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So, I had just bottomed for the first time. I went home that day from Brock’s and thought about the whole night. It was an amazing night and Brock was a really great guy, although he did send a lot of mix signals. He flipped back and forth between being an asshole and being a romantic.

The assholes are what I was used to. I never cared about the attitude of the dude I was boning as long as the guy was hot and fuckable. I tended to be an asshole right back at them, both of us knowing it was about sex, not feelings. And I thought that was what last night was; two hot dudes just getting off. But it turned out to be more than that, at least for him. His behavior this morning made my head spin. Of course, I’ve had dudes fall in love with me after one night of intense fucking. Brock just didn’t strike me as that type of guy.

Well, the chances of us meeting again where extremely thin. I didn’t even have his number. We didn’t exactly hang out in the same circles. That house party was a fluke. He seemed like he didn’t want to be there as much as I didn’t want to be there. I’ll just move on to the next dude.

I went about my day as usual. I got coffee at my favorite coffee house, worked out, studied a little bit. It was a lazy Saturday.  Quite frankly, my asshole was sore. I felt it every time I sat down or walked. I was distracted during my workout because I kept feeling it and then that would remind me that I got fucked.

However, each time I felt that soreness made me think of Brock. And every time I thought of Brock I kept thinking about his glowing blue eyes, his lantern jaw, and the way he looked at me during sex. The things he said to me. The stuff about him being my man. The way he called me cowboy. Sexy as fuck. I kept fingering my hole when I was at home during the day, thinking of Brock and how good his cock felt in my ass. Luckily, Rowan was gone all weekend, so I had the whole apartment to myself.

I had a paper to finish before Monday, so I didn’t plan on going out. I was actually pretty serious about my studies. I needed quiet with no distractions so that’s why I moved out of the frat house. That and the fact that I kept having sex with a few of my frat brothers. That was distracting when you get to fuck ass almost any time of the day with fuckbuddies living in the rooms next door.

I decided to take a break and get some coffee. I threw on some nice snug jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap and made my way to the coffee house across the street from my apartment. Like a usual Saturday night, it was busy with kids letting loose on the weekend. Some on computers, some just sitting around bullshitting. I ordered and waited at the end of the counter for my coffee.

I glanced around the shop and noticed a group of guys sitting by the corner window. I could tell they must have been in an Ag Fraternity. They were all wearing ball caps or cowboy hats, (Cowboy, huh) beat up cowboy boots, t-shirts and from the looks of another guy that just sat down at their table, skintight Wranglers, God’s gift to a nice ass. These were the students who came from rural America, farmers, ranchers, or rednecks in general. The thing about rednecks is that they were all usually pretty fit, athletic, and straight as an arrow. But they were always attractive under those hats.

The dude who just sat down was a big boy. His t-shirt was way too tight, and his Wranglers looked painted on. He had the most muscular ass on him.  His traps were thick, and his waist was small. He wore a red ball cap, the bill sat low over his eyes. His curly jet-black hair creeped out from under the edges of the hat. The boots had a nice 2-inch heel, so they made his ass stick out. I love fucking a redneck who kept his boots on during sex. It’s just hot seeing muscular legs up in the air with big leather boots with pointed toes aimed at the ceiling. Note to self: I think I may have a boot fetish.

The barista called my name, and I took my coffee. The redneck boys were all sitting next to the condiment bar. I stepped over to grab a sleeve and I casually looked over at the gorgeous redneck and low and behold, he was looking at me. I held the eye contact and so did he for a little too long. He slightly lifted the bill of his cap so I could see his eyes. I decided to sit outside at a table right next to their window. I positioned myself so he could see me. He watched me sit down. We kept stealing glances for a long time. Eventually, I nodded a hello at him. He slowly discreetly nodded back.

After what seemed like forever, the five guys all got up and headed out the door, all except my hot redneck. I watched the group of hot country boys cross the street towards the school. Seconds later, my redneck boy came out of the door and shyly eased his way to my table. He looked around and I thought he was going to have a breakdown with how nervous he was. It was too cute, even for a big dude like him.

I smiled at him and gestured with my head to come over closer. “Have a seat,” I said politely.

“Ok,” he replied as he pulled the chair out and sat down. He kept looking around nervously.

“I’m Landon.”

“Colt,” he said. Oh my god, what a hot name. It fit him perfectly too. A name you’d expect a redneck rodeo boy to have.

“I assume you go to school here?” I asked.

“Yeah. Agricultural Economics.”

I smiled. Of course, that was his major.

“Sweet. Architecture,” I said back. He nodded his head silently.

“Not hanging with your buds tonight?” I said while giving him my sexy bedroom eye stare.

He shrugged his big shoulders and shook his head. “Not anymore.”

“Lucky me.” I smirked. He gave me a tight-lipped smile.

I leaned forward so I could speak more quietly. I didn’t need everyone hearing our conversation.

“You’re fucking hot, bro,” I said before biting my bottom lip.

He looked at me, frozen for a few seconds. He cleared his throat. “You are too. Really hot.”

I watched him squirm which was cute. His big biceps strained his t-shirt sleeves. They were like round softballs. His pecs were like two round pillows stuffed into his shirt. He had a couple of days worth of stubble on his wide jaw. His eyes were chocolate colored, almost black. I felt a little tinge of something as he scanned my body. He has the same look Brock had on his face last night in bed. It was sultry, intense. We stared quietly at each other just taking in all the muscle and testosterone between us.

He finally broke eye contact, looking down at his scuffed cowboy boots. “So, look, man.” He took a deep breath and looked up at me. “I don’t do this very often. I mean, I know what I’m doing and all… with a dude. I just don’t get the opportunity. My boys are always with me and it’s hard to get away. Tonight, I told them I was going over to some girls place to hang out.”

I chuckled. “Dude, I get it. I know how to play the game. It’s all good.”

He nodded his head, and I could feel he was a little more at ease. “But when I saw you, and you looked at me, dude, I knew I had to meet you.”

Damn, this guy was cute. His face was blushing. I kept watching his corded forearms flex. His quads were even flexing under those extremely second skin jeans. He was just all thick dense muscle. I bet he weighed 210 to 220, but lean and ripped. I wanted to see him naked, and I wanted to feel him on top of me, the weight of him. Suddenly, that made me think of Brock. I reminded me that it wasn’t even 24 hours since I’d been fucked by another big muscle dude.

“Well, we’ve met,” I said. “What’s next, Colt?”

He smiled an almost devious smile. “I think you know what’s next, Landon.” Suddenly he had become less shy.

I lowered my voice even quieter, leaning in closer. “Yeah? Wanna head back to my place and fuck?”

“I could fuck,” he said very cool and calm.

“Could you BE fucked?” I countered back.

He looked at me and smirked. “I could be whatever you wanted, you big fucker.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I live across the street. My roomie’s gone.”

“Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”

We got to my apartment and before I could shut the door, he was all over me. We latched together and attached our mouths together and tasted the other one. I felt up his back, his traps, his lats. I could feel him rubbing his hands over my upper body, making approving sounds as we kissed. I was ready to fuck the shit out of this redneck boy. I felt his ass and it was like two melons trapped in denim.

Then something happened. He cupped my ass and squeezed. “Such a hot ass, bro,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck. “Damn, fucking hard.”

The way he touched me; the way he squeezed my ass made my hole twitch. His fuck talk in my ear made me think of Brock. He enveloped me in his big arms and held me tight. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him again. His hands traveled back to my ass, and he massaged it. Once again, I felt a twitch.

“Fuck, Landon. You’re fucking ass, bro. I thought I had a nice ass. Yours is a fucking work of art.”

I thought I was going to be dizzy. This big muscular hunk was raving about my butt and the more he did, the more I remember what it felt like to have cock stuffed in it.

“Take off your fucking clothes,” he demanded. He stripped as I did. We crashed into each other with our mouths. Our hard cocks smashed against each other. His waist was so small, and his shoulders were so wide. It was a hot contrast. God, he had a hot body.

I started to feel smaller for some reason. I was just as built as he was but for some reason, I felt sexier when he had his huge arms wrapped around me. He must have sensed it because he was getting more aggressive.

He pulled back. “We gonna fuck or what, pretty boy?”

I recoiled, forgetting that I told him I was going to fuck him. But now, I wanted him to fuck me.

“Hey, I know I told you I wanted to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” he said looking at me suspiciously like I was about to bolt.

“I want you to fuck me.”

This time he flinched and then grinned. “Oh really? Why the sudden change of mind?”

I shrugged while I felt up his biceps. “I don’t know. I just have that… itch.”

“Wow. Here I thought you were all Mr. Alpha, smooth and cocky.”

I shrugged again, not knowing what to say.

“I guess I can admit now that was my intension all along,” he said. He sneered at me, a cocky one.

“What was?”

“To fuck you, pretty boy.”

I looked at him confused. “Wait. No, I was going to fuck you.”

“That’s what I made you think. I just needed you to take me somewhere to fuck.”

For some reason, what he was saying made my dick harder and my ass hungry.

“So, you do do this a lot then,” I stated with the revelation.

He scoffed. “Dude, I score so much ass. I eat pretty boys like you for breakfast.

Colt had morphed into a completely different guy. No longer the shy, blushing red neck. He was now a cocky, arrogant son-of-a-bitch. Funny, he reminded me of Brock.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew what I wanted for sure. I thought I was going to get some ass but now I was going to get some dick. Whatever Brock did to me, whatever he did inside of me, he changed me.

“I bet you do.”

“Fuck, you are a fucking pretty muscle boy, dude,” he said tweaking my nipple. I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. “I want to see you take my cock.”

My heart jumped. “Yeah? I’ll take your fucking cock,” I said with confidence.

“Nice,” he hissed before he kissed me again. He pushed me down on my back and crawled between my legs while me made out. It was a different sensation to be roughed up whereas Brock was gentle, romantic. But this was good too. Why not try out everything I can?

I reached up and grabbed some lube off the side table. We were still making out while I applied some lube to his cock and then to my hole. He moaned into my mouth when he felt my sticky hand stroke his cock. He pulled away and grinned.

“Good boy. Slick me up,” he said as he nudged his cock against my hole. I instantly spread my legs out, ready for entry.

He looked down and then back to me. His eyes were intense, his face like stone. “Fuck yeah, pretty boy. Spread those whore legs out for me.”

My dick was rock hard. I spread as wide as I could. I got excited when the handsome farm boy called me whore.

He stared into my eyes as he pushed into me. My eyes burst open wide and then my mouth opened with a groan. He grinned. “Love to watch a dude’s face when I stick my cock in him.”

I was breathing deep, getting used to the pain. He continued so slowly slide in until he was all the way in. He paused and kissed me.

“Fuck, Colt,” I said breathless. “Huge fucking cock.”

“I know, right?” he grinned again. “Perfect for slutty dudes like you.”

He began to pull out and slide in. My face was contorted getting use to the feeling of being completely full. Colt was so fucking sexy. The cocky smile on his face while he fucked me faster and harder. My legs were still spread, I was holding them up by the back of my knees.

“There you go, stud,” he growled. “Fucking take my cock. Fucking hot pretty boy taking my cock.”

He then took hold of my ankles and held them out. “Fucking strong legs. Bro. Big legs.”

I was grunting and groaning, feeling up his chest and his abs. “You’re so hot.”

That made him pump faster. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and leaned down, my knees touching my chest. I closed my eyes and pictured Brock. His muscular body resting on mine, his sweet kisses making me feel special.

Colt attacked my mouth, which turned into a tongue wrestling match. He had his hands cupping the back of my head as he slammed into my ass. I like it. I liked looking up and seeing this fucking stud owning my hole.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Going to mess you all up inside.” His face was red and sweating.

I closed my eyes because it felt so good. He knew what he was doing, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, cum inside me, Brock. Do it!”

“Who the fuck is Brock?” he said with an abrupt stop.

I opened my eyes in surprise. Shit! I said Brock’s name? “No one, dude. Keep fucking me,” I told him out of breath.

He looked at me with an angry glare. “Did you just call out another dude’s name with my dick in you, bro?”

“Colt, please, dude. Don’t stop, man.” I pleaded with him.

He continued to look down at me, anger still on his face mixed with hurt feeling. I had to rescue this situation.

“You’re so fucking hot, Colt. You’re the hottest dude I’ve ever been with,” I lied. Brock was hands down hotter. He continued to look uncomfortable. “Colt, dude. Your cock is so fucking big, man. Cum inside me, bro!”

He looked at me unsure.

I grabbed the back of his head and brought it down, eye to eye. “I’m your bitch, Colt. I’m your fucking pretty boy bitch!”

His eyes got big, and he recoiled a bit at the new information. He started to fuck again. “Yeah? You’re my bitch?”

I nodded my head rapidly feeling his fuck get faster. “I’ll aways be your fucking bitch, Colt. Please, cum in me.” I was willing to say anything at this point to get his cum in my gut. I don’t even know what I was saying. I was under a damn spell, wanting nothing but to feel this alpha’s sperm swimming inside me.

“You’re my fucking bitch. I always cum in my bitches!” Then he grunts and slams inside and ejects a huge warm load of jizz. I felt it shoot and his cock expand. It was amazing.

I stroked my cock only a couple times and I shot my load on my face. He chuckled and then licked my cum off my face and fed it to me on his tongue. I happily took it and swallowed.

“Sick, dude. Love watching you eat your own cum. Fucking slutty, bro,” he said while wiping more cum off my forehead.

I was out of breath and exhausted. Colt was still between my legs, his cock still inside me. Obviously, he was one of those guys who stayed hard for a long time, but I didn’t care.

“How’d you like that ass, bro?” I asked as I massaged his muscular quads, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He shook his head with a grin. “Landon, bro, prime, Grade-A muscle ass. The best kind there is. I told my buddies you were going to be an awesome fuck.”

“Your buddies know you’re into dudes?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. Not a big deal. They were taking bets whether I could get you in the sack.”

I laughed and shook my head. That made me happy, proud of myself. Happy to have pleased him.

“Your cock is a fucking club, dude. So big and thick. I didn’t know if I could take it.”

He looked at me with a head tilt. “You don’t bottom very often, do you?”

I gazed at him, and my pause told him I hadn’t. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Dude? Really?” he asked surprised. “You’re fucking good at it AND you begged to be bred. How many times have you bottomed for a dude?”

I hesitated again before saying shyly, “Twice counting this time.”

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me. “Fuck off, bro. You’re lying to me.”

“Nah, bro. I’ve only done it once.”

“Must have been fucking good to make you want to do it again.”

I nodded. “Yeah. It was pretty spectacular.”

“Brock?” he asked more like a statement.

I nodded my head. “Yeah. Some dude I hooked up with at a house party off campus.”

He nodded. “Nice, bro. My favorite hunting grounds.”

“He was with his girlfriend. Dumped that bitch at the party and went back to his place and fucked.”

Colt held out his fist for a bump. “Dude! You snagged a straight guy. Sweet!”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he was straight, but he was at least bi.”

“Aren’t we all, bro?” Cold laughed. “We’re all fucking bi at this age. Got to check out what’s out there.

I just nodded my agreement.

“So, you going to hook up with him again?” His cock was hard again, and he was slowly swiveling his hips which made my hard too.

“Nah, I don’t even have his number.” I gasped because he just gave me a quick jab into my gut.

“Is he hot? I bet he is,” Colt asked.

I nodded my head. “So hot.”

“Big dick?”

“Uh huh.” I spread my legs wide.

“Did he fuck you hard, bro?”

“Deep,” I replied.

“Fucking stud, huh? Now it’s all you want. A big stud to gush inside you.”

He started to fuck me with long strokes. I grunted and sighed.

“Big fucking red neck like me, big muscles holding you down and cunting you out.”

Oh, holy shit, that was hot. What a fucking stud. My mind flashed to Brock again. I couldn’t get his face out of my head. Why do I keep thinking about him? I like the way this guy is fucking me but there was something about Brock and his attentiveness to me and my comfort. He wanted me to feel good. Colt just wanted to get off and treat me like a bitch. I don’t know. I wish I had more experience doing this bottom thing to have a better frame of reference. I think I’m more like Colt when I top, fuck’em and forget’em. I guess I’m getting a taste of my own medicine as the bottom. Brock was cocky as fuck and kind of a dick at first. By the end of the night, he was downright sweet and romantic, which is a new thing for me. But man, did I love this big hulking redneck inside by ass right now. Big and muscular is the way I like them.

“I’ll take you anyway you want to give it to me, fucker,” I answered with a growl.

Maybe that was famous last words because he went on a tear and pounded the crap out of me. He pounded me all night, in every position he could think of. He must have dumped four or five loads in me that night. When he was done with me, he grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

“Gotta go. I need to get a couple hours sleep before the gym. I want to see you again, pretty boy,” he said as he pulled on his tight t-shirt.

I lay there looking up at him, my head resting on my forearm on the pillow. My cock still hard. He picked up his Wranglers and stepped into them. It was amusing to watch him pull and tug them up over his quads and ass. He was struggling hard.

I laughed. “Dude, those jeans are like 8 sizes too small. No wonder you can’t get them on.”

He finally got them up and snapped. “That’s way you’re supposed to wear them, bro. Skintight, shows off the legs and ass. You know you like’em.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like them.” I shrugged and laughed. “Makes me want to get a pair for myself.”

“YOU would look shit hot in these, pretty boy. That big juicy ass would bust the seams,” he smirked a sexy cocky smile.

I winked at him, a big grin on my face. He sat down to put his boots on. “So? I want to see you again, fuck that muscle cunt again.”

Brock flashed through my head again. I wish that would stop. “Just to fuck, right?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I want to fuck you, not date you, dude,” he said nonchalantly.

“Um… ok. Let me put my digits in my phone.”

He handed me his phone and I put in my number. He looked at it and smiled. You put “Cunt” as your contact name?”

“I figure that’s what I am to you, so why not.”

He nodded his head. “I think we’re on the same page.”

He leaned over to me. “Give your man a kiss.” He put his lips on mine. When he said that, it was as if Brock was standing next to the bed watching. “Give your man a kiss.” Brock was my man. Suddenly, I felt guilty for kissing Colt. What if Brock finds out? Wait, how the fuck would he. I don’t even have his number. I’ll never see him again.

Colt grabbed his ball cap and left. His big, beautiful back and ass were the last things I saw before he closed the door.

I rolled over on my side and pulled the sheet up over me. I lay there, calm, and quiet. I could feel Colt’s cum oozing out of my hole. It was still warm. I liked the feeling. I looked over into the mirror that was on the wall across from the bed. My big, tan, musclebound body, my bulbous ass sticking up in the air. I looked at myself and was turned on by the sight. I know, its narcissistic but I like my body. I reached back and rubbed my ass, over my thigh, flexed my tricep. Finally, I ran a finger over my hole through the sheet. The sheet was wet.  I flipped over on my back, raised my legs, stuck my finger in my hole and fingered myself with one hand and jacked off with the other.

“Brock… fuck me, Brock. Fuck me,” I said out loud. I kept saying it until I finally shot a load on my chest, the fifth one in 24 hours.

I went back to sleep and slept until noon. I had an afternoon class, so I got myself up, showered, dressed and out the door. I stopped across the street to grab a cup of coffee. My ass was sore. It felt strange walking around with a sore ass. I felt like everyone was staring, knowing I had got my ass plowed all night.

I grabbed my cup from the barista and turned around where I ran into someone standing behind me.

“Oh fuck, dude. I’m so sor…”  I stopped in mid-sentence. It was Brock.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” he said referring to the first time we met.

“Oh. Hey, Brock,” I mumbled. I didn’t know what to say. I thought about him all night and now he was standing in front of me. God, he was so fucking handsome and big and tall.

“Hi, Landon.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I mean, not that you can’t come here, it’s a public place.”

“You mentioned you come here a lot,” he replied.

I looked at him confused. “Yeah? So?”

He looked around uncomfortably. “I didn’t know any other way to find you.”

“Oh Kay?” He was trying to find me? I thought I made it clear that he didn’t need to find me.

“I saw you here last night and I was going to talk to you.”

He saw me leave with Colt.

“Uh huh.”

“But you left with that guy, so, I thought I would try later,” he said with a sullen tone.

This time I looked uncomfortable. “Yeah. Well, here I am.”

“Look, Landon. Can we talk?”

“I’m going to be late for class. So, no,” I said moving past him.

I walked out the door, Brock close behind. He grabbed my elbow and stopped me.

“LANDON, STOP.” he said sternly.

I looked down at my elbow and then to him. “You have 2 seconds to let go of me or I will punch you in the throat, BROCK.”

He quickly let go. “I’m sorry,” he said even quicker. “I’m sorry,” he said slower and calmer, with regret. “Please, Landon, can we talk?”

“Jesus, Brock. I said no. Stop stalking me. I’ve got to go to class.” I turned and walked away.

I only got a few feet away.

“Cowboy.”

I froze. A shiver went down my spine. Why did he have to say that? I didn’t turn around, I just froze.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I remained silent. I honestly could not move. I couldn’t stop thinking about him either. But I didn’t want this to become anything. I just want to fuck dudes and live my life. I’m not ready for anything serious.

“I want to talk.”

I found my legs and turned around. “Meet me back here in 2 hours.”

A smile appeared on his handsome face. “Ok, Landon. I’ll be here.”

I was sent over seas in the Air Force, my rank is SSgt. Well after getting there, I found there were a lot of men some married and now they have no pussy to fuck, Well my first night in the barracks went to the bathroom saw they had a line of stalls, went to the last stall and sat down, then I saw it, a nice gloryhole.

It was long that someone came in and right to the stall next to me, he sat down and I could see he had a nice cock shaved smooth! Well he started to stroke it, I keep watching! then had to have it i put my finger to the hole and he saw it got up and then his huge fat cock over 8 came was there for me to suck, I sucked and licked and sucked it deep he was moaning then he pull it back and said show me your pussy!

I got up back up and touch it a finger enter my pussy he was moving his finger in and out and pull away his cock was rubbing my pussy now he pushed it in open my pussy he his going deeper and deeper and he was now fucking me faster it was hot felt so good, he fucked and fucked and then went in deep stop and I felt him cumming in my pussy, he pulled out then said thank you and ask if I would like to be fucked again the next night I said yes he said be here at 1am. Well he left and it wasn’t long that another man came in the stall he fucked me too another load in my pussy, that night I was there from 1am to 4am was fucked by atleast 10 horny men. this happen every night, I loved it, they love my pussy I was being fucked by Airman Lts Colonels Majors found out there were a few of us men who took care of the troops with our mouths and pussy

Recap: Nick is a habitual thief who got into the habit of stealing art supplies from his professor to support his online business. Professor Leon catches him and offers to let Nick pay off his debts by working as his assistant. Nick is not ready for everything Professor Leon has in store.

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Honestly, I feel like I got away pretty damn good. I finally got caught for all of my stealing and my punishment is to be my professor’s assistant! I’ll take cleaning nasty paintbrushes over being expelled any day.

It sucks that I have to wake up so early, but like I said – it’s better than the alternative. I make sure to get to his room as early as possible. Most of the classrooms are empty, but Professor Leon has an 8am advanced art class. “Good morning professor.” I say timidly as I enter. I still feel a little bit awkward around him.

“Well good morning, Nick. You’re right on time!” It looks like he just finished setting up a backdrop behind a stool, the same one he was bent over yesterday. He then gestures me to put my things down on a small desk next to him. I guess this is where I’ll be working for the next few months. As I’m getting settled in and putting my backpack down, he turns to me. “Were you athletic in high school, Nick? I know you just graduated.”

“Yeah! I was a swimmer all four years. Pretty good too! I never won a race but I was pretty consistently second or third.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. I had to choose between swim or art and I evidently chose art. But I still go to the gym and I swim whenever I can.” He doesn’t really respond after that. He kind of just fiddles around with papers and adjusts the easels and chairs around the room while the class starts to enter.

The 8am class is surprisingly packed. There are 20 easels and only one is empty. I half listen to Professor Leon as he lectures about anatomy and proportions. But I’m not really here to learn, just to help him out. I’m zoned out for probably 10 minutes on my computer until I hear my name. “Nick… Nick… Nick!” The entire class is staring at me and Professor Leon is gesturing me towards him. “Come on over.” I stand, confused, and walk timidly towards him. While I’m approaching him, he addresses the class. “Alright then, everybody get your sketchbooks out, we’ll be doing some quick practices today to prepare for the next project.” All the guys start rummaging around in their bags or getting up to grab pencils, erasers, and other tools from the supply cabinets.

“What do you need, Professor?” I ask. He turns towards me.

“Well today you are going to be our reference model. So, I need you to take your clothes off.”

“Wh-What?” I genuinely think I misheard him.

“Strip.” Then he points towards the wooden stool and the backdrop.

              Shit. That’s what he has been setting up. That is the next unit for advanced art. Nude studies. I hesitate. Frozen in place as I think of an excuse or any sort of way to get out of this. It seems impossible that he would make me do this. “Professor… you – you can’t be serious!”

He takes a step closer to me and whispers aggressively. “Listen, Nick. I can’t afford nude models this year. Normally I can pay a few jocks from a sports team to pose in exchange for their art credit. But because of you – I can’t. So, you are going to take your damn clothes off, sit on that stool, and give these boys something to sketch.” He doesn’t even sound angry. There’s a deviousness to the aggression in his voice. “You either take those clothes off, or you say bye to Cox University. Which will it be?”

I stare past him for a moment. As if I’m considering the latter option at all. But I can’t get expelled. My parents will ream me for stealing, and suddenly the missing cash from their wallets they complain about so much will all start to point back to me. Not to mention they might not be as generous with paying for my classes and housing. “I’ll do it.”

My eyes wander to the guys around the class. Most of them have set up their easels now and have their pencils or charcoal in hand. I take my shirt off gingerly, feeling oddly exposed being shirtless inside of a classroom. I don’t think I’ve ever even worn a tank top in school. I try to not to look at anybody, and instead try to imagine that I am in this room alone. I undo the drawstring on my Nike shorts. Are my hands shaking? I inhale deeply as I start to pull them lower on my waist. I start to pull them down, first they escape over my bulge, then my thighs, my knees, until they are low enough that I can drop them straight down.

All that stands between me and complete exposure are a pair of red Calvin Klein briefs. The same ones I stole from the mall just a week ago. Ironic. But before I can grab the white waistband, Professor Leon steps in front of me “We don’t have all day.” He grabs the briefs and yanks them straight down my ankles. My eyes widen as my dick suddenly flops out. Straight, gay, bisexual, it doesn’t matter – every guy in this room is staring at my dick.

I step out of my shorts and underwear, bending over to take my socks and shoes off too. My entire body feels stiff. And there is no sensation quite like feeling your balls dangling in front of 19 guys. It almost feels like a hallucination. My mind is so foggy and shocked that this doesn’t feel real. Professor Leon sits me down on the wooden stool. The seat colder than I expected on my bare ass cheeks. Rougher too. He prods at me in a few places. Opening one knee wider, scooting my arm back, tilting my head up. Until finally I’m seated with one foot on the bar of the stool, one extended onto the floor, with a hand on my hip and the other rested on my thigh. But I can barely wrap my mind around anything else. He could stick me with needles and I wouldn’t notice, because I’m too hyper fixated on how exposed my dick is. Its dangling over the seat, and the cold air in the room suddenly makes my balls contract. I have a fair sized flaccid – but the cold air is making it seem way smaller.

“Alright then class,” Professor Leon says so suddenly it makes me shudder “get to work.”

My eyes dart between the clock and the window on the opposite side of the room. If I really don’t look at anyone, I can pretend I’m not here. My breaths start to calm, and I can finally feel my heartbeat start to slow down. Its just art. I think to myself. People do this all the time. There are naked statues in museums. These guys are art majors. They get it!

Maybe this isn’t so bad. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes start to go by. Professor Leon gets up to inspect the guy’s drawings. “Good attention to detail… Nice linework… Maybe pay a bit closer attention to his proportions… You made the penis way too big.” I have to tune him out. It’s pulling me back into reality. Every time I hear his voice it suddenly reminds me how naked I am. Every three seconds its like I’ve just been stripped all over again. Only when I have successfully tuned out the rest of the world do I hear footsteps approaching.

I look up to see Professor Leon and a guy named Ryan walking towards me. Ryan’s got a notepad with him. It’s near impossible to pretend I’m not here now. Ryan is probably the cutest guy in the room. 6’2 with dirty blonde hair and a toned build. He wears baggy clothes, but they do nothing to conceal the bulk of his chest and the plumpness of his arms. “You see, Ryan.” Professor Leon starts, “There are a lot of small details on the body that you’ve got to capture in order to really sell the realism of a nude.” He pokes his finger at my chest. “These shadow under the pecs can’t look too flat, and the highlights on the surface have to convey the curvature.” He trails downwards. “And here the hills and valleys of his abdomen muscles.” He moves his finger between the ridges in my abs. “Notice the stark highlights up at the top compared the darkest darks right beneath them.”

He’s now trailed all the way down to my v-lines. I shiver when his finger lands down in the deep groove. “And here there are a lot of really subtle shadows.” He traces my v-lines all the way down towards where they meet my pubes. His hand is less than an inch from my dick. I feel it tingle a little. “They lead the eye straight to the penis.” He graces the base of my shaft. “Every guy is different, so you have to be careful with the details.” He now fully grabs my flaccid dick between his thumb and pointer finger. I glance up at Ryan, staring intently at my dick with a slight grin on his face. He isn’t taking notes anymore. Just staring.

“You see, Nick is circumcised. So, when he’s flaccid the skin sort of bunches up here beneath the tip.” I focus my mind on my dick. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. “And if I pull the skin back, you can see a lot of the variations in color…” Fuck. I’m getting hard. I try to keep my eyes focused on the wall. But there is no stopping it. He’s practically stroking my flaccid in front of Ryan. “Nick!” The professor says suddenly. “You can’t get hard!” The entire class looks up. My dick is slowly growing in his hand. “That is like changing your pose in the middle of their drawings! They have to have a consistent reference!” He drops it finally. Letting my almost full-mast dick dangle once again between my thighs. My cheeks are warm. In fact, my entire body is pulsing with heat from the humiliation. “Well Ryan, you get the idea.”

I assume it’s over. Ryan sits back down with a devious grin on his face. He looks like he’s hiding laughter. Professor Leon continues to stand in front of me. And only when I look down at his crotch do I notice a massive bulge beneath his khaki pants. The very tip of his cock reaches all the way to the edge of his hips. That’s got to be a seven-inch dick. NO! Don’t look at it. My dick is starting to finally relax. And why is Professor Leon hard anyway? Doesn’t he have a wife? Is he… enjoying this?

He calls over another guy, Craig. And begins the same routine. Tracing the details of my body, all the way down to my dick until it gets hard. “Come on Nick, you’ve got to work with me here and keep it down.” 

“Sorry.” I mumble, grimacing and staring into a wall. Again and again, one-by-one with every guy. He starts at my chest, down to my abs, and then to my penis. And each time, I get a little hard. My face gets hot. And my head feels like it is actually spinning.

“Can you get me a paper towel?” He asks a guy named Eric. “There’s something coming out of Nick’s tip.” Everyone looks over. “Is that precum?” He whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear. There are a few giggles from a few of the guys. You have to be shitting me. I’ve gotten hard and soft so many times that precum is dripping out of my cock. My face has to be as red as humanly possible as he bends down to wipe the tip of my dick. I can feel the sticky liquid transfer onto the rough paper towel. “Much better.”

 

The second hour of the class finally ends. Whose idea was it to make an 8am class a two-hour lecture and lab anyway? I’m cursing whoever scheduled these classes in my head. The guys start to pack up their things and head out. “Bye professor! Have a good day. See you tomorrow, Nick.” Assholes.

But there will not be a tomorrow. There can’t be. I can’t do this again. Finally, when it is just me and Professor Leon in the classroom, I stand up and search for my clothes. Covering my dick with both of my hands. But where are they? They aren’t on his desk or the one with my backpack. “Professor… where are my clothes?” I ask.

“Oh. I put them in one of the lockers for now. Don’t want anyone stealing your things, right?”

“Can I have them back?” I ask, maybe more aggressively than I intended.

He talks to me from across the class as he reorganizes a pencil drawer. “For what?”

“You don’t have another class until 11. And its beginner art anyway.”

“So.” he says matter of fact. “You’ll have to get naked again at one for the next advanced art class. Why go through the hassle?”

“Professor! Come on. I can’t just walk around all day naked. It’s bad enough that you’re making me get naked in front of all these people! I’m sorry that I stole from you but you cant do this to me!”

He shuts the drawer he was organizing and walks over to me. There’s a calmness in his approach. When he reaches me, he stands maybe six inches away. I guess I never noticed how tall he is. It isn’t until I stare up at him that I realize he’s probably about 6’4, towering over my 5’8 stature. “Here is what you need to realize, and realize fast. You fucked me and the entire art department over. So, I don’t really give a fuck if you are uncomfortable.” He suddenly grabs my entire dick and balls in his hand, leaning into my ear. “As far as I’m concerned, I own you right now. And if you’ve got any problem with what I tell you to do. Then you can take it straight to the Dean and explain to him how fucking generous I am for letting you sit here with your cock out in exchange for your entire future.” He squeezes my dick a little harder, it grows a little. “When I tell you to do something – you do it. If I decide you have to be naked all day – you stand there with your cock out and you take it. Do you understand?” I nod. He finally releases my dick. It sticks out far enough to nearly touch his pants. “Good. Then go get the broom and sweep the floor. And when you’re done, you are going to stand behind my desk with your hands behind your back and wait for me to give you further instructions.”

And so, I do. Defeated, I sweep the entire room while on the verge of tears. Each time I bend down to sweep a pile of dirt into the broom pan, I feel the cold classroom air on my asshole. And every trip I make to the trash can, my flaccid dick bobbles between my legs. And when I’m finished, I do exactly as Professor Leon said. I stand behind him, hands behind my back as the class of beginner art students walk in. They look confused and amused. When professor Leon begins his lecture, he explains that I am the nude model for advanced art class and his assistant. Which seems to be a good enough explanation as why there is a naked dude standing around in their class.

For the duration of the class, he has me perform small tasks like bringing him a new dry-erase marker or grab someone a new piece of paper. Cock flopping around in front of another group of college guys. At one point, he drops his eraser as I am walking away and asks me to pick it up. I bend over, and I can practically feel everyone’s eyes staring straight at my bent-over asshole. I stand and hand him the eraser. And when I turn back around, one guy, a freshman in his first semester is slipping his phone back into his pants. Did he just take a picture of my asshole with my balls dangling between my thighs? Another guy, a late start college student who is probably in his thirties is doing nothing to hide his grin as he fingers the tip of his cock through his pants.

I cant do this.

Occasionally, i enjoy the afterburn and emotional ride and release of a sound flogging. Finding a dominant man willing to give me what i need and then some has always been a challenge, but on a recent nights out at a local bar, i met someone that fit the bill. He was a white bear, 58 or 59, thick head of salt & pepper hair with a thick graying beard, hairy leather daddy. He spotted me leaning against the bar and immediately had me pegged as a submissive. 

He strolled up next to me, his large and tall frame had me trembling as he snickered and said, “how’s it going, boy?” and after a long, flirty, conversation, i finally admitted to him that i would welcome the opportunity to submit fully to him, and soon. I showed him some of my past beatings and he was impressed. He and i made plans to meet after work during the week. And now…the story…

I neglected to share in my opening paragraphs that master jerry disclosed his preferred weapon of working boys over is a devil’s tail. He says it is great to serve not only as a whip, but also can be used to fuck a hot hole. I was intrigued and said i was anxious to have him show me. we both agreed then and there to meet during the week to ensure we were just talk and no action.

So i anxiously drive home from work to clean out and prep for this date with master jerry, wearing a new jock i purchased from daily jocks, pink pouch with blue waistband and piping. I thought it looked completely faggy and submissive which was the vibe i wanted to give off. satisfied i was primped and smooth in all the right places, i drove over to his place. 

Master jerry answered the door wearing a pair of leather chaps, and a leather vest, opened in the front showing off his hairy body. He wore a riding cap and in curled up in his hand was that devil’s tail. I noticed his furry ass when he turned around to close the front door. 

Master jerry had me follow him to his basement, in a small room, dimly lit was a fuck bench. There were straps, shackles, and a stockade hanging off it. master jerry asked me if i was ready and i nodded excitedly. As i stripped, he gathered some things, like lube, clamps, a small cat o nine tails, and a leather hood. He instructed me to mount the bench. My stomach flat on its surface, he raised it up a notch or two. then he shackled my ankles to the side, adjusting my position in the back so my ass was at the optimal height for maximum impact. Then he opened placed the hood over my head and locked it. other than nose holes, the room went completely dark, i saw nothing. He placed my head in the stockade and then my wrists and closed and secured it. i was completely immobile. 

Master jerry ran his hands over my back and caressed my ass and said my smooth skin will make a beautiful canvass. He said ever since i showed him my photos all he could think about was painting my body with his own strokes (or something along those lines, i was nervous as he spoke). I felt beads of sweat drip from my pits and then he paused. He pulled on my left tit and clamped it, it felt like alligator clamps with the sharp teeth. I moaned into the hood, and then the other tit was clamped. Although my torso was just about flat on the bench, the biting of the clamps was rough, but the saving grace was that the linking chain didn’t have much room to flail about. 

The anticipation was growing inside me. i tried not to tense as he moved that tail over my body from neck to foot. I knew what was coming, i just didn’t know when.  Then it happened, that first stroke, right across the middle of my back. “ohhh ohhh”, i cried out, not because it hurt so much, more because of the surprise element. I wasn’t ready. I was forcing myself to let my mind rest and let it happen rather than trying to anticipate when and where it would happen. It really is a mindfuck. 

Master jerry was very astute and said, “just relax. Let it happen. This is what you wanted…just let go.” his tone and words put me at ease and i fell into a meditative trance. Master jerry then used that tail on my back several blows in a row. he must have moved behind me now because the stings were hitting vertically, the first was horizontal. “mmmmm nice”, he said as i was riding the after shock endorphin rush. 

After admiring his handy work, the tail struck my across my ass, starting at the tailbone working repeatedly horizontal down to the bottom of my bottom. These blows were non-stop and rapid fire succession. My body jerked and i was paralyzed by my confines. The clamps were biting hard, too. 

I heard him drop the tail and he then reached under me and pulled the clamp chain, stretching my nips downward, really tugging on them. I couldn’t believe this was making my dick hard! Then he reached under me and pulled my balls out of the jockstrap and held them in his hand, using the small whip on them. Again my body tried to pull away but i was kept in place, and the more i struggled, the harder master jerry pulled on my nuts and beat them with the whip. He didn’t go lightly. It was glorious, excruciating pain, which is short-lived if you can make it to the other side and feel the sensations of the after burn and glow and the endorphins. I was truly flying now and master jerry knew it. 

Master picked up that devil’s tail and it danced all over my back, my backside, my thighs and ankles, even my feet. Like a masterful artist, i imagined master jerry behind me like a maestro, using the whip to make a beautiful piece of art, creating visible whip marks and turning my pale skin into shades of pink, red, and even blue/purple. I hadn’t been properly whipped in so long, i left forgotten what a release it can be. my eyes were tearing up but the emotional release is cathartic. It’s like the magic of the whip releases all out my anxiety, my stress, and allows me to release this. 

Once we stopped after a good hour or so, i’d lost track of time really, master jerry said i was such a good boy and rubbed my body down. He said my skin looked fantastic, especially the lines across my ass. he said asked if i enjoyed it and through the hood, my muffled mouth uttered, “oh yes, master, i did!”.

Then he said, just you wait to see what else this tail can do. he told me he was spraying it down to make sure it was clean and then he shoved a couple of lube fingers into my asshole. Next thing i know, the handle of the tail is inside me, it slipped right inside me. master jerry began to push it in further, and then, he paused, and i felt him insert the tail end, pushing inside along the base. I liked the way it felt, he began to slowly fuck me with the tail using the middle as a handle! 

I was moaning deliciously as i liked my hole being worked open with this thing! “you want more?” master jerry asked. “oh fuck yeah, give me more”!  My hole was growing hungrier and i was still running on the adrenaline of that whipping. I was ready for anything.  

Master jerry let go of the tail still inside me at both ends and then he pushed his hard cock in along side of it. oh that was sweet. Feeling the heat of his big dick along side the tail was truly exceptional. Then he began to thrust inside me, the tail and his cock at the same time. My eyes rolled back into my head, my cock was insanely hard, my shaft leaking on the bench, wedged between it and my pelvis.

When master jerry took the cat o nine tails to my ass as he fucked me with that devil’s tail, i couldn’t hold back a second longer. Each stroke of that whip caused my cock to jerk under me and the friction was enough to set my cock firing off and a glob of my cum pooled under me, causing the skin of my pelvis become very sticky, 

My orgasm prompted master jerry to cum as well, flooding my pried open hole with his daddy seed. He pulled out, pulled off my hood, and fed me his dick.  Oh man, that was fucking fantastic!  He asked if i liked toys in my ass and if i wanted more. I said definitely yes. i was glad to know we weren’t finished!

Again, the tail remained implanted on both ends inside my hole and then i felt more lube being pushed inside me, followed by an object of some sort. I’d soon learn it was a large butt plug, and i could feel the lips of my ass forming an “o” stretching over and around the widest part of this huge plug, master jerry punching the base through and my hole swallowed it up whole. With it now fully inserted, master jerry had manipulated the ends of the tail so they were at each side. When he began to fuck me with the tail, and that plug inside me fully, it took my breath away. Of course the tail end side was easy to handle, but the left side, where the tail’s handle was inserted was a challenge. That extra insertion took a minute or two to get used to, my hole spasmed until it crowned open more, and for someone like me who enjoys hole play as much as i do, i was on another planet!

Master jerry pulled the plug and the tail out at the same time. Then he reached over and removed the nipple clamps. The initial pain of the blood making their way back to them was hard to handle after being clamped up for so long. But i didn’t have too time to focus on that. Master jerry punched his lubed up fist right into my gaping hole. I yelped out, “oh yeah, ohhh fuck!” that plug was the perfect way to open my pig hole!

I really wasn’t expecting to be fisted that night, but i was helplessly locked up and my gaping hole must have been asking for it. in fact, master jerry would later share that he saw my hole “winking” at him, and he just couldn’t resist. Equipped with non-collapsible meaty paws, master jerry began to punch inside my rectum, only going wrist deep, i imagined my rosebud being beaten to a pulp and my pussy lips swelling as he punished me, now internally.  This was more than i could ask for. 

As his punches became more intense my cock once again grew hard and i had no chance to fight back the ultimate orgasm that followed sending even more cum into that puddle under me. i was now completely exhausted and spent. My body went limp, and my wrists and ankles were beginning to feel strained.

Master jerry wiped my hole down with a warm cloth and then he released me from the bench. He carried me in his arms to the sofa and told me to lie there as he got us some drinks. What i really enjoyed was the conversation after he let me sit for a few minutes. He wanted to know what i was thinking throughout the experience, he wanted to learn more about the emotional release, what felt good, etc. i also asked him to explain the pleasure he derives from inflicting the whip and fisting a hole. It was interesting for us to get into each others minds like that. 

As we talked, in began to feel the stinging marks all over the back of my body. I was anxious to see them. I picked up my things and we went upstairs to his bedroom where he had a full length mirror. I was able to see exactly what he had done, and i was proud of myself to withstand it long enough to reap this reward. I thanked him and hugged him and even joked that i couldn’t wait to get to the gym tomorrow so i could walk around naked!

I dressed and walked gingerly back to my car and tried to sit without too much weight on my butt! Once i was home, i stripped naked again and of course did a closet inspection of my body. Admiring the marks and bruises, no bleeding, but very visible marks and bruises. I’d been through it! I also noticed the alligator clamp bites around my still hard nipples. I began to place them in my fingers and the heightened sensitivity made my dick grow. 

The more i watched myself tweak my tits the more blood flowed down to my cock. I couldn’t resist and i jerked a load into the bathroom sink! 

It was late now so i slumbered into bed naked, closed my eyes, and passed out. i was emotionally and physically spent.

Don’t judge me.  I seduced one of the day laborers working on the maintenance/landscaping crew in my apartment complex…and it was basically my first time. 

 

I’m Patrick, but you can call me Pat.  I used to be in great shape, but things have changed now that I’m 2 years away from 50 and I don’t work out like I used to.  I’m white, 5’9” tall, 200 lbs, and balding. 

 

At 48, things have changed.  For one, I was married to a woman, Pat (Patricia), for 17 years.  And yes, we were Pat and Pat…Patrick and Patricia…  That fact made us the punchline in many jokes along the way.  We got married shortly after college and had a child 3 years into the marriage. 

 

After our daughter came home, it’s like my wife was no longer interested in sex.  I don’t think it was that she necessarily fell out of love with me, but that she was just no longer interested in sex at all. 

 

Changing diapers, being awake all night—all those things contribute to a rocky marriage. 

Over time, things just got worse.  We were basically roommates living in the same house for the benefit of our daughter.  Once she made it to high school and could basically fiend for herself, my wife filed for divorce.

 

During this time, I’d remained faithful.  I mostly jacked off while watching porn or reading erotic stories on Reddit and sites like Literotica. 

 

Eventually, I noticed I was being turned on by the men in the videos.  There was something about hard abs, a big cock plowing pussy, and the overall sexuality of the male body.

 

Fast forward and I now live alone in a one-bedroom apartment in a pretty sketchy part of town.  It’s not necessarily “the hood,” but it’s far from the suburbs where I lived with my wife before she got the house in the divorce.

 

I’d been having curious urges.

 

I ended up finally checking out some gay porn using the incognito tab option on my laptop so my history wouldn’t show up, or autosuggested domains reveal this secret growing inside of me.

 

I wanted to experiment.  Bad.

 

One afternoon I was off from work sitting at my desk watching porn when I noticed the crew of guys working outside on the landscaping and some exterior construction touch ups around the gutters and soffit.  They show up just about every other week on Wednesdays to cut the grass like clockwork.  It’s the same crew that works maintenance on the complex that is basically falling apart.  It’s pretty clean, so I don’t complain because the rent is so cheap.  I had a leak near a window and a toilet that never flushes on the first go. 

 

The boss is a white guy about my age who usually sits in his big chevy crew cab truck with the windows up in the AC while the crew, about 5 latino men, do the real work.

 

These men are hot.

 

Each of them has a natural rugged masculinity about them.  Two of them are working with their shirts off.

 

OMG.  I’m horny as hell watching them…

 

Then there’s a knock at my door.  I zip up my pants and head to look out the peephole and it’s one of the guys.

“Hello sir, we fix the frame of your window,” he said in broken English.

At first I couldn’t understand what he was saying or asking, but then after a short while I realized he was asking if he and another one of the guys could come in and access the exterior through the inside since they couldn’t reach some of the soffit with the ladder they were using.

 

“Sure,” I reply before the guy goes back to get one of his coworkers.

 

The guy at the door was pretty sexy, but the one he went to get was drool-worthy.

 

Jorge wasn’t that tall, standing at about 5’7 his skin was a tanned reddish copper tone and he was tatted all over his tight stomach, muscled chest and thick neck.  Jorge had a random tattoo on his forehead, and two tear drops under one of his eyes…and the virgin mary across one of his muscular biceps.

 

“Hola,” he said when we made eye contact.  He held out his hand to shake mine, before giving me a quick grin which exposed the missing front tooth in his smile.

 

I’d never felt this way about a man before.

I was sexually attracted to this man.  He was built like a tank wearing no shirt at this point, and jeans that were obviously 2 sizes too big for him.   The fit snug around his massive quads, but were very loose around the waist, so they sagged a little.

I showed Jorge and the guy who knocked to the living room window that they needed to reach. 

 

I couldn’t really understand why they needed to be both inside and outside at the same time, but apparently, they needed to reframe the window.  They both drilled and hammered until they got to a certain point where the other guy went back outside.

 

I stood there with my arms folded watching what they were doing, but mostly watching Jorge’s body as he reached up and over, hammered, and drilled.

 

Occasionally he would turn around and make eye contact with this nervous look in his eyes.

 

As they finished up the rough part of the work, the regular landscapers were done and that left Jorge and the first guy who knocked at the door left.

 

I walked over to where Jorge was up on the ladder, looking up at his washboard abs and the happy trail of jet black hair poking out of the top of his blue and white striped boxers that showed because the waist of his jeans were too big.

 

Once, when he looked down at me from on top of the step ladder, I looked up at him licking my lips seductively.

My heart was beating so fast.

 

Jorge looked away squinting in confusion/disgust.

 

I remained standing there looking up at him as I noticed a print beginning to form in his crotch.

 

He said something in Spanish to the other guy, who started packing up all the remaining tools and scrap pieces of drywall and wood.

 

The other guy thanked me for being patient and said they were done.

 

Damn.  I’d missed the opportunity to fulfill my desires.

 

They both left.

 

I took a quick phone call before going back to my desk to hop back on the porn train when I noticed Jorge and the other guy standing out front by the bus stop waiting.

 

I stood there watching like a voyeur until Jorge started jogging back toward my apartment building.

 

I tracked him walking all the way toward me apartment… even hearing his steps as he approached my door.

 

He knocked.

 

I was already standing at the door, but gave it a few seconds so it wouldn’t seem like that’s what I was doing.

 

I opened the door.

 

“Hey, Jorge,” I said.

 

“Yavez,” he replied.

 

Yavez? I thought to myself…

What the hell is Yavez?

 

I pulled out my phone and went to google translate.

 

Apparently, it wasn’t “Yavez,” but “llavez” which translates to “Keys” in Spanish.

 

Jorge had left his keys. 

 

I opened the door wider to let him in, laughing.

 

I helped look around for his keys to no avail.  Then Jorge started talking again in Spanish.

 

I tried my damndest to break apart what he was saying with my broken Spanish before I opened google translate on my phone once more for him to speak into it.

 

As I handed Jorge my phone to speak into it so that it would translate, his finger apparently opened a google chrome tab that had gay porn on it.  He swiped left and right trying to get back to the translator app before I even noticed it.

 

I was so embarrassed and Jorge shook his head and handed me my phone back.

 

“El bano?” asked Jorge

 

I’m not that good at Spanish, but I knew that was Spanish for “Bathroom.”

I walked Jorge over to the restroom where he walked over to the toilet and started pissing.

 

Jorge must’ve pissed for a full minute!

 

When he went to flush it, there was nothing.  I could hear him flipping the flusher to no avail, so I knock on the door and explain that the toilet is messed up so you have to flush it from inside the tank.

Jorge, speaking no English, continued to flush using the flapper.

I knocked and entered, and there he was.

 

Jorge stood at the toilet with his legs agape so his pants wouldn’t go all the way down to the floor, flexing his massive smooth, tanned glutes and tree trunk thighs.

 

He’d had his shirt pulled up and held by his chin as his long, dark, uncut burrito of a dick swung in front of him like an elephant trunk.

 

My jaw dropped.

 

I looked up at Jorge who’d locked eyes with me and mumbled “Chupa mi verga.”

 

Again, I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but I know that translates to “suck my dick.”

 

Jorge shuffled over to me as his pants were now around his ankels… still holding his shirt up with his chin, and his long baby maker swinging side to side.

 

Below his dark, flaccid dick were two lemon-sized balls that hang low.

 

I got on my knees and crawled a bit closer, taking a deep sniff taking in the strong, masculine smell of a man through my nostrils.

 

I looked up at Jorge who was now looking down at me with such desperation. 

 

I put my tongue out of my mouth and simply licked the shaft lightly.

 

Jorge trembled.

 

I then took my tongue and licked around the bottom of his cock around the inside of the foreskin.

 

Jorge took a deep breath and mumbled something under his breath.

It was clear Jorge hadn’t had this kind of attention in a while.

 

That one lick inside the foreskin, near the tip, resulted in his massive hammer going up like a flag staff.

 

While I’d never done this before, I had watched hours on hours of blow job porn, and this was my time to shine.

 

I reached up with my right hand and wrapped it around his throbbing cock.

I teased him a bit by licking up his right thigh which was muscled and solid like a tree trunk.

 

I then lifted up his cock and teased his balls with my tongue—eventually sucking each one sloppily—making gurgling/sloshing sounds.

 

His massive egg-sized balls pulled up tight as I slowly licked his shaft starting near the balls all the way to the tip.

 

Jorge was now moaning and slightly convulsing.

 

I looked up at Jorge, now biting his bottom lip while looking into my eyes.

 

I made the “O” with my lips, remembering to cover my teeth, as I took Jorge’s throbbing 8.5 inch cock into my warm moist mouth.  I could taste the salty precum as I forced the head of his cock even further into my mouth beyond the cutoff…

I held my breath as I engulfed his massive cock down my warm, wet, willing throat. 

 

And held it there…

 

As his babymaker stood lodged deep inside my throat, I took my hand and reached for his balls…

 

They weren’t there…

 

They’d pulled up to the sides of the base of his cock, and they were dancing.

 

I teared up as I continued to hold his cock in the confines of my throat…

 

My nose now buried in his pubes as he continued to mumble in Spanish.

 

When I could hold my breath no more, I allowed that massive cock to slide out my throat as it lurched spraying a rope of cum across my face hitting me in the eye, mouth and nose.

 

Then another…

 

Jorge grunted…then roared as his massive cock continued to throw rope after rope uncontrollably.

 

“Arrrrrgggghhhh…” he roared again.

 

I wiped the cum from my eyes and looked over at Jorge whose dick was still standing at attention.

 

Neither of us said anything. 

I stayed on my knees as he put his cock back in his now cum-stained boxers and pulled up his jeans.

 

There was cum on his jeans… on his navy-blue shirt he was wearing—there was cum everywhere.

 

Without saying a word Jorge walked out the bathroom, then out my front door.

 

I sat there for a moment catching my breath, then cleaning off all the cum that was on my face, arm, and even a bit on my ear lobe.

 

I walked over to that same window to peak outside the window and Jorge was boarding the bus at the bus stop.

 

Part 2 coming soon 😉

How did it ever come to this?  I shake my head unfathomably. It all seems so incredible to believe this is me now. My future.

I don’t understand how it has come to pass. How he succeeded in making this my life.

But he did. He has. And both he and I know it is right. It is the way it is meant to be. I believe strongly in male hierarchy and I was born to serve superior men. As he reminds me every day, no purpose in fighting what I am meant to be.  I should accept and embrace my status in life. Some men are born to own other men, and some men are meant to serve. Pure and real slavery, unfettered from societal norms.

We met online. Kink website. I asked for this new life, no I begged him for it. He told me to be careful what I wished for. He was right. He holds all the aces now, and it has only been a year since we first met. Serving him feels right and proper. He deserves a slave. And my rightful place is nowhere else. 

Don’t get me wrong. There are times I am afraid. The sheer desolation and loneliness of being a slave can be scary. The repetitive cycle of work. The lack of leisure. The lack of basic comfort. Companionship. An equal. I am disgusted – appalled – sometimes for doing this to myself. What would my friends and family do if they knew my life now?

But I stressed I needed it to be real. No escape. True slavery, no equality. Unfair unrelenting ownership, and that’s what I have. That’s my existence now.

I was a soldier. I correspondended with him online and then we met when I returned on leave. I spent most of my three weeks’ leave serving him in the spring, then again in the summer. He convinced me that it was natural for me to stay. Absent without leave. I don’t know if I have been missed, but I know now I can’t return to my job. My earlier life. I accept that slavery is my status for life and the harsh unrelenting life I now lead is the only option for me. I feel truly alive in a way I never could feel as a free man. I know it, and he knows it too. He benefits from my dilemma : that I need to be controlled and humiliated and taught my place in life as a beast of burden.

I am 15 years older than my owner. He is 25 years old. He is my God. My superior in every way. Even though he doesn’t have the physique that I have honed, he is my owner and master. My muscular physique belongs to him now. With my lifestyle as it is, and the absence of any junk food, it will be maintained I am sure.

My mind is clear now. No doubt. I am a slave. For life. Pure and simple.

I live in my owner’s cellar.  Always naked, the only items I ever wear now is a thick iron collar around my neck, a dull iron thick snout ring in my nostrils and a tiny metal cage locking my cock away. I used to be proud of my cock but I have come to accept I don’t have a cock any more. It’s a tiny useless nub kept locked away forever. Slaves don’t get cocks. They worship only the cock who owns them. 

When not in use, I am kept chained to the wall in the dark. Alone. Master calls it stored. I have a thin mattress but otherwise nothing. I sit or lie alone in the dark and wait until he needs me. I have no access to entertainment of any kind of course – master says a slave needs only work, service and quiet contemplation. I sleep here, and can spend evenings down here, even days locked down here when master goes away for a weekend. It’s humbling and can be the times when I most question my decision to enslave myself. My life wasted chained by my ankle to a dark wall. My humanity dulled as I have nothing to say, to think about, other than service to my owner.

I lie there and shiver in the damp cold. Running my hands over my hairless body and head, and cupping my full balls in my hands. I used to have a hairy, manly body and a full head of hair. All gone permanently as a sign of what I now am, and a contrast to my owner. I can’t ever get release in any way.

Having no capacity to cum any longer is hard, and so very unfair. I haven’t cum in months and my smooth balls are blue and visibly full. I fully expect master will never let me have a release. I ache for release but he does not allow me to ever ask for release. I am not even permitted to acknowledge that I have a cock or balls now – he says both are irrelevant to my life and should be forgotten about and ignored. They are.

Master says I am a tool. An object for his amusement and to make his life better. I work for him, I serve his needs, I worship him. In doing so I have purpose in life. He is right. Other than service, I have no meaning and I am stored away.

When master is away from home, I am locked away in the cellar. When he is sleeping at home, I have a different existence. My ankle is chained to the wall using a timer release padlock. I am usually locked away by early evening, to allow master some leisure time. Free men get to go to the pub with their mates, or watch sport on TV. Most of them don’t have a slave locked away as they do so, but master revels in that knowledge – that he has taken the simple pleasures of freedom and humanity and leisure from me. 

Master has an extensive CCTV system covering much of his house. His house is semi-rural and detached, set in its own grounds. He is wealthy from birth. My lock releases at 4am and I am expected to immediately rise. The hours between 4am and 8am – when master usually rises – are the only times I am allowed to empty my bladder and to shit. I piss squatting over a grid in my cellar. I shit outside in a bucket, and empty it into a stream at the bottom of the garden. No fuss. Master wants my ablutions out of his sight. I am a tool, not a man. I am expected then to use the coarse brush and the cold stream water to clean my arse before returning back inside. Naked, barefoot, regardless of the weather.

I return to the house and commence 4 hours of daily work, alone as the free world sleeps. Silent so as not to disturb my master. I clean every aspect of his kitchen so that it sparkles – not a dish or glass out of place, not a surface unpolished. I clean the surfaces of his living room and dining room daily and I hand wash every floor. On all 4s scrubbing and cleaning every day. This whole, repetitive routine is repeated every day. His house is spotless. I learnt the hard way that his expectations are for perfection in my work. If he finds an error – this has now become very rare thankfully – I am punished in the afternoon. Punishment involves a whipped back, a wooden implement administered to my balls and arse until they are bright red and then to be strung up outside on tiptoe to contemplate my disobedience. It is a scary and disheartening experience and it does not end until master sees the begging fear in my eyes.

I have finished my work by 8am, and my place is – when finished – to wait for my master. All of my movement is checked on CCTV by master to ensure I comply to his exacting standards. I know that and a combination of fear and desperation to please him fills my obedience. My waiting time happens in the corridor outside his bedroom. I stand facing a corner, legs spread and hands behind back. Nose to the wall. Still.

As a free man, master may rise when he wishes of course. Usually between 8 and 10 depending on his day. I am summoned by a bell. When summoned, I enter masters bedroom and crawl to the foot of his bed. I marvel every day at the comfort of his bed. He looks so warm and comfortable in his bed. A pleasure I have forgotten, I am no longer ever permitted to use human furniture.

Unless given other instructions I start with his feet. As he lies peacefully dozing, I worship his feet with enthusiasm. Slowly licking his soles, and taking his beautiful arches into my mouth to suck. Then licking clean between each toe and sucking his toes individually. I know it’s an act no true man would ever contemplate and – in my enforced chastity – my nub tries desperately to react in a way it can never succeed. I keep licking until master decides otherwise.

Usually master will then direct me to his arse or cock. His arse requires my tongue. I lick in one movement from balls to top of crack. Repeating the practice slowly and carefully until he moans in pleasure and I move to tonguing his hole deeply. If he prefers cock service, I take it in my mouth and lick around the head of his cock until it engorges and fills my mouth. The inequality of a free erect cock inside my mouth causing my imprisoned nub to quiver desperately.

Sometimes he will fuck my mouth until he explodes down my throat, sometimes he is more lethargic. Sometimes he will direct my open mouth to accept his morning farts gratefully. Everything I do kneeling by his bed, forbidden from ever enjoying the warmth and comfort of lying as an equal in his bed.

Master has a large walk in shower. I join him in it daily for two reasons. The first, to wash his body by hand. To soap up his whole body and clean him. I clean his pits, chest, arse crack and genitals. Fully, carefully, reverently. He stands and enjoys it. Then – the second reason – I kneel before him and accept his magnificent cock into my mouth. Gratefully I gulp down his morning piss. Master never uses a toilet to piss when his slave is there to drink it down. Grateful and humble and obedient.

It was just another day at the store around lunch time when a young man walked in asking if we were hiring. My boss man had already told this young man once before we were not so I told him no. Then the boss said for him to wait a minute. I had no idea that he was getting ready to retire so we would need someone to replace me when I moved up. He spoke with the young man telling him to be there on Friday for his first day. The three of us got into the delivery truck that Friday morning with the young man in the center. The next week it would just be I and Jeffrey on the delivery truck. The store we worked for originally had been a large grocery from many years past. There was the sales floor area a back stock room with a set of stairs that led up to the older original restrooms for the store. I knew when I was a young child that I was attracted to guys, having my first real experience in High school, that’s another story. 

The weather was getting warmer so Jeffrey, like me started wearing shorts to work. He was a little shorter then I was and had a decent body on him. I was instantly attracted to him when he came into the store the first time. He had that rugged rough boy look about him with a tightly trimmed beard and a shaved head. I would always stare at him getting in and out of the truck thinking how nice it would be to see him naked. I want to see all men naked I have a thing for men. We would both sweat like all in the heat and every once in a while I would be lucky and Jeffrey would lift up his shirt and I could his lovely chest and stomach. Now he was not built but was oh so fine and hot to me. I would go upstairs to the old restrooms which had 2 or 3 stalls and 2 urinals. I would dream that he would either already be up there or while I was up there peeing he would walk in and I would have a glimpse at his cock. I had fantasized about getting on my knees in that old restroom to take his cock in my mouth and send him to pure ecstasy.  Well of course that never happened, however I would go home many days to fantasize about him while masturbating.

Well the time came for the boss to retire so I was to be moved up however the new company decided that they didn’t want to keep Jeffrey on. I ended up finding another job before the company took over and we went our separate ways.

Fast forward about 3 years I had moved away then moved back to the little town that I was working in at the time. I ended up working for a private company with my own office area. Things were going good for me. I had run into Jeffrey he had fallen on some hard times. I would help him out as much as I could with different items he needed here and there. If he needed to use my computer to pay a bill or anything he would stop by the office. Early one morning I was the only one there he texted me saying hey are you at work can I stop by. Jeffrey came into the building I locked the door behind us and we headed back into my office. I had a desk and a table behind the desk that is where Jeffrey sat to use my laptop. I welcomed him into the office saying how can I help you today? Then he proceeded to tell me that his girlfriend had been cheating on him and he had lost his job he didn’t know what he was going to do other than to move back north with his family. I was disappointed stating to him man I wish there was some way I could help you out but I’m strapped right now myself. He then explained that he had an idea to post some pictures of himself on the internet to see if he could find some women that would be willing to hire him to help them out. I said sure you can use my laptop to create your ad. Wow this would be my chance hopefully when he created the ad somehow I could go back in my computer to locate his pictures finally being able to see him completely nude. 

He explained that he didn’t have any x rated pictures on his phone that he would need to make some could he do it there. I explained that he could go into the storage room to take his pictures there. The storage room was just off from my office that way if anyone else came in while he was in there I could keep them out. Jeffrey went into the storage room only to come out a few moments later saying hey my phone died may I borrow yours to take the pictures. I was in hog heaven at that point because I was for sure going to hopefully see him nude if he took the pictures on my phone. 

I unlocked the screen on my phone then opening up the camera gave it to him saying here you go. Well a few moments later he came back out stating that the phone had gone blank before he could take the pictures. Then I had the shock of my life. Jeffrey asked will you take pictures of my cock for me. I was like sure let’s go. I led him into the storage room he then went around the corner out of the way. While I was unlocking the phone he preceded to UN button his jeans then slowly unzips them right in front of me. 

Underneath that he had on a pair of basketball shorts and then his boxers. Then what I had been waiting for all this time he pulls out his cock and balls and lets them hang there. I snap a photo or two explaining you need to make some of it completely hard. He stood in front of me slowly masturbating his beautiful cock. I was in shock not believing that this was finally happening. Then I decided to go for it asking do you want to jack you off and see if it will get hard. He was like sure without batting an eye. I reached down with my hand slowly grasping his beautiful cock. I couldn’t believe it I had Jeffrey’s beautiful 7 inch thick cock in my hand. 

I continued to slow massage his cock back and forth. It wasn’t getting hard so I looked into his eyes saying would like me to suck if for you so it will get hard. He then explained you are the only guy that I would allow to put their lips on my cock. I proceeded to get down on my knees taking his cock into my mouth sucking it as hard as I could. Jeffrey stood there moaning with each trust of my lips crossing his cock. I sucked on him for a moment or two then he stopped moaning stating that he was fixing to cum. Without taking his beautiful cock out of my mouth I just mumbled uh huh. I was not about to give up my only opportunity to swallow this sexy man’s semen down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and tensed up as he shot load after load of hot sweet cum into my mouth. I stood up took the pictures, while looking at him he stated man you swallowed my load.

Jeffrey put his pants back on after I licked every drop of cum from his cock. We walked out of the room back into my office. We transferred the pictures to my laptop to create his ad. I kept those pictures on my phone for later. I didn’t hear from Jeffrey for a few months but then again he called wanting to stop by to use my computer to pay a bill. We had small talk about just everyday stuff the whole time my heart was pounding up in my throat. Should I ask him if I can suck him off again or was that a one-time occurrence? I finally mustard up enough nerve to look at him saying hey any chance I can suck your dick again. 

Looking at me to my surprise he said sure pulling down his basketball shorts and letting his cock hang out. He sat down in the chair while I got on my knees. I took his cock in my hand starting at the head slowly licking it up and down. I continued to perform oral sex on him till he screamed out I am fixing to cum. I kept my lips tight around his cock bobbing my head up and down until he shot every drop of his sweet white cum in my mouth. 

It would be almost a year before I had heard from Jeffrey we had been texting. He informed that he had moved back down and was living with some friends in a town about an hour away. I was at home late one evening when my phone dinged it was him. Hey what’s up? I said oh not much you? Then he asked what I was doing and I was just lying in bed. He said well is there any way you can get us a hotel room if I drive out to you I want to see you tonight. I have been giving it some thought and I want to be with you tonight. I had no idea what he meant exactly however I thought to myself I am going to get this boy in the shower clean him up good and have a little fun. I went as he asked to get us a hotel room. 

I impatiently waited on him to arrive. He drove up then came and knocked on room 214. I opened the door we exchanged salutations then he said well. I explained to him that for us to start off by taking a shower together. We went into the bathroom to disrobe, turned on the shower and jumped in. We both lathered each other up and this would be the first time he had seen me naked. I soaped up my hands as best I had his back facing me, I was behind him in the shower, and I opened his butt cheeks and started to lather up his crack and hole. Then after rinsing them off and I continued to soap up again then slid a finger up into his sweet little rose. He grabbed the wall and moaned as I did that. I made sure he was good and rinsed off. I got down on my knees bent him over leaning on the wall and then I stuck my tongue straight in between his ass crack and popping into that sweet little honey hole. 

Jeffrey let a loud moan saying oh yes that feels good. I then spun him around to deep throat his cock of a few moments. We finished washing off got out of the shower to dry off. I went to lay down in the king size bed that was in the room, a moment later he leaped out of the bathroom jumped on the bed. To my surprise he grabbed my cock taking it putting his lips and tongue around it. He then started going up and down on my cock I was like oh my GOD he is giving me a blow job. I flipped him around with his ass in my face, opening up his cheeks I then shoved my tongue inside him again he was moaning like there was no tomorrow while sucking my cock at the same time. 

Then a few moments later he stops turns around looks at me then leans in for a kiss. Oh I was in heaven I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer to me our lips touching creating the most magical moment. Next thing I know he is sitting up grabs my cock in one hand pushes himself up on one leg backs up to start rubbing my cock on that sweet honey hole of his. Then in one motion he just sits down on my cock while it enters the warmest piece of ass I have been inside of. He waits a moment then begins to ride my cock. He was moving up and down and back and forth, I reached up to grab his hips to move them periodically he would stop so I could lift my body up off the bed to fuck him deep. 

I was inside of that warm hole for what seemed like an eternity, I don’t think I have ever lasted that long while inside another man. I knew he was not gay, maybe he was bi, questioning himself who knows but man was I in paradise. He just kept pumping and riding my cock then all of a sudden after many false sensations I could feel myself getting ready to orgasm and explode. The next thing I know I said Jeffrey I am getting ready to cum, without missing he beat he started riding harder. Again I said Jeffrey I am going to cum he said okay shoot it in me. OH MY GOD did he really just tell me that. A few moments later I was unable to hold it anymore I shot my load deep inside that warm ass while he just kept riding. 

I finally had to make him stop because I was so tender. We lay in each other’s arms for a moment then I proceeded to get him hard then slowly started to lick and suck on his penis. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load deep inside my mouth. I made sure I swallowed every drop. We again laid there for a few moments me getting to touch his beautiful body and suck on his nipples. Both of us got up to get dressed he went home and so did I. I spent one other night with Jeffrey about a year late however we didn’t do anything sexually. I dream everyday about this beautiful man. He is married now with kids so I don’t mention anything about the sex we had it was just an answered fantasy of mine that actually came true.  

He had been welcoming but businesslike when I first arrived at the house, a small, comfortable bungalow he’d built for himself in the middle of a large bush block. His photo on the massage website hadn’t shown his face, but what it did show had been enough to pique my interest; mature, hairy, athletic body, nothing overdone. 

It had definitely been too long since my last massage back in the city, a pleasant memory just before everything had shut down due to Covid, and I now craved the intimacy on offer. The commercial aspect was an added incentive, putting a dispassionate frame around the engagement and giving me an odd sense of self confidence and security.

Nonetheless I was nervous as I drove up his rutted dirt drive. I had never been overly confident physically, self conscious about the weight I had gained as I had passed from middle-age to something older. I’d made sure that he knew my age in my initial communication with him, wishing to avoid any sense of disappointment, and he had been quick to reassure me that this was of no concern, which happily proved to be the case. 

We made our introductions as he welcomed me into his house and led me into the sitting room, a massage table set up with towels and other accoutrements close to hand. Telling me to undress and make myself comfortable on the table, he busied himself elsewhere, allowing me to strip off with a semblance of privacy. 

It had been a while since I’d been naked with a stranger, and the feeling was both disconcerting and liberating. When he came back into the room I was settled and relatively relaxed, only slightly disappointed to see that he’d chosen to keep his shorts and singlet on for our first appointment. Perhaps that would change at a later date.

It was quickly apparent that he was a man of few words, and as I’m not much of a chatterbox we soon fell into a companionable silence as he rubbed my back with oil and began his work, his attention to my body intense and total. 

His advertisement had indicated that he offered only two styles of massage, relaxation and sensual, and when asked which I preferred I could only chuckle and say both, which was indeed the truth. 

I relaxed into his routine, enjoying particularly those moments when some part of his body pressed against mine as he repositioned himself. Asking if I could stroke his legs when they fell within reach of my hands he murmured approval, and I took great pleasure in feeling his firm calves with their matting of dark hair. When the session gently slipped from relaxation to sensual it was a natural progression which stole upon me as if I’d been reacquainted with an old, intimate friend. 

Asking me to part my legs, his fingers travelled between my buttocks, softly brushing against my smooth ring, travelling down to knead the mound of my perineum before brushing against my balls, handling them with his accustomed gentleness. I broke the silence with a moan, deep and genuine, as his thumb worked its way into my hole, his fingers all the while massaging other parts.

When he at last asked me to roll over onto my back I had lost all sense of time, my inhibitions dissolved beneath his hands, and would happily have spent the rest of the session in this blissful state. 

For the first time since we started I could get a good look at this man who had given me so much joy, his handsome bearded face intent on my body, his hands exploring my nipples, my cock, my balls. I couldn’t easily see what he was doing to my now hard penis, but he clearly knew how to handle a foreskin, which was a  pleasant surprise.

His focus was now centred completely on my cock, the look on his face intense and thoughtful. He was very beautiful and I told him so. He was slightly disconcerted by the announcement, plucked as it had been from thin air, an almost unconscious verbalising of a thought bouncing around in my head, and which perhaps should have been left unspoken. 

But that was not my way. My 60 odd years had loosened my tongue and done irreparable damage to my usual reticence. Given the intimate nature of the encounter there seemed no reason to hide behind a facade of indifference. Besides, I couldn’t stop staring at his handsome face, and was only sorry for embarrassing him. I apologised, but his smile told me that he didn’t mind. 

When my orgasm finally came it was with surprising suddenness, swelling up from the waves of gentle pleasure that he had been coaxing from my cock for what seemed like hours, catching me unawares and drawing gasps from my overwhelmed self. His hands rode my spasms calmly, guiding me through the release until I was spent and exhausted. 

He held my cock tenderly while it softened, eventually pulling the foreskin back over the sensitive head before reaching for a cloth and slowly wiping my body down, semen, oil and sweat all gently swept away. He was in no hurry to see me off and let me lie there for as long as it took to regain my equilibrium, for which I was thankful. 

Once again he busied himself elsewhere while I dressed and got ready to leave, the exchange of money handled with a minimum of fuss. I thanked him for a very special experience and asked if he would allow me to see him again, which I think amused him. 

He put his hand on my shoulder as we said goodbye, the sweetest gesture of all from this quiet, self contained man.

It was a hot summer morning. The sun blazed in the garden, jumping with its bunnies on the leaves of apple trees, which should soon bear fruit. The nightingales sang in a flood, and a light wind leaned one of the branches of the apple tree against the window of the house.

Our hero lives in this modest house. He has already woken up, opened the curtains and is now doing exercises. It’s very ugly to spy on others, but I’m sure readers won’t mind if I take advantage of this author’s legal right to spy on my characters and show you my character in all its glory, because now is just the right time for this.

He is a tall 18-year-old with a lean build but moderately muscular. He’s not a jock, not at all. But he shows that he is taking care of his health. He has cute brown eyes. I think readers will be pleased with the fact that he practices almost naked, in some boxers. This will help us get a better look at his body, including the part of him that everyone is interested in. He is well equipped, and the short, tight-fitting boxers emphasize this well. His weighty pouch nestled comfortably between two strong long legs. I think he enjoys looking at himself in the mirror during class, and for good reason. He is still watching, enjoying his body.

Now he is crouching, and we see his juicy elastic buttocks pulled together by the fabric of boxers. Now he is in a plank position, his whole body tense, he has a sculpted torso and strong arms; in the groin area, the same pouch (with jewelry) sticks out. But he stands in an interesting pose and stretches his back and press; in the people this pose is called “cancer”, in which he looks especially good. Strong back, elastic young hot body.

And so he sat down on the sofa. So, a handsome 18-year-old boy was sitting in some tight boxers on a soft sofa, his legs apart; he was aroused from touching himself and, apparently, from his reflection in the mirror too. What he had between his legs looked impressive even through his boxers. Any girl would dream of sucking such a guy, and there would be enough guys.

Unexpectedly for me, he hit himself in the balls with his fist several times, his legs shuddered, his abs tightened, his breathing quickened. He stroked himself through the fabric of his boxers, then deftly pulled them off and tossed them aside. He took a pair of office rubber bands and bandaged his clean-shaven balls with them. Now they were securely fixed and could not avoid blows. His hand reached for the member, and he began to masturbate. With the other hand, he hit his balls.

He likes to beat himself on the testicles, and indeed, not only himself, but also other guys. He liked to feel the power over the guys when he held their balls in his fist and was ready to inflict the most hellish pain in their lives at any moment. This sense of power aroused him. Especially if he managed to saddle huge beefy guys in this way. And after he managed to capture the eggs of these jocks in his iron fist, all their strength was already useless, and they became helpless. He also did not mind when he was already held for the most precious thing. As his gonads constricted, he wondered how long he could last. Of course, such mockery of the testicles does not make any sense if you are not going to finish after this.

Each blow slammed his balls into his body, and it hurt him. Then he took each testicle in his hand and pressed his thumbs into his juicy balls. As the pressure increased, he felt more and more pain in his testicles, with every second it became more and more unbearable to endure it. He threw his head back in pain, clenched his teeth, and screwed his brown eyes shut as he breathed deeply. To drown out the pain, he began to masturbate again.

This cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine, of pain and pleasure, was to his taste. He moaned in pleasure.

The sun’s rays made their way through the branches of trees and through the window fell on his body. Now he felt good.

He forgot about everything in the world. Now there was only him, and perhaps someone else he thought about, whom he longed for. But alas, the author cannot read the thoughts of the characters, it would be an invasion of personal space. So let’s just keep looking.

He breathes deeply and heavily, moans continually escape from his chest, the sounds of jerking off filled the room flooded with summer sun. From time to time, our guy glanced at his reflection in the large mirror that stood in the room, and he definitely liked the way he looked in it. His moans became more frequent, all the muscles tensed: from his face to his chest and abs, to his buttocks and legs. His chest rose and fell much faster. His lips parted and greedily gasped for air, and his face was covered with a blush, he closed his brown eyes in pleasure

He picked up the pace, squeezing his balls harder. He was close to the end. When he passed the point of no return, he pulled his balls down and squeezed them as much as possible, making them almost flat. If not for the coming orgasm, his pain would have been a thousand times stronger. A loud moan escaped from his chest, mingled with the roar of an animal. His cock began to spew fountains of sperm, which had accumulated during the week of abstinence. It was one of the strongest orgasms he had ever experienced. After the climax, he relaxed, the sexual energy left him along with the sperm. He liked the idea that he had squeezed all the cum out of his balls. He cast his gaze out the window.

The birds sang in the garden, the leaves of the apple trees bathed in the sun’s rays, they were enveloped by a cool summer breeze. And our guy was looking at it and enjoying the view from the window with a mysterious smile.

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Thanks for reading! Author – Mykola. [email protected]

It was a boring Saturday, then my friend Bill called. So what so you want to do he asks me?  I want to make you nut in my mouth!  Oh my god, I’ll be right over he answers before he abruptly hangs up the phone.

My cock was already hard. I took off my clothes and laid down on the bed and waited.  It didn’t take him long, less than 10 minutes and I heard the back door open.

He opens the door to my bedroom and there I am,  all naked and hard.  I sit up on the bed and massage his cock through his pants as he stands in front of me.

I feel his bulge growing bigger.  Mmmm lets get those pants off I say as I undo his belt and unbutton and unzip him. I pull his pants down below his hips and they fall to the floor.  His cock is raging in his boxers.

I pull down his shorts and his cock springs up just inches once in front of my face.  That’s what I’m talking about I said as I grasped his hard rod and slowly stroked him.  Oh that cock looks so tasty I said. 

You like it when I suck your cock don’t you baby I said?  He reached out and started running his fingers through my hair as I took his juicy meat into my hot mouth.  Mmmm I love sucking your juicy cock I said. He just closed his eyes and moaned softly.

I played with his balls while I slurped his tasty cock.  Feed me you creamy cum baby, I need to taste it baby!  I reach around and squeezed his ass cheeks while I continued sucking and deep throating him.  You like to fuck my face don’t you baby?

I insert a finger up his ass and tease his swollen head with my tounge.  Oh baby shoot that juicy load down my throat baby I whispered.  Omg your such a great cock sucker he says!  Oooh I’m about to nut don’t stop he moans.

I stroke his cock in a frenzy with my mouth at the ready.  I want to watch it squirt I said.  And then the hot jets of cum started filling my mouth.  Mmmm you taste so good I say as I swallow his load then suck his cock to get every last drop.

Damn that was good he says as he sits on the bed and watches me as I start jerking myself off.  Watch me cum for you I say as I arch my back and shoot streams of hot cum into the air.  Most of it lands on my stomach and he leans down and licks up my hot mess.

Mmmm I made every last drop for you baby I say as he licks me clean.  We lay beside each other kissing and caressing each other for a while untill we get hard again.  I roll over and straddle him positioning his cock below my hungry hole.

I’m going to fuck your horny brains out I say as I take his cock into my ass.  Ride that cock he says.  He starts stroking me while I give him the ride of his life. 

Mmmm blow your wad up my ass baby I say as I ride him faster.  I started cumming and clamped down on his cock and it sent him over the edge. I felt his hot cum spray my insides while I finished milking my cum onto his stomach.

It would be fun to have a three way sometime I said? Isn’t your friend Tom Bi I asked?  Yeah, I bet we could persuade him to join us Bill answered.  Let’s call him I said.  Now Bill asked?  Yeah, why not I replied?  Invite him to come over to go swimming in the pool,  we’ll just wait here naked for him I said.

Bill picked up the phone and dialed.  The hook was baited and he was on his way over.  Omg this is so fucking hot I said.  I can’t wait. Let’s take turns sucking his cock to get things started when he gets here.

About 15 minutes later I here a knock on the door.  Come on in Tom, Bill yells.  Where are you guys at Tom shouts?  In here I answered.  The bedroom door opens and we are both naked and hard laying on my bed.  What’s this Tom asks?

We decided to have a 3 way instead of swimming I said.  Tom stood there dumbfonded as he stood there watching us lay there playing with each others cocks.  We could see Tom was getting hard in his shorts.

Get naked and join us Bill said.  What the hell Tom said as he stripped down in front of us.  Omg Tom, nice cock I said. He must have been at least 8 inches. Tom sat down between us on the bed and Bill and I went into action.  We both on our knees and and started running our tounges on his cock. Our tongues lapped each others as we licked his cock together.

I started stroking Tom’s cock and Bill started sucking him.  We alternated, taking turns sucking his giant cock. Tom started panting, clearly he was about to squirt.  We kept alternating and then we hit the mother load.  We both got a good portion of his sticky load. 

We kissed and traded his cum back and forth while he watched us enjoy his ejaculate.  Damn dudes that was hot Tom said.  Bill stradled Tom’s chest with his nuts just above Tom’s chin.  I got behind Bill and and snaked my way up his love tunnel.

As I fucked Bills hot hole he stroked his cock as it extended out over Toms face. I grabbed Bills hips and started pounding my cock into him.  I’m going to cum I yelled as I began cumming up his ass.  Just moments later Bill cums on Toms face and rubs his sticky cock all over Tom’s lips.

Just then I look over and my mom is standing in the door way watching us.  Mom, your home early I said as I turned beet red.  Yeah, looks like I missed all the fun she said.  Next time I expect an invitation she said grinding her crotch with her hand.

It must have been such a sight.  My cock was still up Bills ass and Tom had cum all over his face with Bills cock still throbbing above his face.  Yeah, we are going to have alot of fun together boys my mom said as she walked out and closed the door!

Happy Horny New Year to all my Horn Dogs!