubed up hands on Nate’s body before Nate was feeling his cock start to get incredibly hard. He had a perfect cock, which was now rock hard and standing straight out from his body. He moaned into his gag as he felt Chris continue to rub his hands all over Nate’s body, but seemingly purposefully not go anywhere close to Nate’s cock, or hole. There was one point where Chris’s rubber body was pressed up against Nate, as he lubed up Nate’s back and ass, and Nate started to pathetically thrust his body against Chris’ stomach, which was slicked up right against Nate’s hard member, but as soon as Chris realized what the boy was doing, he took a step back and punished him by taking his big, strong hands and aggressively pinching and twisting Nate’s nipples. Nate screamed into his gag, but all that the punishment had done was make Nate’s cock start to leak precum, which mixed with the lube covering his legs. 

    After what felt like a glorious eternity, Chris finished with the lube, and Nate was left rock hard, panting, slicked up and glistening, with no option but to wait for what was going to happen next. 

    “Well, boy, you’ve finished the easy part…time for us to take it up a notch,” and once again Chris reached up into the shadows and this time, Nate’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights as he saw what Chris was holding: a massive, industrial looking penis pump. Nate squirmed, not out of fear but out of excitement as he knew what was about to happen. He looked down as Chris painstakingly lined up the large, rubberized opening of the pump with Nate’s leaking, stiff dick. Nate had only used a pump a couple of times before, but he noticed that the opening of this one seemed strangely large and complex…but frankly that was all he could take the time to notice before he felt the warm rubber opening sliding onto his cock. 

    He could feel the drool leaking out around the gag in his mouth as he nearly buckled on the table as he felt the smooth opening of the pump run down the length of his cock. It was a wonderful feeling of tension and suppression around his cock, as the material on the inside of the pump rubbed against his pulsing and throbbing cock. Just as the rubber opening of the pump reached the base of his cock, something snapped out from the base and wrapped itself around Nate’s balls…but Nate didn’t have a spare braincell to waste thinking about that because right as the base had secured around his cock, it started to pump, and it was like a perfect combination of the best mouth and ass and hands that he had ever felt. Nate started to uncontrollably moan as he felt his cock being pleasured in a way that he had not only never experienced before, but never even thought possible. It was as if every single pleasure sensor in his cock was being stimulated to perfection all at once. His eyes rolled back and he saw stars, and he felt lightheaded as what seemed to be every last drop of blood in his body rushed to his cock, making it throb and pulse like it never had before. 

    It alternated the pleasuring of his cock, and just as Nate felt like he was inevitably headed towards an orgasm…the pump not only stopped but was withdrawn from his cock altogether. Nate wailed into his gag, and thrust his hips forward as much as he could, as though he could somehow magically reassert the pump back onto his cock.

    It was only after a couple of minutes that Nate realized that while the pump was gone….his cock was still harder and thicker than it ever had been before. Looking down, Nate was shocked by what he saw. Where his perfectly average and wonderful cock had been there was now what appeared to be a thick, throbbing, black dildo thrusting itself out from where his cock had been. He could clearly make out all of the veins, curves and features of the thick, throbbing member attached to him, but it was like nothing he had ever seen beforeHe started to hyperventilate, wondering what had happened, when he heard Chris snap, and as though it was a symbiote second skin, the black sheath retracted off of Nate’s cock. The rubber retracted, pulling back until it all seemed to absorb back into the thick rubber cockring that was attached firmly around the base of Nate’s cock. His regular cock was once again exposed, only semi hard, and sagging, but Nate’s heart was still racing. What the fuck is going on? Nate wondered, but before he could think further, he heard Chris snap again from the shadows and like a bizarre reversed film, the rubber seeped out of the cockring, once again encasing Nate’s cock and balls, but also bringing with it the thick new erection that Nate was so shocked by. He saw stars for a moment as he tried to adjust to what he now fully understood to be his own transformed cock, and he panted around the gag as the horniness from earlier came rushing back with his new erection.

    “I’ve been working on that technology for a long time, boy,” Chris said, stepping forward into the light. Nate took in the man standing before him, and quickly felt his eyes drawn down to where Chris’ jockstrap had been…and where there was now an almost absurdly large rubber cock thrusting itself out from Chris’ crotch. “I was forced to go through a lot of boys who now have to live with permanently rubber cocks before I figured the technology out, but I think in the grand scheme of things it was worth it, wouldn’t you agree?” With his final question, Chris reached down and grasped Nate’s thick new cock, and Nate moaned into his gag. “I can tell how pleased you are boy, and you’re going to love what happens next. Your transformation is going to be my crowning jewel, and I’ll finally have succeeded at creating a perfect rubber boy.”

    Chris released Nate’s cock, and snapped twice quickly. Nate looked down, expecting his cock to be released from the rubber sheath, but instead his cock appeared to fold in on itself, and he was alarmed and horrified to see the place where his cock usually was melting into a firm, rubber mound that looked like the perfectly smooth, slightly bulging crotch of a ken doll. His balls were tucked away somewhere, and the full length of his cock had disappeared. He started to breath frantically, but Chris stepped close to him and whispered, “Don’t worry boy, it’ll be back whenever I want it to be, but for now it’s safely tucked away while you won’t be needing it.” Chris stroked Nate’s face while he said this, and just like earlier when Nate had shaken Chris’ hand, he felt himself becoming more accepting and pliable to Chris’ words. Nate realized that Chris had peeled back the fingertips of a few of his fingers, and he shivered as he felt the heat of the strong man’s hands on his face.

    “I’m glad that the pheromone treatment that I developed has been working as well,” Chris said, stepping back from Nate, looking deeply into Nate’s eyes until the restrained boy finally clued into what he had just said. Nate suddenly realized why he’d been so agreeable and obedient…

    “I worked out a way to take my own natural pheromones and amp them up to the point where any boy I touched with direct skin to skin contact would be my little play thing, entirely obedient and so much more accepting of anything that I needed to do to him. It makes the whole process easier, and it’s going to make this next part just plain possible, since hardly any boy would be willing to do what I’m about to do to you, boy. But you’re okay with it, right my little rubber slave?” Chris said, stroking Nate’s face and staring into his eyes.

    Nate was barely aware of it, but he felt himself nod as he looked deeply into Chris’ eyes. “Very good, boy. You’re going to be my prized possession when I’m done with you.”

    “Now step off the table.”

    Nate had been so focused on everything else that had been happening that he hadn’t realized that at some point his ankles and wrists had come untethered and he was free to move around…or at least free to comply with Chris’ commands. He stepped down and looked behind him just in time to see the entire table slide back on a track in the floor, disappearing into the shadows around them. Still looking behind him, out of the deep, thick darkness he saw something else sliding towards him…and this new addition to the scenario made him shiver with fear, excitement and anticipation. 

    Behind him he saw a fuck bench sliding into place, and he knew exactly what was about to happen next. Turning back to look at Chris, he was surprised to see another gas mask moving towards his face. He could do nothing to stop its approach, and expected to once again smell the chemical scent and lose consciousness…which he was surprised to feel disappointed about, because a small part of his brain, which was steadily growing to dominate his thoughts, had actually been hoping that he would get to experience what was to come. Just before the mask obscured his vision, he tried to get one last look at Chris’ beautiful cock, and was surprised to see something extra attached to the base of it…but before he could register anything else, the mask was fastened to his face and he awaited the dull darkness of unconsciousness.

    He was, therefore, surprised when instead of the same chemical smell from earlier, he instead smelled another, far more familiar smell: poppers. With no other option but to breathe in through the mask, Nate took several deep breaths and felt his entire body start to tingle and heat up. His normal bodily response to poppers was to feel it first in his cock, but since his cock was otherwise indisposed, he felt his asshole start to quiver and pulse, loosening itself in anticipation for what it unconsciously knew was about to happen. 

    Nate sensed more than felt his body being manhandled by someone, and through the small windows of the mask he could just make out the large figure that he could faintly recall was Chris moving him into position, moving his legs so they were resting on the sides of the bench, and feeling his slicked up, bare chest pressed against the top shelf of the bench.

    Not even the extreme strength of the poppers that were taking over his mind could entirely keep him from registering the massive cock sliding into him. Nate wasn’t sure if any noise at all could be heard through the combined muffling of the gas mask and the gag, but he tried his best as he screamed at the intrusion of Chris’ monstrous cock invading him. He thought that he must have gone balls deep in one go, but Nate quickly realized that all of that stretching and extreme pressure…was just the massive bulbous head of Chris’ rubber cock. Even though he knew that the mask had poppers and no other chemical in it, Nate still blacked out from the sheer overstimulation and pain that was shooting into his hole, and his last coherent thought was that he was being torn in two by the massive invader…

    …he felt full…

    …he felt fulfilled…

    …he felt like he had been through the hardest workout of his entire life. As Nate regained consciousness, he felt the gas mask being withdrawn from his face. The overwhelming sensation that he was left with was that his ass was stretched about twice as far as he would have thought possible, and that he was never going to be the same…

    …and as he fully regained consciousness, he realized that he didn’t want to ever be the same as he’d been before. This new feeling that he was trying to comprehend suddenly came into sharp focus: liberated. As he lay there on the table, cock gone until further notice, what felt like an entire leg shoved up his ass, and a gag that he felt was permanently stuffed in his mouth…he felt more sexually liberated than he ever had in his entire life. He lay there, slicked up, naked and hairless on the table for a moment, trying to understand his own transformation…but was harshly brought back to reality in that moment as his ass stretched in a new way. He realized that Chris’ hard cock had been lodged deep inside of him, and he felt one big, full length thrust even deeper into him as a warmth shot so far inside of him that for a moment it felt like Chris’ massive cock was shooting its load straight into his stomach. Nate’s eyes rolled back as he felt the deliciously wonderful sensation of a man’s massive balls unloading in him, and his new sense of liberation attached itself to a new and more familiar concept: cumdump. Whatever his new life would involve, it definitely had to involve lots and lots of loads being shot into him. 

    After several minutes of Chris orgasming straight into Nate’s ass, Nate felt Chris withdraw his still rock hard massive cock from Nate’s hole. Nate expected to feel empty, but he had the strangest sensation instead. It felt strangely like part of Chris’ cock had detached itself into Nate’s hole…and stayed there long after the entirety of Chris’ cock was withdrawn. Curiosity once again getting the better of him, Nate reached back with his slick fingers and experimentally felt his hole…and was instead greeted with the feel of a rubber tunnel leading straight inside of him. 

    “Take a look for yourself,” Nate heard Chris say, and in front of him, Nate saw a screen flash on, providing him a clear view of his ass. Where he normally would have seen his tight little pink hole, he instead saw a black tunnel at least two inches wide, gaping out from between his cheeks. “That’s your rubber cunt, boy, and now there’s a solid six inches of your hole that’s rubberized and ready to please any man I let use it. Take a feel for yourself,” Chris said, and Nate saw in the camera Chris reaching and grabbing Nate’s own hand…and shoving it straight into his hole. Nate screamed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he felt and saw his own hand sliding deep into his hole, and his eyes widened as he felt the sleek and slick rubber walls of his new asshole, ready to pleasure any cock that slid inside. 

    “Wait until you see the best part, boy,” Chris said, and Nate heard him snap his fingers and watched his hole close up immediately. The sensation was bizarre like nothing Nate had ever felt before, but he was entirely pleased and turned on by the thought that this beefcake of a master was going to have control of who got access to Nate’s hole. What he didn’t expect, however, was what happened when Chris snapped three times, and it felt like Chris’ cock was back inside of him. Screaming, tears in his eyes, Nate looked at the screen and couldn’t understand what he saw. His hole was still closed, but as he raised his ass he could see his lower stomach bulging from something…

    “That’s a perfect size replica of my cock that just inflated inside your hole, boy,” Chris said, and Nate looked behind him to see the gleeful and terrifying grin that was on Chris’ face as he snapped three times again. Instantly, Nate’s ass was empty, and he lay exhausted and panting on the table. Chris snapped twice, and Nate’s exhausted and worn out hole gaped once again, but Nate was still so shaken from the sudden intrusion of his permanent buttplug that he didn’t even flinch. He was truly just a fuck toy for this man to use, and he had resigned himself emotionally and mentally to his new role.

    “Are you ready for the final part, boy?” Nate heard Chris say, and he saw Chris walk in front of him, raising Nate’s head up to look straight into his eyes. The rubber gloves were once again on, and Nate knew that the decision was going to be of his own free will, free of the pheromones from earlier. Without any further hesitation, Nate nodded, staring straight into Chris’ eyes. 

    “Very good, boy. Now stand up and prepare yourself.”

    Nate backed off of the bench and stood up, still facing the screen in front of him. The bench slid away, leaving Nate with nothing to look at but the image of himself standing in the spotlight, completely hairless, and naked, with a rubber mound for a crotch and his hole gaping, waiting to be used again.

    “This is the final step, boy, and once you receive this, there’s absolutely no turning back.”

    Nate saw the camera feed cut out, and the last image Nate saw was that of Chris stepping forward out of the darkness behind him, stepping closer to Nate. He felt the presence of the man behind him, and was surprised when all that came was the feeling of Chris reaching around his neck, securing something rubber around it. Nate didn’t move, and just stood in perfect stillness and silence as he felt Chris secure a tight rubber collar around his neck, just under where his chin connected.

    “The final touch.” Nate saw Chris walk in front of him, and even though he’d already seen it, he was once again astounded by the specimen of a man that was towering before him. Chris stared straight into Nate’s eyes, and Nate was transfixed by the steely blue gaze…and blinked in surprise when he heard two loud claps of Chris’ huge hands.

    Nate blinked in surprise, but then gasped as he felt a brand new and bizarre sensation on his body. The collar around his neck seemed to be melting…but also staying exactly where it had been placed. Frantically Nate looked down and saw a sight that transfixed him: his collar was expanding.

    Chris stepped aside and the screen came back to life, giving Nate a full and clear view of his body being slowly but deliberately encased in a tight, shiny, slick coating of rubber. It was like a second, tighter, skin traveling all across his body, starting from his neck, working down his arms, his chest, sliding around and amalgamating his crotch mound, snapping to connect with the rubber entrance to his hole, and Nate even felt himself being slightly raised off of the floor as he felt the rubber slide beneath his soles and between his toes. He was dumbfounded and utterly speechless as he moved around, and could feel and see the rubber moving with him. From his new collar down, Nate was entirely and completely encased in rubber. He was finally that perfect image that he’d dreamed of before, and his entire body was encased. As he was still admiring himself, he heard Chris snap three times and Nate saw stars as his ass was once again filled to the point of bursting with the plug. Nate now saw, through crossed eyes, that Chris switched hands and snapped twice, and Nate’s cock sprang into existence, pulsing and throbbing. 

    It was too much for Nate’s brain to comprehend and handle, and his knees buckled. He felt himself falling…but then felt Chris’ strong arms embrace him and catch him. “Don’t worry boy, I’m not going to ever let you fall. You’re my perfect rubber drone, and you’re never going to have to worry about anything ever again.”

    Even with his cock about to burst and his ass filled to its ecstatic max, Nate felt himself melt into Chris, and he just rested his rubber body entirely against the big man.

    It felt like a wonderful eternity, but after what was probably only a few minutes, Chris helped Nate stand up and in quick succession, snapped twice with each hand, and then clapped twice. Just like that, Nate was left with an empty ass, a crotch mound, and was once again entirely naked, all of the rubber having been absorbed back into his collar.

    Chris finally reached up and undid the gag from behind Nate’s head, and it felt almost like a part of him was being removed as the gag came out from Nate’s mouth. Looking at it, Nate was shocked to see that it was a perfect model of what his own cock had been before its transformation. He was about to ask Chris about it, but knew that there was no chance that Chris would give him a straight answer, so instead he just awaited further instruction.

    “Alright, boy. Your transformation is complete. Now I just need to know one thing: do you ever want to leave?” Nate was entirely taken aback by the question. He realized, without really thinking about it, that in his head he had entirely given up his old life and was entirely committed to his new existence as Chris’s rubber drone.

    “No…No, sir, I don’t think I do,” Nate said, and the sound of his own voice surprised him as he heard himself say the words, but he also knew without a shadow of a doubt that the words were true and he meant them with his whole being.

    “Very well, boy. I was hoping that would be your answer. And don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you as though you were my own…which, in a way, you are,” Chris said, and he leaned forward and planted a firm and passionate kiss on Nate’s lips. Nate’s mind went entirely blank and he felt a pulsing in his entire body which had nothing to do with Chris’ previous instructions. He realized, with that small part of his subconscious that was still active, that this kiss sealed the deal: he would always and forever be Chris’ boy…and there was no happier realization that he could have come to.

    Chris broke off the kiss, and Nate was left standing there, naked, seeing stars and feeling like every single nerve ending in his body was firing with pleasure.

    “Well, boy, that means it’s time to put you to work,” and with that, Chris clapped his hands twice and snapped. Nate felt the rubber slink and slither across his body, felt his asshole fill up, and felt his mound melting into the rest of the sleek bodysuit. A surprise though, was that Chris clapped three times, and Nate’s collar slithered up instead of down, and a drone mask only small eye holes, nostril holes and round mouth cutout were left exposed.

    “Freeze, boy.” 

    The command from Chris was instantaneously effective, as Nate felt his body go rigid in a Ken doll-like pose. His arms were fastened beside him, slightly extended, and the rest of his body was frozen. Chris squatted and picked Nate up, carrying him into the shadows and back out through the secret mirror door. As he was being carried, Nate saw the storefront go by, and finally registered what was about to happen as he saw an empty pedestal in the middle of the store, right by the front entrance.

    Nate felt himself get placed into position, standing on the pedestal, and realized as he looked around….that there were at least 8-10 other mannequins each positioned in different coloured rubber, in different styles of clothing, with the one thing in common being that every inch of each other mannequin was covered from head to toe…

    “Ah, I see by that look in your eyes that you just realized,” Chris said, laughing a deep, hearty laugh, as he brought forth the gas mask that Nate had been poppered up with before. “That’s right, boy. You’ve just entered a very exclusive club. But don’t worry, yours is by far the most successful and perfect transformation…so when all of you drones get brought out to play with the group, you’ll always get special treatment.” And with that, Chris strapped the popper gas mask onto Nate’s head and the fumes started to get to him. His last two coherent thoughts were such: that he had never felt more like he belonged in his entire life, feeling like a proper drone and perfect boy. 

    And his last coherent thought was registering that he heard the bell on the front door ring as he managed to look through the mask and see another slim, gorgeous boy walk in, and Chris’ voice saying, “Hello there, boy, interested in any rubber?”

  • Masseur

    1.

    Kelvin is a black American and at the age of eighteen he moved from the US to London because he was disillusioned with his home country. How it was being run, and the negative attitude towards the LGBT community. That was six years ago.

    Having no particular skills to offer, he searched the internet for a suitable job. He came across a massage business that was seeking male masseurs and they were willing to provide the appropriate training which took eight weeks, after which he’d be a qualified sports masseur. He knew he was good with people and the thought of massaging mainly young men, motivated him to apply.

    Following an interview with Jack, who was gay and thirty-six, he was offered a trainee position. Throughout his training, Jack made vague sexual advances towards him. Being gay himself, he recognised the signs, but he wasn’t interested in Jack and kept his sexuality to himself. Instead, he visited the gay bars and clubs and picked up one-nighters for sex.

    After eight weeks, Kelvin was fully qualified, so was taken on as a sports masseur. At least he was no longer in close contact with Jack, although he continued to invite Kelvin to drinks after work and parties. But Kelvin politely declined and concentrated on doing his job, especially as it involved working on semi-naked bodies. His clients came from different backgrounds of all ages and race, and he enjoyed the physical contact. Some were gay and made it obvious, but he kept the service professional.

    After a year, he decided to leave Jack’s business and set up his own gay massage service. He designed a website to advertise the different types of massage that he offered, all of which involve the client being totally naked, and uploaded some enticing half naked images of himself. His favourite was the body-to-body massage in which both he and the client are totally naked. During the massage he slid his own naked body over the client’s, who was face down. This intimate process was repeated with the client on his back, so their cocks rubbed against one another. The massage culminated in the client being given a hand job to satisfy their sexual needs.

    He ran the business from his first-floor one bed flat in Camden to save on cost. It’s not a large flat but is sufficient for his needs and the rent is affordable. In addition to the bedroom there is an open plan living room which has a kitchen area at one end with a small dining table nearby. He hates eating on his lap, so invested in a glass table and four dining chairs. Apart from that, he has a two-seater sofa and a casual chair. Along the wall facing the sofa he built a bookcase to house the few books he owned plus his collection of DVDs and a TV.

    The bedroom was plenty large enough to accommodate a standard double bed and a side table nearby to store his supply of massage oil. A fitted cupboard, with shelving at one end, contained his clothes hidden out of view. The bathroom had a walk-in shower plus basin and toilet. He pondered whether or not to purchase a folding massage table but having seen that other masseurs used their bed, he decided to do the same. He was pleased he opted for that since it makes the massage more intimate with him straddling the client’s body on his knees.

    ***

    His first client was a twenty-year-old guy named Charley. The block of six flats had its own door entry system so he could see who was arriving but for added safety he’d installed hidden CCTV cameras. One outside his front door, and in every room in the flat, including the bathroom. The footage was stored online, and he hoped to have many hours of pleasure watching himself massage gorgeous guys.

    Charley had a beautiful body and clearly liked to show it off because as soon as he was inside the bedroom, he commenced stripping. Kelvin had opened the door to him wearing a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, which hid little from view. He’d been fortunate in being well endowed which frequently attracted guys for sex. With Charley now naked waiting to be told what to do, Kelvin removed his T-shirt.

    “You’ve booked the ninety-minute erotic body-to-body massage. Is that correct?”

    “Yep. Here’s the fee” Charley grinned as he passed over the required amount. The website made it clear that the fee had to be paid upfront to avoid problems. He offered to accept payment by cash or credit/debit card and Kelvin opted to use his card. Once the transaction had gone through, he slipped off his shorts.

    “Wow, you’re big. I’m gonna enjoy this” Charley grinned.

    Kelvin told him to lay face down on the bed with his head resting on the neck pillow he’d purchased so he could breathe being face down.

    “How long have you been doing this?” Charley asked as he positioned his naked body on the bed.

    “I’ve been a masseur for a year” Kelvin replied, not letting on that he was his first client. Seeing the naked body waiting for him with its perfect butt, caused his cock to jump to attention. He knelt across Charley’s thighs and his stiff cock rested along the enticing crack. He poured massage oil into one hand, rubbed them together and commenced massaging Charley’s back.

    “Mm. That feels so good” Charley grunted as the warm hands massaged his naked flesh. His arms were laying along his body and he could touch Kelvin’s knees. “Is it okay to touch you?”

    “Of course. You’re welcome to touch any part of me” Kelvin replied. “It adds to the erotic massage.”

    Charley moved a hand up Kelvin’s thigh as far as he could reach. His mind was in overdrive. He’d never had an erotic massage like this before. His shoulders were now being massaged and he could feel his muscles and his body relaxing, apart from the meat between his legs. That was already hard.

    Kelvin had carefully worked out how much time he should spend on each part of the body to provide the maximum enjoyment. To help him keep to his time limits, he’d hung a clock on the wall above the bed. When the allotted time for the upper back had been used, he shuffled his naked body down Charley’s legs to commence massaging the buttocks. With his hands charged with more massage oil, he commenced.

    “Fuck. That feels awesome” Charley muttered.

    As Kelvin massaged each buttock, he pulled them apart to expose the inviting crack. He ran a thumb along the crack and over the sensitive hole causing Charley to utter a long “Fuck”.

    With the buttocks done, he stood on the right side of the bed and worked his hands up and down Charley’s thigh. With each upward stroke, he moved his hand right into the groin to cause Charley’s cock to react even more. Realising that Kelvin was now more accessible, he lifted his hand to feel for the big black cock. To his delight, it was rock hard, so he held it and gently squeezed it.

    “Fuck, that’s a gorgeous cock” he muttered, wondering what it would feel like inside him. He wondered whether Kelvin even offered that service. He wasn’t sure but he might ask. He then felt his balls being cupped and gently massaged which sent him over the top. Kelvin then moved to the other side and did the same to his other thigh.

    Before he asked him to turn over, Kelvin closed his legs and knelt across them before gently resting his naked body on Charley’s and rubbed his erect cock over the buttocks and along the back. Charley’s whole body tensed with sexual excitement. After he’d turned onto his back, he gazed at the muscular naked guy who’d been performing magic on him. Kelvin started by standing beside the bed and massaged the top of Charley’s arm. His hand hovered in front of the big black erect cock, so he took hold of it.

    With one arm done, he moved to the other side and Charley held the cock again. It was now time to massage Charley’s chest, so Kelvin opened his legs wide and knelt between them. He teased each nipple until it was hard before pinching them, causing Charley to utter “Ah, fuck”. The massaging then proceeded down the torso over the stomach and onto the stiff cock that was resting there. He picked it up and ran it several times through his oily hand.

    Charley’s body was now full of sexual excitement, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. The hand let go of the organ just in time and it cupped his balls. Kelvin shuffled back and lifted one leg, resting the heel on his shoulder. He then proceeded to massage up and down the leg right into the crotch. The puckered hole was now on view, so Kelvin rubbed an oily finger over it before gently inserting it. He hadn’t planned to do this, but he couldn’t resist, and Charley clearly didn’t object.

    With one leg complete, he repeated the process on the other before massaging each foot. The massage was now at its final stage. Kelvin straddled the body and took both cocks in his hand. He slowly passed them through it before laying his whole body over Charley’s. He rubbed his cock against the other, watching Charley’s face. He could sense that he was near to a climax. Before it came, he sat up and completed the process with his hand. Suddenly, ribbons of white creamy cum shot out of Charley’s cock in an arch before landing on his chest. Once spent, Charley relaxed and closed his eyes. He then felt a cloth cleaning the cum off his chest.

    “That was amazing. I’d never imagined a massage could be so sensuous. Thank you so much.”

    Kelvin smiled and asked if he’d like a shower before leaving. As expected, Charley said he would, so he was taken into the bathroom. Once in the shower and shown the controls, he showered himself whilst Kelvin washed his hands. He then waited for Charley to exit the shower and gave him a clean towel to dry himself. Having been taken back into the bedroom, Charley dressed and said he’d definitely be booking another session.

    “Could I ask a question? Do you offer a service in which the final act is penetration?”

    Kelvin had expected someone to ask him this, so was prepared. “Yes. I can either fuck you or ride your cock, whichever you prefer. That service requires a two-hour session so costs an extra fifty pounds.”

    Charley nodded and then asked, “Would you be willing to do it without protection? I do test regularly.”

    “I would for an extra fee but we’d each take a PrEP pill beforehand and it’s recommended you take another the following day. I supply the pills and the additional fee is another twenty.”

    “So, for an extra seventy you’d fuck me or ride my cock to climax bareback?”

    “Correct” Kelvin replied.

    After Charley had left, Kelvin showered. His next client was due within the hour, so he removed the sheet, wiped the protective covering underneath, and fitted a new sheet along with a clean covering for the head pillow. Overall, he was pleased with his first massage session. Whilst he waited for his next client, he made some notes on the database he’d designed to store client details. This recorded what massage had taken place and other notes.

    2.

    His next client was Roland who was thirty-one. Kelvin had included year of birth as a required question when he’d designed the website booking form in order to give him the age of the client. Roland had also explained that he was blind. Having checked whether he’d need assistance to negotiate the stairs to the first floor, Roland replied that he used a stick and could manage. Kelvin had great respect for blind people and was amazed at how well they managed.

    Each floor of the building had three flats and the staircase was in the central core off which the flats were situated. The landlord was gay and made a point of renting to gay tenants. As a result, the tenants all knew one another. One flat on the ground floor was occupied by two gay guys who were married and in their forties. Another was occupied by a single guy in his mid thirties and although pleasant enough, kept himself to himself. The third on the ground floor was occupied by Chan, a twenty-year-old from Hong Kong. He’d left his home country as soon as China took over its governance, leaving his parents behind. Since they disapproved of their son’s sexuality, he was glad to get away. Having qualified as an accountant, he now had a lucrative job in the City.

    Kelvin’s next-door neighbour on the first floor was David, a twenty-three-year-old Trinidadian who’d been born and raised in Birmingham. Although his parents accepted his sexuality, he’d always yearned to live in London. He too was in finance and worked for an accountancy firm nearby. He also had a beautiful body. The third tenant on his floor was Paul. He was twenty-five and a commercial solicitor. Paul, David, and Chan had become close friends with Kelvin and frequently met up for evening dinner parties in one another’s flat. They also knew about his new venture.

    As he enjoyed being naked, Kelvin spent most of his time at home in that state of undress. Knowing that Roland was blind, he decided to meet him at the top of the stairs to guide him to the flat. He knew Paul and David were at work so wasn’t bothered about standing stark naked in the communal corridor. In any event, they’d already seen one another naked, but more about that later!

    Having seen that Roland had gained entry to the building via the door entry video system, Kelvin went into the communal area to meet him.

    “Hi, Roland. I’m at the top of the stairs to guide you to my flat.”

    “Thank you. That’s very kind. I have limited sight but it’s very hazy.” Once he’d reached the top, Kelvin took his arm and led him into the flat. “Mm, you smell nice. Are you naked?”

    Kelvin chuckled and said he was. “Can I touch you.”

    “Of course. You may touch as much as you like. My whole body is for your enjoyment.”

    Roland smiled. He was going to enjoy the next two hours. Once in the bedroom, Kelvin suggested he undress. As he did so, Kelvin took each garment, neatly folded it, and placed it on a chair. They then dealt with the fee, which Roland paid in cash.

    “Before we start, would you like to explore my body, so you have a sense of it?”

    Roland said he would, so ran his hands over Kelvin’s face and chest before exploring the more intimate parts. “You have a nice body” he commented as he felt the flaccid cock in his hand and the big balls hanging below. He then ran his hands over the firm buttocks and up down each thigh.

    “Thank you. I now have a mental note. I believe you’re a black American.” Kelvin said he was. “Your race has a distinct aroma which I love. My friend, who found your service on the net, said you’d placed several enticing images of yourself on your website.”

    “Is your friend interested in having a massage?”

    “If he didn’t live in Canada he most certainly would. We used to be lovers until he emigrated to live and work over there.”

    Kelvin helped him go face down on the bed and commenced the massage. He straddled Roland’s waist, making sure his own body made as much contact with Roland’s as possible, and commenced massaging the shoulders. They were tight but after a while they loosened up. His own cock was now erect, so he rubbed it against the back. Having massaged down the back without touching the buttocks, he decided to massage the arms next, so stood beside the bed. Placing Roland’s hand between his legs with his cock resting on it, he massaged the biceps. With one done, he repeated the process on the other side.

    Opening Roland’s legs wide apart, he knelt between them and massaged the buttocks, pulling them apart to expose the puckered hole. He ran his finger over it several times, causing Roland to utter groans of pleasure.

    “You certainly know how to turn a guy on” Roland laughed.

    Kelvin teased the balls with his hand before reaching beneath to feel the stiff cock. Roland lifted his body slightly to allow him access. After giving the hard organ several strokes, he turned around with his back to Roland’s head. He then massaged each thigh, touching the balls each time he reached the crotch.

    “Time to turn over” Kelvin said having climbed off him. He commenced with massaging the front of the arms, giving Roland the opportunity to feel his hard cock. Straddling across him again, pressing the two hard cocks together, he massaged the shoulders and the chest before moving down to massage each thigh. At every opportunity he stroked the stiff cock which jumped to attention with each touch.

    He still had plenty of time, so decided to kneel across Roland’s chest and sat gently on the stiff cock, rubbing its length with his buttocks. Before he climbed off, he hovered over it, took the length into his hand, and held it up to his own orifice. He heard Roland gasp as the sensitive head rubbed against his arse. He also gently pressed the head against his puckered hole as if he was going to sit on it. He sensed that Roland loved it.

    He climbed off, knelt between the legs, and lifted the left one, placing the heel on his shoulder. He massaged the thigh right into the crotch. After doing the same with the other leg, he teased the puckered hole and inserted a finger. It slipped in with ease, so he located the prostate gland and rubbed it.

    “Oh, yes. You’ve hit the spot” Roland muttered. His cock was now jumping up and down so Kelvin took hold of it. With the finger still inside the arse, he massaged the cock but didn’t let him climax. After a few moments, he laid his own body over Roland’s and rubbed the two cocks together until he felt Roland shoot his load. When spent, he continued rubbing their bodies with one another and kissed him on the lips.

    “Was that, okay?” he asked.

    “It was magical. I’ve never had anything like it before. I’ll get my friend to put a five-star review on your site and I’d like to book another session. I don’t get much sex these days. Guys don’t seem to like fucking a blind guy.”

    “I could add that in if you wanted” Kelvin replied, ‘but don’t mention that in your review. I don’t want to be arrested for running a brothel” he laughed.

    “You’re on. Just one thing. I hate using condoms. I know we should, but I find them most uncomfortable, and the sex is nowhere near as enjoyable.”

    Kelvin chuckled and told him it wasn’t a problem, but he’d supply PrEP. After having a shower, he helped Roland dress and booked another two-hour session in three weeks.

    ***

    It was the last Friday of the month which Kelvin knew meant one thing. The evening dinner with Paul, David, and Chan, and hopefully, sex. The evening before he received an invitation from David saying “You’re invited to a nudist dinner at David’s. Dress code ‘naked’.”

    It made him laugh because he’d hosted the previous dinner and told the others to arrive wearing underwear only. Having showered, he picked up the bottle of wine he’d purchased earlier that day plus a bottle of poppers. After locking the door behind him, he walked along the corridor to David’s flat. As he passed the stairs, he met a naked Chan walking up them.

    “One of these days I’m convinced I’ll meet someone who doesn’t live here” he laughed.

    “Hello, gorgeous. You’re looking as beautiful as ever” Kelvin smiled as he gave Chan a kiss. Just then, a naked Paul opened his front and joined them.

    “Hi, guys. Ready for some action tonight?” he laughed as he gave Chan and Kelvin a hug.

    “Certainly am” Chan laughed and held up a bottle of poppers.

    “Same here” Kelvin laughed and held up his poppers.

    Chan knocked on the door and a naked David opened it. “Hi, guys. Wow, you’ve all followed my dress code. Brilliant. You all look fucking amazing.”

    “So do you” Kelvin replied. “Can’t wait to have your gorgeous cock inside me later.”

    “The meal won’t be ready for another half-hour, so you could have it as a starter” he laughed as he invited them inside.

    “Yeah, let’s fuck him” Paul laughed.

    Before Kelvin knew what was happening, he was pulled down onto the floor in the living room and laid in his back. David knelt between his legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He then proceeded to lick the puckered hole and beneath the large pair of balls. At the other end, Chan and Paul were offering their cocks for Kelvin to suck. Both were hard so he had two sensitive heads to lick. He then felt two fingers probing his arse. He uttered “agh” whilst continuing to lick two swollen cocks.

    After giving the arse a good fingering to open it up, David lubricated his cock and thrust it inside.

    “Fuck” Kelvin cried as the big cock filled his arse. His mouth was then filled with two cocks. After several minutes of David fucking, Chan spilled his load into a mouth.

    “I reckon that arse can two cocks” Paul laughed. David agreed so he laid his body over Kelvin’s to allow Paul to insert his smaller cock into the arse alongside David’s. Kelvin’s arse was now stretched to its limit as Paul’s cock rubbed against David’s. Chan, meanwhile, hovered his body across Kelvin’s head so he could insert his stiff cock into it. Despite having just cum, he had plenty more to offer.

    Kelvin closed his eyes and pictured in his mind the two cocks fucking him and Chan’s fucking his mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. Several minutes later, all three yelled they were about to ejaculate and filled his arse and mouth with creamy cum.

    “That was fucking awesome” Kelvin exclaimed, once his arse and mouth was free of cock.

    “Okay, guys. Dinner should be ready. We’ll continue this afterwards.” The others sat at the table whilst David collected the meat pie he’d cooked.

    After finishing their meal, they returned to sex. David told Chan to get on his knees and suck his cock. The others watched as they sipped their brandy. David then laid on his back on the floor and told Chan to kneel across him so he could rim his arse whilst he sucked the hard cock. Chan loved having his arse licked, so immediately adopted the position. Kelvin looked at Paul.

    “Fancy being fucked?” Paul nodded and positioned his head between David’s open legs and commenced licking David’s balls whilst Kelvin fucked Paul’s arse by lifting his legs over his chest.

    “This is fucking heaven” David grinned. He loved having his cock sucked and his balls licked at the same time. Fifteen minutes later, David told Chan to fuck his arse. Chan preferred being a bottom, but he agreed and stuffed his lubricated cock into the open hole. Kelvin saw Chan’s arse pumping in and out and couldn’t resist it. He stopped fucking Paul and knelt across his face to get his cock into Chan’s arse. Seeing two large black balls hanging down above his face, Paul licked them.

    “I must make a move” Paul said just before midnight.

    Whilst David was seeing him out, Chan whispered to Kelvin, “Fancy joining me downstairs.” He’d had a crush on the gorgeous black guy for some time.

    “Okay” Kelvin replied. He liked Chan and fancied some one-to-one time with him. When David returned, they said they too should make a move. David nodded and watched them make their way out. Once out in the communal hallway, Chan took hold of Kelvin’s hand and led him downstairs. Neither were bothered about being stark naked as they made their way. At the bottom of the stairs they walked along the corridor to Chan’s flat which was at the front. Kelvin could see through the partly glazed main entrance door to outside but if felt perfectly normal to be doing so with nothing on. He watched silhouettes of cars drive by whilst Chan unlocked his front door.

    As soon as they were inside, Chan pulled Kelvin in for a kiss. It soon became passionate. Without saying anything, Chan led him into the bedroom, and they collapsed on the bed. Kelvin noticed that the duvet was on the floor as if in readiness. They kissed again and felt hard cocks rubbing against one another.

    “Fuck me” Chan whispered. They were now on their sides facing one another so Kelvin lifted Chan’s right leg, lubricated his excited cock, and pressed it through the puckered hole. Chan let out a long groan of delight as it filled him up. He felt the long thick cock pumping his arse and it was wonderful. As Kelvin fucked, they continued kissing which added to the erotic feelings. Kelvin was able to pump for a long time before he reached a climax, so it was fifteen minutes later when Chan knew his arse was being filled with ribbons of creamy cum. Kelvin then went down on Chan’s erect cock. After several minutes of sucking, he too was shooting his load. He kissed Kelvin and slipped into a deep sleep.

    Kelvin remained holding him for several more minutes before he eased himself out of the bed. He opened the front door and seeing that nobody was around, he quietly closed it behind him and skipped upstairs to his own flat.

    ***

    The alarm woke him at 9 am. He’d managed a good six hours of sleep. He remembered that he had a new client booked for 10.30 that morning so climbed out of bed and showered. He prepared the bed for the massage and sat down for breakfast, which as usual was a bowl of cereal and coffee.

    The client was an eighteen-year-old named Ryan who was Eastern European. He’d asked for a Tantric massage, so Kelvin guessed he didn’t want the massage to be erotic. He therefore dressed in T-shirt and his usual shorts despite the latter showing off his manhood, but he wasn’t ashamed of it.

    When he saw Ryan’s face on the video door entry system his body tensed with excitement. He was stunningly beautiful. He waited for him to knock on the door before opening it.

    “Hi, welcome. Come on in.”

    Ryan felt nervous. It was the first time he’d done anything like this. He followed Kelvin into the bedroom and gazed at the bed ready for action.

    “I believe you’ve booked for a 90-minute Tantric massage. Is that correct?”

    “Um, yeah. Wasn’t sure what to go for. It’s my first time.”

    Kelvin smiled. “You’re in safe hands. I’m a qualified sports masseur.”

    “Your website mentions an erotic body to body massage. How’s that different to the Tantric?”

    “It’s a similar massage but I use my whole body to massage yours, which makes it erotic. And it ends with sexual satisfaction.”

    “Does that include fucking?” Ryan asked, his eyes lowering to the clearly visible cock inside Kelvin’s shorts.

    “It can do, but that’s more expensive than the standard massage.”

    “Ah, that’s a shame. I’ve only got enough money for the cost of a tantric.”

    Kelvin thought for a moment. Or to be more correct, he was imagining fucking this beautiful eighteen-year-old. “Tell you what. Since it’s your first massage, I’ll give you a body to body which will end with me fucking you, for the cost of a Tantric. How about that?”

    “Wow, thanks. I’d love that.”

    Kelvin told him to remove all his clothes and whilst he did do, he removed his T-shirt and shorts. When Ryan saw the big black cook in the flesh, his own started to enlarge. Kelvin told him to get on the bed face down and added that he was welcome to touch any part of his body. He then mounted him and commenced massaging Ryan’s shoulders and back.

    With that complete, he moved down to the thighs and legs. He felt beneath him and slipped the erect organ through his well-oiled hand. Ryan was in heaven and couldn’t believe his luck. If his father could see him now, he’d have shot him on the spot. He didn’t approve of homosexuality, so Ryan had kept his to himself, but he knew he’d have to leave home shortly to live the life he wanted.

    Before he told Ryan to turn over, he massaged his arms to give him the opportunity to touch his body. He did, now feeling more adventurous.

    “Turn over” he told the lad. As expected, he was sporting an erection, so he slipped it through his hand to make it even harder.

    “Ah, fuck” Ryan exclaimed, his eyes on the stiff cock waiting to fuck him. Could he take that? He wasn’t sure. He’d been double fucked at a party that turned into an orgy, but he was drunk then and high in drugs.

    Kelvin completed his usual procedure and when he was ready to complete the final act, he lifted Ryan’s legs over his chest. “What I’m about to do is between you and me, so no mentioning it in any reviews or to anyone else. Understood?”

    Ryan nodded. His heart thumping at the thought of the big black cock fucking him. Kelvin lubricated his cock, he made no mention of protection, and eased it into the lad’s arse. Surprisingly, it slipped in with ease and he was soon deep inside, ready to fuck the lad’s brains out.

    “Shout if it’s too hard” he commented as he commenced a long hard fuck. Ryan didn’t say a word. He’d received worse when raped by two guys who disapproved of homosexuality, although it amused him that they’d fucked him and clearly enjoyed it.

    Several minutes later, Kelvin pulled out, shot his load over the entrance before plunging back in. Whilst he continued fucking, he massaged Ryan’s cock until he too had shot his load with loud grunts.

    “How was that?” Kelvin grinned.

    “Fucking awesome. I shall certainly be back for more and I’ll pay the correct rate. Thanks.”

    Kelvin was touched and kissed him on the lips, which added to Ryan’s pleasure.

    ***

    His next client that afternoon, was a nineteen-year-old named Vincent. He’d booked a ninety-minute body to body massage. Kelvin decided to greet him naked. Why, he had no idea since it was whim at the last moment. Vincent rang the door entry system and Kelvin let him in. When he saw him on his door CCTV, his heart skipped a beat. He was beautiful.

    “Hi, come on in” Kelvin said, and Vincent entered the hallway. His eyes immediately locked onto the big black cock. He loved black guys and loved being fucked by them, since he was mainly a bottom.

    “Hi” he managed to reply and followed the gorgeous black arse into the bedroom. He immediately paid the fee and commenced undressing. Kelvin then told him to lay face down on the bed. He did so, making sure that his big floppy cock was between his legs with the head peeping out.

    Kelvin mounted him and commenced the massage. Vincent loved the firm strokes, and the feel of Kelvin’s naked body rubbing against his as he massaged. The hands then moved to the buttocks, and he felt them being pulled apart to expose his arse. A finger then teased the hole and he groaned with pleasure. He then felt the strong warm hands massaging his groin and touching the sensitive head of his hard cock. He thought he was going to climax there and then but didn’t.

    The hands moved down his legs and touched his feet. He’d never realised that touching them like this was so erotic.

    “Turn over” Kelvin told him. He did so and felt embarrassed at his stiff cock that now insisted on standing up. He then saw Kelvin’s and all thoughts of embarrassment slipped from his mind.

    “Wow. You’re huge” he commented without thinking.

    “Would you like me to end the massage with it inside you? I normally charge more for that, but I’ll give it as a freebie.”

    Vincent immediately accepted before Kelvin changed his mind. He loved being fucked and something about this guy turned him on, and it wasn’t just his cock. Kelvin continued the massage as usual, giving the client plenty of opportunity to touch him. Vincent took every opportunity to touch the gorgeous hard cock. He loved it.

    “Ready?” Kelvin smiled as he was about to breach Vincent’s arse.

    “Yes” he replied. Kelvin then offered him a bottle of poppers. He loved using them during sex. He inhaled from the bottle into each nostril whilst Kelvin did the same. His head now spinning, he felt the big head breach him and the thick length fill his arse.

    “Ah, fuck” he exclaimed. “That’s out of this world. He snorted some more poppers and felt his head spin. He watched Kelvin do the same and guessed he was having the same reaction. Kelvin pumped for over ten minutes before he pulled out, shot his load over the entrance, and thrust back in. When he finally stopped pumping, he was exhausted, as was Vincent.

    They stayed motionless for a few moments with the thick black cock still embedded in the gorgeous arse. They kissed and it became passionate. Both knew from that moment that they’d fallen in love but neither said anything.

    “That was amazing” Vincent said when they’d both returned to earth and Kelvin had removed his lump of meat. “I’ll certainly be back, and I’ll pay the correct fee next time” he giggled.

    Kelvin watched him shower, not able to leave his eyes off of him. He then watched him dress but stayed naked himself. As he showed him out, Vincent grabbed his cock. “I look forward to that fucking my arse again.”

    “Me too” Kelvin grinned as he watched him walk down the corridor.

    3.

    That evening, Roland returned for another session. This time he wanted to be fucked. As before, he waited for him at the top of the stairs.

    “Are you naked?” he asked as he joined Kelvin.

    “Yes” he chuckled.

    “Mm. That’s so nice” he replied and began to feel all over him, including his butt and his flaccid cock. “You smell so delightful.”

    Once inside the bedroom, Roland undressed. He then passed over the agreed fee. Kelvin helped him get face down on the bed and commenced the massage.

    “Don’t forget I want it to end with me being fucked. Can’t wait to have that lump of meat inside me” Roland giggled.

    When Kelvin was massaging the buttocks, he decided to offer his lubricated cock to the puckered hole. It slipped in and he was soon deep inside.

    “Mm, lovely arse to fuck” he commented as he pumped.

    “And a lovely cock to do so. I want your load inside me” Roland replied.

    Kelvin duly obliged and continued fucking until he’d dumped his load. After pulling out, he helped Roland to turn over. He proceeded to continue his usual massage until he’d reached the end, but he didn’t want to end without another fuck. He lifted Roland’s legs and rested the heels on his shoulder before pressing his hard cock into the waiting arse. As he fucked, he massaged Roland’s cock. They reached their climax at much the same time.

    “That was brilliant. Thank you” Roland replied and booked another similar session for a month’s time. On that occasion he sat on Roland’s cock until he’d shot his load inside Kelvin.

    ***

    After his meal that evening, he felt tired so connected his laptop to the TV and watched gay porn. He found it very relaxing, apart from his cock which remained rock hard until he went to bed!

    The following morning he had a client at 9 a.m, which was unusual. His name was Rob and he’d been for a massage three weeks in a row. He was twenty-eight and always booked a two-hour slot wanting to be fucked, and Kelvin wondered how he could afford it since he appeared to be a working-class guy.

    “That’s what I like to see. Stark naked and ready to fuck me” Rob laughed as he walked in. “Hope this is in good working order” he added and manhandled Kelvin’s cock.

    With the full fee paid in cash, Rob stripped naked and laid face down. His cock was already hard. Kelvin commenced his usual routine and when he’d finished massaging the buttocks, pulled them apart to expose the entrance and presented the head of his stiff cock to it. A slight push saw it slip through.

    “Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that” Rob laughed but pleased to feel the big organ filling him up. “Yeah, give it a good hard fuck.”

    Kelvin continued fucking for several minutes before he stopped but kept his cock deep inside.

    “What do you do for a living?”

    Rob didn’t answer for a moment. “I buy and sell things for a profit” he answered but didn’t admit that most of the items were contraband including drugs. “If there’s anything you want, just let me know because I can obtain anything.”

    Kelvin guessed what that meant but continued the massage. “You can turn over now.” Rob did and his cock was standing proud. Kelvin straddled his legs and massaged the two together. When his own was hard again, he massaged Rob’s chest whilst rubbing the cocks together. He then lifted both legs over Rob’s chest and penetrated him. Rob gasped as the thick cock breached him again. Whilst Kelvin fucked, he massaged Rob’s cock but not to the point of climax. When he’d dumped another load of cum into him, he bent over and sucked him dry.

    ***

    Kelvin had been operating as a freelance masseur for a year and was very content with the level of income his erotic massages produced. He then received a strange email via his website.

    My employer would like to employ your services for two whole days from the morning of the 17th to the morning of the 19th of this month. You’d be required to provide an erotic massage service for ten guys during these two days.

    He’s willing to pay you for forty-eight hours at your hourly rate plus a fifty-percent bonus. If you accepted, the chauffeur would collect you from your home on the 17th and drive you home on the 19th. If you are interested, please call me on the following number. This request must be kept confidential and not disclosed to any other person.

    I look forward to hearing from you.

    William

    Kelvin was intrigued and the thought of receiving in excess of seven thousand pounds for two days was very tempting. He called the number immediately.

    “Could I speak to William, please.”

    “Speaking”

    “I’m Kelvin. I’ve just received your email regarding using my massage service.”

    “Are you able to fulfil the requirement?”

    “Yes. Can you give me the context?”

    William then explained that Sebastian, his employer and very wealthy, was inviting six guests for a gay party. “Sebastian is a very generous guy and includes his three staff in these parties” he added. The staff included William, aged twenty-two, who was Sebastian’s valet and house manager, Kaleem the chauffeur, aged twenty, and Kamal the chef, aged twenty-one.

    “How old is Sebastian?” Kelvin asked.

    “Twenty-three. Oh, by the way, everyone will be naked for the duration so all you need to bring are personal items and sufficient massage oil for at least twenty massages.”

    Kelvin said he looked forward to it.

    ***

    After a busy period leading up to the 17th, Kelvin set his alarm for 6.30 that morning so he was ready for Kaleem at 7.30. He’d prepared a holdall with a good supply of massage oil so only had to add his electric shaver and a few other personal items. As a result, as soon as Kaleem called to say he was waiting outside, he was out of the door and down the stairs in a flash. The only person he’d told that he’d be away for two days, was David since they always kept an eye on each other and their flat when away. However, he’d not said where he was going or why and David didn’t enquire which was another agreement they’d made, never to pry into one another’s life unless the information was offered. It also meant that if asked by another resident, they could honestly reply that they didn’t know.

    As soon as Kelvin stepped outside, he saw Kaleem sitting in a Mercedes. As he walked towards it, he jumped out and took Kelvin’s holdall to put into the back of the car and opened the front passenger door.

    “Thought you’d prefer to sit in the front” he smiled.

    Kelvin agreed as he admired the guy’s slim body. “Mauritian?” he asked as Kaleem climbed into the driver’s seat. He was seldom wrong when deciding people’s nationality.

    “Spot on” he smiled. “I was born there but my parents came to England when I was six months old. They seemed to think life would be better here but when I was sixteen, they were both killed in a road accident. Run over by an idiot who overtook a car that had stopped at a pedestrian crossing to let them cross the road.”

    “I’m so sorry. Did the driver stop?”

    Kaleem chuckled. “Oh, yes. He stopped alright. Whilst trying to avoid my parents he lost control of his car and crashed into an oncoming vehicle. When the police arrived, he was still trapped inside his car. My parents died two days later from their injuries. Since they rented, I was evicted a week later. I was homeless with nowhere to go so I came to London. I slept on the streets for three weeks and Sebastian saw me begging outside a pub. He took me inside, fed me and asked why I was homeless. On hearing my story he offered me a job and took me home with him. That was four years ago.”

    “Wow. Amazing.”

    “He’s a lovely generous guy. Okay, he can afford to be because he’s loaded. His father died from cancer leaving him his estate, his mother having fucked off with another guy several years before.”

    Sebastian’s country house was near Penshurst in Kent, so the journey would take around ninety minutes, subject to traffic.

    “Before you get too comfortable” Kaleem laughed, “since the next two days are no clothes, I’ve been instructed that we must arrive at Trent Hall, naked. Sorry about that but it’s by order of the boss.”

    Kelvin laughed. “Not a problem for me. I spend most of my time naked. When would you like me to strip?”

    “Now?” Kareem grinned. “The windows are tinted, so nobody can see in.”

    “Pity” Kelvin laughed. “I enjoy showing off my body to others.”

    I bet you do Kareem chuckled to himself and watched him out of the corner of his eye removing each item. First the trainers, then the track-suit bottoms and finally the T-shirt. Kareem told him to put them into the plastic bag with his name on. Once done, Kelvin tossed them onto the backseat and adjusted himself. Kareem used odd moments when stationery due to traffic to remove his trainers which he tossed into the back. At the next set of lights he slipped his jogging pants down his legs and off his feet. He’d worn these instead of his usual suit knowing that he’d be stripping off. They too were tossed into the back. A few yards down the road, he had time to remove his T-shirt and that joined the other items.

    “Do you often drive stark naked?” Kelvin laughed.

    “Every now and then when Sebastian is feeling horny and wants to feel my cock whilst driving home from some boring meeting.”

    “Mm, I’m not surprised. You’re very sexy.” Kelvin placed a hand on the naked thigh and moved it into the crotch to feel the flaccid cock. It wasn’t big but produced a nice erection. Kareem took the plunge and used his free hand to feel Kelvin’s big cock.

    “That is so beautiful. I love being fucked by a big cock.”

    “It’s all yours when I massage you. Have you ever had a massage?”

    “No, never. But I’m looking forward to your erotic body to body massage.” Kareem’s mind filled with the thoughts of Kelvin’s hot sexy naked body rubbing over his. It was just as well the car was automatic and almost drove itself.

    “Tell me something about the six guests” Kelvin said as he continued to lightly massage Kareem’s erection.

    “Sebastian is of Indian heritage. His father was a Rajah until he died. Sebastian came to England to manage the family business. As such, many of his friends are Indian. Nazir is twenty-two and is one of the youngest. He works in Sebastian’s office. He’s cute and very fuckable. Arun is twenty-six and also works for the company. He’s an accountant and also comes from a family with Indian royal connections. He’s a kind guy and loves kissing. Ahmed is the oldest in the group at twenty-eight and is a manager within the family firm. His father was also a Rajah. Michael, John, and Victor are in their mid to late twenties and are guys who Sebastian has met over the years. They’re lovely guys and very sexy.”

    “What about William?”

    “Not sure how Sebastian found him, but he manages everything within the house. He’s sexy and loves fucking whoever’s willing. That leaves Kamal. He’s twenty-one and grew up with Sebastian. When he moved to England, he brought Kamal with him. He’s very timid but an excellent cook, and he loves being fucked.”

    They continued the journey mainly in silence whilst each fondled one another’s cock. When they were near the destination, Kareem was tempted to divert to a quiet location where he could make love and be fucked by Kelvin, but he had second thoughts.

    “Here we are” he announced as he opened a grand set of wrought iron gates using a remote. He drove through and Kelvin could see the gates automatically closing behind them in the wing mirror. Ahead of them was a grand house. Kareem pulled up close to the front door to avoid Kelvin walking across the stoney surface. “I’ll bring your bag in. William will greet you once you ring the bell.”

    Kelvin climbed out not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed at being stark naked. He pulled the old-fashioned bell pull and the door opened.

    “Hi, I’m Kelvin.”

    “Nice to meet you and thanks for accepting this odd assignment. I’m William, Sebastian’s valet, and house manager.” Kelvin shook his hand as his eyes took in the beauty of the guy before him. “I’ll show you your room. I imagine you’d like a shower before you meet Sebastian. Kelvin took that as an instruction rather than a suggestion. He followed William up the wide, winding staircase and admired the beautiful buttocks in front of him. Later, when he descended the same stairs, he looked at portraits of Sebastian’s past family. He wondered what they’d think of a gay orgy taking place in this beautiful house and guests wandering around stark naked.

    Now showered and smelling beautiful, he made his way downstairs and found Sebastian in the dining room.

    “Ah, the erotic masseur. Thanks for joining our party. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it despite having to work.”

    “I don’t consider what I do as work. It’s one long pleasure meeting gorgeous men.”

    Sebastian smiled and gave him a kiss. “Well, you’re very welcome and if I may say so, you have a gorgeous body. I hope you enjoy being fucked.”

    Kelvin said he did. Just then one of the guests arrived. He too was despatched to his room to shower before meeting Sebastian. When he appeared, the two embraced before Kelvin was introduced.

    “This is Nazir.”

    “Wow. He’s gorgeous” he exclaimed as he eyed Kelvin up and down.

    One by one the other guests arrived and were introduced to Kelvin. By the time he’d met everyone, apart from Kamal the chef, he’d formed a plan in his mind as to how he’d operate. He also knew who liked being fucked and who preferred to do the fucking.

    “Now we’re all here, let’s have a pre-lunch drink” Sebastian announced. “Kaleem, would you serve them please.”

    Kelvin quickly learned that Kaleem was the odd job man as well as chauffeuring naked people around.

    “Can I give you a hand?” Kelvin whispered into his ear as he began to mix and pour nine drinks.

    “Thanks, you’re a star” he smiled. Whilst Kaleem served, Kelvin produced the cocktail. Sebastian was none the wiser.

    “What does an erotic massage involve?”  John asked Kelvin once he’d returned to the group of naked guys sipping their drinks.

    “Sensuous massage using my body against yours.”

    “And does it involve sex?”

    “I suspect it will here” Kelvin laughed. “Are you a top or bottom.”

    “Oh, definitely a bottom” John laughed as he gazed at Kelvin’s big cock.

    “In that case, you’re in for a treat.”

    “Don’t see any condoms around” John commented.

    “I don’t think they’re on the menu” Kelvin laughed. “Just drugs, poppers, and PrEP. Be sure to take one of those beforehand and another for the next three days.”

    “Ah” John grinned. “In that case I’m going to enjoy having an erotic massage.”

    A while later, William announced that a buffet lunch was served in the dining room. Everyone followed him and helped themselves to what they wanted off a side table before sitting down at the table. Sebastian sat in the centre seat on one side and invited Kelvin to sit beside him. Nazir sat on his other side. Throughout the meal, Sebastian groped Kelvin or Nazir.

    ***

    “Now we have had sustenance, the real party begins” Sebastian announced. “Kelvin will commence massaging you one by one and the others can watch, join in, or have their own fun. You’ll find a range of recreational drugs on the sideboard, so help yourselves, plus there are bottles of poppers for you to sniff. You’ll also find a range of sex toys to use. Enjoy.”

    The guests cheered and followed William into the large living room where the action would take place. Padded mattresses festooned the floor and beside one, Kelvin found his bag of massage oil plus a small towel. Although he normally didn’t use drugs, he had a feeling he’d need some for this assignment. Lines of cocaine were neatly arranged on a tray, so he snorted one before taking a bottle of poppers.

    The guests had picked the order in which they’d receive their massage and Arun was first. Kelvin concentrated more on the erotic massage elements since sex was the main item of interest. Whilst he massaged, Michael positioned himself at Arun’s head so he could suck his cock. After Kelvin had massaged Arun’s buttocks, Ahmed silently indicated that he’d take over. Kelvin climbed off and Ahmed took his place. He plunged his stiff cock into the arse and fucked. Arun groaned as the cock filled him up and he had another filling his mouth.

    After a few minutes, Ahmed pulled out and let Kelvin continue. He told Arun to turn over. Once on his back, Victor hovered over Arun’s face and stuffed his stiff cock into the mouth. After minimal massage, Kelvin lifted Arun’s legs and inserted his cock into the now lubricated arse. He then felt someone else’s cock slip in beneath his and Arun was double fucked.

    The afternoon continued in much the same way with the person being massaged having cocks thrust into their mouth or arses sat across their face to rim plus lots more double fucking.

    Kamal produced a magnificent evening meal, after which everyone lazed around drinking and taking drugs, plus, of course, more sex.

    It was almost midnight before everyone made their way to bed and to his surprise, Nazir followed Kelvin into his room.

    “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

    Seeing the guy’s beautiful naked body, Kelvin said he was most welcome. They spent another hour sucking each other’s cock and fucking before finally drifting off to sleep.

    It was mid-morning by the time everyone had appeared for breakfast, so Kamal produced a brunch.

    “It’s a lovely day, so let’s enjoy ourselves outside” Sebastian announced. Once the brunch was over, most of the party followed him naked into the garden and the grounds beyond. The day wasn’t as hectic as the day before but plenty of sex took place along with consumption of alcohol and drugs.

    Everyone made their way to bed earlier that night and Nazir slept with Kelvin again having first enjoyed more sex. Everyone was up for breakfast bright and early the following morning, so Kamal served a traditional English breakfast. Afterwards, the guests made their way home. Kaleem gave Kelvin his clothes, so he got dressed. Sebastian thanked him for his services and confirmed that he’d settled the bill by paying it into his account.

    “It was a great success, and everyone enjoyed it, so I may well invite you again” he said before saying farewell to Kelvin. Kaleem led him to the car outside and as before he sat in the front with him.

    “I missed out on you giving me a massage” Kaleem commented as they set out.

    “Did you want one?”

    “I’d have loved one, but the guests hogged your services” he laughed.

    Kelvin decided to say no more for the moment and let the journey continue. As they made their way, they discussed the guests and who they thought had the sexiest body. They eventually agreed on Nazir.

    “I enjoyed being naked with you in the car on the way down. It was good fun.”

    “I did too” Kelvin replied, wondering if it was an invitation for him to strip off.

    They made good time on their way home and were entering the road where Kelvin lived within one-hour-twenty minutes.

    “Are you in a hurry to get back?” he asked Kaleem.

    “No. I told Sebastian that I might stay over in London for the night.”

    “Would you like to come in and I’ll give you the massage you missed?”

    Kaleem immediately accepted. He’d hoped Kelvin would offer. He found a parking bay for the car, and they walked to the block where Kelvin lived. Once inside, he listened for any movement. As expected, there was none since the other residents were at work.

    “Let’s have some fun” Kelvin grinned and commenced stripping off his clothes at the bottom of the stairs. Kaleem giggled and joined in. They then walked naked up the stairs to Kelvin’s flat carrying the holdall in which they’d stuffed their clothes. Kaleem loved the excitement, and he loved being with the sexy Kelvin. As soon as they were inside the flat and Kelvin had dumped the holdall onto the floor, Kaleem pulled him into a passionate kiss. For a moment, he was taken aback but soon joined in with tongues probing one another’s mouth and rubbing each other’s erection.

    He manoeuvred him into the bedroom still kissing. Flung the duvet onto the floor and pushed the naked Kaleem into the bed. He covered him with his own body and continued kissing. When that paused, he moved down the sexy body and took the stiff cock into his mouth. As he sucked, he fondled the balls and fingered the arse. Kaleem was gasping and caressing any naked flesh he could reach on Kelvin’s body.

    Kelvin stopped and looked up at him. “Fuck me” he implored. Kaleem gasped and nodded. Kelvin lubricated the fully erect cock and fed it into his arse. Wanting to be in control, Kaleem flipped him onto his side and began pumping with all his might into the arse he’d dreamt of fucking since first seeing him walking to the car two days before.

    “Ah, yes. This is so fucking good” he exclaimed as he continued fucking. Ten or so minutes later, he yelled that he was about to shoot his load. He did and every drop went into Kelvin’s arse.

    Before he had time to compose himself, Kelvin had flipped him over and had his hard cock inside Kaleem’s arse. The fuck lasted almost twenty-minutes before he had dumped his load of cum into the hot channel.

    Seeing that Kaleem was in no hurry to leave, Kelvin prepared sausage and mash for lunch. Afterwards he gave him a two-hour erotic body to body massage which ended in another long hard fuck. Kaleem was in heaven. He’d never experienced anything like it before.

    Afterwards, Kelvin checked his emails. A nineteen-year-old named Vincent had booked an erotic massage for ten the following morning. He responded, giving him the address. Another guy wanted a similar massage at two and another at five. He’d no sooner responded to that when Charley booked a two-hour session for eight that evening.

    He glanced at Kaleem who was lazing along the sofa reading an erotic gay magazine. His naked body looked so sexy.

    “Just so I know, are you planning on staying the night?”

    Kaleem’s eyes lit up. “Could I?”

    Kelvin smiled and said he’d be very welcome. “I’m sure we can think of something to do to amuse ourselves.”

    Kaleem grinned and involuntarily stroked his cock which was semi-erect.

    They decided to have beans on toast for their evening meal and whilst they ate, Kaleem asked about the massage service and the types of clients who came. When he heard that three were booked for the next day and four the following day, he was well impressed.

    “A lucrative business” he grinned.

    After washing up the dishes, Kaleem moved up behind him and hugged him tight, his hands wrapped around the waist and a hand grasped the big cock.

    “You’re gorgeous” he whispered into an ear. His cock was hard, and he guided it to Kelvin’s arse. He hadn’t expected it to go in, but it did, so he fucked him up against the sink. Once he’d shot his load, Kelvin twisted around and kissed him. It became passionate again. He manhandled him to the cabinet nearby and bodily lifted him. Fortunately, he was smaller and lighter than Kelvin. His own cock was rampant, so he guided it into Kaleem’s arse. With one shove, it slipped in. He held it deep inside for several minutes whilst they kissed before fucking him to a satisfactory conclusion.

    They spent the evening watching gay porn on the TV via Kelvin’s laptop. He subscribed to several channels so had a good choice. By the time they went to bed, their cocks were hard and demanded attention. They fucked each other before going to sleep.

    The following morning, Kaleem left and returned home. He’d fallen in love with Kelvin but didn’t say anything. Kelvin liked him, especially his body, but no more. However, he did agree that he could visit when he was next in London and had time to spare.

    4.

    As soon as Vincent walked through the door, Kelvin felt his heart start to thump. He was the most gorgeous guy he’d ever met. He led him into the bedroom in a daze.

    “I’ve so often wanted to book an erotic massage but have never had the nerve. Then, I came across your website and knew you were the guy to provide it.”

    “I’m so glad you did” Kelvin replied, his heart beating even harder. He wanted to take this beautiful man into his arms and make love. Instead, he accepted the agreed fee for the ninety-minute session and invited him to undress.

    “Everything?” Vincent grinned. “I’ve never done this before” he added, grinning.

    “Yes, everything. I need you stark naked so you can enjoy the sensation of our naked bodies rubbing against one another.

    “Wow. My heart’s fluttering with excitement” Vincent smiled as he slipped off his briefs. He’d made sure to wear his skimpiest pair. He watched Kelvin remove his T-shirt and shorts and gasped as he gazed at the naked body. Especially, the big black cock hanging between Kelvin’s legs.

    “We’ll start with you laying face down.” Once on the bed, Kelvin straddled him and commenced massaging the young shoulders. “What do you do for a living?” he asked casually.

    “I’m a trainee accountant. I was owed some time, so decided to take this morning off.”

    “Are you from London?”

    “Born and bred in Shropshire but couldn’t wait to leave home. Parents didn’t approve of having a gay son. Older brother was perfect in their eyes, and I was the big disappointment. So, came to London to get a job and live a gay life. That was a year ago and have never regretted it.”

    “Where do you live?” Kelvin asked, now massaging the lower back.

    “Camden. Just two streets away. Rent a room in a flat share. It’s basic but suits me for the time-being. Ah, fuck. That feels so good” he gasped. Kelvin was now massaging the buttocks and pulling them apart to run his thumb over the puckered hole. He was so tempted to fuck it there and then.

    Vincent must have been reading his mind. “How erotic do you go?”

    “As far as you like” Kelvin replied.

    “Including fucking?”

    “Yes. Including fucking if that’s what you want.” He’d already decided to fuck without charging more if Vincent wanted him to do so.

    Vincent didn’t reply, so Kelvin continued massaging the buttocks and then each thigh, making sure to go deep into the crotch and reach beneath him to feel his cock, which was now hard.

    “You can turn over now.”

    Vincent shuffled over onto his back, now conscious of the erection he was sporting. They smiled at one another but said nothing. Vincent then noticed the big black cock that was standing out proud.

    “Wow, you’re big” he grinned. He’d always liked looking at black guys, especially naked, and frequently wanked himself off to black gay porn. He watched him massage his legs, his hands moving into his crotch and brushing against his balls. His cock was now jumping up and down with excitement. He so wanted to feel Kelvin’s body rubbing over his. Then, without saying anything, Kelvin straddled his thighs and lowered his naked body on top of his. His heart was thumping with excitement and so was Kevin’s. The two hard cocks rubbed against one another as their heads got closer together.

    Vincent placed his hands around Kelvin’s face and pulled it towards his. Their lips touched and they kissed. Both of them wanted the kiss so much. It became passionate and Kelvin felt Vincent’s tongue pushing against his lips. He opened his apart to let it in. The kiss became hot, and both knew it was a lover’s kiss.

    “Mm” Kelvin groaned as the intense kissing continued.

    “Mm” Vincent echoed and rubbed his cock against Kelvin’s.

    The kiss ended and Vincent looked into Kelvin’s dark brown eyes. He looked into Vincent’s blue eyes.

    “Fuck me” Vincent whispered.

    Kelvin immediately lubricated his erection, lifted one of Vincent’s legs and pressed the head against the waiting hole. It eased through and then slid into the hot arse.

    “Ah, fuck. You’re so sexy” he muttered as he slowly fucked. The action lasted at least ten minutes before Kelvin uttered a low gasp. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

    “Yeah, fill me up” Vincent grinned. “I want every drop.”

    The result of the climax continued for several minutes before Kelvin collapsed on top of him. They kissed again just like lovers do after passionate sex.

    “That was beautiful” Vincent said. “Thank you.”

    “Thank you. That was an amazing fuck.”

    They looked at one another both wanting to say something, but each waited for the other to do so. After a few moments, Kelvin climbed off and helped Vincent up. They briefly kissed again before he asked if he’d like a shower. He said “yes”. He watched him bathe his beautiful naked body and pondered his next move.

    “If I could afford it, I’d book another session tomorrow, but it will take me several weeks to save up for another” Vincent said as he dried himself on the clean towel he’d been given.

    “Are you free tomorrow evening?”

    Vincent looked at him. “Yeah. Why?”

    “Would you like to join me for an evening meal, and if you want, I’ll give you another massage for free.”

    Vincent gasped. “Are you serious?”

    “Yes, very.” I love you and want to have more wonderful sex, Kelvin thought.

    “Yeah, I’d love to” Vincent replied and threw his arms around the gorgeous black shoulders. His hands caressed the beautiful black back and he so wanted to say I love you.

    “Excellent. What time do you finish work?”

    “Five”

    “Come straight here. It will give us more time together. You can change out of your suit. I assume you wear a suit to work.”

    Vincent nodded. His mind was spinning. “I’ll bring some casual clothes” he replied.

    “No need. I seldom wear much if anything whilst at home” Kelvin grinned.

    Vincent caught on and his face beamed. The thought of spending an evening totally naked with this beauty was a perfect dream.

    “That’s settled. About what time will you arrive?”

    Vincent said around five-thirty since he could walk from his office. They kissed and both felt cocks go hard between their legs. Kelvin was so fired up that he was on the verge of taking him back to bed, but for full on sex this time. He then remembered that he had another client who’d booked a one-hour tantric massage for midday, so he kissed Vincent on the lips and said he’d better get dressed. Vincent took the hint and hurried into the bedroom where he’d left his clothes. Kelvin remained naked, much to his delight.

    ***

    As he performed the tantric massage on the guy, his mind was still on Vincent. He’d never imagined that he’d fall in love with a guy so quickly but there was something about the nineteen-year-old that made his body tingle all over, and it wasn’t just the sex. Having finished the massage, the guy thanked him and got dressed, not wanting to shower.

    “I’ll certainly be back for another” he said as he buttoned up his shirt.

    “Great and don’t forget I offer other types of massage if you’re interested.”

    “Yeah. I wondered about the erotic body to body massage. What does that include?”

    Kelvin told him and the guy’s eyes lit up. “Mm. That sounds exciting. Perhaps I’ll go for that next time.”

    The other two massages later that day were erotic and as Kelvin performed, he couldn’t stop thinking about Vincent and in his mind, it was his body that he was massaging. Charley wanted the massage to end with Kelvin fucking him, so that’s what he got but, in his mind, it was Vincent’s arse he was fucking.

    ***

    Vincent couldn’t concentrate on his work during the day because all he could think about was meeting Kelvin again that evening. He kept asking himself, does he love me, and his mind kept going back to the wonderful erotic massage and the beautiful fuck. He’d met and had sex with lots of guys in his short life, but none of them were like Kelvin. He knew he wanted him without any doubt but was the feeling mutual?

    At five on the dot, he cleared his desk, said goodnight to his workmates and hurried out of the office. The walk took twenty-minutes although he could have waited for a bus but by walking, he knew he was getting nearer by the minute to the man he loved.

    Kelvin opened the door wearing just an apron and nothing else because he’d been preparing the evening meal. Vincent’s face changed into a big wide grin. Once inside and the door closed behind him, he dropped his briefcase and wrapped his arms around Kelvin’s beautiful body. They kissed and kissed as hands felt one another. Vincent felt the firm naked buttocks whilst Kelvin fumbled to undo the buttons on Vincent’s shirt.

    The kiss stopped and they looked at one another. Their faces were one of love and neither had any doubt. Without saying anything, Kelvin removed his apron whilst Vincent removed his suit jacket. Kelvin then helped him remove his shirt and trousers. His skimpy briefs were bulging with the erect cock inside. Kelvin picked up the discarded clothes and led him into the bedroom. Whilst he hung the items on a hanger to place in the wardrobe cupboard, Vincent slipped off his socks and briefs. They briefly stood naked with hard cocks clearly ready for action and smiled at one another.

    “You’re so beautiful” Kelvin remarked.

    “And you’re so gorgeous” Vincent replied before taking him into his arms. The next five minutes was spent kissing passionately as their hard cocks rubbed against one another. The duvet had been removed that morning in readiness for massage sessions during the day, so was still neatly folded and out of sight. Vincent gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and covered him with his naked body. As the kissing continued, he rubbed his hard cock against Kelvin’s.

    Suddenly, he stopped kissing and moved down the perfect naked body to take the big black cock into his mouth. He took as much as he could until he could feel the big head at the back of his throat. He sucked and licked, fondling the black balls in his hand. Kelvin’s body was shivering with excitement. It was seldom that he was the recipient of such erotic action.

    “Fuck me” he implored. Vincent looked up and grinned. Kelvin spread his legs wide over his chest to expose what he wanted fucked. Vincent went down on the puckered hole and licked it. He then teased it with his tongue, opened the orifice wide so he could gain access. His tongue delved deep inside.

    “Fuck me” Kelvin implored again. He was desperate to feel Vincent’s hot cock inside him.

    Vincent finally relented and lubricated his stiff cock before taking a sniff of poppers up each nostril. He loved the thrill it gave him. He guided the head of his cock through the entrance and watched it slip inside. He then pushed the remainder of his cock into the hot channel. He wasn’t big but sufficient enough to give pleasure.

    “Ah, fuck” Kelvin cried out. “That feels fucking beautiful. “I love you, Vincent, I love your hard cock and I love your gorgeous body.”

    Vincent almost cried. He laid his naked body over Kelvin’s and kissed him hard as he continued fucking.

    “You love my cock fucking you?” he grinned after the kiss.”

    “Yes”

    “You love my body.”

    “Yes”

    “And you love me.”

    “Yes, yes” Kelvin replied, thrusting his body to get the cock deeper inside. “I love every bit of you. I love you, Vincent. I’ve fallen madly in love with you.”

    He looked into Vincent’s blue eyes, hoping against hope that Vincent would reply in the same way.

    “That’s just as well, because I love your cock inside me, I love your sexy naked body and most of all, I love you. Have done since the moment I met you.”

    “Ah, fuck. That’s music to my ears. I want you to be my lover. In fact I want you to move in with me. I love you so much. You’re my perfect guy.”

    “Wow, move in with you? Are you sure?”

    “Yes, yes. One hundred percent. Will you? Be my lover and move in so we can do this every night?”

    Vincent kissed him and then looked directly into Kelvin’s eyes. “I also love your your beautiful brown eyes. There’re so sexy, like the rest of you.”

    “Will you? Will you move in with me?”

    “Yes” Vincent replied with tears running down his face. Kelvin kissed him, also crying.

    “Thank you. You’ve made a guy very happy.”

    “Me too. When do you want me to move in?”

    “Immediately” Kelvin grinned.

    Vincent’s cock was still deep inside Kelvin’s arse. He thrust some more until he’d deposited his load.

    “You’ve now got my seed deep inside you and there’s plenty more for every time I fuck you” he grinned.

    “Can’t wait, but we’d better eat, unless you want a burnt toad in the hole.”

    Right in cue, the timer chirped to announce the cooking time was up. “Come as you are. I want to admire your naked body whilst we eat.”

    Vincent was happy to oblige, so pulled out and climbed off him. He then followed him into the kitchen, admiring the butt he’d just fucked.

    “That was delicious. I love sausage toad in the hole. It reminds of something” Vincent laughed, when he’d eaten the last morsel.

    “I can’t possibly imagine what but I’ve a good idea” Kelvin laughed and leaned forward to grab hold of Vincent’s face, “I love you so much.”

    “And me you. We’re perfect for one another.”

    Kelvin agreed,

    After they’d washed up the dishes, he didn’t own a dishwasher, they returned to the living room, and he poured two generous brandies. He invited Vincent to sit on his lap and it wasn’t long before he had his thick cock inside his arse. It slipped into it with ease, despite no lubricant. He slowly fucked and deposited his load inside.

    They then discussed the move into Kelvin’s flat. They decided that he’d help Vincent move his personal items in at the weekend in two day’s time. In the meantime, he’d live with Kelvin.

    The following evening, Kelvin had a client. Vincent watched him perform from the doorway. Kelvin indicated for him to join in. Whilst he massaged the guy’s shoulders, Kelvin massaged the back. Being naked, the client sucked Vincent’s cock whilst Kelvin licked the enticing arse hole. The client was in heaven and when the session ended and he saw the beautiful Vincent, he left a big tip, which Kelvin gave to him.

    From thereon, Vincent took part in any massage that took place when he was at home and received part of the fee. On some occasions he even fucked the client after, or before, Kelvin had done the same. As a result, the business boomed.

    At the weekend, Kelvin helped Vincent pack his clothes and personal items to vacate the flat share. They lived happily ever after and Kelvin continued to be a masseur, with Vincent’s help when he could!

    *****

  • Adulting

    Scotty’s Christmas Story

     I was in Wisconsin sitting at a table in an airport bar waiting for Kev and Randy. Their flight was supposed to land in about twenty minutes or so. We’re on our way home for Christmas, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I couldn’t talk Brad into coming home with me which really sucks! I was hoping he would change his mind. Kev even called him and tried to convince him, but he felt like he was butting in on family stuff. Well, at least he won’t be alone. Jordy and Marc are having a bunch of friends over and invited him. He promised to Facetime me on Christmas day. It was Christmas Eve and I was going with Randy and Kev to Randy’s mom’s house… ugh. I didn’t really want to go but they were my ride so I was kind of stuck. I texted Brad when I landed an hour before, but he still hadn’t responded he must’ve been in a meeting.

    By the time I downed my Bloody Mary, Kev and Randy had walked into the bar and were moving towards my table. I got up and hugged them both so hard. “Fuck it’s cold here!” Kev said as he held me tight. God I love my brother. “You been waiting long?”

    “Nah, just long enough to down a Bloody Mary” I said.

    “Here. Mom and Pop wanted me to give you this” Kev said nonchalantly as he handed me an envelope with a greeting card in it. “Wait, They said I should film you when you open it, so they can see your reaction.” Kev grabbed his phone and said “Go!” then hit record.

    I opened the card and read it out loud “Scotty, we couldn’t think of what to get you for Christmas. Kevin and Randy said this would make you happy.” I turned the card around and looked inside the envelope expecting to see a gift card or something, but there was nothing. Then I looked up at Kevin, he moved out of my site-line and there was Brad behind him with a giant bow on his head walking into the restaurant towards us. “BRAD??!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!” I pushed Kev out of the way so hard he almost fell over and ran to him, my heart was beating a million miles an hour, tears were flowing out of my eyes and down my face.

    “Your parents called me and invited me. Then they sent me a plane ticket.” He looked at the camera and said, “Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Nicholls, I can’t wait to meet you both in person.”

    Then Randy mugged for the camera “we told you it would make him happy!”

    Kevin put the camera back on me and I said “Thanks Mom and Pop. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

    Kev held the camera high and pointed it at all of us and said, “Say Merry Christmas” We all did and waved and then he stopped recording and sent it to my parents.

    I was still holding Brad tight “I can’t believe you’re really here” I whispered in his ear.

    “You happy?” He asked. I just kissed his cheek “Good. God I missed you so fucking much.”

    Once the camera was off I looked over to Kev and Randy. Randy handed me another envelope and said, “Here’s our Christmas gift to you guys.” I let go of Brad and opened it, he looked over my shoulder as I did. It was a hotel reservation for tonight.

    Kev said “We’ll drop you off at the hotel downtown on our way to Randy’s mom’s and pick you up in the morning, so you guys can spend some time together”

    “You guys, this is too much” I said still surprised that Brad was here. FUCKING BRAD WAS HERE!!

    “It was a fuck of a lot cheaper than fixing up your Subaru like we did last year” Randy said and made Kev laugh. “Merry Christmas guys.” I was standing there still kind of in shock. Less than five minutes ago I was missing Brad and feeling sorry for myself, now here I was with my arm around him. “Let’s get the rental car and we’ll drop you guys off at the hotel. You better call Mom and pop.” Kev said. Brad went with Kev and Randy to get the car while I stayed back a and called my parents. Dad answered and put me on speaker, so mom could hear.

    “I can’t believe Kev told you about Brad. But thank you.” I said.

    “He didn’t” Pop said, “Randy did. He called me and told me that Brad was important to you and he needed to be with family. I figured I could make you both happy with one plane ticket. No brainer. Done.” I wasn’t sure how to respond. It was just my parents doing what they do, opening their home and turning strangers into family.

    After a few seconds of silence I simply said, “I love you Pop and Mom.” They said I love you back and Mom got in the last word “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, and to meet Brad” then we hung up. I stood there for a second trying to compose myself and process what just happened in the last few minutes. I went from missing Brad to being with him… wait a minute? Why the fuck am I sitting here thinking about this? I ran, literally ran, to catch up with Brad. I found him at the rental counter and grabbed him in my arms. I just held him not giving a fuck who saw or what they thought. I. Was. With. Brad.

    Kev shook the car keys “C’mon boys let’s hit the road.” We piled into the rented SUV and headed downtown. I was silent as I sat in the back seat with my head on Brad’s shoulder with and ear-to-ear smile on my face.

    “Are you staying with me all week until we go to Vegas?” I asked hoping.

    “No. I’m heading back to Phoenix on the 26th with Randy, we’ve got a lot to do to close out the year. But I’ll see you again in Vegas on New Year’s Eve.” He said kissing the top of my head. We drove quietly for a while after that.

    Brad broke the silence “Your parents. What the fuck?” he said with a chuckle. Randy let out a huge laugh from the front seat.

    “I told you” Randy said “These people are amazing. Mr. Nicholl’s is more of a father to me than my dad ever was.” Randy and my dad had bonded over the past year and were very close. When Brad told Randy about how his dad cut him off, Randy could empathize and kind of took Brad under his wing. He and Kev had Brad over for dinner a few times since Thanksgiving and Randy’s been watching out for him at work. When none of us could talk him into coming with us at Christmas, Randy called in the big guns. My Pop! When Pop heard the story he called him personally, convinced him to come and sent him a plane ticket. No one says no to Pop.

    “They don’t know crap about me, but they sent me a plane ticket and invited me into their home. I just can’t get over that. What awesome people.” Brad said as he shook his head in disbelief.

    “We’re so fucking lucky” Kev said from the driver’s seat. “Our parents love and support us no matter what.”

    “God, the universe, the main goddess or whatever you believe in knew what they were doing when they gave them two gay kids” I said, “They handled it perfectly.”

    “Yup, when I came it, it was like nothing” Kev added

    “They took to me instantly and treat me like their own” Randy said, “I call them Mom and Pop. Mom Knitted me this sweater last Christmas, I live in Arizona for god’s sake!” We all laughed “But I love the hell out of it.”

    “He wore it by the pool last week” Kev said laughing. We shared Mom and Pop stories while Brad just listened in awe. He had a weird look on his face, I had no clue what he was thinking. We were almost to the hotel when he finally spoke up.

    “I’m sorry, but I’m just so fucking jealous” he said, “My father wishes I was dead, and my family isn’t allowed to talk to me.” I still had my head on his chest and could feel his chest heaving, he was holding it back, but Brad was starting to break down. The car got quiet as Kevin pulled up to the front door of the beautiful old hotel. We all got out of the SUV as Brad and I unloaded our stuff.

    Randy walked over to Brad and hugged him. He whispered something in his ear, Brad started to cry on Randy’s shoulder, his breaths short and his chest heaving as he buried his face on Randy’s shoulder. Randy held the back of his head tight against him and kissed the top of his head tenderly holding his lips there like he was comforting a child. They stood there for a couple of minutes with Randy holding him tight until he calmed down and regained his composure. When he calmed down, Brad gave Randy a final squeeze and said “Thanks, Bro.” I realized that Randy was becoming the older brother Brad needed. Randy was his Kev.

    Brad let go of Randy and came over to kiss me “Sorry, the Holidays are rough for me” He said. I just hugged him tight.

    “Have fun you guys, We’ll pick you up at 9:00AM sharp right here, then off to Mom and Pop’s” Kev said then hugged me goodbye.

    “Thank you for this guys. I was totally blown away. Best. Fucking. Bromo’s. EVER!” I said as I stood there holding Brad.

    “Anything for my baby brother, Merry Christmas, Whoops” Kev said as he got into the SUV. Randy shot us a smile and climbed into the passenger seat… and they were gone. I was alone with Brad.

    “Let’s go check-in” I said. Brad smiled at me. Damn, those fucking dimples!!! We walked into the hotel. Damn, this place was nice “Hi, reservation for Scott Nicholls” I said to the very cute desk clerk. He smiled and started tapping on his keyboard. He handed me the key and said, “You’re just staying with for tonight I see, and we have you in the Presidential suite.” He pointed us to the elevators and told us to call if we needed anything.

    We rode the elevator to the top floor, found our room and opened the door. Wow, the room was beautiful. As always, Randy and Kevin went all out. “You okay?” I asked Brad as I put my bags down and walked towards him to embrace him. I just held him. I was so freaking happy.

    “I’m good” He said and kissed my forehead. I love when he does that. Something about it was so comforting. “You know what Randy said to me…” he said as more of a statement than a question “He said…” He hesitated “He said… You’re not alone anymore, you’re family now” and then he hugged me tight and tears were running down his face. This beautiful, confident man was a fucking mess inside. At that moment I hated his fucking father.

    “Brad…” I said extremely nervously “I’m not thinking about saying I love you anymore.” He looked at me curiously “I’m saying it. I love you Brad Westin.” That did it. The tears were gone, and his smile was back. “I know we’re just getting started, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I love you.” He kissed me.

    “I love you too Scott Nicholls. I love everything about you. Your cockiness, your shyness, your manly body and your boyish charm. I love you… and I’ve wanted to say it on our first date but didn’t want to freak you out.” Then he kissed me lightly on the lips. Our little peck turned into a passionate kiss. Our passionate kiss turned into touching, feeling, and stripping. Clothes were flying around the room. Within minutes we were laying side-by-side on the huge king bed. It was early afternoon and sunlight was streaming through the window back lighting Brad’s handsome face as I stroked it with my hand and studied him with my eyes. This guy had been hurt, hurt bad, and I wanted to make everything better for him. He smiled at me and I melted inside.

    I ran my hand up and down his strong torso, circling his nipples as he let out a big sigh. I was loving just being there with him, but I could not resist my urges. I licked his nipple then sniffed his arm pits. FUCK! His scent! I loved the way he smelled, it drove me mad. I Went right for the prize. I had every intention of taking it slowly and savoring him… that thought went out the window and I took his hardening, girthy man meat deep down my throat. “Oh god!” he moaned at my assault, moving his hand to the back of my head and holding it firmly. He moved his hips just a little pushing himself as deep as he could. I moved myself around, lifting my leg over his head and straddling his face. My cock was directly above his mouth and his eyes had a perfect few of my muscle butt. He reached up and grabbed my manhood ang guided in into his warm, moist mouth. I gasped and moaned it the wonderful feeling. He moved up and down my cock for a while then abruptly pulled me out of his mouth and pulled my ass down so that my hot, pink hole met his warm moist tongue. He licked and lapped at me for a few strokes, then shoved his tongue as deep into me as it would go. My ring willingly opened for him and he continued to eat me out.

    Meanwhile my nose was buried in the soft, smooth skin of his scrotum. It felt so warm and sensual. His shaft was growing harder and harder in my mouth, filling me almost to the point of choking. I loved it. I wanted more. I retreated, then went deep again making him writhe underneath me wanting more. I moved my hands to the back of his thighs and lifted his legs slightly giving myself access to his sweet little rosebud. I could see it perfectly as I sucked his cock lovingly. I touched it and it winked at me, I smiled around his cock. I pulled up off his cock just long enough to swipe my tongue over his entrance and moisten it. My mouth went back to his cock and my fingers swirled around his now moistened hole. I inserted one of my fingers just enough to breach his ring. He moaned around my hard cock, sending shivers through me, I instinctively pushed my cock deeper down his throat feeling the warmth envelop me as I did.

    I was moving up and down his shaft savoring every inch, and he was moving up and down mine in sync. Our fingers were exploring each other’s assholes as our constant moans provided each other ultimate pleasure. We were lost in the sensuality of the moment. I inhaled deeply giving all my senses a heavy work out.

    It was so awesome! A little over an hour ago I was sitting in an airport bar drowning my sorrows, feeling sorry for myself and missing this guy, now here we were lost in each other’s arms… and legs, and mouths, and anything else you can think of. Merry-fucking-Christmas to me! I flipped over so I was on top of him face-to-face staring into his eyes. Damn, he’s a handsome man. I kissed him gently, then passionately. He grabbed the back of my head pulling me hard against him. I crawled up him so that his hard, throbbing cock was resting in my ass trench. I moved up and down rubbing his cock up and down my crack, teasing my hot, hungry hole. I wanted him in m so fucking back. I’d been fantasizing about this since the first time he took me in Denver. Dreaming of his throbbing tool going in and out of my tight passage, and now here was my chance.

    My hole was still wet from Brad eating me out and his cock still covered with my saliva. I was ready. I aligned his beautiful cock with my tight hole and pushed my ass down, as much as I wanted him, my sphincter was resisting. Brad looked up at me and we locked eyes, then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, relentlessly pushing up into me as he pulled me down onto his manhood. My ring opened to accept him, and he was inside me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head breaking our gaze. Oh my fucking god, I was riding him! I put my hands against his chest to brace myself as I moved up and down. I felt so much more powerful in this position than I did when Brad took my on my back. I was in control. I decided how much of his dick to take… and I decided to take it ALL! I had missed this man so much, now he was here, and I wanted every inch of him. I lifted myself almost all the way off of him until just his big, spongy purple head remained in me. Then I dropped down hard burying his pole into the depth of my channel until I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass crack. He was hitting that special spot in me again and I loved it. I grabbed and squeezed his shaft as I moved myself up and down. I moved slowly, savoring every move. Moving up and down, then side to side and in a circular motion opening myself to him even up more. The sensations were even more intense than the first time he was in me. Oh my god this felt so right. So natural. So perfect.

    Brad was moaning underneath me as he kept a firm grip on my hips and made eye contact whenever my eyes would come out of the back of my head for a few seconds. We were moving slow, enjoying every moment together. My dick was never harder than it was at this moment, and each time Brad hit the right spot it jumped. I was dribbling precum onto his perfect abs as I continued to ride him. Suddenly, almost without any warning I felt my orgasm moving up my steeled shaft. I tried to warn Brad, but I couldn’t speak through my moans. While I was trying to find my voice Brad spoke, “I’m cumming, Scotty” he said in almost a whisper. I bent down and engaged him in a passionate kiss. It was a loving kiss, his soft lived pressed against mine. Wow, they felt amazing. This guy was truly perfect in every way, and I felt stupid that I said it so soon, but I DID love him. Was it an everlasting love? Was it puppy love? Was I just being emotional after hiding myself so long? Seriously… I had no fucking idea. All I knew was that I loved him at this moment, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

    Just then I felt his hot load shoot deep within me. Fuuuuuuuck, that was all it took, the words finally came flowing out of me “Oh my god I’m cumming too” I shot hard all over Brad’s chest. Oh my god I shot so hard I hit Brad’s shin, his face, his forehead. I exploded all over him. I licked it off, then kissed him, sharing my cream.

    After a few minutes I moved off him and his softening penis fell out of me. I felt his cum dribbling out of my well used ass, down my balls and onto Brad. This may sound stupid, but I missed his cock. I felt empty. I filled the void by lying next to him and putting my arms around him. Just holding him as I fell asleep in his arms.

    We had gotten to the hotel about 1:00, when I woke up with Brad holding me it was almost 6:00. When my eyes opened his sweet blue eyes were staring at me, his hand was stroking my face, and his dimples were framing that perfect smile. “Hey” he said. I couldn’t respond because my mouth was too busy smiling. I just looked at him and let my fingers roam the back of his neck. “We gotta get up. Your brother’s friend Jeff made us reservations for 7:00 at a steakhouse, it’s supposed to be a local icon and you gotta know someone to get in.” Yet, another surprise. Man, these guys went all out for me. I was truly loved.

    We jumped in the shower together doing out damnedest not to get distracted and miss our reservations. I ordered an Uber and we headed down to the lobby. The cute desk clerk was still on duty. “Hi” I said. He said hello and introduced himself as Jake “I know it’s Christmas Eve, but is there anything going on tonight?” I told him about our reservations at the steakhouse and said we’d like to do something relaxing afterwards.

    “You have reservations there? You must know people.” He smiled, “You’ll love that place. As for afterwards, there’s a performance of A Christmas Carol going on at the theatre on the next block, and there’s a performance of The Nutcracker going on at the Performing Arts Center a few blocks away if you’re into that, you could probably still get tickets.’ I told him I didn’t really pack anything to wear to the theatre, then for some reason I told him the story of how this night was a surprise.

    He looked at me with wide eyes and said “wait, wait, wait… I want to make sure I got this story straight for when I tell it later, and I will tell it later.” Yeah, it was obvious he was gay. “So, youuuu…” he said clasping his hands together and pointing them towards me “came out at Thanksgiving, and your parents gave you him…” the moved his hands towards Brad “to play with for Christmas, And your brother and his husband gave you the Presidential suite to play with him in?” He finished his questions, moved his clasped hands to his chin and looked at me.

    Brad was standing a few feet away grinning ear-to-ear as I responded “Yup. That’s pretty much it.”

    “Any chance your family is looking to adopt a slightly used desk clerk?” he asked as we all laughed. “Listen, my friend Zach drives a Handsome Cab, he can pick you up at the restaurant, show you the Christmas lights on the way back and stop at a bar or two for a night cap if you’d like. I think he charges like fifty bucks you’ll love it. Do you want me to set it up?”

    I looked at Brad, he raise his eyebrows like “why not.” I turned back to Jake and said, “that sounds great” He took out his phone and texted. Within seconds he got a response and said “It’s all set. He’ll pick you up at 8:30 in front of the restaurant. I’ll give you his text if you need to reach him.” Then he held up his camera and said, “Scooch together, I need to send a pic, so he knows who he’s picking up.” Brad came up from behind putting his arms around me and his head on my shoulder as he flashed those dimples, and Jake too the pic. “Damn you two are cute as hell” he added “You guys are gonna love Zach.” Just then we saw the Uber pull up at the front entrance That would be your ride. Have a great night guys! I can’t wait to hear about it when you get back.”

    We got in the Uber and drove the short way to the restaurant. It was only about a mile and a half away. Almost walking distance, but not quite. When we got there the door was locked, we had to ring a bell to get in. When the door opened Brad took over and gave his name “Oh, Jeff’s friends. Welcome” the host said opening the door. We walked in and I was convinced we walked back in time about five or six decades. This place was awesome. It was all brass, red velvet and totally pristine. The décor probably hadn’t been touch since the place opened in the fifties or sixties. It was seedy but sophisticated and could’ve easily been the set for any gangster movie. They showed s to our table then brought out a bottle of champagne “This is from your brothers” he said, “Merry Christmas.” He poured the water and said “We don’t have a menu, we have steak. That’s it. You tell me how many ounces you want and how you want it cooked and we bring it to your table.” Then he read off our side dish options and we ordered.” He left and was back in a flash with a simple, but fresh as hell salad and a little caddy holding all the dressing choices in little carafes. The place was dim and there was a candle in a red glass holder in the middle of the table. It was romantic as hell and I was getting lost in the moment when my text alert went off. It was a group text from Kev to me, Randy and Brad “Isn’t that place fucking awesome?! The check’s already been paid, hope you’re having a great time. We love you guys.”

    “Me too” Randy texted

    “It’s awesome Thank you both so much” I texted

    Brad was across from me smiling and texting “I can’t find the words. I love you all.” I read it and looked up at him. He shook his head. “I can’t believe how generous and loving your family is. Thanks for sharing them all with me” he said in a low, sincere voice as he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, smiling. ARGH that fucking smile, I can’t describe its effect on me!

    Just as we were about to put the phones down and concentrate on each other, his rang, it was the anonymous number again. He shrugged it off and we put our phones in our pockets just as our steaks arrived. Steak isn’t the right word… more like a roast. They were fucking huge and grilled to perfection. Somehow this was the most basic meat and potatoes meal, and most romantic, elegant dinner I had ever had all at the same time. We talked all through dinner, and I ate the entire freaking steak. It was over a pound of meat and I ate every freaking morsel. I hadn’t eaten since the night before when Chip made some vegetarian thing. I t was good, be nothing he cooks is filling. This, THIS was filling. Just when I thought I couldn’t eat anything else the waiter brought us this humungous chocolate cake… The Triple Threat he called it, and then he brought out a peppermint sauce, it was their Christmas specialty… and It. Was. Awesome. Brad and I wolfed it down. Even after a pound of meat I had room for dessert.

    I sat back and exhaled, Brad did the same and we smiled at each other and I said “Damn, I can’t believe we ate all that.” Brad just patted his belly. The waiter came to the table and said “gentlemen, you chariot awaits you. Literally, there is a guy in a horse drawn carriage he to pick you up.”

    “Thank you” Brad said as he pulled out his wallet to tip the guy.

    “No sir, everything is covered, including a big tip. I hope you two had an awesome experience. Merry Christmas” the waiter said as he escorted us to the door where the driver was waiting.

    “Good evening gentlemen. I’m Zach, your driver” said the rugged looking man. He was probably in his late thirties, manly and handsome as fuck, dressed all in black leather, except for a Santa hat. The carriage was white and covered in white light, the horse had on little felt antlers. I jumped up first then Brad. Then Zach got into the driver seat, turned back to us putting his hand out and asked, “Which one’s the Christmas gift and which ones the lucky son of a bitch?”

    Brad didn’t miss a beat, shook his hand and said, “I’m Brad, the gift that keeps on giving.”

    The I reached for the guys hand and said, “And I’m Scotty, the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the earth.”

    He laughed as he looked us over “You both like pretty damn lucky to me. There’s a blanket under the seat, it’s damn cold out” Then he reached up front and handed us two steel travel mugs “Jake from the hotel sent these to keep you warm. Hot chocolate and Peppermint Schnapps “ We took the drinks from him and thanked him. He pulled the reigns and signaled the horse to move forward. He drove us through some beautiful old neighborhoods surrounding downtown. We cuddled and shivered under the blanket and drank the hot chocolate to keep warm as we took in the beauty of the lights and Zach told us stories about the beautiful old mansions. We looked and listened for about an hour, loving every second of it. I’ve never considered myself a romantic guy, but this was incredible. I was wrapped in Brad’s arms in a horse drawn carriage surrounded by the sights and sounds of Christmas.

    After about an hour Zach pulled up to an old building a few blocks from our hotel “This is my favorite gay bar, I thought you guys might want a night cap.”

    “Great idea” Brad responded as he started to jump out of the carriage “You coming with us, Zach?”

    “I need to stay here with the horse, you guys go. And take your time.” We went in and had a quick drink, it was a cute little place and I felt instantly welcome there. After about fifteen minutes we went back out and joined Zach in the carriage and went back to the hotel. When we pulled up Jake came out to greet us.

    “Did you guys have fun?” Jake asked with wide eyes as we dismounted the carriage again.

    “It was freaking awesome. Thank you for setting it up. Brad and I walked over to thank Zach. Brad pulled out the $50 for the ride then we each handed him another hundred dollars as a tip. He refused the money telling us he had enjoyed the ride with us. “Zach, you spent your Christmas eve helping to give me the greatest night of my life so far. Take the money or I feed it to the horse.” He laughed, took the money and thanked us each with a bear hug. Damn he was masculine. He hung outside with his horse as we went back into the hotel with Jake following us. I handed him a wad of cash and thanked him. He gave me the same resistance and I gave him the same line. He took the money and hugged me.

    I just couldn’t believe how the universe had pretty much rallied around me to give me the most incredible day of my life. Everything was perfect and it all centered around Brad. It had only been a month, but I felt like we’d been together a lifetime. It was then that I realized I needed to be aggressive with my plan. Yup. My heart wanted Brad and my head was ready for action.

    When we got into the room I threw my arms around him and kissed him with my eyes wide open. His eye were closed, so I slapped him lightly on the cheek to get his attention “Hey” I said. His beautiful blue eyes popped wide open “” I love you” I whispered.

    He smiled. Oh my god that smile. That fucking dimpled smile melted my heart. “I love you too” he said then gave me a soft kiss This was it. This was where I wanted to be. With Brad… oh hell, who am I kidding… this was where I belonged.

    Brad’s Christmas Story

    I woke up on Christmas morning in a Wisconsin hotel room with Scotty wrapped in my arms. Last night we both said “I love you” for the first time. I know it’s early in the relationship, but I’ve been wanting to say it since our first date but was scared shitless I’d freak him out. Then, he said it first! I couldn’t contain my smile when I heard the words come out of his mouth. Last night was unbelievably romantic and I never wanted it to end.

    Kev and Randy are picking us up in a couple of hours to go to the Nicholls’ house for Christmas. I still can’t freaking believe that his parents sent me a plane ticket. We’ve only been dating for like a month and they welcomed me like I was their own son. I was torn. I’ve been so lonely for the last couple of years and wanted to be with Scotty for Christmas so bad, but the relationship was still new, and I felt like I’d be crashing a family thing. Scotty, Kev, and Randy all tried to tell me I was welcome, but I still felt out of place. But then his parents called me… I’ve never even met these people and they called me to invite me to their home and tried to convince me that I should be there, and THEN they e-mailed me a ticket. I agreed to go, but I was extremely reluctant. But when I saw Scotty’s face at the airport in Milwaukee, I knew I made the right decision. He was so fucking happy just to see me. That is where I belonged… wherever Scotty was.

    “Hey” I whispered in his ear “Merry Christmas.”

    Scotty stretched, then reached back and ran his fingers through my bedhead. “Hey” he garbled out in a gruff morning voice; I swear I could hear his smile. He rolled over onto his other side, so we were facing each other then, touched my face with the back of his hand. “Merry Christmas… you’re the best fucking gift I’ve ever gotten. Last night was awesome.”

    “For me too. I meant what I said” I whispered.

    The words “So did I” seemed to just flow out of his mouth without thought or hesitation “I really do love you. You’re all I think about.” He kissed me gently on the lips. I pulled him closer and the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one.

    Scotty’s hand moved down to my soft cock and it sprang into action at his touch. I did the same to him, he was already semi-hard, and I could feel him growing in my hand. I squeezed my encouragement and stroked him slowly as our kiss became harder and more passionate.

    He rolled on top of me, his hot fleshy manhood rubbed against mine and an electric shock shot through my body. “oh god” I moaned involuntarily as I exhaled and threw my arms around him. I ran my nails lightly down his back. Damn his body was so muscular and tight and felt so good against mine. He started grinding his crotch against me as I pushed hard against him pulling him down on top of me even harder. We were in full-on lust mode now. We wanted each other badly and weren’t holding back anything.

    Our tongues probed each other’s mouths… morning breath be damned. We were together and nothing else was important. His hands were on my ass pulling my cheeks apart so his fingers could probe my hole. He moved them around my tight pucker, it twitched, taunting him. He tapped it with his fingers and my moans filled his mouth. Damn he turned me on so much.

    As he moved between my legs, he pushed them up towards my chest, I stretched them straight up to the sky and moved my hands under my knees holding them there, so he had full access to my tight hole. My eyes were closed as his wet tongue entered me, opening me up, preparing me for what I really wanted. His mouth and tongue expertly worked my hole for a good fifteen minutes as I just laid there holding my legs up and enjoying every fucking second of it.

    Scotty came up from eating my ass out and licked his way up my body to my face and kissed me passionately. I was tasting my own ass; it was nasty as fuck and turned me on so much. While I was distracted by the dirty kiss, Scotty was lining his manhood up with my slick pucker. Before I knew it, he pushed through my ass ring and was in me. He didn’t stop to let me adjust, he just pushed forward slowly but steadily. He hit a little resistance at one point and just plowed through until he was all the way in me. OH MY GOD it felt awesome. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, moving harder and faster with each thrust driving me to intense heights of pleasure FUCK he felt so good in me! By now I had grabbed his ass and was guiding him in and out of my passage.

    I could feel Scotty’s breathing getting heavier as he put more power behind his thrusts. Suddenly I just shot my load. I wasn’t even touching my dick and I’m not even sure I was aware of what was happening until I felt my own hot cum hit my abs and my chest. “Fuck did you cum?!” Scotty asked with a chuckle. I gave a breathy yes in response. He smiled broadly and pumped harder until I felt his warm cum spray my guts and heard him moan in ecstasy. Sex with Scotty was so amazing. Every fucking time was like the first, an exciting new experience and I loved it.

    Scotty pulled his still throbbing cock out of me and rolled off me and to my side. We both just lie there with huge smiles looking at the ceiling. “I want to say I love you again, but I don’t want you to think it’s because of the sex. It’s because of you. You’re perfect.” Scotty said catching me by surprise.

    He was still looking upward, then he turned to look at me I kissed him and said “Say it”

    “I love you” he said with a shit eating grin and kissed me. I said it back without hesitation. After just holding each other for a few minutes we got up and jumped in the shower together.

    We ordered breakfast from room service since we knew Randy and Kev were having breakfast with Randy’s family. At 9AM on the dot we were packed up, and in the lobby. Scotty was talking to the manager singing the praises of Jake the desk clerk who arranged our carriage ride, when I saw Kev pull up to the door “Our ride’s here” I yelled to Scotty. I heard him call out Merry Christmas to the manager as he bound over to me and grab his luggage, then we headed towards the exit. Kev and Randy were standing by the SUV waiting for us.

    “So….?” Kev said, “did you guys have fun?” Scotty walked up to him, dropped his bags on the frozen ground and gave him a huge bear hug, squeezing the air out of the poor guy.

    “You guys are the best brothers ever. I can’t believe you did all this just for me.” He just held on to Kev for a minute then moved over to Randy giving him the same treatment. Meanwhile I started loading our luggage into the rental. We all piled into the SUV and hit the road to the Nicholls’ place. For the next forty five minutes I sat in the backseat with Scotty’s head on my shoulder as we held hands and he told the guys about our romantic night together. “I can honestly say that this was one of the best, if not THEE best night of my entire life you guys. Everything fell into place. I loved it!” Scotty said with excitement and gratitude.

    Randy turned back to look at us and said, “Brad, you’re pretty quiet, did you have fun?”

    “Who can get a word in edge wise with this guy?” I asked as Scotty punched my arm and the others laughed “But he’s right. It was one of the most incredible nights of my life. That steak….”

    “Oh my god it was a freaking roast” Scotty interrupted.

    “That place is legendary for their huge steaks and desserts.” Kev said

    “It was all awesome” I said, “The room, the restaurant, the carriage ride, the hot chocolate with Peppermint Schnapps that the desk clerk sent us for the ride. All of it! Thank you both so much!”

    “And the sex…?” Kev asked.

    “Shut the fuck up you perv” Scotty snapped back laughing as he lightly hit the back of Kev’s head. The rest of the ride they told us about their night with Randy’s family. His nieces and nephews sounded like loads of fun and they seemed to have had a great time.

    As they talked about their night with family my mind drifted to my own family. I truly loved and missed my siblings. My sisters used to call me every couple of weeks, but I haven’t heard from them in over a month… right about the same time I started getting the constant phone calls from the unknown numbers. I’m pretty sure my dad found out they were in touch with me, took their phones away and got my number. I assume he’s been trying to track me, or maybe just make me think he was. He liked to keep his kids guessing and fearful. I also loved and missed my mom, even though she enabled my father to be a tyrant. As for my father I didn’t love him, I feared him. The trip went by fast. As we pulled up to the house and parked in the long driveway I snapped out of my thoughts and back to reality.

    Oh my god, it was only about 10AM but the place was lit up with a million lights! Every size and color with inflatables all over the yard. It was like Christmas threw up on the house and I loved it. It felt like Christmas. Growing up my father would put out a few strings of white lights, a cross, and a manger scene. We didn’t talk about Santa and any gifts were very practical like clothes or school supplies. Christmas was a very formal, somber holiday in our house where we honored the birth of Jesus and spent half the day at church. Nothing else was tolerated. But this… THIS was a freaking celebration of Christmas.

    Before the SUV even stopped his mother came running out into the bitter Wisconsin cold with no coat on to greet us. She was followed by his dad, and sister. Dave, his sister’s boyfriend was standing in the doorway staying warm. Mrs. Nicholls ran up to Scotty and hugged him tight, fixing his hair as she did. Mr. Nicholls greeted Kev with a hug then went over to Randy. Once Mrs. Nicholls was done with Scotty, she came over to me and embraced me “Brad I am so happy you’re here. I was worried you wouldn’t come.” and she held me for a while. My being there was important to her. What the fuck? This family was so loving and sincere. They obviously loved their kids unconditionally and whatever made them happy was good with them. WowI It was so different than what I grew up with. In our home we honored the Lord by Honoring and obeying my father. If not, then my father had license to do whatever he deemed necessary to get us in line. But here… loving your kids came first. I expected to feel awkward here, instead I was in awe of it all.

    “Thank you for inviting me and convincing me to come. I’m glad I came Mrs. Nicholl’s” I said still wrapped in her arms.

    “Call me Joyce or Mom, or whatever you’re comfortable with.” She said as she let me go turning her attention to Kevin. “Let’s get in the house, it’s cold as heck out here” she wrapped her arm around her eldest son’s waist and led the way into the house. The inside of the house matched the outside with Christmas covering every inch. It was so awesome. I’m sure every knickknack held a special memory. I just took it all in, loving it all. I saw that there were stockings hanging over the fireplace, including one with my name in glitter. That made me smile.

    Scotty’s dad came up behind me and said “I’m so glad to finally meet you Brad, make yourself at home here. Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink… consider yourself home.” And I did. They made me feel so damn welcome in their home. More welcome than my father ever made me feel in my own home growing up. I felt like a Nicholls.

    “Thank you for reaching out to me Mr. Nicholls, it was very kind of you to bring me here.”

    “You can call me Paul or Pop, whatever works” he said, “And now that you found us, don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome here anytime,”

    We were interrupted by a voice coming up from behind us “So you’re the hot gay guy who finally pulled whoops out of the closet” It was his sister Joanie. Randy warned me about her. He said she was awesome but would give me a lot of shit, and all I had to do to win her over was give her shit right back.

    “Nah, I’m straight. I just told him I was gay to get to his hot sister.” I shot back. Joanie laughed, grabbed my hand, and dragged me into the kitchen to introduce me to her boyfriend and pour me a drink. I saw Randy looking over at me laughing. He just nodded.

    “Dave, this is Whoops’ new boyfriend. He’s straight and really into me… so you better treat me right or I’m going home with him.” Dave and I shook hands. The next thing I knew the three of us were talking and joking like we were family. I had only been there a few minutes, but I felt so comfortable and at home. Randy, Kev, and Scotty came up and joined the conversation, Scotty put his arm around my waist. We were all laughing and joking as the siblings caught up with each other.

    I snuck away from the crowd and moved up next to Joyce at the kitchen counter “What can I do?”

    She looked at me and smiled as she handed me a potato peeler “Can you peel a potato?” She said smiling.

    “Like a pro” I responded. Still smiling, she pointed to the pantry door and told me to put on an apron. I donned the “kiss the cook” apron with pride as I picked up a potato and went to work.

    “I’m so glad you’re here Brad” she said as we worked. Then she raised her voice, so the others could hear “I hear that boss of your is a real tyrant. I was afraid he wouldn’t give you time off.”

    I heard Kev laugh and yell back “Yeah, he’s an ass.”

    Then Randy (the boss she was referring to) yelled “I gotta work these people hard to keep your son living the lavish lifestyle he’s become accustomed to.” Everyone chuckled then went back to their conversations while Joyce and I worked and talked. She asked with genuine interest about my job, college, my time on the swim team, etc. I could tell she really wanted to know me… she wanted to know the guy her son was falling in love with. Conversation with her flowed easily.

    Then she entered rough terrain “Can I ask about your family?” I felt comfortable with her, so I told her. I told her everything, more than I even told Scotty. I told her about my rigid father, how he controlled my mother, and how my entire family feared him and his “wrath.” I went on about how he cut me off in the name of the Lord and won’t let the family contact me. I even told her that I hadn’t talked to my sisters in over a month… I hadn’t event told Scotty that. I almost told her about the unknown calls and my suspicions that it was my father, but I was afraid I’d worry her too much. We talked for quite a while, at some point we had finished peeling, and prepping and her full attention was on me. For the first time during the conversation, we made eye contact. I could see the look in her eyes. It wasn’t pity, or sadness. It was empathy, she was feeling my pain. She reached over and hugged me whispering in my ear “I am so happy you found us, I love having you here.” Her words were sincere and comforting. I didn’t cry, I just enjoyed the warmth of her loving embrace.

    “Time to open gifts” Joyce yelled after she kissed me on the cheek and let me go “Someone go get dad.” Everyone refreshed their drinks and headed toward the family room as Randy yelled out the door for Paul to come in. Randy and Dave both seemed like they had been part of the family forever. I was starting to feel that way too.

    The Christmas tree was in the corner of the homey room, it was the most beautiful tree I’d ever seen. It was imperfectly perfect! Adorned with big multi-covered bulbs and mismatched ornaments, each undoubtedly with its own memory, story, or tradition attached to it. It wreaked of family history and I loved it. We all sat down on the couches, chairs, floor… wherever we could fit. Underneath… the tree was bulging with wrapped gifts, including several with my name on them. Some wrapped beautifully, some haphazardly, all put there with love. Kev and Randy shipped my gifts for Scotty’s parents along with theirs. I didn’t get Scotty anything, we had decided that our Vegas trip would be our gift to each other. Honestly, our relationship was so new that I was relieved… I had no clue what to get him. We were at that point where it was too soon for jewelry or rings, but we were way beyond generic coffee mugs or scented candles. I really was stumped. One of the things I love about Scotty is that we could talk about this stuff and decide together, I didn’t have to guess.

    Once we were all gathered around the tree we went around the room and everyone opened one gift, then we moved on to the next person. His mom opened her gift from me first. Kev told me she collected Hummel figurines and that she had accidentally broken one of her favorites while getting the house ready for Christmas. I found a replacement on eBay. When she opened it, she shrieked with excitement and came over to hug me. His dad was next. Knowing he had a thing for classic cars, and a special connection to Ramblers, I gave him a coffee table book with the history of Rambler and a lot of beautiful car photos, as well as several pictures of employee’s on the line. He picked out his father in one of the photos instantly. I got a bear hug from him too.

    We kept going around the room opening gifts. I opened the last one addressed to me; it was from “Mom.” I ripped through the beautiful wrapping, opened the box, and was greeted with a big, bulky, handmade sweater “WE’RE SWEATER TWINS” Randy yelled out “SWEATER TRIPLETS” added Dave having opened one of his own earlier. I put it on with pride. I have never loved a gift more. A virtual stranger took days of her life to knit this for ME. God, these people were amazing to me.

    When all the gifts were opened Joanie said “Hey, look what Dave gave me!” and held up her hand showing off a diamond engagement ring. Joyce screamed with joy and the noise level of the room went up a few notches as everyone congratulated the couple. After Scotty hugged his sister and welcomed Dave to the family he grabbed my hand, lifted me off the floor and snuck me out of the room and into the empty kitchen.

    He hugged me, kissed me and said, “I like that sweater” and lightly stroked the bulky garment “I am so damn happy you’re here. Are you having fun?” I was doing my damnedest to keep my composure, inside I was an emotional mess. I was missing my family… well most of them and feeling loved all at the same time.

    “I am having the second best time of my life” I said. Scotty smiled knowing that the best time of my life was last night with him. Just then the others came pouring into the kitchen and suddenly the little room was a flurry of activity as Joyce led the charge to get dinner on the table.

    About ten minutes later dinner was ready. Everyone grabbed a plate and filled it then filed into the dining room where the table was set flawlessly. After everyone sat down Paul started with a prayer of thanks, it caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t like when my Father prayed all Bible quotes, damnation, and basically begging the god he believed in to show mercy on us for being horrible people. Paul’s prayer was one of thanks for his family all being together and for the new additions to his table. It wasn’t just bullshit words, it was a heartfelt appreciation for those around him. He truly loved his family. With all my Fathers preaching and showboating about god and the bible, he would NEVER in a million years welcomed a complete stranger like me (especially a homosexual) to his table at Christmas. Mom and Pop Nicholls didn’t think twice about it.

    I couldn’t believe how loved I felt. Seriously, these people, most of whom I met just a couple of hours ago and all of whom were strangers to me barely a month ago had made me feel loved again for the first time in two years. I felt like I was part of the family.

    I dreaded leaving the next day and being alone again.