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Stephen and I were very privileged in that we both had a few friends which we got on very well. Stephen had his former army colleagues amongst his pals but also some really hot and very sexy guys who I also liked and had the good fortune to experience together. We had during the summer, all our best friends down to stay with us and I hired a yacht to sail us all over the Isles of Scilly for a couple of nights. Stephen’s friends, Mile and Carl, and Chris got on well with my friend Newton. Newton has never settled down with a guy. He loves playing the field and he is a very handsome, sexual and gregarious man. We’d met on a flight from London to Montego Bay when I was travelling to Jamaica to work for two years. He’d spotted me checking in at Heathrow, and arranged to have a seat next to me. I was delighted to have this handsome built Jamaican sitting next to me and even more pleased when he made a pass at me at 40,000 feet.

Our friendship completed that same evening in my hotel room in Montego Bay and continued during my work in the beautiful island nation at my temporary home at Lucea, (pronounced Lucy as in the girls name), when he was back in country to meet his parents. We stayed in touch after I was seconded to Mozambique and to the South West Pacific and beyond, and our friendship remained, though we had never even thought of a relationship together. Newton just loved playing the field, though he was always generous enough to share some of them with me at times when I was about. I was delighted to have him stay with me in Cornwall and we met often when I was working in London.

Just before Christmas Newton called me on my WhatsApp Video phone to wish Stephen and myself season’s greetings and asked if we had plans to come up to London. Our plans for the holiday were set. Christmas with my family and then Stephen and I were to drive to the North of Scotland for Hogmanay with his parents, who we had not been with for nearly three years. Newton was understanding and asked if we might pass through London on the way back. I was sceptical as it would add to what was already a long journey back to West Cornwall.

Then Newton surprised me announcing that he was not alone and that he had a special guest that he’d like to introduce me to. Knowing Newton, it would be a good looking guy who was staying with him for a couple of days before being dumped for a long while. He moved the phone around to show a handsome olive skinned, face, with thick black tidy medium length hair, very dark eyebrows and eyes, an aquiline nose, medium mouth with very sexy kissable lips. Newton announced that this was George, a Greek guy living in Belgium.  He gave me a small wave and a quiet, shy-ish hello. They had met in a gay night club in Brussels and danced the night away and spent the rest of the weekend, horizontal jogging with each other and jogging in many other positions; facts that didn’t surprise me in the least.

Newton moved the phone cam so I could see them both. I could now tell that they were both shirtless. I was asked what I thought about George and I said what I initially thought that he was a handsome number. I was teased by being asked if I wanted to see more. Being the sex pig that I am, of course I did. Newton told George to stand up, and as Newton also stood up, I got a glimpse of a pleasantly smooth and muscled body for a moment. George was a good four inches shorter than Newton, who is my height. The phone was adjusted so I could just see George and Newton panned the phone over the arms and chest of the man. He wasn’t as muscled as Stephen and me or Newton, but there was development there.

Again Newton asked what I thought. Then he asked if I wanted to see more. Of course I did and he asked George, who was extremely eager to please to turn around. He was trim, especially at the waist, with no excessive fat at all and he had a decent back. Lowering the camera lower Newton showed off the guys butt. I was a little surprised but delighted. George had a backside that any hot blooded gay man would love, and he had  a small but very sexy low tan line, as if he was used to wearing French style swim wear, and not the full blooded American style Speedo’s.

Now knowing that George was naked, I wanted very much to see what he had hanging. Newton didn’t disappoint, encouraging George to turn to face the phone, George was covering his crutch with his hands. I could just make out small, slight abs, and I was satisfied that there was no belly on the guy. He was decently fit. Newton was constantly asking if I liked what I saw, and he swung the camera onto himself, and flashed himself at me. I’d know him for so long and had been so intimate with him so many times that I knew just how big he was and that he was the equal of myself. He held the camera steadily at his cock and then George’s cock came into view alongside my friend’s meat. The Greek guy was massive. I was disbelieving at first, thinking it was a joke dildo but concentrating on the view I could see it was for real.

I could feel my cock beginning to grow in response. The next thing that happened was Newton moving away from the phone for a second and re-appearing to suck on the Greek guy’s extraordinary cock. It was a shame that Stephen wasn’t with me as I was sure he’d be as excited as myself.

Newton didn’t stay sucking on the cock for very long and stood up, grinning at me into the camera, his eyes saying it all, at the delight at his friend. I knew what he was going to ask. What did I think?

George was longer and thicker than Newton and I was wondering if he was the equal of Stephen or even bigger. The fucking thing was beyond massive. The first thing I said was that I needed a photo to show Stephen as he’d have to see it to believe it. Newton said it was not a problem. At the end of the call, he’d send some for me.

The camera was adjusted to sit on a stand or propped up somehow and I could see both guys sitting down together and slowly jacking off each other.

 I asked George what was his occupation. He worked at the European Union Commission as a civil servant in the transport directorate. He was twenty five years old, and an only child. He was gay and single. One Hundred percent he told me, and was very versatile and liked to play the field. He liked fucking just as much as being fucked. Now I was getting really hard and my mind was working overtime. I would have loved to have both Newton and George in bed with Stephen and me. I said to Newton that he must try to come down to Cornwall with George in the New Year and that I would talk to Stephen about dates. I wanted that handsome and uber-hung guy with Stephen and myself in our bed.

I heard Newton’s very distinctive doorbell ring, and he got up to answer the door, leaving George alone on the camera, and he made the heart shaped gesture at me and then stroked his cock and blew me a kiss. Newton came back to the camera and announced that he had another guest arrive and that he’d have to close. I just hoped that he’d remember to send me that photo of George to show Stephen. We wished each other a good night, and I knew that Newton was all set for a blast of a night and wondered who the lucky guy was joining both my good Jamaican friend and George.

I had an erection that needed attention, but I had no idea when Stephen would be returning home from his work, and I determined to hold off until we were together and chat about Newton’s call, hopefully with some evidence of what had happened and what I saw.

Ten minutes or so after the call had ended there was a buzz on my phone. Newton had kept his word and there was a full body shot of George standing three-quarters from the phone showing off that amazing cock. A few moments later Newton had texted me; ‘You’ll love the next photo’. Sure enough the next photo had my eyes wide open. It was a photo of a double fucking. The lower cock must have been George as it was so vast, and easily identifiable was the upper cock which I recognised as Newton’s, ‘Pride of Jamaica’, as he has nicknamed his dick. Both guys balls were hanging low, but the bottoms hole must have been totally stretched. I was pawing my cock when another photo was delivered. This time it was of George on his back, easily identifiable, with a huge cock in his arse and his own massiveness laying against his belly at least a couple of inches above his bellybutton.

Finally, I received a small video showing George, just wearing a T-shirt, swinging his dick around in what’s called the helicopter blade, and he was grinning from ear to ear. Lastly I had a text again from Newton. “Enjoy – we certainly will tonight. Let me know what Stephen thinks”.

I knew Stephen would be interested; it was just a case of how to present him the case. I certainly was very excited by what I had seen and Newton’s news that the guy was versatile was really splendid news.

Stephen arrived home exhausted. He’d been to Cheltenham leaving very early that morning. It’s a four hundred mile round trip – a lot in one day including his meetings. I was bursting with the news but took care of my man, preparing him some supper whilst he had a recovering shower.  I knew better than to ask him about the meetings, understanding his work for the government was classified, and asked about the journey. He looked at me with that knowing eye of his.

“You’ve been up to something, haven’t you”.

I vehemently denied it.

“Come on Gerren, I know you and your looks. What has happened”.

I came out with it, slowly at first.

“Newton video called me earlier this evening”.

“How is he”?

“He sends his Christmas Greetings and he’s the same old horny guy we know and love”.

Stephen wasn’t fully convinced.

“And”?

“I passed on our regards and told him we are fit and well and looking forward to our festivities here at home and in Scotland”.

“And”?

“He asked if we could visit London on our way back from the far North and I apologised and told him that it would add too much to our journey home”.

“Hmmm. OK, and”?

“He had a new friend with him”.

Stephen was going to have to drag it out from me.

“Yes”.

“I was introduced on the phone cam”.

“So”?

“A tasty guy, Greek working in Belgium. Very handsome”.

“Come on Gerren I know there is more”.

“The Greek guy is called George. Well they were naked together. The guy is not really built but has a decent body. I wouldn’t say no for sure, and I’m sure you’d be interested”.

Stephen gave me a quizzical sideways turn of the head, and relaxed at the table, sitting back in the chair and stretching his long legs forward. I stared at his crutch.

“So they were naked together, so you must have seen what was hanging”.

“I did after a look at the most delicious backside. Very fuckable I’d say. I’m sure Newton has had a few rides in there; they stood together, and I’d say the guy is at least four inches shorter than Newton”.

“So a short guy! Nothing objectionable about that; from what I recall about Newton, this George character must be about 5 foot ten or 6 foot”.

I nodded.

“Want to see what’s hanging then”?

Stephen really woke up now. “You saw it? You got a photo”?

“And a Video”. It was obvious that Stephen was getting hard. The movement in his shorts was evident. He beckoned to me. “Come on hand over the phone I want to see”.

I entered my password into my phone and opened up my WhatsApp and passed it to my husband. He looked at the first photo, the three-quarters body shot and gave an approving nod, then the scrolled down and almost dropped the phone.

“Never”! he called out. “Come on that has got to be Photoshopped”.

I assured Stephen that I had seen it next to Newton’s Pride of Jamaica and he was much larger. I pointed to the screen and told Stephen there was more. Looking at the image, Stephen’s eyes where almost like a cartoon character’s eyes when seeing something it really liked.

The double fucking photo. I told Stephen that I thought that the much larger cock fucking in the lower position must be George’s.

Stephen widened the screen to get the close up of the action. The top fucker was huge as well and black and obviously Newton. “I’d love to know who the bottom was taking those massive cocks”.

I told Stephen that I’d have wanted to be the guy taking the photo of the action.

Stephen was now grabbing at his cock as it stretched towards the left leg of his shorts. His cockhead would be exposed soon.

Stephen moved to the next photo, of George on his back his erection fat and going beyond his navel by at least two inches. Stephen was adjusting his shorts so that his cock was clear of the material and was jacking.

I was smiling, but a moment later I was beaming as Stephen caught the video of George swinging his massive meat around in the helicopter move.

As I had done alone earlier, Stephen was scrolling the photo’s around and around on the phone and jacking himself. He stood up and walked me over to our lounger his cock swinging to and fro as he walked. Before he sat down he removed his shorts totally freeing his cock and balls, and sat down with his legs wide apart.

“Newton tells me he’s versatile, and enjoys a good fucking as well as to fuck”.

Stephen was hooked. “A shame that we couldn’t pass through London on our way home from my parents, but do you think we could get the guys to come down here”?

“I was thinking the same”. I admitted, “but we’d have to check when they could both come here for a long weekend.

“Could we call Newton now”? Stephen was eager, stroking himself.

I considered it. “Newton did have another guest arrive as I was talking to him, and knowing the guy he could still be at it”.

“How long ago was that”?

“About two hours or so”.

Stephen reached over and gave my nipples a tweaking, looking in my eyes and whispered “Go on call him now. He won’t mind. There could be some fun to be had and I’ve had a long and tiring day”. He compounded the idea by licking my ear and nuzzling my neck. “Go on call the fucker, and let’s hope the guy is still there and I get a good look at that giant horse cock”.

 Of course I wanted to call Newton. He had asked me to report on Stephen’s reaction and why not now”. I sent a text first. ‘You up for a chat with Stephen and me’?

Within thirty seconds, my phone rang and Newton came up on the screen, now really sweating.

“Hey my friend, any reaction”?

“There most certainly is, he’s got his monster out and jacking right next to me now. What’s happening with you”?

“I left the guys fucking to make this call. George is being rammed by Mattias, Do you remember him”?

Oh yes I certainly did. He was the cutest guy, from Estonia, with a great humpy muscled body, golden flaxen hair, the deepest of blue eyes, about 29 or 30 years old, a talented throat, an absolutely insatiable backside and a constantly decent sized cock that was always hard. He was one of Newton’s regulars as opposed to many who turned up to be fucked rotten and put aside immediately afterwards.

I also immediately thought of Mattias fucking George. I’d have loved to have seen the opposite. I was wondering if the handsome Estonian would be able to take the Greek’s ginormous cock, I’d have loved to have just seen that and what Newton would have been doing at the same time.

“So what does your gorgeous husband think of George”?

Stephen took the phone from me, and spoke. “We must fix a date for both of you guys to come down here for a long weekend and as soon as possible into the New year”.

Newton greeted Stephen with a huge smile. “Yeah, we must. It’s a pity you guys cannot come to London”.

There was an apology but Stephen’s work was just too important to take off extras time plus the length of the journey.

Newton asked a favour of us. “Guys, please don’t talk about your height if you chat with George. He’s totally into very tall men like you. It’s a massive turn on for him and when we meet I want it to be a huge surprise”.

We promised, though I wondered if he had gauged my height during our earlier video chat. Newton was assuring that he had only seen the top of my body, and was very interested in fucking with me. He had not yet seen Stephen but Newton was determined that the moment could wait.

“Talking of fucking, I need to get back to the animals next door. Let’s arrange a date soonest”. He stood up and lowered his phone to flash his ‘Pride of Jamaica’ at us and left us alone.

We chatted about what could happen. Stephen reminded me that Chris was coming to stay for a week in January. He checked his calendar on his phone. 14-22 January.

Would we want to avoid Newton and George coming here at the same time? Newton had met and experienced Chris before with us. Would Chris object to having others stay whilst he was here. It was an easy question to answer. He’d love it.

It was something we were going to have to engineer, even if we’d have to re-arrange the dates Chris was going to be with us.

We were both extremely horny and needed to do something about it. I asked Stephen if he could wait until we were in bed of if he wanted to get off with me there and then. He paused. Still stroking his dick, he looked me in the face. “Let’s get up to the bed and get each other off”. We chased each other up the stairs, Stephen trying to divest himself of his shirt with difficulty, as usual his sleeves way too tight over his biceps and I had to help him roll the shirt down off his arms as he and I were glued to each other kissing each other deeply which didn’t help. When free of each other he announced that he needed a shower and headed to the bathroom. Stripping myself free of my clothes, I joined him in our double headed shower, and we cleaned each other before he pushed me to my knees making me worship his hugeness as the water cascaded down his fantastically sculpted body. As always, I was turned on by the sight of his massive body and obeyed my husband as he asked me to suck on his balls.

As I took them individually in my mouth, He was using both his fists to jack on his cock, using them as if it was some guys fuck shute and he was holding his head back into the water from the shower head, which then fell off his chin and bull neck, and down his chest and abs before falling onto my face as I licked and sucked his balls. One thing I was able to do in spite of not being able to take more than just over four inches of his cock was to take both of his balls in my mouth at the same time and run my tongue around them. This always pleased and excited Stephen and I loved it as I could see the full extent of the length of his humongous fat cock above my face when he would let go of it for a few seconds. It was always better when I could see another guy sucking on his cock at the same time, but that was a luxury unavailable this night.

I was however, able to reach around and feel his rock hard arse cheeks and move around to rub his abs and chest. He called out to me to work his nips. Yeah, I love teasing and working his nips as I get a great reaction when I do so. Pinching, twisting, and pulling on them, I felt his knees give way. Still licking both his balls in my mouth, I sensed that they were tightening, and the speed of his jacking increased. “He called out to me.

“Harder, work them Harder!”

I did so, almost like a pianist doing opposite things with different hands, gently playing with one nip whilst furiously working the other and then changing around the action on each. He gave me a warning that he was close. I moved my tongue to stretch out of my mouth to lick at his perineum, that wonderfully sensitive area of skin between the balls and the arsehole with the piss tube on its way from your balls and bladder to your dick. I pushed hard against it, and Stephen’s double handed wanking changed to single handed and he pushed my head against his balls. He was jacking so hard now that his balls were in danger of being pulled out of my mouth and his fist was almost hitting my nose.

“Yes! it’s coming”. He called out to me. I pulled and twisted his nips hard, squeezing them as hard as I could between my thumb and index finger, and pushed my tongue as hard as I could against his piss tube. He called out loud the fist orgasm, and I felt the rush of the first stream of cum pass from his balls against my tongue and caught the first stream fly out of his cockhead across the shower onto the near-by wall. Then a series of five or six more pulses pulsating against my tongue as more streams of cum shot through his cock to liberation from his balls. As each shot passed by Stephen’s weight pushed down against my head, but he used his hand hold me in place to support me.

Still the water fell down his body and onto my face. His body de-tensed as his orgasm subsided, and he gently allowed my head to fall away from him releasing his balls from my mouth. He let go of his cock which towered above my head. I released my tight grip of his nipples, and he gave a shudder of relief. Slowly his cock lost its erection if not it’s hardness and it came to rest against my forehead, with a small dribble of cum still attached to the flesh. Stephen lifted up his monster at the base by his balls by a couple of inches, and let it drop back onto my face, repeating the action beating my head with his heaviness, and smearing my face with the remains of his cum. Then he moved back slightly from me looking down on my wet face sliding his cock back against my nose until the massive head was against my lips.

With a huge sexy smile on his face, he told me to clean him. I was so happy, taking in his shiny glans into my mouth and licking it clean, tasting the sweetness of his sperm and looking up at my magnificent husband, the man I adored, and seeing the darker blond of his hair, now that it was wet, and the shower water falling down his musculature, but most of all the look of satisfaction and love on his face.

Later in bed, we sucked, rimmed, kissed, and licked each other before I fucked him for nearly an hour as we fantasised about the two of us with Newton, George and Chris. In the New Year, we were really going to make a great effort to get our friends with us at the same time. By God, we were going to have some fun.

The Final Chapter

A few hours must have passed, when I woke up again. Tobey’s body was wrapped around me, while his hand was massaging my hard cock. As I tried to adjust myself in the bed, I felt his cock poking my ass. 

“Hey sunshine, did you sleep well?” Asked Tobey, as he gave a few tugs to my cock.

I turned around and punched Tobey in the arm and tried to get out of the bed. However, Tobey grabbed a hold of me, as I felt his leaking pre-cumming cock rub against my ass cheeks. We started to snuggle, which felt right, as we got closer to one another. His cock once again pressed up against my muscular firm ass, as he wiggled it around, I felt he was pushing it up between my ass cheeks.

We ended up laying there for a few minutes, as Tobey started to nibble on my ear, as his hand started to stroke my cock at a slow pace, teasing my sensitive head. 

“FUCK!” Tobey moaned into my ear.

I turned around and was stirring clearly into Tobey’s clear sparkling blue eyes. As he smiled and showcased his pearly white teeth and dimples, I knew the moment was right. We both leaned in, closed our eyes and our lips met. We started to kiss, as our hands started to caress each other’s faces, with slight moans coming out of us. Tobey’s tongue was exploring my mouth, when we moved his hands over to my ass. As Tobey kept making out with me, he gently started to massage my asshole. 

I tried to push his hands away from my hole, however, Tobey had a grip on me and slowly inserted a finger into my virgin, tight hole. I gripped down with a muscle spasm, as Tobey started to finger fuck me. A few minutes later,  he would then turn me over, having my face now buried into a pillow and my ass out in the open. 

Tobey spread my legs apart, spat on his cock and slowly entered his pulsing hard cock into my super tight hole. He quickly covered my mouth with his hand, so no one could hear the whimpering painful sounds coming from me. 

After Tobey popped my virgin cherry hole, he slowly started fucking my hole, until he got his whole cock inside me. I couldn’t believe my best freind was now fucking me. Eventually, the pain turned into pleasure, as my hole was getting used to his big cock.

For the next 15 minutes, Tobey kept fucking my hole, as I I grabbed a hold of the soaked up wet sheets from our sweat, my face buriedinto a pillow and moaning in pleasure. I felt my hole start to expand, as I could feel Tobey’s cock start to swell up and he was about to explode in my hole. With one hard slap on my ass, Tobey pushed one final hard push of his cock into my hole and fed my once virgin hole, a good 7 squirts of his baby makers. He would collapse on top of me, our sweaty bodies touching each other. We both huffed and puffed, as Tobey kissed my neck, while I felt his cock deflating still inside my hole.

It was now the summer of 2022, over three years after that Spring Break experience. Myself, Tobey and some of our former frat brothers decided to take a guys weekend trip to Seaside Heights, away from our girlfriends and catch up, since we all graduated from school.

Tobey and I stood in front of Matt and Alex’s motel, our saviors from that night. However, the motel was boarded up and set for demolition, as the site would become townhomes. Tobey and Dylan stood there, wondering what happened to those two guys. After that night, the two friends never spoke of that night and never messed around with other guys or each other.

Dylan looked at his friend, both smiling, as Tobey caressed Dylan’s face with his thumb, grinning.

The downtown streets were dark and empty as torrential rain began pouring down unto the cracked soot-covered pavement.  The flickering lights of shifty stores the only source of light illuminating the twisting alleyways of the shady part of town during this moonless night…   

How long have I been aimlessly wandering for…? Wondered Evan, barely registering his surroundings as he looked up from under his rain-soaked hoody for the first time in hours, his thoughts a swirling black hole of nothingness.   

Numb. Completely untethered from reality or feeling he’d dragged one foot in front of the other since dusk.  Trying to escape an abyss of pummeling anguish and heartbreak that he wasn’t yet ready to face.  He plodded along like a mindless zombie. Directionless. Unconsciously seeking anything that would somehow make him feel something again.  

Evan glared around for some shelter from the freezing rain as he was starting to shiver from its unforgiving coldness and eventually spotted a corner with a moldy protruding rooftop that covered the equally filthy sidewalk.  “Good enough…” he grumbled under his breath as he quickly made his way over to the much welcome refuge from the deluge that had nearly chilled him to the bone.   

Upon reaching the shady looking corner he quickly flicked off his hoody and ran his fingers through his dampened hair, pushing some wet strands off his boyish face. He restlessly shuffled underneath the small space as he breathed out warming air into the palms of his hands, attempting to warm himself up from the rainy cold. His eyes welled up with tears as furtive pangs of the hurt he didn’t want to acknowledge crawled to the surface completely unbidden, perhaps as a result of feeling caged in by the storm that had begun to rage around him. Desperate to ignore it, he turned around to take a real look at the store he stood in front of…   

– The Azure Flame Tattoo Parlor –

“What a dump…” Evan scoffed to himself as he judgmentally scanned the old-fashioned looking neon-blue sign that was covered in a thick layer of black dust. The place looked like something out of a dystopian future from a cliched young adult novel…. Dark looking designs of mischievous demons, creepy looking ghouls and twisted villains haphazardly plastered all over the large glass window that provided small titillating glimpses into the murky interior.    

Evan moved closer to the glass so he could peer inside… Within, the parlor looked like a punk-rock bar that had been refurbished into a tattoo studio.  The walls were covered in even more darkly alluring tattoo art that was truly eye-catching and made the heart-broken young man get lost in it as he admired the sharp angular lines of enticing tribal designs and the soft blurry edges of disturbingly beautiful artworks. Lured inside… like a lonely pirate following a siren’s irresistible call he slowly pushed open the door to the parlor, setting off a rickety door chime that made him jump a little.  

“Can I help you?” grumbled a sultry voice from behind a black curtain that separated the entrance of the store from the back, where the real ink work obviously took place.  

Evan gulped hard. Unsure of why he’d even entered the peculiar looking place other than a perplexing force driving him forward, perhaps to run away from the truth of what had made him trudge along mindlessly for hours in the rain… All the way to the unpleasant part of town. A burst of sudden adrenaline coursed through his veins as he took one more look at the nightmarish art decorating the walls and his lips parted without another thought…  

“D-do you take walk-ins?” I-I’d like to get a tattoo!” he stuttered out, trying to sound confident in his own spur-of-the-moment decision that had blindsided the more logical part of his brain. The part that was usually more in control. Right now, he was raw and defenseless.  Hungry for anything that would make him feel alive once more.    

From behind the curtain emerged a tall, slender twenty-something year old man with spiky raven hair and hypnotically piercing blue eyes.  He prowled towards the reception counter with a cocky arrogance as he slowly scanned Evan up and down, almost like a hunter assessing his prey. Most strikingly, he was covered in intricately detailed tattoos, making him look like a moving work of art or a beautiful nightmare brought to life.   

Damn…He’s kinda hot… mused Evan, taken aback by his surprisingly soft features which stood in stark contrast to the inked-up body he was proudly showing off through a revealing black tank top. His overall swaggering demeanor obviously screamed ‘fuckboy’ but that didn’t stop him from being dangerously alluring, his cold azure stare sparking a flame of licentious arousal deep within Evan, making him suddenly feel dizzyingly hot despite being completely drenched in cold rain.  

“That depends pretty boy.  Are you looking for something simple or a three-hour Hokusai masterpiece?” the mysterious young man asked drily, resting his elbows on the reception counter.

He gave Evan one more look over, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he examined him slowly from head to toe, shamelessly checking him out and making no attempt at hiding it. Evan blushed bright red as he felt the hungry eyes savoring every inch of him and he froze on the spot, completely taken aback by such a blatant display of unabashed desire.  “ Pretty boy” … the words kept ringing in his head and it made his heart flutter within his chest.  It took him a moment to compose himself internally before he could respond, pushing aside heat he felt bubbling within himself.    

“Just something simple.” he replied bluntly, pretending not to notice being so overtly lusted over by the roguish tattoo artist.   

“Cool, what did you have in mind?” quizzed the black-haired beauty, tapping his tattooed fingers on the counter to the rhythm of a strange rock song playing faintly in the background.   

“I… Uhhh… I’m not sure. To be honest, this is really out of the blue for me.  Do you have any design portfolios or anything I could look at?” Evan admitted frankly, looking around once more at the artworks adorning the walls to see if anything caught his eye but everything seemed larger and far more conspicuous than anything he was willing to commit to.    

“Sure, here you go… these babies are all mine…  Why do you want a tattoo anyways? Usually, when people come in, they at least have some idea what they want…” puzzled the captivating stranger, raising a slightly judgmental eyebrow at Evan. The inked-up artist then ducked down below the counter and pulled out a tattered leather scrapbook and plopped it unceremoniously on the counter-top.   

“Honestly, I just want to try something new.  Do something that makes me feel… alive again” Evan admitted truthfully, pressing up close to the counter and placing his hands on the rough leather of the old scrapbook, admiring its almost rustic charm.    

“Riiight… Well at least try to pick something that means something to you, or reminds you of a thing you like” the enticing tattooist suggested, a sliver of smug annoyance in his tone.  His inquisitive eyes roamed Evan’s face as he leaned in closer to examine the scrapbook, a ravenous flicker flashing across their blue depths when their eyes connected.   

Trying his best to ignore the warmth spreading across his cheeks as he felt the attractive artist’s gaze admiring his face, Evan opened up the old scrapbook and began flicking through its pages for something he’d like permanently etched unto his skin. The album was breathtakingly gorgeous, not only for its art but for its creative presentation.  It was filled with polaroid pictures of previous tattoos and drawings of new designs in tight-knit collages against a fiery blue backdrop on every page. Scrolling through the pages everything seemed a little too ‘emo edge-lord’ for his own personal taste and he was starting to doubt he’d fine anything he’d like… Until one surprisingly innocent design made him let out a tiny chuckle.   

Perfect. Literally perfect … Evan thought to himself looking down at its brilliant simplicity, suddenly filled with real excitement at his all-too brash decision to get inked.  

“That one!” he chirped, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he excitedly pointed at the tattoo he wanted. A trickle of genuine happiness pouring down through him for the first time in weeks at that moment.   

“…Seriously? I kinda drew that one as a joke when I was hungry!” the tatted-up artist confessed, scratching his head as visible confusion unfurled through his handsome features while he looked down at the design Evan was enthusiastically pointing at.   

“Well, you said I should get a tattoo that means something to me, or reminds me of a thing I love… there’s nothing I love more on this earth than fried chicken!” Evan beamed, flashing a cheeky grin at the brooding tattooist.  His heart leapt in his chest at feeling something other than hollow emptiness after so long.   

On the page, there was a simple drawing of a fried chicken leg adorned with tiny angel wings.  It was the most beautifully pure thing Evan had ever seen in his life.  He almost wept as he gazed on its impossible perfection.    

“Alright, that’ll be 150 bucks, let me go make a stencil real quick and I’ll come back to get you. Just fill out this form for now…” the dark-haired boy grumbled as he quickly pulled out a paper sheet from underneath the counter and handed it to Evan before turning around to the back of the store, disappearing behind the black curtain.   

Evan glared down at the sheet, it asked nothing that was either unexpected or particularly interesting. Age, address, phone number… any known health conditions or allergies… blah blah blah. He filled it out quickly, grabbing a pen from the counter and writing away almost mindlessly. Eager to just get on with it. Desperate to do whatever it took to distract himself from his lingering heartache.   

“Follow me handsome… and bring the form” prompted the bewitching stranger, popping his face up from behind the curtain and giving Evan a devilish wink.   

Evan’s cock twitched at that as a cascade of shivers flowed down his spine. A combination of simmering arousal at the other man’s shameless flirtations and ecstatic nerves for what he’d gotten himself into making the room spin slightly around him as he followed him towards a completely brand-new experience… perhaps beginning to open himself up to a fresh chapter in his life.   

Following the swaggering tattooist behind the black curtain, he peered around wide-eyed as he took in the edgy workspace, graffiti lined walls and posters of by-gone rockstars decorating the area.  On one of the walls, pictures of what he assumed where all the artists who worked at the store where neatly lined up with their names plastered below their black and white portraits.  He quickly scanned through their names and faces… Shigaraki, Himiko, Bubaigawara … His gaze came to a screeching halt as it recognized the handsome face of the man who was about to pierce his skin.  His eyes darted down quickly to find out his name… it simply read… Karim.   

So that’s your name… interesting… he thought vagrantly as he allowed himself to become more and more intrigued by the flirty stranger.   

Karim waved a guiding hand, signaling Evan to sit down by his workstation with a subtly wicked grin on his face. Evan’s heart was thumping as he took off his rain-soaked hoodie, leaving himself in a slightly damped white t-shirt that clung tightly to his body. He tried to make himself comfortable on the tattoo chair as he anxiously waited for the captivating artist to finish his preparations. He watched intently as the brooding young man washed his hands and put on some gloves, setting off a collection of ink caps and new needles by a work-cart nearby.   

 Evan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down the curve of Karim’s back and admire a mouth-wateringly perky ass as he prepped himself. His eyes then slid on up to savor the sight of his toned tatted-up arms as he craved to be able to feel them up somehow.  He felt his cock inevitably begin to stiffen within his jeans as he let himself over-indulge in the visual treat before him so he quickly looked away, eyes darting up to the ceiling as he twiddled his thumbs, frantically hoping he wouldn’t pop a full-on boner after such a lack of self-control.   

“I want it here by the way, on my upper forearm!” he blurted out, trying to snap himself out of his carnal desires.  He extended his right arm and pointed at the exact spot he wanted.  

“Sooo… what’s a fine, uptown boy like you doing around these shady parts anyways?” Karim wondered out loud as he turned around and sat down in his work-chair right in front of Evan, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked deep into Evan’s eyes with a stripping incisiveness.   

Their knees touched and it sent a spark of sinful heat to Evan’s groin, who immediately moved his legs to avoid another awkward hard-on. Karim then grabbed unto his arm and washed his forearm with a soapy wipe, his rough hands unleashing some frenzied butterflies within Evan’s stomach as their eyes connected in a sizzling gaze. A crackling electricity permeating within the short distance between them.   

“I guess I’m…  running away from something” Evan muttered revealingly, trying his best to maintain their loaded eye contact despite feeling like Karim’s eyes were undressing his very mind and leaving him completely exposed and defenseless.  He had been running away… but he knew he couldn’t run from whatever was slowly igniting here.  

“Running away from what?” Karim prodded, his eyes narrowing like a cat about to pounce on a vulnerable sparrow as he gazed at Evan.  After wiping away the excess soap, he turned around and grabbed a brand-new razor and started shaving the light blondish hairs off Evan’s forearm.  

“Myself” Evan admitted sullenly, flashes of the volcanic relationship that had pushed him to his limit sparking like fleeting nightmarish visions through his mind.   

“Pffttt!… Is that your attempt at trying to sound cool and mysterious blondie?” Karim chuckled teasingly, his low grumbly voice hiding a dark undercurrent that was just as captivating as the rest of him.       

“Maybe… is it working?” Evan teased right back, giving the tattooist a playful smile as he nudged away the heartbreak that had driven him to this very chair in a desperate pursuit of a jolting distraction.   

“No. It does make you even more adorable though” Karim mused, his eyes lingering on Evan’s lips as he continued his teasing banter, deliberately letting his gaze dwell there in a shamelessly flirtatious manner.   

“Whatever…” Evan scoffed, his cheeks blushing crimson as he turned his face away from Karim, getting a little too turned on for his own good.   

 Evan was drawn like a moth to a flame to the palpable heat that ignited whenever they looked into each other’s eyes.  Throughout their repartee Karim had smoothly applied a sticky stencil unto his forearm, using the pressure of his palm to ensure it stuck. Once it was ready, he pinched a corner and peeled it back slowly to remove it from Evan’s skin.   

“Is this placement good?” Karim asked, examining his own work with a steely intensity.  

“Yeah…It’s perfect” Evan replied, admiring the adorable design.  

“I’m a lucky guy, getting to pop your tattoo cherry like this” Karim purred, his eyes gleaming with bawdy self-satisfaction at his racy innuendo, the dual meaning of his words making Evan blush even harder.   

“Very lucky… prove yourself worthy of it!” Evan snapped back, teeming with adrenaline and heat as the good-looking punk turned up his indecent provocations.  The sparking tension between them growing so thick it could be cut through with a knife.  

Karim changed into a new pair of gloves and grabbed an ink bottle, shaking the hell out of it for what seemed like forever. Evan watched intently as Karim finished preparing the tattoo gun, and leaned in ever so close…  

“This might hurt a bit” Karim husked, a slightly sadistic tinge to his tone making goosebumps erupt all over Evan’s body.    

The needle breached his skin and Evan let out a soft gasp as Karim guided it along the lines of the stencil. Evan watched wide eyed as Karim’s hands daftly worked their magic, putting a permanent mark on his flesh. It was a different kind of pain… It was almost pleasurable… There was an indescribable bliss in it as the needle moved in a blur, the buzzing sound of it ringing in Evan’s ears. Karim leaned in close as he worked away, creating precise lines along Evan’s skin, his eyes bristling with fierce concentration. Neither of them said a word as the small space between them filled with bubbling unspoken desire.    

Evan was drowning in the overwhelming sensation of it all, the line between pleasure and plain blurring as he yearned for more. He shivered slightly as the stubborn lingering heart-ache and hurt that had clouded his mind seemed to dissipate, tiny rays of sun shining through at last. Through it all his eyes were glued to Karim, completely enraptured by every inch of his skin he could look at. It was as if he’d put a spell on him and he couldn’t help but want to dive in to the dark blue waters within his eyes.   

It all went by in a flash as he found his fresh tattoo being wrapped by gentle hands as Karim carefully explained how to look after it for the next few weeks… His mind still in a daze from the whole experience as he handed over the cash for the services rendered back at the counter.  It was like being wrapped in a descending cloud as he slowly came down from the rush of the experience he’d just had.  Nothing had ever felt quite as invigorating.   
  

“You’ve just had your heart broken, haven’t you?” Karim just blurted out, completely matter-of-factly, lifting a curious eyebrow at Evan.   

… WHAT?!… Evan was snapped back into reality by Karim’s blunt assertion as his incisive stare seemed to cleave right into his soul, leaving him completely open and vulnerable.  There was no more luxuriating in the delicious afterglow of getting his first tattoo as his heart was nearly made to stop by hearing the uncomfortable truth being spoken out loud.   

“I-I’m sorry… W-what?” Evan stammered, an incredulous look on his face as he froze in shock.  Stripped completely naked by someone he’d just met an hour ago, but somehow seemed to know more than he had any right to.   

“You can see it from a mile away” Karim says in a gravelly tone, his eyes softening as he looked at Evan’s shocked face.    

“It’s really none of your business!” Evan spat out as his heart squeezed tight within his chest, a rumble of shattering pieces of the past making him quake a little as he stood there feeling completely exposed.  

“No. It’s not… But I bet I could make you feel better” Karim coaxed, voice low and sultry as he slithered from behind the counter and moved right up to Evan, their faces just a few mere inches away.   

“Excuse me?” Evan gulped, shivering on the spot as he looked up at the taller man, dizzying arousal intermingling with breathless vulnerability as the other man seemed capable of reading him like a book.  

“I have a place upstairs. My apartment’s just atop of this building… Why don’t you come up? I’d like to help you relax and feel good” Karim cooed softly, provocatively looking down at Evan with devilish intent in his eyes.    

“Feel good?” Evan questioned, his brain almost short-circuiting as jolts of electricity sparked up and down his spine as he desperately tried to process everything that he’d just heard come out of Karim’s mouth.  

“I saw you staring at me the whole-time blondie, and I think I made it pretty clear I like you too… Soooo, what do you say? I’ll help you forget whatever fucker hurt you! I promise” Karim muttered, voice dripping with desire as his penetrative gaze wouldn’t let up on the tight hold that he had over Evan.  

I need this… I do… Evan could feel his knees almost buckling as he stood there growing overwhelmed by it all. Karim’s seductive voice laced through the frighteningly perceptive way he’d been able to tell exactly what had been going on with him making him just want to melt into his arms… Would this be yet another distraction to avoid dealing with his issues? Or perhaps something more… His rapid heartbeat reverberated in his ears as he took a deep breath before the plunge.   

“Yes, I-I’d really like that. Yes please…” Evan stuttered out almost breathlessly, immediately regretting letting himself sound so damn needy as he felt a familiar heat begin pooling deep within.  

“Alright, let me lock up here for the night” the wicked smile on Karim’s face as those words left his mouth was positively sinful.   

The shameless Casanova made quick work of closing up shop, bustling about the room to make sure everything was in order so they could make a quick escapade.  Soon enough they were both outside the tattoo parlor, the chilly air stinging their skin as they made their way over to the corner of the building where there was a dark dilapidated entrance leading up to some crooked stairs.  

Evan’s blood was buzzing and his heart pounded within his chest as he followed Karim towards the inevitable conclusion of their sparring banter and those lingering stares full of unspoken yearning. He stuck closely behind Karim as they climbed up the steep, gloomy stairs leading to his apartment. Both carefully avoiding small puddles on certain steps thanks to a leaky roof.  They eventually arrived at a chipped wooden door at which point Karim hurriedly fiddled through his keys and popped open the rickety lock once he found the correct one.   

“Welcome to my palace…” Karim joked, pushing open the door and welcoming Evan inside with a sheepish grin.  

It was a typical bachelor’s pad.  Barren and lacking any sort of cohesive furniture. There was an ugly looking couch against the far-left wall that looked like it probably belonged to someone’s grandma once.  A couple of pizza boxes were littered on a small wooden table in front of it. Unopened carboard boxes laid stacked into a corner near a small kitchen that smelled like a fountain of soba. The bland white walls lacking any sort of decoration except for small cracks and out-of-joint bricks.  No family pictures or portraits to speak of.   

“Love what you’ve done with the place!” Evan teased, biting back a laugh as he looked around at the drab apartment.   

“You didn’t come here to admire the furniture blondie” Karim sneered, his eyes devouring Evan with ravenous lust as he walked backwards towards an unopened door…   

“Come to the bedroom…” he hissed, flinging the door open and disappearing inside, beckoning Evan to follow him at once.   

Evan stepped in with great curiosity, his heart still thumping rapidly in feverish anticipation.  Karim’s room, much like the rest of the apartment was mostly unfurnished save for a large unmade bed and a big wooden closet filled to burst with gothic clothes and well-worn shoes.  The pale moonlight slipping in through the thin curtains adorning the window bathed the room in soft light.  The faint sounds of cars driving by as rain kept pouring down created a soothing soundscape that made Evan loosen his shoulders as he tiptoed around the sparce living space.   

“C’mere!” Karim ordered, plopping down unto his own bed and patting at the empty space next to him with his hand, signaling to Evan to sit down real close.  

Evan immediately sat down on the bed, a thousand butterflies fluttered about frenziedly in his tummy as Karim took his hand with his own and interlaced their fingers together.  He wondered how such a simple gesture could be so potent and intimate, the warmth of Karim’s hand feeling like a comforting warm blanket.   

“I know it’s none of my business but… What happened? Who was he? Y-you don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna… J-just tell me to shut the fuck up if I’m bothering you” Karim spoke quietly. The softest and most unsure his entire demeaner had been up to this point, as if being in the privacy of his own room gave him permission to let down his cocky over-confident guard.  Even if just for a little while.  

Evan paused to let himself take a deep breath in, closing his eyes to ground himself and process everything that had happened on this wildly unexpected afternoon. Breathe out.  Slowly, he opened heavy lidded eyes to once more become spellbound when his gaze connected with the enthralling man next to him. Maybe it was time to be honest with himself.    

“Everyone always says I’m optimistic to a fault… that nothing ever gets to me… that I’m good at everything… But it’s not true.  Things do hurt me.  I’m just good at hiding it. Recently I… had to let go of someone I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember because I recognized that he was no good for me. Doesn’t make it hurt any less… You see… I’ve never really failed at anything before. I hate disappointing others” Evan wept softly, his eyes welling up with tears as he finally let himself acknowledge how he truly felt and everything that had happened.  

It was like the weight of the world was suddenly lifted off his shoulders.  It didn’t fully stop the hurt but it gave it a voice. He’d finally opened up an exhaust port of sorts so it wouldn’t keep accumulating inside until it festered and turned dreadfully toxic.  He still felt bruised but at least now his wounds had a name and an origin.  A source he could bring into the light, to illuminate his path forward.  

“Sometimes when you’re at your most fucked up, that’s when you’re open to changing into something even stronger than you’ve ever been” Karim consoled him, visibly struggling to find the right words but clearly trying his best to soothe him. A deep seated sadness lurking just beneath the surface.  

“That’s actually kinda sweet, thank you” Evan smiled, wiping away a tear that had escaped from his eyes, he quivered as he sat there feeling like his soul had been laid bare.   

“You’re trembling… you don’t do this kinda thing often do you?” Karim observed, tightening his grip on Evan’s hand as if to ground him back into the present moment.   

Heat rushed to Evan’s face and he turned his head away “No” he replied honestly as the tension between them simmered hotter, coming closer and closer to a boil.   

“Stay right there, I’ll get something that’ll soothe and relax us both real gooood” Karim crooned, letting go of his hand and darting over to drag open a drawer on his black closet.   

He sat back down looking like a naughty school child as he waved a pre-rolled blunt at Evan. He lit it up with glee and took a long puff from it, sinking down into the mattress with a blissed out look on his face.  

“Care to share?” Evan chortled, enjoying watching Karim space out.  

As though he’d been waiting for that very question, Karim grinned and moved closer, until their knees were touching…  

“Breathe in when I breathe out gorgeous” Karim said in a low voice that rumbled through Evan’s entire being.  

Evan nodded in response, licking his dry lips as anticipation and desire brewed hot within. No thoughts except wanting to close the small distance between them permanently, if possible.  

Karim leaned in close as he slipped his hand around the back of Evan’s neck, sending a waterfall of shivers down his spine. Evan watched utterly mesmerized as Karim’s cheeks hollowed when he took a pull from the blunt. Their lips brushed together as Karim leaned right in, and slowly breathed out unto his parted lips. Evan took a shallow breath, and although his throat tightened, he managed not to cough. His eyes fluttered close as he melted unto Karim’s hold, swaying on the spot a little. The inhalation warmed him down to his belly, and when he breathed out again without coughing Karim gave him an approving wink that made him quiver with need.   

He shook at Karim’s proximity, entranced by the teasing curve of his lips and the flicker of his dark eyelashes. He felt himself immediately get hard as he admired the dangerous flames within Karim’s eyes, a soothing haze settling over his thoughts as he grew intoxicated by the sensual intimacy of the moment.  

Before he could conjure up another thought…Karim threw the blunt away and crashed their lips together in a deep, searing kiss that made the earth stop spinning. Evan instantly moaned into it as Karim pushed him backwards on top of the bed and slid on top of him, cupping his face to tilt his head up as their kiss grew sloppy and messy, their tongues swirling around each other as they both fought for dominance in the heat of the moment. Ripples of carnal hunger making him claw at Karim’s forearms.   

He let out a trembling gasp into Karim’s mouth as he felt his rock-hard cock press against his own where their hips were slotted together. The velvety warmth of Karim’s mouth making him delirious as they made out like recently uncaged animals. When their lips finally parted, he panted for air like he’d just come up from a deep underwater dive into the most refreshingly cooling waters.   

“Relax pretty boy… relax” Karim purred against the shell of Evan’s ear.  

The feeling of Karim’s warm breath caressing his skin makes Evan shiver against him, a helpless whimper escaping his lips as his hips bucked upwards involuntarily, seeking some much-needed friction. Their throbbing cocks rubbing together through the fabric of their tight jeans.   

“P-please… please!” Evan whimpered through quivering lips, not even knowing what he was pleading for, mind going hazy with delirious need as he kept rutting upwards against Karim’s hardened length with his own. His cock achingly hard and leaking obscenely within the constraint of his tight pants.   

“You’re even prettier when you beg!” Karim teased, a wicked smile on his lips as he looked down at the shivering man beneath him. He roughly cupped Evan’s face to ensure their eyes connected in a heated gaze before he started grinding downwards to meet his heady upward thrusts, rolling his hips sinfully so their cocks would press hard against each other.   

“Oh my god…” Evan gasped, biting his lips to hold back what he knew would be an embarrassingly needy whimper.  The unbridled lust in Karim’s eyes was making him fray at the edges, intoxicated by desire and renewed thirst for life. He felt alive again as a dizzying need began filling him to the brim.  And it was all thanks to the dangerously handsome man above him.  

“Let’s take these clothes off, shall we? Karim cooed, but it sounded more like an order than a suggestion.  

“Y-yes…Yes!” Evan stuttered out feverishly, wanting to taste and explore every inch of Karim’s skin.   

They stripped each other quickly, clothes flying everywhere as they practically tore the clothes from each other’s bodies. Evan stared wide eyed, surely in the throes of a spell as he took in just how truly covered in ink Evan was. It was as if his body told a story that he was dying to get to know, begging to uncover what lurked beneath the rough exterior.   

Karim’s large hands snake through Evan’s smooth torso and chest and he roughly grabs his arms and pins them above his head by the wrists.  Evan’s eyes blow wide and he keens at Karim’s dominant forcefulness, which only made him even more drunk with arousal. With his arms held tightly above his head he was truly at Karim’s mercy and it was positively blissful.  

Karim plunges his face back into the crook of Evan’s neck and proceeds to kiss it feverishly, almost suckling on the soft skin. Evan can’t help but instantly whimper at it.  He grinds up against Karim and his hands struggle against where he’s pinning them down, desperate to break free and touch him everywhere. Fireworks go off in his mind as his neck is lavished in succulent kisses that drive him absolutely wild.   Shaky gasps come pouring out of his lips as Karim’s body envelops his own.   

Karim lets go of his hands and Evan immediately tangles them in his thick black hair as the taller man began trailing heated kisses down his chest and then his stomach along the way. Evan’s mind is already fogged over with need, all he can do is gasp out a “Yes” when Karim reaches his achingly hard cock.   

Looking up at him seductively Karim takes him into the welcoming warmth of his mouth and swirls his tongue around the hardened shaft. Evan sees stars as he is engulfed in wet heat while Karim sloppily services him, lips darkened with saliva as he takes him in deep. Evan can’t help but thrust into Karim’s slick mouth, as he is enraptured by his hollowing cheeks when he lustfully suctions on his throbbing cock. Fire was pooling low in his abdomen as he dissolved into the unadulterated pleasure. Giving into it as it enveloped him fully.  

“Can I fuck you?” Karim rasped breathlessly, looking up at Evan with glossy eyes as a string of warm saliva dripped down his chin.   

Evan nods fervently, spreading his legs open without even thinking. Completely consumed with lust.  He watched in a daze as Karim reached for some lubricant he had stashed in his closet nearby and he generously coated his fingers. With a frantic nod from Evan , Karim slides a finger into his warm tight entrance, then another. He moves them apart and together steadily and curls them back and forth as he drinks in Evan’s helpless moans. His third finger enters and he continues his lascivious movements. Evan can feel his cock dripping even more sticky precum as he arches his hips up and he hooks one of his legs around Karim’s waist, wordlessly begging for more as Karim finds that spot inside him that makes his vision blur at the edges.   

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Karim huffed, working his fingers into Evan, opening him up for his cock.  

Dizzy for it, Evan simply responds with a shaky “More” and Karim knows exactly what he means. He pries Evan’s legs open and lines up his cock with his entrance.  

“You ready?” he asks between ragged breaths.  

A pleading “Yeah” tumbled from Evan’s lips.  

Karim slowly starts slipping his large cock inside Evan’s tight heat. Evan scrunches his eyes closed and gasps at the sudden intrusion, grasping at the bedsheets. Mercifully, Karim takes it nice and easy on him. Slowly sinking deeper and deeper. In almost one perfectly wet thrust Evan takes Karim deep within him, feeling himself filled to burst in the most agonizingly perfect way.  

Evan makes a strangled noise, whole body quaking at the sensation of having Karim sheathed inside him. Karim is buried so deep within him. Deeper than anything he’d ever taken. He feels so incredibly full and it’s absolutely mind-blowing. All his worries and fears dissipating and being replaced by the most perfect of pleasures. He throws his head back and lets out the most heated moan that had ever poured out of his lips. Enthralled and consumed by unapologetic hunger for more.   

“Breathe baby… breathe” Karim encouraged softly, leaning down, arms in each side of Evan’s head for support. He took a moment to just gaze down at the beautiful sight of the man beneath him.   

Evan mewls in response and Karim trails hot kisses from his shoulders up to his neck. Holding him tighter to him as he pulls out and begins fucking into him at last. Starting up a slow but steady rhythm.  

Evan tries to bite his lips to stop himself from crying out in ecstasy but it’s impossible. It’s so good. Too good. The feeling of Karim’s strong body against his setting his mind alight. The lustful kisses on his neck make him shiver as every thrust sends a powerful jolt of pleasure coursing through him. His legs tremble, calves shaking as Karim fucks into him more quickly, picking up his speed.   

“F-fuck me please” Evan whimpered as he wrapped his legs even tighter around Karim’s waist, ankles hooking around his sweat-slicked back as the devilishly handsome man truly begins pounding into him.    

His hands desperately scramble to find their place on Karim’s inked-up body as the pace becomes rough, a thick fog of lust permeating the air. He clings unto his broad shoulders, holding on tightly as their bodies crashed against each other at an increasingly rapid pace, one of his hands tangling into his messy raven hair. With each rough thrust of Karim’s hips, Evan clings tighter to him, pushing back into each thrust to meet him halfway. Karim firmly plants his forearms beside Evan’s head, lustfully dipping down to messily kiss along his jawline with uninhibited hunger.    

Evan can’t help but cry out in pleasure as Karim licks a wet-stripe from his neck up to his ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe.  He clawed desperately at Karim’s back wanting to melt into him, needing him as close as humanly possible. Helpless moans were continually being driven out of him by Karim’s relentless pounding as sweat and pre-cum mingled indiscriminately between them while they crashed against each other like waves against the shore.   

 Evan’s cock stays trapped between their bodies, his wetness smears their stomachs, sticky across the creases of rolling muscles. He keens desperately as the wet, warm stimulation and relentless attack on his prostate become too much as Karim hits his spot with every sinful roll of his hips. He loves it, loves the messy, sticky melding of their bodies.  It’s what he’d wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on Karim.    

Karim aggressively cupped Evan’s boyish face with both hands, their eyes met in an intense gaze that held unbridled mutual lust, their lips brushing together as they gasped into each other’s mouths while Karim kept a steady pace.    

“Tell me how much you love this” Karim grunted, punctuating this with a particularly rough thrust of his hips that makes Evan gasp and frantically grasp at his sweaty back. The reaction eliciting a sweetly wicked chuckle out of Karim.      

“I-I l-love it so m-much” Evan confessed in between pants and groans.  “I wanted this… f-from the moment I first saw y-you! You’re so fucking hot” he mewled, his cheeks turning a sinful shade of crimson, at once slightly embarrassed but deeply aroused at admitting something so raw and filthy while being held so roughly by the gorgeous man above him.    

“Yeah? You wanted me to fill your tight little hole? You wanted me to spread your legs and make you cum?” Karim teased darkly, something mean and spiteful in it despite the soft way he’s cooing. 

“Well, is it as good as you imagined?” Karim grinned, already knowing the answer.   

Evan nods shakily, spastically, like he can’t even control his muscles anymore. Karim grinds in slowly on his next thrust, forcing a gratified moan out of the blond man, and keeps rolling his hips in small sinful circles. Evan is quickly becoming overwhelmed, tumbling towards the edge faster and faster with each filthy word that leaves Karim’s mouth.    

Their noses brush against each other as Karim firmly cups Evan’s handsome face, he chuckles seeing the strung-out boy squirming just underneath him and dives down to passionately kiss him.  It’s wet and messy and almost dangerously all-consuming as he practically drinks up every whimper escaping Evan’s reddened lips. When their lips finally part, Evan gasps for breath as Karim peppers gentle kisses all over his beautiful face, relishing in the breathless desire pouring out of him.    

 “You must have wanted this bad… And I did too baby…you’re just so goddamn pretty…” Karim rasped, seemingly almost chocking up as he called Evan ‘pretty’.   

“Oh fuck” Evan gasped out, eyes rolling back, toes curling as the pleasure all but consumed him. The all too familiar heat pooling in his lower stomach a tell-tale sign he was dangerously close to the edge.    

“Yeah, you’re strung out.” Karim grins in smug self-satisfaction. He’s rougher with his next thrusts, deliberately chasing towards the orgasm he knows is teetering just in the distance for the trembling man beneath him.   

“Come on, baby boy. Work your cock for me. I want you to cum around me” Karim keened breathlessly.    

Evan complies like he’ll die if he won’t.  He scrambles for his cock and grips it so hard his knuckles go a little white, roughly jerking himself off in a frenzy.  Karim doesn’t stop him, doesn’t bother to even slow him down, instead he glances down in between them to admire the way Evan touches himself, watching intently as the blond shamelessly chased his peak with reckless abandon. So heady and desperate. His legs tightened like a vice around Karim’s waist as he dangled on the precipice of his release. He gripped desperately at Karim’s back with one hand as he jerked himself off frantically with the other, holding unto him tight as the inevitable quickly approached.    

“Oh my god… I-I’m so f-f-fucking close… Y-you’re gonna make me cum!” Evan practically sobbed. Struggling to get the words out through shaky whimpers as he dangled on the precipice of his release. Unable to think of anything but the perfect drag of Karim’s thick cock inside him and the way he knew he was about to come apart. He never felt more vulnerable than when he came undone and the thought Karim was about to see it, to see him , only added to the raw pent-up desire making him fall apart.    

“Yeah… that’s it… I wanna see a big sticky mess… show me a big sticky mess” Karim grunted out, authority and desire dripping over every word as he roughly cupped Evan’s face, forcing the shuddering man to look at him, right into his dark, smoldering eyes that held such fire within them.    

His pace became downright brutal. His intent was abundantly clear. He wanted to make the trembling Evan cum between them right then and there. Evan keened from the intensity of their eye contact alone, as he hurtled towards the inevitable. His hand never stopping its frantic motion on his cock as Karim continued his hard, deep pace that had the entire bed shaking.     

“Yeah baby, you can cum, I’ve got you boy, fucking cum, come on… Cum for me, make a mess” Karim demanded, tone firm and deep as he pounded into Evan with animalistic ferocity.    

That was it for Evan, he cried out, high-pitched and brokenly as Karim’s filthy words coupled with the fire in his eyes tipped him over the edge at last.  His back arched as he spurted hot and hard between them, milky white cum spilling over his hand and coating both their stomachs. His whole body shaking as the pleasure was ripped from him.  His thighs trembled around Karim’s waist as he made an absolute mess in between them, leaving him drenched and whimpering as Karim kept on fucking him through his orgasm.  

Karim slammed home, deep, holding Evan tight by the hips and booming in a tone of deep satisfaction “That’s it, there you fucking go!”…  

Evan lets out a chocked sob, completely overcome by falling undone like this. He shivers from head to toe. The lingering aftershocks of his orgasm have his legs shaking around Karim and his sweaty chest heaving as the world stuttered on its axis.   

Karim moaned uninhibitedly as he spilled inside Evan, chest heaving and muscles glistening with sweat as his whole body went taut while he pressed in deep.  His blue eyes scrunched closed as he quaked at the force of his release, his whole-body spasming as he burst hard within the overstimulated man beneath him. Coating Evan’s insides in his warm spent.   

“Ah…sorry” Karim murmured, sounding not at all contrite. He grinned down at Evan’s stunned face as he stroked the pad of his thumb along his quivering bottom lip. “Your ass is just—I couldn’t resist”.  

Evan could do nothing but whimper pitifully in response as Karim sunk down on top of him, heedless of the mess. He closes his eyes and tries to regain control of his breath as a soft smile illuminates his face… Utterly spent and blissfully satisfied. After a while, he couldn’t possibly tell how long, he rolled Karim over unto to his side and they tangled their legs together. Evan couldn’t speak yet, but he managed a satisfied grunt as he pressed his face into the sticky, salty skin of Karim’s neck.  

“Shit! You should probably get up and wash your tattoo, how careless of me” Karim breathed out sounding completely exhausted as he quicky drifted off into dreamland.  

“Nnnnhhggg” Evan lethargically babbled in response, not wanting to move an inch.  

 “It just dawned on me that you don’t even know my name… please call me Amir” whispered the already half-asleep man, running gentle fingers through Evan’s messy blond hair.  

“But I thought? At the store on the wall, it said Karim?” muttered Evan.  A little befuddled as the name seemed vaguely familiar to him.  He breathed in deeply, enjoying the musky scent of Amir’s flesh.   

“Oh that… that’s just so no one around here can connect me with my father.  The guy’s an asshole who doesn’t even know I’m alive.  He’s some hot-shot attorney who runs a powerful law-firm… People around here hate him.  And so do I.” Amir seethed, looping his arm around Evan’s waist to pull him in tight.  

Evan’s stomach dropped. A hollow dread making him feel sick as Amir’s words made his mind fray at the edges… No, it couldn’t possibly be? What am I hearing? His heart sunk into a black abyss as he braced himself for the worst.  

“Wait a minute… which law firm?” Evan asked quietly, his face pale as snow.  His heart began racing anew as he anxiously awaited Amir’s answer.  

“Endeavor Legal Firm… why?” Amir scoffed, rolling his eyes at him with mild annoyance.  

Evan gasped in absolute shock “Oh my god… Hassan?! Your dad’s Hassan?!!”  

The mortified look on Amir’s face was answer enough. The room violently spun around Evan as his world seemed to collapse into irrecoverable oblivion.   

I just fucked my ex’s son?!?!   

… To be continued?

My First Time

Picture it Georgia 1991.  It was my senior year in high school.  I had known for many years now that I was attracted to boys and not girls.  Things were way different in that time frame especially in the south.  I had messed around with my neighbor many times over the years when I was younger, just fondling one another but nothing else.  I was always picked on in school for being a little husky as well as being gay.  I think the kids knew it I was called the usual names fag, cock sucker you name it.  I had begun masturbating at a very young age after as a small child my brother who was 5 years older than me masturbated in front of me in the den one day after school.  I was in awe of how large his penis was now mind you I was only probably 8 or 9 at the time so I had not gone through puberty yet.  I will never forget it he was sitting there in the black leather recliner completely naked jacking off till he shot his load all over the chair.  The first time I jacked off I had an orgasm but didn’t have sperm yet so nothing came out.  I would throughout the years jack off thinking about the times my neighbor and I had played around with each other in our younger days. So now fast forward to my senior year of High School.  I had already turned 18 the previous fall before all this happened.  Jamal was much younger then I because he was an under classmen.

Jamal started coming up to me in the Library just out of the blue during lunch time.  He would sit down at the table I was at striking up a conversation.  Eventually our talks turned to sexual stuff which I loved because I was a horny teenager.  I would have talks about sex previously with other guys I was friends with over the years but that was all that would happen was talking.  So finally one day Jamal looks at me saying that he wanted to bend me over the table and fuck my brains out.  Like I stated earlier times were different in those days I was scared to say anything other than dude you are barking up the wrong tree.  See I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or if he was trying to out me so that others would beat me up.  The more we would talk over the months the more comfortable I became with him to the point where I felt like I could trust him.  One thing that always bothered me was that up till that time the only two cocks I had seen had been my brothers and my neighbors.  When we were like 14 and 15 my neighbor had come down to my house one day and dared me to jack off in front of him.  I dared him to walk around the inside of my house without any clothes on.This afforded me the opportunity to see his cock 3 different times it was bigger than mine and pointed straight up in the air it was so beautiful.  See I always felt small compared to them and felt something was wrong because mine had a slight curve to the left. 

Well finally one day that early winter Jamal came into the library sitting down at my table and we began to talk.  Now let me step back for a minute I was raised in an area that had been transitioning for a couple of years.  I was in the minority in my school.  I was Caucasian and Jamal was African American.   So this day I had found a book there that talked about sex and it had a drawing of penis in it to explain an erection.  I showed him the book saying don’t take this the wrong way but I have always wondered what an African American’s penis looked like.  He didn’t really say anything.  A few days later again we met up in the library had a little bit of a conversation and then he said hey I need to go to the rest room do you want to go.  I was like no I am fine not even thinking that he was trying to get me there for a reason.  I thought about it for a moment and decided that I would go.  I went into the first restroom he wasn’t there so I ran back around to the other restroom as there were multiple ones in the school.  I walked in and he was standing at the urinal.  What should I do I panicked not knowing what would happen if I went to the urinal next to him which had no dividers around them.  I chickened out and ended up going into one of the stalls to urinate.  When I came back out much to my surprise he was taking his time washing his hands.  Then all of a sudden he said hey I want to ask you something.  He peered around the corner looking to see if anyone was coming.  Jamal turned around walked up to me and reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock and started feeling me up.  He proceeded to ask me what you would do if a guy came up to you and started doing this.  I was in shock I didn’t know what to say.  I couldn’t get words to come out of my mouth it felt so wonderful to have another person touch my cock through my pants.  Finally the bell rang and all I could say was stop it.  He then said okay you would say stop it.  I tried to reach at that point to touch his dick but couldn’t feel anything.  Come to find out later he had on his boxers, gym shorts, and dress pants so I couldn’t grasp him the way he did me.  I then said when do you go to lunch.  After he told me I said I have class that time frame I go before but look I am going to get out of class and I will meet you in the library. Now this was when the fun started.

So I had access to a locked storage room in the back of the library.  I went into the office retrieved the keys unlocked the door then left it cracked.  As soon as he got there I explained to him that I was going to go into the back room then he could wait a few moments making sure no one saw him and follow me in there.  Then I waited the door cracked open and Jamal stepped in closing the door behind him.  I said now what is it you were asking me.  He said touching me again I just wanted to know what you would do if a guy started doing this.  I let him touch me for a while then again to no avail I tried to do the same for him.  We stopped then started just pacing around the room asking each other various questions.  What would you do if guys said suck my dick? What would you do if this or that?  I finally picked up the nerve and asked Jamal what would you do if a guy walked up to you in the restroom saying he let me see your dick? His answer was well it would depend on who it was.  I said well what if it was me.  He said you oh of course you could see it.  I immediately without blinking an eye said okay let me see it.  Jamal stood a little ways away from me started to unbutton his dress pants then unzip them.  He reached inside his gym shorts and boxers pulling them slightly down to reveal to me one of the largest cock’s I had ever laid my eyes on.  I was in awe with not only how big but also how beautiful the mushroom head was he was semi hard and it was all of 9 inches and thick as all get out.  He shook it a couple of times and then put it away.  Next he grabbed me unbuttoning my pants to release my cock so he could see it.  Jamal reached down grasping it with his hands slowly masturbating me and I won’t lie it felt so well. I got everything put back together and we continued to ask each other questions about first one thing and another.  I then asked him could I see his cock again.  He proceeded to pull it out letting it dangle right in front of me.  I then asked may I touch it.  He said yes you can touch it I reached down so enamored with this huge dark penis I wanted to put my lips around it even though I had never done it before and had no idea what to do.  I was sitting down in a chair while he was standing in front of me.  I looked up into his beautiful face straight into his eyes asking can I put it in my mouth.  He explained yes go ahead.  I started slowly pushing my lips across this huge cock taking it slowly into my mouth.  I went up and down on it a time or two it felt so good to have a cock in mouth.   This was something I had dreamed of doing for years.  I stopped sucking sat back and Jamal put his cock away.  It was nearing the end of lunch so we concluded for that day. I went home and so overly excited about what happened. That was the day I jacked off about 7 or 8 times thinking about me actually getting to suck a cock that day.  The last time very little to no cum shot out and my cock was getting raw so I quit.

It was a few days letter that Jamal came into the Library early one morning before school started.  He looked at me saying meet me in the restroom on hall so and so.  I walked in the restroom not seeing him at first then he stepped out of the last stall.  The thing about our school back then was there were tile walls separating the toilets but now doors for privacy.  I went in he pulled out that beautiful cock and I began to suck it.  He stopped me so that I could stand up and then he turned me around.  He began to pull my pants and underwear down around my ankles.  Jamal then stated get up against the wall I want to stick my cock as he called it by your butt hole.  I had never been fucked before so there was no way he was going to be able to enter me.  He would basically hump me till he climaxed shooting his load on the floor.  We did this multiple times usually in the morning; however one afternoon we went into the bathroom locking the door behind us he was almost about to push deep inside me when there came a knock on the door.  It was the custodian she was there to clean.  She was mad why you got this door locked.  I explained to her that I had been jumped before in the bathroom so I would lock myself in so no one could cum in there while I was using the restroom.  I left Jamal in there and he waited a few moments to come out.  It had become to risqué to do this anymore so I explained that I had my house to myself in the afternoons he could cum over there.

I finally got the chance for Jamal to come over to my house.  I watched as he crossed the main street that I lived on then jumped up to open the door before he reached it.  We made small talk and I led him into my bedroom. He disrobed all but his shirt which he wouldn’t take off, later he said that was in case he had to make a quick getaway.  I laid on my back in my bed while Jamal climbed up pushing my legs in the air to reach my anus.  He put the head of his cock at my sphincter and started to push inside.  It was met with some resistance however he finally pushed in as pain went through my body.  He continued till all 9 inches was up inside of me.  I was in pure ecstasy.  He began to pull out and push in as the pain started to subside.  He continued pumping in and out of my anus until he said I am about to cum he pulled out removed the condom shooting his hot load of creamy juice all over my stomach.  We would meet up many times over 2 or 3 years him always fucking me sometimes with a condom sometimes not but he would always pull out to shoot his load on me. 

Jamal came over early one morning and we got in the shower together it was so magical to be able to soap up his body.  I explained to him that I would love to lick his ass which he permitted me to do.  I was always fucked by him he never allowed me to fuck him as he was a total top.  He then proceeded to tell me stories of all the guys at the school he had sex with or had let suck his dick.  I was shocked to find out how many of the kids in my school were actually fooling around with each other but none ever included me.  The more we connected the more I fell in love with Jamal however the feelings were not mutual.  To him I was just a side piece.

Then at the end of that 3 year period the next to last time I saw Jamal he had moved into his own apartment.  He called me that day asking could we meet up I said sure he explained I want you to cum to my place.  I got ready headed down the road arrived at the apartment complex got out and knocked on the door.  Jamal opened the door to my surprise he was wearing a bath towel.  He explained I am taking a bath come on in.  As soon as I closed the door he removed the towel exposing his beautiful young tight body.  I followed him to a back bedroom that had a bath attached to it.  There were 2 red velvet couches and a bed in the corner.  I sat down on the couch while he proceeded to go back get into the tub of water to continue bathing himself.  He got out drying off and wrapped himself in a towel.  He entered into the room sitting on the opposite couch with the towel just slightly opened so that I could see his beautiful cock.  I went over to him removed the towel taking his large cock in my hand then proceeded to go down on him.  He stopped me for a moment laid me on my back pushing my legs up into the air.  He then grabbed a jar of Vaseline putting a few fingers in to get some lubing up his large 9 inch penis.  He then slid his fingers into my sweet little honey hole opening it up a bit.  Jamal grabbed his penis opening up my ass crack to push inside me he continued to do so until he was deep inside.  It always felt so wonderful to be fucked by this handsome and sexy man.  Jamal started to moaning then pulled out of me jacking his cock until he shot load after load onto my stomach.

A few years went by we lost touch with one another then he appeared at the store I was working at one day.  I was like hey how are you, we talked for a moment I gave him my phone number as at that time we had moved.  The next morning to my surprise he called me wanting to cum over to see me.    That day is etched into my memory for ever as I was still in love with him.  My heart raced as I waited for him to drive up.  I went to the door allowing him to enter in.  We talked for a few minutes he was wearing some short tight running shorts and a matching tank top that was emerald green with white trim.  After chatting for a moment he asked are you wearing underwear to which I replied yes.  I asked him the same and he said no he wasn’t.  I reached up the leg of his shorts and felt what was actually a lining like a swimsuit was.  I exclaimed yes you are I feel them.  That was when he said no I’m not so I pulled back the waist band exposing his beautiful cock being held by the lining of his shorts.   He said know you have done it you made me hard.  I said well we can take care of that.  I reached down grabbing his cock and led him back to my bedroom.  We got completely undressed.  I sat down on the bed taking his big cock in my hand leaning in to lick it then put my lips around it and suck on it for a moment.  Jamal laid me back grabbed some lotion then proceeded to put his cock at the crack of my ass.  He started to push inside of me bareback without anything but the lube.  As soon as he had me opened up he continued to pound my ass moaning and enjoying every minute of it.  He pulled out his cock grabbing it as he shot streams of sweet baby juice all over my stomach.  That was the last time I saw Jamal.  I would give anything to run into him again as he is the only man I have truly been in love with even though the feeling wasn’t mutual. 

This is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual encounters between consenting individuals and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.

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I had been looking forward to this summer vacation for quite some time now.  Recently graduated an Honor Roll student and accepted to prestigious Brown University in Rhode Island I’m savoring these few months until beginning my new academic life away from home.  We (Dad, Mom and I) live in Washington, D.C. although the family is originally from New York.  Specifically, the borough of Queens.  Uncle Mike, my father’s brother, and his family are still there.  The few times we’ve visited I’ve been enthralled by the excitement of Manhattan:  all the museums, restaurants and the bright lights of Times Square.  When the parents asked where I would like to spend this vacation I quickly said New York. 

One couldn’t miss the look between my mother and father.  They were never as enthused about the city as I, one of the reasons they relocated before I was born.  Dad and Uncle Mike were not close.  In fact, they were polar opposites.  Uncle Mike was a foul-mouthed blue-collar worker and Dad a biochemist.  Mom was a corporate lawyer, Aunt Maria a secretary for an accounting firm.  “Christopher,” mother said (they always call me Christopher, even though I prefer Chris, which is the name everyone else uses), “are you certain that’s where you want to spend family vacation before college?”  It was.  How could they deny their good son? 

Most think of me as scholarly, a bookworm.  At school the bullies call me dweeb, dork or, most insulting, four-eyes.  I own that.  I’m a top of the class, straight-A student.  Rather than engaging in sports, which I actually enjoy, I take up more academic interests.  But my secret thoughts are anything but mundane.  In example, one of the reasons I fancy a visit with the family in the city is in the person of Aunt Maria.  She’s very pretty and has large, voluptuous breasts.  In my many masturbatory moments I fantasize holding those bodacious mammaries together and rubbing the elongated nipples with the heels of my thumbs while running my hardon through their cleavage.  I imagine the head of my penis reaching her shockingly red-lipsticked lips with each lunge, causing Aunt Maria to hungrily lick my leaking head with each pass.  I have fucked (I secretly love that word) her in every imaginable position.  I have fucked her while her husband, Uncle Mike, watches.  Her son, my cousin Jay, has joined in the festivities.  Jayson has plowed his mother’s juicy pussy while I am simultaneously plundering her back door.  Aunt Maria sucks both our boy tools.  Jayson coats her face with his semen, but she takes mine right in her mouth, sucking and swallowing each drop.

Jayson, just eighteen, is only a few months older than me.  He’s more athlete than scholar but managed to get himself into Pace next semester.  Although a few years have passed since I saw him last, I recall Jay’s dark wavy hair, his baby blue eyes and the spattering of freckles across his high cheek bones.  Jay is a good looking teen.  But then, so am I.  Take away my spectacles and I’m a fair match for my cousin.  My equally dark hair may be more conservative, my eye color is brown and my skin is unblemished but we are both healthy looking boys.  Or, at least, we were.  Time has passed.  Who knows how Jay might have changed.

Mom booked us in a hotel right in the heart of Manhattan.  I felt like a kid in candy land.  There was so much to see, so much to do.  The Museum of Natural History, art galleries in SoHo, the eclectic vibe of Greenwich Village, the Cloisters in Washington Heights—it all enthralled me.  We met up with the New York family on a Wednesday evening.  They surprised us with tickets to the Yankee game.  Dad had remained a fan and it was rewarding to see him and Uncle Mike bonding.  Aunt Maria still looked hot as ever, although she was wearing a loose fitting team jersey so I didn’t get a good view of her big tits.  For two boys with different interests, Jay and I hit it off fairly well.  He was still as I remembered him, only a bit more muscular.  Jayson had been on the high school Varsity basketball team and it showed on his legs, arms and trim, tight body.

Friday we all met again, this time for dinner at a restaurant in the theater district and a Broadway play afterward.  Afterward, over drinks in a nearby cocktail lounge, plans were made for a beach outing the next day.  Uncle Mike and Aunt Maria knew of a beach out in nearby Jersey which they said we just had to see.  So early on a Saturday morning we piled into their SUV and headed for the Jersey shore.  I was excited—again.  I hadn’t been to the beach in many years.  I was actually surprised mom and dad had agreed.  They were not outdoorsy people.  In the back of the van Jay kept telling me how much I was going to love this particular place.  I was soon to find out why. 

With weekend traffic it took over an hour and a half to get there.  It was actually a fairly large peninsula jutting out, then up along the coastline.  There were several beaches, ranging from Beach A to Beach H.  Parking lots for the lower beaches were quite full by the time we arrived but Uncle Mike said our target area was farther out.  He pulled off at a fork in the main road, which placed us on a more winding path between trees and overgrown shrubbery.  Every now and then we passed ruins.  Uncle Mike explained that this was once a naval base.  Finally we came to a clearing and pulled into a rather large parking lot to the left.  There were many vehicles there and I feared we might not find a spot, but Uncle Mike hunted one down.  We unpacked all the gear and headed to a trail which would lead us across the roadway and to our ultimate destination.

Bypassing bathrooms and a food stand (the women had to stop and relieve their bladders) we traversed down a long sandy pathway bordered by high dunes on each side.  Suddenly the walkway opened out to the expansive beach.  It was still quite a walk to the surf, but I was anxious to dive into the ocean so Jay and I dashed ahead of the others.  As we got closer to the mass of colorful umbrellas I was startled to realize that no one was wearing bathing suits.  Everyone, far as the eye could see, was naked!  Breasts and penises were on display everywhere!  My word, Uncle Mike had taken us to a nudist beach!

Mom was a bit perturbed that we had been duped into going to such a place, but Aunt Maria pointed out that it was “clothing optional.”  Optional, my foot.  There wasn’t a stitch of clothing on anyone, except for us at that point.  Surprisingly it was Dad, Mr. Conservative, who was delighted at the idea.  That’s my Dad, a tit and ass man after all.  We got closer to the water’s edge, Mom still grumbling, and set up camp.  Uncle Mike had dragged down a huge cooler, loaded with soft drinks for us boys, beer for the men and wine for the ladies.  By that point, Mom needed a glass of Pinot. 

With blanket down, umbrella up and chairs arranged my aunt and uncle nonchalantly began stripping down.  My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and my dick came to attention when Aunt Maria pulled off her shirt and those bouncing boobs came into view.  They were everything I’d fantasized—and more.  Off came her shorts, G-string and, just like that, her shaved pussy was on display.  When she sat down her legs parted and I had a glimpse of her gash.  Just when I thought I’d pop a full rod in front of everyone Jay slapped me on the shoulder, nudging me to strip down so we could ride the waves.  Mom interjected that I should leave my board shorts on; Dad, who had gotten into the spirit of things and was yanking down his boxer shorts, told her to let me have some fun.  I sided with Dad. 

Jay was already buck naked.  My cousin looked even better without his clothes.  He had a nice sized dick swinging between his legs, a near twin of Uncle Mike’s, I noticed.  But I knew we were an even match.  Only, mine was now half-hard.  What to do?  Finally, with a deep breath and turning away from the folks, I dropped my shorts, tossed them to the blanket and raced Jay to the water.  My state of arousal was not lost on Jay who, once in the surf, commented, “Nice dick, cuz.”

Jay and I played splash and dunk for quite a while out there, with me being mindful of my glasses and thinking I should have left them ashore. The water was calm and refreshing.  My eyes were glued to the nearby titties, their nipples hardened from the cool water.  By now my dick was fully erect under water.  Gosh, how I loved this place!  Best part of the vacation!!

Suddenly I felt a hand on my prick.  I looked around but saw no one in such close proximity.  Then, all of a sudden, Jay came popping up out of the water in front of me with a mischievous grin on his face.  His hand was still wrapped around my teen meat and he was stroking it slowly and steadily.  “You up for some real fun, cuz?” he said to me giddily.  I swallowed hard and found that all I could do was nod.  He took my dominant hand with his other and brought it to his dick under the water.  I was shocked to discover that he was also rock hard.  While I had certainly never touched a penis other than mine I found that it was almost like holding my own.  Jay and I were practically the same dimensions.  Guess it runs in the family.

“Come on, cuz.  I’ll show you were the real action’s at,” Jay said as he unhanded me.  With our erections leading the way he led me out of the water and we began traveling along the shore line.  I felt a bit, well, exposed.  It’s not as if I walked around naked in public every day, let alone with a hardon.  It amazed me that no one seemed to care.  Oh, we certainly got a few looks, a snicker here and there but, otherwise, nothing.

As he got farther away from our families I asked Jay, “Shouldn’t we tell the others where we’re going?”

“No worries,” Jay grinned.  “I do this all the time.  Anyways, my Dad knows where I go.”

We had gone quite a distance when I realized that things became much more colorful on this side of the beach.  Not only were there multi-hued umbrellas and pinwheels, but also wind-guards cordoning off semi-private snatches of land, pop up tents and elaborately decorated camps.  Multi-colored flags abounded.  It slowly occurred to me that there were far more men than ladies.  I gasped.  This was a gay beach!

Jay veered off the shore line path and headed up onto drier sand.  I followed him as he zig-zagged between an array of nude men on beach chairs or stretched out on towels.  There was more dick here than I had ever seen in the school locker room.  And there were all types.  Mostly Millennials, a heavy dose of late Gen-Zers and some a good deal older.  Jay apparently felt quite comfortable prancing through the throng.  I knew we were both getting appraising looks and it was little wonder.  We were both good looking, well-hung teens.

As we traveled more inland the crowd became sparser.  Seemed most wanted to be where the action was, closer to the water.  Here a low picket fence cordoned off the beach from the bordering dunes with a sign indicating the area was off limits due to bird nesting.  But all along the fence many had set up camp.  I supposed they preferred more privacy than those right in the thick of things.  Jay led us right up to the fence people and began walking casually down the line.  I obediently stayed right alongside him. 

“You like it so far?” he asked while returning the wave of some long haired cast-off evidently still engrossed in the Woodstock era. 

“I guess so,” I managed, still amazed by the shameless public display of human flesh.

“It gets better,” Jay teased. 

We were approaching an outward curve where one of the many pop up tents was situated.  Standing in front of it was a bear of a man.  His bald, or shaved, head was offset by the bush of a beard and mustache on his round face.  His nude body was stocky and hairy with the outward swell of a gut, like the kind of man who enjoyed his beef and beers.  He was looking directly at us as Jay led us closer and, to my shocked eyes, took his unit in hand and actually waved it at us.  I wanted to make tracks.  But Jay walked right up to the nudist.  What choice did I have but to follow?

I stood beside Jay less than arm’s length from the stranger.  His eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement as he said, “Afternoon, boys.”  My own peepers shot wide when he casually reached out and took Jay’s penis in hand.  Jay allowed the man to fondle him.  In fact, there was even a cheesy grin on his face.  He was making small talk with the guy but I was too stunned to even hear what they were saying.  So understandably I jumped out of my skin when the man reached out with his other hand and took hold of my member.

For a second I considered turning and high tailing it out of there.  I mean, this homo stuff wasn’t something I had ever contemplated.  But what would my cousin think if I abandoned him?  Guys my age already thought of me as socially awkward.  I didn’t want to foster the same impression on my cousin, who seemed perfectly fine with this situation.  And, besides, it was starting to feel good.  Other than my own and Jay’s, a few minutes ago, this was the first time someone had taken hold of my piece.  His hairy knuckled hand was squeezing while he worked Jay’s, which was now standing up at full erection.  When he leaned in and took the head of Jay’s perfect penis into his hair lined mouth mine did an excited little jump and quickly filled out in his firm grasp.

In amazement I watched as the bearded man sucked on Jay’s teen meat with his lips fully enclosed around the head.  At the same time he was stroking my throbbing piece with a tight fisted grip.  Jay was looking at me with a big smile on his cute face.  I shuddered when he reached out, took one of my nipples between his fingers and toyed with it.  Gosh, I felt it right down to my scrotum.  “You want him to suck you, too?” he asked with a comical flex of his eyebrows. 

Swallowing hard I could only manage, “I-I dunno.”

“These cocksuckers like being given orders,” Jay claimed.  “You gotta tell him.  Go on!”

I was a bit uncomfortable doing it, but I didn’t want to look small in front of Jay.  So I meekly asked, “Can you suck on my penis, sir?”

“No, no, no!  Not like that,” Jay protested.  “It’s your cock, cuz.  You gotta be firm.  Commanding.  Tell him to suck your cock.”

I didn’t know if I could do it but somehow I managed to muster up an authoritative voice.  “Suck my c-cock, you cocksucker!”  I added that last part to impress Jay.   He seemed to approve. 

The hairy man wasted little time responding.  He spat out Jay’s pe— cock and went down on mine.   My jaw dropped, eyes nearly shot out of my head and I got wobbly on my feet.  The man had to grab me just below the glutes to steady me.  Jay chuckled.  I had thought about, fantasized it, so many times as I masturbated over the past few years.  Maybe not quite like this. But, still, it was actually happening.  I was the recipient of a blow job!  And it felt better than anything I could have imagined.

It wasn’t until he suggested we go into his tent that I realized we were being observed by other beach goers in the area.  Men were standing alongside their tents or slunk back in beach chairs casually stroking themselves while they watched this bear of a man sucking my cock.  I think I might have blushed from head to toe.  I wasn’t too sure about going into the lair of this stranger but, once again, Jay was encouraging.   We cleaned the sand off our feet and followed this big man between the flaps of the tent.

It was kind of balmy inside and the quarters were decidedly cramped.  The ceiling was low so we all had to take a seat.  Jay was casually lying back propped up on his elbows with his long legs stretched out in front of him with his cock sticking up.  The man salaciously licked his chops, crawled up between Jay’s limber limbs and went down on him.  I have to say, I was impressed.  My cousin has a big teen cock and this guy was swallowing him down to the base.  Jay took him by the back of his bald head and started pumping his groin up into the man’s bearded face.  There was a playful smile on Jay’s face as he continued to thrust himself into the working mouth.

With copious saliva dripping from his mouth and gathering in his beard the cocksucker came off Jay and turned his attentions back to me.  With one big, loud gulp he took me all the way down his throat.  I dug my heels in the canvas floor of the tent and my head shot backward on my shoulders.  He kept taking my cock down his throat again and again until I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore.  And then returned to Jay.

Back and forth this cocksucker went.  It was almost like he was crazy for cock.  Every now and then he’d mutter something that sounding like, “yum, boy meat.”  Or was it “young man meat?”  Who could tell?  All’s I know is that this guy was a voracious cock sucker.  And, this being my virgin ride, it felt exquisite.  His tongue was doing things to my dick I had heretofore only imagined.  So it was little wonder I was quicker on the trigger than Jay, who obviously had much more experience.

I thought certain my head was going to explode when my dick did.  There was a violent throbbing in my arteries and my entire body suddenly became fevered.  And it wasn’t because of the close quarters.  All of a sudden I went almost painfully tense and then my teen spunk was discharging into this guy’s rapidly sucking mouth.  I twisted, I turned, my limbs twitched and I groaned and whimpered as my dick pulsed again and again.  He was moaning, too, obviously high on the taste of my sex juice.  Even after I’d finished, which believe me seemed longer than it probably was, he was lapping up and down my spent dick, digging the tip of his tongue into my hole and sucking out the last drop.  I fell back, my young body exhausted.  And then he turned to Jay.

I watched my cousin go through the throes of orgasm the same way I had.  It was exciting to see.  Jay was very sexy lost in rapture.  He heaved, he bucked, he panted and he held that cock sucker’s head firmly against his groin as he came, shooting his babies straight down into the man’s belly.  When he dropped back the guy gave his dick the same clean-up, lathing it with his lolling tongue.  I don’t think he wanted to let our cocks go.

But Jay had other plans.  He told the guy “nice head” and then we were off.  As I turned back to look he was standing outside his tent, cock in one hand stroking and waving farewell with the other.  We were taking an inward bend along the perimeter which led us back to the shore line when I said, “Hadn’t we better be getting back to the folks.”

“Fuck no!” Jay exclaimed.  “Dude, that was just a warm up.  There’s lots more fun up ahead!  You are havin’ fun, aren’t you?”

Throwing my inhibitions down I blurted out, “Fuck, yeah!”  It felt good to say that word aloud. 

“That’s my cuz!” Jay exclaimed, throwing an arm across my shoulders as we moved on.  Out here, far away from the main area, the beach had narrowed considerably.  The dunes, and protected area, were much closer to the water, leaving only a few hundred feet of depth.  There were still a few loungers who ventured this distance far away from the crowd.  But mostly this was a place for beachcombers, casually strolling along the shore line with their cocks swinging.  Women were almost not existent out here. 

“Look over to the right,” Jay told me excitedly.  When I did I was stunned to see a guy relaxed back in a sand chair, hairy legs thrust out before him, cowboy hat covering his face while he snoozed and a raging hard on pointed to the sun above.  I shuddered to think of the potential sun burn.

After a time we came to what was the end of the line.  Here signage warned that ahead lay the fishing beach and clothing was required.  It must have been quite a distance ahead because other than a few stragglers, probably curiosity seekers, there were very few people in that area.  “Come on,” Jay said and I faithfully followed him up to the dunes and the sea grass beyond.  I was surprised to discover we weren’t the only ones in this more isolated area.  A short distance away I detected the top of heads here and there amongst the high, sheltering reeds. 

While I was surveying this curious area Jay suddenly squatted down, wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking.  In short seconds I was hard once again.  “You’ve got a nice cock, cuz,” he remarked giddily.  His one hand was stroking up and down my dick while the other was squeezing my balls.  He began stroking me harder and faster.  Next thing I knew his tongue was lapping all over the head and he was taking it into his mouth.  My jock cousin was sucking my, well, almost virgin cock!

Jay must have done this before because he was as good as, maybe better than, the guy in the tent.  His tongue lashed around my cock and he had some mean suction on it.  He swallowed every bit of it down his throat, mashing his face into my pubic patch.  I could hear myself moaning and I guess some of the others did too because I detected a rustling in the reeds.  I was too scared to look but I was sure there were other reed dwellers observing us.  Actually I didn’t care.  My cock felt so good in Jay’s mouth.

All of a sudden Jay unmouthed me and went back to running his hand up and down my now slick dick.  Looking up at me with a sparkle in his eyes he said, “You wanna fuck me, cuz?”

“Holy fuck!  You’re cousins?”  The deep voice came from beside me.  I looked over and saw a hairy-chested, gruff looking middle aged bearded man there stroking his beef.  “That’s fuckin’ hot!  Go on and fuck him, boy.  If you don’t, I will.”

“So the fuck will I,” came another voice from over my shoulder.

“Not to worry, guys,” Jay was saying.  “More than enough to go around.  But my cousin gets first piece.  What do ya say, Chris?”

I could hardly tell my worldly cousin, especially in front of these others, that I had never fucked before.  Wasn’t even sure I knew how, although I imagined it was fairly easy to figure out.  Cock in hole.  Push, push.  Jay had already fallen back, making himself a neat little bed in the reeds.  He had lifted his legs, spread them open and was holding them in place from behind his knee caps.  I could see his little ass hole winking at me.

“Aw fuck, man,” came yet another voice  “I’ve gotta get me some of that sweet young shit.”  I glanced over to see that yet another had come from the beach over the dunes, this one considerably older with graying hair, trimmed beard and a black leather cock ring around his unit and big bloated balls. 

After a moment of uncertainly I swallowed hard and dropped down between Jay’s parted thighs. “Come on, cuz,” he encouraged.  “Give me that family dick.”

“They’re brothers?!” the older one exclaimed excitedly.

“Cousins,” the one behind me corrected. 

“Cousins, brothers, who gives a fuck!”  Senior Sam replied.  “Family’s family.  Go on, boy.  Dick your cousin.”

With all this encouragement I was ready for the challenge.  This wasn’t exactly how I imagined my virgin journey going.  I’d still harbored that fantasy of one day fucking Aunt Maria, Jayson’s mom.  I supposed my cousin, her son, would be a worthwhile substitute.  I could close my eyes and pretend it was Aunt Maria’s pussy I was fucking. 

But once I sunk my dick into Jay’s clutching bottom all fantasies went out the window.  It was like nothing I could have ever imagined.  It was fucking fantastic!  Jay’s asshole was warm, tight and smooth like silk.  His slippery insides repeatedly flexed and relaxed around my excited tool. I was awestruck and certain it showed on my face. 

“What you waitin’ for, cuz?”  Jay broke through my reverie.  “Fuck me!”

Swallowing hard I began to move, gyrating my hips and thrusting my dick in and out of his hot pucker.  The sensations were intense.  Nothing could compare.  Jay’s insides were pulsing and caressing me like some sort of slick love glove.  I buried myself to the balls again and again, moving faster now.  The onlookers shouted out words of advice and encouragement and I followed their instruction, burying my dick deep inside Jay with a fury.  My balls bounced against his hinds as I humped him.  Jay’s hands were all over every inch of me he could reach.  We were both sweating in the hot afternoon sun, but neither of us cared.  I knew my glasses had slipped down my nose and were askew, but I was so enthralled with my first fuck that I didn’t care.

All too soon I was cumming.  My toes curled as they dug into the sand behind me.  My body tensed, then convulsed and I was shooting my load up Jay’s ass.  I know I must have looked a sight.  My tongue was lolling out of my mouth, my eyes had rolled up in my head and I was panting like a dog.  But it felt so incredible!  No jerk-off session ever was this good!  I kept on spitting family seed, certain I was overloading Jay’s hole.  Good thing he wasn’t a girl, because I’d certainly have sired triplets.

No sooner had I released the last spurt when the middle-aged bearded guy said, “Pull out, boy.  I want some of that pussy.”  Exhausted, I followed his instruction, rose and managed to step back on shaky legs.  Jay lay there with the back of his head cradled in his hands with an ear-to-ear smile on his face.  “Nice fuck, cuz,” he said.  And then the stocky, hairy chested man was on him.  Arms wrapped around me and a body pressed up against me from behind.  I was kind of grateful because I was still unsteady on my feet.  Lips chewed at my neck and ear lobe.  I managed to glance behind me and saw it was the older dude molesting me.  His cock was wedged into my ass split and he was grinding it up and down.

I noticed we had attracted several more spectators.  About a half dozen more were either standing or sitting on the dunes, most of them playing with their hard cocks while they watched the action below.  Hairy guy was really going to town on Jay, fucking him like he was running a race.  The formerly unseen dude who’d earlier been standing behind me came around, dropped to his knees behind Jay, yanked his head backward and shoved his long, slim one down my cousin’s throat.  Jay didn’t even choke; he took the thing right down.  Seemed to me my cousin was an expert at this sort of thing.  This guy looked to be younger than the other two, possibly in his mid to late twenties.  He was slim with longish hair pulled back in a pony.  He fucked Jay’s throat the way hairy guy was fucking his ass:  hard, fast and merciless.

“Wanna fuck you like that.”  It was the silver fox breathing heavily into my ear as he manhandled my nipples.  I immediately stiffened, and I’m not talking about my cock.  That appendage had remained hard throughout. 

“I-I’ve never done that,” I admitted.  Nor had I even as much as thought about it before today.

“Fuck, yeah,” the man gushed excitedly.  “Virgin pussy!  Not to worry, little guy, I’ll go easy on you.”

Sure he will, I thought, looking at the beast rutting Jay.  It suddenly occurred to me that one had a wedding ring on his finger.  Glancing around, then down at the hand of the man who held me in his embrace, I realized there were quite a few others.  Jeez, most of these horndogs were married men publicly messing around with us teenage college-bound boys!

“Bend over, baby,” Silverdad directed and warily I obeyed.  There I was with my legs anchored about two feet apart, leaning forward with my hands on my knees and my butt thrust out toward this man.  His hands ran down my back and over my glutes as he made a totally lecherous sound.  Then he was squatting behind me, his big man’s hands pulling my boy buns even farther apart.  Next thing I knew I felt his tongue slashing through my butt ditch, much the way I had imagined doing to Aunt Maria’s pussy.  I was aware that, along with his dick head, this guy also had a piercing on his tongue.  It rode over the tender flesh of my trench and sent electrical charges up my spine.  The tip of his tongue stabbed at my shit hole and beginning burrowing into the chute.  It took him some time, but he was determined and soon I felt his fat, wet tongue glide inside me.  It was an incredible feeling.  I’m sure I sighed in spite of myself.  He slurped on my hole while his tongue fluttered around my insides.  As he ate me out he liberally soaked my pulsing channel with saliva.  My dick was harder than ever before and was actually leaking seminal fluid. 

Hairy guy groaned, grunted and shouted out a guttural “sonofabitch.”  I could tell he was cumming.  Directly into my cousin’s ass!  No sooner had he crawled off then pony tail switched sides, yanking his dick out of Jay’s mouth and thrusting into his ass.  After getting royally fucked by the stump of bearded guy I wondered if Jay even felt this one’s Slim Jim.  There was little time to ponder though, because the Grey Fox was gearing up to throw me my first ever fuck.

I’ve got to admit I was more than a little afraid.  Seemed to me that it would hurt.  A lot.  (Although Jay sure didn’t seem to be having any trouble getting banged.)  When the old guy came up to stand behind me, running his prick through my spit soaked butt crack and poking at my hole, I almost called the whole thing off.  But I didn’t want to appear small in front of Jay.   Not that he would have noticed.  With two new men stepping up and jockeying for position in his mouth he was otherwise occupied.  Silverdad had his paws on my cheeks, his thumbs were spreading my ass band and his dick head was prodding my virginity. 

“Relax, little buddy,” he breathed heavily.  “At first it’s going to hurt.   But then it’s going to feel so fucking good.” 

Relax, my foot!  Some random stranger, older than my dad and possibly near my granddad’s age, was trying to stuff his man-sized dick into my tiny ass hole.  He pushed.  I resisted.  He pushed again.  I resisted again.  Determined, he grabbed me by my slim hips and gave it one more shot.  This time he broke through my quivering butt hole.  Pain shot through me and I bit down on my lower lip so as not to cry out like the dork everyone thought I was.  My asshole worked against him, instinctively trying to extricate the cock from my aching hole.  I strained, as if attempting to take a dump, but that action only seemed to give him more leverage.  His cock slid even further into me.  I could feel that cold silver cock ring gliding along the fragile walls of my rectum, deeper and deeper inside.  My ass hole tensed and attempted to hold him back but the thick cock kept on coming, forcing its way through my inexperienced hole.  My whole body had gone rigid, my blood turned to ice.  Try as I might to stop them tears were welling up in my eyes.  I wanted to scream and shout, order him to take it out.  But I dared not.

Trying to distract myself from the overwhelming agony of being breached by this older man I concentrated on the lurid scene in front of me.  With two cock heads in his mouth Jay was salivating all over them while he rapidly stroked the shafts.  Pony Tail was huffing and puffing and soon spewed his seed into Jay’s ass.  When he got off I momentarily had a view of my cousin’s used hole, its lips puckering like a hungry mouth as spent cum oozed from within.  Some heavyset guy, age undetermined, with a belly like an expectant mother dropped on Jay next.  His cock might not have been long but, like him, it was fat.  Jay liked it.  He moaned appreciatively around the dicks in his mouth, one of them beginning to spew, and wrapped his legs around the big body of the thrusting fucker.

“Tight fuckin’ virgin boy ass,” Old Guy was moaning, “just the way I like ’em.”  You’d think he’d go easy on me, aware that I was a first timer.  But, no!  He fucked me like an excited teenager getting his first piece.  His big cock felt like a telephone pole pounding in and out of me, wrecking my ass.  I was almost certain I had been torn apart and was bleeding profusely.  That I required medical attention.  But all this horndog cared about was his own satisfaction.  My body rocked, I sighed.  My ass felt overloaded.  Death by dick had to be waiting just around the corner.

And then, just about the time that Fatso got off, man #2 shot his load in Jay’s mouth and two Puerto Rican twenty-somethings took their turn with my cousin, the pain within began to subside.  To my surprise an incredible warmth spread from my ravaged rectum to encompass my entire body.  I was almost certain I was glowing.  Silverdad felt it, too.   Instead of resisting I was inexplicably hugging his working cock with my insides and meeting his thrusts with my ass.  Each deliberate plunge of his cock felt better and better until I was actually anticipating it. I wanted him to give it to me, was practically begging for more.  How strange that what only a short while ago had been unbearable was now highly pleasurable.  I luxuriated in the heretofore unknown fulfillment of being truly fucked.

Silverdad fucked with the stamina of a much younger man, his cock repeatedly striking something within that made me warm and tingly.  Across the way Jay had laid across one of those ‘Rican’s with his large Hispanic cock up his ass while that one’s amigo crawled over his back and was working his cock into my cousin along with the other.  I watched amazed, never having considered such a feat possible.  But it worked.  Both of them fucked Jay in tandem, two huge dark cocks thrusting into his stuffed hole.  Jay didn’t appear to be any worse for the wear.  He was ravenously sucking on the dick of some scruffy looking dude badly in need of a haircut and shave. 

I knew when Silverdad was close.  I could just feel it.  And when he came, it wasn’t so much the semen I felt but the sensational surges of his cock.  It felt beyond incredible and prompted me to drop my own load.  I sighed with pleasure as I discharged, spewing seed onto the sand and trampled reeds below me.  Suddenly a cock was shoved into my mouth.  I couldn’t see its owner because the dick was fairly short, reaching just to the back of my throat, and his dense bush was plastered to my face.  I coughed and protested but soon I was sucking on my first dick the way I had seen Jay do.  Silverdad was barely out of me before I felt another dick invade my asshole.  This time I took it easily and quickly got into rhythm with the thrusting beast.

They came one after the other.  I lost count of how many dicks I took inside me or into my mouth.  I became accomplished at deep throating.  Difficult at first, I soon mastered it.  There was quite the crowd around us.  Those not participating stood on the dunes observing.  Jay and I were like two boy whores, taking all comers.  My maiden voyage into steamy sex was certainly a knockout!

At some point a pair of Jamaicans appeared on the scene.  They were both strong bodied, with oiled charcoal muscles glistening in the hot afternoon sun, long dreadlocks and large, thick dicks.  They laid Jay and me on our backs, opposite each but with faces side by side.  Jay’s face was streaked with drying cum but, then again, so probably was mine.   Even after all the fucking he’d taken Jay remained youthfully jovial, that exuberant smile still illuminating his cute features.

As big black island dicks sunk into our well-used holes Jay said, “Told you you’d have fun, didn’t I?  Glad you’re here with me cuz.”

I was equally delighted to be sharing this experience with Jay.  Without my bold, uninhibited cousin I might never have known the thrill of same sex.  Jay was looking at me, I mean really looking, as if seeing me for the first time.  He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine.  I was stunned but I allowed him to slip me his tongue.  Soon our tongues were gliding along together in our heated mouths.  I could hardly believe I was making out with my cousin.  I could taste the cum of blow jobs in his mouth and I was certain he could also taste mine.   It was awesome!

His grunt as he got plugged by dark meat echoed in my mouth and I responded by kissing him even harder.   

As my Jamaican fucked me with his mile long (or so it seemed) dick his coarse dreads were skittering across my chest and wreaking havoc with my sensitive, extended nipples.  I considered myself grateful to have been trained by all those cocks before because this one was super huge.  It almost felt like being fucked for the first time again.  From the corner of my eye I could see the determined look on his face, the look of a man with a mission.  Both of these men reminded me of a duo I had seen on the classic music video channel, the ones who had been disgraced when it was revealed they merely lip synched their hits.  Wasn’t sure whether these two could carry a tune.  Didn’t care, either.  All I knew is that they sure knew how to fuck a boy.

Suddenly a hefty dick was slapped down on our smooching lips.  Looking up all I could see was black.  The two built Jamaicans and a third, this one a down-home Negro, kneeling to the side of us and pushing a humongous cock into our faces.  Breaking our lip lock Jay took the fruit-sized head into his mouth and began frenetically sucking on it.  I joined in, licking all along the surface of the engorged chocolate shaft.  Far from being a greedy cocksucker Jay gave me a shot at taking that fat helmet into my face hole and I slurped on it for a while Jay serviced the shaft.  From the corner of my eye I watched as Jay went even further, lapping at the black man’s enormous bloated nut sac. 

We worked in tandem sucking that cock.  For someone who has a mere novice, I had caught on quickly.  Jay was an excellent educator.  It was totally unlike me and I was proud that I exhibited no inhibitions.  I knew it was all kind of perverse but I rather enjoyed having all these unfamiliar men pounding their dicks up my ass and feeding me cock.  My cousin and I were the focus of attention and it felt wonderful.

“CHRISTOPHER!”  The voice sent a shock wave through my body and I nearly choked on the cock buried in my mouth.  There were only two people who called me by my birth name and this one definitely wasn’t female.  Unfortunately (or, perhaps, fortunately) there wasn’t a blasted thing I could do about it.  The big black cock expanded even larger and I suddenly tasted the first of his succulent seed.  Rather than spitting it out I sucked even harder and cum began gushing down my throat.  Not the greedy type I wanted to share with Jay but when I came off it, and before Jay could cap it with his mouth, a surge of cum blasted across my left eye glass lens.

Just then my Jamaican started really heaving into me and went into a wild orgasm.  He bucked, thrashed, twisted and spasmed as he shot his load inside me.  From the sounds of Jay’s Jamaican he was doing the same.  All that pulsing against my prostate had me shooting off another huge load.  It shot skyward like a geyser and splattered down on my heaving torso.  I had lost count of how many times I’d cum this glorious afternoon. 

“CHRISTOPHER!  WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??!!”  There was the voice again.  I was hoping I’d imagined it.  The three dark men, now satiated, got up and stepped away from us.  I have to admit my asshsole felt empty the moment that spectacular cock evacuated.  I knew Jay and I looked quite the sight with our bodies drenched by sweat and cum. I could feel it drooling from my hole and running from both corners of my panting mouth.  I managed to rise on one elbow to look over Jay’s prone body beside me and saw my father and Jay’s standing at the crest of the dune.  They were both bareassed (this was a nude beach, after all).  My father wasn’t all hard-bodied and blocky like Uncle Mike but he was in pretty decent shape.  Dad’s face was red with fury.  And his dick was steel hard.

Just as another random dude, this one with straggly thinning hair and in bad need of a shave, came to take his place on Jay Dad came bounding down the dune.  “STAY AWAY FROM OUR SONS!” he bellowed and rudely shoved the man out of the way.  Scruffy Guy pushed back. Dad lost his footing and went sprawling between the spread of Jay’s thighs.  By sheer coincidence his hard prick hit the target and sunk to the root in Jay’s cummy hole.  Jay instinctively wrapped his legs around Dad, effectively holding him in place.  Positioned as we were, Dad’s face was little more than a foot away from mine, allowing me to clearly read his stunned expression.

Time stood still.  Dad was clearly in a compromising situation.  His adult dick was lodged in his nephew in front of me, his brother and the dozen or so spectators.  He appeared stunned, like a deer caught in headlights.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  Jay looked pleased, excited even.  Even now he was probably working his uncle’s dick with his inner muscles, squeezing and caressing as I had only recently learned to do. 

“Is that his fucking son?” I heard someone ask exuberantly. 

“Fuck no.”  It was big and macho Uncle Mike who had come over in front of me.  My eyes flared and my breath must have caught in my throat as he went into fuck position.  “This one is.  My nephew, Chris.  The other one is my boy.”

“Fuckin’ hot,” the group murmured.  If I had looked around I would probably have seen stiff dicks being stroked as they observed this forbidden scene.

Uncle Mike grabbed me under my raised thighs with those beefy, working man’s hands and pulled me toward him.  He positioned his big, manly dick at my pulsing ass hole.  I felt the large head press against me. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” Dad had come out of his reverie.  He appeared flustered.

“I’m gonna fuck your boy,” Uncle Mike told him.  “We’re gonna fuck each other’s boys, bro.”

Before Dad could raise any objections (not that he was in any position to do so) Uncle Mike pushed his cock into me.  With all the cum deposited there, it slid in easily.  From above he smiled down at me as he moved the first few inches in and out.  My vision was a bit distorted from the cum shot I’d taken right to my specs.  Uncle Mike apparently understood my predicament because, without losing a fuck beat, he removed my glasses and set them down beside me.  Close vision wasn’t a problem for me and this near I realized how hot my uncle was. Not that Dad was bad, but Uncle Mike had a raw manliness about him. 

Uncle Mike’s dick sunk deeper and deeper into me with each thrust until all of him was plundering my once-tender asshole.  My ramrod was so hard it practically hurt.  Turning my head to the side I was delighted to see that Dad was pumping Jay.  He still had that shocked look on his face, but I guess a cock knows what to do once it’s in a tight pussy whether the man connected to it wants to or not.  When I heard the gush of heated breath and saw his eyes roll up in their sockets I knew Jay had won him over.  Jay was pretty good at sex.  I had to wonder how long he’d been at it.  He was running his hands along Dad’s arms, shoulders, chest and back.  Seeing how it seemed to further excite my father, I did the same to Uncle Mike.  My uncle was hairier than my father.  Okay, actually his chest was comparable to a gorilla’s.  But I really got into running my fingers through that fur and toying with the thick man buds beneath the pelt.  Every now and again Dad looked over at me and the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

Jay and I were both being fucked with a frenzy when all of sudden Uncle Mike forcefully said, “Switch!”  Dad and I were both momentarily confused.  I caught on first.  Uncle Mike’s slippery dong pulled out of me and he scooted around to the other couple.  Tapping his confused brother on the shoulder he told him, “Go get some of your own boy’s ass.  I’m taking mine.”

Once again Dad looked sort of horrified.  But Jay had gotten him all horny, I guess, because he scrambled over to fill the space Uncle Mike had just evacuated.  Uncle Mike wasted no time shoving himself into Jay and was really pounding him before my father decided what he was going to do.  I lovingly looked up at my Dad hovering over me and ran my hands over his quivering body and begged, “Fuck me, Dad.”  That was all it took.  With a strangled cry he thrust forward and the full length of his daddy dick sunk inside.  It felt so good!   Not just the awesomeness of his cock, but knowing that it was my own father’s.  The man who’d created and raised, disciplined and encouraged me.  That man was now fucking me. 

Dad got a lively interest in it real quick.  Passivity waned quickly.  He was fucking me like a race horse headed for the finish line.  My young body jerked with the impact of his forceful thrusts.  Taking a cue from Jay I wrapped my legs around him as tightly as I could and squeezed my insides around that charging cock.  It was almost like his was chastising me, but I liked his form of punishment.  I wanted his cock, and I let him know it.

In short order Dad was panting hard and sweating profusely.  The hot sun was on his back, after all, but our fucking was a lot hotter.  When I heard Uncle Mike’s guttural bellow I was pretty sure of what was going on over there.  I felt Dad tense up.  His ramming dick was violently throbbing inside my puss.  His tongue was lolling out and his head snapped about on his shoulders something like a rag dolls.  With a hoarse shout, like nothing I’d heard before, he rudely slammed all the way in and climaxed.  Hot spurts of dad cum pummeled my insides.  He moaned, he groaned, he sighed.  In the throes of orgasm my father looked nothing like the man I’d known all these years.  He had never been more handsome.  It was more than enough for that tingling heat I’d recently become familiar with to envelop me and I was thrashing about as my father took me beyond the brink.  I came like there was no tomorrow.  My ass chewed on his prick as I gave in to a frenzied orgasm.         

Our dad’s had to drag us away from the disappointed horndogs who were waiting their turn.  They had decided we’d had enough.  We didn’t object.  Our daddies had quenched our youthful hunger.  We strode through the crowd, receiving playful slaps on the ass, and raced down to the surf.  Diving in we splashed and bathed each other.  I’d never seen my Dad so lively.  Afterward, as the sun was gradually going down, we casually sauntered up the coastline.  Uncle Mike had his arm across Jay’s shoulders; Dad’s was around mine.  I’d never felt closer to him.  I loved my Dad now more than ever. 

By the time we got near our spot it was near dark.  Most of the beachgoers had long ago packed up and left.  Those that remained were taking advantage of the time to indulge in their own sexual gratification covered by the shadows of the oncoming night.  Suddenly Uncle Mike stretched out a hand to stop us.  Pausing, he pointed to our site where we saw Mom down on her knees between the spread of Aunt Maria’s thighs eating her out!   The empty bottle of wine casually tossed to one side on the blanket explained all.  Dad’s arm came down from over my shoulder to tweak my nipple while we watched them.  I reached out to take his cock in hand, and lovingly massage the rising member.  I was sure from this day on we would grow even more familiar with one another.

Only the moon glow illuminated the area when we eventually joined.  Dad went directly to Mom and hungrily kissed her.  I’d never seen them so amorous.  And I knew he had to be tasting Aunt Maria’s cunt juices on her lips.  I must admit I was a tad jealous.   No longer timid, and grateful to my cousin for his tutorial, I boldly walked up to Aunt Maria, straddled her chest and rode my dick up between her big tits.  She assisted by holding her breasts together, giving me a lush valley to fuck.  Every time I thrust upward the head of my dick reached her extended tongue and felt the warm wash of her succulent lips.  My fantasy was coming to life!  Hearing my mother crying into Aunt Maria’s cunt for a fucking I looked over my shoulder to discover that Jay had mounted her from behind and was riding her like a dog. 

After we’d cum, Jay up my mom’s cunt and me all over Aunt Maria’s bodacious breasts and in her mouth, Dad and Uncle Mike took over.  Uncle Mike yanked Mom away from his wife’s twat, tossed her over on her back and shoved his cock into her drunken pussy.  My surprisingly aggressive Dad pretty much did the same with Aunt Maria.  I thought the beach chair was going to collapse with the way he went at her.   I suddenly realized we’d attracted a bit of attention.  Several beach die-hards were standing on the side lines stroking their dicks or fingering their pussies by the light of the silvery moon.  Thinking “what the heck” I dropped to my knees in the sand and went down the line sucking a little cock here, licking some pussy there.  Jay, not to be left out, quickly joined me in servicing the spectators. 

After our Dads had seeded our respective Moms , and Jay and I had taken a few more loads, we packed up to leave.  Uncle Mike thanked us for joining them.  Mom, slurring her words badly, allowed that we’d have to do it again next summer.

Dad quickly piped in.  “Heck with that, we are only a three hour drive away.  How about next weekend?”  My Dad, my champion!

Now my concern, this guy Nate, I knew who he was, I knew his mom, but did he remember me? Should I bring it up? No time to even think about it, as he was working my jeans to my knees, I tugged open the buttons on my shirt exposing my chest as the sides flopped open wide. His head slowly descended to my abs as he gently kissed my stomach and drove me literally insane. This kid had a magic tongue and such smooth soft lips, no words were spoken now, as he used every mouth and tongue muscle on my body, approaching ever so closer and closer to my dick head. I felt his long soft hair brushing me on either side of his face, and his wet saliva trails gave me chills and goose bumps, as he left his moisture behind. My dick is now burning hot with desire and the only thing that could possibly cool it down now is his spit or his warm mouth.

He stopped momentarily and looked up toward my face as his hair parted exposing that beautiful face. Again no words were spoken but I answered “yes” go ahead with the up and down motion of my head. With that nod, he turned back toward my abdomen and gently licked the head of my pre cum covered dick. He lapped at the slit over and over, tasting every drop as he cleaned it off, before slowly tonguing his way around the head and down the shaft. To my disapproval he didn’t spend enough time on my dick as he went right to my balls, tousling each one with affectionate love, my disappointment was short lived as his expert tongue bath, made me feel higher than any drug or alcohol could make me, my abdominal section was on fire with desire and in desperate need to be extinguished.

He sat back up, and then he reclined his seat, the small amount it could move as he slid those sweatpants the rest of the way over his knees and to the floor. He reached over and grabbed my head from his far side and swooped me down toward his chest where I let my tongue explore those voluptuous nipples that I could still see through my closed eyes as if looking at my monitor still. They were soft and smooth and thoroughly bitable, as I covered my teeth with my lips and gummed them softly. My hands moved down to touch his cock, hard but yet loose skinned, and very warm to my touch, I continued to his tight little smooth ball sack, as I maneuvered those rock hard stones in between my fingers through the skin.

Soon his hands touched my head and he forced it lower to his dick base as I continued taking in his freshly clean soapy smell. Then I worked his shaft with my tongue beginning at its base and working my way to the mushroom head at the top. It was like the heat was being forced up preceding my tongue, that once I made it to the rim, he grabbed my head on each side and forced himself inside my mouth, by lifting his waist, making me choke and gag. Once I regained composure I began working his dick head for at least a half hour, I couldn’t make him cum, my mouth was getting tired, but the guy just refused to allow me my prize. He was enjoying every single second of my torture when he finally did let loose, I pulled off watching volleys of streaming cum actually hit the convertible roof. I unfortunately didn’t have the will power to suck or taste his cum, I regretfully chickened out.

He pulled his sweat pants up, and dried whatever he could reach, that landed on him, then he pushed me back in my seat and worked me back into a frenzy, as he started all over again at my nipples. By now I was moaning and groaning and finally grabbed that smooth soft hair and pushed his head onto my dick. He began slowly, like before, only now the memories of his one line ad teasers came to light as he began to deep throat me. I swear that dick was all the way to his Adams apple, and I imagined my dick (which isn’t really that big) was that bump in his throat.  He twisted one way going down, the other way going up, and one hand followed up and down my shaft preceding his mouth, as the other manipulated my balls in their sack. And then he placed his thumb into my sack between the balls and applied an unbearable inward pressure, while his other fingers massaged the gap to my ass hole, where he began fingering the hole with his middle finger, those three fingers were performing magic in my sex drive. All while my dick was past the back end of his tongue to what I can only assume was his esophagus (even if it just seemed that way). My imagination had my dick in his throat.

It was time, I blew my load as he clamped down tightly on my rod, his nose buried deep into my pubes until I was done shooting, where he raised his head with a smile and wiped his lips with his free wrist. Meanwhile the other hand still had his thumb pressed into my ball sack, his forefinger in between the sack and asshole, and his middle finger somehow, sometime, penetrated the hole and was at least one knuckle deep into my ass hole. He continued to massage under my balls and gradually focused on my hole as my knees instinctively rose up for him as I rested them on the steering wheel. Then it got even better, he shifted in his seat getting comfortable as he stretched over the gear shift and bent his head under the steering wheel and his tongue touched my crack. He spent a long time licking all around while he got himself up to two fingers inside me. My dick was barely soft when I noticed it still dripping goo on my stomach slowly begin to pressure itself back up to hard, as it slowly bounced from wrinkle to wrinkle in my abdomen as it grew, leaving a thin trail of leftover cum or possibly more pre cum?

I shifted in my seat again as he continued to lick twisting my ass toward him, I popped the steering wheel adjustment to its maximum high to give his head more freedom, until I was practically sideways facing him, my jean tangled ankles now pressing on the soft convertible roof. My chin in my chest with me staring directly at my dick merely inches from my face as I switched my focus from my dick to his blond head maneuvering back and forth between my ass cheeks.

His tongue now began to penetrate my hole as he removed his fingers and what a tongue, he slid it in and out, and all around, and man I swear he got that thing in further than his fingers, I still don’t know how. This guy was a pro and obviously not his first time. How does a kid this young ever learn to do the things he does? I felt so naïve and inhibited and wishing I grew up in this time of acceptance that he has the luxury of, yet I wondered how many relationships or encounters he has had to develop this way, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. This kid needs no advertising he could have anyone he wanted for a meaningful relationship, here I feel he was missing out. Oh My God, his tongue was working wonders on me still, I was ready to blow my second load of the night and blow I did, all over my face and driver’s side window. He rose up and attempted to find every drop as he licked them up, and then raised his head to show me my own cum on his tongue as he swirled it around his teeth and lips eventually  leaning over me to the window and licking it off. I couldn’t help but notice his sweatpants had a bulge again, pointed straight down as he continued lapping up stray bits of cum.

I grabbed his hard cock through those sweatpants and began working it again, as he twisted ass first to my lap sliding those sweatpants down to his knees, his head bent into the convertible roof, his smooth soft ass now sitting on my soft, oh wait, now hardening again cock and my hands reaching around his waist jerking his dick and balls, until he finally released another streaming load of cum, once again hitting the inside of the convertible roof.

We managed to finally untangle and climb out of the car, as he began to really speak now saying next time maybe we’ll try his car or possibly another location. It was then he revealed to my horror that he recognized me from his mom’s gym, and begged my confidence, which wasn’t going to be a problem for me. He shook my hand and adjusted his clothes as he headed back to his car wet spots and all on his sweats. He started the car and drove off as I sat there at possibly the most wonderful moment of my life and continued to fantasize about the evening.

I drove home and went to bed very satisfied, and realized he didn’t even charge me thinking he was possibly a prostitute. The next morning as I got in the car I noticed the dried stains on the roof in 2 places, one over the driver’s seat and one over the passenger seat and I touched the dry cum and instantly got hard again. Then when I got to work the next morning there was a message from Nate using his real name this time, asking if we could do it again. We met once or twice after that in secret, and then his ad disappeared from the site, and then he showed up at my office door with a knapsack in his hand. His parents found out he was hooking up with guys and about the ad, thank goodness my name was never revealed, and his parents and he had a big argument, while they didn’t throw him out, they took away his phone and car and he left home on his own.

That night I brought him home after getting food at a restaurant a few towns away, and he slept at my house, yes in my bed, but I have to say there wasn’t much sleeping. We exhausted ourselves to no end exploring each other. That night was my first time fucking him and ultimately he fucked me, another whole new experience.

After a few days I became comfortable enough with him that I offered to act as an intermediary between him and his parents, I wanted him to at least attempt to heal the wound between them, after all he was over 18 and neither had to try, but ultimately they reconciled, but there was no way they would accept him being with guys, but Nate wound up moving in with me, it’s been 3 years now, and he hasn’t tired of me, nor I him. He talks to his parents regularly, their rift is somewhat healed, they think he has a separate room at my house (and really he does, he just never uses it) but it helps them deal with the situation, whether they believe it or not. Nate no longer trolls the internet for horny ass guys like me, and I have all that I ever needed in him. I think I love him, and I think the feeling is mutual. And I can’t believe it took me so long to realize what I was missing and then to have this young pup teach me what it’s like to truly love someone and the sex is awesome too.

The End

Chapter 18

Single combat

“Hi, Craig, you’re a little late home today. Did you do extra work at the garage? I actually thought I saw you coming down the street half an hour ago but I must have been mistaken.”

“No, mum, that was me. I went next door to Mandy’s first though before coming home.”

“Oh, but I thought Tuesday nights were the nights Mandy went to her singing lessons straight from school. Has she had to miss them this week? I hope she isn’t ill. You should ask her to take you to her tutor, introduce you, see if he thinks it’s worth you having singing lessons. Nathan said you should, and he’s very talented at music so if he says you ought to, then perhaps you should consider it.”

“No, Mandy’s fine, mum. She was out at her lesson. That’s why I went there, specifically because she was out. I wanted to see the dress she’s going to the end of year ball in. I got Mrs Scott to show it to me.”

“But why? You could have asked Mandy. And why do you want to see the dress anyway?”

“I just wanted to see it. Check something out. Get Mrs Scott’s advice on something.”

“What do you need advice on? About dresses?”

“Don’t look at me like that, mum, I’ve not started cross-dressing. I’d look bloody stupid in a dress. And anyway, did I leave my phone at home today? I think I did. I couldn’t find it in my bag at school, but then I can’t remember picking it up this morning.”

“Yes, it’s on your bedside cabinet. It was ringing almost non-stop a while ago. Somebody is obviously trying to get in touch with you.”

“Yes, mum. That’s what phones are for…”

* * *

“Okay guys,” said Nathan as Bensinger Squad prepared to leave their dorm for dinner, “Everything has been prepared, double-checked, polished to perfection and checked again. I think we can all take a well-earned break. The golf tomorrow is going to run smoothly. It won’t harm for us to have a break, take time out to relax after dinner. You’ve earned it. Maybe some time on the games console before bed, perhaps even a film. What’s your preference?”

“I still need to get even with Shane on level four,” said Travis, eyeing up the games console. “He deliberately ran me off the road last time we played.”

Shane grinned. “No, I didn’t, Travis. You skidded. Went into the bend far too fast as we were escaping the police cars.”

“Err, no. You definitely nudged me off the road, Shane. Sacrificed me so the police caught me and you could get away.”

Nathan smiled and looked over to where Noah and Will were just putting on their jackets. “How about you two? Any preferences?”

“A film would be good, Nat,” said Noah.

“Yeah,” said Will, “I’ve just refreshed my drive with new downloads so there’s bound to be something we’d all like.”

Shane nodded. “I vote for a film too. It’ll be more relaxing than warring with Travis on Grand Theft Auto and in any case, we all know I’ll beat him again…”

Travis smirked. “Okay, I’ll also vote for the film, with both my votes, make it unanimous.  Just so Shane doesn’t get smeared all over the interstate…”

“You don’t get two votes, Travis,” said Will.

Travis laughed and pointed to his uniform tunic hanging on the back of his wardrobe door where he had left it after ironing earlier. “Two stripes, Will. Two votes. That’s so, isn’t it Nathan?”

Nathan smiled and threw a ball of screwed up paper from the admin desk at Travis. “Not quite, Travis…”

“We could have another go at calling Craig before we go for dinner, Nat,” said Will. “We have time, it’ll only take us five minutes to walk over to the dining room.”

Nathan glanced at Will, then down at his wrist, flicked over the face of his watch to read the GMT time zone on the second face. “It’ll soon be 11pm in England, Will.”

“He won’t mind, Nat. Let’s give it another go. I’ve got him on speed dial and the camera and screen are in stand-by mode. We could have him live in less than 30 seconds if he answers the phone.”

“Tuesday night is his cadet night, Nat,” said Noah. “He gets home about 10:30 from that, remember? He won’t be in bed yet.”

Nat relented. “Okay Will, we’ll have one last try tonight. Dial him up, Will. The rest of you head off over to the dining room, we’ll catch you up shortly.”

 

Incoming Video call

Craig:                    “Hi, Will, how are you? Perfect timing, I just got in ten minutes ago. Sorry I missed your calls earlier, I was at school then the garage and forgot to have my phone with me, and then right after that I had cadets. Can’t take my phone to cadets. I’d get beasted if it went off in the middle of a parade or training lecture.”

Will:                     “Hi Boots. I’ve got Nat with me, just putting you on the screen. See us both now?”

Craig:                   “Got you. Hi, Nat.”

Nat:                       “Hi Craig. We won’t keep you long, we have to be at dinner soon.”          

Craig:                    “And I’ve already heard a thousand times over I think about all your successes on the MillSkills Evaluation. You can’t be beaten now, right? Not with your score from the Patrol and Recce on Saturday? It would have been awesome to be there though when you crept into the Commandant’s office and told him he was captured.”

Nat:                       “That was good, Boots, but nowhere near as good as the look on the officer cadets’ faces at the command post when the Commandant let them brief him, heard tell how they were closing in on us, and then he waved us out of the minibus and said ‘I think I have what you’re looking for.’ But tonight, Will has something important to tell you. It seems it just can’t wait.”

Will:                      “Yes, this is officially a Board Meeting, Boots. I’ve got a formal announcement to make. Nat has landed us our first contract. The Three Rivers Telecom deal has come through. They’ve signed up and sent us a Purchase Order. I checked online this morning and we have actually got the down payment in the bank. So, we’re in business.”

Nat:                       “That’s right, Boots. $28,750 in the account. Two more stage payments of $50,000 each due 30 days after Will provides the initial report on current coverage and then the report on enhanced coverage if they re-site the towers Will proposes.”

Will:                      “They liked the pitch Nat had put to them. The prediction of coverage we put in our proposal for the test tower was spot on according to their engineers. So, they have agreed to go for the survey of 5 towers Nat bid them. It’s actually going to be easy. I’ve already run the model and drafted both reports. We’ll keep them waiting for the full contracted 60 days though. Don’t want to make it look too easy.”

Craig:                    “$128,750? Is that for real? And do they know we’re just a bunch of kids?”

Will:                      “Sure is, Boots. You only get 5% of that though, remember? Actually, not even that. You get 5% of the profits. There will be operating costs and other expenses to take out first. A new GPU card and some other stuff for me. Plus the fees that Nat has paid out already for the setting up of the company and accounts. He can claim those back, now.”

Craig:                   “Yeah, that sounds fair.”

Nat:                       “They don’t exactly know who we are, Craig. Not that we’re kids, anyway. I put the original pitch in via one of my pop’s accountants, then spoke to them on the phone. They know who I am but maybe not exactly how old we are. That’s not relevant, we can tell them once we have shown we can deliver the goods.  And the contract is good, all properly legal, signed off by an adult for us with Power of Attorney.  All the fees, plus the new hardware Will says he needs for the signal processing for the next stage of the work, if we get a follow-on contract, and I’m sure we will, that’s going to come to just over $23,000, Boots.”

Craig:                    “That still leaves over $100,000, Nat.”

Nat: “Yes, but we shouldn’t use that all up, Boots. I’m recommending to Will that we only take $25,000 out for ourselves and keep the other $75,000 as cash in the bank to cover future investments, running costs, taxes, stuff like that. We ought to be a cash rich company. Have money available to us so we can act fast if an opportunity comes up.”

Will:                      “I agree, Craig. Nat’s talking sense. We need to be lean, but agile and cash rich too. As a company. Not be greedy and pay ourselves too much. It’s not like we need the money.”             

Nat:                       “Are you okay with that, Boots? I know me and Will easily out-vote you, but we’d like your agreement with the way we plan to operate.”           

Craig:                    “Err, let me get this straight. You’re saying that Will’s already done the surveys and drafted the reports, so there isn’t actually a lot more work to do. So, in 90 days we stand to pocket $128,750?”           

Nat:                       “That’s right. Payment should be on time too. We have it staged. They don’t get what they really need, the second report, until after we get the first $50,000 payment. If they delay the final payment, we have a penalty clause built in.”

Will:“Plus we’ll increase the fees on follow up work.”

Craig:                    “So, by my reckoning, if we do what you say, pay off our costs and then keep most of the remaining money as our operating fund, I get 5% of $25,000? So that’s $1,250. For me. For not doing much at all?

Nat:                       “Apart from having the bright idea in the first place.”

Will:                      “And checking all the underlying math in my code.”         

Nat:                       “It’s fair, Boots, even if it doesn’t sound much. And technically you own 5% of the operating fund too.”

Craig:                    “No, I’m not suggesting it’s unfair, Nat. I’m happy with it. Honest! And it’s sensible to keep most of the money in the company. In case of a rainy day or taxes or something.”                                     

Will:                      “Okay, that’s settled then. We just wanted you to know what we’re planning, and hope you agree. And to let you know that you’ll get your share of the pay-out in about 90 days. We have to go now. It’s near dinner time for us.”      

Nat:                       “You happy, Boots?”      

Craig:                    “Of course I’m bloody happy. Now bugger off to dinner, you can’t be late. Good luck for the golf match tomorrow. Bye, Nat.”

* * *

“And now, from that report on the temporary closure of the waterfront down near 6th Street Bridge in preparation for the installation of new sculptures at Allegheny Landing Park, we turn, quite conveniently to the first of our special sports bulletins today from Lorna Delville. Viewers will know Lorna is usually our ‘Traffic Lady’, reporting on the traffic situation here in Pittsburgh, but today she’s also helping us cover a very important event over at the Allegheny Heights Country Club. Lorna, over to you, perhaps you can remind our viewers why today is such a special day for us here at KWT-TV”

“Thank you, Tim, and yes, today is a very special day for us. I’m sure everyone out there in Pittsburgh will recall how back last winter we were involved in a daring operation in the middle of the ‘Lakes Dump’ snow emergency to swoop down in our traffic reporting helicopter and whisk a new mother and her baby off to Magee Medical Center.”

“We sure do, Lorna. That was co-ordinated by the Deputy Governor’s son, young Nathan Bauer and his cadets from the Allegheny River Military College, wasn’t it?”

“You’ve got it in one, Tim. And that dramatic rescue mission, which incidentally led to an award for KWT-TV from the USA Broadcast Commission, also resulted in an acclaimed follow up ‘Lorna at large’ program where we spent a week at Allegheny River Military College, shadowing Nathan Bauer and the other students there, learning more about what must be one of the finest prep schools in America.”

“I surely do remember that program, Lorna. It was one of our highest rated broadcasts of the year, and of course, led directly to KWT-TV sponsoring, in association with American Airlines, a series of golf matches between Allegheny College and some of the leading schools throughout North America. I guess that’s where you are today…”

“That’s right, Tim. We’re just minutes away from the ‘tee-off’ of the first of those challenge matches. We’ll be reporting on that, and providing updates as the match progresses, on every half hourly sports bulletin for the rest of the afternoon.”

“And, I believe, you’ll personally be presenting the KWT-TV Challenge Cup to the winners, live on air, at around 7:30pm tonight. We’re all looking forward to that.”

“Thanks, Tim, so are we all. Now, as the teams stream out to the first tee, we’ll hand back to you in the studio for the weather and more local news before coming back to you in about 15 minutes for the first of our live updates. This is Lorna Delville, live here at Allegheny Heights Country Club, passing you back to Tim Matthey in the studio.”

* * *

“Okay guys,” said Nathan as he lined his team up just inside the conservatory overlooking the first tee. “Walk out tall and proud. Give a smile to the TV camera but don’t dwell on it, remember your media training. Shane, give a smile and a wave to Lorna Delville, the camera will be looking out for you in particular. Take up your positions behind Captain Davis ready for the formal introduction to Muskingum Senior High. They’ll follow us out from the terrace door, walk over and line up opposite us ready to shake hands. Remember, this will be far more intimidating for them. Be friendly, but there’s no need to put them too much at ease. We have the home advantage, let’s use it.”

“We’ve got that, Nathan,” chorused the team.

“Nat turned to Will and his team. “Ready guys?”

Will nodded. “Comms up and running, Nat, no dead spots. All the roaming observers have a backup radio on an alternate frequency. Me and Noah are running redundant computers for the score updates from the observers. Travis is supervising them out on the ground.”

“I’m not sure about that,” laughed one of the players. “A minute or two ago he was scavenging the dining room for any leftover pasties.”

Nat allowed the laughter to subside and then glanced at his watch. “Okay guys, here we go. Exactly on time. Heads up and step out…”

* * *

As the captain of the visiting team stepped forward onto the first tee ready to play his first shot, the KWT-TV camera cut to Lorna Delville and a live link with anchorman Tim Matthey back in the KWT-TV studio.

“Welcome back to Allegheny Heights, Tim. Now, I’m sure you all just saw the visiting team being welcomed by the Allegheny River players and then the formal ‘tee-off’ by Allegheny’s senior student, Captain of Cadets Jackson Davis. The visitors are from Muskingum Senior High, all the way over in Zanesville, Ohio. Their costs for travelling here were paid by our co-sponsers, America’s favorite airline, American. I’m sure you all recall that it was the wife and new born daughter of one of America’s senior pilots that we flew to hospital in the ‘Lakes Dump’ and to show their gratitude, AA are joining us to sponsor the KWT-TV Challenge Trophy.”

“Who could forget that amazing day, Lorna? Now, it seems you have a guest waiting with you. Care to introduce him?”

“That’s right, Tim. Here with me is Jackson Davis, son of Senator Davis and Captain of Cadets at Allegheny River Military College. A little earlier he was our host for lunch here at the Allegheny Heights Country Club, home to the college’s golf team. Captain Davis, I wonder if you could recount for the benefit of our viewers the conversation we had over lunch before you opened this tournament with that amazing shot straight down the centre of the fairway?”

Jackson smiled briefly at the camera then turned and focused his attention firmly on Lorna Delville “Thank you for the compliment, Miss Delville but please, no formality. I’m not in uniform today, this is sports afternoon, our chance to relax from the academic rigor of college. Just call me Jackson. And in any case, on behalf of the college, I should be thanking you all at KWT-TV for providing the magnificent trophy we’re competing for over the next few weeks.”  In the background, the Commandant nodded approvingly.

Jackson paused, turned to face the camera, spoke directly to it. “And we mustn’t forget American, America’s favorite airline, for their sponsorship too. It’s their generosity that has made it possible for Muskingum Senior High to travel here today and challenge us. We truly appreciate that.” Jackson turned once again, smiled at Lorna. “Now, Miss Delville, I believe you have a few questions for me about our players and their gallant opposition?”

* * *

In the Press Room, which was serving as Will’s control centre, Artilleryman (First Class) Hawke compared Noah’s spreadsheet with Will’s, confirmed that both showed exactly the same scores, then scribbled down the latest results on a slip of paper and then headed outside to mark them up on the leader board. At the door he almost collided with Cadet Walker who was inbound with written confirmation for Noah of the scores just being posted down at the twelfth hole.

“Sorry, Hawke, after you. Congratulations by the way on your Merit award, saw it posted in ‘Weekly Orders.’ Everybody says you did a great job on the Milskills Evaluation with your radio work.”

“Thanks. Can’t stop and chat though, got to get these scores up on the board. The tv crew are relying on the board. Using a shot of it in their sports bulletin updates every half hour. It’s looking good though, even if Muskingum are beginning to stage a fightback.”

“Yeah, sure. I’d best get on too. PFC Mason is glaring at me. Doesn’t like being kept waiting for his updates.”

Noah took the slip of paper Walker handed him and cross referenced it to his spreadsheet. It tallied with the report radioed in a few minutes earlier. Satisfied, Noah passed the slip to Will for a second check and then stared at Walker. “Off you go, Private, make sure you aren’t late with the next hardcopy check.”

Will looked up and grinned, joined in with the teasing. “Still here, Private? You won’t beat the radio waves just by standing there. PFC Mason, do you think we made a mistake by appointing Private Walker? Maybe we should have looked for a Private Sprinter…”  Walker rolled his eyes, poured himself a quick drink from the jugs of iced water on the table by the door, and set off back across the course again towards his next reporting point, hole fifteen.

* * *

“We return now to Allegheny Heights Country Club where our very own Traffic Lady, Lorna Delville, is standing by with a thrilling update on the golf match between our very own Allegheny River Military College and Ohio’s Muskingum Senior High for the WKT-TV Challenge Trophy. Lorna, I gather that since our last update at the top of the hour there has been a dramatic turn around in fortune out there on that beautiful golf course?”

“Welcome back Tim, and yes, the last half hour here has seen a significant swing in the run of play. After Allegheny Military College got off to a great start, led by a strong performance from Lieutenant Governor Bauer’s son, Nathan Bauer, and his partner Shane Lundgren, backed by an equally good performance from their second pairing, we’ve seen that lead pulled back by Muskingum. A disastrous run of bad luck by Allegheny’s third pairing of Cadet Sergeant Laquois and Lieutenant Deacon, both of whom managed to find the bunker on the ninth hole, gave Muskingum a chance to show why they are currently lying third in the New England Schools’ League. The overall score is now almost even, with Muskingum definitely in the ascendant and looking likely to take the lead in the next few minutes. Back to you in the studio, Tim.”

“Dramatic events indeed, Lorna. Well folks, does this look like the beginning of the end for Allegheny or can they too stage a come back and win the day? Join us again after the break for another update from Lorna DelvIlle out at Allegheny Heights.”

* * *

 Shane putted his final ball on the 18th hole, cleanly sinking it from a distance of just over 30 feet for a par score, and wandered over to where Nathan was shaking hands with their counterparts from Muskingum Senior High.

“Congratulations guys, that was a close run round,” Nathan was saying. “Just three strokes separating us after 18 holes is a real achievement.”

“Just a shame it’s three strokes in your favor,” smiled Miles Herrington, captain of the Muskingum team. “Still, I hear that our second and third pairs are doing well, and we have real depth in the team too.”

Nathan nodded and placed a hand on Miles’ shoulder, gently steering him and his partner, Dwayne Ogubayu, towards Shane. “Yes, I think I need to go and rally the team,” he smiled. “Shane here will walk you back to the terrace and see to it that you have anything you need. Don’t hesitate to ask any of our cadets or the club staff for anything you want.”

Shane nodded and led the way. “We’ve got some snacks and drinks waiting on the terrace, and from there you can see the leader board and the first few holes. The fourth pairing are out on the fifth hole already and they’ll be coming into view again as they reach hole seven. If you want, after a drink, we can take a buggy out and watch their progress.”

Nathan wasted no time in cutting across the course to the Press Room where he found Jackson standing over Noah and Will.

“Latest just in, Nat,” said Will. “Connor dropped a short putt on the sixteenth, went two over par. Sergeant Laquois missed a shot he shouldn’t have too. It’s let Muskingum draw level.”

“What about when the handicaps are factored in?” asked Nathan.

“Not good, Nat” replied Will. “That’s accounted for in column G. Muskingum have the advantage there, especially with their last pairing. In total, we need to pull back five shots over the remaining twelve holes.”

“That’s possible, isn’t it?” asked Jackson. “You’ve all trained hard, and this course is familiar to our squad. Everybody still out there has had plenty of practice here. They know the terrain.”

“It’s possible,” said Nat, “But it won’t be easy. “Riley and Connor look to be heading to draw, or perhaps lose by just a shot. Shane and I won, by three, so on aggregate that’s still leaving us two, maybe three, ahead over the first two pairs, but Laquois and Deacon look as though they are going to take a bit of a beating and then everything will be down to D’Olivera and Sumner. They look as though they’ll have to claw back quite a deficit.”

“Best get out there and encourage them,” said Jackson, striding towards the door. “I’ll head over to spur on Deacon and Laquois, you do the same thing with D’Olivera. I’ll join you as soon as the third pair finish, let you know how the score stands.”

Will raised an eyebrow as Jackson left. “He doesn’t know how the handicaps work, does he?”

“He doesn’t need to, Will. And anyway, I’m sure you’ll have the final target score relayed to me long before Jackson reaches us. I guess this is where we see if your and Noah’s statistics play out.”

Noah smiled. “Some good play wouldn’t hurt, on top of the stats, Nat, but it’s not a lost cause.”

* * *

“Tim, welcome back. You join us at critical moment here at Allegheny Heights with the KWT-TV Challenge Trophy’s first match hanging in the balance by the slenderest of margins. Last time you were here, Muskingum Senior High had pulled ahead and looked to be about to storm to an easy victory.”

“Do I sense something’s changed, Lorna? Are Allegheny making a fight of it? They certainly seemed to get off to a good start early on.”

“That’s right, Tim. On their last two holes, Allegheny’s pairing of cadets Laquois and Deacon both managed to put their earlier troubles behind them and go on to pull back a few shots on their opponents, Muskingum’s James Snyder and Zach Crawford. That’s left everything to play for between the final pairing.”

“It sure sounds like a real see-saw of a game, Lorna. I wish we could all be there with you in that glorious sunshine.  I see you also managed to corner Allegheny’s head cadet, Senator Davis’s son, again for a comment. And is that Nathan Bauer with you too?”

“Sure is, Tim. Everyone is out here following the progress of this last pairing, I’m told there’s hardly a soul back in the club house. Just hold a second, whilst we get the microphone switched over. There we go. Now, Captain Jackson, what are your thoughts right now as we head towards the closing stage?  Things were definitely looking very dicey just a quarter hour ago.”

“Well, we’re not out of the woods yet, Lorna. Muskingum are still in the lead and there’s a lot of hard work to be done if we’re to come back to take the win. But I’m pretty confident my guys will give their everything. I know it’s the taking part that counts, not the winning, but we have something of a tradition of not losing here at Allegheny. That’ll be uppermost in the minds of all our team and why we had no doubts at all about issuing our challenge to the top three placed teams in the Schools’ League. Playing against anyone but the best just wouldn’t be appropriate. We have Pittsburgh’s honor to uphold alongside our own.”

“That’s quite a sentiment, Captain Jackson, and if that cheer from the crowd has anything to go by, one that’s pretty much echoed by everyone there behind you.”

“Thank you, Mister Matthey, we aim to do our very best for this great city and all KWT-TV’s viewers. Now, in the interests of equality, maybe you’d like to have a quick word with Muskingum’s team captain, Miles Herrington.”

Jackson stepped back quickly, disconnecting his microphone and handing it to the TV crew’s sound man as Nathan ushered Miles Herrington forward, introducing him to Lorna Delville and then smartly stepping aside as the cameraman and sound recordist closed in like circling sharks.

“Tim, I’m joined now by Miles Herman, captain of Muskingum Senior High’s team. Miles, what does it feel like to come here today and play on this superb course?”

* * *

“Hi, Ratty Boys, you two must be the only ones not out on the course. Now, where round here can I find something to eat? Kyle invited me over here as his dinner guest for tonight’s victory celebrations but I came straight from school and I’m starving.”

“Hi Lee,” smiled Will, lifting one side of his radio head set and turning to look over his shoulder at the newcomer to the room. “Shane’s just passed the message to the kitchens to have a few more pasties brought out on to the terrace, you should be able to intercept one of those going by if you go through that door over there and follow the corridor. Is Kyle here too then?”

“Sure is, bud. I think he brought his whole football team with him. They moved their training forward an hour so he could get here and offer support, especially to Shane. How’d he do?”

“Shane was up first, Lee, alongside Nathan,” said Will. They set a three stroke lead. He’s finished playing now but he’s been non-stop busy ever since making sure all the arrangements go to plan. He’s in charge of hospitality and making the Muskingum players feel at home. It’s not looking certain for the victory celebrations though.”

Lee ginned, wiggled his hips, sang a few lines of a song.

“We can beat them, for ever and ever

Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day”

Noah smiled as Lee patted him on the shoulder and disappeared in search of a pasty and Kyle.

* * *

“Lorna, I hear that we have had an amazing result over there at Allegheny Heights in our KWT-TV Challenge Trophy golf match. Would you care to share the excitement with our viewers?”

“Tim, the atmosphere here is unbelievable. Allegheny College have staged a remarkable fight back in the last half hour and literally just seconds ago managed to draw level on the very last hole. We’re holding our breath now whilst the two team captains, Nathan Bauer for Allegheny River Military College and Miles Herrington for Muskingum Senior High, and I must apologise to Miles for getting his name wrong earlier, but we’re so caught up in the excitement today, discuss whether to play a further hole or use the count back to determine the winners.”

“Lorna, I’m sure we all understand settling this by playing another hole, but for the benefit of any of our viewers who might not know, could you tell us what a ‘count back’ is?”

Nat stepped confidently forward, oblivious to the many faces looking at him, concentrating solely on the opposing team captain. “Well, Miles, how do you want to settle this? Bare statistics, or single combat? Just me and you, fighting it out for our teams. For our schools? Unless you want to settle for a tie.”

“Statistics, Nat,” whispered Will, squeezing to the front of the crowd with a print-out in his hand. “We come out ahead on a nine-hole countback.” His voice went unheard.

Miles smiled. “I assume by ‘single combat’ you mean another hole played, Nathan. Though with you being a Military College, I can’t be sure…”

Nathan let just a flicker of a smile cross his face.

“Why not share the match?” said Miles. “Keep the game tied? We can always come back and beat you next year when you join the league.”

Nathan smiled, stepped forward and shook Miles’s hand before adroitly turning him towards Lorna and the KWT-TV camera crew. “We have a result for you, Lorna, but you and your viewers are going to have to come back next year to hear it. For today, we’re sharing the game. Muskingum Senior High have made us work hard for this result and we can’t send them home empty-handed. Please everyone, join me in a round of applause for our challengers…”

* * *

As dusk began to fall several hours later, Shane led the Muskingum team towards the lakeside cabins where they would be staying overnight before beginning their trip home the following morning. Preparing to return to college after co-hosting the Challenge Trophy dinner, Jackson paused by the front of the club with Nathan as he waited for a valet to bring his car to the door.

 “That was a pretty good call, Nathan. It looked real magnanimous, giving Muskingum the opportunity to keep the tie when the statistics would have given us a win. But how did you know Herrington wouldn’t call your bluff, opt to play an extra hole?”

“I didn’t, Jackson, not for sure, but ultimately it was just a question of who would lose their nerve first. As we were coming from behind for the last holes, even if he hadn’t done the math, he would have had the gut feeling that a count-back would favor us. And if it came to a play-off between the two of us, I’d already shown I could beat him once. I didn’t think he’d relish the thought of standing alone on the tee in front of nearly three hundred people with a camera crew inches from his face. Suggesting we let the tie stand was a good way out for him.”

“And after PFC Brookes had finished explaining to Miss Delville how the count-back works, everyone knows that we really won,” said Jackson. “That’s the story that’s going to be heard and remembered out there. The college has made its mark Nathan, and it’s definitely a good impression. Skill and tenacity in equal measure, underlined by great sportsmanship. Now, here’s my car. I’ll see you tomorrow back at college. Give my compliments to PFC Lundgren and your support team, the backroom effort was faultless too.”

The lights of the Oak Grove Boarding School locker room flickered like a dying firefly, desperately clinging to its brief, mortal life. 

Xavier stood in front of a sink, aggressively brushing his teeth as his mind raced like a stampede composed of a million thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. 

Then out of the corner of his eye he sees an all too familiar figure approaching. He quickly spat out whatever little toothpaste was left in his mouth out as the most recurring, frustrating thought within the stampede stomping and wreaking havoc within his brain takes human form.  

“What are you doing here?” He snarled, making a point to look at the outsider up and down with as much contempt in his eyes as he could muster. Goosebumps erupt across his skin as flashes of the past race by like pieces of shattered glass that could never fit together again. History. Their history.  

Frustratingly, the other boy appeared unaffected. There was no hitch in his steps, or twitch is his face as he kept approaching.  

“I uh… came to have a shower?” Tyler replied with not a single shred of defensiveness or sarcasm in his voice, his big brown eyes betraying the same unknowable darkness that had once pulled Xavier in like a moth to a flame… 

Afraid to be pulled in once again, Xavier breaks any eye contact and feigns even more indignity, despite his heart fluttering like a caged raven within his chest at the mere sight of him. “Yeah… you sure seem to love shadowing me still, for God knows what reason!”  

 

Finally, with that, the handsome jock seemed to stumble. His lips forming words that had no sound as a pained expression distorted his face.  

After what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence Tyler finally managed to mutter “We haven’t really spoken since…” 

Feeling like he’d been cleaved in the heart, Xavier held unto the sink in front of him to keep himself upright, he struggled to get the words out for a moment before replying far more candidly than he’d anticipated himself… “Since you stopped talking to me out of the blue… so your buddies wouldn’t find out about what we were really up to… so they wouldn’t find out about… us” 

 

The locker room turned as silent as a mausoleum, even the flickering lights seemed to hush themselves as a chill permeated the air, like a literal ghost from the past had been invoked to settle its misdeeds.  

“I-I’m sorry Xavier. I wasn’t ready to… My dad, he’d kill me… My friends, they’d beat me to a bloody pulp if they knew the truth” Tyler admitted earnestly, a heartache that could not be faked coloring every word.  

Xavier knew he was being truthful, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. He balled his hands into fists and dug his nails into his own skin just to keep from bursting into tears. 

“I know that” He conceded, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“If I could take it all back… I would” Tyler offered gently.

Xavier felt a blush creep of his cheek, the room seemed to be spinning all around him in a way that took him off-kilter. The unexpected sincerity in Tyler’s voice making him bloom like a wilted rose that never expected to see sunlight again.

Tyler stepped closer to him, and in a hushed tone made a lascivious proposal “I can make you feel better…” 

Xavier’s eyes widened as he watched Tyler take his shirt off with the faintest of smirks on his face, yet it was full of devilish intent. He gasped as he watched the taller boy undo his belt and proceed to drop his pants onto the floor. His heart raced as he became intoxicated by such blinding desire that all his common sense evaporated into nothingness… 

By the time Tyler soundlessly worded “Come in with me” with a wicked glint in his eye as he entered the shower, Xavier had already started taking his own clothes off in a daze of unbridled lust that took away all his inhibitions. 

 

Xavier stepped into the shower, gasping softly as Tyler immediately embraced him, wrapping his chiseled arms around his waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck. His eyes fluttered close as he felt the warm water come dripping down his body, enveloping him in blissful warmth as they pressed their bodies together.   

He snaked his hands up Tyler’s torso. Sparks of heady arousal igniting as his hands roamed over the creases of his abs and eventually settled on his chest, his fingers splaying once they reached the broad surface as water poured over them both.   

Tyler grasped Xavier’s chin and tilted it upwards before giving him a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. Their tongues swirled around each other slowly as they luxuriated in simply getting to taste one another once more after so, so very long. It took an eternity before the kiss finally broke and they smiled contently at each other…  

Tyler slipped a hand around the back of Xavier’s neck, tangling his fingers into his wet hair as his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.   

“Fuck… You’re so sexy… I missed this” He purred seductively, making Xavier shiver with unbridled need against him.  

“I need you” Xavier whimpered helplessly in response, pressing his blushing face against Tyler’s broad chest.   

“I know you do baby, it’s ok. I’ve got you” Tyler soothed him while caressing his back softly.

A waterfall of uncontrollable shivers cascade down Xavier’s spine.   

Xavier could only tremble in Tyler’s arms in response as he became intoxicated by being entwined so close together like this, unable to hide his breathless desire for more.  The water dripping between them making everything deliciously wet and slippery, only adding to the sizzling pleasure as their hands roamed all over each other’s naked bodies.   

Xavier’s hands dipped down Tyler ’s waist until they reached his perky ass, and he gave it a tight squeeze, eliciting a heated moan from the taller brown-haired beauty as he pressed their hips together more insistently. Both grinding against each other. Their throbbing cocks dripping with precum as they rubbed and pressed together under the warmth of the drizzling water.    

It was all dizzyingly slow and languid as they took their time with each other, exploring every inch of skin they could with hungry lust-filled touches and wet slides of trembling hands. Both pried open and vulnerable as their mutual yearning left them completely bare, ripe for each other’s taking. Seeking comfort from the storm that had brought them together as they held on tight under the pouring shower.   

“Look at me” Tyler ordered, voice filled to the brim with desire as he cupped Xavier’s face gently with one hand.   

Xavier did as he was told. He looked up and was immediately spellbound by Tyler’s dark eyes… Nearly coming undone by the magnetic pull of his obsidian stare. One of Tyler’s hands roughly cradled his face as the other reached down to grip both their slippery cocks. At once beginning to jerk them off as the warm water dripped down between them, making the sensation all the more deliriously pleasurable as Tyler slotted their cocks together and started sliding his hand up and down their lengths slowly. 

“D-don’t stop!” keened Xavier, pressing himself tight against Tyler as he instinctively thrust into the palm of his hand. 

His hands desperately gripped unto Tyler’s biceps as his knees began to buckle under the mounting pleasure.   

“Beautiful…” Tyler cooed, the soft timbre of his voice nestling its way deep into Xavier’s heart for good.   

“You’re so beautiful…” Tyler repeated once more breathlessly, like he couldn’t believe Xavier was real as he glided his slicked wet hand up and down both their hardened shafts.    

 Tyler burned like the sun admiring a precious glimpse of the stars in the afternoon sky before he’d be forced to disappear beyond the horizon. The heat of their connection enveloped Xavier in a dangerously all-consuming manner that he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.  

Tyler kissed and licked a wet line up his neck, across his earlobe and cheek before finally finding his mouth once more. His tongue darted in as achingly slow and tender as the movement of his hand on their cocks. Pulling and stroking their dripping lengths. Tyler’s body enveloped his own, keeping him whole and holding him there to ravage him softly. The rising steam from the warm water making the room seem like it was filled with the heat emanating from their gentle lovemaking.   

“Fuck!” Xavier moaned out, thrusting into Tyler’s warm hand with growing fervor.  Their gaze connected once more and he practically melted unto his strong arms as he was enraptured by the rampant lust thundering across Tyler’s eyes.   

 “That’s it baby… Just keep going.  Keep your eyes on me… I wanna see your face when you fall apart for me” Tyler demanded biting his lower lip, tightening his grip on their dicks as he unabashedly longed to watch Xavier come undone by his touch.  

“Oh my god” Xavier mewled, being driven closer and closer to the edge, beginning to thrust into Tyler’s palm with heady desperation.    

It took everything he had to keep their eyes connected as Tyler had ordered, even when his legs were shaking and his vision began to blur at the edges as he was driven to the edge of insurmountable pleasure by Tyler’s hand alone. But he did.  Even as he shook under a gaze teeming with searing desire. Even as the water washing over them made everything that much more hypnotically blissful.   

He held unto Tyler’s shoulders for dear life as an endless string of whimpers and breathless moans came pouring out of him as his pace grew feverish.  Chasing his peak uninhibitedly.  Drunk with need as Tyler stroked him. The water cascading over them wrapping them in a warmth that seemed to beckon them towards both release.   

“That’s it…such a good boy for me” Tyler smirked smugly, looking down at Xavier with ravenous hunger.  

“I’m—I wanna cum” Xavier pleaded, glossy eyed and gasping as the heat within him simmered to a boil, trembling against Tyler ’s tight hold as his piercing gaze carved its way into his soul.   

“Cum for me” Tyler ordered softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum Xavier…Cum for me!”  

Tyler picked up his pace, stroking them both off more rapidly as he wrapped his hand even tighter around their leaking cocks.   

The heat, pleasure and friction finally reached its peak.  Xavier chokes on a moan as he bursts all over Tyler’s pumping hand and both their cocks, the warm splashes of his cum making a mess between them as it sprayed across their skin and dripped down their thighs. He shivers uncontrollably against Tyler, hips bucking and stuttering through his powerful release as ripples of ecstasy flowed through him.  

“Fuuuuuucckk!” Xavier cried out, clawing at Tyler’s shoulders to keep himself upright as his knees buckled from the beautiful agony of having such pleasure coaxed out of him.   

Drowning in pure bliss, he held unto Tyler as he went light-headed, dissolving into a puddle of rapturous gratification.   

Tyler let go of Xavier’s cock just as the last wave of his orgasm subsided and re-wrapped his hand around his own, jerking off at a frantic pace as he chased after his own splintering climax. Xavier’s spent was acting as the most perfectly sinful of lubricants, making the glide of his own hand all the more unbelievably pleasurable.   

“-Xavier!” Tyler shuddered breathlessly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Xavier’s wet temple as he sprayed his load all over both their torsos, jerking wildly and moaning wantonly as he came at last.   

“I’ve got you” Xavier soothed him, reaching up with his hands and tangling them into Tyler’s messy brown hair as he crashed their lips together, kissing him sloppily through his shattering orgasm.   

“You’re so fucking amazing” Tyler whimpered once their lips finally parted, shaking like a leaf as he buried his face into the crook of Xavier’s neck, his vulnerability absolutely intoxicating.  

“Mmmhmm you too” Xavier hummed in response, a pleased smile on his face as they hugged each other through the misty haze of their euphoric release.   

They stayed there in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity just letting the water wash over them as time seemed to slow down all around.  Neither having a care in the world as they simply let themselves enjoy the moment and each other. Their hands drifting across warm flesh as they washed one another clean without any hurry…  

“What happens now?”  Xavier muttered, as reality started to break through the fog of their shared passion.

 

To be continued?

Author’s Note:  This was originally a part of a story I wrote on another site a year ago.  It didn’t fit really well for that story line, but I saved it for another time.  I made some modifications for posting here.  There’s only one part.  Hopefully someone will enjoy it. 

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Alex was lounging around in his dorm room, getting a few more moments of zen before heading to his afternoon class.  He liked the diversity of his floor and the amount of acceptance almost all of them had of each other.  It didn’t matter what combination of sexual preference, race or religion anyone was, they felt comfortable there.  It was his second year on the floor and except for a few weeks in another dorm floor that had almost the opposite attitude, it was the only place he had lived in college.  

He was out and proud, but he didn’t make it the primary focus of his personality.  Just like the color of his hair (jet black), the color of his skin (light brown from his Latinx parents) or his height, his queerness was only part of his genetic makeup.  Other things like how he trimmed his beard, the tattoos or the piercings he had gotten were choices.  Alex had made many friends in his time on the dorm floor and even met his boyfriend there who was now his roommate.

When it was time for class, Alex got up, walked to the elevator and saw a guy already waiting.  “Hey, Garrett.  How’s it going?” he asked.  Alex had talked with him occasionally over the past year and a half, but knew he was straight so most of their conversations were non-sexual.   He found him attractive, but knew he was off limits.  Garrett was tall, about six foot two, toned and had a trimmed beard and glasses. He kept his dark blond hair cut short, just a little shorter than his beard.  Alex had never seen him in the shower, but when he wore shorts and a tank he saw that Garrett was a little hairy and had recently added a full right arm tattoo to the two other smaller ones Alex had seen.

“Meh.  Got dumped last week so life’s been really quiet.  How about you?” Garret asked.

“Sorry to hear.  You should be able to find someone new pretty quick.  All the girls love smart, sexy guys… I hear.  I’m doing good.  Way too many tests this week though” Alex replied.

Garret laughed.  “I think they prefer the dumb ones that they can manipulate.  The last one got pissed since I didn’t consult her before getting the new tattoo.  She had to know I was thinking about since I’d said a few things, but I guess it wasn’t interesting enough to her.  From the sounds coming from these dorm rooms, you gay guys seem to get laid a lot more than us straight guys.”

“Not always.  We still have preferences and they don’t always match up, but since most are only looking for quick sex, not a relationship, it IS easier.   You should try it sometime.  It’s better than using your hand” Alex replied.

Garrett’s surprised look told Alex that he may have not understood his meaning.  “What? Me fuck a dude?  I don’t think so” he told Alex.

“I meant casual sex, not necessarily with guys.  But… that could work too.  There’s a lot more gay bottom guys looking to get fucked than top guys to fuck them.   Maybe you SHOULD try it.  Ever do anal with a girl?” Alex asked.

Garrett’s expression took the level of surprise up a few notches.  He tapped the elevator button a few times as he got more uncomfortable by the second.  “Uh… no” he replied quietly.

Alex knew he’d gone too far and figured it was best to stop there.  “It’s just pussy.  Anyway… good luck” Alex said as the elevator arrived.

Friday came quickly and Alex was studying before his afternoon class when there was a knock on the door.  Alex and his boyfriend usually left the door open unless they really needed to concentrate.  Garrett was there, looking nervous.  “Hey, what’s up?” Alex asked.

Garrett came in and closed the door.  “Uh… I was thinking about what you said the other day.”

Alex chuckled and wondered which part he was thinking about.  “About casual sex?   I have no idea where to look for a girl that is interested in that… other than hitting a few of the meat market bars.  Just make sure they know it’s a one night stand first” Alex said.

“Yeah, probably not. I think lots of girls would love to get with a good looking guy like you, though.  Uh… I… Uh.. was talking about guys, though.”  There was a pause and he continued “I was thinking it might not hurt to try since I’m not seeing anyone and my balls are really full.”

It was Alex’s turn to look surprised.  “Oh… wow.  I was kind of joking about you fucking guys, but if you’re interested I can answer some questions you might have” Alex replied.

“Oh… I guess it comes down to two things…  What’s it feel like and where do I find guys?” Garrett asked.

“I’m not an expert… I’ve only fucked a few women so I can’t really compare the two” Alex said.  He had tried having sex with women, but it never turned him on.  With guys, he’d be hard in an instant and excited about a long session of energetic sex.  For the last attempt with a girl, he even got some pills to get him hard, but it was bad. He even apologized to the girl for the lame sex.  Alex told Garrett “Just like pussies, asses can be different.   Most are tighter than pussy, but there are some well used guys that aren’t.  I assume from your ‘balls full’ comment that you’re looking to fuck, not get fucked.”

Garrett’s anxiety was growing again and Alex could see it in the nervous twitches his body was making.  Garrett had never had a conversation like this before.  He’d had a few short conversations with other straight guys at parties talking about women, but he didn’t like to brag like many guys did or even say what he liked to do.  “Oh fuck..  Uh… Yeah. I want to be the one fucking.  So… what do you do when you meet a guy?”

Alex chuckled to himself, watching Garrett stand there sweating.  “Have a seat.  The sex isn’t much different, it’s just what hole you use.   Casual sex usually skips the making out stage or it’s really quick.  There may be a little foreplay, but a lot of time it’s just some oral to get you hard and then you fuck. You can go harder with guys than women, but you just fuck to get off.  Usually it’s not an hour long session and you’re not making love.  Don’t over think it.  It’s a hookup you may never see again, OK?” Alex explained.

“Damn, I never thought about that.  Almost every time I’ve had sex it’s with a girlfriend.  I think I’ve only done one or two bar hookups in my life and I was drunk.   Uh… I don’t want to look for a guy in a gay bar though… I don’t want anyone to know…” Garrett said.

“There’s apps to hookup easily.  You’ll probably be popular since you’re fresh meat and a top.  The straight guy experimenting thing will turn some guys on and make others run away.  I don’t know if hooking up with guys on the floor is a good thing.  While a few guys I know might be into it,  I wouldn’t want to out them without asking first and you probably don’t want anyone else to know.”     

“Yeah… But if you know which guys I could trust not to say anything… that might be ok” Garrett said.  Alex could see that the idea was taking hold inside Garrett’s mind and he was getting more excited and less nervous.

“What kinds of guys do you think you would want to meet?  Tall, short, butch, effeminate, hairy, smooth?” Alex asked.

“I dunno… something in the middle,  I guess.  Someone nice who won’t be too hard on me if I don’t know what I’m doing” Garrett answered.  

Alex pulled out his tablet and opened up a gay hookup app.  He scrolled through the bottom guys looking and showed the profiles to Garrett.  After a few dozen, Alex had an idea of the type that Garrett liked.  “Let’s get a few pics to post for you.”  Alex snapped a few on his phone and said “I’ll edit these to crop out anything that could easily identify you, like your new tattoo or too much of your face.   I have to get to class, so let’s meet up some time tonight unless you have plans” Alex said, giving Garrett a wink.

During his class he was thinking more about Garrett than the class lecture.  When Alex got back to the dorm, he got off the elevator to a group of guys joking around and chugging beer.  Garrett was there along with a few other straightish guys from the floor.  One guy, Derek, had flirted a few times with Alex but it never lasted for long before he was flirting with someone else.  Derek grabbed Alex’s ass and gave a firm squeeze.  “Damn, you can probably bounce quarters off that, Alex” Derek said.

Alex spun around, grabbed the beer out of Derek’s hand and took a swig.  “I got some good exercises to keep it tight.  I can show ’em to you sometime” Alex said, handing the beer bottle back.  He liked these kinds of interactions where it was all innuendos to let the guys still appear straight to their friends and dorm mates.

Derek leaned in and whispered “Any time.  You know where I live” and gave him a wink.  Alex nodded and went down the hallway towards his friend Jack’s room.  He wasn’t looking for Jack, but his roommate Toby.  Toby played on one of the intramural soccer teams and some of his teammates had taught him the pleasures of gay sex.  Once they finally realized they were both queer, Toby and Jack’s relationship added a new, sexual dimension.  It worked well since Jack preferred to top and Toby loved to bottom. 

The door was open and Toby was there, folding his freshly washed clothes.  “Hi Alex, Jack’s not back yet” Toby said.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you.  Got a minute?” Alex asked.  A smile came over Toby’s face and he nodded, hoping his afternoon was about to get a lot more fun.  Alex closed the door before saying “So… I know a straight guy that wants to try to fuck his first guy.  He’s really nervous and just wants to experiment and see how it goes.   I know you were in his spot not too long ago.  Could you talk to him a bit?  Give him a few suggestions?  But you got to keep it just between us three.  OK?” 

“Oh yeah.  I know what he’s going through.  I was so freaked out when one of the other guys on the team asked me.  But god… it felt so good once I tried.  You want me to just talk?  Or…” Toby asked.

Alex chuckled.  “Talk at least.  Just tell him its ok to try stuff.  It doesn’t make him gay.  Maybe bi… if he does it more than a couple times and likes it.  Of course… once he feels that hot ass of yours he might be hooked” Alex replied.

“Yeah, look at me.  I might have checked guys out in the locker room, but never did anything for years.  Then once I got fucked I couldn’t get enough” Toby said.

“Is now good?  I saw him wandering around when I got back from class” Alex asked.

“Sure… it might lead to a real slutty night with my ass dripping” Toby replied.

“Cool, I’ll be back in a minute” Alex said, slipping out the door and walking back toward the elevator area.  Alex stopped at the edge of the open area and motioned for Garrett to come over to him.

“Uh… I talked to a guy on the floor that was in your spot last year.  He promised to not tell anyone else… so… if you want to meet him now, you two can talk a bit.  Get more comfortable about meeting a guy or maybe fool around if you two want” Alex said quietly.

Garrett looked terrified.  “I… dunno” he stammered out.

“Look, just talk for a couple minutes.  If you don’t click, just tell him you have plans to meet someone.  But you might want to stop at your room and grab a condom.  I got some lube packets in my backpack.”

Alex started to dig into his backpack for the lube packets and when he looked up, Garrett was gone.  He closed the backpack up and stood there with two lube packets in his hand.  A few moments later, Garrett came back looking nervous but also excited.

“I got ribbed and ultra thin” Garrett said, making Alex chuckle.  

He passed Garrett the lube packets and said “He said he wouldn’t tell anyone about you, the same goes for you.  Right?”  and Garrett nodded back at him.

One tap on the door frame to Toby and Jack’s room and Toby replied “Yeah, come in” followed by “Oh, yeah…  Hi Garrett.”  Alex noticed that Toby had changed clothes and now had on basketball shorts and a tank and wondered if he was wearing anything under the shorts.

Alex closed the door most of the way.  He said “I’ll let you guys talk… catch you later” before he turned around and started out the door.

“Wait!  You’re not going to stay?” Garrett asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it.  It might get awkward if you guys do anything more than talk” Alex replied.  Garrett motioned for him to come back and Toby just shrugged his shoulders.

With the door closed, Alex sat on Jack’s bed with Garrett sharing Toby’s bed on the other side of the room.  Toby told Garrett his story and soon Garrett was much more relaxed.  “I really don’t care what label people want to give me.  I just know that I like fucking girls and getting fucked by guys.  It just means I get laid a lot more” Toby said as he slid closer to Garrett and grinned at him.  Alex could see Garrett start to breathe heavier and glance back and forth between Toby and himself.  

Alex quickly put together a plan to see just how horny Garrett was.  He stood up and moved to the center of the room and unbuttoned his jeans.  Toby took the cue and slipped off the bed on to his knees.  He unzipped Alex’s jeans before pulling them down and burying his face in Alex’s crotch.  Toby gnawed at the growing bulge while Alex watched Garrett’s reaction.   

A quick motion of Alex’s fingers had Garrett standing up and moving closer.  Garrett unbuttoned and pushed his jeans down, just like Alex’s were.  He then moved closer to Alex until he was next to him with their upper arms touching, which surprised Alex.  Toby turned slightly, burying his face in Garrett’s smaller bulge.

Alex felt Garrett’s body jump slightly as he felt Toby start to work on his cloth covered cock.   It didn’t stay covered long when Toby tugged down the briefs, freeing a very hard seven inches of uncut cock.  Alex looked over and saw Garrett had his eyes closed with an expression that showed he was enjoying Toby’s efforts.   A few minutes later, Toby turned back to Alex and tugged his underwear down too.   Alex knew from experience that while Toby had only been sucking cock for months, not years, he was pretty good.   Whether it had been Jack, Toby’s soccer buddies or someone else, they had taught him well.

A gasp was followed by “Holy shit!” as Garrett opened his eyes and looked down to see Toby slobbering over Alex’s engorged shaft.  Alex smiled back at him as Toby moved back to Garrett’s cock.  Alex was proud of his almost nine inch cock and was used to hearing surprised comments when anyone saw it for the first time.  Alex stepped to the side, removing his shoes, jeans, trunks and tee.  Next, he moved behind Garrett making sure his stiff cock didn’t touch Garrett’s body and tugged his tee over his head.  He leaned in and whispered “Just say something if it goes too fast.  We’ll understand and you can stop at any time.”

Alex took his place again and Toby moved back to his cock.  Garrett pushed off his shoes followed by the rest of his clothes leaving Toby as the only one still dressed.  He looked back over at Alex, smiling before glancing over his body.  Alex noticed that Garrett was now more relaxed and figured he would have no problem moving on to the next few steps of his first attempt at gay sex.

“Sit down on the bed and lean back” Alex said softly and watched Garrett do what he asked.   Alex pulled away and pulled Toby’s shirt over his head.   Toby turned and swallowed Garrett’s still hard shaft while Alex knelt down behind him, pulling his loose basketball shorts down and revealing a completely bare ass.  “Toby wasn’t going to make it hard to get some dick today” thought Alex.

It took a little work, but Toby’s shorts were completely off a few seconds later.   Alex spread his butt cheeks apart and looked over the tender pink hole he’d fucked several times since Jack had first offered his roommate’s ass to him.  Alex heard Garrett gasp when he buried his face into Toby’s ass.  A moment later, Toby moaned with a mouthful of cock.  The vibrations forced Garrett to cry out “OH FUCK!”  Alex figured that no woman had ever moaned or hummed around his cock before.  He tongue fucked Toby’s hole a few minutes before leaning back and working his fingers into the spit soaked hole.

“Eating ass to get it lubed with spit isn’t necessary, but I like to do it.  It’s just like you eating a girl’s pussy. Some spit and fingers is helps if the guy is tight” Alex explained to Garrett.  With spit dripping off his beard, he saw Garrett was watching every move he made with his mouth dropped open.  His fingers twisted, stretching Toby open and getting him ready to feel a cock plunge into his greedy ass.  Toby lunged forward and Alex wondered if that was the first time anyone had deep throated Garrett’s cock.  Based on the moan and whimper, he guessed it was.   

After the third deep dive Toby made, Alex decided he would show Garrett his cock entering Toby’s ass.   He tapped the rigid shaft along the crevice before pulling back the foreskin and resting the leaking tip on Toby’s winking hole.  Alex looked up at Garrett, grinning a second before pushing in.  Garrett’s eyes were open wide as Alex’s cock slowly disappeared inside Toby’s hole.  Alex stopped after four inches were inside and pulled back.  He rocked back and forth for a couple minutes before he pulled out.

“Your turn” Alex said. Garrett swallowed hard and got up from the bed.  Alex handed him a packet of lube and said “Don’t forget the condom.”

Garrett furrowed his brow and said “You didn’t use one.”

“Yeah, but you should.  Keep in practice for when you have sex with women” Alex replied. He watched Garrett reluctantly roll the sheath on and cover his shaft before lubing the latex.  Alex sat down on the bed in front of Toby, slapping his cock across Toby’s face.  Garrett knelt behind Toby and used the rest of the packet to lube Toby’s hole.  He gave a deep breath and pushed in. “Oh fuck” came out of both Garrett and Toby’s mouths almost simultaneously.  Alex closely watched the expressions on Garrett’s face as he felt his cock sink into Toby’s talented hole.  He doubted that would be the last ass, male or female, that Garrett would fuck.  Toby’s lips and tongue quickly brought Alex’s cock back to full hardness.

Slowly Garrett started to rock, plowing in and out of Toby’s hole.  The moans that Toby was making spurred him on to drive deeper and faster.  Alex thought that it was too gentle, but understood that Garrett was just learning and didn’t want to  shoot too quickly.  Several minutes later, Alex calmly said “Drill him harder.  He’ll let you know if you get too rough.”

Garrett kicked it up a notch and then two, but was in an poor position to go any harder.  Alex motioned for him to bring one foot up then to move his hands from Toby’s hips to his shoulders.  Toby released Alex’s cock from his mouth for a moment yelling out “Oh god that feels good.   Harder, Garrett… Harder.”

Garrett followed Toby’s directions but seconds later yelled out “Oh, Shit!” and froze.

“What?” Alex asked.

“The condom broke” Garrett replied as he slowly pulled his cock out of Toby’s hole.

“Want the other one?” Alex asked.

“Uh… No” Garrett answered.  He took a deep breath, grunted “Fuck it!” and drove his bare cock back into Toby’s hole, with the latex remnants still clinging to the base of Garrett’s shaft.  Alex watched him drill Toby even harder than before.  “Oh god… this feels even better!” Garrett cried out.   Each thrust from Garrett forced Alex’s cock deep into Toby’s throat.  Usually, Toby couldn’t take it and would gag, but this time he was having no problem and Alex felt Toby’s nose jabbing into his pubes.  It was getting Alex closer and closer to orgasm and when he looked up he saw Garrett was fighting off his own.

Four more thrusts was all that Garrett could muster before he drove in one more time and his body started to convulse.  Toby pulled off, yelling “Breed my ass!” before wrapping his lips around the end of Alex’s cock and flicking his tongue under the shaft until Alex showered his mouth full of cum.

Grunts accompanied Garrett’s cum shots, filling Toby’s hole with his straight-guy seed.  Toby struggled to swallow the cum pumping out of Alex’s cock, letting some drip past his lips and off his chin.  With their balls empty and Toby’s gut filled with sperm, their breathing slowly settled back to normal.

Garrett was the first to speak. “Damn, that was hot.  I can’t believe I did it” he said.

“That was a lot of cum.  Must have been a while since you emptied those balls” Toby said, making Garrett blush.  

“Over a week” he replied, staring at Alex and noticing his big grin.  “Why the grin, Alex?” he asked.

“Just happy to see a straight guy not run away right after he screwed his first gay guy.  Most seem to be embarrassed by it and take off as soon as their dick is out of the guy’s ass” Alex said.

Garrett chuckled.  “I thought about it, but you guys have been so cool about it so it seemed silly.   Do you do this with every guy that wants to try it?” he asked.

“Not always, but you had the guts to ask so I couldn’t refuse” Alex answered.

“Why did you want me to fuck with a condom?  He’s not going to get pregnant and it feels so much better without” Garrett asked.

Alex started to say “Uh…” before Toby piped in.  “Alex knows I’m kind of a slut and let lots of guys fuck me.  He just wanted to protect you from anything I might have picked up” Toby explained.

“Like STDs?  Oh crap.  I never thought of that.  I was just too horny, I guess” Garrett replied.

Alex laughed and said “Yeah, that happens.  Guys think with their dicks most of the time, gay or straight.  I don’t know about Toby, but let me know if you want to try something else.  There’s lots of other fun stuff you can try if you don’t limit yourself with one gender.”

Garrett nodded as he stood up and collected his clothes, putting them back on as Alex and Toby laid there naked.  “Thanks, guys.  This was way better than I thought it would be.  My balls thank you too” Garrett said as he opened the door.  Jack was standing there with a big smile on his face, causing Garrett to gasp before he slid past and quickly headed to his room.

“That was a surprise.  Running out of gay guys to fuck you, Toby?” Jack asked.  

Toby and Alex laughed.  “Just helping a guy out, Jack” Toby replied.

A few days later, Alex and his boyfriend Max were on the bed, both in just running shorts with Max leaning back against Alex’s chest.  The pair were reading stuff for their classes when they heard the tap on the door and looked up.  Garrett was standing there, nervously.  “Hey, how’s it going?” Alex asked.  Max had heard from Alex about Garrett’s hookup with Toby and Alex, but kept quiet.

“Uh, Alex, I want to thank you for the advice and help the other day.  It really opened my eyes.  I never thought something like that would turn me on like it did” Garrett said, glancing quickly between Alex and Max.

“Glad you enjoyed it.  I know Toby and I did.  Sometimes you have to go outside your safe zone and try new shit, even if it’s just once” Alex replied.

“Uh… Yeah.  It’s not going to be just once.  When you got some free time, can you show me how to set up a profile on that app you showed me?” Garrett asked.

“Sure.  Maybe after my test on Tuesday.  I already edited the pics we took.  In the mean time, I doubt Toby would say no to another visit from you” Alex said.

Garrett laughed.  “Yeah, I know.  We fucked yesterday.  He already had a load in him and I was surprised how hot it was.  Maybe we can all get together some time and fill him up.”

Tim and Liam stood outside the carnival aptly named:

”CUMMERSBYS LIONS DEN!”
Admission: £1

”You up for it Liam?”

Liam fumbled in his pocket and picked out a shiny £1 coin. 

“Yer definitely mate. Looks awesome.”

The two teenagers walked up to a booth coloured in pink and handed £2 to the happy smiling female clerk with a badge with “Hayley” on it.

Hayley ripped off two admission tickets to the teens and gave them a wink. 

“Core mate. She was fit. Wouldn’t mind a bit of that.”

Liam hesitated and looked at Tim.

”You wha? She’s old enough to be your mum. You into that are you?”

Tim looked saddened but retorted back:

”Your just jealous. She winked at me mate not you.”

Liam fought back:

”That was an old age droopy eye mate. Probably couldn’t see we were teens.”

”How do you know that she couldn’t see?”

Liam looked at a sign on the fence just outside the pink booth.

”Because limp dick it clearly says adults only.”

Tim saw the sign. 

“Oh. Ok no problem.”

Time passed and the moon was showing. Tim and Liam had been on just about every ride and stall they could find. Tim won a ugly looking chipmunk stuffed toy. Liam won a baseball, some small snacks and sweets and had got two tickets to another carnival next Saturday. 

“That was awesome mate. The look on your face going down that roller was classic. Threw up too didn’t you?”

Liam replied:

”Yer yer. At least I didn’t piss myself on the ghost train. Ha!”

Tim looked down at his shoes in disgrace. 

Liam put an arm round him to comfort his friend.

”Aww come on mate. I was only joking. It’s dry now huh?”

Tim looked at the almost gone wet patch and then nodded to Liam.

”Well then. Let’s get back home.”

Tim and Liam went back to the pink booth and headed towards the gates when a man not so much bigger than a post box stepped out in front of them blocking the gates.

He was dressed in old fashioned clothes top hat and had a riding crop in one hand and a fistful of cash in the other. 

“Have you had your full of fun boys?”

Both boys looked mystified at the stranger.

”Oh come now. You must know me? I saw you in the big top tent. Remember? The lion tamer?”

Tim and Liam said nothing.

The man laughed and then began to tip his hat at the boys.

”Was I that bad of an act?”

Tim’s eyes went wide.

”Oh yer I remember. Your that lousy ringmaster. You were terrible at taming. One of the lions almost clawed you.”

The stranger looked red cheeked but then smiled.

”Well it was my final night so I was feeling a little bored. Lions can get boring after 60 odd times you’ve tamed them.”

”Well it’s been fun. We need to go now back home. Might pop by again if the mood takes us.”

Tim and Liam moved but suddenly the stranger stopped them dead.

”Hey hey hey now young guns. You haven’t tried the tent in the far back have you?”

Tim and Liam both looked behind them. At the very back almost out of sight was a black tent. 

“Oh how did we miss that?”

Tim chuckled and said:

”Why is it all the way there?”

The stranger knelt down so he could whisper.

”Because that tent IS for adults only. However since you boys are not fully grown adults and you managed to get in which was a neat trick only an adult would think of or at least a teen adult would think of I’ll treat you like adults just this once ok?”

Tim and Liam nodded.

“Now. In this hand I have a wad of £100’s amounting to £2000. I’ll give you all this to split or one of you walks away with all of it. What you have to do to gain it is come with me into that black tent and face a gauntlet. You game?”

”Gaunlet? What’s a gauntlet?”

”Thats what you’ll have to see for yourself.”

Tim and Liam both looked at each other then at the stranger. 

“So you will give us or one of us £2000 just like that for going with you into the tent and do a gauntlet?”

”Yep it’s that simple. Come follow me I know your intrigued.”

Without another word the boys followed the stranger into the tent. 

Inside was all black. No lights. In the moonlight shining into the tent the stranger could be seen.

”You have two choices. One you go now and never come back or two you take this once in a lifetime chance of having a lot of money in your pockets. Which is it to be?”

Tim replied: 

“What the heck I’ll do it.”

Lism shyly nodded his agreement.

”Exceptional boys. Very exceptional. You won’t regret it. Now first things first sign this.”

The stranger held up a paper and gave each boy a pen. 

“Write here and here. Good. This is just a waver saying you agree to participate.”

With a flourish the stranger bowed to both boys and announced:

”Welcome. I am Jack Cummersby, proprietor and ring master of this carnival. You have entered what I like to call THE TENT OF TORMENT. In this tent there are torments to excite you. Do not fear. Everything behind this curtain is above board. You will not be hurt. Quite the opposite. You will be loved. By who? Who knows. Now first things first put these blindfolds on. No no don’t fret. You will have a guide to lead you on.
Right now you cannot see you will now have your hands tied behind you. Again do not worry this will be fun for both. Ok so blindfolds on hands tied and one more thing. Ah yes this.”

With his hands Jack whipped off the boys clothes leaving them naked. 

“Wonderful. Don’t panic it’s all part of the gauntlet. You’ll get your clothes back as soon as you leave. Now the fun begins.”

The boys were lead by soft hands. A woman? A man? Jack? Who knows? 

The boys felt a curtain being softly swept onto their skin as they entered the first part of the gauntlet.

Jacks voice rang out somewhere above them. Whoever was holding them was not Jack. 

“This is what I like to call the MOLE ROOM. Inside are two slick poles. That’s it. Proceed.”

The leaders lead the boys to a wall. Their legs spread they were then pushed down onto the poles or dildoes. Each boy moaned as the dildoes entered them. Once they had sat on the whole dildo they had hard ons. 

Jack spoke:

”Well done boys the first one is about to begin. The objective is simple. You must ride those poles for five minutes. Just a mere five minutes. Not long. Whoever doesn’t last loses and will be escorted out without money but with their clothes. Whoever remains gets to move on. Ready? Go!”

Tim and Liam both went up and down on the poles as slowly as they could but eventually both were bouncing on and off moaning ever so loudly. 

“Come on boys your nearly there. 4.3.2………1! STOP! Hop off and you may continue to the next room.”

TO BE CONTINUED….