Author: admin

  • The Man Who Has Everything

    What do you get for the man who has everything?

    Jonathan had fallen hard for everything Carlos represented… older, successful in his career. But his partner wasn’t overly materialistic and moreover was well-off enough to buy what he wanted. So birthdays and Christmas were a challenge to the 31-year-old, at least till he’d had a brainstorm three years ago. It was an inspired idea, really, and now was a go-to for Jonathan’s gift to Carlos. As they drove a neighborhood over on Christmas Eve, where Brent lived, both men had the sense it was a de facto ritual of the holidays.

    That didn’t mean Carlos didn’t have misgivings. It was complicated if they stopped to think about it. Brent was Jonathan’s ex, technically, even if they’d only gone out for a couple of months, and while Carlos dropped the hint that he’d prefer to do this with someone else, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Jonathan had to feel comfortable in this, and Carlos didn’t blame him. 

    He looked over as they got out of the car. “We don’t have to do this, hon,” he said.

    Jonathan rolled his eyes. “We’re already here, Carlos… besides, did you ever stop to think I might enjoy it, too?”

    Carlos chuckled. “No. I can’t imagine anyone enjoying it,” the 40 year-old said. He was shorter than Jonathan but had a fuller, more muscular build that he worked on religiously. The two men craved the contrast between them. Carlos, the Latino corporate lawyer with olive skin, black-brown hair, and brown eyes, and Jonathan the Southern California dude who still looked like a college kid when the light hit him right and who still stuck out in the brash East Coast culture. Opposites definitely attracted.

    “That’s because you’re a top,” Jonathan countered. Jonathan’s light blue eyes were almost dancing as he took in Carlos’s build, looking bigger even bundled up. He never would get sick of Carlos’s masculine-cute looks, and he had a pride that he’d won the man over, breaking up his past relationship with Will. No, they hadn’t fooled around while Carlos was with Will, but their office-place flirtation grew until Carlos decided to call things off with his boyfriend of the time. A week later, he asked Jonathan out for dinner.

    Carlos thought it over. He was sure this was something his partner endured more than outright enjoyed. “Even Will never would have done this, and he was a total power bottom.”

    Jonathan wasn’t jealous of Will. He liked that he and Carlos both could be open about their past. Carlos wasn’t petty, and the man’s calm approach to relationships affected Jonathan’s own as well. But Jonathan did have a competitive streak. “I’m not Will,” he replied simply.

    “That you’re not, Babe,” Carlos smiled.

    They rang the doorbell and within a few seconds, Brent opened the door, wearing casual sweats. Still in his late 20s, he almost had the disheveled look of a college frat boy. “Hey guys, come on in.”

    Carlos decided to be the bigger man. “Good to see you, guy,” he said, drawing his boyfriend’s ex toward him for a hug. 

    “You too,” Brent said in his ear. Brent was hunky, a former Division I baseball player with a deep voice, and Carlos knew why Jonathan had gone for him. But the guy would never settle down, at least not till 50, maybe not before. 

    The older man felt a little under his spell now as they two pulled back from their hug but Brent kept his hands clasped on Carlos’s upper arms. “Too early for a kiss, man?” he asked.

    Carlos shook his head. Maybe this is why it worked. Brent seemed as much into his ex’s new daddy boyfriend as he did into fucking Jonathan.

    They locked lips and Carlos slipped his tongue between Brent’s parted mouth. The kiss was soft and sexual at the same time. 

    “Well, I’m hard now,” Carlos announced as he pulled back. 

    Brent laughed and turned to give Jonathan a quick kiss, a peck almost.

    “Pleasure before business, gentlemen?” the host quipped.

    The first time had been a real thrill, the next times had brought more nervousness on the part of all the men. But Brent was in a good mood, and surprisingly relaxed and his demeanor rubbed off on the couple.

    The three stood around Brent’s queen size bed and peeled off their clothes. “When was the last time you did this?” Carlos asked, taking in Brent’s bare torso, lightly dusted with soft brown fur.

    “Your birthday,” Brent replied without missing a beat. He pushed down his sweatpants and a hard five and a half inch tool sprung up, rigid as a rail spike. He walked over to Jonathan and reached up to grip the bare shoulder. “It’s hard to meet a guy open to it.” He winked at his ex and looked over at Carlos. “You’re a lucky dude.”

    Something about the guy’s flirtatiousness and condescension was starting to rub Carlos the wrong way. Thankfully Jonathan defused the subtle tension. “I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. Kicking off his joggers his crawled up on the bed and made a beeline to his partner’s hard dick. 

    Brent looked on excitedly as the blond hunk started swallowing Carlos’s fat, long tool. He loved threesomes, and though he had one at least once every couple of months, he felt like he never get enough of them.

    “OK if I rim him?” he asked Carlos. 

    The 40-year-old stud nodded and watched with equal thrill as Brent crouched down and pushed his face in between Jonathan’s perfect, creamy white buns. Jonathan loved this, being between these two hot guys. It brought out his bottomy instincts to the max, and he writhed on the bed, hiked his butt up into Brent’s face and worked Carlos’s meaty cock all at once. 

    “I need to take a break,” Carlos announced, pulling Jonathan gently off his now throbbing meat. “You got me too close, babe.”

    “Don’t want to spoil your present, huh?” Brent laughed as he pulled back and have a gentle swat to Jonathan’s right ass cheek. Unbelieveably his spike of a dick was even more steel like now. 

    “God no,” Carlos hissed, getting into the threeway sexual vibe. Any jealousy was out the window. Especially as Brent scooted up and kissed him deeply, sensuously. Carlos almost expected to taste some muskiness in that kiss, but Jonathan had done a very thorough job cleaning himself for this. 

    Jonathan was now coming into join them. Alternating between Carlos and Brent. All three men feeling each other up. 

    Carlos was getting worked up, and was nervous he wouldn’t last long once the main event started. That’s why he said to Brent, “Why don’t I take bottom this time?” 

    That caught the ex-jock by surprise. Lustily he stroked his hard on and looked between both guys. “Yeah? I could go for that, for sure.” They’d done this four times before, and each time Carlos made it clear he wanted the top position, to do the driving and maximize his own pleasure. 

    Now, the hunky olive-skinned lawyer was lying on Brent’s bed and placing his hand behind his head as his prick stood upright. He wasn’t gonna have any danger of losing his erection, that was for sure. Jonathan was already crawling onto his muscled body, feeding off his partner’s sexual excitement as they made out. It wasn’t an extended kiss, but it was enough to express their love and sexual thrill. Carlos moaned into Jonathan’s mouth as he felt the cool-ish wetness of Brent’s skilled hands lubing up his cock. Then it was Jonathan’s turn to moan as those same fingers prepped his hole.

    The bottom now took the initiative. Leaning up, he scooted forward to straddle Carlos’s meaty-firm midsection and with a smirk he reached back to feel his partner’s heavy hard dong. He wasn’t a size queen, but Carlos had the kind of thick tool that made him realize that a big one could be fun, lots of fun. At least when he got used to it. Holding it up, Jonathan rested back and settled into position. 

    The entry was easy enough. Four years of dating had made getting fucked comfortable for Jonathan. And once it cleared the ring, then came the bottom’s favorite part, that feeling of being stuffed full of his man. 

    “Merry Christmas, babe,” he hissed, looking right into Carlos’s eyes. 

    “Oh fuck,” Carlos hissed. He was already anticipating what was to come, but even a regular fuck with Jonathan was amazing, every time. Maybe it wasn’t good how they sometimes used sex to get over a fight, but moments like this made Carlos doubly aware how that dynamic developed. Jonathan Newell had a prize ass. The older man felt up his man’s firm legs and enjoyed the heat of Jonathan’s insides. 

    “Ride Daddy a little,” came Brent’s voice. Carlos and Jonathan didn’t do the Daddy thing, but Brent was a little younger and clearly got off on the age difference with Carlos. Brent now watched and felt up Jonathan’s back some as he saw the talented bottom ride Carlos’s heavy cock slowly. The hips swiveled some but mostly worked up and down, going for fuller, longer ass strokes.

    “Jesus,” Carlos croaked. He wasn’t in danger cumming on the bottom, not yet, but what Jonathan was doing felt pretty fantastic.

    And the look on Jonathan’s face. Affection, sure, but also a certain bottom’s pride in being able to give pleasure to his top. Carlos really was a lucky man. 

    He was about to get luckier. Brent was now leaning in from behind and holding a poppers bottle in front of Jonathan’s nose. Eagerly, the cute, tall bottom sucked in the vapors, then again through the other nostril. 

    They knew the drill. The first couple of times had involved a lot of trial and error. Now, Jonathan leaned down into a kiss, spreading his legs wide enough to give room for Brent. 

    There was no way around it, the entry stung. Carlos had learned not to hesitate too much. He always bore right in and then let Jonathan’s insides adjust before the top’s thrust. Brent was now taking a page from that rule book, almost prying open Jonathan’s tight ring like a shoehorn and wedging his rigid dick right inside, next to Carlos’s bigger, meatier one, and holding still.

    “Fuck,” Jonathan hissed. He wanted this. Or maybe it was better to say he wanted to want this. But he took a couple of deep breaths. He had this. And with perfect timing, Brent held up the poppers again. 

    The vapors did their work. Jonathan’s face blushed crimson and his whole body felt hot and needy. Without trouble Brent’s cock entered him fully. He was being double penetrated by two hot, hunky men. 

    Being on the bottom was new to Carlos, but he loved this. The feel of Jonathan’s body on top of his, and the sensation of Brent’s thrusting cock against his. Every sensation was doubled, and if a DP was inevitably a short-lasting fuck, the intensity made up for that.

    Jonathan could barely think. Every thought was being pummeled out of him, just like every lingering resistance in his ass. He held on to Carlos’s strong arms and watched his boyfriend’s clear pleasure. Particularly once Carlos started thrusting up into him, too. The angle and position meant Carlos’s dong moved just a couple inches in and out, but combined with Brent’s fuller piston-strokes, the double-barreled action made Jonathan’s ass sing.

    It took Carlos by surprise, and it definitely took Jonathan by surprise. But the bottom was getting a hardon again. Not a half-hard defensive erection, but a full-on bone. It was the first one he’d ever had getting double fucked. 

    “Go for it,” Carlos hissed. Hurriedly, he grabbed some lube and squirted it on his boyfriend’s cock. 

    All three men were moving together now. Brent fucking fully, Carlos humping up into Jonathan, and Jonathan writhing between them, frantically jerking his dick in synchronization.

    “Goddamnit, guys!” Brent cried, his deep voice getting a little higher and more urgent. Carlos could feel the spurts of ex-jock seed against his own prick. He’d experienced this before, of course, but the different position made this feel different. As Brent’s thusts slowed, Carlos fucked up into Jonathan harder. 

    “Unggh!” the bottom cried. His dick didn’t so much shoot as those double cocks pushed his cum right out of him, right onto Carlos’s muscled body. 

    If a DP always felt amazingly tight, Jonathan’s clenching ass drove Carlos wild. He even felt Brent’s dick spurt out more juice, just as his own cock throbbed and unleashed a heavy load deep up inside Jonathan. 

    The bottom collapsed onto Carlos, feeling completely fucked out. Carefully, Brent pulled out, then Carlos lifted Jonathan off him with equal care. 

    “You OK, babe?” he asked as he ran his hand along Jonathan’s cheek. 

    Jonathan just nodded dumbly. “OK if I just lie here a second?” he asked. 

    Carlos winked and patted his side. “Absolutely.”

    He looked up at Brent. Hopefully the guy wasn’t impatient to have them leave. 

    “Wanna shower up?” he asked the older man. 

    Carlos was a little surprised when the younger stud followed him into the shower. This felt good too. Maybe a little naughty, but Carlos knew it was all in fun. Something that happened twice a year. And he was surprised this 20-something ex-baseball player was as into his older body as he was. 

    “Thanks for that, man,” Brent said as he openly soaped up Carlos’s thick muscle. “You guys have a good thing going, and I know it’s weird coming over here.”

    Carlos shrugged. Maybe it was the sex endorphins, but he was in a much more generous mood now. “I should thank you for letting us explore this.” He touched Brent’s dense, toned body. “I shouldn’t be a greedy man, not after that fuck just now. But if I had the chance to do it more often, I’d be thrilled.”

    Brent smiled. For as different as the men were, they were surprisingly in sync as tops, sharing an amped up libido and the same love of sex. “I’m gonna respect whatever boundaries you guys have,” he said with a smirk. “But PLEASE tell me if you wanna do it more often.”

    Carlos chuckled. 

    The two rinsed off and toweled off. Somehow, in the masculine presence of Brent’s naked body, Carlos chubbed up again. Brent was too, even throwing hard as he hung up the towel and strutted back into the bedroom. Jonathan was more back to normal and he got up off the bed. 

    “My turn,” he said. “You guys left me really fucking wet.”

    “Feel like a cocktail?” he asked as Jonathan walked toward the master bathroom. 

    “Yeah, sure,” the bottom said.

    “Make mine a small one,” Carlos said. “I’m driving.”

    When Jonathan joined them, the mood was fun and lively. Carlos didn’t recall seeing Brent so chatty before. 

    “I feel like that was my present, too,” he said.

    “Well, Merry Christmas, man,” Jonathan winked, even as he scooted closer to Carlos around the kitchen island in Brent’s kitchen. Carlos placed his arm affectionately around his taller boyfriend, feeling incredibly happy and grateful. 

    “I gotta say, that was the best Christmas gift ever,” Carlos beamed.

    “You say that every year,” Jonathan laughed.

    “It’s true every year,” Carlos replied.

    Jonathan had a big grin. Like something was on his mind. Something was. “I may be able to top last year’s present.”

    Brent looked on, intrigued where this was going.

    “Better?” Carlos wasn’t following. 

    “What do you think of doing this more often?” He looked at Carlos as he asked, but also turned toward Brent.

    Carlos’s voice got quiet. “You have a pretty good idea of what I think,” he said softly. He rubbed the back of Jonathan’s back, right in the middle of his shoulder blades. “You sure, babe?”

    Jonathan nodded. “Just now was incredible. If you guys can make me feel like that every time…”

    He looked over at Brent again, but the younger guy just held up his hands, as if he was staying neutral. “Hey, I’m very happy to be your third wheel whenever you guys wanna.”

    Carlos was getting hard just thinking about it. Not a ready to fuck again hardon, but definitely a thrill came over him. “Babe, tell me what I gotta do to make you feel great with this.” Then, with a leer, he asked. “How often we talking about?”

    “I dunno. Once a month good?” he asked. Definitely feeling his partner out. 

    “God yes,” Carlos growled, and the reaction got a laugh out of Brent. 

    That made Jonathan smile. He leaned into Carlos’s embrace and said, “It’s settled, then. You’re officially on the DP-of-the-month plan. But fuck, I’m gonna have a hard time thinking of what to get you for your birthday.”

    Brent watched as Carlos leaned in and whispered something in Jonathan’s ear. A leer on his face, soon matched by his boyfriend’s. “Yeah, I could do that,” Jonathan said softly. 

    They finished their drinks, and it was time for the couple to go. 

    “We have to hit the road bright and early tomorrow,” Carlos said. Each Christmas morning, they did the drive to Carlos’s family the next state over. 

    “It was a pleasure, gentlemen,” Brent said as he walked them to the door. “And let me know how I can help out with your monthly plan,” he grinned. 

    “We will,” Jonathan beamed, pulling his ex into a hug before giving a quick goodbye kiss. Carlos did the same.

    “Merry Christmas, Brent,” the older man said.

    “Merry Christmas, guys.”

  • Christmas Love

    Chad sat at the bar on a stool, staring into his drink contemplating life. It was Christmas Eve “another on alone” he sighed looking around he busy pub. He and his ex-wife had finally divorced  6 months ago, having separated 7 years ago. Chad had decided earlier that week, that he was not going to spend another miserable Christmas day  at his eldest daughters Lisa’s home, with her annoying partner Alex and his 2 badly behaved teenage lads.

    Nah, that not for him, as he wanted to have some peace and Lisa was not happy with his decision, saying “dad what are you going to do on your own sitting in your little poky flat. Don’t be silly when you could be with the 6 of us having a great time.” Her father sighed silently and said to himself “Alex’s boring parent were going to be there as well and they are insufferable.”

    So he replied keeping his voice light. “thanks but no love, as I know I will be bad company, and will spoil yous lots fun. So I am staying at home this year!” Lisa grumbled about this for about an hour, trying to change her father mind and having no luck, she finally said grumpily “sod you then, suit yourself and be miserable then you silly old git, no one will miss yer.”

    Her father replied sweetly, “bye Lisa love. Have a great Christmas. I’ll call you ok!” And he put the phone down listening to her saying to Alex “dads not coming for Christmas this year for fuck sake, what is wrong with him!”

    Chad was 46, 5 11, a light skinned mix heritage black/white man, with a slim toned body. He looked like his father at the same age, re the shape that he was in now. But this was not always the case and was in direct contrast to how he looked in his thirties when he had piled a ton of weight on.

    He had a bout of ill health and lost a load of kilos over a short period of a time, and this was linked to the stress of his marriage ending, coupled with a load of work issues including his losing his well paid employment. And as a result, this caused him to seek some professional help and this was a god send. And also Lisa was a great, offering him a shoulder to lean on as and when needed.

    “She is a good girl is Lisa”, he said to himself and felt a bit bad re the not going to her home for Christmas, but as aforementioned he could not stand being there. He looked round the pub, which was full of festive cheer .with loads of people in having a great time. whereby he in direct contrast, felt as alone as could be in the busy crowd of people.

    It was 9pm, and he was about to call it an evening and be on his way home to watch some telly and go to bed early, which was his usual routine over the last couple of years.  “Yeah no doubt, there as always was at this time of year, will be some boring programme on, which I can half watch before going to me bed.”

    Chad would do as he always did, which was to flicking though his phone, to see what was happening in the world. Then see if his football team would be playing on Boxing day. He loved watching the match cheering the lads on who played for the team on, as they were doing so well this season.

    He sighed and as he looked across the bar, he spotted a man looking at him, and the man grinned and then looked away. The man did this several times, and he said to himself “Who the fuck is that bloke, and why does he keep on looking at me for?” Chad felt uncomfortable and held his stare and the man eventually looked away.

    A few seconds later, Chad looked up and the man was talking to the bar man ordering a pint of lager which was the same as the one that he drank. “Well he must have good taste” he said to himself and looked at his phone as his youngest son Stuart had text him, asking him for some money again. “No bleeding chance as he borrowed some last month and this is becoming too much of a habit of his!”

    When Chad looked up again the man was staring at him and grinned and took a few gulps of his pint. Chad noticed that the man’s throat was moving with each gulp, then he drained the whole pint and ordered another, and was looking directly at Chad. Who in turn was growing increasingly uncomfortable and annoyed, and it showed as his facial expression, and his body language was becoming more hostile.

    He was about to go over and give him piece of his mind, and the man waved and he suddenly realised is was to the two women that he was sitting beside him. And suddenly Chad felt like a right dick and as a result of his mistake, his face went  bright red and placed his head in his hands.

    He said to himself, “you stupid idiot, what’s wrong with you” and he shook his head staring at the bottles displayed, saying “I need a bloody whisky, you stupid fool.”

    He heard a man voice, greeting the two women and noted that this was the same man who he thought was staring at him and he was kissing and hugging them. The man was about 40 5ft 10 was wiry, with dark brown hair and he had a Irish accent. Chad looked over at him and flushed with embarrassed and wiped his forehead as he was perspiring.

    “Oh shit” he said too himself and drained his pint and was about to go.

    He was just about to get off the bar stool when the man said “hey mate would you like drink?”

    “What” he said in surprise flushing slightly.

    “I said would like a drink man, hey its Christmas and it’s my round. These are my good friends, Sue, and Sasha, who I was looking at and waving at well earlier for a while, but they did not see me. They are both as blind as bats.”

    He laughed and said “mate you probably thought it was you I was looking at didn’t you?” And he grinned.

    “Anyhow, would you like one, a pint I mean?”

    Chad replied “em ok yeah why not ,and I will get the next round ok?”

    “Sure I will hold you to that.”

    He order the drinks and then he turned round properly and introduce himself. “hi, I’m Shane good to meet you friend.”

    “I’m Chad same here.”

    And they shook hand and he made eye contact and his heart lurched. “Bloody hell what’s happening to me, this is weird” he said to himself. This man was unlike any one that has meat before and he a nice presence about him.

    Any they got talking Shane and he clicked straightway, and they were all having good old laugh and sharing story’s and the next thing they knew it was closing time. Sue and Sasha said their goodbyes and jump into uber.

    “I live in …. and Shane named the street which was on the same street as Chad lived.  

    He replied “blimey mate, that’s so weird so do I, and I have never seen you before, and I have lived there for 7 years!”

    “So have I” Shane laughed, “after me and my husband split up and finally got divorced about 2 years ago.”

    “Oh are you gay” Chad said in surprise?

    “Yeah I am, and your obviously not!”

    Then he said “yeah I am gay whatever, let go home, shall we?” And with that, they walked and talked all the way home. It was a cold night and they could see their respective breathes coming out of each other mouths. And to their astonishment it turn out, that  they lived directly across the road from each other.

    “Well this is me” Shane said and shook his hand and without hesitating, he hugged him tightly, and released him and said “see you around man nice to have met you!” And Chad said the same and they parted and he walked across the road to his flat. When he turned round to wave goodbye, he  was a disappointed to find that Shane was already in his flat and the communal front door was closed behind him.

    Chad walked into his cold flat and turned the heating on and was too wound up to sleep.

    He got changed into a pair of grey fitted lounge pants and a light blue t shirt, and said to himself  “can you believed it, that bloke Shane lives directly across the road from me, and has done for the same amount of time, that time I have, and that’s bloody strange!”

    “And he is such a nice bloke, and so are those other two Sue and Sasha. Maybe they are a lesbian couple, although both had grown up daughters the same age as my Lisa who was 26 and my other children Bill 24 and the youngest son Stuart 22 the borrower and the party boy.” 

    He looked out of the window and started, as looking back over at him, was Shane and he was waving. He turned away and came back with a couple of bottles of beer in each hand, and mouthed “fancy having these?”

    Chad hesitated for second and said to himself “sod it!” Then  he mouthed back “yeah why not, come over ok?” And Shanes nodded grinned and moved away from his window. Chad looked round and thought that his place looked ok. Then he looked in the mirror and ran his hand though his hair which was cut short and greying slightly, and suddenly he felt a bit nervous.

    “Shit the man might think me and him are going to…?”

    “Nah I am not gay so whatever chill the fuck out you silly knobhead!”

    The doorbell rang and he walked downstairs and let him in. “Hey, come in, I’m upstairs” and Shane followed him upstairs and he said to himself “nice bum” as Chads lounge pants were moulded to his long legs and his fit ass, which was a nice shape, not too big or too small, just nice, and tight.

    “No stop it, stop leering, you silly idiot. Chads not gay, so stop it and relax and don’t chance him getting pissed off, as he was not happy when I was staring at him earlier and he looked like he was going to hit me! But hell Chad is hot guy, I am not gonna lie, as I bloody fancy the pants off him.”

    So they had a few beers as Chad had also brought some beer in for the festive season, and they were talking about their ex partners. “Yeah Jo was a nice women but we just grew apart after we had the children, and it all came to an end sadly”

    “Ah that was the same with me and Joe.”

    Then he exclaimed “Chad mate, me and you were both married to pair of Joe’s, well I assumed you ex-wife was called Joanne?”

    Chad replied “yeah that is correct” and they laughed loudly.

    “So you say you have children who did that happen” he asked? And Shane replied  “yeah we Laura’s who is 25 is Joes daughter from his first girlfriend and we adopted our sons. My two lads Rick is 24 and the youngest son Chris 22.  Yeah that lads always borrowing money and he is a party boy.” 

    “Chad exclaimed bloody hell just like my youngest Stuart who is also 22, in fact he text me wanting to borrow some cash when I was in the pub, and I did not bother to text him back!” Good for you man I had to do the same as well and they chuckled. Chad said “my other 2 are my Lisa who was 26 she such a good girl, well women, and my other son Bill is 24 and the total opposite of his brother and had got his head screwed on.”

    Though sometimes I do say “bleeding kids, as they get worse as they get older! Aways with some drama or the other.” “Yeah you got that right Chad mate” and they carried on talking and before they knew it they both looked at the clock and it was 5am. “Shit I better go” Shane said yawning.

    “Oh yeah of course it Christmas today, I totally forgot. Are you off to see your family then?” Chad asked him. “No he said I cant be bothered, as it all a  bit weird now. Joes with a new bloke Tim, and he a bit of a twat. The thing is though the kids love him, so last years it was awkward and I can’t be arsed to be fair. So I will be by myself this year.”

    “ So will I Shane, Chad replied, as Lisa my eldest invited me round and I hated it last year and the year before, as it’s so noisy and her man a bit of a idiot, so I declined. She was not pleased2 and he shrugged his shoulders and then exclaimed “bloody hell I am turning into my old man, who was aright old miserable sod, when I was growing up.”

    Shane stood up and stretched as he yawn loudly, “yeah we all turned into our father, don’t we. Anyhow, bloody hell I am shattered. I better go” and he and Chad walked down the stairs.

    “Cheers man for great evening and hopefully we can meet for beer again if you like?” And Chad replied quietly, “yeah Shanes, I would like that a lot!”

    Shane leaned over and touched his face, and looked into his eyes and said “great I will call you” and as he went turn round, Chad said “mate do you have to go?”

    What”

    Not quite believing what he was going to say, he said to Shane “I don’t want you to go!”

    “What! Why?”

    And Chad blushed and said “Shane I don’t want to you to go” and without hesitation, he looked directly into the Irishmen’s dark blue eyes, and moved closer to him and said “I don’t want you to go Shane” and he touched his face and then his hair and pulled him closer and kissed him.

    And Shane who fancied the pants off him and not expecting this, kissed him right back and they stayed like this for few minutes kissing each other’s hot eager mouths, by the front door. The automatic hall light went off and they standing were in the dark.

    “Come on lets go aback upstairs” Chad whispered.

    And they did, as he took his hand and they stopped to kiss each other every few steps. Eventually they back in his flat and were soon naked and lying facing each other in his bed. “Mate ae you sure about this?”

    Shane carried on “because I don’t want to…”

    “I know mate I know and this is all new to me so go gentle yeah” and they laughed nervously and were soon exploring each other bodies.

    The contrast between them regarding the similarities and the difference were ok, and Chad’s prick at 8 inches was soon stiff and felt so good in Shanes hand. His mouth was on his and thy were kissing deeply and devouring each other mouths. Their breath smelt of beer fumes and was not unpleasant and they bodies moved against each other.

    The fact that Shane was as hairy as he was and had not tits, was strange at first!” His hand brushed against Shanes cock, and it was hot to touch and he noted larger and thicker than his own, and he was cut. He wasn’t and the man smelt so unlike any woman that he had been with, and it was fine as the cologne he wore was lemony and pleasant.

    His hand grasped the cock shaft which firmly in his hand, and he was feeling it up and said “mate you got bigger dick than me” and they chuckled and he was pulled on top of Shane and they were rubbing their whole bodies against each other. Getting use to each other.

    The feeling was incredible and he was comfortable, and he was being stroked all over. His head was being held and their bodies were covered in sweat and he found his head and hair, were being held firmly, and his arse was being manhandled with the other hand.

    Then both of Shanes hand was grabbed onto his bum and he was being pulled even close into him, and as a result of this intense unusual situation, Chad was so bloody turn on, and was thinking off nothing but how excited this was feeling to him. After all this was with another bloke and he said to himself “hell this was ok, nah its more than ok its feels bloody good.”

    And the way that Shane touched him and he was holding him and he was rubbing himself against the Irishman was crazy. This was the same man, that he had been scowling at hours ago in the pub. Across the bar. The fact that he was stroking the man’s back and hold his head. as they mashed their hot beery mouths together, and suddenly he felt himself starting to cum.

    He tried to hold off and he couldn’t as the first spurt of cum shot out of him, and more followed, and  at the same time, the same, out of Shanes thicker cock. And both of their load were splashing between them and the smell of their combines cum loads filled the air, They were glued together panting heavily for a few minutes after the last few drops were expelled.

    Shane spoke first not sure what was going tom follow and he said “fucking hell that was nice man!”

    Chad replied “”yes it was and make no attempt to move and finally rolled off Shane and was lying on his back still panting. After a while Shane said “em I suppose I better ergh go now ,as you be wanting you sleep yeah?”

    Chad replied “fuck off mate you are not going nowhere “and he pulled the man on top of him and they were kissing each other with passion. And were both harder than before. He pulled his head back and looked at Shane with his dark brown eyes and said@

    “Merry Christmas Shane.”

    “Can you stay with me?”

    “Sure why the hell not!”

    Merry Christmas Chad!

    The End


    Happy Holiday’s Every One

  • Wishcraft

    Concordium Chapter 12

    Wishcraft Chapter 4

    Alonzo

    The New Student Mixer was a bit of a misnomer. It was open to returning students as well as new students. It was supposed to be an opportunity for new students to meet more advanced students and to hear information about clubs and other organizations on campus. It was the first big event on campus, and the only event for the entire community before the Heritage-Day Dance on the last Saturday of September.

    My ass was burning from the two spankings Erik had given me today and my asshole was hurting from the constant fucking. I wasn’t sure I felt like going tonight, but Erik hadn’t asked. He’d just told me to wear something nice, but there wasn’t anything in my wardrobe that could cover up the ugly chain he’d locked around my neck. I wore a pair of designer jeans, stonewashed and distressed, a purple and gold plaid western style shirt with pearl buttons, a faux leather vest and my cowboy boots. Wearing this outfit now would give me an opportunity to buy another outfit for Heritage-Day. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt. Then I picked out my white cowboy hat.

    Erik decided to wear his jeans, a Gravity Falls t-shirt and a gray hoodie. I wasn’t going to argue with him about the impression he was making, not after that painful spanking he’d given me earlier. I was torn between wanting to tell him que te jodan (get fucked) and wanting to try and soothe whatever beast I’d unleashed inside him. Just because I’m a total bottom, I thought, doesn’t mean I’m going to let some hijo de puta slap me around. I’m no fucking puto!

    Erik

    I could tell that Alonzo was really pissed. First, he wasn’t talking, and Alonzo hardly ever shut up. It was simultaneously one of his most annoying and most endearing traits. He had a constant monologue going with himself; sometimes it was really animated too. Second, he didn’t try to dress me up for the mixer. I was glad that I was going to be comfortable all night, but a little hurt that he hadn’t even tried to make me presentable.

    I couldn’t be angry with him. I had no idea why I’d hauled off and spanked him so hard. I did like it when he was naked. That view never got old. His ass could use a little toning, but it was hotter than any other ass I’d ever seen up close, except maybe Kieran’s but that one was off limits for many reasons. Besides, Alonzo’s caramel colored butt was much prettier as far as I was concerned. As nice as it was to look at, it wasn’t my place to order him to keep it on display. The cameras I’d put in the room already had a lot of pictures for me to look at whenever I got an urge.

    It wasn’t like me to lose control. I was well known for my ability to reason things out instead of reacting. Even my mother said that it made me kind of cool and distant. Yesterday and this morning, I was playing with Alonzo, seeing how far I could push him. It was incredibly hot that he was obeying me so readily, like he really wanted to be subservient, but was that what I wanted? As pretty as Kieran was, his subservience grated on me a little. I found Alonzo’s sensuality and (I’ll admit it) almost campy behavior to be more alluring. The way he moved his hands, the expression on his face and his mannerism made me wonder how his mother hadn’t pegged him as a gay boy long before this summer.

    “Hey Alonzo,” I said as we were crossing the quad, “I’m sorry about this afternoon. I got kind of carried away with the spanking.”

    Alonzo stopped and looked at me. With his head cocked to one side and his hands on his hips, he looked like the gayest cowboy on the planet. I wanted to smile and laugh. There’s no way that’s how real cowboys dressed in west Texas. He wagged his finger in my face.

    “Oh, you think so?” he demanded. “I think you were more than a little out of line!”

    Even when he was trying to look mean and intimidating, he looked like a pouty little gay boy. He was a few inches taller than me, but he wasn’t remotely threatening.

    “I have a mind to slap that smug look off your face,” he said.

    He lifted his hand as if he were going to do it too, but my hand shot out faster than I could stop it. I felt an urge to slap him. I raised my hand to hit him, but I changed course at the last moment and grabbed his hand.

    “Don’t start something you can’t stop, twink boy,” I said.

    My heart sank. I’d said it in a light tone of voice. I was just joking with him, but I could tell from Alonzo’s eyes that he was afraid of me. I didn’t want him to be scared. I let his hand drop.

    Alonzo

    And there it was. One minute, he was the sweet Erik I’d first met. The boy who’d hesitantly suggested that we masturbate together, the boy who’d been so apologetic that he’d taken my anal virginity – as if I hadn’t wanted it too! The next moment, he was that other person, the one who scared me to death, Einar Ironblood.

    When Erik reached out for me, I flinched a little. He looked hurt, but he put his arm around me anyway. Because he was shorter than me, he couldn’t comfortably put his arms around my shoulder, so he put it around my waist. I didn’t know what to do with my own arm, so I put it around his shoulders. We walked that way into the Student Union.

    The lobby was full of students standing around, some looking lost. From upstairs I could hear the strains of Blinding Lights coming from the ballroom, but the singer clearly wasn’t The Weeknd. It had to be a student group, and they were pretty good. Scattered about the lobby were tables manned by various clubs and campus organizations. On the left there were food booths set up offering lots of different foods.

    I saw Jason and Kieran over in the lounge. They looked cute sitting there sharing a gelato with a single spoon. They were even wearing matching outfits. I decided not to bother them, since they looked like they were on a date. I bet Jason never hits Kieran, I thought. While I was sure that that statement was true, it wasn’t fair to compare Jason and Erik. Jason was more confident, and he hadn’t had anyone put another personality into his head.

    Erik wandered off to visit some of the tables that looked like they were for engineering organizations. He looked small (he was only five and a half feet tall) but could strut like a six-footer. I had no interest in clubs for myself, especially after the fiasco that had happened earlier today with the Pagan Traditions group. I was tempted by one of the faith organizations that seemed to be about music. I’d sung in the choir back home in El Paso, but I was looking to distance myself from the church while at college. I’d had enough of blowing priests in the choir room just to have their superior say I was sinning just for being me. Of course, Father Mendez had never said that. He was young, handsome, and sometimes gave me a blowjob in return. But I was done, maybe not with blowing handsome young priests but with the whole church thing for a while.

    I probably wouldn’t have time for any clubs anyway, not with the schedule that Erik had given me. The boy was loco, thinking he could control my every waking moment. I’d get this all figured out. If I’d put a spell on him – I couldn’t believe I’d just thought that – I would have to find a way to break it and then go back to a normal relationship where he was maybe a little aggressive and dominant in bed but stayed in his own lane when it came to everything else.

    Fuck it! I thought. Viking’s Prize was a terribly written book that had been good for fueling my jack off sessions with some hot images of rape and sexual domination. I had no desire to live it out.

    I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned around to see our RA, Sebastian Trent. He was looking good in jeans and a sports jacket. He was just about six feet tall, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. His body looked fine, not really muscular but trim and healthy. He was hot in a dorky young professor sort of way. If I weren’t with Erik right now, I’d do him. If I had a few beers, I’d probably do him anyway.

    “Sorry to bother you while you’re out at a mixer,” he said, “but you’re on my list.”

    “What list,” I asked.

    I looked at his big hands and thought, I hope it’s a list for naughty boys! I was feeling like a naughty boy about then

    “Let’s talk somewhere less noisy,” he said and pulled me towards a stairwell. He didn’t say anything until we got to the second floor. He led me down a short hallway to the open balcony that ran along the back of the building.

    “This is fine,” he said. “You confuse me Alonzo, in ways I’m not used to being confused.

    “When I was checking you out before school began, I noticed that you were gay, but that’s it. I do take some gay students on my floor to round out the numbers, especially if they’re vulnerable or extremely flamboyant.”

    He gave me a look when he said the word flamboyant, then continued, “the fact that you live in a house that’s warded made me think you might be a witch, but you showed no signs of anything more than a latent talent.”

    All of this was a surprise to me, but Tia Marisol had told me that her house was protected from evil spirits. I had dismissed it as being part of her delusions about being a witch. Now I wasn’t too sure about the delusion part. Aside from catching a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows that had to have been a rat walking on its hind legs, her house had seemed normal enough to me.

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

    “Then why did Clarissa tell me that you took control of a ritual, turned it around to benefit yourself and then drew power from outside that knocked you out and left everyone else dazed?” he asked. “She’s been trying to clean up the fallout all day.”

    “I don’t know,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “But it scared the hell out of me.”

    Sebastian must have seen the fear on my face. He put his arm around my shoulders and asked me to tell him what I did know. I told him the whole story (although I left Tia Marisol out of it), about my visualization, about how my roommate had changed and that I had promised to keep his attention on me until I could find a way to undo it.

    Sebastian seemed to know more than I was saying. He touched the locked chain around my neck and said, “I’m sorry that your roommate is getting aggressive with you, but you’re doing the right thing. Whatever you did to him is your fault. I’ll help you figure it out, but it may take some time. Let me know if Erik goes too far, and I’ll see what I can do. But we have to keep him focused on you before this compulsion you’ve put on him shifts to someone less capable of handling it.”

    “Yes, Sir,” I said.

    It was nice that he was telling me to do something I’d already promised myself to do, but it also felt like I was being boxed in. Before it was my choice, but Sebastian said it like it was an obligation that I would be forced to fulfill.

    “And you’re going to have to take private lessons with me, Clarissa or Marvin,” he added. “I’ll check with their schedules, but I don’t think the general classes we’re going to offer to novices will suit you. You’re too powerful.”

    “Me?” I asked. “I’ve just about managed to convince myself that this is all real, but I am the very definition of a novice. I had no idea that magic even existed until today.”

    “That may be,” he said, “but I’m not talking about your expertise or proficiency. I’m talking about raw talent.”

    He turned to leave but had one more thing to say. “I’ll have to get you sworn to the Concordium as soon as possible, as well.”

    I had no idea what he was talking about. He seemed to assume that I knew a lot of things that I didn’t. I wondered what would happen if I refused to swear to this Concordium of his, and I wondered what these special classes entailed. And Marvin was the sexy guy with the obsidian knife during the ritual. I wondered what kind of classes I’d get from him.

    I looked around the balcony (It was actually more of an upper deck than a balcony) and I saw a few other couples, all opposite sex, engaged in flirting. One couple was kissing. I sarcastically thought, I have no problem with heterosexual couples; I just wish they wouldn’t always try to shove it in my face.

    I still heard the dance music from the ballroom, so I decided to go in and check it out. There was a student band performing onstage. The room was dark except for stage lights on the band and swirling lights overhead illuminating patches of the dance floor. I was walking the perimeter of the room watching the dancers and wishing that I had someone with me. Even if Erik were here, he didn’t seem like the dancing type to me.

    “Hello,” said a male voice I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a tall, good-looking guy with dark bronze skin and short curly hair standing there in the dim illumination. He was dressed well, in an open black sports coat over a silvery button-down shirt, and black trousers. He had full lips, dark eyes, and a broad, powerful nose. He smelled of Eros by Versace. That outfit, that scent and his masculine features were definitely working for me. My cock began to stiffen in my briefs.

    “I was watching you downstairs for a while and then I saw you come up here with that man (He must have meant Sebastian). When he came back down alone, I thought I’d look for you.”

    “Well,” I said smiling, “you found me.”

    This guy was six feet tall and well-built. I was liking what I was seeing. He must have liked what he was seeing too because his eyes were sweeping me slowly from head to toe. When his eyes came back to my face, he smiled again and my heart melted a little.

    He said, “You look like a gay cowboy.”

    I took his hand, looked into his eyes and said, “I’m a gay boy from El Paso, Papi, so I am a gay cowboy.”

    He pulled me onto the dance floor. He had some moves. I fell into step with him and let him lead. We were bumping and grinding to the band doing Despacito. They were mangling the Spanish, but they sounded pretty good. He was behind me and was grinding his sizable cock against my ass. I thought it was only fair that I return the favor, so I was massaging his cock with my ass. If we hadn’t been dressed, we would have been fucking on the dance floor.

    When the song was over, he turned me around and kissed me. His full lips were soft and firm at the same time. His hands moved down my back and cupped my ass. I kept mine around his neck. I didn’t want him to think I was too easy, but if he kept doing what he was doing, he was going to find out tonight just how easy I could be.

    Without taking his mouth off mine, he maneuvered us to the side doors and out onto the balcony. He pushed me back against the railing and kept kissing me, slowly moving his lips down my neck. I was so hard that I was ready to burst.

    He broke the kiss and fingered the chain around my neck.

    “This is an interesting fashion choice,” he said.

    I smiled again and brushed my hair back from my eyes.

    “I’m in college now,” I replied. “It’s time to try new things.”

    He moved his hand up my arm and I felt goosebumps. This guy was seriously turning me on. But I knew that it shouldn’t go any further than making out on a balcony. The guy was gorgeous, and he was tall, and he seemed so romantic. But I was coming to realize that it wasn’t sweet and romantic that attracted me. I needed something harder with a rougher edge. Not only that, I owed Erik for what I’d done to him. I needed to stick with him.

    “My name’s Langston,” he said, picking up my hand and kissing my fingers.

    I pulled my fingers away gently. Touching the chain around my neck, I said, “My name’s Alonzo, but I have a boyfriend.”

    Saying it aloud was a shock to my system. Was Erik my boyfriend? We’d just met yesterday, but he’d fucked me for the first time in my life, and he’d been considerate enough to make sure that I came every time he’d fucked me. Usually, he made sure that I came first.

    “That’s too bad,” Langston said, “but I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now. I’m looking for a pretty twink I can take back to my room for a little fun. I fuck your ass, then I suck your dick.”

    “I can’t,” I said, although I really wanted to. Only Father Mendez had ever blown me. Bobby wouldn’t do it even after I did him, and that guy in the airport had taken off right after he came.

    “If you have a boyfriend,” he said, touching the chain around my neck, “he should buy you some gold, not this janky junkyard thing.”

    He wasn’t wrong.

    He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I work in the Student Activities office, and I have a key. We only have to go up to the third floor, and we can get to know one another better. Your boyfriend will never know.”

    He knew how to take charge. He bent down to kiss me. That was probably his biggest mistake tonight.

    Erik

    I’d checked out the engineering organizations that held interest for me and made some notes. None of the other groups were interesting in the least. That’s when I noticed that Alonzo was missing. I looked around and when I couldn’t find him I pulled out my phone and checked his location. He was in the building, but it didn’t tell me more than that. I was going to have to put a leash on that boy, I thought, or make him walk around holding onto my belt loop.

    Since I didn’t see him on the first floor, I took the stairs up the second. I walked around for a little while, looking for him, but I didn’t see him anywhere. There was a dance going on in the ballroom. Alonzo was always dancing in the room. Maybe I should have taken him dancing, I thought. But I didn’t know how to dance and didn’t really have a desire to learn. If you want a boyfriend like Alonzo, you should at least take him dancing. I’d have to think about it.

    The RA, Sebastian Trent, saw me and came over.

    “Sebastian Trent,” he said, holding out his hand, “and you’re Erik Rucker. I’ve been looking for you.”

    I lied and said, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

    “I’m your RA,” he said, “and I was wondering how you were feeling. How you were fitting in.”

    I was getting annoyed. I knew how pretty Alonzo was and I was afraid someone was taking advantage of him. My cock throbbed when I thought of his round ass.

    I said, “I’m feeling fine. I was just looking for Alonzo.”

    Sebastian looked a little concerned. “I left him on the balcony just a few minutes ago. I was checking in with him as well.”

    Seeing the look on my face he added. “He can take care of himself, you know. This is a safe college event.”

    “No, he can’t!” I replied, with more vehemence than I’d meant. “He’s too open and friendly, and someone here will take advantage of him.”

    What I was avoiding was saying that he was too damned sexy, and frankly he was a little bit airheaded and a lot flirty. I was afraid someone would seduce him, especially on the dance floor. If someone taller than him paid him some attention and took him out onto the dance floor, he’d be putty in their hands. If he was still mad because I’d spanked him too hard this morning, I could lose him. And that wasn’t going to happen. He was mine and nobody touched my stuff and got away with it. I felt my anger rising inside me.

    Sebastian tried to say something else, but I ignored him and moved to the balcony.

    I was right. Alonzo was standing against the railing and there was a handsome black man kissing his lips. Of course, he was tall. I was going to call out for him to stop, but I felt a red rage come over me. All I could see at that point was that some guy was putting his mouth on my boyfriend.

    The guy was bigger than me by at least half a foot, and he probably weighed at least fifty pounds more than me, but I didn’t care. He looked fit, but I wondered if he knew how to box. I had been offered a chance to compete in the lightweight class of the local MMA back in school.

    He didn’t see me coming until I spun him around and planted my fist in his abdomen. It was a sucker punch, but my instructor had always said that it was better for a small guy to use his intelligence to his advantage in a real fight. When the guy bent over, I gave him an uppercut on the bottom of the jaw and then a half dozen quick jabs before he could recover. I didn’t knock him out, but he didn’t try to fight back either. He choked out an apology and backed away.

    “Sorry, Dude,” he stammered. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.”

    “What the hell!” Alonzo said. “We were just talking.”

    I grabbed him and pulled him tight against me. “It didn’t look like talking to me,” I said. “He had his tongue in your mouth.”

    “I was just telling him that I had a boy… that I was seeing someone when you hit him,” he said.

    I told him to stop talking and I ripped his shirt open. Buttons went flying. I pulled him in for a kiss and pulled his shirt off at the same time, letting it drop to the floor. I took possession of his beautiful mouth with my own, crushing his lips. I bit his bottom lip; the same one he was always biting. My hands were fumbling at his waistband. His belt came undone, and I was working on the button.

    “Not here,” he begged, but I ignored him. I backed him to the rail and pulled his pants open. The button flew off the waistband and I pulled the zipper apart so fast that it got stuck.

    “Please, Erik,” he begged. “Anyone could walk by and see us.”

    I didn’t care. Maybe if I fucked him in front of the whole school everyone would know that he was mine. I yanked his pretty briefs down with his pants, exposing his hairless cock to the world. No one was there to see it but me. Of course, he was hard. He wanted a man to take him. He wanted to be ravaged here in public, no matter how much he protested.

    I bent him over the rail and bit his neck. I was marking my property. I briefly considered placing a brand on him to mark him as mine permanently. My fingers found his pucker and I worked them inside. He was still moist from the last time I’d fucked him.

    I struggled a bit because his tight pants held his legs too close together, so I fumbled with his shoes, first the left, then the right. I dropped them on the balcony and pulled his pants completely off. I wanted to throw them over the balcony, but my common sense overrode my worst impulses. Now he was naked. It was a shame to cover up a body like that. I wished I could keep him naked all the time, not just in the room. I’d put a collar and leash on him and walk him to class with me. He could sit next to me while I was studying, and I could pull him onto my lap and fuck him whenever the lecture got boring.

    I leaned him over the railing again and moved his legs apart with my own. In that position, he was no taller than me. I entered him quickly, in one smooth motion. He moaned and quivered beneath me. I picked up a rhythm. One hand moved around to his face. I was stroking his lips when he opened his mouth and hungrily sucked my fingers in. I slid the other hand around his waist and grabbed his balls. They felt so delicate in my hand.

    Alonzo was no longer moaning no. He was saying, “Yes. Oh God yes, Papi. Don’t stop. I need you to cum inside me.” He was banging his ass back against me with every thrust.

    I growled low in his ear, “It won’t be long now. I’m going to shoot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting cum for a week.”

    I knew that I was close to nutting, so I took firm hold of his cock and began to stroke it. He arched his back, allowing me to go deeper than before. He leaned his head back and yelled, “I’m cumming!”

    I’d missed the mark and he was cumming before me, but his tight, little ass was clenching on my cock. It took no longer than a few seconds before he milked me dry.

    I didn’t even have to ask. He just dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. It felt so good. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and played with it.

    Alonzo

    I couldn’t believe that Erik had beaten the crap out of Langston, not least because he was a good eight inches shorter. True, he’d tried to kiss me after I’d told him that I was seeing someone, but he wasn’t causing any real harm. I’d had no desire to be stripped naked on a public balcony, but I couldn’t deny that it had been exciting. I guess I was more turned on by being exhibited to the public than I thought. After stripping me, Erik had given me the best fuck yet. My knees were still weak, and I was breathing fast shallow breaths.

    I finished sucking his cock clean. I could feel his fingers playing with my hair. I didn’t know what to think right now. Erik was capable of so much violence that I was afraid of him sometimes, but he’d never done anything but give me a spanking. Sure, they hurt, but it wouldn’t do any lasting harm. In fact, he’d never gotten angry with me in the same way he had been angry at Langston. And I hoped he never did.

    Erik took hold of my arms and lifted me to a standing position. He pulled me into a hug. Despite his short stature, he’d seemed so large when he was taking charge, but now that we were hugging it was obvious that I was a few inches taller than him. A top should be taller than his bottom, I thought. I’d already done enough to Erik with magic, even though I had no idea how I’d done it, but maybe I could talk to Jason. Maybe he could give me some of whatever he’s been giving Kieran. That boy was shrinking before my eyes. Maybe I could choose to be a few inches shorter than Erik. That would work just as well as making him taller. Then I wouldn’t constantly be comparing him in my head with taller guys.

    I told Erik, “I think I’d better get dressed before someone sees me.”

    He mumbled back, “I wish everyone could see you the way you are now. You’re much too pretty for clothes.”

    “Thank you,” I said, running my hand along his stubbly face. (He was kind of a slob. It irritated me when we were in public, but I liked it when we were getting intimate.) “I love that you feel that way, Papi, but I don’t want to get arrested for public nudity, and while I’m sure you’d be willing to fight the entire campus police squad, it wouldn’t end well.”

    He released me, smiled, and gave my cock a quick tug. “Go on,” he said. “I’ll let you wear clothes until we get back to the room, then I’m going to fuck you again.”

    I pulled my clothes back on. My pants had a missing button, and the zipper was misaligned. I could only zip it about three-quarters of the way up. I looked a mess. My clothes were rumpled, my lips were swollen and red, and my hair was a mess. Anyone who looked at us would know what we were doing.

    We walked back towards the main stairwell and ran into Sebastian on the way. He took one look at me and my clothes and said, “You two go back to your room and stay there tonight. I ran into Langston. He won’t remember who he was talking to, or who hit him. But the memory won’t set until morning, so don’t let him see you.”

    We left and hurried back to our dorm. Erik was laughing, but I wasn’t. He’d attacked someone, then he’d damaged my clothes and stripped me in a public place, and then he’d fucked me hard where anyone could have seen us. But it was the laughing at his own actions that disturbed me the most. It was like he was out of control. That was so different from the usual cool and controlled Erik that I was afraid of him, and I was feeling guilt. Whatever was wrong with him, I knew that I was to blame.

    Erik

    I don’t know why I’d let Sebastian give me orders, but I’d wanted to go back to the room anyway. I didn’t know why I was getting so angry today. On one hand I knew that this wasn’t like me, but on the other hand maybe it should be. A lot of people seemed to want to piss me off today. And I was in too good a mood to let anyone else get to me. I had defied the petty rules society used to control people and I liked it. I’d fought for possession of my boy. I’d driven off my rival and then fucked my boy where everyone could see. That was some serious caveman shit, and my blood was still racing from the thrill.

    We hadn’t eaten at the mixer, so we stopped at the dining hall and grabbed some pizza. They were still serving grab and go, and we took a whole pizza. Alonzo had wanted to go upstairs alone and wait for me, but I hadn’t let him. I wanted him next to me. I wanted everyone to look at him and know that I’d made him mine again. The woman behind the counter knew it. I could see it in her eyes.

    I’d felt bad about spanking Alonzo so hard this afternoon, but it seemed to have worked. While I was putting the pizza down on a desk, Alonzo was taking his clothes off. We grabbed some slices and sat on my bed. I kissed Alonzo between bites of pizza and sips of soda. He seemed more comfortable being naked with me than he had been this morning.

    Once we’d finished eating, I told Alonzo to roll over on his stomach. He didn’t seem happy, but he did it.

    “Erik,” he said, “I’m really sore. I hadn’t been fucked at all until last night, and you’ve fucked me a lot since then. I love it. I really do, but I feel like I’m being rubbed raw.”

    I put my finger across his lips to shush him. “I’m not going to fuck you again tonight until you beg me to,” I said.

    I stroked his smooth butt. It was still red from the spankings I’d given him. Beneath the red, it looked like smooth caramel. I bent over and kissed it gently. His cheeks were warm. I pulled them apart and saw his puffy rosebud. He was right. It did look red and irritated.

    I kissed him gently, right on the pucker. He moaned softly and lifted his hips. I reached under him and pulled his penis down so that it was lying flat on the bed. It looked cute sitting under his hairless balls. He was a little uncomfortable because he’d already started to get hard. I licked along the outside of his hole.

    “Ay, Papi,” he groaned. “You make me feel so good.”

    “Let me know if you want me inside you,” I said. Then slipped the tip of my tongue inside him. My hand took his testicles in a firm grip and began to gently caress them as I worked his hole with my tongue. Alonzo’s toes were curling. I tongued him until his ring loosened. Then I touched it with my finger. It was loose but no less red and puffy.

    I turned him over. He had tears in his eyes. “I want you inside me, Erik,” he cried. “I want you more than you know, but I don’t think I can take it.” He was biting that lower lip of his again. It made my heart melt.

    “Hush,” I said. I didn’t want to damage him. I was going to have to ask Jason if he had something for an inflamed asshole. I took hold of his hard cock and began to stroke it gently. He let out a sigh of pleasure. I stroked him until he came again. He almost knocked me onto my back so he could get to my cock.

    He made love to my cock. I lay back and let it happen.

    Alonzo

    I wanted to make the blowjob I was giving Erik the best that I’d ever given. He’d been completely focused on giving me pleasure when we first met, but then he’d been so self-centered earlier today, concerned only with his own desires. But just now he’d gone full circle back to the beginning. He’d gone out of his way to pleasure me first, delaying his own pleasure until later. It was like he was two different people, Einar Ironblood and Erik Rucker.

    I wasn’t just sucking his cock. I was making love to it. I used every trick I’d learned in the past year, and every trick I’d seen on the internet and had only been able to practice on my dildo. He lay there and allowed me to worship him. He didn’t even grab my head to brutally fuck my face. He’d been such a beast today that I’d expected him to.

    When he came, he yelled, “Goddamn! You’re good. Take it. Take my seed.”

    Erik sat up on the bed and pulled me in close. He kissed me and rubbed my back. “You’re the best, Alonzo,” he said. “I… I really care about you, and I’m glad that we’re friends.”

    We cuddled on the bed for a while, just me lying in his arms. It was an incongruous image since I was a couple inches taller than him. Erik had to go to the bathroom, so I volunteered to go next door and get our evening tea. He wrote a note for me to give Jason, before heading into the bathroom. I read the note and added a postscript of my own.

    Jason,

    If you have something to alleviate inflammation of the anus, I would appreciate getting some. I’ve been pounding Alonzo hard. I don’t want to hurt him.

    Erik

    PS This is Alonzo. I know that Kieran is getting smaller. I would like some of whatever you’re giving him. I want to be smaller than Eric. It just feels right.

    I slipped on the briefs I’d worn earlier and went to see if our suitemates had returned. I saw Jason carrying Kieran. I could tell there was something wrong. I noticed Jason was trying to fit his key into the lock without dropping his boyfriend. I went over to him and asked, “What happened?”

    He said, “Just open the door for me, Alonzo. I’ll tell you later.” He dropped the keys into my hand, and I opened the door.

    He laid KIeran down on the bed and began undoing his jacket. He was undressing him carefully. I saw that Kieran’s clothes were torn and that he looked like he was in shock. His eyes were closed tight.

    “Rest here for a minute, baby boy,” Jason said. Then he kissed his boy on the temple.

    “Do you need help?” I asked. I was worried. I didn’t try to talk to Kieran. I whispered to Jason instead.

    “I’m going to make Kieran some tea. He needs something special tonight. I’ll mix yours up while I’m at it. You can take yours and Erik’s. I’ll take care of Kieran. He’s my boy.”

    “Yes, Sir,” I said, unconsciously mimicking Kieran’s use of the honorific. “I don’t want to bother you, so I can just leave this note for you. You look busy.”

    Jason took the note from my hand and read it carefully. “Are you sure about this, Alonzo?” he asked. “The Powder of Biantai may not work the way you think unless you really want it to. It’s dangerous when used unsupervised, and I don’t think that Erik would appreciate me trying to take over where you’re concerned.”

    “I do want to be smaller than Erik,” I said. “I’ll explain later why I can’t ask you to give me a growth potion for him. He doesn’t seem to notice the changes in Kieran, so I doubt he’ll notice them in me.”

    “I’m surprised that you do,” he responded. “Does Sebastian know that you can see things others can’t?”

    “Yes, Sir,” I said. “He said we’d talk about it later.”

    He took the note and crumpled it up.

    “I assume that you want to keep this from Erik,” he said, as he handed me five paper packets. “You will have a hard time drinking it if you mix it with water. I would suggest tea or coffee. It has less effect if combined with sugar, and alcohol can give it unpredictable results. If you double a dose, you will get a double effect, but it becomes less predictable in larger doses. The most important thing is that the preparation will respond to your subconscious. You’d better be sure of your desires.”

    He handed me a small jar with an oily lotion in it and said, “Tell Erik to apply a generous amount of this lotion to your anus once a day. He should do it when he is not going to fuck you in the next hour. You should know that this unguent can cause an increase in skin sensitivity that can sometimes become permanent. It will heal your anus and make it more resilient and flexible, however.”

    “Thank you, Sir,” I said. I looked over at Kieran and added, “Thank you for taking time to help us when you have so much on your mind.”

    Jason handed me a small tray with the tea and pills on it, and I left. Erik was still in the bathroom when I got back into the room. I poured two packets of the powder into the teacup Jason had told me was mine. I drank it down. When Erik came back into the room, I ran to the bathroom to do my business.

    When I returned, I gave Erik the lotion and gave him Jason’s instructions. He took me over his lap and used the lotion on my hole. It felt good. The pain seemed to ease immediately.

    Erik said, “Your hole is healing already. Too bad I have to wait until morning.”

    We went to our separate beds.

  • Tarzan and the erotic jungle

    I must confess that there was much in the fanciful adventures of Tarzan as told by Mr Burroughs that I simply put down to the over-active imagination of a supreme storyteller. I therefore did not expect to find some of his wilder descriptions so closely aligned with reality. Principal amongst these was the Jungle Lord’s ability to speak fluently and cogently with the tribe of the Great Apes which, had I not witnessed it over a prolonged period, I would scarcely have believed possible.

    Once I had been pawed and sniffed and handled in ways I could never have imagined by the savage throng, I was left alone as if I had been with them all my life. Standing aside I was able to observe Tarzan seemingly in conference with a group of particularly terrifying anthropoids, clearly the tribal elders, massive and greatly to be respected and feared. There could be no doubt that the guttural grunts, groans, barks, whines and roars that were shared between the participants was the stuff of communication, and I tried desperately to discern even a shred of sound that I could latch onto as familiar and meaningful. I failed miserably.

    To Tarzan however it was as if he had been conversing with fellow members in the smoking room of his club in Mayfair, so natural was his discussion with the mighty beasts. Upon its conclusion he came over to me and told me the story of how the tribe had chanced to be in this borderland so far from their natural home. They were hunting for a white hunter who had invaded their traditional grounds, killing one of their own and incapacitating several others. I could tell that Tarzan’s blood was up, and it appeared that the murder (and that is what he called it) was carried out purely for trophy taking, the victim’s head, hands and heart savagely cut from the bleeding carcass. Hunting for food and sustenance was something that my friend understood all too well, but to kill for sport and trophies was utterly foreign to him, repellent and monstrous.

    I had never actually seen him angry before, his demeanour in the city always controlled and aristocratic, but now as he  told me the grisly tale his entire body seemed to flush crimson with barely suppressed rage. I knew that we were about to embark on a manhunt, and that a death would probably lie at its end.

    That night the entire tribe (and I include myself in that group) took to the branches of the massive trees that made parts of the jungle all but inaccessible on foot. To sleep on the ground was to invite disaster with some of the most fearsome predators haunting the darkness in search of food. Tarzan, aware of my earthbound nature, assisted me into the upper reaches of a particularly mighty forest giant, at times wrapping an arm around my waist and literally hoisting me from branch to branch, as if I weighed no more than a small child. The feel of his flesh against mine and the sense of security I felt in his arms all conspired to arouse my manhood once more, so that by the time he decided upon a secure confluence of branches for our sleeping spot I was sporting a tumescent member that could not be willed away.

    “Forgive me Tom”, he remarked as we began to settle into our makeshift sleeping quarter, “but I think it best for you to lie against me and allow me to hold you in my arms. I have been sleeping like this all of my life and my body knows instinctively how to move, but you could fall with the slightest shift and I may not be able to catch you in time.”

    Naturally enough I was not about to argue the point and settled back against his warm, solid body like a baby nursed against its mother’s breast, the thick matt of fur on his chest and stomach brushing against my bare back like the softest blanket, his rich smell enveloping me like a cocoon. I couldn’t imagine any moment in my entire life when I had been happier, or more aroused, and was wondering how I would be able to keep from touching myself during the night when I felt the fingers of his right hand brush against my shaft. I stopped breathing as I waited to see if the touch had been purely accidental, praying that it had not been. There it was again, only this time the fingers lingered, moving gently up and down the hard bone, pausing momentarily at the underside of my engorged knob before wrapping themselves around my thick pole and expertly massaging it into an even harder state.

    “It’s alright Tom” he whispered into my ear, ” we are tribal brothers. When we smelt each other in front of the tribe it was a signal that you belonged to me, that I had taken you as my mate and that you would henceforth be under my protection. Tonight we must consummate that bond. They will smell it on us in the morning and they will understand and respect what it means.”

    I was beyond words by that point, the sensations coursing through my pole lighting up my entire, exhausted body, his hand wrapped around my penis coaxing juice from the tingling piss slit, sending me into a jungle of my own. He shifted slightly behind me and I could feel his beautiful, hard tool pressing against my back, moving slowly against my warm, sweat-soaked skin, his breathing warm and heavy against my ear.

    “I want you to fuck me John” I whispered into the night air, and the pressure of his hand around my manhood increased slightly while his other hand cupped my large, hairy balls, pulling on them gently but firmly, eliciting a groan from deep within me.

    “Soon Tom soon, but not here, not now” he breathed into me, “somewhere special for that, away from the tribe.”

    I groaned at the thought, and with the thought came a flood of my juice as his powerful hands succeeded in pushing me over the edge. My orgasm caught me unawares, covering my face, chest and stomach with thick cream. The pleasure seemed almost painful as I arched my head back against his shoulder, uttering great sobs of relief with each involuntary spurt. His hand continued to pump my swollen shaft until finally I collapsed against him, totally spent, sucking in great mouthfuls of humid air as I attempted to recover from the exhausting climax.

    His own cock suddenly appeared between my legs, rising up like a totem, sliding along my perineum, massaging my fleshy ball-sack, looking desperately for relief. I tightened my thighs around it, felt his slippery hardness rubbing against my skin. His breathing had become rapid, his hands slid across my body and chest, looking for purchase, grabbing my pectorals, squeezing the discs of my nipples. He was close, so close as I crossed my legs as tightly as possible, holding his engorged member in a vice-like grip as he pumped with an intense desperation. Suddenly his whole body stiffened, the entire jungle seemed to pause for breath, expectant, silent, and then a shudder as a fountain of thick drops rained down on us, a shower of jewels from a forest god. Finally a long, low endless sigh into my ear as his flow faded away, his hot breath filling me with a sense of security and contentment that I had scarce ever felt before. The jungle came awake again as if it could feel his body relax, a chorus of low grunts and stifled roars from the trees around us signalling approval from his tribal brothers and sisters. He held me tight, not a word spoken, and we slept in perfect peace.

    Next morning, as good as his word, the tribe were all over us, smelling our soiled bodies, grunting, roaring and beating their mighty chests in seeming approbation and joy. Tarzan left me with them, knowing now that I would be quite safe, and went off in search of food. I couldn’t remember when we had last eaten, the terrors and joys of the last 24 hours banishing all such thoughts from my mind and body.

    When he returned he bore with him a freshly killed stag thrown over his shoulder for the tribe, and a hoard of berries and nuts for me, guessing that warm raw flesh may not be my first choice for a breakfast repast. I wolfed them down deliriously, suddenly aware of my great hunger, and watched as Tarzan joined his tribe in ripping apart the still warm body of the deer and devouring it as if it were the finest meal from the finest restaurant in Paris. I was aghast and fascinated. Who was this creature, chest and mouth covered in gore, whose arms I had nestled in just hours before, whose seed I was still covered in, whose presence made me feel as safe and secure as if I was in my own family home ? And who was I, what had I become?

    I had little enough time to ponder these questions, for as soon as the meal was done things were afoot and the tribe took to the trees and disappeared from sight almost before I was aware that movement was occurring, their roars and bellows gradually swallowed by the all-enveloping jungle. Tarzan explained to me that he had commanded the apes return to their homeland, fearful that their presence so close to the borderlands would reveal their existence. They were the stuff of legend outside the jungle, most people believing them to be creatures of Mr Burroughs’s vivid imagination, and their lord was keen for that perception to be maintained. He had promised that he would track and deal with the offending hunter, and that promise was all the tribe had needed to absolve them of their own responsibility in the matter. They were gone, and I was strangely sorry to be without their company.

    I must confess that by this time we were both starting to look more of the jungle than the city; indeed, I doubt that any of our acquaintances back in civilisation would have recognised either one of us. My friend however had assumed a truly fearsome and savage appearance. He had always worn his hair long but it was now down to his shoulders and utterly untended, a flowing mass of dark Medusa-like tendrils framing his powerful face, casting his features into constantly shifting shadows that only increased the sense of brooding power that was a hallmark of his appearance. His jaw was covered in the red gore of his recent repast, jagged trails of fresh blood running down his chest like some hideous tattoo, his arms and legs smeared with the green and brown of foliage and dirt that clung to him as if he was made of the same stuff as the brooding, living jungle. He was transformed and magnificent.

    “Tom, we have work to do.” The statement was simple and clear, and I knew that the work would be dangerous and deadly. “You must follow me as best you can, but if you fall behind take to the trees and stay up high.  Your spoor is part of me now, I will find you once this business is done. Listen for my call, follow it if you can.” His blood was up, his penis as hard as I had yet seen it, engorged with the fury of the moment, the skin pulled back tight and taut.

    And then he was off. I raced after him in hot pursuit, desperate to remain as close as possible for as long as possible. I could hear him just ahead of me as he thundered through thickets and seemingly impenetrable walls of foliage, an almost constant low snarling and muted roar accompanying his progress, more animal now than man.

    My penis was hard as well, almost painful, and yet again I wondered what had become of me as I dogged his trail, afraid of what would lie at its end but desperate to be there with him no matter what, the sense of excitement and fear translated into a heightened state of erotic desire that I had never felt before.

    I lost him as he took to the trees, his preferred mode of travel, and I had to rest panting, naked, terrified and exhilarated in the middle of that overwhelming Eden, stripped back to my primeval self. The jungle was a symphony of bird-calls, bestial cries and the chattering of invisible beasts as I stood there overwhelmed, sucking in great mouthfuls of humid air, determined to continue. And then a call, dominating all of the others, filled the space around me. I knew that it was Tarzan somewhere ahead, just out of reach. I pulled myself together and charged on, using I know not what reserves of energy and grim determination to follow the sound. How long had I been in this place? A year? A day? An hour? It was all meaningless to me, I could barely remember my life before.

    Jane had warned me, and I had not understood. But I did now.

    Then suddenly I came upon him standing in the middle of a small clearing, growling and snarling like some grim beast, his body bent as if about to leap, his jaw thrust forward and his teeth bared in ferocious challenge to something just beyond my line of sight. I moved slightly, concealed by the trunk of a majestic tree that stood at the perimeter of the clearing, and saw the bedraggled figure of a hunter a mere ten feet from my savage friend. My stomach turned as I saw the carcass of what I took to be a chimpanzee at his feet, the body pierced by a short steel arrow, head, hands and heart removed. Three small baby chimps were collared and tied to a nearby tree, whimpering for their mother lying before them horribly mutilated. I could feel Tarzan’s fury like some physical force radiating out from his coiled body, and I knew that death was in the air. 

    The hunter raised his bow and arrow and aimed it with absolute confidence at the figure of the wild white man, no sign of fear or panic as he faced this intruder who had dared to interrupt his grisly work. I had no doubt that the tip of the shaft had been dipped into curare, or some such deadly substance, and feared for my friend who faced him with naught but his naked outrage.

    The arrow left its bow like a lightning bolt and I could see no escape for my companion, my heart pounding in my breast as I watched the tragic scene unfold. And then the most amazing thing I had yet seen. In the blinking of an eye, without any discernible movement or even preparation for movement, Tarzan’s arm snapped up and caught the arrow, plucking it mid-flight a mere inch from his body.

    The hunter, expecting the shot to fell its victim, was entirely unprepared for such magic and lurched ruinously for the rifle he had propped up against a nearby tree, but death was upon him. Tarzan, on catching the shaft was already in motion, bearing down on the distraught figure, arrow brandished and turned on its owner. He ploughed into the terrified man like a runaway train, plunging the tip of the arrow into the neck of his victim as he was knocked back, as if by a blast. In one fluid motion he picked up the fallen hunter by one of his ankles and swung him like a sack of feathers over his head, slamming him into the trunk of the nearest tree. A sickening crunch as every bone in his frame shattered with the impact, and the body fell ruined and twisted to the base of the trunk, twitching horribly as life seeped from every pore.

    I admit that the scene both fascinated and appalled me, and I lost the contents of my stomach as I forced myself to look away from the terrible vision. A roar, primeval and despairing drew my eyes back to the grisly stage, and I saw the Ape Man kneeling over the mutilated body of the chimp, sobbing uncontrollably, the three young ones huddled together at the base of the trunk, blinking upon the terrifying scenario being played out before their innocent eyes. I knew that Tarzan’s mind was back in the days of his youth, re-living in horrible clarity the death of his own ape-mother Kala by the hand of a young warrior out to prove his manhood. He had avenged that death as he had now avenged this one, but the legacy of meaningless tragedy was the same.

    We buried the chimp mother with a solemnity I found deeply affecting, strange as it might have appeared to prying eyes. The three young ones would return with us to the compound and be raised as pets, their chances alone in the jungle practically non-existent. As for the body of the hunter, Tarzan would not have me move it, preferring instead to let the jungle devour it. It was only with the most heartfelt pleading that I convinced him not to hack off the hands and head as a grim warning to any other fool with thoughts of trophy hunting in his domain.  

    Untying the young ones from their bonds I looked on as Tarzan communicated with them as best he could in the language of the apes, their youth and innocence making his task no easy thing. They climbed all over him, screeching into his ears and pawing at his bare flesh, transferring all of their affection and needs onto his broad shoulders. I looked on with tears in my eyes as I saw this savage man transformed into a the most loving and patient guardian, and when he directed them over to me I took them into my arms as if they were my own children, overwhelmed by their trust and his care. 

    Covered in blood, mud, gore, sweat, shit, cum and all of the detritus of the seething jungle, we stood there naked gazing at each other, our cocks telling the tale of our friendship and passion, his eyes blazing with a myriad conflicting emotions. Principally however I saw his desire and need, mirroring my own, our shared experiences manifesting themselves in a towering sexual urge that needed to be satisfied.

    Grabbing my hand and gathering up our new wards, he dragged me away from the bloody spot and led me along a barely discernible trail until we at last came upon a small clearing adjacent to a gently meandering stream. Here he set down the three chimps and growling something indecipherable into their ears I was amazed to see them curl up in each others arms and within seconds fall into a deep, cosseting sleep. Then, turning his full attention upon me I could see that our time had at last come, and I trembled with anticipation and fear.

    Wordlessly he came upon me, placing his hands upon my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in front of his commanding member, his foreskin pulled back from the purple bloated knob, his piss slit leaking a steady stream of precum, a glistening trail meandering down the underside of his mighty shaft.

    I didn’t think twice, my senses reeling from his acrid, erotic stench. Leaning forward I buried my face in his fetid groin, inhaling all of the musky, loamy smells of our time in the jungle. He groaned as my lips encircled the tip of his head, my eager tongue catching the salty juice as it flowed from his wide open slit. He thrust himself forward and I almost gagged as his shaft found the back of my throat, my mouth filled with the taste of his of sweat and piss and cum. I took hold of his cock as I sucked, pulling his foreskin forward, sliding my greedy tongue under the slippery sheath, covering every inch of his tool with saliva and desire.

    So savage had I become in such a short space of time that I gave no thought to my filthy state as he drew his penis from my hungry mouth and knelt down in front of me, pushing me back onto the soft grass, raising my legs onto his shoulders and gazing intently at my most private space, entirely his for the taking.

    “Tom, I will try not to hurt you too much, but I must have you here, now.” The moment we had both anticipated was upon us and I groaned in pleasure as he bent down and spat onto my tight opening, preparing me as best he could for the challenge that lay ahead.

    And then he was upon me, and inside me. I had no time to worry about preparing myself as his solid rod pushed against my anus and opened it up, forcing my ring wide to gain admittance, the shock eliciting a loud gasp from me as I felt myself impaled on his pole. He was purring now, like some beautiful beast of prey, moving himself in and out of my passage, each thrust ploughing deeper into my body, his pendulous balls slapping rhythmically against me, the sound of flesh on flesh reverberating around the clearing.

    I was transfixed watching him, his head thrown back, his face only vaguely discernible through the tangle of hair that moved and swayed with every shudder of his body. The jungle had electrified him the moment he had stepped back into it, every fibre, every nerve ending alive to its savage beauty. It was no wonder that Mr Burroughs had chosen to leave out this aspect of his hero’s life, and I wondered just how much he had seen or experienced himself during his investigations.

    But for now all I wanted was to please my lord and master, for that was how I saw him. I could feel his thick tool deep within me and I clenched my sphincter muscles as tight as possible in order to keep him there, gripping his throbbing penis, increasing his pleasure, ensuring that when the time came I would be able to drain every single drop from him, keeping at least some of his essence within me.

    His purring had altered to a series of low growls now, each thrust into my punished hole eliciting a gasp from me and a grunt from him. My legs were wrapped around his taut, muscular body which was positioned parallel to mine, his hands embedded in the soil on either side of my head, his face a mere inch from my own, his matted hair covering my eyes and falling into my open mouth. My passage was on fire, electric and flooded with sensations as he kept his hard pole deep within me, his luxuriant bush caressing my butt cheeks, no longer withdrawing and plunging into me but almost stationary inside, the merest pulse of his thick member bringing him closer and closer to the climax we both craved.

    Suddenly his lips clamped onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth, his breath heavy and erotic, and I felt an explosion of hot fluid deep within me as a muffled roar swelled up from his depths and burst into my throat. My own cock spasmed and flooded my stomach and chest, his proximity and heat all that was needed to take me over the edge with him. His massive cock jerked again and again deep within, filling me with warmth and pent up desire. I arched my back, desperate to press my jerking penis against his hard flesh, feel his skin against mine, cover him with my seed as he was flooding me with his.

    A low, purring moan resonated throughout his body as he released wave after wave of hot fluid into me until finally his lips unclamped from mine and he reared up and emitted an open-mouthed cry, a mixture of pleasure and something more savage, primeval, almost victorious, as if he were exulting over the body of a vanquished foe. It terrified me and made me desire him even more.

    When it was finally over he lay on top of me, a dead-weight, for what seemed like hours. I could have held him there forever. It was finally the noise of our new wards awakening that roused him from his torpor. He brushed his lips against mine and smiled as he unstuck himself from me, our dried cum and sweat sealing us together in our embrace. Moving to raise himself I felt his spent penis slip easily from my hole, a warm wetness flooding my nether regions as the surfeit of his seed flowed out of me. He looked down and smiled at the mess, the master surveying the wreckage of his passion, and we both laughed as he held out his hand and helped me to my unsteady feet.

    “We must bathe Tom, before we return to the niceties of civilisation.”

    He led me to the stream and we regretfully washed ourselves clean of each other, and of the jungle that had so overtaken us. By the time we regained the grassy banks I knew that something had changed, despite our nakedness. He disappeared back down the trail and returned shortly with the rucksack in hand, full of the clothes that I now viewed with distaste and abhorrence. His own manner was friendly but formal, befitting an English Lord, and I knew that it was over.

    Gathering up the three chattering chimps we headed back to the river to await the coming of the next steamer, silent in the newfound distance that had descended upon us. I gazed at him when I could, entranced and saddened by what had been and what we now needed to forget. What was he thinking? Not a clue on that handsome face, not a moment of that physical intimacy that had just occurred and which might just as easily have been a dream. I despaired and fell into a massive funk, almost wishing that I had never followed him into this sweltering, invasive place.

    A horn blast further upstream, the ponderous lugger was approaching like the shutting of a door. I almost laughed when I thought about the vision we must present, the proud parents of three hairy children waiting for the next bus to Piccadilly Circus. There it was rounding the bend, belching steam from its single funnel, bearing down on us, intent on stealing us away from this remarkable Eden.

    And then it happened. As the careworn vessel bumped against the rickety landing jetty he leant into me, his mouth pressed against my ear, and he blew a long, deep sighing breath inside me, like some intoxicating zephyr.

    “You are Tarzan’s mate now Tom, and one of his tribe. Never forget.”

    I had no words to utter, but the look on my face was enough to communicate the great relief and joy which surged through me, and I could swear, at that precise moment, that I heard from a great distance and within that heaving mass of jungle the sound of mighty roars, as if from the throats of great apes.

    The End

  • Join In

    Midnight. I’d pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. I’d been in and out since the early part of the afternoon. It was one of those days: I was off from work. I was bored as fuck, and I just couldn’t get enough of those big fleshy pipes bursting their sweet-sour cream up my ass! I perused my favorite app on the hunt for a top that wasn’t thousands of miles away. I was on the receiving end of a huge deposit by three. I needed another seeding by five and I got greedy again around eight. And about forty-five minutes earlier, I’d just made some old geezer’s night. I’d planned to sneak in and take a shower before bed.

    I got in and closed the door behind me and veered off towards my bedroom when something stopped me dead in my tracks. Pass the dark kitchen and living room was the ring of light around my uncle’s bedroom door. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Wrong! The door was slightly ajar. For anybody else, this wouldn’t have been a big deal. Brushed off as forgetfulness. For a night hermit like my uncle Leo who always kept it shut and locked, to keep a certain couch-surfing bum out, it surely was a big deal.

    I could’ve gone on and taken my shower, nevertheless. That was the plan, seeing that the light was still on. But I thought I saw the silhouette of a man that was not my uncle pass over the light out of the corner of my eye. I went to investigate. Step by careful step, I tried to talk myself out of the worst-case scenarios. And just when I was kicking myself for not grabbing a knife on my pass by the kitchen, my jaw dropped. There was my uncle sitting on his shins at the end of the bed with this head buried between his legs while this smooth naked man piston-fucked this comatose body.

    I got to the door just in time for the naked top to growl out his load. The Angry Growler quickly pulled off the guy after a job well done and this balding guy in a shirt, a jock, and hot pink socks began to ride the passed-out bottom.

    Without realizing it, I was stroking my dick. It didn’t matter I came four times already that day. There was porn. And then there was live porn. I was so horny again I didn’t care which positioned I played as long as I played a part in it. And the colorful-socked Jockey had me itching to be him in that ass or be under him.

    I was going to introduce myself into the scene when my blood ran cold at the sight of the bottom.

    “Dad?!”

    Uncle Leo looked up. Instead of being horrified or shocked to find me standing there, he beamed like a light showing all his spacious teeth. He beckoned me into to the room where this stranger was on top of my dad without missing a beat.

    “Well, Billy, I can honestly say I’ve done a damn good job of keeping this from you for months now!” was Uncle Leo’s best line of defense with arms akimbo. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag. I take the rent out of this old man’s drunken, unemployed ass, and these guys gift me a little donation to get their jollies off in him, too.”

    “$200 isn’t a little donation to share the same piece of roundabout with my buddies, Leo.” The Angry Growler spat toying with his spent cock.

    “No one’s stopping you from spending $250 for a whore and pray you don’t get arrested if your bastard-ass is too cheap to spring for a room. I think I offer a steal of a deal to you guys. Where can you plop down $200 a pop to pop your cork in a piece of ass as many times as you want from 10pm until sunrise in the privacy of my bedroom? A bedroom I have to clean up after you’ve bastards prove time and time again not to respect.”  Uncle Leo said to Angry Growler, who twitched begrudgingly to the checkmate.

    “For what it’s worth, Billy,” Uncle Leo turned his attention to me. His knees bracing my dad’s shoulders as the Jockey continued to ride hard. “I’ve been in your shoes. It wasn’t your granddad, of course. He didn’t play that shit. It was Mom’s brother Lou catching the lick and they were much wilder with him than these old farts!”

    The guys he was talking passed looked back at me. Even the Jockey, still going strong, with a quick glance over his shoulder to acknowledge my presence. Each of the men in the room looked to be around the same age, late forties or so, each with the same beefy build and average height. As the Jockey quickly looked back again, this time with an apology for ravishing my dad pierced in his eyes, the other two men’s eyes were obviously greedy with lust and not for the piece of ass lying in the bed.  

    I wasn’t really sure what my next move was. Three more cocks, four, including Uncle Leo, for a total of eight different cocks in one day. Although the numbers would’ve been a record breaker for me by two (on the high end), it isn’t like taking a pounds of cock don’t leave a sore ass. Though that was a concern, it wasn’t a worry. As I was sure that if they’d been fucking the drunken man since ten both Dad and I were working with the same loose hole.

    “Hey Leo,” the third guy mouthed.  “I think you got another sick bastard here.”

    I wasn’t sure why this guy said this until I saw them staring at my crotch. My hand hadn’t moved an inch since I found them all in the room and my cock was at full attention despite it being my dad getting fucked.

    “You can join in if you want. I’ve fucked this sorry piece of drunken ass plenty of times.” Uncle Leo slapped the ass below him. “Not like I got a son to pass the tradition off to.”

    The Jockey stiffened without much fanfare on top of my dad. And after a few finishing pumps he was off.

    The room applauded when I climbed atop the bed naked and shoved my cock into my dad’s used cummy hole. Uncle Leo pulled up his shirt and I was fucking my dad’s ass and sucking my uncle’s cock.

    Our family reunion was brief before it was joined by an outsider palming my ass with hefty rubs and hard slaps as I fucked, encouraging me to gyrate my sweet ass for their entertainment. I did. They went wild! Then, as I vigorously sucked cock and fucked, the man slid his thumb over my hole. It easily inserted. He thumbed it some more before his fingers dug deep into me with equal ease.

    “Ain’t this something!” said the third guy behind me.

    “What?” asked Uncle Leo.

    “This little bugger has already been loaded up! More than a couple of cocks already for sure.”

    Uncle Leo pulled me off his cock. His eyes were questioning while he had me by the hair. My own little secret, too, was out of the bag. He hawked a loogie between my eyes and then again with aim at my mouth, that was mostly caught by the tip of my nose and upper lip. He called me a fucking slut and continued to fuck my throat.

    The third guy dug in with his face at the revelation. Tonguing my hole, inside and out, tasting the flavors of four different depositors that day.

    He ate me out for what felt like forever. I know this because my jaw got sore from deep throating, and even for the day I had, I was too skilled of a cocksucker for that to have happened so easily.

    I was so open and loose I didn’t even know the guy was on top of me fucking until I felt his cum-stained, cigar-charred breath roll over my ear as I noticed my cock slid up and down the loose hole beneath me.

    He rode me to oblivion. My well-stretched hole slowly working its way back to an acceptable grip, recruiting every fiber of muscle for one more cock to milk.  

    My hole seemed to come together enveloping this man riding it just as he was about to cum.

    It didn’t make sense for a man that had probably fucked my father more than once already to still have about a gallon to unload into his son.

    His follow-up was so eager to use the cum as lube for him, that after a few pumps, I shot off in my dad. I didn’t even know that I was so close to coming. Even after I shot my cock stayed hard even after this guy and the next unloaded in me.

    Uncle Leo sprayed my tonsils sometime after I came. He had me to lick him clean and get him hard again.

    After the third guy finished, Uncle Leo climbed off the bed and ordered The Jockey to replace him at his post. It didn’t seem necessary to explain, seeing that the way they fucked me and my dad, if there were no buffer that my dad’s head was going to hit the wall. But it had to be clearly spelled out.

    In hindsight, I can see The Jockey’s resistance being less about lack of common sense and more from him being spent and tired.

    I felt the head of Uncle Leo’s cock at my back door and with one good push, he was inside of me like all the others. He fucked my mouth like he fucked my ass, and surprisingly, I was hard again in my father starting to shake and move from his drunken stupor.

    “Pin him down.” Uncle Leo ordered.

    I slapped The Jockey on his thigh to wave him off so I could better pin my dad by his shoulders. I found the courage that if I was hard and this was the last cock I was going to take tonight, it was damn sure going to be a family affair!

    Uncle Leo fucked me for me to fuck dad, threatening that of all the loads I took that night I was going to remember his best. I was so turned on and so heated that by the time his cock nicked my prostate, I exploded in my dad like I felt like the first guy exploded in me.

    Uncle Leo didn’t give a shit about me whining or going limp underneath him. He kept fucking and fucking, in these deep long strokes that made the rest of the seven men that fuck me that day feel useless.

    He nailed me even harder and came.

    After being loaded seven times before then with the last three in rapid succession, it was hard to gage his volume, but with him being the most memorable fuck and my uncle, I can only imagine it was immeasurable with the slick loud pop that came after he yanked his cock out of me.

    Uncle Leo spat. “If you weren’t such a slut, I’d say I done a great job of wrecking that hole! But I guess that’s expected being your dad’s son.”

    I laid on top of my dad exhausted as he began to stir enough just to groan and fall right back to sleep. The men admired the view before putting on their clothes, leaving my dad and I to be as Uncle Leo walked them to the door.

     The lights went out over our head. Uncle Leo circled back around to turn them off before pulling up the door. He said something about not wanting to clean up tonight and he was going to sleep in my bed since I was in no position to get up.

    I was too tired to fight the excuse. I was glad I did when I came to the next morning. My sleeping cock was choked by this wet chute. I guess it has the same effect as a hand in warm water while sleeping because I was halfway done with pissing before I knew I was pissing in my dad. It was no need to stop, I reckoned at the silly thought of pulling out and finishing up in the bathroom.

    While I was tempted to leave the sheets with its cum and piss for Uncle Leo to clean up, I decided that I owed him this favor for the extra cocks he provided last night. Even at the backbreaking expense of carrying my inebriated father to the bathtub to wash off the night. None the wiser that two of his blood relatives and a few paying strangers made good use of his sloppy hole. Something my uncle and his friends had been getting away with for a while now, as my dad naturally presumed that he got so drunk the night before that he took off his clothes for a shower, but never turned it on. But always coming to with a sore sweaty ass.

    I’m glad I did. I was about to throw everything in the dryer when I saw the hundred-dollar bill sat up in the back of the drum. When I went to reach for it, it had seven of its cousins with it.

    The note left on the counter explained the money and the new arrangement going forward. He said I was too much of a slut to try to contain with his friends, like my dad. But from that day forward he was covering all the rent and he was taking my portion of it out on my ass!


    Author’s Note: This story was heavily inspired by a short story called “See Dad Get Fucked” by GayCumSlut. Like many writers, many of my story ideas are drawn from fantasy and reality across the spectrum. For years now, I’ve been sitting on this hot eleven-minute clip where these beefy rugby fans run a train on an anonymous bottom. I couldn’t quite build the backstory leading up to this gangbang while keeping it decently short like the clip. Thanks to reading the forementioned story over into the night, rewatching the clip, and some dark creative finagling in an ongoing state of drowsiness, I came up with this story from idea to page in less than four hours. I hope you enjoy!

  • Big Cock Members Only

    When Henry visited his uncle Damian, he spent hours in the library, flipping through mystery novels and, as he grew older, glancing at pictures of bodybuilders in magazines like Iron Man and Muscle Sculpture. He was intrigued by the locked door of a dark cabinet. For his 18th birthday, Henry received a key to that door, and holy fuck! he discovered the hottest friend of his life: Tom of Finland. Uncle Damian had a collection of vintage albums, magazines, pocket books and framed pictures that gave Henry an immediate hard-on.

    Many of you know who is Tom of Finland, but for others, here is a brief note on one of the most recognized gay virtuosi. Born Touko Valio Laaksonen (May 8th, 1920 – November 7th, 1991), this Finnish artist created extremely masculinized homoerotic works, and influenced late 20th-century gay culture. Known by his pseudonym Tom of Finland, he produced some 3,500 illustrations over the course of four decades, mostly featuring men with exaggerated primary and secondary sex traits. His drawings and paintings show very handsome guys with impossibly huge cocks and damn fuckable buttocks.

    At uncle Damian’s death, Henry inherited the entire library content. He kept the dark cabinet content for himself, and donated the rest to a public library. Henry struggled through university and finally got a master’s degree in business administration. On the campus, he attended a few meetings of the LGBT group and met a professor dressed in leather gear, sporting a huge pouch. It reminded him of pics in many of the vintage Tom of Finland albums. He invited him for a beer, and ended up drinking man juice. When professor Günter stretched out his legs in German knee-high pure leather riding boots ($1,000 US each), and picked up the Tom of Finland XXL album (666 pages, over 1,000 images, texts in English, French and German), Henry could not resist licking the shiny black leather and polishing it with his creamy jizz.

    “As a young business man, you should open a Tom of Finland private club, said Günter; I could gather a host of men eager for sexual pleasures in a super manly environment.”

    “We could have a leather section, a saloon-type bar, a uniform hub, a sling with a grease dispenser…”

    “You’ve got the idea, Henry. I can help you select illustrations from this album and have them enlarged life-size to line the walls. A great way to invite customers to indulge their most kinky fantasies.”

    On that note, Henry gets busy finding a discreet location in the outskirt of the city. He chooses a warehouse with a big 69 on the door. Priapus, the Greek god protector of male genitalia, is obviously on his side. The address is 69 Industry Road and 69 will be the outside name of the club. Once members will enter, a TOM OF FINLAND CLUB sign will greet them in bold black letters with a red Big Cock Members Only subtitle. To get a membership card, a man has to past a measurement test. Wearing a Nazi uniform and boots, Henry’s secretary orders the prospect to drop his pants. He caresses the virile appendix, like a soldier holding a bazooka, and Henry steps in to grab the gun and pump it. Once the rod is fully blown, the secretary uses his measuring tape to register the length and the girth. The passing threshold is 13 inches (33 cm) long and 4 inches (10 cm) in circumference. Cut members get a silver card (one free drink), and anyone over 15 x 5 inches receives a golden card (no cover charge).

    There are always two or three men dressed has a policeman. And always some dude ready to beg for attention: “Arrest me, insert your baton to stretch my hole before shoving your monster dick in my hungry ass.” The policeman first does a body cavity search, as if he was looking for illegal drugs, money, jewelry or weapons. Mouth, penis and anus holes are combed through. As the owner, Henry doesn’t have to follow measurement requirements; his cock is rather medium size but his peachy ass stands out in a fucking hot way. He likes to display it in tight faded blue jeans, and have a policeman administer a spanking in front of all club members. Feeling a hand clad in leather banging his butt drives him crazy.

    With each blow, the policeman’s cock hardens, and his libido goes up a notch. He handcuffs Henry to a steel bar, pulls down the tight jeans, and tongue-twists his way inside the shit hole to reach the yummiest rosebud. His saliva does not sufficiently lubricate the asshole, so he dips his police baton in Crisco and slides his weapon as far as possible. The stage is set for his 13.5-inch rod to pound Henry, to show him who’s the boss now. With each thrust, the sap rises, boils, and prepares to flood Henry’s fuck chute. The explosion of jizz is so powerful that the white gold drips down the buttocks of the boss. Hungry tongues flock to lick up the precious nectar.

    Meanwhile, bodybuilders Evan and Ryan compare their prized muscles in front of mirror wall. The identical twin brothers lavishly show off their pumped biceps and their cantaloupe pecs, caressing and licking each others’ iron muscles. Encouraged by horny members, they kiss passionately while frotting their cock bulges in a mesh g-string. You can see that they both have a Prince Albert piercing, a horseshoe shape barbell inserted through the pee hole and out of the underside behind the head or mushroom. Henry’s secretary cheated when he registered the cock measurements of the twin bodybuilders. Evan and Ryan are far under the 13 x 4 inches threshold, but they compensate with the size of their pumpkin ass. The two identical hemispheres are simply divine!

    A lumberjack and a construction guy join the twins for a hot illustration of what Tom of Finland would have drawn. The lumberjack sports a monster cock wrapped in tight jeans and highlighted by wader hip boots. The construction guy displays a tool belt but none of the instruments compare to the size of his screwdriver dick. While Evan sucks Ryan’s joystick, inflating it like a pneumatic toy, the lumberjack and the construction guy simultaneously knead Evan’s butt cheeks and take turn in sliding their stiff rod in the crack, triggering moans of pleasure at each cock slap. They smear the shit hole with a K-Y jelly and both enter their meat thermometer for a bareback double-fuck. Evans prefers this treatment to fist-fucking because the power, the energy, and the drive originate from a sexual rather than a manual organ.

    Henry’s secretary sticks around, hoping to reap a few drops of sperm to shine his Nazi boots. The policeman has a better plan. Once Evan’s fuck chute has been double-flooded, he positions himself to felch ropes of white gold. Ryan also wants his pumpkin ass worshipped and treated in a way that Tom of Finland would have scripted. The construction guy and the lumberjack are thrilled to perform again their double hard and deep ass digging. This time, when Ryan finishes to pump Evan’s man juice, Henry’s secretary collects some of the white gold and parades in his German boots that have never shined so brightly. The twin bodybuilders experience the most fantastic feeling, that of being sandwiched and unable to move while two men both use a begging ass for their virile pleasure.

    Every weekend, the Tom of Finland Club welcomes horny members, some dressed as a sailor, some in their biker gear. They all come to worship a huge cock, to fuck a hungry mouth and to honor a begging ass.

  • AsianMuscleGod vs Blonde Tarzan JackedStud

    All Good Things Must Cum To An End

    Happy Boxing Day!  And for those who share my kink, here’s the final chapter….

    JackedStud scooted forward to Tanner’s chin, cupped the back of his head and SMASHED his face into JS’s huge smooth balls.  He rubbed the Asian’s handsome face up and down and sideways as strings of pre-cum began dripping down from the Blonde Tarzan’s hard cock and lining AMG’s cheeks.  “That’s it Bitch!  This is what you wanted, isn’t it?  My balls dominating your face.  My jizz leaking onto it!”  The Asian Jobber was moaning now as he relived his humiliation that day in the shower stall at SUNY Geneseo.  “SUBMIT!” commanded the Blonde Behemoth, adding “CAN’T WAIT TO FUCK YOU THIS TIME!”  Tanner was totally hard now—wet spots appeared on the white fabric of his tight white Speedos.   He was almost ready to submit but, barely intelligible, he managed to grunt out “Never!”

    The Blonde Tarzan smirked and slid back onto Tanner’s mid-torso before beginning a barrage of punches into his 54” smooth pecs.  POW!  “UGH!”  POW!  “UGH!”  POW!  “UGH!” POW!  “UGH!” POW!  “UGH!”  Then JackedStud formed claws with both of his large hands and DUG them onto AMG’s big brown nipples.  “AAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” screamed the AsianMuscleBitch. After tormenting Wu for several seconds, JS finally released his talons and rose to his feet.  He yanked his red Speedos down his legs as his hard 10” cock bounced and dripped more pre-cum, this time on Tanner’s washboard abs.  Then leaning down, JackedStud grabbed the waistband of Wu’s skimp white Speedos and peeled them off.  AMG’s stiff 8” uncut cock sprung upwards onto his abs above his trimmed black pubes.  The head of his cock protruded well beyond his foreskin.

    The Blonde Giant reached down and grabbed Tanner’s black hair in one hand and his smooth balls in the other.  He forced the Asian challenger to his feet then dragged him by his hair and balls to the corner where a beaming Daddy Dom stood outside on the apron.  Sal had pulled down his gray sweatpants and was stroking his very hard 9” cut cock.  Nothing aroused the Daddy more than seeing a would-be Alpha destroyed.  Jack winked at Sal but wasted no time scooping up Wu’s 6’4” 250lbs muscled body and spreading it diagonally across the top ropes on each side of the ring post.  Before AMG could move, the Blonde Stud raised both arms then SLAMMED his fists down on Tanner’s solar plexus in a powerful DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!  BAM!!!  “OOOHHHFFFF!” The blow caused AMG’s body to fold like an accordion and Wu crumpled onto the mat in the corner.  

    Tanner was gasping for air as JackedStud grabbed his black hair again and dragged the Asian Jobber towards center ring.  He took a leap forward and BULLDOGGED Wu’s face into canvas.  SPLAT!  AS the ring shook, AMG flopped onto his back and quivered from the after shocks of the violent maneuver.  His uncut cock was still hard.  The Blonde Behemoth shouted to the promoter Dandy Dawson “TAKING THIS BITCH OUT!  TELL VINNY I’M COMING FOR HIM AND HIS TITLE.”  With that, he wrapped his 35” quads around the Asian Jobber’s neck and applied a FIGURE FOUR NECK LOCK squeezing his huge pythons and constricting AMG’s air pathway.  The Chinese wrestler’s face turned a darker color as he tried to breathe.  His arms flailed.  He began to feel dizzy and his eyes searched his corner for Master Han.  But his Coach and Mentor was not there.  “HAN CUT AND RAN, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” yelled JS seeing the surprised look on his prey’s face.  With his free right hand, the Blonde Tarzan jerked his fat 10” cock just above Wu’s head.

    Sal was loving every minute of the beat down and waited now for the AsianMuscleBitch to succumb to JackedStud.  He continued to stroke his thick Daddy cock now lubed by his own pre-cum as he watched the undeniably handsome Wu Teng struggle for air and slowly fade.  The Daddy Dom stepped between the top and middle ropes to approach the wrestlers at mid-ring.  Just one step into the ring, he felt his wrists being yanked backwards and handcuffs being locked around them and then to the top ropes on both sides of the ring post.  “WHAT THE FUCK?” hollered the Daddy Dom as he looked behind him to see Master Han with a devilish grin and OH FUCK a black whip.  “No Holds Barred, Mr. Daddy Dom Sal,” said Han Junhon, as he cracked the whip once.  SNAP!  “MOTHER FUCKER!” shouted the belligerent and restrained Daddy.

    JackedStud heard the commotion behind him and, while still applying the neck lock, turned only to feel Master Han’s whip rip twice into his muscled upper back. SNAP!  WHAP!  SNAP!  WHAP!  “AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!” cried out the Blonde Behemoth as his broad muscled back lit up in pain.  JS’s quads released AMG’s neck and he rolled around on the mat trying to evade further strikes of Han’s whip.  “Thank you, Master Han,” said the AsianMuscleGod as his air supply returned, adding “Now that Mr. Daddy Dom Sal is indisposed, I will finish off this Blonde Bitch.”

    The Asian Muscle Stud rose to his feet and went to JackedStud.  He grabbed the long golden hair of the naked Blonde Bodybuilder and yanked his head up and between AMG’s 34” quads.  Wu wrapped his thick arms around JS’s abs and lower back and HAULED his huge body upside down.  Dandy Dawson and Daddy Dom Sal both winced as they knew what this massive show of strength meant.  With a broad grin now, AMG dropped to his ass and SLAMMED JackedStud’s head into the mat in a brutal PILEDRIVER!  THUD!!!”  The Blonde Tarzan’s body convulsed on the canvass.  JS wasn’t sure where he was or what was happening to him.  “Master Han,” Tanner asked as he stood and felt his hard uncut 8” cock, “Doesn’t Mr. Taylor deserve another?”  Standing by the nearby ropes, Han smiled and nodded.  The AsianMuscleGod did a double bi flex, showing off his 23” ceps and black armpit hair, then reached down and grasped JS’s blonde mane once more.  This time he yanked Jack’s body up to face his own before wrapping his arms around JS’s midsection.  He squeezed, lifted and turned the Blonde Giant upside down again, feeling his cock and sweaty balls press into JS’s nose and mouth.  AMG’s head rose above Jack’s round ass cheeks.  Then he dropped once more onto his butt and PLOWED JS’s head into the canvass.  THUD!!!”

    The ring shook violently and JackedStud flopped around the mat, a would-be Alpha in a heap of trouble.  Sal strained in the corner but realized he was going no where.  His 9” cut cock was still exposed and bolt upright as he took in the scene.  The AsianMuscleGod got up and stood over JackedStud who had ended up on his back.  With glassy eyes, JS stared upwards at Master Wu.  His groggy vision could see the Chinese wrestler’s wide back tapering to a 32” waist and his 8” uncut cock jutting outward.  He felt warm drops of Wu’s pre-cum hit his face.  

    Tanner now struck a double bi flex over Jack whose own huge manhood reflexively twitched on his abs.  “WHO AM I?” demanded AMG.  “What?” mumbled JS as he gazed upwards still not sure what had happened to him.  “MR. TAYLOR, I AM YOUR MASTER WU!  THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!  SAY IT BITCH!”  “F.U.” was all that JS could groan out before he felt his blonde locks grabbed again and his body yanked upwards and twisted so he was back-to-back with AMG’s.  The Asian Stud now held one thick strand of Jack’s hair in each hand.  He said calmly “I gave you a chance to submit, Mr. Taylor.  Perhaps you need a little more, shall I say, encouragement?”  With a firm grasp of the golden mane, AMG HAULED the Blonde Behemoth’s 6’6” 250lbs body up and onto his back. 

    The Asian bent forward, stretching and contorting JS’s back on his own as his hold threatened to scalp the supposed Alpha Dog.  “AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!” screamed JackedStud as he felt the Asian Hunk parade his bodybuilder body around the ring.  His 10” cock bounced up and down and his legs kicked the air.  “I….I…GGGGGIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE!!!” shrieked the defeated Blonde Jobber.  Dandy Dawson hit the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!  But Tanner Wu didn’t drop JackedStud.  “WHO AM I, MR. TAYLOR?” he yelled.  There was no hesitation.  “YOU ARE MY MASTER WU!  YOU ARE THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!!!” sobbed the Blonde Tarzan still hung over Wu’s back by his long golden locks.  “AND WHO ARE YOU?” hollered Wu Teng as he exacted his revenge on Jack Taylor.  “I’M….I’M….I’M YOUR BLONDE BITCH!!!” cried out the humiliated former contender.

    Finally, Wu Teng let go of JackedBitch’s hair and his naked body slid off AMG’s back, falling into a heap at the AsianMuscleGod’s bare feet.  “That’s a good boy!” said Wu as he grinned down at the loser.  He kicked Jack onto his back at center ring as he instructed Han Junhon “Please restrain the Bitch!”  Master Han whipped out four black leather straps and went about tying Jack’s wrists and ankles to the four ring posts, while leaving a little slack so the Muscle Boy’s body could squirm for the cameras as he was dominated.

    “Do you have the toys we discussed, Master Han?” asked AMG.  “Yes, Wu Teng,” answered his Coach with a wicked smile.  He walked back to Tanner’s corner and dug into a duffel bag.  The AsianMuscleGod stood over Jack straddling his face.  Everyone in the gym knew what AMG would do next.  He slowly bent down into a frog pose hovering above Jack’s nose and mouth before sinking his ass crack onto them.  The Blonde Slut’s 55” pecs heaved and legs writhed as his face was smothered by AMG’s smooth cheeks and crack.  “Please your Master!” Wu ordered, and JS began to tongue AMG’s crack and pucker.  He licked in circles around the smooth hole before pressing his tongue into the opening and almost past Tanner ‘s outer ring.  “Yes…yes…that’s it Bitch,” moaned Master Wu in pleasure as he felt JS totally submit to a true Alpha God.

    Master Han reappeared now dressed only in his tight black briefs.  The Coach was leanly muscled with a 48” chest and 32” waist.  His abs were well defined.  Han’s bulge was already pronounced with his 7” uncut cock straining to be released.  He carried a vibrating cock ring and what appeared to be a large dildo.  “Shall I attach the cock ring to this slutty whore’s root and balls?” he asked AMG.  “Yes Master Han,” came the Asian Hunk’s reply as he felt shivers throughout his body from Jack’s submissive rimming.  Han knelt next to the Blonde Tarzan’s body and slid the ring over his hard 10” cock and around his huge smooth balls.  Once the ring cock was in place, Master Han pressed the button on the ring and it began vibrating “BBBBBUUUUUUZZZZZ….” “OOOOOHHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK” moaned JackedStud from underneath the AsianMuscleGod’s ass.  His big hard dick now twitched and leaked pre-cum into the crevices of his washboard abs.  

    Cuffed to the ropes,  Daddy Dom Sal took in the sight of JackedStud’s dominated muscle body as his 9” cock pulsed handsfree.  Dandy Dawson had unzipped his pants and reached inside his tight white briefs to begin stroking his 7.5” cut cock. Then the AsianMuscleGod slightly rose and slid back so his 8” cock rose above the Blonde Toy Boy’s nose and mouth.  Staring into JS’s eyes, he said “This is what you want, isn’t it, Mr. Taylor?”  Jack nodded and the AsianMuscleGod STUFFED his big thick cock into the Blonde Bitch’s mouth.  JS felt his mouth and throat impaled by Wu’s dick and his nose nudged up against black pubes.  Slowly AMG began rocking back and forth—pushing his cock deeper into Jack’s throat on the forward motion while pressing his pubes against JS’s mouth—then slightly pulling out on the backward motion enough to expose the root of Wu’s thick dick.  The ceiling camera closed in on Jack’s sex hazed eyes as he was face fucked by his Master Wu.  

    Master Han now held up the large dildo and a bottle of lube.  He squirted some lube on the toy and said “Wu Teng, the time has come time to fuck this bitch with a cock as big as his own!”  Indeed, the cock was a replica of Rocco Steele’s huge member.  AMG nodded his assent as he felt his load rising and continued his skull fucking.  Master Han positioned the 10” fat dildo at JS’s shaven hole and slowly pushed the head inside followed by the shaft.  “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK” grunted Jack around Wu’s big cock as he felt enormous pressure from the dildo.  Soon it was bumping into JS’s prostate and lighting up his nerve endings.  Those sensations along with the vibration of the cock ring had the Blonde Jobber squirming on the canvass and moaning loudly.

    Master Han peeled off his black briefs and knelt between JS’s quads still pressing the fat dildo into his stretched hole.  He lifted Jack’s legs over his shoulders and moved his hard 7” cock near the slut’s hole.  “Shall I DP this Blonde Bitch?” he asked Wu.  As the AsianMuscleGod moaned his approval, Master Han spit onto the dildo and began pressing his hard cock into Jack’s pucker and along the shaft of the lubed dildo.  Soon he was balls deep in the loser’s chute alongside the big dildo and began a rhythmic fucking of the defeated Muscle Boy.  “AUF!  AUF!  AUF!” The ceiling camera now captured both of Jack’s holes being thoroughly dominated by the Asian Duo.

    The smell of pre-cum and sweat filled the air as Master Han picked the pace of his fucking—thrusting in and out of Jack’s hole.  Suddenly Sal’s 9” cock started spewing white cum handsfree followed by a gusher of cum from Dandy Dawson’s dick.  Han and JS grunted in unison on each thrust forward until, finally, Han climaxed deep inside the Blonde Bitch’s canal.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” grunted Han in ecstasy. 

    Hearing his Coach’s release, Master Wu went into his trademark double bi flex over Jack’s face.  Seeing his Master’s flexed ceps and black armpit hair sent JS over the edge.  His huge 10” rod trembled over his abs and shot out several ropes of thick creamy cum. 

    Wu said soothingly “That’s a good boy.  Now it is time to mark you as my Bitch.”  He rose up slightly pulling his cock out of JS’s mouth and jerked it with his right hand.  JackedBitch stared up at the thick cock and said “Yes Master Wu, my AsianMuscleGod, cum all over my face!”  UH….UH…UH….UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” grunted AMG as he exploded a huge load all over Jack’s eyes and nose and into his open mouth.

    Just then the door to the ring room opened and the Champ VinnyMuscleStallion and his Coach and lover, the retired Champ BlackAlpha entered.  They froze as their eyes caught sight of the AsianMuscleGod’s complete domination of the Blonde Tarzan’s body. “Whoa!” said the Stallion as he began to realize the fate that might await him.  AMG turned to smirk at Vinny then stuffed his wet semi-hard cock back into JackedBitch’s throat.  “Soon, my pony,” the Asian Alpha said, “soon you will submit to Master Wu, the AsianMuscleGod!”

  • New Years With A Cop

    It was an ordinary New Years Eve party and I was somewhat tipsy but not completely drunk. I was gonna save the black out drunk stuff for my own house. It’s about 8:30 pm when I decided I should go ahead and go home. Only problem is I drove to this party and I obviously couldn’t drive back home cause I’m a decent human being that doesn’t drive while under the influence.

    Anyways, I go to my car I start it up whilst I call someone for a ride home. Right when I started my car I noticed the red and blue lights in my rear view window. At first I thought to myself that someone is being pulled over, never once did it cross my mind that I was the one being pulled over.

    The cop came to my window and scared the shit out of me and started asking me questions like, “Where are you going this evening?” “Have you been drinking?” You know the fun stuff. Which I answered all them honestly that yes I had been drinking and I was about to go home if I could find a ride there cause I wasn’t about to drive myself and risk a costly mistake.

    Little did I know that if you are under the influence and you even start your car you can be charged with a DUI. He tells me to step out the car and of course I’m now nervous that I’m gonna go to jail for this stupid shit. I assure him I wasn’t going to drive myself anywhere and this and that but he seems pretty stone set on what he already had planned.

    As I look at him while he is talking he looks very hot. He was Mexican with some tattoos on his arms, a shaved beard and was in pretty decent shape physically speaking. As he was talking I could have sworn I recognized him but I was tipsy and probably just horny.

    I kinda grab myself while getting hard without really knowing and he saw and didn’t really do anything so that embarrassed me a bit but then again I was a little tipsy. He grabbed himself too and the way he bit his lip made me recognize him again and this time I knew where I recognized him from and that was grindr a while back.

    While I was thinking about this I heard the magical phrase “Please put your hands behind your back.” Well that snapped me right out of any fantasy I had and back to reality. I tried pleading my case as he handcuffed me but it was no use. As he handcuffed me he did a couple things that raised some flags.

    One was I was put in the front seat of the car and two was he radioed and told his back up to back off and that he was already done and the situation was over and I was sent home. Like I said I was kinda tipsy so I thought I just imagined it in my head. When he got into the car I continued my case as to why he should let me go.

    I begged and plead my case as he drove towards the fuckin police station. I told him I’d do anything just to avoid jail especially on a DUI charge. As we got down the street from the police station he turned right instead of left towards the station. When you turned right it took you onto a highway that was really dark and at this time of night on a day like this no one would be there driving.

    We drove for another 5 minutes in complete silence. I saw maybe 2 semis driving out and about while on the road. As he was driving he took off his utility belt. I knew what was next and it made me harder then ever but also extremely nervous beings I’m doing something dodgy with an on duty police officer.

    I asked him if he had one of those body cams cause at the time I didn’t know and he told me he didn’t. But he was also seemed to be anxious. With me not wanting to go to jail and also lose out on a chance to fuck a cop I reassured him anything that happens tonight would stay with me and him and even if I were to fuck around and slip it’d be my word again his and he is an officer so majority would believe him over me anyways which seemed to calm him down.

    A few minutes later he dispatched in that he was doing speed checks at whatever marker he was at for a while. Dispatch said alright and said let them know if he needs anything. After that exchange he got out of the car and took his uniform and vest off showing me an outline of a decent looking body. He shut the door and came over to my side and unlocked my cuffs and told me to go behind the car.

    I did what he said and I sat on the ground and before I knew it his cock was pressed against my face. It was a full moon that night so we had enough light to do what we wanted to do. I was able to see his beautiful cock and his body just fine.

    As I took his cock into my mouth he started to face fuck me and pushed me into the car. He fucked me hard, his cock going in and out of my throat and at times leaving it in. I gagged and would spit up on his dick so much that I could hear it dripping down to his balls and hitting the ground.

    His balls were smacking me hard as he thrusted in and out of my throat. I put my hands on his hairy ass squeezing them as he had his way with my throat and mouth. After a few minutes of this he instructed me to get on all fours which I did happily.

    He took my pants off and without warning slammed his cock into my asshole. It hurt but it felt good the sudden rush of having a cock in my ass. The rush of us fucking while he was on duty and the fact of knowing I was living out the dreams of many was something I can’t describe. His balls slapping my taint and thighs as his dick rammed in and out of my asshole was amazing. We were able to be as loud as we want cause no one was around to hear.

    He pulled out of me and laid down on the ground and told me to 69 with him. As he took my cock in I took his in. This time it was my turn to facefuck him. That beautiful face of his being used as my fuck toy felt amazing. He knew how to suck a dick.

    His tongue swirling around the head of my dick, the way his throat seemed to have tightened up when he gaged, the way his hands felt on my ass as he smacked and fingered my asshole as he sucked me off. As I sucked his dick I could taste the precum that started to leak out as he was in my asshole.

    I pushed his dick aside and started to suck on his balls and that really made him quiver. His legs started to shake and his moans got even louder. As I continued to do that he did the same to me and he did it so good that I started to quiver myself. As we lay there a while longer sucking each other off I laid down on the ground and pulled him over ontop of me so I could fuck him.

    As he sat on me he leaned in and told me he had never been fucked before and was worried. I pulled him in and kissed him deeply right at the same time I shoved my cock balls deep into his ass. He groaned in pain and wrapped his arms around me as I fucked him.

    His asshole was tight and I could feel it grip my cock as o thrusted in and out of him. While I fucked him he had a handful of my hair and would help by bouncing up and down on my dick, you could hear my balls slap again his ass with each stroke. After all this I got the feeling that I was going to cum so I told him and immediately he jumped off and pushed my legs up on his shoulders and slammed his cock back into my asshole.

    That was the final straw for me as after that I came very hard. My own cum sprayed out so far it landed on my own face. The pleasure was almost too much. Being fucked while you cum was the best feeling ever. After only a minute of this his moans for louder and louder until I finally felt his cock pulsate his warm cum into my asshole.

    It was so much cum I could feel it gush inside my asshole. He stopped for a minute and let it all go inside me, once he thrusted a few more times I could feel the extra lubrication of his cum on my asshole. He came so much I could feel it spill out of my asshole onto my taint. He laid on top of me for a minute after while his dick was inside of me still.

    He got off and we cleaned up and he drove me home. We still talk to this very day

  • Becoming a faggot – New Beginnings

    A First for Everything


    Note:  This story contains explicit male to male sex.  If this content is illegal to access in your geography, do not continue reading.   This work is copyright by the author, commercial use is prohibited and it may not be copied, posted to any other websites, without explicit permission from the author.


    Main Characters:

    • Darren – One of the main characters and faggots, brother to Randy
    • Randy – Darren’s older brother and other main character and faggot
    • Chris – Randy’s high school friend
    • Mark – Chris’ younger brother
    • Craig – Randy’s new roommate
    • Alejandro (Alex) – Randy’s next door neighbor
    • Calvin – Randy’s new roommate, and Craig’s best friend
    • Jim – Darren’s next door neighbor
    • Sam – The soon to be step-brother of Darren and Randy
    • Steve – Craig’s younger brother

    I

    As Randy walked the path leading to the frat house, he felt the most masculine he had in months. It was a costume party on the Friday before Halloween and Chris had insisted he wear his military uniform. He felt his dog tags under his shirt, thankful that Mark had given them back after keeping them as a sign of owning Randy that past summer. Otherwise, he would have had to lie to Chris and say he’d lost them if he’d been asked why he wasn’t wearing them. Although no one would know, he had been made to wear his pink thong under his clothes which was a stark contrast with the military look otherwise.

    It had been a long week and Randy was looking forward to a night of partying with his friends. While they weren’t really his friends at home anymore, more like his masters, tonight they had pretty much been treating him like one of the guys again. When they all piled into the car, Chris and Craig up front and Randy in the back between Calvin and Alex, they all talked like Randy hadn’t just spent the day serving as their bitch. It felt strange but still nice to feel like old times with Chris. Randy pretty much stayed quiet as he listened to Chris and Alex talk about who they knew in the frat, since Calvin and Craig had just started attending the university and didn’t know too many people yet.

    As the guys talked on the drive over, Randy thought back on the past week. Chris had fully moved and Randy had been made to do most of the packing and moving, only getting help when something was too big or heavy for him to move on his own. Chris had even made him unpack all his stuff, which Randy didn’t mind because he knew Chris had school to focus on.

    In addition to the hard work of moving Chris in, Randy had worked two nights that week at the warehouse. And his mouth had worked overtime, as more and more men found out about how he wasn’t there just to clean up the floors and bathrooms. At this point, he’d lost count of how much dick he’d sucked at work, but he imagined that Mark and Pablo were making a pretty nice side income off his efforts. At home there wasn’t much rest after moving Chris, since he still had Craig and Calvin to service and his chores to take care of. 

    The week had started out rough with Chris. He had been visibly pissed after discovering that Mark had been at Randy’s pussy before him. The fact that Randy had let his best friend’s little brother make him his bitch had Chris fuming with Mark. And of course, Randy knew that Chris would be rightfully mad, which is why he’d kept it a secret as long as he had. He felt ashamed for betraying his best friend like that.

    The worst part was having to tell Chris everything else once the store clerk left that afternoon, which was the reason Chris even found out how Mark had shared Randy’s ass at the department store. He was made to kneel there in just his thong keeping eye contact with Chris as he felt the clerk’s cum dripping from his ass. He spent the next hour detailing all the ways he’d behaved like a faggot this past summer.

    It was one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do, confess all of it with Chris’ gaze hard on him. Chris seemed to calm down, but Randy could tell he was angry with him. And with Mark. Chris just listened for the most part, only asking questions for clarity. He laughed when Randy admitted how it had all started with Scotty and how Mark joined in on the fun and quickly took charge. Despite Chris being pissed off about Mark, he did seem proud of his brother for asserting his dominance and taking Randy away from Scotty right at the start.

    He saved Alex for last, as he figured that would be the other person Chris would be upset about. But Chris seemed oddly unbothered when he learned that even Alex had a shot at Randy’s ass, several times. Randy left out how Alex had fucked him in Chris’ bed, with Chris sleeping right there. He was sure Chris would eventually find out about that, but Randy just couldn’t bring himself to admit it. 

    Randy also didn’t share with Chris how Alex’s uncle Pablo and Mark were whoring him out at his job. He felt too embarrassed about it to tell Chris and he planned to quit next week. Any job would be better than that, especially considering his work paycheck wasn’t much and the dollar he got for each blow job was more humiliating than it was helping.

    After that confession, for the rest of the week Chris didn’t have Randy serve him at all sexually. He pretty much ignored Randy except to give him orders to move this or unpack that, get him a beer, make dinner, etc. Which meant that Randy missed Chris’ attention, and his cock. So it was that much more unnerving for Chris to be treating him normally at the frat party. And it didn’t seem like anything was different between Chris and Alex either, so he figured they must have talked about it. Randy was just happy he hadn’t been pulled into that conversation or that Alex hadn’t been pissed at him for spilling their secret. Randy hadn’t seen Mark all week, so he wasn’t sure if Chris had talked to him yet. That was another talk he would not want to be around for.

    It was all racing around Randy’s brain, making it hard to concentrate on the conversations he was being pulled into as Calvin and Alex introduced him to different guys at the party. Craig and Chris looked hot in their costumes, having wandered off together to make the rounds. Craig was dressed as Tarzan, meaning his big hairy chest was exposed and he was just in a filled out loin cloth. Chris was a lifeguard, and although he was wearing a red nylon zip up jacket, it wasn’t enough to cover up the big bulge in the red speedos he was wearing.

    Randy was admiring the two of them from across the room, as he stood with Calvin and Alex who were chatting with a cute boy they’d just introduced Randy to.  Craig had his arm draped across Chris’ shoulders, emphasizing that Craig was a few inches taller. He watched as Craig ran his hand down Chris’ back, almost caressing his friend.

    He was shocked when Craig’s hand continued down to brush the speedo clad ass, resting his hand on an ass cheek for just a moment before giving it a squeeze. Randy looked around to see if anyone else saw what he’d just witnessed, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the two boys. Randy  returned his gaze and saw that Craig now had his hand lightly gripping the back of Chris’ neck. And Chris didn’t seem to mind or try to make Craig take his hand away.

    He jumped slightly when he felt his own ass being squeezed and returned his attention to the three boys standing around him. It was Calvin who had his hand gripping his ass, as Randy made eye contact at the boy they were talking to. The boy smiled at Randy but seemed unaware of what was going on behind.

    They were standing near the wall, so there was thankfully no one who could see Calvin slide his hand into the back pocket of Randy’s military slacks. He was confused when he felt Calvin’s hand against his bare ass, rubbing Randy’s skin and pinching and lightly slapping the cheek.

    “Like the alteration I had Alex make to your pants, baby,” Calvin whispered into Randy’s ear, “He removed the inner pocket lining to give us free access to that sweet ass of yours.”

    Calvin’s tongue gave Randy’s ear a little lick before going back to the conversation. Randy stood there, trying to not let on how Calvin was feeling him up in the middle of the party. It was hard to not grimace as Calvin circled his finger around Randy’s hole under the thong strap. He turned his head to stare at Calvin, as the finger penetrated him and slowly sank in. 

    He was now thankful that Alex had made Randy strip naked and let Alex clean out his pussy earlier. It had been humiliating to kneel on all fours as Alex squeezed water into his ass, being made to hold it before ordered to sit on the toilet to expel the water. It felt like he was pissing from his ass. And the humiliation was repeated until Alex was satisfied that his ass was clean.

    He tried not to react when Alex’s hand slipped into the other pocket and rubbed his ass and joined Calvin in fingering his hole. He now had both boy’s fingers wedged in his cunt as they chatted nonchalantly with the boy directly in front of them oblivious to Randy’s plight.

    Alex looked sexy as Aladdin and Randy couldn’t deny how attractive Calvin was dressed up as a cowboy, complete with boots, a denim shirt and tight jeans with chaps over them. The cute boy was dressed up as a police officer and Randy found himself staring down at the sizeable bulge in the front of the boy’s pants. Randy thought he could see the outline of the boy’s semi hard cock.  He didn’t let his gaze linger, fearing he’d be caught staring.

    Randy looked between the three of them as he got finger fucked, unable to suppress a slight moan. As he looked up, he saw the cute boy was looking down. Randy followed the gaze to his own crotch and saw his very hard cock was obvious through his pants. The boy also finally noticed how Alex and Calvin both had their hands in Randy’s back pockets.

    “Maybe we should show Randy the setup in the basement,” Alex suggested, digging his finger deep into Randy’s hole before extracting it and his hand from the back of his pants. He brought the finger up to Randy and pressed it into Randy’s mouth. He was staring right at the cute boy as he was made to clean the finger.

    “Yeah, seems like now’s a great time,” Calvin agreed, repeating the move Alex had just made, but turning Randy’s face to look at him as the finger was inserted between his lips. Calvin smiled at him as he pressed down on Randy’s tongue, “Come on baby, you need to see the downstairs.”

    Calvin wiped his finger off on Randy’s jacket and grabbed his hand to guide him through the crowd. Randy looked back and saw that the cute boy and Alex were both following. He was led through a door and down a set of stairs. He heard the door close and lock behind them. They turned a corner and a large basement came into view. Standing there in the middle of the room was Chris and Craig, with a half dozen or so other boys standing around them.

    “Welcome to the real party,” Chris said, staring directly at Randy, “And you’re the guest of honor.” 


    II

     Darren’s emotions were all over the place. He wanted to be mad at Scotty, considering all the horrible things he’d done this summer. But once Brad had left them alone after using them in the school bathroom, Scotty walked Darren home and took that opportunity to make an apology that seemed pretty sincere.

    His cousin admitted to doing unforgivable things to Darren and Randy both, but especially Darren. And not that it was an excuse, but Scotty confessed that the way he treated the two brothers with such hate at times was because of his own self-hatred. Unable to come to terms that he was gay himself, he treated anyone else who was gay the way he did to hide from his own truth. After it had all came out about what Scotty did, it took him some time to stop being angry about the way everyone was treating him and truly come to regret his behavior. It was only once Matty instigated him having to serve Brad and Adam, as some type of punishment, that Scotty realized his true attraction to guys. Scotty begged Darren for his forgiveness. There were tears in Scotty’s eyes when they hugged goodbye once Darren was home and Scotty turned to go his way.

    The next day at school, his cousin came over at lunch to join them. While Darren hadn’t quite forgiven him yet, he didn’t feel afraid of him any longer. And seeing the way Brad was in control of Scotty in even subtle ways was kind of hot. It was nice to have his cousin back, considering Jim was still avoiding Darren. They still hadn’t spoken after that kiss in his bedroom. It was a kiss he couldn’t stop thinking about honestly. One comfort was that Steve walked him home from school, something that Darren used to look forward to with Jim. And while it was nice to have the company, it was obvious that Steve really just wanted to see Sam again. And Sam seemed happy when Steve would show up at the house with Darren.

    Every since that weekend where Sam and Steve hooked up while both with Darren, they seemed obsessed with each other. They each asked Darren about the other, trying to see if Darren knew how the other secretly felt. And it didn’t take long once they were home for them to get naked together in the hot tub. The two handsome boys kissed while Darren was allowed to suck their cocks. The parents weren’t home and the curtains were drawn on Jim’s bedroom window next door, so they weren’t being shy or careful. Before they were done, Sam had his beautiful uncut cock in Steve’s mouth for the second time. Steve got to swallow Sam’s cum, while Darren was fed Steve’s.

    The same thing happened again on Thursday night that week, just in Sam’s bedroom rather than the hot tub. It was cute to watch his stepbrother and friend making out, clearly into each other. Darren wasn’t jealous, as he got to be with them still. But watching them kiss made him remember the way it felt when Jim had kissed him. And it only made him miss his friend that much more.

    The week at school was uneventful. He went to class, hung out with the group at lunch. It also seemed that Scotty had told Brad that Darren was off limits, as Brad didn’t try to get him to go to the bathroom with him again. Friday night was quiet, the parents were away the whole week and weekend and Sam was out for the night. Darren ended up falling asleep on the couch and woke only as Sam carried him down to bed. He loved how safe he felt wrapped in Sam’s arms as they cuddled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

    On Saturday, Steve and the rest of the boys were going to a Halloween theme park. Sam said he’d be home around seven that night and he’d give Darren a ride over and maybe they could all come back to the house after. As it got close to seven, Darren was ready and waiting. The doorbell rang and he went to get it, grabbing his coat on the way. He was not expecting to see Jim standing at the door smiling down at him from his 6’2” frame. 

    “Hey Little D,” Jim said, swiping his long blond hair out of his eyes, “I was hoping we could talk.”

    “Well, I’m actually waiting for Sam to pick me up to meet everyone,” Darren started to explain. But after being ignored by Jim all week, Darren was so happy to have his friend there talking to him again, “But I have a few minutes before he gets here.”

    “I wanted more than just a few minutes,” Jim said, giving Darren a sweet look that was hard to say no to, “I was thinking I could take us for a drive to one of my favorite spots and we could talk there. I could take you wherever after.”

    “Well, I guess,” Darren started to consider, unable to stop staring deep into Jim’s golden brown eyes.

    “Great,” Jim took the hesitation as agreement and pushed Darren back into the house, “Just leave Sam a note to let him know that something came up and you’ll meet them all there in an hour or so.”

    With the note written and taped to the front door, they were off in Jim’s pickup truck. Jim concentrated on driving and sang quietly to whatever was on the radio. Darren was in his thoughts, excited to be with his friend again and having Jim’s energy back to normal like nothing was wrong. They drove further up into the hills behind their house before Jim pulled off into a private little spot that provided a lookout over the entire valley below. The city glowed beneath them.

    Jim had backed the truck right up to the edge, so that when he put down the tail gate it hung out over the drop. He told Darren to hop in and grabbed the smaller boy by the waist and lifted him up and into the cab, before joining him.

    “So I’m just gonna get to it, before I lose my nerve,” Jim started, as he settled down facing Darren, sitting with his legs crossed and hands in his lap, “I wanted to talk about last weekend.”

    Darren was uncomfortable immediately, both by the topic and the serious look on Jim’s usually grinning face. He stared out at the incredible view and thought about all the conversations his friends had with him about Jim, warning him about not falling because Jim was definitely not gay. Even Sam had told him there was no chance of Darren being with Jim, and Sam had known him the longest of anyone. Now he was sure Jim was going to tell him that Darren kissing him last weekend had crossed a line. He only hoped that Jim would say he was willing to forget it as long as it didn’t happen again.

    “I’m sorry that I kissed you and ran off,” Jim’s words surprised Darren, as he had convinced himself that he’d been the one to initiate the kiss, “I was just confused by what I was feeling and the sudden urge to do that. And embarrassed that I got too excited when you touched me. 

    “I thought you were mad at me and,” Darren started, but Jim cut him off.

    “No, hold on, let me finish,” Jim placed a hand on Darren’s knee and looked up at the boy. Darren saw that Jim’s bottom lip was trembling just a little, as he tried to control strong emotions, “Look, I know you are gay. And it’s pretty obvious to me and everyone that you have a bit of a crush on me.” 

    This was what Darren had feared. He’d been careless with showing his feelings toward Jim and now he was mad just like Brad said he’d be. Darren could hear the next words to come from Jim’s mouth, “Look, I’m not gay and I don’t think I can hang out with you and have people think I am. Because of you acting like you want me to be your boyfriend or something.”

    “I’m sorry, Jim,” Darren apologized, wanting to make the moment less uncomfortable for them both, “I know I shouldn’t have.”

    “Be quiet,” Jim cut him off again, his tone stern but not angry. The look he gave Darren made it clear that the boy should not interrupt again, “I’ll let you know when I am done speaking and then you can say what may be on your mind. Understood, boy?”

    “Yes Sir,” Darren nodded and sat there staring up at this beautiful man who had just ignited his submissive nature.

    “I know about you with Sam and Steve,” Darren couldn’t hide the look of surprise, “I’ve see you with both of them, the one time at the beach and other times at the house. I watched and felt jealous. Which was confusing.”

    “The first time I saw you and Sam in his bedroom, I watched as he fucked you against the sliding glass door. And I jerked off thinking about doing the same thing to you. And at the beach, I followed Steve and Sam when they chased after you. And I watched the three of you. Seeing Sam in control, I wanted to be in his place.”

    “There have been a few boys that I thought were cute, but I never felt like acting on it. But as I grew up, I also realized I wasn’t really attracted to girls, but I didn’t want to admit what that meant. My parents would freak out if I told them I was gay. So I just tried to deny it and focus on school and swimming and wrestling.”

     “Of course, seeing all those boys in tight speedos and singlets, naked in the locker room, made it hard to ignore what I was feeling. So I became more of a loner, still part of the friend group, but the more withdrawn one who did his own thing. But there is something about you, little D, that brings out this protective nature in me. From the first day we met, I wanted to watch over you and make sure you were okay. That no one was going to mess with you.”

    Darren sat there listening to all this, to Jim pouring out all these pent up thoughts and emotions. He had this overwhelming desire to be closer to this young man, and Darren leant into Jim. He pressed the top of his head against the bigger boy’s chest, and Jim instinctively reached up and pet his hair and wrapped an arm across Darren’s back.

    “Good boy,” Jim spoke softly. He placed a hand under Darren’s chin and lifted his head up so that they were face to face. The way Jim stared into Darren’s eyes, he had never seen such caring or felt so safe with someone. And then Jim pressed his mouth to Darren’s.

    Even in the kiss, Jim was in control. He held Darren’s face and forced his lips apart with his mouth and darted his tongue in and out, tasting Darren. He kissed Jim back, who sucked on Darren’s tongue and continued to use his own tongue to explore the boy’s mouth. He couldn’t remember anyone kissing him like this before and it caused Darren to shiver from the intensity of the moment. Jim must have felt the trembling, as he pulled him into a tighter embrace, his body engulfing Darren’s smaller frame.

    “I’ve been wanting to do that all week,” Jim pulled back to look into Darren’s eyes, “Are you doing okay, boy?”

    Darren nodded in response. 

    “Good. Then I think it’s time that I inspect my boy and make you mine. Strip.” 


    III

    Randy stood there in his military outfit, trying to comprehend what was happening. He looked around the basement and saw there was a mattress and box springs in the middle of the room. Calvin pushed Randy forward toward Chris, who grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face the frat boys who were moving to stand around the mattress. 

    “You ready to show my friends that you are my bitch?” Chris asked, gripping Randy under the chin, his chest pressed to Randy’s back, “Look them in the eyes and tell them what you are.”

    “I am your bitch, Sir,” Randy said, shaking as he looked from one frat boy to the next, seeing them smirking and smiling as Randy made his admission. But he meant what he said and admitting it to all these men only deepened that truth and his faggot headspace.

    His eyes locked on Calvin, standing in front of him at the other side of the mattress. Alex stood to his left and the the cute boy they had been talking to was on Calvin’s right. Chris’ hands began to roam his body, starting at his shoulders, running down his chest, sliding around the waist, to stop with an asscheek in each hand. 

    “You have a fat ass, boy,” Chris complimented, squeezing it through Randy’s pants. He then pulled off Randy’s jacket and tossed it to the floor. The guys all laughed and pointed out the raging hard on straining the front of his pants, “You like this don’t you boy, being show off as my bitch.”

    Randy could only nod, too mortified to have his excitement at this humiliation so obvious. He suppressed a moan as Chris unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He felt fingers lightly pinch and squeeze his nipples through the t-shirt, and he grimaced and let out a moan as Chris became more aggressive in working his tits. It hurt but felt good at the same time and his dick leaked into his thong.

    “Kneel,” Chris said, pointing at the mattress, and Randy got down on his knees on the relatively clean mattress. He tried not to think about how many of the frat guys had used this mattress to fuck countless girls and apparently even some boys. Randy scanned the room and took in all the handsome boy standing there, eager to watch Chris using Randy.

    Randy raised his arms above his head as Chris pulled off his tshirt. The more Chris abused his tits, the harder and bigger they got and the more Chris became obsessed with them. He smacked Randy’s chest with open palms, stinging the skin but arousing the nipples. He mauled Randy’s tits and tugged on them until Randy cried out.

    Without a word, Randy’s dog tags were removed from around his neck and slid into Chris’ pocket. Hands moved from his shoulders, pausing briefly to tease his protruding nipples more, before continuing down to the waist of his pants. Randy stared forward at Calvin’s smirking face as Chris unbuttoned his pants and exposed the hot pink thong underneath.

    “Someone’s excited,” Chris taunted him, as he ran a finger over the head of Randy’s cock hiding under the thong pouch. The boys in the room chuckled at this. Chris brought the finger to Randy’s mouth and rubbed it along his lips. Randy felt the moistness and looked down to see he had leaked so much that it had soaked through the thong and was dripping. Chris caught more and brought it to Randy’s mouth. Without thinking or having to be told, Randy stuck out his tongue to licked his precum from the palm of his hand and sucked it off Chris’ middle and index fingers.

    Using that same hand, Chris reached down the back of Randy’s pants and rubbed the wet fingers around Randy’s hole. Randy let out an involuntary moan when Chris touched and gently pinched his tender asslips. He was embarrassed at how he sounded, so desperate for Chris to use him even if it meant letting their friends and a group of strangers watch. 

    Chris pulled his hand out of Randy’s pants to spit into it before going right back. Using his other hand, he moved Randy’s arms and hands to behind Chris’ back to hold on to his waist as he sank his fingers deeper into Randy’s pussy and began to work them in and out slowly. He was now making so much noise, moaning and yelping that Chris put a hand over his mouth and pulled his head back against his chest. Randy closed his eyes and let himself fully experience Chris fingering his cunt, trying to ignore the fact that a group of men were watching. He heard the word faggot and bitch clearly among the terms used to describe him.

    With now three fingers wedged in his pussy, Chris pushed Randy forward onto the mattress and guided him forward by the cunt until he was on all fours. Only then did Chris withdraw his fingers to pull down Randy’s pants, exposing his thonged ass. The boys around them wolf whistled once the pink thong was fully on display and Chris wasted no time in grabbing, rubbing and squeezing the meaty ass. Randy was staring straight ahead at the group, trying to avoid eye contact. But Calvin was right there, his grin making him all the more handsome, as he admired Randy and watched the public display.

    His balls were now in Chris’ grip through the thong as he tugged on them while casually spanking Randy’s ass, alternating between cheeks, increasing the strength a little with each slap. The pain in his balls grew as Chris tightened his grip, matched by the stinging from Chris warming up his ass. Just his balls were pulled out of the thong pouch, and Chris gained a firm hold on them and tapped at them until Randy was moaning and squirming. He dropped his chest to the mattress trying to get away from the light tapping that somehow caused so much agony.

    Chris spread Randy’s ass to expose his tight pussy, the hole barely covered by the thong strap. Using the back of his hand, Chris continued the assault on Randy’s exposed balls. He understood that Chris was testing him, letting the boys see just how much Randy would take to please Chris. And he was determined to not disappoint. But he almost lost it when his hard cock was let free from the thong so that Chris could stroke it a few times, pulling it backwards between Randy’s legs. His balls and cock were firmly in Chris’ grip and it took all his control to not cum right then just from the touch of his best friend.

    He heard Chris spit and felt the wetness land on his exposed hole as Chris continued to yank back his hard cock and aching ball between his legs. A finger began to smear the spit around his hole before penetrating him. A rhythm was set where Chris sawed first one and then two fingers into his hole while also stroking Randy’s rigid clit slowly as he kept it pulled back painfully. Randy was groaning in both pleasure and pain and was concentrating on not cumming, knowing that was not allowed without Chris’ express permission.

    A sigh of relief escaped him when Chris released his cock and stopped the finger fucking, in order to pull hard on the bottom of Randy’s pant legs. He tugged and Randy fell flat on his stomach, as the pants worked their way off. Next was his thong being removed, until Randy was the only one completely naked and exposed among a room of men. As if to accentuate this point, Chris began to go at his ass again, spanking and squeezing it hard making Randy squirm on the mattress.

    Chris gripped Randy’s hips and raised his ass high, with a hand pressing down between Randy’s shoulder blades to keep his head down. He breathed in the strange scents of the mattress, almost positive he could smell the dried cum from countless fuckings.

    “Such a nice little hole,” Chris admired, as he once again spread Randy’s ass. He rubbed a thumb against the hole and the guys shifted around to get a better view, “You are being a very good boy during your inspection.”

    Randy mumbled a thank you Sir as he kept his head down, thankful to not have to look at anyone as his best friend continued to play with his body however he wanted. His balls were back in Chris’ fist, pulled back for Chris to rub and squeeze, eliciting moans from the faggot laying exposed in the middle of a room of young men. Using the back of his hand, Chris began to cycle through spanking one ass cheek, tapping Randy’s nuts, spanking the other ass cheek. When Randy’s moans and squirming indicated he was unable to take much more, Chris would give his clit a few strokes under Randy’s body and tweak his nipples. 

    This went on until each of the tortured parts felt on fire. His ass, balls, nipples all had become pain points for Randy and the only relief was when the hand stroked his clit slowly. But even that was torment, as Randy had to concentrate through the abuse to ensure he didn’t reach orgasm. He tuned out the boys talking around him, words of encouragement and admiration for how Chirs masterfully manipulated his bitch.

    And then suddenly, it all stopped. Randy raised up to his hands and knees, confused and wondering what was coming next. Chris appeared at his side and squatted down to be at eye level with Randy. He smiled at Randy when he showed him what he was holding.

    “Let’s get you opened up and ready for me,” Chris said, holding up a dildo. It was about eight inches long, round bulbs at each end and tapered in the middle. Chris pressed the fatter of the bulbs to Randy’s lips, “I suggest you get this nice and wet.”

    Randy parted his lips as Chris pressed the bulbed end of the toy into his mouth. He sucked on it, ran his tongue around it, closing his eyes and imagining it was Chris’ cock. He moaned at that thought and heard the boys laughing and commenting on how hungry he was for the real thing. Once Chris was satisfied with Randy’s prep, he pulled the toy from Randy’s mouth and returned to the waiting ass.

    Drool dripped from his chin and Randy wiped it on the mattress as he felt the wet tip of the toy rub and push against his hole. The pressure eventually was more than his hole could withstand and the larger bulb end of the toy stretched his hole open and sank in. Randy felt his pussy close up around it and grip the narrow neck with half the toy buried in his cunt and the other half sticking out of his ass.

    “Good boy,” Chris praised Randy and tugged on the toy to test how firmly lodged it was in the faggot’s ass. With a little effort, the toy escaped his hole with an audible pop. Randy moaned and everyone laughed at the sound, stepping up closer as Chris grabbed Randy by the balls to hold him in place.

    “That’s it, open up that faggot cunt,” Chris encouraged his bitch as the toy slipped back in relatively easily. Chris began to fuck him with it, as Randy knelt naked on all fours, “Fuck yeah, it’s sliding right in now. There you go.”

    The grip tightened on his balls painfully as the pace of the fucking picked up. Once the large bulb was back in his cunt and his pussy was clenched around the middle, Chris slapped at the end sticking out, which caused Randy’s hard cock to twitch and leak. The vibrations inside Randy’s pussy were bringing him to the edge of orgasm.

    “Fuck yeah, made your dick jump,” Chris observed, tugging on his balls and working the toy in and out again, “Bet I could make you cum just from this.”

    Chris reached forward and grabbed Randy by the hair to pull him up on his knees, his back to Chris’ chest. This exposed Randy to everyone and he felt the humiliation wash over him as he assessed his predicament. The toy was still firmly in his pussy and his balls were still gripped tight in Chris’ fist, pulled back between his legs, causing his hard clit to point straight out. 

    Using his free hand, Chris began to work on Randy’s tits again, as he tugged hard on his balls and grinded his crotch against Randy’s ass to press the toy in deeper. His ass was pressed back on the toy while his chest thrust forward as if he was begging for the abuse on his nipples. Randy was going crazy from the overload of sensations on all parts of his body. He was being used thoroughly for all these men to witness him accept being treated like this by his best friend.

    Randy groaned when Chris released his sore nuts from his tight grip, placing the hand instead on Randy’s forehead and pulling it back against Chris’ shoulder. He wiped the sweat from his balls down Randy’s face and inserted his thumb into Randy’s mouth and held it open awkwardly. Chris turned his head to the left and Randy saw Craig standing next to Chris, caressing his back and encouraging him to keep going. 

    As Chris went back to working one nipple and then the other, Randy moaned around the thumb hooked in the corner of his mouth. He now was made to look forward and saw Calvin and Alex both standing there watching and enjoying the show along with the other guys. His nipples felt raw and he struggled against the toy impaling him, but Chris held him firmly under the chin with the thumb still in his mouth. 

    “You aren’t being forced, faggot. You don’t stop me no matter how rough I use you or how deeply I humiliate you,” Chris punctuated this by twisting one nipple and then the other, thrusting forward on the toy. Randy groaned, “You want all these Men to witness you submitting to me like this. It’s only getting you harder. You like being displayed as my bitch, faggot?”

    “Yes Sir,” Randy loudly responded around the thumb, his voice cracking, finally understanding that Chris was breaking him down in front of all these men. There was no coming back from this and everyone knew now just what he was.

    “It doesn’t matter if it hurts. That just proves you are truly mine to do with as I please,” Chris continued, moving on to tugging Randy’s balls forward so that everyone could see as he squeezed and grinded them in his fist, “The fact that you accept this treatment, take it willingly and allow me to do whatever I want. Shows everyone and most importantly yourself, you are My faggot.” 

    “Flip over on your back,” Chris ordered, taking all hands off Randy and stepping backwards, “It’s time for you to take my cock in your ass.” 


    IV

     Darren was still spinning from the kiss that he and Jim had just exchanged. And now, Jim was making Darren get naked for him in the back of the pickup. It was a little cold out, but Darren knew better than to hesitate and lose the chance to submit to Jim more than just in his dreams.

    How had it gone from a week of torture, thinking Jim would never want to have anything to do with him. With everyone telling him that Jim wasn’t gay and that Darren should be careful of being so transparent with his crush. That Jim might get pissed if others in the school started rumors that Jim was gay too. And now all those fears Darren had were clearly misdirected. Instead of shunning him, Jim was ready to claim him.

    Darren stood there trembling slightly, partly from the chill in the air but mostly from feeling nervous and excited at being naked in front of Jim. Displayed to this man he had wanted to submit to from the moment he saw his neighbor. Jim towered over him, fully clothed and looking Darren up and down as he closely inspected him like the boy was property. He brushed a hand across Darren’s smooth chest, gripping a nipple and pinching it lightly. He touched his face, hand to cheek to calm the boy. Jim gave him a reassuring smile before walking behind him. He started at Darren’s slim shoulders and ran both hands down his narrow back, stopping at Darren’s bubble butt.

    Jim seemed pleased with his new acquisition, muttering words of approval as Darren whimpered from Jim caressing his ass. He squeezed both cheeks and spread them apart just enough to run a finger across the exposed hole. The young man pressed his tall body up against Darren and reached around the boy, to grip his tiny erection and cup his smooth little balls. He gave Darren’s hardon a single stroke before releasing it and stepping back around.

    “Kneel,” Jim instructed in his deep voice, smiling down at Darren as the boy got on his knees before this handsome man, “You are not to suck my cock until I decide, understood boy?”

    Darren nodded as Jim grabbed the back of his head in a light but firm grip and brought his face to his crotch. He wagged his hips side to side, rubbing Darren’s face against his very obvious erection hidden under his sweatpants. The boy moaned and parted his lips to kiss at the cock through the fabric. He looked up at Jim, who was watching Darren through the blonde hair hanging in his face. When the fat head of Jim’s cock reached his mouth, Darren wrapped his lips around it through the fabric.

    The hand on the back of his head pressed down gently and Darren bent over. Jim kept pushing until the boy’s lips were pressed to Jim’s big feet in sandals. He began to kiss first one and then the other foot, inhaling the scent. Jim took this opportunity to crouch down and lean over Darren to rub at his now spread ass and exposed hole. He pressed his finger to the tight opening but didn’t penetrate it.

    “Very nice, boy” Jim praised him, “Now I can see why Sam enjoys fucking you so much.”

    He couldn’t help but moan as his neighbor continued to squeeze his ass and tease his hole. It was driving Darren wild and he began to lick at Jim’s toes and even in between them, tasting the musk built up from the day. He switched back from one big foot to the other, making sure to lick and suck at each long toe. Jim wiggled them in Darren’s face and arched his big toe to make it easier for the boy to take it in his mouth and suck on.

    “Up on your knees,” Was the next instruction and Darren quickly obeyed, his face back in front of the outline of Jim’s dick, “Pull down my sweatpants.”

    Excited to have Jim’s big cock in his mouth, Darren reached forward and gripped the waist of the sweatpants and tugged them down. It was a challenge to get them over both Jim’s fat ass and the massive hard on. Once they were around Jim’s knees, Darren looked up to see that Jim’s precum had soaked through his underwear. Not waiting for permission, he stuck out his tongue and licked at the wet spot and moaned at the sweet taste on his tongue.

    “Sniff my balls, boy,” He was told and Darren nodded and had his nose pressed to the fabric, taking deep whiffs and feeling light headed from the aroma enveloping him. Jim reached down and pulled his hairy nuts out of his underwear and gripped them in his fist, rubbing them all over Darren’s face, “I want you to smell like me, boy.”

    The sweaty nut sack did a thorough job of covering every inch of Darren’s face and he couldn’t resist sticking out his tongue to taste them. Jim rewarded him and pressed both balls into Darren’s mouth. He lifted Darren’s face up to look at him, the boy’s mouth full of the substantial nuts. The sweat from Jim’s balls had Darren uncontrollably drooling.

    Jim pulled his hips back and the nuts plopped out of Darren’s mouth, spit dripping off them. He wanted to taste and suck on them more, but Jim had other plans. He turned, at the same time pulling down his underwear, until a meaty hairy ass was in front of Darren’s face. Not waiting to be told what to do next, Darren rutted his nose in the sweaty crack.

    “Fuck yeah, boy,” Jim moaned and chuckled at the boy’s eagerness, “Get in there. Be a good boy and clean your Man’s ripe hole.”

    Jim stood in the back of the truck, his hands planted on the roof of the cab, bent over slightly at the waist to give Darren access to his hairy ass. Darren knelt behind Jim, focused on the musky smelling ass in front of him. His hands gripping the thick thighs and he buried his face between the asscheeks.

    Over this past summer, Darren had the opportunity to worship many asses, but he thought Jim’s smelled and tasted the most amazing. He was already addicted to the musky odor that was now covering his face. As his tongue brushed along the tight puckered hole, the slightly bitter taste made his mouth water and he pressed his tongue in deeper. Jim seemed to approve of the boy’s efforts, as he pressed his ass back onto Darren’s probing tongue.

    He had a few occasions to admire Jim’s naked body and hairy ass, but had never imagined he’d be tasting it like he was right now. In the back of Jim’s truck, parked at the edge of a beautiful point looking out over the valley below. But the only view Darren cared about was the one in front of him.

    Although he would have gladly spent hours appreciating that delicious ass, Jim turned around to face Darren. A massive cock hit Darren in the face and he instinctively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. But he didn’t take it yet, knowing that he needed permission for that honor. Jim appreciated his restraint and grabbed his rod in his fist and slapped each side of Darren’s face with it before rubbing the head of his cock across the outstretched tongue. More of the precum flooded his taste buds and it took all of Darren’s control to not lean forward to suck the perfect cock resting on his tongue. 

    “That’s a good boy,” Jim pet the top of Darren’s head, “I love how submissive you are. I felt it when we met, I knew I wanted to dominate you.”

    As he spoke, he slid his cock into the open mouth, keeping it pressed down on the boy’s tongue. Darren wrapped his lips around it, but still didn’t move to suck it yet. Instead, he knelt there, letting Jim rock back and forth, fucking his mouth in long slow strokes.

    There was a moment where Darren wondered if he was dreaming. Was he really here sucking this beautiful boy’s cock. A boy he’d had a crush on for the last month without any hope of being anything more than friends. And he’d thought over this past week he’d even lost the friendship. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks, and he wasn’t sure if they were from how happy he was in this moment or from Jim now gagging him on his cock as he pressed it to the back of Darren’s throat.

    It was apparent that Jim was in control. He held Darren’s head firmly in both hands as he fucked the mouth with urgency. With each stroke, he seemed more desperate and insistent that his cock work its way into the throat. And it finally succeeded, filling Darren’s throat with a fat cock and making the boy gag. Jim enjoyed the pleasure of the convulsions of the boy choking, before finally withdrawing to let Darren gasp for breath. The boy barely had his lungs full before Jim drove back in, cutting off his air supply and pumping his cock even deeper. 

    This process was repeated so many times that Darren lost track, focused on not passing out. Despite the urge to gag and the sensation of choking, Darren was happy to let this man use him, wanting to be claimed by him. He loved having Jim control him like this, knowing his friend was getting pleasure from the boy’s willingness to be used however Jim wished. He was the dominant to Darren’s submissive.

    The pace increased and the long cock withdrew until the head was just at the boy’s lips, then pressed back down the throat until Darren felt the big balls against his chin with his nose buried in Jim’s bush. He had adjusted to the invasion and his gagging had subsided. He felt like he was now just a hole for Jim to enjoy without much resistance.

    The cock grew even thicker in his throat and he knew what that meant. Jim’s moans became loader, his thrusts more frantic. A hand encircled Darren’s throat, only accentuating the fat head of the cock as it pumped deep. 

    “Good fucking boy,” Jim panted as he pulled his cock completely out and began to jerk it off in Darren’s face, “Such a talented cocksucker, god damn. Now keep that mouth open.”

    Darren did as he was told and stared up at Jim as the boy urgently yanked on his cock above the outstretched tongue. The handsome face was contorted into a look that seemed to convey both pleasure and pain. He stared directly into Darren’s eyes as he pressed his cock back into the waiting mouth. 

    They exchanged a look that solidified their positions just as Jim roared like a lion having captured its prey. Jim pressed forward as his cock erupted and Darren felt it pulse as the cum pumped down his throat. He felt at least a half a dozen cumshots until Jim pulled out and coated Darren’s face in cum before he was finally finished.

    “You’re mine,” Jim announced as he pulled up his underwear and sweatpants and gathered up Darren’s clothes, “Get in the truck and let’s go home. I’m not done with you.”


    V

     Randy was quick to obey, excited to finally have Chris fuck him and claim him even if it would be in front of everyone. He had wanted Chris inside him for so long, he imagined he’d be willing to do anything for it. Clenching down on the toy still in his pussy, Randy got onto his back, his feet flat on the mattress toward Chris, legs bent at the knee, staring up into Calvin’s smiling face as he leaned over Randy.

    Randy felt Chris grab his ankles and tug him forward and then push him up until Randy was resting on his shoulders on the edge of the mattress. Chris pushed on the back of his legs, bending him over even more, until Randy’s knees were near his face.

    “Hold that position,” Chris ordered, and Randy wrapped his arms around his knees, staring up between his own legs at Chris. His cock was still rock hard and pointed directly over his face, a pearl of precum shining at the tip. He could also see the toy poking out of his ass, as his pussy clutched it.

    When Chris grabbed his cock and gave it a long slow stroke, Randy couldn’t hold in the moan of pleasure. He saw the drop of precum grow in size and begin to drip from the head of his cock.

    “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue,” Chris instructed and Randy complied, “I want you to feed yourself your fag juice.”

    Randy watched as the precum descended in a long string until he felt it and tasted it on his tongue. And the stream continued as Chris methodically stroked his cock, milking out more precum right into his mouth. Finally the string broke and the Chris let go of his rigid cock and smacked his balls, making Randy jump and the boys laugh. 

    More precum dripped into his mouth when Chris yanked the toy from his pussy without warning. Before he could finish groaning from the pain, Chris had shoved the toy between Randy’s lips and worked it in and out a few times for Randy to clean off. He could taste his own ass coating the toy as he tongued it and washed it in his mouth.

    Satisfied with Randy’s work, Chris tossed the toy on the mattress next to Randy and gave the faggot’s cock a couple more strokes. As he did that, he pulled his own cock out of his speedo and slapped it against Randy’s now empty pussy, letting him feel how hard Chris was.

    “Stroke yourself,” Chris commanded, as he worked one, then two fingers into Randy’s cunt, “But don’t you dare cum without permission. You need to tell me if you are getting close.”

    Randy cautiously took his own dick in hand and slowly began to stroke it, feeling close already considering how excited and worked up he was. As he was allowed to play with his clit for the first time in he couldn’t remember how long, Chris spit on Randy’s hole and tried to work in a third and then a fourth finger. He groaned at how much Chris was stretching his hole, but he wasn’t about to ask Chris to stop. Instead, he just continued to stroke his clit, which was harder than ever despite the pain he was enduring.

    The boys were commenting on how easily Randy was taking four fingers and observing that it was making his clit drip like a faucet, right into Randy’s still open mouth. Chris took the fag’s clit away from Randy and began to stroke it aggressively as he continued to work four fingers into the cunt to get it ready for his cock. Despite how close he felt to orgasm, Chris nearly fisting his ass kept Randy from getting to the edge.

    “Tell me you want it,” Chris stared down at Randy as precum drooled into the faggot’s open mouth, ”I don’t want anyone to think you were forced into this. Beg me for my cock.” 

    “Please Sir,” Randy moaned, his mind feeling blank and obedient as Chris worked his hole and his cock, “Please fuck your bitch. Allow me to feel your cock in my pussy, please Sir” 

    “Good faggot,” Chris sounded pleased, as he let go of Randy’s clit and withdrew his fingers from the gaping hole. He gripped the fag’s balls in between two fingers and pulled them up and away from Randy’s body, causing the bitch to strain up to release the tension. Chris began to swat at the balls repeatedly as Randy squirmed and squealed, his arms hooked behind his legs holding them to the mattress. His hard cock bobbed above his face and dripped from the beating his balls were taking. 

    It stung when Chris swatted at Randy’s hole with an open palm before slipping two fingers in easily and yanking up on his balls. Then without any ceremony, Chris thumped his hard cock against his best friend’s asshole and pushed the head down, popping into the cunt presented before him. Randy had never felt more like a faggot as Chris fucked Randy for the first time, in this incredibly humiliating position to show all the real men around how pathetic he really was.

    But regardless of the humiliation, it was finally happening. He had Chris’ cock in his ass and was being fucked by him. After wanting it so badly, he now knew how it felt to have his hole filled by this man. Chris had a steady pace going as he pumped his cock into the faggot beneath him and was setting a similar rhythm as he grabbed Randy’s hard cock and stroked it above his face.

    “Such a big clit,” Chris commented, as he pulled Randy’s cock straight up and stroked it as he stroked his own cock in Randy’s pussy, “Seems wasted on a faggot. But that clit and pussy, along with the rest of you belong to me now. Understood?”

    “Yes Sir,” Randy confirmed, as he moaned and whimpered and felt his hole expanding and an orgasm inching closer.

    Craig stood next to Chris, rubbing his back and whispering something in ear. Chris looked at him and nodded, just before Craig leaned in and kissed him. Randy watched as the two made out in front of everyone while Chris continued to fuck his pussy and stroke his clit.

    “You stroke,” Chris ordered, releasing the clit and letting it slap down against Randy’s stomach, “I want you ready to cum, but only when I say. Tell me once you are close faggot.”

    After so many times not being allowed to cum, now he was being ordered to cum. It was confusing to be stroking himself and trying to get close to orgasm but having to wait to shoot. And he found it difficult to get close while he was being fucked by Chris.

    As Randy stroked his clit, Chris extracted his cock only to replace it with four fingers which sank into Randy easily now. Everyone watched as Chris easily stretched him open. He pushed back in his cock, while his four fingers were still inside. Randy moaned and whined from being so full and stretched open so wide. As he stroked, he felt the orgasm pull back as his hole got aggressively fucked. 

    “Open your legs,” Chris demand, pulling out his fingers while continuing to drive his cock deep into his bitch, “Let me see, let everyone see that face as you take my cock in your cunt.”

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Randy moaned and grunted. If it was possible, Chris fucked him even harder and Randy felt an orgasm approaching. Chris slammed his cock in to the hilt and smacked Randy’s balls hard and reached down to pinch his nipples. Randy’s orgasm receded and he moaned and twisted trying to get away from the abuse.

    “That’s for being a dirty whore,” Chris spit into Randy’s face, pulling the nipples away from his chest, “Letting my brother and friends fuck you before you offered your cunt to me.”

    Randy felt the shame added to the pain he was experiencing, as Chris released his tits and began pounding his cunt again. He reached down and wiped his spit and Randy’s clit drippings all over the faggot’s face. And yet despite all that, Randy once again felt an orgasm building. As Chris drove his cock deep into Randy, he frantically pulled on his own clit.

    “I’m going to cum, Sir,” Randy announced, trying to concentrate on not allowing his orgasm to pull back again. He felt the familiar sensation of the pressure building up in his balls and groin. He tried to ignore that he was being fucked publicly in such a degrading position.

    “Open your mouth,” Chris ordered as he slammed into Randy in long strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the balls, “Beg me to cum inside your pussy.” 

    “Oh please Sir, please let me have your cum,” Randy pleaded, as he inched closer to the edge.

    The way Chris was fucking him was wild and relentless, determined to get off inside the faggot’s cunt. He pushed Randy’s hand off his own clit and took over the milking. Randy felt the cum crawl back into his balls at the change and he concentrated to get back to the edge and be ready to orgasm for Chris.The whimpering coming from Randy must have sounded so pathetic to all the men observing the faggot. Taking his friend’s cock while having his own dick milked. Unable to quite reach orgasm from all the stimulation despite how desperately he wanted to cum.

    “Oh god, oh please,” Randy panted, the whimpers sounding like a puppy desperate for attention, “I am so close, Sir.”

    “Cum for me, faggot,” Chris demanded, “Shoot that worthless load.” 

    On that command, Randy’s body convulsed as if he was having an orgasm but nothing came out except a small dollop of cum that plopped on his tongue. He whined and moaned and tried to fuck Chris’ fist gripping his clit while Chris fucked his ass. His balls actually ached and his dick seemed as if it would shoot at any moment, but nothing happened. He moaned in frustration as the orgasm continued to allude him.

    He felt Chris’ thick cock spasm in his cunt and the hot cum firing off into his pussy just a moment before Chris shouted and groaned, pumping his load into his faggot. As Chris forced his cock in even deeper and drained his seed into his bitch, Randy felt like he suddenly had to piss and his clit began to pour cum out in a stream. It wasn’t shooting out of his cock like it did when he ejaculated, instead it had been milked out of him.

    “There we go,” Chris moaned, while the men in the room cheered him on while watching Randy struggle, “Good boy.” 

    As soon as the cum began to spill from his clit, Chris removed his hand and stopped all sensation, frustrating Randy even more. He reached up and took his cock in hand to stroke it desperately, but there was no orgasm to be had for him. He could feel Chris still dumping his load into his pussy, as cum drooled out and coated his tongue and face. Randy was nearly in tears of both frustration and joy. He could feel Chris’ still hard cock pulsing inside him, having finished emptying his balls into the faggot. He had finally been fucked and bred by Chris and he was happier than he’d been in awhile.

    “Did that feel good, faggot,” Chris asked, extracting his cock, at which point another small glob of cum spurted out of Randy’s clit into his mouth, “Ah, look at your little orgasm. Swallow all that cum for me like a good boy.”

    Randy did as told and swallowed the watery fluid that had filled his mouth. He grimaced at the taste. Chris stepped back and Randy was allowed to lower his body to the mattress and lay flat on his back. He could feel some of Chris’ cum seeping out of his loose cunt, as he stared up at the man who he had wanted for so long to fuck him.

    “That was the last time you will cum like a man by masturbating yourself,” Chris informed Randy, smirking down seeming to understand that what Randy had just achieved was nothing close to an orgasm, “From this point forward, you are not to touch that useless fag dick. Understood? From now on, you only get milked. You are my faggot and everyone here knows it. And now that I’ve bred you, I think it’s only appropriate that the rest of the men get a chance.” 


    Note from the author:

    As always, thank you for those who have written me to let me know you wanted the story to continue. I apologize for the huge gap since the last chapter. I am dealing with struggles in many aspects of life that left me not feeling inspired to write. Even still, I continued to think about what I imagined would happen in the story and just recently felt ready to get back to it. I hope you enjoy and feel it was worth the wait. I will start immediately on the next chapter.

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  • A Forbidden Harvest

    Two days ago

    The drive to work took entirely too long. I was in the car for a solid seventy minutes and I spent the bulk of the time inching forward, one car length at a time. I seriously considered taking the car pool lane to make sure that I could get to work on time and I was more than willing to accept any ticket that came my way. The 5 freeway was always a mess, particularly where it joined with the 805. I never understood why we even had an office when everyone could work remotely. The proof of that lay in the success my company experienced during the pandemic. Not a single deadline was missed, and our revenue shot through the roof.

    Lucky for me, my off-ramp was relatively free of commuters this morning. The right turn onto the road that leads to my office was free of obstructions and I slid right into my preferred office parking space.

    Work was extraordinarily quiet today. I banged out the code I was working on, checked everything in, and headed out to lunch. I’ve always been fortunate in that I’ve never had to work very hard for anything and my career and personal life blended together nicely.

    Steph and I were meeting for lunch to go over the details of how we were going to split up everything. We purchased a home together several years ago and needed to chat about what we were going to do with it. I’d be fine if he wanted to buy me out. Everywhere I look in the house I see him.

    We’d been together since our junior year in college and to be perfectly honest, I’d never known anyone else. He was my best friend for as long as I could remember, and as a romantic partner, he was nothing short of spectacular.

    We started growing apart as he became more and more successful in his career. Steph had a penchant for marketing – it’s part of the reason why I fell in love with him. He could captivate a room with his ability to speak and his looks absolutely demanded the copious amounts of attention he received from all angles. I was struggling to imagine my life without him. Sadly, he made it very clear in the last few weeks that we were done.

    It certainly didn’t happen overnight, and I share part of the blame for the situation we found ourselves in. Steph started spending more and more time in the office after his last promotion and I threw myself in to my work. Date night went from once a week to once a month, finally dropping off the calendar altogether.

    I pulled in to the restaurant we both decided on. I saw his 66 mustang in the parking lot, and it made me mad. That damn car was a thing a beauty. I knew, because I helped him restore it. It still had the baby blue color we both decided on – after all, that was the original color and we both decided if we were going to do the restoration, we would do it right.

    I’m pissed at this point. I didn’t want to see his face. I didn’t want to even have this conversation. At this moment in time, I don’t even know why I was here. Fuck him.

    I didn’t need to explain myself and I didn’t need to have this conversation.  He could have all my shit. Possessions are utterly irrelevant at the end of the day, and we didn’t have anything I wanted so terribly that I was willing to give him the dignity of arguing over.

    I walked into the restaurant with the most confidence I’ve ever had. I rolled around the corner, passing by the mousy little woman that desperately wanted me to pay attention to her. She made eye contact with me for the briefest of moments and knew at that moment I wasn’t going to engage her, or even give her any attention whatsoever. She let me pass without giving me any resistance thankfully. I’m pretty sure she didn’t have the time to deal with my shit, and at that moment I desperately appreciated her apathy.

    He saw me before I saw him, and he knew at that moment that this was not going to be his game. I had him.

    I made my way to his tiny ass little table purposefully, pausing only the briefest of moments before I tucked my body into the bench opposite him.

    “Hey Steph”, I said without a terrible amount of emotion.

    I was confident in that moment that he was expecting me to show some sort of emotion, any emotion in fact. That was definitely not on my list of things I wanted to share with this fucker. I was mad – no, I was bullshit, and I wasn’t going to give him anything, and he deserved nothing.

    He looked at me as if he was going to say something, almost as if he was willing to give an apology. I had spent three years of my life with him, through thick and thin, through his bullshit with work, his boss, his ‘friends’.

    Without even thinking, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my key ring, and slowly began to wind my key off the ring. He was about to say something. I didn’t give him the opportunity and I bet he was thankful. As the key slid off, I firmly laid it on the table between us.

    He made a significant amount of eye contact with me in that moment. It was the most he’d looked at me in weeks. After a short pause, all he could muster was this ridiculous statement.

    “Thomas, I’m not really sure what to say.”

    I stared at Steph for an agonizing amount of time. I’m not really sure what happened in that moment, but something came over me and I flicked the key across the table.

    “Look Steph”, I said with more rage than I figured I would ever be able to muster.

    “I’m not sure how we got here, but I’m ok with it. As a matter of fact, I’m more okay with it than I have ever been. I don’t understand. How you left hurt me more than anything you can understand.”

    Steph tried to stop me from continuing and held up his hand to preempt my diatribe. I was having none of it.

    “Here’s your key. Along with it, I’m going to let you know one thing. I will never let you hurt me again.”

    I didn’t have to let him know in any more words. Just as I knew, he knew in that moment that we were done. I didn’t even know why I was so angry, so damn profoundly angry.

    I didn’t give him the opportunity to stop me. I stood up, I slapped a twenty dollar bill on the table, and I left. I chuckled just a bit as I did as I didn’t even know if he ordered a drink. I just wanted to make sure he knew that I paid for whatever he ordered. The last tab I’d ever pay for that son of a bitch.

    Laughter was all I could possible muster at that moment. I seriously couldn’t stop myself from giggling as I exited the restaurant. The situation from my perspective was ridiculously silly.

    I was supposed to go into that restaurant and solve a problem. If anything, I exacerbated it. In that moment, I needed him to understand my anger, my rage. Fuck Steph. Fuck the life we had built. None of it mattered. Nothing we did had actually ever mattered.

    I rushed to my car, flailing with my key fob as I desperately attempted to open my car door before I expected him to chase me out. With a simple click my car door unlocked and I seamlessly slid into the driver seat. I paused only briefly to see if Steph chased me out of the restaurant, hoping he would. He didn’t.

    I could see his figure from behind my windshield. He barely moved. He just sat there. Staring out the window towards the parking lot not even seeing me in my car.

    I drove away as fast I could, as angrily as I could so he would know. Was it overly emotional? Was it stupid? Who cares.

    I knew I needed some sort of relief. I knew I needed to avoid this emotional experience, whatever this was.

    It had been five years since I had drunk myself into oblivion and just as many years since I had been reckless enough to try to pick up someone but I was going to do it tonight.

    It didn’t take much to find my way to my old favorite dive. I tore ass up the freeway weaving in and out of traffic until I landed on the exit I knew. Finding a parking spot was easy at this time of night. It was barely dark and I knew my favorite bartender wouldn’t be on duty for another couple hours, if she even worked here still. After all, it had been a couple years before I had been here.

    I got out of my car and slammed the door, still pissed off after my encounter with Steph. He didn’t even say anything or do anything. If anything, that pissed me off even more.

    I yanked open the door to the bar – it was surprisingly heavy with a small shiny metal handle on the left hand side and it made a grinding noise as it opened.

    I recognized the smell immediately as I entered. It smelled of stale beer, peanuts, and sweat and it was fucking glorious. I spent a ton of time here in college. In fact, it was where Steph and I met the first time.

    It was an unusual bar as it catered to all sorts of folks. It was right off the 78 freeway which was a corridor for all sorts of folks. I’d seen cops, truckers, students, businessmen, drunks – it didn’t matter. This establishment was equally close to a Sheriff station, a 7-11, a Cal State University, and an amazing little Mexican hole in the wall restaurant that all the locals adored. Everyone in the establishment was looking for something and no one passed judgment.

    I didn’t recognize any of the bartenders when I rolled in. I wasn’t surprised. It had been more than a few years.

    I swaggered up to a bar stool and plopped my sorry ass down and motioned for the bartender. He was younger than I remember most of the bartenders being here and was hansom as hell. He took notice of me and made his way over, grabbing a towel from behind the bar and throwing it over his shoulder.

    “What can I get ya?”, he asked nonchalantly.

    “Vodka, soda, lime, double.”, I replied.

    I wasn’t going to flirt with the bartender. He was clearly early twenties and I probably had about eight years on him. I’ve never been into men younger than me and I learned a long time ago to never shit where you eat.

    He poured my drink like he hated the owner and I guzzled it down before he finished pouring my next door neighbor’s drink.

    “Troubles brother?”, he asked?

    I looked over at him, surprised that someone even paid me notice, especially this early in the day.

    “Nope. No worries here. I’m good.”, I said.

    I gave him a curt smile. He was attractive for sure, but there was something off about him. He was young, but he had what only I could declare as ‘old eyes’.

    “Doesn’t look that way from my perspective.”, he said. “You look like you have some troubles.”

    I came here for a reason. This young man was paying attention to me, and at this moment I needed it.

    I picked up my drink and swiveled my seat so I could see him better.

    He was clearly in his early twenties and was attractive as fuck. I had him by about thirty or forty pounds and was way more muscular. His lithe figure was attractive as hell and I knew I wanted him.

    “Hey brother, can I help you with your worries? Maybe buy you a drink?”, he asked?

    I’ve always been the one to buy the first drink. I’ve always been the man in this situation, but for some reason, I acquiesced.

    “Sure”, I said. I was into this guy. I didn’t know if he was into me or if he just knew I needed an ear.

    “What you having?”, he asked.

    “I’ll take whatever you are giving me”, I said with a smile.

    “Vodka soda, two limes”, he hollered at the bartender.

    Holy shit. He knew my drink. This was definitely a sign.

    I smiled at him profusely as the bartender poured my drink.

    “Close it?”, asked the bartender.

    “Negative. Keep it open.”, my stranger exclaimed.

    This was definitely going to get interesting I mused. We were close enough to Oceanside and Camp Pendleton where this boy could be a marine. I’ve dated a few marines before but this one had confidence and wasn’t afraid to be himself.

    “Where you from originally?”, I asked.

    “Tennessee”, he replied without skipping a beat.

    I stared at him fondly. It was dark in the bar, but I could definitely tell that he was a blondie and had hazel eyes.

    “You wanna play some pool?”, I asked.

    “Sure. I’ll pay for the first round.”, he said.

    I smiled at him and knew at this moment we were going to leave the bar together.

    The pool table was pretty much shit. It was old as hell and all the cues were ancient. I struggled to find a chalk and eventually found one under the table. I grabbed my cue and chalked it, as slowly and sensually as I could.

    I wanted this man. He was incredible. Smaller than me for sure but boy did he have an air of confidence I’d never seen on a man. He smirked at me as I leaned over the table to take my first shot. It was almost as if I won the lottery – my break was amazing. I landed two stripes on the initial shotand he gave me a big smile.

    As I walked around the table, I noticed that he had the most amazing bubble butt I’d ever seen. He was wearing jeans with a tucked in unprinted blue shirt. As I circled the table I realized that he was wearing cowboy boots. I chuckled a bit as I lined up my next shot. I hadn’t seen cowboy boots in this bar in years. This kid was bold, and he knew what he wanted.

    “Hey, I’ma grab a pitcher of beer.” he hollered over the music that just started playing from the digital juke box in the corner of the room. “What do you want?”, he asked?

    I glanced at the tabs on the bar and hollered, “Modelo”.

    He nodded and took off toward the bar. This kid was pretty damn amazing. I wasn’t used to being the one that had to pay. Usually, anyone his age I would be paying for.

    He came back with a pitcher and two glasses. He studiously poured both drinks and handed me mine. I graciously took it and toasted him placing my drink on the pool table.

    As it was my turn, I took a shot, chugged a swig, and slammed my beer down on the pool table.

    He smiled at me, took a slug from his beer and took a shot. The mother fucker knocked his first ball in, followed it up with a second, and then sunk a third ball in.

    He paused only for a moment, gave me a smile, and proceeded to line himself up to knock in a fourth ball.

    “Fuck off”, I exclaimed.

    He briefly paused, smiled at me, and sunk his fourth ball. As he lined up to sink his fifth ball, he smirked at me, didn’t even look, and shot. It sunk.

    I knew he only had two more balls, and for some stupid reason I decided to save face by rolling up to the bar and ordering another pitcher.

    The bartender hooked me up with another pitcher of Modelo, and didn’t even ask me for a card seeming understanding that it was on his tab.

    I walked back to the pool table with the pitcher with a grin on my face as my pool partner was chalking his cue.

    “So, what’s your name Mr. Pool Shark”, I asked?

    He smiled at me with a big ole’ grin. “Trevor”

    “Nice to meat you Trevor”, I shouted over the music and the loud roar of the bar as folks had started to roll in.

    With a simple nod, Trevor shot another ball into the corner pocket. With that, he smiled at me, and without looking he took another shot at the corner pocket, this time with his last ball. It missed.

    “Hah!”, I exclaimed.

    I looked at him, he appeared upset on the miss as I lined up for my first real shot. I grabbed the chalk off the table, chalked up my cue, and took aim.

    It was a hit. I sunk three more balls before I missed.

    I poured myself a beer from the pitcher and downed it. I wish I had paid attention to that moment more clearly. He was chalking his cue as I drank it down but damn, did he smirk at me. I knew he was going to win at that moment, I just didn’t understand how clearly that he would.