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  • Bad Boys Are Good Too

    The following story is fiction. It didn’t happen. If you don’t like reading stories with gay sex in them or aren’t allowed to for legal reasons, then don’t. If you do and you can, read on!! This story is copyrighted June, 1996 by the author. It may be posted to other free websites as long as my name and email address are included and no changes are made. A courtesy email to let me know you plan to post to another website would be appreciated. Thanks!! 


    Dave and Sara were having one of their typical vacations: they were hopelessly lost! No one could call it a guy thing and blame Dave. Nor could anyone blame Sara. The first time they drove anywhere both of them were equally inept at reading a map or following directions. They came to Florida from up north and were only trying to find the beach. It was night and the city was new to them. They weren’t used to the smell of salt in the air; which was everywhere, so heavy that the van’s windows were shut and the air conditioning was on. They didn’t have a street map so there was really nothing to follow and they were lost.

    After 19 years of marriage Sara found out Dave was bisexual. She could have followed the advice of the women’s rights groups and divorced him so they could chalk up one more. Instead she did the intelligent thing. She did some research and discovered that such a thing wasn’t as uncommon as she thought, and decided to see if she could live with it. The result so far was a tremendously spiced up sex life for both of them, and tonight they wanted to do some fucking on the beach. If they could only find the fucking beach!

    They were driving through a section of the city that was almost deserted. Not a lot of people around to ask directions from; though that hardly ever helped anyway. A few were walking down the street and a few were hanging out on corners. A few hookers around here and there in their tight miniskirts, long legs and high heels. After several blocks the hookers turned into boys hustling their butts on the corners.

    ‘Hey,’ Dave said. ‘Let’s find us a cute guy to play with! Maybe if we make him shoot a load he’ll tell us where the beach is.’

    Sara gasped, ‘Honey!! Come on! We’ve never done another guy this way before. We don’t know how!’

    Dave smiled. ‘Honey–,’ he said and reached between Sara’s legs and rubbed her pussy, ‘we’ve never done anything like everything we’ve been doing lately! This is just one more. Come on, honey, let’s give it a go. Some of these guys are probably bi.’

    ‘But how do we know they really know what they’re doing? Some of them look awful young!’ Sara said. Now it seemed there were guys everywhere. Damn cute guys, too.

    ‘We know what we’re doing, honey,’ Dave told her. ‘And these guys are so cute, I don’t care if they know what they’re doing or not. It’ll be a lot of fun just playing around with them.’

    Sara pointed across the street. ‘Now THAT one is beautiful!’ she said, ‘He looks just like a young Omar Shariff!’ Dave looked on the other side of the street and just about stopped breathing. He was beautiful! Dark hair, not long, not too short, a mustache. He walked to a lamp post, raised one arm up and leaned against it. He was wearing some kind of high school looking letter jacket, open. No shirt. When he put his arm up the jacket fell open to reveal a slightly boyish looking, but downright gorgeous chest.

    ‘Wow!’ Dave said. ‘He looks ready!’

    Sara giggled. ‘His pants are so tight! I wonder how long it takes him to put them on.’

    ‘He probably doesn’t put ’em on,’ Dave smiled. ‘Somebody sprays ’em on him!’ As they drove past, ‘Omar’ started to cross the street. Dave looked at him through the rear view mirror. ‘Shit!’ he yelled. ‘Did you see his butt?!?’

    ‘Now calm down, honey,’ Sara put her hand on Dave’s thigh. ‘No one else is around. Let’s see if we can try him out.’

    Dave very calmly pushed the accelerator to the floor and did a doughnut in the middle of the street – squealing tires and all. ‘Omar’ barely noticed until Dave pulled over to the curb across the street from him, rolled the window down and called out, ‘Hey guy!’

    ‘Omar’ slowly walked across the street tilting his head to see who was in the car. His crotch strained against his jeans, driving Dave nuts. ‘Omar’ leaned against the window which let his jacket fall open. Dave could check out his chest and belly. His bulge was really prominent. ‘Omar’ looked like he could be in his 20’s, but when their eyes met Dave could see the youth in them. ‘Damn,’ Dave thought, ‘that high school jacket is probably brand new.’ ‘Omar’ let his eyes scan the street, then settled on Dave, waiting.

    ‘Hi,’ Dave said. ‘What’s your name?’

    ‘Joey. You guys lookin’ for some fun tonight?’

    ‘Hi, Joey. We are if you are,’ Dave replied. ‘What’s the going rate here?’

    ‘Depends on what ya want.’

    Dave flicked his eyes toward Sara and asked, ‘Are you bi?’

    Joey leaned over further and looked Sara up and down. Finally Dave got to see him smile. ‘Fuck yeah!’ Joey said, ‘Want me to do ya both?’

    Dave had to ask. ‘How old are ya, Joey?’

    Joey shook his head. ‘Old enough – I don’t carry no ID when I do this. You gotta trust me. Want me to do ya both?’

    ‘Yeah,’ Dave said. ‘And we want to do you. At least I do.’

    ‘Fine,’ Joey shrugged. ‘Two hundred bucks I’ll do ya both.’

    ‘That’s the going rate?’ Dave smiled.

    Joey leaned over and looked Sara over again. He winked. ‘You guys ain’t from here are ya? Tell ya what. 150 bucks I’ll do ya both. Welcome to fuckin’ Florida.’

    Dave thought, ‘He’s too young to know how to ask for money. The boys at

    home would want twice as much, plus a hotel room.’ Dave nodded, ‘150 bucks. You got it, Joey. Tell ya what. If we all three cum together, I’ll throw in the extra 50 bucks.’

    Joey just shook his head and smiled. ‘I ain’t promisin’ that. ‘Sides, I only really need 150 more bucks. I don’t charge as much as the other guys do. 150 bucks I’ll do ya both. You cum when ya want.’

    In spite of the bargaining Dave was something of a sucker for young guys who were in situations that made them take risks that guys their age shouldn’t be saddled with. ‘150 bucks won’t buy you stuff for very long, Joey,’ Dave said, thinking about the stories he’d heard of young gays living on the streets because their parents had no guts or brains to deal with their kids being gay, or even learn something about it – and so kicked them out of the house.

    But Joey just shook his head again, ‘Look mister,’ he told Dave. ‘I’m only doin’ this so I can buy my girl some earrings for her birthday, okay? I only come here when I need extra cash. I got a place to live. So what’s it gonna be?’

    Dave pulled out his wallet. He took a 100 and a 50 dollar bill out. Then he let two more 100 dollar bills show and looked at Joey. ‘Tell ya what, Joey. You let us watch ya fuck your girl and these two friends are yours.’

    Joey jumped back. He stared at the four bills for a few seconds then shook his head. ‘She ain’t into this shit,’ he told Dave. ‘She don’t even know I do this. No, man. Just the 150 bucks and you get all of me. Right here right now.’ But his eyes were still on the larger bills.

    Dave didn’t want to hand Joey the money and watch him take off down the

    street with it so he reached back and put the bill on the back seat of his van. ‘Get in, Joey,’ he said. As Joey walked around the car Dave said to Sara out of the corner of his mouth, ‘How’d I do?’

    ‘How should I know?’ Sara hissed. ‘At least it worked.’

    Joey slid into the back seat of the van and pocketed the bill.

    ‘I’m Dave, this is Sara.’

    ‘Hi, Joey,’ Sara smiled.

    ‘Hey,’ Joey smiled back.

    ‘By the way, Joey,’ Dave asked. ‘Where the hell is the damn beach?!’

    Joey gave him a strange look, then a smile. He pointed in the only direction

    Dave and Sara hadn’t tried yet. ‘Two blocks that way. If your windows was

    open you’d hear the waves.’

    ‘Oooooooh shit!’ Dave groaned.

    Joey leaned up and put his arms around both of them. ‘Welcome to fuckin’ Florida!’ he laughed.

    Fifteen minutes later the three of them were naked on the beach. Joey was on his back with his feet up in the air. Dave was slamming his dick into Joey’s ass while Sara smeared her pussy all over Joey’s face. Sara leaned over and started sucking hell out of Joey’s dick. Joey tried to moan but Sara’s cunt was really dripping and Joey could only make gurgling noises. Dave had his head thrown back and was panting and sweating with each thrust. Sara rose up and jacked Joey’s cock. Dave looked at her then leaned over and tasted Joey’s cock on her tongue. Joey was bucking his hips and meeting each one of Dave’s thrusts. ‘Shit!’ Dave thought. ‘He’s young, but he’s good!’ He started pounding Joey’s tight little hole even harder and could tell Joey was still wanting more.

    Dave met Sara’s eyes and glanced down at Joey’s dick. Sara got the message. She let her cunt slide over Joey’s face a couple more times then turned around. Dave spread his own legs further apart to drop down lower, and pushed Joey’s legs apart until they were almost pressed down on the blanket; making Joey resemble a frog. Sara straddled Joey’s hips and lowered her pussy down on his cock. Joey’s eyes bugged out. ‘Yeah!’ he growled. His face was shiny and wet. Even the front of his hair was soaked with Sara’s cunt juice. Joey reached up and played with Sara’s tits while Sara used her pussy to jack Joey’s cock.

    Dave pounded away on Joey’s ass; his sweaty chest every now and then slamming up against Sara’s back while she bounced up and down Joey’s shaft.

    ‘Oh fuck!’ Joey whimpered. ‘Fuck me!’ Dave fucked Joey’s butt. Sara rode Joey’s cock. Joey fucked Sara’s pussy and was going nuts. Then suddenly he dug his elbows into the ground and used them to brace himself. He bucked his hips, gritted his teeth, and jack hammered his dick into Sara’s cunt.

    Sara rose up a little and kept still, allowing Joey to drive his young fuck meat up her pussy. ‘Ooooh yesss, Joey!’ she breathed. ‘Fuck me Joey! Fuck my pussy baby!’ Each time Joey slammed his dick up Sara’s hole he also met Dave’s dick as it slid up his ass.

    ‘Holy shit!’ Dave thought. ‘This guy may be a kid, but he’s no boy! He is fucking GREAT!’

    Every muscle on Joey’s body was standing taunt as he gave Dave and Sara

    their money’s worth and more. Sara leaned forward until her face was almost in Joey’s. Their eyes bored into each other’s–each concentrating on the slam bang fucking they were giving and getting. Dave was making animal noises as he drilled Joey’s hole, and Joey was hissing through his teeth as he drilled Sara’s. Sara tried to cheer Joey on in between the thrusts that were coming fast and furious. ‘Fuck–me–Joey–fuck–me–baby–my–pussy–is–yours–my–pussy-is–all–yours!’

    The orgasm started in Sara’s pussy and exploded. Shock waves ran down into her toes and all the way up until they jerked her head back; making it look like she was howling at the moon. She was howling all right but she didn’t give a fuck about the moon. Her tits started jiggling on their own as her body was wracked by wave after wave of some of the most intense pleasure she’d ever had.

    Seeing her cum and knowing he did it drove Joey over the edge. His concrete fuck stick throbbed and pumped his juice up Sara’s cunt and throbbed and pumped and pumped some more. Joey’s own head fell back; his mouth formed an ‘O’ as he panted and huffed and came and came. Joey’s juice was filling Sara’s cunt while Dave’s was filling Joey’s butt. Dave just stared straight ahead and concentrated all his energy in his hips. Joey’s hole was flexing and milking Dave’s cock dry. Joey’s cum was running out of Sara’s cunt and mixing with Dave’s cum oozing out of Joey’s ass. Finally Joey relaxed; his body slumped down on the blanket and Dave’s cock fell out of Joey’s hole with a sucking sound. Sara raised herself off of Joey’s dick and collapsed half on and half off of Joey. She leaned over and slowly started licking the sweat off Joey’s face while Dave leaned over and licked the cunt juice and cum off Joey’s cock. Then he lay down on the other side of Joey and joined Sara licking Joey’s face.

    There was a noise out in the darkness that Joey ignored but got Dave and

    Sara’s attention. A kind of clicking noise. ‘What kind of animals are those?’ Dave asked.

    ‘Those ain’t no animals,’ Joey said. Then he chuckled and put his arms around Dave and Sara and pulled them in close to him. ‘I forgot to tell you guys. This is a pretty popular place to come fuck at night. Them’s people clapping.’

    ‘What?!?’ Dave said, and then laughed. ‘You mean we just put on a show, Joey?’ He looked at Sara, who had her hand over her mouth; her eyes wide.

    Joey nodded. ‘Best fuckin’ show they ever saw!’

    ‘Oh shit!’ Dave laughed and leaned over and kissed Joey. Soon it was a three-way kiss. They heard car doors closing, engines starting, and then fading away.

    Dave figured now was the time. ‘The offer is still good, Joey,’ he whispered in Joey’s ear.

    Joey didn’t look at Dave; his head just kind of fell in Dave’s direction. ‘Huh?’ he asked.

    ‘Four hundred big ones, Joey, and we watch you fuck your girlfriend. How ’bout it?’

    Joey sat up and waved his hand. ‘I can’t!’ he said. ‘Look guys, this was great. Fuckin’ great! But she don’t know nothin’ ’bout me. We only been goin’ for a few months. I only done her a few times. She don’t know I do this. And she don’t know I like dick. No way I could talk her into it.’ He started feeling around for his clothes. Sara stayed quiet and let Dave and Joey talk.

    ‘She doesn’t have to know, Joey,’ Dave said softly.

    Joey turned to look at Dave. ‘What the fuck does that mean?’

    ‘How old are ya, Joey?’ Dave asked again.

    ’18’

    ‘For real?’

    ‘Yeah,’ Joey said, ‘I ain’t lyin’, Dave. I’m a senior in high school. Graduate in a few months. I’m legal, don’t worry nuthin’ ’bout that.’

    Dave smiled and nodded. ‘So you don’t really fuck your girl at her house or yours, do ya? You always go someplace else, right?’

    ‘Well, yeah.’

    ‘Look, Joey,’ Dave said. ‘You tell us when and where. We’ll get there early and hide. You bring your girl and fuck her any way you want. We’ll watch, get our rocks off, and let you leave first. She doesn’t need to know anything else about you, and she doesn’t even need to know we’re there.’

    ‘Well…….’ Joey hesitated.

    Dave didn’t really feel bad about pushing Joey. He could tell from the fuck Joey just threw that there was very little Joey hadn’t already done, and that teenagers were always ready for a new experience, a new adventure; so he pressed on. ‘Tell ya what, Joey. I’ll give ya two hundred now, and slip another to ya when it’s done. How’s that?’

    Joey thought about it some and began to smile. He looked at Dave. ‘You’ll hide good? She won’t know you’re there?’

    ‘She won’t know a thing, Joey. And hell, even if she does see us that won’t tell her we know each other. She’ll just think we’re a couple of old farts who escaped from the home.’

    Joey laughed. ‘Boy will she be wrong about that!!’

    ‘So you’ll do it?’ Dave asked.

    Joey smiled and confirmed Dave’s instincts about horny teenagers. ‘Yeah.’

    Dave grabbed his wallet and gave Joey two hundred dollar bills. Joey looked at them for a few seconds like he’d never seen one before. He shoved them in his pants pocket then grabbed Dave and Sara’s hand. ‘Come on guys. Let’s take a dip and wash off.’

    The three of them ran into the ocean and washed each other off, laughing and splashing and kissing and hugging.. Then Joey said he had to start home. ‘If my dad wakes up and I’m not there, he’ll beat my ass black and blue!’ Dave glanced at Sara. Her lips were tight.

    ‘How are you getting home, Joey?’ Sara asked. ‘Do you have a car?’

    ‘Nah, I wish,’ Joey said. ‘That’s okay. I’ll get home.’

    ‘Come on Joey,’ Dave said as he stood up. ‘Tell us which way and we’ll take ya home. Just do me one little favor first?’

    ‘What?’

    Dave grinned. ‘Put your pants on last!’

    On the way Joey gave directions and told them where to be tomorrow. They dropped Joey off as near to his home as Joey felt safe letting them and then drove away. Sara told Dave he shouldn’t have pushed so much to have Joey bring his girlfriend. She said Joey may change his mind and not even show up.

    Dave shook his head, ‘I don’t care if he doesn’t show, honey,’ he said. ‘I just wanted him to have the extra money.’ Sara leaned over and kissed Dave.

    Joey told them they were only about 15 minutes from their hotel and how to get there. But with their sense of direction it took them an hour to find it. It didn’t help much that Sara was leaned over and sucking Dave’s cock while he drove, and that kind of took his mind off his driving. He didn’t complain, though.

    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

    Dave and Sara looked like some kind of newlyweds walking through the bushes laughing and groping each other. They weren’t sure where they were; they were just following Joey’s directions, but had to back track and start over twice. You guessed it: they got lost again! There was something of a trail that at times vanished and Dave had to consult the list of landmarks Joey told him about. They left the bushes and entered a large clearing they were told to expect. They crossed the clearing into the bushes on the other side. Then they encountered many small clearings; some small enough for only one person to lay down and sun bathe–or whatever. ‘So’ Dave thought, ‘this is what’s called, ‘The Party Spot’ huh? Cool.’ As instructed, they walked straight through four of these small clearings then came into one that had a small drinking fountain. So far so good. They were glad they came early.

    The next clearing was the one they wanted. They picked a spot in another small clearing right next to it that provided a good view of Joey’s clearing and spread out their blanket. They sat down and Sara opened the picnic basket and spread out lunch.

    ‘We’re awful early,’ she told Dave.

    ‘That’s OK, honey,’ Dave said. ‘Gives us time to eat anyway. Besides, I wouldn’t have known what to do if we walked right in on them!’

    ‘We would have kept right on walking, of course!’ Sara admonished.

    ‘But we’re supposed to watch them,’ Dave insisted. Sara just rolled her eyes and laughed.

    They ate their sandwiches and chips, drank their sodas, and Dave took off his shirt to get some of the sun that Florida was famous for. After a few minutes he heard a noise. ‘They’re here!’ he said and rolled over to scan the clearing. A couple came into view; obviously high school students, but it wasn’t Joey and his girlfriend. They walked on through the clearing and vanished.

    ‘Fuck!’ Dave said. ‘Anyone could decide to stop here before Joey gets here,’ he told Sara.

    ‘Well, if someone does we can at least go back and maybe Joey will see us and know something is wrong,’ Sara said. ‘There has to be more than one of these clearings they go to. They’ll just head for another one. Then we can follow them.’

    ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ Dave smiled. ‘You’re gettin’ nice and sneaky, honey!’ he reached over and started playing with Sara’s tits, ‘I like that!’ Then they heard another noise; this time from the opposite direction. But no one came into view. They realized that what they heard was a girl giggling.

    ‘It’s those other kids that walked through here,’ Sara said. ‘They must have stopped out of view.’

    ‘Yeah!’ Dave grinned, ‘and they’re startin’ to have some fun. Let’s go watch them!’

    Sara gave Dave’s butt a playful slap, ‘NO!’ she said. ‘We’ll wait here for Joey. It’s still a little early.’

    ‘Come on, honey!’ Dave pleaded. ‘We came down here to forget everything else and have some fun. So let’s go take a peek. We can get back here when it’s time for Joey to show up.’

    ‘We might miss them,’ said Sara. ‘Besides……..’

    ‘What?’ Dave asked. Then he grinned and tickled Sara’s pussy. ‘Why do you want to wait for Joey? Come on now. Fess up!’

    ‘Well…….’ Sara gave Dave a sheepish, somewhat guilty look and murmured something.

    Dave leaned over closer to her and teased her. ‘What? I didn’t hear you…….’

    Sara gave him a stern look. ‘I said…..Joey’s cuter, okay?’

    Dave laughed. ‘I knew it!’ he teased. ‘You liked Joey from the first time you saw him. You’re the one who pointed him out to me!’

    ‘Well, so what?’ Sara said. ‘I can think guys are cute too you know!’

    ‘Sure you can, honey. And you’re right. I like Joey too. And his cute lil’ butt!’ Sara elbowed Dave’s ribs.

    Then Dave realized something. This was the local Lovers Lane, the Inspiration Point. This was where all the high school kids came to make out and fuck. Every city and town had one. Hell, they may get to see quite a bit of action like what was happening on the other side of the clearing.

    ‘I’ll tell you one thing, though,’ Dave said. ‘Those other two over there?’ The two were making a completely different noise now–a noise that was in rhythm. ‘They have a great idea!’ And he leaned over and kissed Sara.

    Joey did show. And he did bring his girlfriend. Her name is Regina – Gina for short, Joey told them. Dave and Sara were already naked and Dave’s dick was wet. They almost missed the noise of Joey’s arrival, which was just about drowned out by the noise Dave and Sara were making. Sara was riding Dave’s dick and had to duck away quick and wiggle and squirm to get off it. They both had to dig their faces into the blanket to subdue their laughing.

    First thing Joey did was wrap Gina up in a hug and kiss her. A real long, wet, sloppy, WE are gonna FUCK kind of kiss. Gina returned the kiss with the same passion and intensity as Joey. ‘I don’t blame her,’ thought Dave. ‘Or him! She is hot!’ Gina was about as tall as Joey, curvy but slim, very light brown hair, almost blonde. Dave couldn’t tell if her dark eye brows were make up, or belying her real hair color, but who cares? She looked great! ‘Good job, Joey!’ thought Dave.

    Joey and Gina finally broke away and Joey spread out a blanket. Gina kicked off her shoes and sat down. Joey did the same and immediately grabbed Gina again and pulled her down while kissing her. They both lay on the blanket, and while their lips were welded together their hands were almost a blur going over each other’s bodies. Dave and Sara lay naked together, elbows dug into the ground with their chins in their hands, and smiles on their faces. For the first time in his life, Dave didn’t give one thought to his butt getting sunburned. Suddenly, in one smooth motion Joey pulled Gina’s jacket and blouse off and was pulling her skirt down. Dave’s eyes widened. He looked at Sara. ‘Damn!’ he whispered. ‘Was that smooth or what?!?’ He was watching the whole time but didn’t even notice Joey unbuttoning the blouse or unzipping the dress. But Gina was no amateur either. Joey’s shirt was off and his pants unzipped almost as fast. ‘Wow!’ thought Dave.

    Joey pulled Gina up, sat up with her, and in another swift move her bra was on the ground. ‘Nice tits,’ thought Dave. Joey lay Gina back down, leaned over and devoured her tongue again. Dave saw one hand play with a tit, and this time he caught the other one sliding Gina’s panties off. Dave smiled and shook his head. ‘Joey’s something else,’ he thought. ‘Not even outta high school yet, but he can uncover some pussy in record time!’

    Sara leaned over to whisper to Dave, ‘He’s good. He’s not even looking around to see if we’re here.’

    ‘I wouldn’t either,’ Dave whispered and jerked his eyes toward Gina, ‘if I had that to play with. Besides, what’s he got to loose? He’s already made some extra money and he’s gettin’ laid to boot!’

    ‘Well I guess I wouldn’t care either,’ Sara said. She licked Dave’s ear. ‘But I’m talking about him!’ Dave reached over and gave her butt a playful little slap – – before he remembered that slaps make noise.

    ‘What was that!?’ Gina hissed.

    ‘Nuthin’ babe,’ Joey murmured, and went for her lips again.

    Gina’s hand went to the waistband of Joey’s pants. When she pushed them

    down to uncover his butt, Dave closed his eyes and remembered how much fun it was to fuck that little butt last night. Dave had to roll onto his side and stroke his own cock. Gina pushed Joey’s pants down as far as she could reach. Joey stayed on top of her and scissored his legs until his pants were off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and now both of them were naked out in the sun. As though she knew there was an audience, Gina’s hands went to Joey’s ass and pulled the cheeks apart, showing Dave and Sara his little fuck hole. Dave started stroking his dick faster.

    Joey squirmed down and started sucking hell outta Gina’s tits. Even though they weren’t right next to them, Dave and Sara could see Gina’s nipples stand straight up and get sucked into Joey’s mouth. Now it was Sara’s turn to roll onto her side with one hand playing with her own tits, and the other playing with her cunt. Sara closed her eyes and, again without thinking, she let out a little moan.

    Gina again said, ‘What was that?!? Somebody’s here!’

    ‘It’s nuthin, babe,’ Joey said as he switched tits. ‘Somebody’s always here. You know that.’

    ‘It sounded awful close,’ Gina said. ‘Maybe we should have gone someplace else, Joey.’

    ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Joey murmured between licks. ‘All the guys know this is my favorite place. They all stay away. Maybe we can hear, but that don’t mean any one can see.’ He went back to Gina’s tits and slid a hand down to her pussy. It came away wet. Gina forgot about the noise and relaxed.

    Joey rolled off Gina and she eased him onto his back. She got up on her knees and leaned over Joey. She grabbed his cock and stood it up straight. Joey opened his legs a little and put his hands behind his head. Gina leaned down and kissed the head of Joey’s dick, then slowly, but in one motion swallowed it whole. Dave couldn’t just lay there and watch. Watching two hot young bodies working each other was too much for him. He squirmed around and stuck his own cock in Sara’s mouth, and while Sara tried to suck they both maneuvered themselves so they could both watch.

    It was obvious Gina was no virgin either by the way her head bobbed up and down and got Joey’s cock all wet and slippery. Joey was cheering her on with his moaning and repeated, ‘Yeah’s,’ and, ‘Yesss’s’ He started bucking his hips and fucking Gina’s face without holding her head still. That made Dave suddenly start bucking his own hips hard. But a little too suddenly and a little too hard–Sara gagged. Gina’s head snapped up.

    ‘Who the fuck is there?!?’ She demanded. Joey rose up on his elbows and tried to calm her down.

    ‘Come on, babe! Don’t stop now,’ he pleaded, but Gina jumped to her feet, oblivious of her nakedness. Dave looked away and continued to pump Sara’s face, as though he hadn’t heard. Gina sat back down quickly and put a finger to her lips at Joey, telling him to be quiet. She leaned over to him. ‘Somebody’s fucking right over there!’ She told him and snickered. Joey thought this was the end of it, and he wouldn’t get his extra money. He even started to sit up while looking around for his clothes.

    ‘Let’s sneak over there and watch them!’ Gina said

    Joey couldn’t believe what he just heard. He just looked at Gina with his eyes bugged out and almost fell back down. ‘Huh?’ was all he could manage.

    Gina grabbed his hand and pulled, ‘Let’s go!’ she whispered, and began crawling on her hands and knees toward the bushes pulling Joey with her.

    ‘Oh shit!’ Joey thought. ‘Now what do I do? What the fuck is she doing? This is fucked up! This is all backward. Now I gotta give them the money back.’

    Dave and Sara had been trying to act as though they didn’t know anyone was around. Dave got between Sara’s legs and started eating her pussy while still keeping an eye on the other two. Sara was trying to roll on her side and suck Dave’s dick in a way so she could also watch out for themselves. But they both couldn’t look in the same direction at once. Dave tried to move Sara around so he could eat and watch, and Sara tried to bend Dave’s dick around so she could suck and watch. They tried to act natural but only ended up looking silly. When Gina first got up on her knees and looked away from them to grab Joey’s hand Dave spun around and stuck his dick in Sara’s cunt and started humping. Now Sara could bend her head back and watch.

    When Joey and Gina started crawling towards the bushes Dave and Sara did what any one would do who could stay calm in such a situation: they kept right on fucking. In seconds Joey and Gina were too close for eye contact so Dave and Sara averted their eyes and pretended to be oblivious.

    Gina crawled up to the bushes and ducked down low. She reached out and very slowly parted a branch. Then she turned to a still confused Joey. ‘There’s an older couple in there, and they’re fucking!’ she whispered excitedly. Joey could only shrug his shoulders. Gina turned back to watch and Joey just looked up at the sky. One would think he was praying. He thought Gina to have been the type of girl who would grab her clothes in panic and run away. Then Joey would not only loose the best pussy around, but he would be out several hundred bucks too! If this didn’t work he had no intention of keeping the money. But instead Gina grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, a big smile on her face. She put a finger to her lips and jerked another toward the bushes telling Joey to take a look. So Joey parted the branch and smiled a little at Dave humping Sara. Dave’s eyes glanced up and saw Joey. Dave looked back down at Sara, then back up to Joey. Dave could only shrug, give Joey a pleading look that meant, ‘What else are we supposed to do? We’re fucking naked, man!’ and keep right on hammering Sara’s cunt.

    Gina wanted to watch some more, so she reached between Joey’s legs, grabbed his swinging cock, and used it to pull him backwards and out of the way, and took his place between the branches. Joey saw her hand slide down between her own legs and she started fingering her own pussy.

    ‘Oh what the fuck!’ Joey thought. ‘If I ain’t never gonna get that cunt no more after this, I might as well say fuck the whole thing and get me a good piece today!’ So without Gina noticing he got up on his knees and positioned himself behind her. He grabbed his own dick and with a flex of his hips shoved the head right inside Gina’s wet cunt.

    That certainly took Gina by surprise. In fact she was so shocked that she whooped and tried to jump up and turn away so she wouldn’t be seen. But her knees buckled, and instead of turning away she fell right between the bushes into Dave and Sara’s clearing and came to rest with her eyes only inches from Dave and Sara’s.

    Everybody froze. Dave with his dick half in and half out of Sara’s pussy, his bugged out eyes locked on Gina’s, equally wide. Sara’s eyes were just as big and locked on Gina’s. Joey groaned. Both Dave and Joey’s cocks immediately went soft.

    The only thing Dave could think to do was give Gina a guilty, big Cheshire Cat smile and say, ‘Uh….er….um….heh heh….Hi guys!’

    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

    ‘Oh my God!!’ Gina yelled. Dave and Sara’s eyes moved as one to Joey, who’s eyes were shut tight.

    ‘I’m so glad it’s you!!’ Gina said excitedly. Now three pairs of wide open eyes turned as one toward Gina. She had Joey’s full attention now. Gina turned toward Joey. ‘Look, baby! Look who it is!’

    ‘What the fuck is going on?’ thought Dave. ‘Does she know us?’

    ‘What the fuck is going on?’ thought Sara. ‘Did Dave fuck her already?’

    ‘What the fuck is going on?’ thought Joey. ‘Did she already fuck them?’

    ‘Uh, what are you talking about, babe?’ Joey slowly asked Gina.

    Gina looked back at Dave and Sara. ‘I’m just so glad it’s you,’ she repeated. ‘I thought you were some of the other kids from school and you’d know it was us and you’d blab it all over school and I’d just die!’

    Three people had been sitting, kneeling, and laying all tensed up, and all

    tensions went out of them at the same time. One could almost feel the air move as all three exhaled their relief.

    Dave smiled at Gina. ‘Well, we won’t tell any one at all….uh….’ and he looked at Gina expectantly, then at Joey.

    Suddenly Joey woke up and remembered no one was supposed to know any one. ‘I’m Joey!!!’ he almost yelled, too quickly. He pointed to Gina and almost jabbed her back. ‘This is my girlfriend. Her name is Gina!’ Then from behind Gina he winked at Dave and Sara.

    As though their voices were wired into each other’s somehow Dave and Sara said together as they pointed to each other.

    ‘I’m Dave.’

    ‘I’m Sara.’

    ‘She’s Sara.’

    ‘He’s Dave.’

    ‘She’s my wife.’

    ‘He’s my husband.’

    ‘Yeah, I’m her husband.’

    ‘I’m her wife. I mean his wife. Oh…’

    Then Gina laughed and Joey snickered and the ice was broken. Dave sat up on his knees and Gina looked down.

    ‘Hey, Dave, nice cock!’ she said and smiled. Joey just stared at her. He’d given up on being surprised.

    Dave smiled at Gina. ‘Well, thanks, Gina!….um….nice, uh,….tits’

    Sara sat up and looked at Joey with a conniving look on her face and a sexy little smile. ‘Hi Joey,’ she said. ‘Niiiiiiice dick!!’ Joey just laughed and fell back on his side.

    Gina seemed not at all embarrassed about being naked in front of strangers, which surprised them all, but any onlookers would be able to tell that Joey and Dave thoroughly enjoyed it. ‘Hey Dave,’ Gina said. ‘I saw you eating Sara’s pussy. It was soooo hot! I wish you could teach Joey to eat pussy like that. He never has, you know.’

    Joey almost choked on his own spit. Started coughing and gagging for a minute while Dave and Sara laughed. After all, Joey had a whole face full of some real nice pussy just last night.

    ‘Sure, honey!’ Sara teased both the guys. ‘Teach Joey how to eat pussy! He can practice on me!’

    Joey was going just about nuts trying to take it all in. Here was his girlfriend – the proper cheerleader at school who made all the guys wish they were him – talking like a common slut. Saying the stuff that Joey liked to hear!

    Gina leaned over and started patting Joey’s back. ‘That’s okay, baby. I’ve been wanting you to eat my pussy ever since we met. Now we’ve got a couple of experts here! Let’s make the most of it!’ Joey just stared at her.

    ‘Yeah, Joey,’ Dave said, looking at Joey with a shit eating grin. ‘Let’s make the most of it, buddy!’

    Joey just looked at the three of them, then smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘Fuck yeah! Let’s go for it!’ Then he grabbed Gina and laid her down on her back. He beckoned to Dave. ‘Come on, Dave! (wink) Show me how it’s done.’

    Dave wasted no time. In seconds he was stretched out between Gina’s thighs pushing her knees up to her tits. Joey got down close and watched Dave’s tongue dart in and out of his girlfriend’s snatch and lick that young pussy all up and down.

    ‘Oh my God!’ Gina yelled and squirmed. ‘That feels sooo goood!’ She squirmed and wiggled and Dave licked and licked. Joey watched as Dave’s tongue fucked his girlfriend. He knew Dave was tasting not only Gina’s cunt but his own precum as well and smiled. He looked up at Sara and licked his lips. Sara smiled at Joey and jerked her eyes to Gina. Joey caught the hint and straddled Gina’s face. He bent his cock down and shoved it into Gina’s mouth. Gina took it and started sucking Joey’s dick like she’d never sucked before and that brought an instant grin to Joey’s face. Sara leaned over and put her hand behind Joey’s head. Joey leaned over and kissed Sara while he fucked Gina’s face.

    Sara moved her lips to Joey’s ear, ‘He wants you too,’ she whispered. Joey looked at her. ‘He wants you with him. He wants to share her pussy with you.’ Then she guided Joey’s head and pushed him down so his face was right next to Dave’s. Then Joey and Dave were both working Gina’s cunt. Now Gina had two hot tongues paying attention to her snatch and that drove her wild. She started whimpering and sucking hard on Joey’s cock. Joey no longer had to hump her face. Gina was bobbing her head back and forth and swallowing Joey’s dick over and over again. Joey felt like she was trying to suck it right off and swallow it whole. That made him get right down next to Dave and their tongues starting fighting each other’s for a place in Gina’s cunt. Sara lay down and ate Dave’s ass while Dave and Joey ate Gina’s pussy and sucked each other’s tongues and licked each other’s faces and Gina sucked dick. Every one was squirming so much that poor little blanket got the worst of it. It got all wrinkled up and squished flat. But four people were getting the best of it. Joey couldn’t believe his luck. He was finding out his oh so proper girlfriend was doing the kind of fucking he liked to do. No making love here – not now. Now was just plain ole good time fucking. No worries about performance, no worries about pleasing your partner. No worries, no love, no commitment, just get down, get dirty, and get fucked!

    Suddenly, Gina started bucking her hips like she was having some kind of seizure. She yanked Joey’s dick out of her mouth and started panting and moaning, her voice getting higher and higher. Dave moved his face out of the way and let Joey lean forward and sink his tongue up Gina’s snatch and finish her off. Dave reached around and tweaked Gina’s clit while Joey slurped up her juice and Gina went plain ole nuts! She reached up and jacked Joey’s dick and screamed and came and bucked and came and howled and came some more. Finally, every muscle in her body relaxed. Joey raised his shiny wet face and grinned at Dave, who winked. Sara got her face out of Dave’s butt and laid down right next to Gina, who was sweating and panting.

    Dave’s eyes bored into Joey’s. Dave jerked his eyes to Sara and put his hand up on Joey’s shoulder and gave him a slight push. Joey got the signal and scrambled off of Gina. Dave immediately rose up and lay right on top of Gina and kissed her. Gina sucked Dave’s tongue right into her mouth. While they kissed Dave slid his hard cock up Gina’s sloppy wet pussy and started humping away. Gina’s eyes flew open when she realized things weren’t done yet. She wrapped her legs around Dave and held him there. Sara grabbed Joey and started to pull him on top of her but Joey didn’t need any help. He spun around, got between Sara’s legs, and started fucking her like Dave was fucking Gina. Now there were two pairs of legs wrapped around two butts, Joey fucked Sara hard and fast and furious and grunted like an animal, and Dave sunk his cock into some sweet 18 year old pussy and just fucking wallowed in it, and man I tell you what but there was some slippery nasty sweaty fuckin’ going on in that clearing!

    Dave was on top of Joey’s girlfriend giving her cunt a pounding and right next to them Joey was on top of Dave’s wife sinking his dick in her snatch. They were both fucking away on each other’s women looking at each other and smiling. Dave reached over and put his arm around Joey and Joey put his arm around Dave. The four of them fucked like that under the sun and sweated and grunted and grinned ’til all four of them came hard and loud and furious. Dave and Joey didn’t notice that they rammed those cunts so hard that all four of them had slowly but surely scooted a few feet from where they started fuckin’.

    Joey slid off of Sara and rolled over onto his back, squirming between the women, his dick not yet starting to go soft. Dave rose up on his knees and his dick fell out of Gina’s cunt. All four of them stayed quiet except for their breathing. Two pussies were just trying to close, almost as if they were scared of what may happen next. Two cocks were wet and shiny, twitching a little like they were looking for another target.

    Dave glanced over at Joey. Joey had the biggest shit eating grin on his face! He looked at Dave and their eyes met. After a second Joey glanced down at his cock then back up at Dave. Dave caught the look and his face broke out in a huge grin of his own. Dave’s shoulders shrugged just slightly – only Joey caught the movement. It was like both of them thought, ‘Why the fuck not?’ Then right in front of Gina Dave leaned over and started licking Joey’s cock clean.

    Joey glanced over to see Gina’s reaction but her eyes were still rolled back in her head. Then he just thought, ‘Oh fuck it all!’ He rolled up onto his side and pulled Dave closer to him. Dave’s dick was coated with Gina’s pussy juice and Joey slowly licked it off, then sucked Dave’s dick up into his mouth while he felt his own dick slide into Dave’s mouth, and Dave and Joey started a 69 right between their women. Then Joey felt a tongue slide across his fuck hole and realized that Sara had turned around and was eating his ass. That made him suck Dave even harder and he felt Dave’s dick get harder and harder in his mouth. He sucked a few drops of left over cum from the head of Dave’s dick, and when he stopped for a second to swallow, he could still hear the sound of his lips smacking. Then he realized that it wasn’t his lips that were smacking, and wondered what was going on. He opened his eyes just as Dave parted his legs a little.

    ‘Goddamn!’ Joey thought as he almost bumped into Gina, ‘That little slut!’ he smiled. Gina had rolled over and was eating Dave’s ass with the same gusto that Sara was eating Joey’s.

    Joey stuck Dave’s dick back into his mouth and sucked away. He sucked and licked, and sucked Dave’s balls and licked his way to Dave’s hole where his tongue met Gina’s, and the two of them licked and made out right in Dave’s butt. Joey could feel that Dave and Sara had the same idea as two tongues started vying for a spot up his own ass. He raised one leg and draped it over one of them to give them more room, and the four of them went at it again.

    No one would be able to tell if it was spit or pussy juice or cum or sweat but all four of them were wet and shiny. Sara and Gina were squirming around trying to eat butt and finger their own cunts. When Sara wanted to lick Joey’s hole she would grab his dick, bend it down and stuff it in Dave’s mouth to get him out of the way. Then she went nuts on Joey’s butt. Gina was having a great time gnawing on Dave’s hole. She licked and sucked it and Dave could even feel her teeth raking across it. He started bucking his hips trying to get more of Gina’s face in his butt. Anyone in hearing distance would hear the unmistakable noise of fuck. Dave wondered if they were putting on yet another show for some other high school kids. ‘Who fucking cares?’ Dave thought. ‘Joey alone could teach the teachers some stuff!’ and he went on sucking Joey’s cock.

    Dave squirmed around and wound up on top of Joey. He turned around and sat on Joey’s chest then fed Joey his dick. Gina straddled Joey’s hips and pushed Dave forward until he was in a push up type of position with his cock still in Joey’s mouth. Gina grabbed her boyfriend’s dick, stood it straight up, and then sat her pussy down on it. Sara lay down on her back and spread her legs. Dave looked like he was doing push ups, with each down count sinking his cock into Joey’s throat, and his face into his wife’s pussy. Gina rode Joey’s cock and leaned over to eat more of Dave’s ass. And the noise of fucking went on and on.

    Gina could feel Joey’s dick throb and she knew he was about to cum again. But she slid her cunt off it, grabbed hold of Joey’s dick and squeezed hard, not letting him cum. Then, just like she did with Joey, she reached between Dave’s legs and pulled his dick out of Joey’s mouth, and used it to pull Dave down Joey’s body until the two dicks met. She grabbed one of Joey’s legs and pushed the knee to his chest. Joey’s other leg automatically followed. Joey shot Gina a look – he didn’t think she would let him go this far. Gina smiled and looked at Joey.

    ‘Go ahead, baby!’ she said. ‘I know you want it. I know you like to get fucked too!’

    Joey’s mouth dropped open yet again. Dave lay on top of Joey, looking at him and smiling. Sara sat up on her elbows and smiled too.

    ‘Wha–what do you mean?’ Joey asked Gina.

    ‘Don’t forget, I used to go out with Jack,’ Gina laughed. ‘He told me all about how you would drain his cock dry after baseball practice.’

    ‘Ahhhh shit!’ Joey slumped down. He’d never even thought that Gina would know such a thing. Or that Jack would tell. But Gina wasn’t done yet.

    ‘He also told me he’d hide here and watch you suck his little brother’s dick too!’ Gina said. Dave and Sara were looking at Joey and laughing.

    ‘Huh?’ was once again all Joey could manage.

    ‘Sure!’ Gina said. ‘I always wondered what was going on at their house. Every time I would surprise Jack and go over there, one of them would always come running out of the other’s bedroom. So once I went at night and snuck a peek in Jack’s window.’

    Dave thought he would lay on top of Joey and feel Joey’s dick go soft as he tried to take all this in. But instead, it got harder.

    ‘Jerry was naked and sweating, and he was fucking the holy shit out of his big brother’s ass! And Jack was yelling for more.’

    ‘Oh my God!’ Joey moaned. So much for secrecy! He hadn’t fooled Gina for even a second.

    ‘Don’t worry, baby!’ Gina laughed. ‘I know brothers start out by fucking each other a lot – sisters too. And I like fucking you as much as the other guys do. And I don’t want to stop. But…’ she looked at Dave, ‘I want to watch him get fucked. I want to watch him get fucked just like he fucks me!’

    That was all the encouragement Dave needed. He looked at Joey, who now had a big smile on his face. ‘I knew it!’ Dave thought. ‘This guy will go for anything! Anything at all!’ So Dave slid down just a little, and his dick almost fell into Joey’s waiting butt. Joey arched his hips and let out a moan as Dave’s dick slid home all in one smooth motion. Dave gritted his teeth and moaned as he felt Joey’s tight little fuck hole wrap itself around his dick and squeeze. Gina laid down and got her face right up close to watch Dave’s cock slide in and out of Joey’s ass. Joey saw what his girlfriend was doing and decided to lay back and enjoy it. He clamped his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs way back, opening up his hole for Dave. He worked his hole and squeezed Dave’s dick even harder. Gina finger fucked herself and watched Dave fuck her boyfriend. Dave gave it all he had and slammed his dick up Joey’s butt so hard, he made Joey’s hair shake with each thrust.

    None of this was getting past Sara. She knew how much Dave liked to get

    fucked himself, and had a surprise of her own. At home she would strap on a big 8 inch dildo and pummel Dave’s ass with it. Dave didn’t know it, but she’d brought it with her. She pulled it out of her bag now. Gina saw it and her eyes went wide. She’d never seen a real dildo before and crawled over to Sara to check it out while Dave went nuts in Joey’s butt. Next thing you know, Sara had shown Gina how to strap it on, and Gina stood up with a big dick hanging between her legs, laughing. She held it up and jacked it – a little clumsy at first, but soon got the ‘hang’ of it.

    Dave saw her, and it was too much for him. He reared back and started shooting a load of cum up Joey’s ass. Shot after shot and grunt after grunt, and cum was oozing out of Joey’s hole once again. Joey gritted his teeth and cheered Dave on, bucking his hips to meet each thrust. He reached to his butt and grabbed Dave’s dick – jacking it as Dave came in his ass. Finally Dave gave one last grunt and slammed his dick up Joey’s butt and ground it around as his last drop made it’s way into Joey’s hole. Then he collapsed on the ground, sweating and panting. Joey still had his legs in the air. That gave Sara an idea.

    She reached over and grabbed Joey’s ankles. Then she pulled. And pulled. Next thing, Joey’s back was straight up and down and he was looking up at his own hole. His dick was pointed straight at his own face. Sara then reached over and grabbed the dildo that was strapped to Gina, and guided it to Joey’s hole. Gina caught on and put the head of the dildo right up to Joey’s hole. Still loosened up some from Dave’s fucking, and greased up with cum, Joey’s hole just opened up by itself and Gina slid the dildo in up to the hilt. Once more Joey’s eyes went wide and he let out a loud, ‘YEAH!!!’ as he watched his girlfriend fuck his butt.

    Again a little clumsy at first, Gina stood up and pumped the dildo in and out of Joey’s butt. Dave lay down on his stomach next to Sara, and they both watched Gina fuck Joey. Gina knew what it felt like to get fucked, and soon worked into a rhythm and gave Joey the same pleasure he’d given her. Now and again Joey would glance over at Dave, and they gave each other a smile and a wink. Dave liked the idea of him and Joey getting fucked by the same dick–sort of.

    Gina was getting another surprise. She thought she was going to give her boyfriend the same pleasure he gave her and nothing more, but she was wrong. The base of the dildo was attached to a square of hard rubber. Padded, but still solid. When it was strapped in place, the square sat right over her clit. While she fucked her boyfriend, the square pulled away and pressed against her clit in rhythm, in effect, massaging it. She started moaning at the sensation, and it made her fuck Joey even harder. In just a couple of minutes, she and Joey both were grunting and yelling. Gina’s own tits started jiggling on their own as her orgasm exploded.

    It was quite a sight to Dave and Sara, seeing Gina standing up with her feet planted apart, her head thrown back, and screaming as orgasmic shocks

    wracked her body. Dave saw Joey’s toes fan out and knew he was gonna shoot, too. And he did. Damn did he ever shoot! He reached up and grabbed his own dick. Dave, Sara, and Gina watched as he opened his mouth and shot his cum right down his own throat. Gina went nuts. Sara applauded. Dave smiled and shook his head. Finally the four of them were all lying on the ground, exhausted, panting, and spent. Then the same noise happened. The same clicking noise, and Dave realized they had in fact, put on another show. Joey ignored it as he did last night, but Dave looked at the women, who had their hands up to their mouths, their eyes widened. Then they all laughed, wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

    The next morning Gina had to work, but Joey met Dave and Sara at a restaurant next to the Party Spot. This time Dave found the place on the first try. Their bags were packed and in the back of the van. They were flying back up north today. Over breakfast, Dave slid two one hundred dollar bills across the table to Joey.

    ‘There ya go, buddy!’ Dave said. ‘You deserve a lot more.’

    Joey pushed the money back to Dave. ‘I don’t want no money, guys,’ he said.

    ‘But Joey!’ Sara said, ‘we promised you, and you did earn it. We want you to have it.’

    ‘That’s right, Joey,’ Dave said. ‘That was the deal, and I wasn’t kidding about it, or the fact that you deserve a lot more.’

    Joey just shook his head and pushed the bill over to Dave. Dave looked like he was going to say something, but Joey slammed his hand down over Dave’s.

    ‘Better put it back in your pocket,’ Joey said with a grin. ‘Or I’ll shove it between Sara’s tits right here in front of everybody.’ Sara laughed.

    ‘I guess it might not matter,’ Dave laughed. ‘It would just be one more show, right?’ He was thinking about the audience of the past couple of days.

    Joey laughed too. ‘Oh fuck them,’ he said. ‘They ain’t nuthin’ but a bunch of high school kids like me. They’s probably with their girlfriends and boyfriends right now practicin’ what they seen us do!’

    After they laughed, Joey cleared his throat. ‘Look guys,’ he said and took a breath. ‘I ain’t no good at this, but let me tell ya. I made enough money from you guys. I don’t want no more. Yesterday was fun. I mean, I had a great time, and it was just fun! That’s how I want to remember it. That’s how I want to remember you two. I mean, not that it was business, but that you were fun. Besides,’ he put his hand back on Dave’s and looked at him, ‘you showed me somethin’ I didn’t know nuthin’ ’bout before.’ He smiled at Dave. ‘You showed me I got the best pussy this side of the Mason/Dixon line! And..’ he put his other hand over Sara’s, ‘you got the best on the other side.’ Sara smiled at Joey.

    ‘I made enough money to get Gina her present,’ Joey continued. ‘I don’t go downtown ’cause I like it. I go just ’cause it’s the only way I can make any money but I only go when I need to, and I ain’t gonna need to for a while now. I just want to remember yesterday as one of the best fucks I’ll never forget.’

    ‘Well, Joey,’ Dave said, ‘for a guy who’s no good at this you sure do a hell of a job. How about this? When we get home I’ll donate the money to some kind of charity that helps gay folks, how’s that?’

    ‘Good enough for me!’ Joey smiled.

    They walked out to the car and Joey held the door open for Sara.

    ‘Well!’ Sara smiled. ‘Thank you, kind sir.’

    ‘Oh, great!’ Dave laughed. ‘Now she’s a Southern Belle!’

    ‘And a damn gorgeous one, too!’ Joey said and bowed as Sara got in the van.

    Joey kissed Sara goodbye from her window then walked around to Dave’s side. He looked around to make sure no one was watching then leaned into the window and gave Dave a kiss.

    ‘By the way, Joey,’ Dave said.

    ‘Yeah?’

    ‘How do I get to the airport?’

    ‘Oooohhh No!’ Joey groaned, and wound up taking a cab home from the airport.

    THE END


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  • Anal Obsession

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    Almost everyone in Sydney had slept, except some people who worked during the night shift. One of them was Rick. Using his flashlight, Rick was patrolling around the mall. As a security guard, that white man was paid to watch over the mall where he worked at. The watch on his hand pointed out that it was nearly 1 AM in the morning. Yawning, Rick started to get bored. The sounds of his boot steps echoed through the mall. Even his breath could be heard clearly. Stopping in front of a fashion store, Rick found himself staring at a mirror in that store. For some minutes, he just stood there and admired himself. Rick liked seeing himself in his security uniform; he looked very manly. Flashing his body, Rick saw how handsome he was in that white uniform. Uncomfortably, he was pulling at the collar. His neck had been bathing in steady stream of sweat. In fact, his uniform was soaked with sweat. Since the air conditioner was turned off, the temperature in the mall rose up. Hurriedly, the 30-year-old security guard unbuttoned his uniform. One by one, the buttons were undone. Hanging open, the shirt revealed a sweaty sexy chest.

    As a security officer, he had undergone tough physical training. Thus, his body was shaped up pretty well. Some fat managed to infiltrate his body, hanging in his chest and stomach, but Rick had not lost his sexiness. The narrow valley between the mounds of his chest was streaked with sweat. With his hand, Rick wiped off the traces of sweat. Wanting to get more comfortable, that security guard decided to take off his wet shirt. As the shirt fell to the floor, he breathed relievedly. Feeling much better, Rick glanced at the mirror. He saw himself standing bare-chested. The flashlight shone upon his sweaty body, creating artistic lighting. The shadow revealed the contour of his body more clearly. Flexing his muscles, he was proud of his body.

    One hand began unsnapping his trouser. The dampness in his trousers was unbearable as sweat had wetted his crotch, too. After unzipping them, he shacked the trousers off. Stepping out of them, Rick had nothing on except his damp white briefs. His body was glistening with sweat, as he was literally in heat. The almost-naked white body of his looked very arousing. Seeing his own body in the mirror excited Rick. Slowly, his cock came to life as blood was pumped into its vein. A big bulge was formed inside his briefs, cramping them. Moaning, Rick grabbed his own package and started squeezing it. Pleasure coursed down his body as his fingers adeptly massaged the enlarged cock head through the dampened fabric. Unaware of his surroundings, Rick was deep in his self-stimulation. He even got braver as he slipped down his damp briefs, exposing his hard-on. The naked security guard admired his naked body, reflected on the mirror. His lewd groans echoed through the building. Skillfully, his hand manipulated his throbbing hard cock. ‘Oh yeah. It feels so good. Oh!’

    Not far from where Rick stood, there was a dark figure sneaked around. A thief had infiltrated the mall! He was in black; his clothes were worn out. From his physical appearance, it seemed that he kept himself in good shape. He was still young, too; he was a guy in his early 20s. Not wearing any mask, his handsome face was exposed. Rick’s pleasurable groans reached his ears. Curiously, he crept to the sound source. ‘Oh shit. There’s a naked man jacking off,’ he gasped to himself. Like eagle’s, his eyes quickly detected security guard uniform on the floor. Instinctively, that thief wanted to back away, for he did not want to mess with a guard. But seeing how perverted the guard was, the thief changed his plan. ‘He’s got me really horny. Shit, now I’m hard, too.’ Reaching down, he touched a tent in his trousers. From his hiding place, that thief could see Rick’s naked body. Enjoying the erotic view, the thief continued squeezing his hard-on.

    Precum was exuded out of Rick’s hard cock. The pearly liquid was soon rubbed off, smearing the cut cock. His callused palm rubbed itself against the sensitive cock head. Groans continued to echo as Rick drowned himself in his private jacking off session. The sight of his own naked body excited him very much. Needless to say, Rick was a full-timer homosexual man. His mind wandered to the time when he joined the academy for security guards. His seniors, one by one, raped his virgin ass, thus they converted him into homosexuality. But the memory of the time when he was still in academy lived on in his mind. And it was such a truly horny memory for him. Touching his own naked body, Rick closed his eyes and imagined that he was being touched by his seniors. To make it more real, he pretended he could hear his seniors taunting him as they forced him to bend down. ‘Oh, don’t fuck my ass, seniors. Please leave my ass alone,’ he silently gasped, carried away in his dirty fantasy. He was reliving his experience. Bending his body over, Rick took a nightstick from his trousers. Without any hesitation, he brought the blunt edge of that stick to his twitching ass hole. ‘Ah!’ He started groaning when he applied pressure to the stick.

    ‘What a pervert,’ the thief gasped as he saw the live sex show. ‘He’s homo. He fucked his own ass with a nightstick. Man, he surely makes my cock hard. Oh, shit!’ Massaging his bulge, he tried to repositioned his erect cock. But his cock had a mind of its own, cramping the trousers. Moreover, it began to leak out slippery liquid. ‘Oh, I’d better pull it out and start to jack off,’ he finally decided. Unsnapping the trousers, he hurried slid the trousers down. The throbbing member of his sprung out. No precum was oozed out yet. The cock head was still dry and sensitive to the touch. Spitting silently, the thief applied a handsome amount of spit on the cock head. ‘Oh yeah, fuck yourself. Entertain me,’ he whispered, starting to jerk his cock off. To ease himself, that thief knelt down.

    The show continued as Rick managed to push the baton into his clenched ass hole. Wincing in pain, he groaned as he forced the blunt object to penetrate his hole without any lube. The friction caused some minor cuts around the lips. ‘Ah, it hurts. Your cock is too big. Take it out,’ he whispered, pretending he was getting raped. His ass was burning with pain but Rick still forced the nightstick in. Sliding in with great difficulty, the baton was finally in his ass. But Rick only succeeded to poke in about a fourth of it. He then began the fucking rhythm, but it was not easy. The absence of lube made it very hard to pull out and push in the stick, thus it only added more wounds to his ass. ‘Oh, fuck! I’m getting fucked. Oh yes! Do my ass. Give me your cock, ah! Treat me like your slut, oh yes!’

    Precum started to wet the thief’s cock head. A globule of precum oozed out. ‘I’m precumming. That security guard is so hot,’ the thief thought, fixing his eyes on him. ‘Yeah, I can see that he almost cums. Man, look at his big dick. It’s throbbing with desire. And precum was dripping all over the floor.’ Actually, that thief was straight. But as a horny man, he could not help himself when he saw another man enjoying himself sexually. ‘Oh, I bet he feels so good. It seems that he’s got an anal obsession. Pervert guard,’ he gasped as he kept watching Rick.

    One of Rick’s hands reached the store’s glass display to support his body. Opening his eyes, he saw how sluttish he was in the mirror. A naked macho security guard bent over, wincing in pain, as a nightstick entered his ass in and out. That sight was so arousing and sexy. Even Rick himself could not resist it. ‘Ah, yeah, fuck me. Fuck my ass.’ Rick’s sexual fantasy was so real to him that he soon reached his climax. ‘Oh! I’m cumming. Yes, I’m cumming. Shit!’ Rick screamed in ecstasy as his cum was shot out. Spurts after spurts of thick warm man juice splashed against the window display. That guard’s body shuddered in great orgasm, his knees buckling. Shakily, his other hand still fucked his hole with the stick. Groaning, that guard milked his pulsating cock. The cum shot was weakened and turned into cum dribble. On the floor was a cum pool, dripping from Rick’s cock. He continued to groan as he abandoned himself to him horny fantasy. When it was over, Rick sighed with great satisfaction. Moaning, he pulled the nightstick out of his swollen ass. For a moment, he just stood there, leaning forward against the window display. His chest was heaving up and down, sweating profusely. Squatting down, Rick ran his tongue on the window display and licked off his own cum. He seemed enjoyed it very much.

    ‘That man is unbelievable. He cummed! Damn, he makes me horny,’ the thief whispered, looking down at his cock. The meat was throbbing wildly, demanding for its right to cum. Stroking his cock several times, the thief planned on how to get the guard for himself. He had never fucked a man before. Therefore, he would like to try it. Silently, he sneaked behind Rick. Ever so slowly, he stepped forward. Rick did not realize that a man was behind him. He was still busily licking his cum on the glass. ‘Gotcha,’ the thief yelled as he delivered a hard blow on Rick’s neck. Instantly, the macho security guard fainted! His naked body fell to the floor.

    *****

    Minutes later… ‘Oh, my head. Where am I?’ Rick finally came to, groaning in pain. His whole body was aching. Severe dizziness attacked his head. But soon he realized that he was still stark naked. When he tried to move his hands, he found himself being tied. Both of his hands were tied to his back. The same thing happened to his legs. Lying on the puddle of his own cum, Rick was very vulnerable to the real rape. Lying on his body side, he saw a pair of bare feet in front of him. Those legs were covered in thick hair, looking very manly. Bending his neck, Rick tried to get a better view of who the man was. Shocked, Rick found that man was as naked as Rick was. A hard-on was throbbing over his head, occasionally dripping precum. ‘Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Untie me.’

    Seeing that his victim had come to, the thief knelt down. Whispering in Rick’s ear, he said, ‘Don’t play saint with me. I know you’re a faggot. You don’t need fantasy to make yourself cum. I’m here. And I will make your dirty fantasy come true.’ To emphasize that he was not joking, he rubbed Rick’s erect nipples and twisted them both as hard as he could. The handsome guard instantly cried out in pain. His body bucked wildly as his nipples were quite sensitive. ‘Let’s see, how should I start it?’ Squatting in front of the helpless guard, that thief ran his callused palms all over Rick’s naked body. His hard throbbing cock hovered on Rick’s face. Once in a while, it would make brief contact with Rick’s lips, leaving precum stains. ‘Oh yeah, you sure have a nice body. It’s muscular, athletic, and hard,’ the thief commented, feeling up Rick’s body. Leaning forward, he reached for Rick’s swollen ass. Inevitably, his cock was thrust against Rick’s lips.

    Rick did not know what possessed him, but he could not resist opening his mouth and let that cock in. That hard cock buried itself deep in Rick’s wet mouth. Upon feeling that he was being sucked, the thief moaned out in pleasure. Hearing those groans spurred Rick to suck even harder. He was motivated to make that thief cum in his mouth. It had been so long since he had a cock in his mouth. Rick missed the taste of man cum. Pursing his lips, that guard exhorted all his sucking skill. Loud slurping sound echoed, mixing with the thief’s ecstatic whimpers. With his tongue, Rick licked off the cock head clean. He gulped down the precum coating and savored its taste. Rick’s naked body tingled with excitement as he missed tasting man’s precum. Wanting to get more, he sucked harder.

    ‘Oh yeah, suck my cock, you faggot. You like man’s cock, oh. Yes, suck me. Make me cum in your mouth. Oh yes!’ the thief groaned, reaching for Rick’s ass. A closer look revealed that Rick’s ass lips were puffy and wounded. Small cuts had injured them as the result of the rough penetration he did to himself. Curiously, the thief rubbed the swollen ass lips with his index finger. As soon as he touched the ass, Rick groaned out in pain. Rick’s voice vibrated through the thief’s hard cock, adding more stimulation. Thus, both of them whimpered in delight. ‘Shit! That homo really knows how to pleasure other man, and himself. What an ass. He did this to himself,’ he said to himself. Roughly, the thief inserted his finger into the battered ass. It of course sent Rick screaming, for his ass still hurt. ‘Yeah, scream for me, you faggot. No one can hear you coz the mall is closed and you’re guarding it by yourself. I can rape you and no one can stop me.’ Lying on top of Rick’s naked body, the thief comfortable thrust his hips into Rick’s mouth, while he played with Rick’s ass.

    Rick was not stupid. He could guess who that naked man was. But he longed to get raped by other men. Therefore, he did not mind being violated by the thief. Moaning out muffled screams, Rick enjoyed the rape. It reminded me of his rough year in the training academy for security guards. His body shuddered as waves of pain, radiating from his swollen ass, washed him up. Being tied up, he was helpless to control the fucking rhythm. The thief’s cock bored his mouth mercilessly, sometimes gagging him. Rick’s saliva was already mixed with a handsome amount of precum discharged from the cock head. Rick’s own cock, lying on the cold floor, was throbbing hard. A stream of precum flowed out of his cock hole, pooling up on the floor.

    ‘Suck my cock, homo. Yeah, suck me,’ the thief encouraged the security guard. Suddenly, he could sense that he was near his orgasm. After spending some minutes watching the live masturbation show, that thief had already collected his cum and had been ready to shoot. Getting oral sex from a guy clearly excited him so much, beyond words, and he was more than ready to ejaculate. ‘Oh, I’m gonna cum. Shit!’ Backing away, the thief used his might to roll Rick’s body. The security guard then lied on his back, supported by his tied hands. Rick’s leaking cock was throbbing right under the thief’s neck, begging to get sucked. ‘Here I cum. Drink my cum. Take it all. Gulp it down. Take my cum, oh! Yes, take it! Oh, yeah!’ Sinking his cock deep into the guard’s mouth, the thief ejaculated. Whimpering, he shuddered as his cock released shots of thick man cream down Rick’s throat. Gladly, the guard drank the cum hungrily. Some managed to slip out and smeared his lips. Grunting like a bull, the thief did push-up movement, drilling his cock into Rick’s mouth. His cum flowed out incessantly, as if it would never stop. But of course in the end, it did stop. Sighing relievedly, the thief pulled out his cock. Using his hand, he milked out the last drop of his cum. ‘Oh, yeah. You’re a great cocksucker,’ he commented. After wiping his cock on Rick’s chin, he got up. Looking down on Rick’s trussed up body, he sneered, ‘Wanna get fucked, too?’

    ‘Yes, please fuck me, rape my body. Use me. Fuck me, please,’ Rick begged. Not thinking clearly, all he wanted was sex. And that was his only chance to relive his rape experience. ‘Rape me, please. I want it.’ The guard’s eyes shone with lust. Moaning, he desperately wanted to take his cock and stroked it but he could not. ‘Fuck my ass, please,’ he asked again, begging earnestly.

    ‘I’m gonna rape you. Oh yes, you’ll scream for my mercy.’ Laughing mockingly at the perverted security guard, the thief came up with a perverted idea. Kneeling next to Rick, he rolled the body around. Breathing heavily, the guard got very excited as he was laid down on his stomach. His throbbing cock was pressed against the cold floor, leaking precum liquid. Rick’s ass was vulnerably exposed. Giving the butt a few hard slaps, the thief announced, ‘I’m gonna rape your ass, homo. I’ll make you scream in pain.’ Using two fingers, the thief shoved them into Rick’s battered ass. The guard screamed out as his ass was torn apart. ‘Yeah, keep screaming. let me hear it. Oh, yeah. You’re turned on, huh? What a pervert.’ Intending to humiliate the guard, that thief spat on his hole. The spit soon seeped into the puffy lips, serving as lube. ‘Do you like it, huh? I’m fucking you with my fingers. Wanna more?’ he asked, observing Rick’s reaction.

    ‘Ah, it hurts. Yes, fuck my ass. Open it up. Oh yes, do whatever you want with my ass. It’s yours,’ Rick groaned, burying his face in his elbow. During his training in the academy, Rick received many anal rape from his seniors. Thus, it explained why he was so addicted with ass rape. the more he was hurt anally, the more excited he became. ‘Fuck my ass with your fingers. Oh, yes!’ Writhing like a worm, Rick absorbed the sensation. The movement of his body indirectly massaged his cock head, stroking it to orgasm.

    ‘You wanna more, huh. Take this,’ the thief commented. Mercilessly, he slipped in the third finger in. It was not easy, but he managed to cramp it in. ‘How does it feel now, homo?’ Roughly, the thief twisted his arm. Thus, those three fingers were rotated, stretching the ass lips further. The ass lips were stretched out until they almost bled.

    Rick screamed because it hurt so much, yet it felt good. ‘Ah! Fuck my ass! Stretch it! Oh! Rape me!’ Pain overcoming him, his voice wavered as he tried to bear the pain. ‘Hurt my ass. Come on, hurt it more. Give me more pain.’

    Being challenged, the thief was determined to cause maximum pain. ‘You asked for it,’ he said. And then he plunged in the fourth and the fifth finger. When they ripped open the ass, Rick howled out in great pain. ‘You homo, take it. I’m fucking you with my fingers.’ Four of his fingers were planted in Rick’s warm rectum. The thumb only had its tip in. Pushing harder, the thief forced his hand in. ‘Take my hand. I’m ripping your ass apart!’ Spitting on the stretched ass, he added more lube to ease his hand penetration. ‘Dos it hurt? DO you like it, huh? I’m gonna hurt your ass beyond your wildest fantasy, you pervert.’

    ‘Ah!’ The security guard cried out in pain. His scream resounded through the building. The pain had overcome him, rendering him speechless. He could only cried because the pain was unbearable. The minor cuts he inflicted on himself earlier were stretched and ripped, forming larger wounds. Blood began to flow, but only in small amount. At some point, Rick almost could not bear the pain any longer. But he knew that even if he begged the thief to stop it, the thief would have never complied. ‘Oh! It hurts! Ah!’ Howling, he tried to make the best out of the worst. After all, he himself who asked for it. Bucking, he distracted his mind from the hurt. His naked body was sweating profusely owing to the pain. Like a fish, he finned helplessly as the thief continued his anal assault.

    Suddenly, the thief managed to plunge his hand into Rick’s ass. The ass lips clamped on his wrist, radiating unspeakable pain. Rick’s rectum was ravaged as it could hardly accommodate a hand in it. ‘Oh yes, it’s in. And now, feel this.’ Clenching up his fist, the thief started the real fucking session. Assuming that his fist was his cock head, he began fucking the guard’s wounded ass. ‘Yeah, take it. I’m fisting you. Your ass is mine. Yes, take it all. Scream for me, let me hear it.’ He, himself, was amazed at Rick’s ability to take his fist up the ass. Although the ass lips were badly injured, they still managed to resist the fist. But of course, they lost. The fist continued to drill in and out, stretching the lips further. He had to spit again and again to lube up Rick’s hole. ‘Take it, homo. Yeah, you fist pervert.’

    The real torture finally began. Rick screamed at the top of his lungs, his body bucking violently. He felt a giant object tear his ass apart. But as the fist worked its way in Rick’s rectum, it hit Rick’s prostate several time. Pleasurable tingles coursed down Rick’s naked body. Like morphine, it turned off each pain he felt. ‘Oh! Fuck me! Oh!’ Crying, Rick took it like a man. Back in academy, he was fisted almost weekly. He really missed the pain and the pleasure of being fisted. Groaning, he cried for the thief to drill his hole harder.

    ‘Yeah, take it. I’m gonna blow your ass up with my fist.’ Violently, the thief used his fist to punch Rick’s innards. The punching stimulated Rick’s prostate to the maximum level. Each the punch hit that small organ, Rick would become breathes, as if something heavy had fallen on his lungs. ‘Take my fist. Feel it, oh yeah!’

    And all of a sudden, Rick’s naked body shook violently. The thief was surprised to see such violent reaction. It seemed that his punches had forced Rick’s prostate to send massive orgasmic signals to Rick’s cock. Thus, the security guard reached his climax! With a loud howl, Rick groaned out his orgasm. His whole body shook and shuddered as his cock spurted cum. The thick warm jizz flowed underneath Rick’s body, smearing it. ‘Ah, yes! I’m cumming! Oh!’ Rick yelled, his head reeling with overwhelming excitement. Seeing a macho naked man cum lit up the thief’s lust once again. He, too, wanted to cum. Forcefully, he withdrew his fist out of the battered ass. The sudden withdrawal added more wounds on the ass lips, and spurred Rick to scream out again. Another massive load was discharged out of Rick’s quivering cock. He had never cummed like that ever in his entire life. That was the best. The violent stimulation on his prostate had forced all his cum to spew out. Even when no more cum was shot out, Rick’s body still shuddered from the orgasm.

    Rick’s hole was gaping open. For the moment, it lost its ability to clench up. But the thief did not care. Lying on top of Rick’s jerking body, he planted his cock into the hole. ‘Oh, yeah, now I’m fucking you with my cock.’ Thrusting his hips, he shoved his cock in and out of the warm rectum. The friction still hurt Rick, as the wounds were new. Even though the ass was quite loosened up, the thief still received maximum pleasure. He groaned when his cock head scraped against the rectum wall. ‘Oh, I finally fuck a guy’s ass. Oh, it feels great. Ah!’

    Underneath, Rick had stopped ejaculating. His body was aching all over, bathed in sweat and cum. Wincing, he took the fuck like a man. The rocking movement that the thief made had rocked his body, too. To his surprise, the thief reached his orgasm faster. Howling, that thief creamed Rick’s ass with his manly seed. ‘Oh, I’m cumming! Shit! Take my cum, slut! Oh yes! Oh!’ Screwing Rick’s ass more violently, the thief dried his balls completely. His cum was splashed into Rick’s aching rectum. The warm thick liquid somewhat soothed the pain. Grunting, he pulled out his cock out of Rick’s gaping hole and lied on his side. Looking up at the ceiling, he took deep breaths, recuperating. ‘Oh, that’ wild,’ he sighed, resting his arm on Rick’s back.

    *****

    Wincing, Rick woke up and saw traces of sunshine. It had already been morning! Helplessly, the handsome security guard could only lie on the floor as he was still trussed up. Under his body was dried up cum, sticking his body to the floor. The smell of sex was so strong. Just when Rick almost fell asleep again, he heard running steps toward him. ‘Rick! Oh man, what happened to you?’ A security guard ran over to Rick; he was Rick’s co-worker. ‘Who did this to you?’ He stared in disbelief at Rick’s tied naked body. Observing Rick, he noticed that Rick’s ass had been broken in. And he also found traces of cum on the floor and on his friend’s naked body. ‘Rick, are you ok? Talk to me, man?’ he asked worriedly. But the answer he got was surprising.

    ‘Andy, fuck my ass, please. I need to get fucked. I want more cock. More fist. Please fuck my ass,’ Rick slurred weakly. That macho guard was fine; he was just tired out. Looking up, he saw his friends handsome face. To let him know that he did mean it, Rick grabbed his friend’s cock through the trousers. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me, please.’

    ‘Alright, you stay here, ok. Help is on the way,’ his friend responded, unzipping his fly.

    END

  • Bachelor Party

    DISCLAIMER: The below story contains explicit gay sex scenes. The writer retains all rights to this story, meaning NO posting on other free or paysite websites/online groups without the writer’s permission. If you really like this story, please write to me at [email protected]


    Blindfolded, Rick laid his naked body nervously on the bed. That night was the last time he could enjoy his freedom as a single man. The next day would have been his wedding day. Thus, Thomas and Kosal, Rick’s buddies, planned to throw him a bachelor party. They did mention to him that the party would be very unique, unlike the others’. Rick honestly did not understand it, but he was glad that his friends cared about his sexual needs. ‘Come on, guys. Where’s the stripper? I want to get sucked desperately,’ Rick complained, unable to move. Both of his hands and feet were tied securely to the bed posts. ‘Guys? It’s not funny.’ The handsome white man started to get worried.

    One thing that Rick had not known was that his two best buddies had been watching him for the whole time. Both Thomas and Kosal were standing by the bed, feasting on Rick’s naked body with their lustful eyes. They were absolutely silent, not wanting Rick to know what was going on. The three of them had been friends for years ever since their freshman year in college. Rick’s naked body was displayed for them to see. The former jock did have a gorgeous body. All muscles in his body were developed very well. Even though he was in his late 20s, Rick still managed to maintain the athletic posture he had since high school. Broad pectoral muscles he had on the torso looked very inviting. Two quarter-sized brown nipples were erected, guarding the marvelous chest. The chest mounds were so athletically solid that the valley between those mounds seemed to be very narrow. Soft mat of short hair grew evenly on the torso, adding masculinity aura. Kosal almost drooled as he reached out to touch Rick’s chest. But Thomas did not let him grope Rick’s body until he thought the time was right.

    Both horny men continued to sweep their eyes across Rick’s perfect body. Rick’s six packs certainly looked very arousing. Those six blocks of muscles were very solid. In the middle of those abdominal muscles, a soft trail of body hair ran through those muscles. The trail headed for the crotch, where a jungle of pubic hair grew. It seemed that Rick had never shaved his pubic hair. Those curly hair crowned the crotch, hiding the base of Rick’s hard cock. Attached to the crotch was Rick’s magnificent fuck tool. Gaining full erection, its length reached about 6 inches. And like most modern American men, Rick had been circumcised. The reddish cock head was flaring angrily, pulsating. Traces of precum could be seen, coating his cock head, as he had been over-excited about the stripper. The liquid flowed down the throbbing shaft, heading for the balls below. Some curly hair grew scarcely on the balls skin.

    Huge tent of hard-on grew inside Thomas’ jeans. That handsome white man had been gay ever since he reached puberty. And Rick was one of the men of his dream. Unlike Rick, Thomas did not have body as athletic as Rick’s. Being one year older than Rick, Thomas possessed a tough-looking face which was adorned with sideburns and stubble. The facial hair certainly boosted up his masculinity. Silently, that horny man took off his shirt and let it fall onto the floor. Heaving, he was squeezing the obscene bulge in his trousers. Thomas’ chest comprised muscles and body fat, making it look bigger and heavier. The nipples had already been erected as the cold night air caressed their heads. Heaving, Thomas seemed to be impatient. Yet, he wanted to see Rick’s taut body flexed against the rope.

    Lewdly, Kosal leaned his bare chest against Thomas’ body as they shared their hot sexual fantasy about Rick. As an Cambodian man, Kosal had an exotic Asian face. He was named Kosal so that he would have grown into a clever man. Kosal was indeed clever, in trapping straight men to have sex with him. His perverted plan never failed. And the idea of trapping Rick was fabricated entirely by Kosal. Kosal’s muscles had just begun to develop as he just hit the gym a month ago. The light brown skin he had made all gay men in San Francisco drool over him. As he slipped his hands into Thomas’ jeans, Thomas groped Kosal’s torso with relish. The Caucasian man liked rubbing Kosal’s developing stomach. Although the abdominal muscles had not clearly shown themselves like Rick’s, Thomas thought they were quite sexy. Getting turned on, Kosal breathed hard. A hard bulge grew in his trousers.

    Carefully, they shucked the trousers off so that Rick would not know what they were doing. The tight briefs they wore were taken off, too. Two erect cut cocks were throbbing excitedly as their owners were eyeing Rick’s naked body with unbridled lust. Standing side by side, Thomas and Kosal were groping each other’s naked body. Soft moans escaped their lips as they felt lust course down their bodies. The Asian man wrapped his hand around Thomas’ dick. Sealing Thomas’ lips with his, he gave that cock some jerks. Without any sound, they kissed. The only sound that was heard in that room was Rick’s desperate protest.

    ‘Guys, come on. Where’s the stripper? I want sex,’ Rick whimpered, almost sounding desperately. Throbbing hard, his cock was frustrated. But precum still flowed out of the slit as Rick kept imagining the great sex he would have soon. But suddenly, the door was being opened. Someone stepped in. Rick could not see who it was, but he thought that it must have been the stripper. ‘Yeah, you’ve come at last. Come on, suck my cock. I want to have sex now,’ he demanded, pulling at the rope binding his feet and hands. The muscles were contracting, displaying the manly strength. ‘Oh yeah, turn me on,’ Rick spoke, squirming his bound body.

    Kneeling by the bed was Thomas. That white man, with Kosal’s help, had tricked Rick into thinking that a girl had actually come in to suck his cock. Kosal slowly sneaked behind Thomas and watched the whole thing as Thomas stuck out his tongue. Gingerly, he touched Rick’s drooling dick head with his tongue, getting a taste of his yummy precum. Immediately, a groan came from Rick. That was what he had been waiting for.

    ‘Yeah, baby. Your tongue feels so nice. Play my cock with your tongue. Yeah, I like your nasty tongue. You want my cock, huh? Suck me. Oh yes. I love it, ah,’ Rick moaned, pulling at the rope. The biceps were bulging hard, as well as the triceps. Squirming, he was trying to move his cock to tease his sucker. ‘Suck my cock. You want it, right? Yeah, make me feel good. Suck that juicer. Oh yes! That’s it. You make me hard, baby. Oh, I can’t wait to fuck you,’ he breathed, his chest heaving up and down. ‘Ah!’ he let out a deep guttural groan as his nipple head was being rubbed. Soon, the other one received the same treatment. That macho stud could only pulled at his restrain helplessly. ‘Oh, you’re touching my nipples, too. Yes! You really know how to make me horny. Oh, you’ll feel my manliness when I stick my hard cock into your body. Fuck yeah!’

    Apparently, Rick was not aware that it was Kosal who was rubbing his nipples. Standing by the bed side, the naked Asian man licked his lips while his hands lightly pinched Rick’s erect nipples. He loved to see that muscular stud writhe on the bed. Kosal’s hard cock was throbbing with desire, the head glistening with precum. ‘Oh,’ he slightly gasped, trying to muffle his groan when suddenly Thomas reached his cock. Looking down, he saw Thomas’ warm hand wrap around his dick. The callused hand formed a ring. Silently, the Cambodian guy thrust his hips forward. The dick was moving in and out, imagining itself fucking a tight ass hole. ‘Yeah, fuck,’ Kosal gasped, keeping his voice as low as he could. Shuddering with much pleasure, Kosal gave a hard pinch to Rick’s left nipple head. That sudden pinch jolted the stud’s naked body, which was soon followed by a loud groan. Kosal tried his best no to grope Rick’s naked body although he did want that.

    Producing loud slurping noises, Thomas utilized his lips to bring pleasure. Forming a tight ring, his lips were forced to massage Rick’s manhood. Thomas’ head was bobbing up and down the shaft as his mouth sucked that meat. Rick’s cock tasted rather salty because it was full with precum. The more Thomas sucked his friend’s cock, the more precum he got. To balance himself, Thomas held onto Kosal’s pulsating fuck tool. While his other hand was used to jack himself off. That white man clearly enjoyed Rick’s dick. The pleasure as expressed on his handsome face. Heaving, Thomas’ lungs pumped out a series of warm breath. The breath was blown against Rick’s crotch. So far, the stud still believed that a girl was blowing his dick.

    ‘Fuck yeah! I love your sluttish mouth,’ Rick groaned. ‘Suck my cock, bitch. It wants your hot mouth. And it wants to be in you. I’m gonna fuck you afterward. You’ll be fucked so hard that you’ll faint. Oh I must release my fucking loads. You’ve made me so wet even before I got naked. Ah yes! I love sex! Oh yes!’ Sweat beads began to appear on his naked muscular body. Although the room was not that hot, Rick had already burnt with desire. He was in great heat. The rope secured his body, not allowing him to move. Rick could only thrash his head and squirmed his body as he relished the oral service. ‘Oh yes! Keep sucking. Yeah, take my cock deeper into your fucking mouth. Make me groan. Yeah, suck my dick. Oh fuck! I want your mouth, oh,’ Rick slurred, surrendering his body to the worldly pleasure.

    Running one of his hand on Thomas’ bare back, Kosal gave himself up to the lust. His rock-hard fuck tool was throbbing in Thomas’ stroking hand. Precum flowed out of its slit and smeared the hand. That liquid did make the cock rather slippery to the touch. For several times, Thomas’ hand almost slipped off, not being able to get a good grip on Kosal’s manhood. ‘Oh! Yeah!’ Kosal moaned softly, wincing with great pleasure. Whenever the pleasure attacked him, Kosal would channel it to Thomas by squeeze his back. Dirty fantasy was rolling in the Cambodian man’s head, envisioning Rick as a fuck slut. As Kosal’s dick kept oozing out precum, it made sloppy noises when it passed through Thomas’ clenched fist repeatedly.

    By that time, Rick’s cock had been oozing profusely. Thomas was almost choked as the precum suddenly blocked his throat. Yet, Rick did not care for anything, but his ejaculation. Breathing hard, he warned about the impending orgasm. ‘Ah! I’m gonna cum. Oh yeah, I’m gonna shoot my manly cum in your throat. Ah! Yeah, I can feel it coming. Don’t worry, I still have plenty of cum for you. I’m a very virile man, I’m gonna fuck you right after I shoot. You’ll be impressed by my manliness, ah!’ The sturdy frame of Rick’s was shuddering, more powerfully. It was an obvious sign that he was going to explode.

    Throwing a grin, Kosal prepared himself to take off Rick’s blindfold. That was his plan all along: to watch Rick’s shocked expression as he shot his sperms down his male best friend’s throat. That Asian man was not interested in Rick’s nipples anymore. Instead, he used the tip of his finger to explore Rick’s massive torso. Lightly, he ran his finger across the bare chest. The finger left a trail of itchy-like sensation that shook Rick’s naked body. The groom-to-be could only groan desperately, torn apart in his wildest sexual pleasure. Groaning, Kosal winced when Thomas’ blunt nail accidentally scraped his slimy dick head. The Cambodian man bucked violently, very shocked. His guttural groan almost alerted Rick.

    Thomas’ lips were vacuuming the meat with stronger force. Exerting all the strength left, his cheek muscles worked hard to pump Rick’s cum out. Saliva ran down the shaft, dampening Rick’s pubic hair. The liquid flowed down to the balls. Thomas knew that Rick was about to ejaculate in any second. Rick’s salty precum had filled up Thomas’ mouth in handsome amount. The dick head throbbed harder as it almost reached the point of no return. Its head size swelled slightly. Thomas’ tongue was busily rubbing the glaring head up and down, trying to coax the cum out. Like volcano, Rick’s dick head shook, ready to erupt.

    All of a sudden, the macho stud was yelling frantically. ‘I’m gonna cum! It’s coming! I’m cumming! Oh! Fuck!’ Right at that moment, Kosal reached for the blindfold and pushed it upward. Rick’s eyes could see everything. And what he saw was so shocking that he just wanted to scream as loudly as he could. ‘Ah! Fuck!’ The sight of Thomas’ sucking his ejaculating dick was very gross. But Rick could not postpone his ejaculation as his cock had already cummed. ‘Fuck! Oh! I’m cumming! Ah!’ Pulling against the restraint, Rick’s muscles contracted. Every muscles in his body was bulging angrily, looking as if they were about to burst. Huge gobs of thick man cream were shot into Thomas’ sucking mouth. Greedily, that man gulped down Rick’s cum without spilling it. Repeatedly, the man milk was squirted. Rick was helplessly bucking his naked body as Thomas wrung out his cock.

    A part of Rick felt indescribable disgust, knowing that his cock rested in another man’s mouth. But he could not deny that Thomas did know how to suck cock. Rick had never received such a terrific blow job. Thus, he forced himself to enjoy the rest of his orgasm before it ended. ‘Ah, fuck! Drink my cum, Thomas! Fuck you, faggot! Take it all! Oh!’ All muscles underwent violent spasm as he filled his friend’s mouth with fresh supply of cum. The wooden bed was shaking when Rick squirmed his naked body brutally. Rope was biting into his arms, leaving reddish mark. With a howling yell, Rick emptied his balls. ‘Ah, fuck! Yes! Oh yes!’ The stud continued to groan until the last drop of his cum left his throbbing dick. ‘Oh,’ he sighed, looking very tired. For a minute, he took the time to recuperate. His athletic sweaty chest was heaving up and down. As he turned his head, he saw Kosal standing by the bed. Rick was too upset to say anything; he did not like it at all.

    ‘You have such a nice body, Rick,’ Kosal said, wiping a hand across Rick’s massive pectorals. The stud squirmed when his chest was touched like that, showing disgust on his face. But Kosal did not care about that. He knew that Rick was very helpless, and was at their mercy. ‘We both have been lusting after you since college, you know,’ Kosal continued, sensually twirling his index finger around Rick’s nipple. ‘Now it’s the time to make our horny fantasy come true. We both are gonna make love to you. We’ll show you a whole new meaning of sexual pleasure.’ With that, Kosal bent his body down and brought his lips closer to Rick’s. One of Kosal’s hands was still groping Rick’s chest, feeling its hardness.

    Terrified, Rick tried to avoid the kiss but Kosal’s hand had held Rick’s head in place. There was no way that he could escape the gay kiss. ‘Let me go! It’s not funny!’ Rick protested, trying to fight Kosal’s hand with his neck. At time like that, he wished he hadn’t been tied. As the lips got closer to his, Rick grew more panicky. ‘Stop it! I’m not homo like you! No, please don’t kiss me! Ah!’ But Kosal of course paid no attention to the pleading. Determinedly, he landed his slobbering lips and forced a deep wet passionate kiss. Bucking his body angrily, Rick could not stop the queer kiss. As the Cambodian man squeezed Rick’s jaw, Rick had no choice but to open his mouth painfully. At that moment, Kosal quickly slipped in his tongue. Rick was nauseated, disgusted by man-to-man French kiss. The muscular stud tried to scream but he could only produce muffled moan.

    ‘At last, I can make love to your cock,’ Thomas said, loud enough so that Rick could hear it. Sensually, he was rubbing Rick’s thighs with his callused palms. ‘I like your cock. It’s big and juicy. Oh, I envy your wife-to-be, I wish I were her. I’d be happy if you could fuck me with that big dick of yours every day. Oh, fuck, Rick! I want you,’ he said, crawling up to the bed. Thomas’ hard dick was throbbing excitedly, drooling precum. When his hands swept across Rick’s hairy legs, Thomas’ body shook with desire. He knew for sure that he wanted Rick. Lewdly, one of his hands traced the leg. It kept going up until it reached Rick’s crotch. ‘I miss this cock,’ he said, groping Rick’s limp cummy cock. Without any hesitation, Thomas stuck out his tongue and bathed Rick’s cock with his drool. The tongue was dancing on the sensitive dick head, licking up the cum remains.

    Tied securely to the bed posts, Rick could only groan out helplessly as his two best friends molested him. Disgust filled him up as Kosal’s tongue was roaming his mouth. The Cambodian man seemed to enjoy the kiss. Kosal’s hands were running on Rick’s sweaty body, squeezing and pinching it. Rick still tried to free himself, struggling as ferociously as he could, but the rope was too strong. When the kiss ended, Rick was so nauseated that he almost vomited. The macho man did realize that he could not escape the ordeal. Looking down, he noticed that Thomas was stroking his limp dick. In seconds, the dick rose to full erection despite its previous ejaculation. Thomas and Kosal gazed at the throbbing meat, amazed at Rick’s virility.

    ‘No! What are you doing? No, don’t do that!’ Rick protested worriedly as Thomas assumed sitting position. Carefully, Thomas gripped Rick’s pulsating dick and aimed it at Thomas’ clenching ass hole. ‘Ah, no! I don’t wanna fuck your ass. Stop it!’ Rick yelled helplessly. The thought of having sex with a man turned him off. But he could not figure out why Thomas managed to erect his cock. Rick’s head was reeling with confusion. ‘Ah!’ he moaned as his dick head was pressing against Thomas’ anal ring. Rick could do nothing when Thomas smeared his ass hole thoroughly with Rick’s cum-coated glans. Grunting, the athletic man surrendered himself when Thomas sat down on his fuck tool. ‘Oh! My cock is entering your faggot ass! Oh!’ Rick yelled, thrashing his head.

    ‘Yes! Ah! I love your big cock, Rick!’ Thomas grunted, his eyes flashing with lust. Spreading his legs, the horny white man lowered down his body so that Rick’s cock would break into his ass. His face was contorting, showing mixed expression of both pain and pleasure. Slowly, Thomas squatted down. Both of his hands were reached out, holding onto Rick’s muscular stomach. ‘Fuck yeah! Oh! Give me your cock! I want it! Oh, Rick! Fuck my ass! You won’t regret it, ah! My as sis so tight. Your cock will cum in gallons. Yes, slide it in. Oh!’ Throwing his head back, Thomas gradually sank himself down, inch by inch. The clenching ass lips slowly gave way to Rick’s dick as they were pushed inward. Both men groaned out lustfully. ‘Oh! Shove your cock in, Rick! Oh! I love it, yeah!’ Thomas whimpered. And suddenly, the dick head was in. ‘Ah!’ Thomas groaned, feeling as if his hole had been torn apart. Although Thomas was not a virgin anymore. being fucked by Rick’s big dick still brought some pain.

    Upon being squeezed by such a tight hole, Rick could not deny that he liked it. Rick’s sweaty muscular body flexed again as he endured the penetration process. ‘Oh fuck! Your hole is too tight, ah! I’ve never fucked a very tight hole like yours. Ah, it’s squeezing my dick head. Oh!’ Rick groaned, squirming. The cum layering his dick served as lube, easing up the penetration as the meat moved inward. ‘Oh!’ Rick whimpered, his eye balls rolling upward. ‘Fuck yeah, it feels so good. Ah!’ At that point, he had decided to stop resisting and let Thomas fuck himself. ‘Fuck yes! Fuck yourself on my cock, Thomas. Oh, show me how much you want my dick, faggot!’ Whimpering, Rick tried to push his hips upward. When the sensitive dick head brushed against Thomas’ insides, Rick would cry out with great pleasure. His dick was surrounded by indescribable warmth. Its shaft was squeezed hard, as if Thomas’ ass would not want to let it go. Throbbing, Rick’s dick exuded a pearly gob of precum inside Thomas’ ass. The dick continued to crawl in until Rick’s thighs slapped against Thomas’ ass. ‘Oh! What a tight ass. Oh, faggot!’ Rick stared at Thomas with equal lust on his face.

    Panting, Thomas was sitting on Rick’s laps. His legs were spread apart. Thomas’ dripping dick was pulsating in front of Rick lasciviously. That white man moaned as he reached for his own nipple. ‘Yeah, fuck me, Rick. I’m your faggot slut. Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this for years. Yeah, fuck my ass, Rick. Fuck!’ Working his legs, Thomas lifted his body up. The movement caused Rick’s cock to slip out of the clenching hole. ‘Oh!’ Thomas groaned with pleasure, enjoying the friction inside his ass. But before Rick’s cock escaped, Thomas quickly lowered his body down. Thus, the cock was sheathed inside him. ‘Yes! Oh! Fuck my ass!’ The rhythm continued, as Thomas rigorously fucked himself. His short brown hair was dampened, sweat beading up his handsome face. ‘Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes!’

    Enjoying his first gay sex, Rick was lying on his bed. His rock-hard chest was heaving up and down, pumping fresh air. More sweat was produced, soaking up his naked body. The beads of sweat dropped onto the bed and drenched the mattress. ‘Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Yes! I’m fucking your ass, fagot! Oh! You’re made to be fucked, queer! And I’m screwing your man cunt. Yeah! Oh!’ groaned Rick, fisting his tied hands. Pulling vainly against the rope, Rick let the queer pleasure course down his body. If he had known that fucking a guy’s ass would feel that good, he would have done it long time ago. ‘Yeah, fuck you, Thomas! You’re a fucking faggot! Oh! I love your homo ass! Yes, fuck yourself! Impale your ass on my big dick, oh! Fuck!’

    Kosal definitely wanted to try Rick’s body. After all, Rick was tied up because of his idea. Stroking his own erect cock, the Cambodian guy brought it to Rick’s lips. ‘Yeah, you’re so handsome, Rick. I should have done this long time ago,’ he said, inhaling deep breath. With that, he, too, crawled up the bed. Straddling Rick’s trussed body, Kosal knelt on the bed. The weight of his body made the mattress sunk. Rick’s torso was between Kosal’s legs. A hard dick was dangling right in front of Rick’s face, emanating nauseating precum smell. Lustfully, Kosal enjoyed Rick’s handsome face and imagined him sucking his pecker. Placing his hand on Rick’s sweating face, Kosal wiped off the beads of sweat. At the same time, he was rubbing that face sensually. ‘Suck my dick, Rick,’ the Cambodian man said. The response he received was a shocked expression from Rick. But Kosal did not want to give in. ‘Come on, open your mouth and let me in,’ he added, rubbing the slimy dick head on Rick’s lips. The panting white man could taste the saltiness of another man’s precum as he accidentally licked his lips. Getting impatient, Kosal reached for Rick’s nipple head and twisted it as hard as he could.

    ‘Ah!’ Rick yelled out painfully. His mouth was opened as wide as he could. The pain was unbearable, Rick’s body squirming violently. Seeing the perfect opportunity, Kosal quickly inserted his drooling dick into Rick’s gaping mouth. That stud could not reject it. A feeling of nausea invaded him as the acrid precumming dick made contact with his tongue. It was the first time ever that Rick tasted precum; he hadn’t even tasted his own yet. The texture of precum was like snot, and Rick did not like it at all. Before Rick could think of any way to escape the ordeal, Kosal threatened him. Still receiving pleasure form fucking Thomas, Rick was torn apart between lust and disgust. Kosal’s snotty precum kept filling Rick’s mouth. It seemed that the Cambodian guy was about to cum. Humiliated, Rick could not stop the raping of his mouth.

    ‘Suck it like lollypop. Come on, don’t make me mad. Suck my Asian dick. Lots of white gay men love to have sex with an Asian like me. Work your cheek muscles and begin sucking,’ Kosal instructed, pulling at Rick’s short damp hair. Thrusting his dick into Rick’s mouth, Kosal almost gagged him. ‘Oh yes! Suck my dick, Rick!’ he moaned, holding onto Rick’s head. ‘Take my cock. Taste the true taste of manliness. Yeah, cum is good for you. Oh!’ The perverted Asian man continued to use Rick’s mouth for his sexual pleasure. But he had to deliver a hard slap on Rick’s cheek as that guy hadn’t started sucking. ‘Start sucking my cock, slut! Suck it hard. And watch your teeth. I’m gonna hit you if you mess things up.’

    Bound, Rick could not do anything but to comply. Clumsily, he began to suck the throbbing cock in his mouth. Loud slurping sounds resounded as he did his bets to please Kosal. Tears almost flowed down Rick’s handsome, out of humiliation. He felt so degraded, lost to two gay men. Rick’s technique of sucking was very disappointing. But Kosal did not mind, because he had been quite excited just by seeing Rick service his drooling manhood. Roughly, Rick’s head was being manhandled. The Cambodian guy used the head to control the suction. Pumping the mouth with his precum, Kosal was determined to break Rick down and turn him into a fuck slut.

    With a cock stuck in his mouth, Rick could not say anything. The only sound that came from his mouth was slurping sound. Saliva mixed with precum seeped out of the corner of his lips. The macho man was helpless when Kosal molested his mouth. Confused, Rick started to feel something strange stir in him. The disgust that he had earlier had slowly faded away. Somehow, he started to like the taste of precum. The more he licked it, the more he liked it. Emitting muffled groans, Rick was maneuvering his tongue around Thomas’ knob. Although his sucking technique still hadn’t improved, he had shown Thomas that he liked cock. As he played his tongue on the dripping dick, he obtained a generous supply of precum.

    Thomas was still bouncing up and down Rick’s manhood. Grinning, he congratulated Kosal for his success in converting Rick into homosexuality. There was still one more process that Rick had to undergo, but not until all of them reached their climax. ‘Oh, fuck! Fuck my ass, Rick! Fuck me,’ Thomas kept groaning. His voice was vibrating as the result of his body’s bouncing up and down. Thomas’ hard dick was waving about, splattering precum stains all over Rick’s sweaty body. ‘Yes! Oh give me that cock! Oh, shit! I want you so much, Rick! Oh!’ Still babbling, the horny white man reached for his own dick and gave it a few hard strokes. ‘Ah yeah! My cock is so wet now. I think I’m gonna shoot. Oh!’ he warned, sensing that his orgasm was approaching.

    Hearing that Thomas was about to shoot out his manly seed, Kosal groaned that he, too, was about to reach the point of no return. ‘Yes, fuck! I’m gonna cum, too. I’ve been saving this load for Rick. Yeah, keep sucking my dick, Ricky,’ Kosal said, looking down upon the macho straight man. Bending down, the Cambodian man maintained authoritative eye contact with Rick to show him who was the boss. ‘Yeah, I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill your mouth with my man milk. And you must drink it all down. Don’t spill any of it.’ And suddenly, the Asian man’s body stiffened. His face was contorting with much pleasure. Grabbing Rick’s head, he was yelling, ‘Here I cum! Take my cum, slut! Oh, take it!’ Mercilessly, the Cambodian man thrust his dick forward. His manhood was driven in, almost hitting the back of Rick’s throat. At that exact moment, the cock erupted in a series of strong spurts.

    Thick cum was squirted into Rick’s unprepared mouth. As the first shot hit his tongue, a strong bitter taste hit him. The taste was very horrible. Rick felt as if he was drinking the water from the laundry. Frantically, he tired to vomit it out but he had no chance. Kosal’s dick had filled his mouth completely, leaving no space. Perforce, Rick had to gulp down the man cream. And he had to do it hurriedly because more cum shots flooded his mouth. No matter how fast he tried to drink it, some cum was spilled out. It flowed out from his lips corner. Rick’s Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down as he took in all the acrid seminal liquid. Meanwhile, Kosal kept convulsing as he poured out his manly loads into Rick’s hungry mouth. A loud groan ended the whole ejaculation. The tired naked man pulled his dick out, leaving Rick’s mouth gaping open. Sitting on Rick’s muscular body, Kosal rested to regain his strength. Kosal’s torso was heaving as drops of sweat flowed down his naked body.

    Reeling with lust, Rick was intoxicated by the taste of cum. The ecstasy his cock received made him get lost in his sexual orientation. All of a sudden, Rick was truly aroused to see two naked men in front of him. His dick in Thomas’ ass throbbed harder and more violently. Coming from no where, a great pressure pushed his man juice out of the urethra. Rick was cumming! ‘Ah! I’m fucking cumming! Oh! I’m gonna fill your ass with my cum, Thomas Fuck yes! Take my man juice! Oh!’ True to his words, Rick did cum right after he finished saying that. Thick globules of cum jetted into Thomas’ insides. The creamy juice was splattered against Thomas’ bowels wall. But Thomas did not stop pumping his ass with Rick’s spurting cock. Instead, he increased the speed. It drove Rick over the edge and somehow prolonged his orgasm a few seconds longer.

    Producing deep guttural groans, the muscular man shook with great force. Never had he underwent orgasmic seizure like that. His whole body was tingling with ecstasy. Still spurting, his dick vomited its second load for that night. Rick helplessly pulled at the rope that bound his arms and legs. taken over by orgasm, his body was bucking hard. Yet, Thomas and Kosal managed to steady it down by their body weight. Wailing like a hurt wolf, Rick enjoyed his greatest climax. Rivulets of sweat ran down his body. The naked body was glistening, displaying the obvious outline of its muscles. Kosal was smiling to himself, satisfied to se his plan worked.

    While Rick had not finished cumming, Thomas finally reached his climax. The impaled white man’s body started to jerk violently. His ass muscles were squeezing Rick’s spurting dick head. ‘Oh! Yes, I’m cumming, too! Ah yes! Fuck! Oh fuck my ass! Yeah!’ Uncontrollably, Thomas’ dick hosed Rick’s body with gooey white liquid. Some of the liquid splattered Kosal’s back, too, as that Cambodian man was sitting on top of Rick with his back facing Thomas. Still bouncing his body, Thomas moaned like a slut in heat. Milking the head, he forced his man cream to shoot out over and over again. Thomas’ stomach contracted hard, gathering energy to squirt out the rest of the cum. Small sweat beads clinging onto his body was splashed to various directions as the body jerked frantically. The moans continued until no cum flowed out. Panting, Thomas leaned his worn-out body against Kosal’s back.

    *****

    Morning came but Rick still lay lazily on the bed. His naked body was no longer tied up. Lying on the bed, he was sandwiched between Thomas and Kosal’s naked bodies. Cum stains were on their bodies, drying up into cum cracks. The clock on the wall had shown that it was almost 9 AM. But Rick chose to stay with his best friends. He suddenly realized that he belonged to Kosal and Thomas. Embracing Kosal from behind, Rick continued his sleep.

    END

  • Wrong Choice

    It was the wrong choice of swimwear, and I was headed back to the guest room to rectify that, when the cause of it all stopped me in the hallway. The new owner of our company had invited me to his country place for a weekend to discuss some details of a project we were working on, and it turned out there was a pool party included. But, not knowing that, I hadn’t brought my suit. I had assumed this would be all business. So there I was, having to pick out a loaner suit from Thad, my boss, and I’d picked the wrong one. The choice really was between a pretty skimpy Speedo and something that looked like boxer silks. I’d rejected the boxers because they didn’t come with a supporter, and I was afraid that all I’d have to do was go into the pool and I’d come out showing everyone everything. I didn’t think this was the right impression to be making on the new owner of my company. Turns out that wouldn’t have been a real problem, because Thad had only invited men to this party but, then, I didn’t know that when I put the suit on.

    Thad, counter to everyone else, had come to the party decked out in a gladiator costume. His great pecs were crossed and highlighted with leather straps, the waistband of a short pleated skirt thing dipped well below his navel in front, and there were leather wrist shields and sandals with leather straps winding up his calves. Thad was a heavily muscled hunk and I’d about spill my seed in meetings with him for the three weeks he’d been on board, but this Roman costume, which showed off curly chest hair I’d never seen before to match the curly dark hair on his head and the curls showing above the waistband of his skirt really was too much. My interest was just too obvious when all I had on was that Speedo. So, I was heading back down the hall to put those boxers on over the Speedo when I nearly ran into Thad himself heading up the hall.

    As I was about to pass him in the corridor with no more than a smile, he put one arm against the wall in front of me, and the other hand came out to stop me. Unfortunately, it came out at a pretty low level, and there I was, trying to take care of the start of a hard on for my boss, with my boss standing close to me with the palm of his hand spread out on my lower belly.

    ‘Here you are, Tim,’ he said in a casual voice. ‘I saw you outside, but then you were gone, and I wanted to talk to you about an idea I had on the Robinson project.’

    I tried to remain nonplussed and to at least appear more attentive to what he was saying than to the growing tenting out of the Speedo between my legs, but I wasn’t doing a very good job of it. I could feel my engorging cock, which really was too big for a Speedo in the first place, pulling the hem of the suit down beyond my pubic hair line. It must have been my imagination, but I got the sensation that Thad’s hand had moved down farther as well.

    ‘But you’re not completely with me here, are you Tim?’ Thad was saying as I snapped back into the conversation.

    ‘Well, no, Mr. Stevenson, not actually. There was something I needed to do back in my room, and I’m afraid I was focused on that.’

    ‘It’s Thad to you, Tim, . . . and that something you needed to do wouldn’t have to do with this very interesting hard on you’ve got, would it?’ That was another thrilling thing we’d all learned about Thad at work. He was very direct.

    I mumbled something that even I didn’t understand.

    ‘Because if it’s got to do with this hard on, I think I could help you with that. I’d really like to do that. Would you like me to do that, Tim?’

    I mumbled in confusion and consternation some more. He had turned my back into the wall with that tantalizing hand on my belly and still had the other arm against the wall to prevent me bolting in the direction in which I had been going.

    ‘I’ll tell you what, Tim. I’ll do a little fast inventory, and anytime I’m doing something you don’t want, just let me know and we’ll go on about our business as if this never happened. If I like the goods and you’re interested, we can just slip into my bedroom right here for a few moments of mutual entertainment. Is that OK with you, Tim?’

    My mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and my cock was rising at the very thought of this totally unexpected turn of events. I mumbled something incomprehensible again.’

    ‘I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?’ Thad said, and he moved his hand until it loosely covered my tented package. My knees wanted to give, but I braced them by moving my pelvis forward, which Thad took as an affirmative sign.

    ‘Ah, is that your yes, Tim?’

    ‘Yes, I guess so,’ I managed to whisper.

    He moved his hand back up on my lower belly but only so that he could then work his fingers under the waistband of my Speedo. He moved straight down to my balls and weighed them in his hand and then came back up to my cock and measured the length of that. I heard the intake of his breath.

    ‘My God, you’re a stud, Tim. Just as I’d hoped. Is this your full hard?’

    ‘No, I don’t think so,’ I replied in a low voice. That disconcerting direct approach again.

    ‘Any objection on going behind this door here for a short while?’

    ‘No . . . No . . . But won’t your guests . . . ?’

    ‘Fuck my guests, Tim. My guests know how to amuse themselves in my absence for short or long periods. My pool guy might come looking for me, but that wouldn’t be a problem either. So, here we go then.’ With that, he removed his right hand from my crotch and opened the door that was beside us and ushered me through with his other arm. He didn’t let me actually move any distance into the room, though. As we went through the door, he closed it firmly behind us and just turned my back to the wall beside the door.

    ‘You don’t have any trouble with fast reloading at your age, do you?’

    What a strange question, but I didn’t, so I simply answered. ‘No, no problems. Rather quick, actually.’

    ‘I thought so. You obviously keep in great shape. I only ask because I’ve ached for you from the first day, and I need to start with a quickie unless that would spoil the fun for what I have planned later.’

    ‘Ached for me?’ I asked weakly. If only he knew how close I was to being able to say the same thing about him.

    ‘Yes, ached for you. Ached for you to have a good package, and you’re triple A there. And, if so, ached to have you in me in my mouth and up my ass. Am I being direct enough with you? Am I clearing up any confusion you might have about the latitude you have with the boss?’

    ‘Yes, . . . Thad,’ I said weakly.

    ‘The only thing is that the first time, I am completely in charge. Understand? If there’s a next time, we can share the direction more. Understand?’

    ‘Yes, Thad.’

    ‘Can I kiss you now?’

    ‘Yes, Thad.’ Upon which, he took both of my arms by the wrist and raised them over my head and leaned in and gave me a lip lock that very clearly supported his claim to have ached for me. Holding my wrists in place with his left hand, he then lowered his right hand and quickly and very expertly examined my arms and my torso and traveled down to my lower belly and around to my firm, round butt cheeks, pushing the Speedo down below my buttocks. He briefly had his finger on my asshole, measuring the pucker there, and then, with his hand under the rim of the Speedo, he moved around to my crotch, and my dong popped out of the suit. He wrapped his hand around my cock and started to gently stroke and pump it. I cooperated by groaning for him appropriately. His left hand started traveling down my arm, and I lowered my arms, thinking I’d do some exploring on him, but he quickly pushed my arms back up, so I kept them over my head. This stretched my torso out nicely for his exploration. He pulled away from the kiss and my mouth and continued his kissing down the side of my neck, around to under my chin and then to my pecs and nipples. He fairly quickly descended to my sternum and abs, dwelling for a bit in kissing the cleft of my belly, tonguing my naval, and letting his left hand play some follow-up on my nipples and armpits.

    This seemed to be a man on a short-deadline mission, though. He didn’t spend long anywhere, but his visit would be fondly remembered everywhere he’d been. He quickly exchanged his hand wrap around my cock with his mouth. He did some quick preliminary work there, seeing how hard he could make me and being pleased with the results. He had pulled my Speedo down and off my legs and had cupped one hand on a butt cheek and had that other hand in that tantalizing place across my belly. Some quick work on my shaft and then he came up for air.

    ‘Very nice. Very nice, indeed. You were right. You weren’t nearly as hard as you could get yet. Now turn and take that stance they talk about in cop shows.’

    I turned around, facing the wall, arms above my head and splayed out, steadying me, and my legs spread apart. He almost brutally forced my butt cheeks apart with his hands and buried his face in my butt crack. He was tonguing and kissing my ass, rimming me and pushing in with his tongue and generally slobbering and making me all wet and slippery. I began to pant and moan and writhing a bit in my stance, which only excited him and increased the pleasure of the motion for both of us.

    ‘Now, turn again. Quickly, turn now.’ When I turned, I saw that he had pulled his own dong out of the thong he was wearing under that skirt and had been pumping himself as he tongued me. I started to say I wanted to help him with that, but Thad obviously had an agenda and a close deadline. He positioned himself on his knees in front of my right leg and a little off angle from me, but very close into me.

    ‘Your right leg. Over my left shoulder.’ I did as he directed, and he snaked his left arm up behind my waist and held my hip to him. During the rest of the operation, my own hands moved around along the wall and to his head and back in an effort to maintain my balance in the face of increasingly rubbery legs. He took my dick back into his mouth and he started pumping, first with short strokes going half way down the shaft and then with deeper throating. Off and on his tongue did a job on my glans and piss slit. I moaned in appreciation and did some minor gyrating with my pelvis. Very quickly his right hand went between my legs, and, with the heel of his hand behind my balls, his middle finger moved to and into my asshole.

    ‘Uh, Thad, I don’t know if . . .’ But he ignored me, and the finger went in smoothly enough because of the water work he’d done on it earlier, which both caused it to loosen and had lubricated it enough for me to accommodate his finger without much pain. He finger slid right in up the sphincter muscle, which accepted it, sucked it in, and helped the pad of the finger land squarely on my prostate gland. I gave a little lurch and yelp. Thad’s only response was to plop my dick out of his mouth and my balls into his mouth. He was gently rubbing and applying pressure to the prostate and sucking and extending my balls and thus was working on the root of my semen production plant from both outside and inside. I moaned and twisted and thumped my shoulders against the wall, and panted and begged for relief, but he held me firmly in place at the hip.

    Very shortly, waves of pleasure, something that went beyond the normal jacking off and lasting longer, started to flash through my pelvis. I felt like I had to piss, but then that changed to the sensation of precum oozing out of my cock. Thad took that as a signal, and, without giving my prostate relief, he swallowed my cock to the root again and began brutally and furiously sucking me off.

    I hadn’t utterly failed to defend against this full-scale attack very long before I huskily warned him, ‘Oh, God, Thad, I think I’m about to blow. You’d better pull off now.’

    I knew he heard me, but he wasn’t having any of that and in short order, I came, sending the semen he had helped produce down his throat. He pulled out then, gave a little cough and, releasing my right leg from his shoulder and allowing me to take my full weight on the ground, quickly kissed his way back up to my mouth. His finger came out of my asshole with a squishy little pop when he could no longer hold it there on his kissing and tonguing journey up my body.

    After a deep kiss, he said, ‘That was great. Now we can take it more slowly. The urgency of the wait is gone now. You are one sweet stud. I knew I was right about you.’ He took me by the hand and led me over to a gigantic bed and told me to lay on my front on the middle of it.

    ‘I figure about a fifteen-minute timeout should do it,’ he said, and then he scurried around above and beside me on his knees in the bed and began massaging my aching muscles, from my heels and my tense calf and thigh muscles to my back and shoulders and biceps and arms. This alone probably took the fifteen minutes.

    ‘Turn over,’ he said. ‘Ah. Beginning to come back to life already, I see.’

    My half hard on was flopping around on my belly. Before he had finished massaging my feet, toes, belly, abs, pecs, neck muscles and temples, though, my flag was back at full staff. As he had leaned over me, I had played with his pecs and abs through the tantalizing straps across his torso and had gone under the skirt and ripped his thong away by snapping the strings on either side. He had given me a big smile and a longing look with his eyes when I had done that and had sighed and moaned when I latched onto a pretty big and quite hard penis. While he was fussing around with the rest of my frontal massage, I did what I could to keep hold of his rod. He crawled over to a nightstand and came back with some lubricant and a condom.

    He rolled the condom onto my tool, took a big gob of the lubricant in his hand, handed the tube to me, and knelt above me, his butt facing me and his knees close in on my sides. ‘Here, lather me up, while I take care of this monster cock,’ he said. So, while he rubbed the lubricant up and down my sheathed pole, I spread his butt cheeks and lubricated his hole, around the rim and in a good bit, leaving a good-sized gob to be pushed farther into the hole by, I strongly suspected, me. I also took hold of that skirt on either side of his waist and just ripped it down and off him. When that was done, he moved his butt down, positioned his asshole right above my shaft and started working on descending on me. I was squirming.

    ‘Hold still,’ he said. ‘Hands above head and legs spread.’ I did as he directed, and he continued to work his butt down into the hollow of my belly. When he had accomplished this, he did a little pumping, but not for long. He then did something that astonished me. He laid back on me full length, his arms extended on top of mine, his hands holding my wrists in place, and his legs stretched out on top of mine. He moved his butt up off my pelvis and a little way farther up my belly and then whispered. ‘Fuck me. Pump me.’ I found that, with a little effort from my butt muscles, I could do that and that the new sensation was quite pleasurable. He was tighter inside now than he had been when he impaled himself. I would have reached around him and stroked his cock for him, but he had me in a wrist hold above my head again.

    That’s when and where the pool guy found us. I was later to learn that the pool guy was also the driver guy and the gardener guy and that the much to the driving he did was into Thad’s ass and that one of the gardens he was assigned to plow was Thad regularly. His was a light black guy with handsome Jamaican features. Lean, but well muscled in the pecs, washboard abs, and bulbous butt. Ropy arteries stood out on his pecs and arms. He was wearing a wild-colored cousin to those boxer silks I should have worn, and I saw that they would not have solved my problem, because as soon as the pool guy came upon Thad and me on Thad’s bed, his trunks began to tent out awesomely at the crotch and the waistband in front was pulled down to where I could see a very formidable cock.

    ‘Ah, Clem,’ Thad announced calmly. ‘Perhaps you could join us. My dick seems to be in the need of attention.’

    Without need for a written invitation, Clem grinned and dropped his trou. I thought I might faint. His cock must have been a good ten inches engorged, and, although not thin, its length kept it from appearing to be too fat. It rose up in a little curve near the business end. He wasn’t circumcised and he hadn’t filled out yet enough for his helmet to burst forth, but I could see evidence of a pinkish mushroom cap. The contrast in color between the cap and the cock brought your attention right directly to the business end of the pool boy.

    Clem quickly joined us in bed. He straddled Thad in a 69 position and started working on face fucking his cock. Thad did the same for Clem, but I was also available at that angle and must admit that Thad shared Clem with me. No way I was going to swallow that whole, though, I thought. I can’t even image burying it in my ass. All this time I was fucking Thad for a while and then resting for a while.

    ‘Ah, I see what you doin’, Mon,’ Clem spoke, and I felt fingers going to my ass. ‘And I see a tube of sex goo right here, very near,’ he went on to say. I felt the coldness of the lubricant as Clem lathered up my hole.

    ‘No, please,’ I said weakly. Clem’s only answer was to stand up on the bed, his feet close in at Thad’s and my sides, roll a condom on his rod with great difficulty, and hover there over us, a big grin on his face and his dong looking like a rigid telephone pole. He started lathering up his rod, and I lost all interest in fucking Thad.

    ‘Well, now, I haven’t given you a big island welcome to our house yet, Mon. I’ll take care of that right now.’ He back-peddled down to beyond Thad’s and my midsections. I felt my butt cheeks rise as he sled his knees below us, my cheeks resting on his well-muscled thighs. He fingered my ass for a bit with long, thin, sensuous fingers, while I moaned and quietly begged him not to carry through with this. I struggled to bring my arms down, but Thad held me in a strong grip. He also had gotten his ankles wrapped around mine, so that I couldn’t move them any distance. Then I felt the head of Clem’s dick at my hole and he pushed in a good two inches. I moaned and twitched my dick around in Thad’s ass, which made him moan as well.

    And then I felt both my legs and Thad’s being lifted and wish-boned out and then Clem started the long slide into me. I felt this descent had gone on for several minutes and that he must be nearing my stomach. He did a little languid pumping there, and the sensation of his uncut foreskin through the ultrathin and stretched sheath against my ass channel walls was quite new and pleasant. Even if he hadn’t declared himself, I might have called this fucking style the ‘Jamaican Welcome.’ He slowly pulled his rod out with a sucking sensation and then came back in just to where he could feel my prostate with his bulbous now-extended mushroom cap.

    He rubbed that with his dick head until I came inside Thad in the peaceful release of flowing semen into the expanded bulb of the condom, after which Clem slowly went deep again and fucked me slowly and deeply with that loose-skin feel for several minutes before giving a series of little lurches that told me that the Jamaican Welcome had been achieved, upon which, with a grunt and a sigh and Clem had collapsed on top of Thad and me.

    When we had caught our breaths, Thad bounded up off the bed, headed for the door, and told Clem and me to meet him at the shallow end of the pool. With a sigh, I struggled off the bed and hobbled toward the door in a rather bowlegged gait, with the aid of Clem’s spread hands on my butt cheeks. I was beginning to realize that my new boss was going to be a real taskmaster.


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  • Aarons Dad

    I met Aaron at college when we were both 17. Now 3 years later Aaron had grown into a 20 year old where as i looked about 16. We had both had girlfriends but i did enjoy looking at gay pics on the web though i had never acted on it for real. Aarons parent were cool, really outgoing and fun. Aarons dad was always messing about and teasing us about girls. I never thought anything of it when he would rub my leg and tease me about some girl i liked.

    One day i was in their garden waiting for Aaron. We were going on a run so i was bending over the wall stretching when his dad came up behind me. I felt some hands on my waist pulling me towards him and then i felt him pushing against me simulating sex in a playful way. I was sure i could feel his cock pressing against me. He made a joke as he walked away but from that day i saw him in a different way. I noticed more that he would be looking at me in a strange but nice way. I made more effort to try and be bent over whenever i was around him without making it look too obvious.

    He didn’t make any moves like that for weeks then one sunday i was over at Aarons having a swim. Aaron went inside to watch some tv and me and his dad stayed in the pool ‘you boys got any girls in tow yet?’ he asked. When i said no he started his teasing and we started play fighting. He got out of the pool to get his drink so i followed. I bent over near to him to get my towel. It seemed like ages and i was just about to get up when i felt his hands on me. He pulled me to him and started grinding up and down. I could definately feel his cock was semi hard which made me start to get hard. I just stayed there pretending to laugh. He started calling me his dirty little slut which got me rock hard then he stopped and slapped my arse hard before gently rubbing it with both hands.

    Again i stayed there then he moved away and walked towards the pool. As he got into the water i could see the bulge in his trunks so i decided to turn and walk to the pool so he could see my trunks bulging too. He watched transfixed as i walked to the pool edge and jumped in. He swam over to me and put his hand down to my hard cock ‘my dirty little slut is horny then’ he said looking me straight in the eye. I smiled and nodded, i had never felt like this before and wanted to kiss him right there and then. ‘Dad, moms on the phone’ Aaron called. He moved his hand off my cock and left the pool as Aaron got in. I desperately tried to hide my hard on from my best friend espsecially as it was caused by his dad!!

    For the next few weeks we never got any time alone to see if anything would develop. The closest i came to contact was a few slaps on my arse or a gentle squeeze. I was climbing the walls when i got the perfect opportunity. Aaron was into wrestling and his dad was his main coach so i decided to get into it myself..

  • The Glory Days

    This story is quite a cute one and just shows how sometimes luck can slap you in the face.

    A warm Summer day in the town of Dunfermline about 12 miles from Edinburgh. Yes, contrary to popular belief, there are warm Summer days! I was in town on business and had an appointment to see a customer. The town was busy so I parked in one of the larger car parks just short of the town centre. As I left the car park, I spotted an older gay guy I knew walking towards me. This guy had an attraction to “chickens” as we called the younger lads. Whether he would be a paedophile by today’s standards I don’t know. It just didn’t seem to be a problem in those days somehow and I don’t think he pursued children anyway. However, I mustn’t digress.

    Somehow, though I looked up and prepared to nod to him, he didn’t see me so I walked on. It was blisteringly hot and my suit was uncomfortably warm. As I passed him, I noticed a young teenager walking behind him. He was extremely attractive and was acting slightly odd because, when the guy I knew stopped to do something, so did the lad. I was a little early for my appointment so realising that the predator was being hunted by the prey, decided to turn around and follow. They both headed back into the car park at which point the older guy climbed into his car and drove away.

    “Ah” thought I, “A randy lad and no older guy to help him. Opportunity knocks!”

    I took a few moments to look around ensuring no one was watching me and turned back to……nothing! He had disappeared!

    “Shit,” I thought.

    The only possible answer was the nearby entrance to Pittencreiff Park which was a beautiful park and glen in the middle of town. It also had a few interesting toilets. By now I was running late for my appointment. I decided to run to my appointment, get it over with quickly and head into the park.

    As luck would have it, the person I had to see was busy and had prepared everything I had to discuss so the deal was struck in 15 minutes. I dashed back to the car, left my briefcase, took off my jacket and tie and headed for the park. A search of the toilets revealed nothing. I looked everywhere even a second toilet block but still found nothing.

    As I gave up and headed back to the car, just near the entrance was the teenage vision of beauty lying on the grass looking around him. I sat nearby. Never having been much of a hunter, I presumed that having seen him in action earlier, all I had to do was sit down and look sweetly at him and he would come over and that would be it.

    Well I sat, and he sat, and I sat. I looked at him and he looked back. I can’t begin to tell you how long this went on but I presume close to an hour. I realised that I was going to have to develop quick hunting techniques or I was going to lose this lad. I ventured over and introduced myself.

    “Mind if I join you,” I said?

    “No problem,” he replied.

    Well we talked about the weather, football, life in the town, me – everything.

    Two hours had passed and no remote suggestion of sex. I was beginning to get bored.

    I thought, “OK it’s bull by the horns time.”

    “Did you know the guy you were following earlier?”

    “What guy?”

    “The guy you were following when I saw you a couple of hours ago.”

    “I wasn’t following anyone.”

    “Don’t be shy.” “As he was gay I presume you were hoping to get him to wank you or even more.” “Are you gay too?”

    “No.”

    “But you were following this guy.”

    “No, I just arrived in town before you sat beside me.”

    “And you aren’t looking for a nice man.”

    “No I wasn’t.”

    “Shit, I’m really sorry.”

    It was then I realised that stunningly attractive though this lad was, it wasn’t the one I saw earlier. I had sat down beside a completely innocent teenager and proceeded to seduce him. He looked at me with a smile.

    “Don’t go, I might be interested.”

    “But you said…….”

    “No I have never done anything with anyone but I think I might be interested.”

    I couldn’t believe this. Here was a lad of probably 16 or 17 and a complete virgin, saying he wanted me to have sex with him. The real problem was that by now, my afternoon had gone and I had to get home – and so did he.

    I made a date for the following day when I knew I could drive him to my flat about 40 minutes away and said my goodbyes.

    As I waited the following day, I half expected his parents to come round the corner with him but he came alone.

    We drove back to my flat as he asked me 100 questions about what we should do and would he like it.

    We got to the flat and entered. He shocked me by grabbing me behind the door and kissing me on the lips. That was a surprise. I gently removed his t-shirt to reveal a nicely formed and hairless chest. His two nipples were large and brown, standing on end as I stroked his chest. I pulled off my shirt and seemed like a giant to him. I pressed the front of his trousers to feel a stiff rod pushing to escape. It wasn’t the only one.

    I unzipped his jeans and let them fall. He stood there in just his “Mummy bought these for Christmas” blue briefs with an obscene erection forcing its way out. I pulled them down. I would like to say he had 12 inches of throbbing meat but that would be lying. His cock sprung out. It was about 6 inches and ended with an upward angle of 45 degrees. The foreskin had slipped slightly back to reveal the tip of a pink glans. The slit was leaking clear liquid in drops. I bent down and popped the whole cock in my mouth while caressing his balls. His pubic hair was clustered round the top of his cock with a few hairs on his balls. As I sucked, he gasped. I think it came as a shock to find a man sucking on his cock. I led him to the bedroom and finished his stripping so that he was lying completely naked on the bed. I slipped my trousers off and then revealed my cock to him. My 7 inches impressed him and as I stood at the side of the bed, he leaned over and examined my cock and balls. Tentatively, his lips touched the tip, then his tongue. Within a few minutes and with a little training he was sucking ever so gently up and down.

    I withdrew my cock and lay on the bed beside him caressing his smooth pale body. His cock strained upwards and jumped every time I got near to it. Whether by natural instinct or desire, his fingers cupped my balls and then slipped further round and I found the tip of his index finger pressing my hole.

    “Is that ok,” he asked.

    “Oh yes,” I replied.

    Though I am always top, I enjoyed the perversion of this slight and timid young man playing a slightly active role. He became bolder so to help him, I turned over to offer him my rear. He seemed to enjoy the stroking and fingering, then pushing his hands round to cup my balls from the rear. He started to hump my rear and I found myself asking him if he wanted to go further. I had only been fucked twice in my life but for some reason, the thought of this tender body on top of my larger frame excited me.

    I found some lubricant and put it on both his cock head and my hole. Condoms were still not a necessity. His cock slipped in and was surprisingly painless. He grabbed my hips with both hands and then started to really thrust. His small balls were pummelling against my buttocks. I raised myself onto all fours and he really got going. It didn’t last long and I felt the warm squirt of his cum pumping into my arse as his animal-like screams told me he was having the orgasm of his life. He pulled out and lay back.

    “Want me to cum now,” I asked?

    “No, give me a minute, I want to cum again,” he replied.

    Within the space of five minutes, I had persuaded him to quickly clean the lubricant off his cock and position himself at my head facing my feet. His balls resting lightly on my forehead and his cock rising back up to full strength. He started to stroke as I took my own cock in hand. When he came, I wished I had seen the initial one as the copious volume of thin light milky cum sprayed on my face, mouth, chin and chest. I figured there was about 5 or 6 jets as I shot my supply straight up the full length of my body and hit him with a shock on his chest where it trickled back down to his cock.

    The whole session had taken about 40 minutes but it had been exciting and intense. As we regained our breath, he had no guilt whatsoever. We lay and talked and he asked if we could do it again – which we did.

    However at the end of that session, he announced he was going to Aberdeen University in the Autumn. I kept his number and had an interesting meet with him during the following Winter. I called him to say I was staying in a hotel in Aberdeen, did he want to meet. He was a little vague but eventually asked me to meet him near the Halls of Residence in a pub. When I got there, he was sitting with another guy and two girls. He introduced them and one of the girls was his girlfriend. He sat close to her holding hands and she was obviously in love with him.

    I went up for a round of drinks and he followed me and said he felt he owed me an explanation and asked me to go along with whatever he said. Returning to the table, he kissed his girlfriend and said he had to give me something from his room at the Halls and I was going to be leaving soon so could they all wait and he would be 15 minutes. We left and walked the short distance to the Halls where he took me to his small room. As soon as we were inside, he pulled down his trousers and unbuttoned mine. His cock was as rigid as I remembered it.

    “Suck me off,” he begged.

    Now I am not much of a fan for swallowing cum though I don’t mind someone cumming in my mouth, but I dropped quickly to my knees and started to suck his beautiful prick. I fingered his hole and cupped his balls as the cock pushed rigidly into my mouth. The skin slid back an forth and within about 6 or 7 minutes, I felt that familiar pumping within it. I was not prepared for the fountain that hit me. This was what the fresh first-time load must have been like when he fucked me. It was difficult to count but there were at least 8 jets and the liquid was so thin that retaining it in my mouth was not an option. It squirted straight down my throat, over my tongue and when I tried to pull back, all over my face. Even when I thought it had finished and started to withdraw, two more squirts hit me on the face and ran thinly down my cheek. My load took seconds as you might expect. The taste was surprisingly sweet and without that thick creamy texture that often makes me gag, went over my throat as though I did this for a living.

    It had been quick but it had been more that I dared expect. We mopped up and as we left the quarters, his girlfriend was climbing the stairs looking for him. I had a rush of jealousy but at least I had had my quota and as I left and she went into the room, I had a feeling she would be getting the balance.

    I didn’t ever see him again despite a couple of telephone calls. In the last one he was talking of getting engaged. I wondered if I was going to be his only male experience. Somehow I doubted it.


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  • Dark Angel

    The call had come in the late afternoon, and I stood shivering on the small porch of the run-down little bungalow, even though the sun was still burning hotly. The Dark Angel opened the door, and, when I started for the stairs to the basement on my own, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me toward the back of the house instead.

    We entered what must have been his bedroom. The first thing I saw was the large wire dog’s cage in the corner and a chill went down my spine. I wasn’t fond of dogs and someone like the Dark Angel was sure to have a large, mean brute of one. Then I saw the bed. Just a double bed, but then I saw rising up from the sides, near the foot of the bed, what looked like two metal shepherd’s hooks. I saw that cuffs on short chains were attached to the top of the hooks and that what looked like a wide band of black leather sling was also attached there and hung down between the hooks.

    The Dark Angel wasted no time in getting into the session. He stripped me down and cuffed my hands to the tops of the hooks and made me kneel on the bed, pointed toward the headboard. My chest rested on and was supported by the band of leather. He quickly prepared my ass for his cock, came down onto the bed with his knees, and was soon buried deep inside me and driving my ass walls wild with that Prince Albert cock ring of his. This was what I liked. This was what I came here for his luscious cock pumping me hard.

    Shortly into the fuck, he came off the bed onto his feet and lifted my legs and swung them out, holding them to his hips. I was suspended in air now, my chest straining against the leather sling, and he was pumping my ass hard and deep, swinging me forward and pulling his cock back and then ramming me deep as he pulled my body back toward his.

    I was sure he was going to finish me like this; I wanted him to finish me like this, but he suddenly stopped fucking me. I could tell he was close to blowing, but he stopped. He uncuffed me and told me I’d better go take a piss, that maybe it would be a while before I’d be able to do that again. With a great sense of foreboding, I went into the small bathroom off of the bedroom and did my best to evacuate myself.

    When I returned, I saw that he was sitting on the end of the bed an had the ball stretcher he had used on me in the last session down in his basement in one hand and the case containing the set of sounding wands in the other. I moaned as soon as I saw them and involuntarily turned toward the bedroom door, wanting to escape. But I knew there was no escape from him.

    ‘Come here,’ he commanded.

    I hesitated.

    ‘I said come here, now,’ he repeated in a low growl.

    I slowly walked over to him and he pulled me to him, spun me around, and sat me in his lap. I cried out in pain, as he forced my ass down hard on his engorged cock. I was once more skewered to his lap. I involuntarily lurched as he got the ball stretcher snapped between the root of my cock and the pulled-tight balls again. This time he cuffed my wrists, my arms spread out wide, on the hook apparatuses at either side. After he’d bounced me up and down on his cock for a few minutes and punished my ass walls with his ringed cock, he spread his legs wide and then lifted my legs out even wider on top of them and told me to lay back into his chest. When I was a little slow in doing that, he reached down with one hand and squeezed my balls and pinched my nipples with the other hand and told me he was going to continue doing so until I settled down. I fought through the pain and settled as well as I could under the circumstance.

    I whimpered as I heard the sounding wand case being unzipped. Out came a wand a size larger than he had last used on me. I lay as still as I could as it slowly entered my piss slit and worked its way deep down my urethra. When it was in a good eight inches, the Dark Angel slowly rotated it about and moved it back and forth, nudging my piss canal to widen. He was humming again now, in his own zone of pleasure. He held the rod there deep inside me for a minute or more and then he turned his face down to me and, as I knew he expected, I met his mouth in a kiss. He was slowly pulling the wand out as he kissed me deeply, possessing my mouth, not permitting me to cry out.

    He pulled his mouth away from me and selected the next thicker sounding wand.

    ‘Auggh! Ahhhh,’ I did cry out now as this one traveled through my piss canal. The wands seemed impossibly thick now. He was humming loudly. I was afraid I was beginning to hyperventilate and was panting with shallow breaths, trying to hold my pelvis perfectly still.

    I wanted to pass out and think I almost did as the fourth wand entered me. I was just collapsed against the Dark Angel’s chest now, fully spent, every nerve of my body tuned to that thick, thick rod teasing my piss canal to spread wide as it invade deep inside me. I felt I as close to coming, but I was too weak to do anything about it.

    And then the Dark Angel was pulling the wand out. And he must have felt me close to orgasm, as was he. When the tip of the wand exited, he squeezed my balls and I and he ejaculated at the same time, me in a profusion of cream just flowing out of my beleaguered piss slit and he deep inside my ass.

    I thought the ordeal was over then. He was passionately kissing me, and I thought he had had enough. When he disengaged, I just lay my head back on his shoulder and stared at the ceiling, wondering what came next fearing what may come next.

    I felt cold steel at my piss slit again, and I jerked my head down in surprise. I was just in time to see the full length of the four-inch swordlike metal rod as the Dark Angel pushed it into the widened piss slit all the way to the hilt. There was a metal ring attached to the hilt by a short chain, and he proceeded to force the head of my cock through this and push it to the rim, where the head met the shaft.

    ‘This is a penis plug,’ the Dark Angel explained. ‘You will wear this until I take it out of you. And I wouldn’t even think of trying to piss with it in; you would not like the result.’

    I knew better than to ask him why he was doing this to me. I knew it was all about dominating me the most intimate form of domination and me accepting that without question. The longer I took to surrender to him fully to his satisfaction, the more of this I would have to endure.

    ‘And these are weights,’ he went on to say, showing me tiny black cylinders. ‘These are going on the ball stretcher to ensure your balls distend nicely.’

    After attaching these to the stretcher and listening to me moan for a minute at being stretched like this, he told me to kneel down on the floor and grab my ankles with my hands. When I had done so, he cuffed the wrist and ankle together on either side and frog marched me over to the cage. I was whimpering again as he put me in the cage, hunched over on my haunches. I now knew what kind of dog he had; it was me.

    He left me there for I don’t know how long, as the shadows lengthened and the light in the room dimmed.

    At length I heard voices in the front of the house men’s voices and an increasing number of them. The Dark Angel was having a party.

    After a while, he came back into the room, beer in hand, still naked and his cock at full attention, and released me from the cage, the cuffs, the penis plug, the ball stretcher. He told me I could and should take a leak in the bathroom, which I sorely needed to do and that I should take a quick shower as well. I was all cramped up and could hardly stand, but I shuffled straight for the bathroom and for relief.

    When I emerged from the bathroom, the party had been moved to the bedroom. Seven hulking biker types in addition to the Dark Angel, were spread out around the room, waiting for me to appear. They all were naked. And they were all muscle men, except that a few had a bit of a beer belly. They whistled and gave cat calls when they saw me, all apparently half drunk, and I was passed around the men for the next three hours.

    They all fucked me at least once, and some of them more than once. All of them were rough with me, but some were rougher than others. The Dark Angel just stood back and let me be banged time and time again. Some attached me to the hook apparatus and fucked me either from the rear or missionary style with my legs opened wide and cuffed to the stakes. Once in the latter case, I also had a guy sitting on my chest and feeding his cock into my mouth. A black dude wanted to wrestle, and, at first, wrestled me to a 69 position and then, when I had sucked him big on the Dark Angel’s command, wrestled me to where he was covering my back close and pistoning his heavy dick down into me. Another guy had the nifty idea of stuffing me back in the cage and fucking me through the wire sides. He had a thin cock that just managed that.

    Although the Dark Angel himself had started barebacking me two sessions previously, he apparently had insisted that all his guests had to wear condoms, which they did, and then just rolled them off and threw them on the floor when they were done. One smart aleck took it upon himself to ring out the count as each one hit the floor. I stopped listening to the count and gave up hope after the eighth one myself.

    All the time the Dark Angel was standing nearby, watching me closely, and I fully understood this was some sort of testing of my surrender to him. So, I endured it, and just let them manhandle and manipulate me like I was a rag doll, a docile rag doll with a well-fucked hole.

    The apparent height of the evening for these dudes was when one produced the latest toy he had found. It looked like just a few interlaced small plastic tubes with a long plastic strip to me. But then, as a burly guy got behind me on the bed and got me in a full Nelson while my legs were cuffed up and out wide to the metal crooks, I realized it wasn’t just a simple little collection of plastic tubes. At the base was a ring, similar in size and function, I was soon to find out to the base of the penis plug I had been forced to wear. He took my penis in his hand and pushed the head through the ring until it fit tightly at the rim of the head. There was an attachment in this that came over the glans and pushed down into the now-enlarged piss slit. I could see that this had an electrode on it, and for the first time, I began to squirm and raise objections all of which the men in attendance thoroughly enjoyed.

    There was another, bigger ring at the other end of the plastic line attached to this devise, and now the dude, who had the biggest and thickest cock of all of the Dark Angel’s guests and who hadn’t fucked me up to this point, brought his cock close to mine and pushed his cock through the ring. There now was little give, about nine inches, perhaps, in the line attaching his cock to mine.

    I soon learned what this toy would do, as with the guy behind me still hold my arms and torso captive and all of the other guests huddled around and licking their chops, my assaulter rolled on a condom and then fed that big cock into me and began to stroke me. When his cock bottomed out in my asshole, the line pulled tight and set off the electrode in my piss slit, so that with each deep ramming, a small electric shock buzzed through my penis.

    Not only was the hulking biker big and thick, he also was an endurance fucker, and I had almost passed out from the rhythmic electrical shocking before he had shot his load inside me.

    When they at lest had done with me and tromped out of the bedroom in search of more beer, I lay totally exhausted and spread-eagled on the bed. I was shivering and trembling and probably would have been sobbing if I had had the energy to do so.

    But the Dark Angel was still there. He came down on the bed and replaced the penis plug and then pulled me to the floor and hog-tie cuffed me again and dragged me back to the cage through a pile of used condoms.

    When the Dark Angel returned to the bedroom hours later, after his last guest had departed, there was no energy left in me at all indeed, I had been just a quaking blob huddled in a wire cage for some time.

    He let me out of the cage and removed all of the cuffs and the penis plug from me and let me use the bathroom, and then, when I returned, he hooked my legs back up to the apparatus and fucked me to his release. All the time he was humming.

    He turned tender then, my having, I would guess, passed his domination test. We showered together, me being so weak that he had to hold me up and run the washcloth over me. And then he took me to the other bedroom, one not littered with the evidence of my ravishment, and took me into his bed, hugging me tight to him and quickly going to sleep.

    I, however, didn’t sleep for hours, regardless of how exhausted I was. For the longest time, I lay there with a phrase going over and over in my mind, a phrase that I couldn’t even begin to understand: When he calls, I will come.


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  • Cross My Heart

    The following story is complete fiction. It didn’t happen. If you don’t like reading gay sex stories or aren’t allowed to for legal reasons, then don’t. If you do like to and can, go for it. This story is copyrighted February, 2001 by the author. It may be posted to other FREE websites as long as my name and email address are included and no changes are made. A courtesy email to let me know you plan to post to another website would be appreciated. Thanks!! 


    Eric burst into his apartment causing the front door to slam against and bounce off the wall, and practically threw his briefcase across the room. ‘Fucking, lying, silicone slut!’ he yelled to no one in particular while the door slammed closed. Good thing – no one else was there. He tore off his suit coat and slammed it to the floor. ‘Stupid bitch can’t even sign her own name unless someone shows her how!’ His tie flew somewhere across the room; shoes sailing somewhere else. ‘If she’d use her fucking brain even half as much as she uses that stinking pussy she might be worth something!’ He poured himself a drink at his bar and gulped it down in one swallow, then poured another… ‘But I doubt it…shit!’ he yelled as he yanked his shirt open; buttons bouncing across the hardwood floor. The shirt ended up across the bar while his t-shirt landed on the floor behind the bar. He kicked his pants off as he poured himself a third drink then stomped across the room and almost threw himself on his sofa, now down to his underwear, and kicked the coffee table away.

    Obviously Eric was a tad miffed. At 29 he was a middle manager in his company and was up for a promotion to senior management. Today he learned he’d lost the promotion to a co-worker (A co-worker whom one would think he didn’t much care for). He gulped down his third straight drink and almost broke the glass slamming it down on the coffee table. He went to his treadmill and started it up at a full run. Soon the sweat was pouring off his body.

    ‘Not one fucking brain cell in that head!’ he told himself. ‘All the bitch did was fuck her way to the top! Fucking cunts always whining about equal rights. If things were equal I should be able to fuck my way to the top, too!’ He turned off the treadmill and headed into the bathroom. He stripped off his underwear while he turned the shower on full blast and stepped under the spray. He started soaping himself down, and when he started to soap his dick he thought of Trev.

    Yeah! That’s what he’d do! He’d go see his best fuck buddy, Trev. Trev always made him feel good. Not just for the moment, or just to bend over for him, but to take care of him and calm him down and make him feel good about himself and send his head up in the clouds.

    Trevor was a year younger than Eric. They’d been best friends since elementary school. They grew up together and discovered together that they were gay, popped each other’s cherries, and became fuck buddies ’til the end. One would think they would have ended up in an officially committed relationship but things happen as they usually did. They didn’t break up or anything but they ended up going to different colleges after high school. Trevor graduated and came back home while Eric stayed in school to earn his masters, so they were apart for several years. When Eric did come home he and Trevor got jobs in different parts of the city. They lived in a big city and wound up living at opposite ends of it, so going to see each other took a bit of planning and was at least an overnighter. They stayed best friends, and even though they both met and fucked around with other guys they remained loyal fuck buddies.

    Eric stepped out of the shower, toweled off quickly, stayed naked and went into his bedroom. He dialed Trevor’s number and got his voice mail. No surprise there but this time he decided against leaving a message, and chose to just drive on over to Trevor’s house with a bottle of wine under his arm, a thong under his jeans, a smile under seductively raised eyebrows, and surprise his buddy. Whether or not Trevor was home wasn’t an issue as both had keys to each other’s apartments. Eric figured he’d surprise Trevor by lying in his bed wearing just the thong and his smile.

    During the drive through the city Eric contemplated his situation. The senior partners in his firm were obviously straight as arrows and it was well known around the executive washroom what went on in their offices with their girlfriends after hours. The office Christmas parties were legendary in hushed circles; especially since wives were never in attendance. Once a few years ago someone tried to blow the whistle on the goings on there. That someone now lives in a different city and refuses to talk about it. Everything was legal and all, but all the employees knew who the bosses were and knew better than to try to make waves.

    That was the wall Eric had to penetrate. He was sure the bitch who got promoted was a token. Someone to break the glass ceiling and be put on display. In an effort to prove that the firm practiced equal opportunity more qualified male applicants were passed over. Eric wasn’t the only one passed over but that cunt was the only female in the running, and another mystery was how she even got in the running in the first place. But then maybe it was a mystery only to those who; unlike Eric, didn’t work late hours trying to get ahead and heard the noises coming from the top floor offices at night.

    An hour later Eric parked his car in the lot of Trevor’s complex. He let himself in the entrance and buzzed Trevor’s apartment. No answer except from Trevor’s machine. Eric smiled and went on in and up to the 5th floor. At the door to Trevor’s apartment he rang the bell again in case Trevor was there after all. Still no answer so he let himself in.

    He left his shoes and socks by the door. Then he left his jacket on the floor. A few feet more and his shirt hit the floor. Soon there was a trail of clothes on the floor leading to Trevor’s bedroom for him to see when he got home. He’d know it was Eric and that Eric would be waiting for him in the bedroom.

    But at the door to Trevor’s bedroom Eric heard a noise and stopped cold. The door was cracked open and Eric definitely heard a swishing kind of noise coming from the bedroom. ‘Oh no!’ Eric thought. ‘He’s got a guy in there! That’s why he ignored the buzzer and the bell. He’s probably on his back with some guy’s cock stuffed up his ass. What the hell do I do now?!?’ Eric didn’t care that Trevor had some other stud in his bed. They both knew that each other fucked around with different guys and were both cool with it. Hell, sometimes they’d managed a 3 and even a 4 way before, but it was always kind of planned. This time Trevor had no idea Eric was coming over and Eric didn’t feel comfortable at all just walking in on them.

    Eric wondered how long it would take him to tip toe back through the apartment, put his clothes back on, and get the hell out of there. He could go back outside, use his cell phone to call Trevor again, and leave a message that he was in the neighborhood and wanted to come over. Trevor would hear that and either pick up for sure or call him right back; especially to beg a rain check if he wanted to be alone with the guy. But one more thing was nagging at the back of Eric’s head – – – – who was the guy? What did he look like?

    Eric decided to sneak a peek into the bedroom. Should be safe. Unless Trevor re-arranged the furniture all Eric would see would be Trevor’s feet up in the air and the guy’s butt humping up and down anyway.

    Knowing that most people who hear a noise at a door will instinctively look toward the height they would expect to see a face, Eric got down on his hands and knees with his face near the floor. When he peeked around the door his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. It was a girl! A girl!!! She had a pair of headphones on, and was dancing around with her back to Eric; her short dress swishing around.

    Eric almost threw himself out of the way, spun around and wound up sitting with his back up against the wall, his knees practically framing his face, and the cock that was getting hard a moment ago hanging limp out the side of the thong. ‘Omigod!’ Eric thought. ‘It’s a girl! He’s got a fucking girl in there!’ Then his expression changed to reflect his confusion. ‘What’d he do that for?’ Eric brought his hands up to his face, his eyes wide as saucers, staring at nothing in particular. ‘What the hell is going on here?’ he asked himself. ‘Is Trev bi? No! Trev’s not bi. If he was bi, I’d know and I know he’s not bi! So what the fuck is he doing with a girl? Is he experimenting? Nah, he wouldn’t go that far! I know he didn’t go straight. Oh no! What if he joined one of those ‘We Can Change’ brainwashing groups, and they told him to go fuck a girl?’ Finally it occurred to Eric that he was sitting on the floor next to his best friend’s bedroom, who didn’t know he was there, and he was almost naked except for a thong that wasn’t covering a damn thing anymore, and there was a girl in his buddy’s bedroom. Eric lunged forward and ended up crawling on his hands and knees towards the front door, snatching up articles of clothing along the way. His only thought at that point was just to get the fuck out of there before he got caught.

    He even had his hand on the door knob before it further occurred to him that he would fare much better out in the hallway if he put his clothes back on before he left the apartment. So he ducked around the corner into the kitchen and kicked his legs into his pants. He stuffed his socks into his pocket and jammed his feet into his shoes. He stuffed his t-shirt into his jacket pocket, all the while glancing in the direction of the bedroom; trying to think of what he could possibly say if one of them walked out of the bedroom and found him. After a second thought he decided to hell with the shirt and just put his jacket on over his bare chest and stuffed his shirt into the other jacket pocket. With one last look towards the bedroom he tip toed very quickly to the door, wrenched it open, almost fell out into the hallway, shut the door behind him, and leaned against the wall gulping in air as if he’d just run a few miles.

    ‘Are you allright, sir?’ a voice asked. Eric looked to his side to see a couple of women who had stopped several feet away down the hallway and were eying him strangely. They’d obviously seen him explode out of Trevor’s door and he couldn’t imagine what they must be thinking.

    Eric nodded at them. ‘FINE!’ he blurted out, ‘I’m, uh,……..I’m fine. Thanks. I’m fine, really.’ He could only think to keep nodding at them. They glanced at each other. ‘No no, I’m fine, really I am….thank you….I’m just in a hurry, that’s all,’ he said, and then thought to start walking down the hallway as though he really was in a hurry. When he passed them they both instinctively moved against the far wall while keeping their eyes on him. Finally they both gave him a quick smile and nod, and continued on down the hallway – quickly. Eric kept walking to the elevator and pressed the button. He heard the ladies’ keys rattle in their doorway. Then he heard them giggle and rolled his eyes.

    The elevator doors slid open. The back wall of the elevator was mirrored and suddenly Eric saw what scared the girls. Good thing no one else was in the elevator. He looked at himself in the mirror. His jacket was open showing his bare chest, while his shirt was hanging half out of one of his jacket pockets with his t-shirt sticking out of the other pocket, and his fly was open. ‘Awww shit!’ he thought. While he was zipping things up and stuffing the rest of other things into his pockets the elevator doors closed again and the elevator went down without him and he had to press the button again.

    He looked down the hallway at Trevor’s door again. ‘Shit!’, he thought. ‘What am I so fucking scared about? Trev’s my best friend. Hell, we just had a wild fuck last weekend! If anything was going on he’d tell me. So what if he has a girl in there? He’d just introduce us and give me some kind of signal if he wanted to be alone with her. But why would he want to do that?’ So Eric walked back down the hallway.

    He listened at Trevor’s door and heard some dishes rattling in the kitchen. He pushed the button and rang the bell again. ‘Coming!’ he heard Trevor’s voice call. ‘Good,’ he thought. ‘Trev will open the door himself.’ But when the door opened, Trevor wasn’t the one standing there – it was the girl. The first thought that flashed through Eric’s head was that the girl looked a lot like Trevor’s sister since the resemblance was striking, but it didn’t occur to him that Trev’s sister was several years older than Trevor and didn’t look like this the last time Eric saw her. She looked at Eric and shock swept over her face.

    ‘Hi,’ Eric said quickly. He wondered why she looked upset. ‘I’m Eric, Trevor’s friend. Is he here?’ She only stood back while Eric entered. ‘Hey, Trev!’ Eric called into the apartment. ‘Where are ya, buddy?’

    The dejected sounding voice came from behind him. ‘I’m here, Eric.’ Eric stopped in mid stride. ‘Wait,’ he thought. ‘How’d he get behind me?’ He thought maybe Trevor was behind the girl and he just didn’t notice him. But when he turned around she was the only one there.

    ‘Whaa…..what?’ Eric stammered.

    She shrugged her shoulders and looked down. Then she sighed deeply and said without looking at Eric, ‘It’s me, Eric.’

    Eric only stared. His mouth slowly dropped open as he realized he was talking to his best buddy, who he thought he knew inside and out. She was him! ‘Omigod!’ was all Eric could mutter. ‘Oh my fucking God!….Trev? Is that really you?’

    Now Trevor turned his made up eyes to Eric. He just shrugged again. ‘Yeah, Eric. It’s really me. I…I didn’t know you were coming.’

    ‘Yeah,’ Eric said. ‘I guess you didn’t.’ Eric didn’t look for a chair but just leaned against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. He didn’t take his eyes off Trevor. ‘Trev….you’re going to a masquerade party…..aren’t you?’

    Trevor looked this way and that as if he was trying to decide something then took a deep breath and looked Eric in the eye. ‘I was going out, yeah.’

    ‘But not to a masquerade party,’ Eric asked without making it a question.

    ‘No, not really.’

    ‘Then where?’

    Another shrug. ‘A bar.’

    ‘A bar!?!’ Eric’s eyes widened. ‘A bar?!? You mean you’re going out to a drag bar?’

    ‘Well, yeah,’ Trevor said. ‘That’s usually where you go when you dress up in drag.’ He tried to sound confident – challenging even – but his voice still had a little quiver, his eyes desperately pleading. ‘I didn’t know you were coming, Eric.’

    Suddenly Eric’s face broke into a smile. He let his head fall back until it touched the wall. ‘Wow!’ he hollered, then started snickering.

    Trevor shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable as hell. ‘Look, Eric…’ he stammered, ‘you weren’t supposed to know…I mean….I should have told you, but….’

    ‘Heeeeey…’ Eric said as he stood up. He walked up to Trevor, cupped his face in both hands and looked him in the eye. ‘Boyfriend! How could you keep secrets from your best buddy?’

    That brought a smile to Trevor’s face but he still only shrugged. His eyes started to mist over. ‘I…well I…,’ a tear rolled down his cheek, ‘I didn’t want you to get pissed and never talk to me again!’ he cried. ‘You were my only friend. The only guy I could talk to, ever!’ Now the tears were flowing freely. Eric took Trevor’s hand and led him into the living room, sat him down on the sofa and sat down next to him still holding his hand. He reached over and handed Trevor a Kleenex.

    ‘Listen to me, babe,’ he said. ‘I’m not pissed! At least I’m not pissed that you like to cross dress. I’m a little pissed that you think you can’t talk to me and tell me stuff though.’ Trevor wiped his eyes and blew his nose. He normally had long blonde hair parted in the middle and combed back, but now it was fluffed out and flipped up and was falling in his face. Eric reached over and brushed it out of his eyes. ‘How long?’ he asked Trevor.

    Trevor sighed again. ‘Since I was 14,’ he said simply.

    Eric almost laughed again. ‘You’re shitin’ me!!’ he chuckled. ‘But how did you hide it? We did everything together, Trev! How the hell did you keep something like this from me? When the hell did you find time – shit! We spent all our time together, man!’

    They sat and talked for a long time. Trevor told Eric about swiping his sister’s clothes and underwear from the laundry and playing in them when he was alone. Then later when he was old enough to work he bought some of his own stuff and hid it in the house. He took it to college with him and hooked up with some other cross dressers. He’d take everything to their houses and get made up and dressed up there and go out with them as a girl. Sometimes he would spend whole weekends with them, and they all stayed dressed up and lived as women. After college he came back home and would still dress up and go out to drag bars. He had one set of friends as a guy and a whole other set of friends as a girl.

    Very few guys regularly hung out in drag bars, and very few queens regularly hung out at regular gay bars, so the two groups’ paths rarely crossed. Until tonight that is.

    Since they were both best friends the talk got more and more comfortable, and soon Trevor was sitting wrapped up in Eric’s arms and they were both laughing at some of Trevor’s stories about his antics as a girl. He let Eric get a close look at his false eyelashes and told him how he learned to fix his hair. He let Eric feel his ‘breasts’ and told him how he did himself up. Eric had some good laughs and made sure he kept calling Trevor ‘boyfriend’ to keep him relaxed. He ran his hand up and down Trevor’s leg and felt his stockings and commented on his shoes.

    ‘You know something?’ Eric asked.

    ‘What?’

    ‘You’re actually………pretty.’

    Trevor smiled and looked at him. ‘You mean it?’ he asked in a tiny voice.

    ‘Yeah….I do,’ Eric answered. ‘I do. You really are pretty, Trev.’

    ‘So you’re really not pissed?’ Trevor asked hopefully.

    ‘Oh hell no!’ Eric laughed. ‘Why should I be pissed, babe? Confused a little. Shocked, bewildered, dazed and amazed maybe, but no way I’m pissed! Don’t worry about that! Hey,’ he said and leaned in so his mouth was right at Trevor’s ear, ‘does this seem like I’m pissed?’ he asked softly and slid his hand up Trevor’s thigh and up under his dress. He clamped his hand around Trevor’s cock inside his panties and squeezed. Trevor sucked in a breath…..and Eric laughed.

    ‘What’s so fucking funny?’ Trevor asked, mock anger in his voice.

    ‘Oh, sorry,’ Eric laughed. ‘Well, number one – – I never thought I’d ever slide my hand up a dress, any dress, and number two – – I never thought I’d slide my hand up a dress…and find a cock up there!’

    Trevor was obviously relieved as they both fell against each other laughing. Eric kept his hand up Trevor’s dress and Trevor slid his hand between Eric’s legs and found a hard bulge to play with. Trevor started to lean into Eric, his mouth opening. Eric quickly brought his other hand up to Trevor and stopped him. ‘Just do me one favor, babe?’ he asked ‘What’s that?’ Trevor asked.

    ‘Don’t smear lipstick all over me?’ Eric snickered, then put his hand on the back of Trevor’s head, pulled him close and kissed him.

    They kissed and made out for a long time, their hands between each other’s legs, their cocks getting harder and harder. Trevor unzipped Eric’s pants and reached inside. Eric reached inside Trevor’s panties and both cocks were getting jacked. Their lips stayed together and Eric kicked his shoes off and heard Trevor do the same.

    Trevor broke away and got on his knees in front of Eric. He grabbed Eric’s pants and pulled them down and off. Eric pulled his thong down and his cock flopped up and slapped against his belly. Trevor pulled the thong off and pushed Eric’s legs apart. Trevor flicked his hair off his face then leaned over and swallowed Eric’s cock and started giving him the best blow job Eric could remember. Eric went nuts watching Trevor sucking his cock, watching Trevor’s jewelry sparkle and flash and rattle together – his hair flowing like it never did before as Trevor sucked his cock and kissed his balls and licked his shaft and tongued his slit and sucked it all down over and over again until Eric was moaning and bucking his hips and fucking Trevor’s face.

    Trevor let Eric’s cock pop out of his mouth. He stood up, grabbed Eric’s hand, and pulled him up off the sofa. ‘Let’s go in the bedroom,’ he whispered and led the way. Trevor lay back on the bed while Eric got rid of his jacket and stood naked and hard in front of Trevor. Trevor reached under his skirt and pulled his panties off then spread his legs. ‘Come on, Eric!’ Trevor said in a low, sexy voice. ‘Take me! Hike my skirt up over my waist and fuck my pussy, baby!’

    Eric fell on top of Trevor.

    Eric didn’t know what got into him. Maybe it was relief over the whole situation. Maybe it was the old idea of doing something taboo and getting away with it. Maybe it was the idea of his old buddy being a new guy. Whatever, he was suddenly damn horny, and he wanted to do what Trevor told him to do. He lay on top of Trevor and clamped a lip lock on him and ground his cock hard into Trevor’s. Trevor spread his legs and Eric kissed Trevor’s lips and eyes and nose and neck almost as if he had several mouths.

    ‘Oh GOD, Eric!’ Trevor moaned. ‘Oh yes!! Yes!! Do me baby! Do me good! Do me HARD! Do me Eric – do me NOW!’ And he wrapped his legs around Eric and dug his fingers into Eric’s back. Eric couldn’t talk. His mouth was full of lips and tongue and nose and ear and all he could do was kiss and slurp and moan.

    Then Eric’s hands woke up and undid Trevor’s blouse and almost ripped it when he yanked it open. Eric reached down and inside the skirt and grabbed Trevor’s cock and jacked him hard a few strokes then slid down further and fingered his ass and his other hand slid up to Trevor’s chest and found – – – – a bra!

    Eric slid his hand over the bra and pulled on it and stretched it and kneaded it. He worked his fingers up inside it and pinched Trevor’s nipples. Trevor moaned and squirmed and grabbed Eric’s fingers and sucked on them then pushed them back inside his bra. Eric rubbed the bra and slid his fingers up and down the strap and across the front. Suddenly Eric raised himself up like he was doing a push up and was panting. He looked down at Trevor and in a low, husky and horny voice he said between breaths, ‘How do you do it?’

    ‘Do what, baby?’

    Eric nodded to the bra. ‘How do you take one of these fuckin’ things off?!?’

    Trevor went nuts laughing. ‘You mean that’s what’s you’ve been trying to do all this time? I thought you were enjoying it!’

    ‘God DAMN it, Trevor!’ Eric said through a smile. ‘Tell me!’ He rammed a couple fingers up Trevor’s ass and wiggled them around. ‘Tell me, Trev! Tell me -tell meeeee!’

    Trevor gasped and squirmed under Eric. ‘Okay baby, Okay! But you have to play with my pussy like that some more first!’

    Eric slid his body up until his face was right over Trevor, keeping his fingers up Trevor’s ass. ‘Oh you little bitch!‘ he growled and shoved his tongue in Trevor’s mouth. Trevor showed Eric how hungry he was.

    Trevor reached down and jacked Eric’s cock while they kissed. Eric took his free hand and pushed down on Trevor’s forehead to hold him still and tongue fucked his mouth and finger fucked his ass. When he finally broke away Trevor recognized that look in Eric’s eyes and knew he was about to get royally fucked. Almost in a panic Trevor sat up and reached over to the night table for some lube. He knew he had to grab it himself unless he wanted Eric to shove his cock in dry. Eric’s fingers left Trevor’s butt and while Trevor was sitting up Eric grabbed his bra and yanked it straight up. The bra came off Trevor like a t-shirt just as Trevor had a handful of lube. He barely laid back and got it smeared over his hole in time as Eric’s cock threw itself right up Trevor’s butt and Eric fell back on top of Trevor, and with his breath hissing through gritted teeth and his eyes squinted shut Eric went crazy fucking Trevor’s little hole. Trevor wrapped his legs around Eric’s hips and his arms around Eric’s neck and begged him not to stop. Eric had no intention of stopping and within a minute the mattress was rocking back and forth and the headboard was slamming up against the wall, rattling the pictures, and both of them were moaning and grunting and sweating and fucking and fucking and fucking.

    Trevor reached down and dug his fingers into Eric’s butt cheeks and used them and his own legs to pull Eric’s cock into his ass even harder. Eric fucked away and every now and then raised up a little, opened his eyes to bore into Trevor’s, then let his eyes roll back in his head. The only other part of his body moving was his hips as he drilled his buddy’s ass with animal grunts escaping his mouth like puffs of smoke and all Trevor had to do was take it and love it. That, he did!

    Sweaty bodies are slippery bodies and Eric used that fact to help him slide his whole body up and down on top of Trevor while his cock twitched and throbbed and Trevor knew he was gonna get it now! Trevor raised his feet up in the air while his hands caressed Eric’s head and back. ‘Come on baby,’ he coaxed, ‘give it to me! Give it all to me…..oooooooo yessss! Give me that spunk like you always do!’ It had been a long time since Trevor needed to jack his cock while being fucked by Eric. So he used his hands to cheer Eric on; squeezing his pecs, his butt cheeks, mussing his hair, and cupping his face. Eric’s grunts became more forceful and higher pitched. He suddenly leaned his head down and bit into Trevor’s shoulder while he emptied his jizz into Trevor’s waiting ass, and felt Trevor’s own cum smearing both their bellies.

    Afterglow is nice! Some guys shoot a load and a minute later they’re putting their clothes back on and that’s a mistake. Eric and Trevor learned a long time ago that the period right after a great load of cum is shot is when two guys feel the most relaxed and comfortable with each other, so they just lay together. They didn’t kiss or talk, but only wrapped themselves around each other and simply enjoyed the feel of each other while they caught their breath. After a while with the same guy the need to tell each other how great it was goes away, and the same message is conveyed completely with a simple touch. They slowly ran their hands up and down each other’s bodies with a little squeeze here and there now and then and only after their breathing was back to normal did they open their eyes, smile, and finish off with a nice long, sensual, ‘I mean it!’ kind of kiss.

    Eric got up and ran into the bathroom. He didn’t have to tell Trevor that he needed to piss; he just went and did it. Trevor knew anyway. When Eric returned to the bedroom Trevor was sitting on the edge of the bed, and even though nothing seemed to show outwardly Eric knew his buddy. He sat down beside Trevor and put his arm around him. ‘What’s wrong, babe?’ he asked.

    Trevor shrugged his shoulders and looked at Eric. ‘Well, now you know,’ he said.

    ‘Yeah?’ Eric asked.

    ‘You still feel the same? Or now that you’re empty you sure you’re not gonna change your mind about me?’ Trevor looked away.

    ‘You mean change my mind……and disappear from your life forever?’ Eric asked with a smile.

    ‘Well you don’t have to be so dramatic – but yeah – that’s what I mean. If you’re gonna, just do me one last favor and do it quick, okay?’

    ‘Heyyyyy,’ Eric said again. ‘Boyfriend! I don’t want to go away. And I don’t want you to go away either. I want you to go to the bathroom.’

    ‘Huh?’

    Eric brushed Trevor’s hair from his face. ‘I want you to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, fix your make up and get yourself all dolled up while I take a shower and use your cologne.’

    Trevor was surprised. ‘Really?’ he asked hopefully. ‘What for?’

    ‘Because…’ Eric leaned over and kissed Trevor. ‘I want to take my girl out!’

    Trevor almost flew into the bathroom, a huge grin on his face. Eric jumped in the shower, and after a couple of minutes the door opened and Trevor – now completely naked with his hair tied back – stepped in. They still went out – they just got started a little late.

     

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    The bar was called, ‘The Queen of Hearts.’ Eric and Trevor got there just before midnight. On the outside the bar was an unassuming kind of place. A small sign with words lit up around a picture of the appropriate card from a poker deck announced the name of the establishment but otherwise no fanfare. They had to park a few blocks away, and while they walked Trevor told Eric something about the place.

    ‘It opened sometime around 1967,’ he told Eric, ‘and it’s always been a drag bar, but in the early days it couldn’t be advertised as one. It wasn’t safe – not even after Stonewall happened.’

    ‘You mean it got raided all the time and stuff?’ Eric asked.

    Trevor shook his head. ‘I don’t think it was ever raided, but so many places were so everyone was careful. That’s why the sign is so small and all that. The owner never changed it even after it was safe. She’s never advertised anywhere either. Everyone just knows it’s here and they keep on coming.’

    ‘She? You mean a woman owns a gay bar?’ Eric asked.

    Trevor giggled. ‘It’s not a gay bar – it’s a drag bar, and she’s a ‘he.’ But you know what? I’ve never seen what she looks like as a man ’cause she’s always in drag.’

    ‘The same person, you mean? Since 1967?’

    ‘Yeah!’ Trevor answered. ‘Isn’t it fabulous? She opened it right after she graduated college. She calls herself ‘Kitty.’ I bet it’s a take off on the word ‘pussy,’ but it’s cute. She must be in her mid 60’s by now, but she’s there every night. She’s a permanent fixture for sure.’

    ‘But aren’t all the queens who come here gay?’ Eric asked. ‘Doesn’t that make it a gay bar?’

    ‘Yeah, but we’ve never called it that,’ Trevor said and shrugged. ‘Besides, not all the queens are gay, but most of them are.’

    Trevor told Eric more about the early days of the bar. In the beginning it was almost two separate bars. It had a bar in a large front room and the clientele was a mixed group of men and queens, and to the casual observer it looked like any ordinary bar. But there was a ‘back’ room that was the same size as the front, where the queens could mix and the guys could be together without fear of the reprisals going on then.

    Even though nothing really happened here, there was a plan. The back room could be closed off by a partition that was painted to look like a solid wall – complete with light fixtures that actually worked: quite an accomplishment for 1967. Even the tables in the front room were covered by layers of tablecloths that reached the floor. Someone could actually hide under them if things got that bad. Kitty didn’t mess around when she first opened the bar. The building used to be several other businesses over the years and was constantly redecorated and renovated. Many nooks and crannies were created and Kitty kept most of them, but found clever ways of closing them off; the better to hide someone if the cops ever came for a raid.

    They never came for a raid, but once some off duty cops came in just to have a drink. They didn’t even know it was a drag bar. All the regulars knew what to do if the bartender rang her bell behind the bar, and Kitty recognized the incoming customers as cops and assumed the worst. She pressed the buzzer under her table with her foot. She didn’t see or hear, but knew the bartender saw the lights flash at the cash register and along the bar. The customers who didn’t see the lights heard the bell. The entrance to the bar was a little room, and a long hallway with a couple of turns in it led to the bar. The main reason for that, and the requirement to pay a cover charge, have ID’s checked, and hands stamped was to stall for time so who ever needed to could run and hide. That night the ‘drill’ proved that all the safe guards were effective – except that they weren’t really needed as the cops only wanted a drink, but all the queens had to stay hidden in the closed off back room until the cops left. They didn’t care: at least they now knew the fake wall and all the hidden cubbies did their jobs.

    Harassment of gays and especially queens was considered sport back then. There was no talk of hate crime legislation or gay rights. The entire bar was always very dark, lighted only by a single candle on each table and a few extras along the bar. In those days, queens were always afraid of being exposed, and the darkness helped hide true identities.

    In the late 1970’s things were getting better and Kitty redecorated again, and opened the two rooms into one big room with a stage and a dance floor added now. She installed modern plastic tables, but replaced the long tablecloths when she realized she was never going to stop the queens from sucking cock under the tables. That still wasn’t a good thing to let cops see!

    ‘Are you sure it’s safe to go in there now, Trev?’ Eric laughed.

    ‘Oh it’s nothing like that now!’ Trevor laughed. ‘It’s a cool place, you’ll see. Lots of queens talking our shit, but I love ’em all and I always have a blast here. One thing though baby?’ he looked at Eric sheepishly.

    ‘What’s that?’

    ‘When I’m in drag I’m not Trev – I’m Trish. OK?’

    Eric looked a little surprised, but then it occurred to him that it would in fact be a little silly to be a girl with a man’s name. ‘Ok–Trish,’ he smiled, ‘if were going to do this, let’s do it right,’ and he put his arm around Trish’s waist and pulled her in close to him as they entered. Trish leaned her head into Eric.

    The first thing Eric saw was a big black queen at a counter, checking ID’s, taking cover charges and probably checking coats in the winter. She wasn’t fat, just big, like a football player. Eric wanted to laugh but thought better of it. Her make up wasn’t bad though and she did a good job with her hair…..or wig……. or whatever.

    She looked up, recognized Trish, and broke into a big smile. ‘There you are, honey!’ she cooed, very femmy and a little fake, but still sincere. ”Bout time you got here. Where you been all night, girl?’ Then her eyes fell on Eric and her smile grew even bigger. She made a show of leaning over the counter and eyeing Eric all up and down. ‘Oh! I See!’ She smiled. ‘You’ve been out–‘ and turned her head to look right in Trish’s eyes, ‘—shopping?!?’

    ‘Back off bitch, he’s mine!’ Trish shot back, causing Eric’s eyes to widen as he looked at Trish in surprise.

    ‘Oooooo honey! We got some sharp teeth tonight don’t we?!?’ the queen asked, then laughed. ‘Don’t worry girlfriend, I’m on the rag this week so you still got a good chance,’ she looked again at Eric and smiled.

    Trish rolled her eyes. ‘Eric, I’m afraid the first bitch you gotta see in this place is Marlene here. Marlene, this is Eric – my boyfriend! So just retract those claws honey. Save ’em for someone you might have a chance with.’ Eric was thinking he may have to step in between them but they both only laughed. Marlene held out her hand to Eric – not for him to shake, but for him to kiss, which he did: over dramatizing it as the girls have been doing. He looked to Trish for approval and she gave him a quick wink.

    Marlene cooed, ‘Oooooo! Chivalry ain’t dead heyah!‘ She looked at Trish. ‘Good job, honey!’ She also still held Eric’s hand and Eric didn’t know what to do.

    Trish made a show of reaching up to separate their hands and told Marlene, ‘Chivalry might not be dead honey, but you will be if you don’t dry up that cunt and behave your li’l self!’

    ‘Ouch!’ Marlene yelled and looked hurt, clutching her chest. ‘What did I ever do to you, you little slut?!?! Look, Eric,’ she turned her attention back to him, ‘normally the cover charge is 5 dollars each, but any time I’m here, you can – pardon the pun -‘ and she winked at him, ‘slide right on in!’ Then she jerked her thumb in Trish’s direction. ‘But it’ll cost this bitch double to get in here now!’ Eric and Trish both just laughed. Eric gave Marlene a 10 dollar bill, which she dramatically stuffed into her bra.

    Trish told Eric, ‘Her tits get bigger as the night goes on.’

    ‘Oh you hush up, girl!’ Marlene snapped with a hard look at Trish, ‘or I’ll tell Eric some secrets about you!’ She stamped their hands as the two girls giggled and sent them on their way. ‘Have a good time, kids!’ she waved to them.

    Eric put his arm around Trish as they walked into the bar and she leaned against him. ‘What the hell was all that about?’ Eric asked. ‘I thought I was gonna see some blood!’

    Trish laughed. ‘Who? Marlene? No way! I love her to death – she’s the sweetest girl here. That’s just how we have fun.’

    ‘Fun?!?’ Eric laughed. ‘That’s how you have fun? Man! I’d hate to see what you two do when you’re pissed!’

    ‘Well just let one of these cunts try to get to you and you’ll see me get pissed!’ Trish warned.

    ‘Mmmmmmm,’ Eric moaned and smiled. ‘Is my girlfriend getting possessive? I like it!’ and he held her tighter.

    As they made their way through the bar Eric saw right away how popular Trish was. Seems like she knew everyone. Queens came up to her and they clasped hands and hugged and kissed cheeks and they all complimented Eric and held out their hands for him to kiss; which he did gallantly and seemed to be getting into it. Of course the compliments didn’t do his ego any harm and helped get him in the mood. He was a little nervous though, at all the attention and the fact that he felt a little like an outsider in this bar. There seemed to be some signals being passed and for once he didn’t know what any of them meant. Soon his smile appeared to be planted on his face, and while he was kind of enjoying things he was glad to finally get to a table and sit down in the dark.

    A waiter came up and this time he wasn’t a queen. He wore a bow tie around his neck but was otherwise topless, and wearing super short shorts which showed off his bulge and his butt. He said hello to Trish but kept his eyes and smile on Eric as he did so. Trish didn’t seem to mind and gave their drink order. Eric knew the waiter was swinging his butt just for him as he walked away.

    ‘He’s dreamy, isn’t he?’ Trish leaned in close and asked.

    ‘Sure is!’ said Eric. ‘Maybe if I decide I don’t like queens I might try to get him in—‘ Trish jammed an elbow in Eric’s ribs.

    ‘You better not!’ she laughed. ‘I have no intention of being dumped right in the middle of the bar!’ Then she winked at Eric. ‘Besides, I have a reputation to protect.’

    ‘Yeah?’ Eric smiled. ‘A reputation as what? Easy?’ They both laughed and their drinks came. Trish quickly dismissed the waiter, but they blew each other a kiss as he walked away.

    ‘His name’s Tony,’ she told Eric. ‘He’s tough to figure out. He never tries to pick any of us up, and we all thought he just didn’t like queens. But one night a straight guy came in here who didn’t know this was a drag bar. He was already drunk, and when he found out we were all queens he tried to start some trouble. We couldn’t believe it but Tony did some kind of karate like move on him and shut him right up. Grabbed him by his throat and made him apologize to all of us. Then he punched him right out, picked him up and literally threw him out the door!’

    ‘No kidding!’ Eric said. ‘Maybe I’d better behave myself in here!’

    ‘Listen,’ Trish whispered in his ear. ‘If you ever do get to him you’ll have to tell all of us how he is! We’re dying to find out if that package of his is real!’

    While they talked and drank Trish pointed out several queens and told Eric about them. They were sitting at a table in the back. One side of the table had a couple of chairs and the other side was a booth that ran all along the back wall connecting several other tables: some empty, some with other couples sitting at them. Eric and Trish sat in the booth. Other queens who knew Trish stopped by and chatted and laughed and giggled. They all acted like they were trying to hit on Eric, and Trish warned them off with a few choice words that made Eric wince. But then everyone laughed and more drinks came.

    ‘So are you fucking all these guys – uh – girls?’ Eric asked.

    ‘Oh no!’ Trish said, shaking her head. ‘Queens don’t have sex with each other. We all wait for hot, horny hunks…….like you!’ Eric leaned over and kissed her.

    ‘I’ll be back in a minute, babe,’ Trish told Eric. ‘I need to check my make up and take a piss.’ Eric stifled the urge to ask her which bathroom she used. Turns out it would have been a foolish question anyway. Eric watched her slink across the room and saw that both bathrooms were labeled, ‘Women.’ He saw Marlene wave to him as she sashayed her way back to his table. She sat down across from him.

    ‘So – having fun?’ she asked him.

    ‘Well, yeah,’ Eric said, ‘but I do feel a little like a virgin ya know?’

    Marlene put her hand over Eric’s. ‘Look, Eric,’ she said, ‘this whole place is nothing more than one big stage, and everyone in here is only playing a part just like Shakespeare said. We’re all just having fun, no more, no less. Don’t worry, no one means anything they say, and they’ll do even less.’ She looked at Eric closer, ‘You’ve never been to a place like this before, right?’

    Eric told her about growing up together with Trish and what had happened earlier tonight, leaving out the juicy parts of course. Marlene asked some questions but wasn’t pushy. Eric asked some questions about the bar and Marlene explained that where they were sitting used to be the secret back room where the queens of the early days could gather and just have fun acting like girls. Eric asked about the owner, Kitty.

    ‘Oh, Kitty still shows up almost every night, but she doesn’t stay as long as she used to,’ Marlene explained. ‘She’s still as feisty and spicy as she always was, but she had a cancer scare a long time ago, and almost had a heart attack recently, so she’s been slowing down. She’s already been in tonight and gone home.’

    ‘But,’ Eric asked, ‘how does she keep up with running this place without being here?’

    Well, Eric,’ Marlene said, and looked around to make sure no one was near. Then she leaned closer to him. ‘No one knows this, but 10 years ago me and a partner bought this place from Kitty. She doesn’t run it any more. She’s retired. But she’s become such an icon here over the years we were afraid that if word got out it would hurt business. So she comes in for us every night, has a good time as long as she can stand it, and everyone thinks things are just fine. I know it’s like being dishonest, but I think of it as a smart business move.’

    ‘Sounds good to me!’ Eric said. ‘Hell, if it works, it works. So you’re really the new Kitty around here, huh? You and your partner?’

    ‘Oh yes, and it’s a good thing I’m not into an ego trip about it, too!’ Marlene laughed. ‘I run this place by myself just like Kitty did. My partner is another business man who runs another company.’ She smiled and leaned closer to Eric. ‘You’d be real surprised who some of my friends are!’ Then she looked around the bar. ‘Listen Eric, if these girls in here get to be too much, just give me a signal and I’ll do something. Quiet – but I know how to handle them. But I’m sure that once you get to know them you’ll like them just fine.’

    Eric looked at her with the corners of his mouth starting to smile. ‘Wait a minute,’ he said and pointed a finger at Marlene, ‘you’re not talking like you were earlier.’

    Marlene laughed. ‘No, I’m not. For the moment, Eric, it’s not Marlene talking to you. I’m Marlon now.’

    Eric shook his head and rolled his eyes. ‘Damn!’ he said. ‘How the hell am I supposed to know who’s who, and when they’re who?’ he laughed.

    Marlon just smiled. ‘I told you,’ he said, ‘we’re all just actors here, and it’s all just that, an act. Everyone here- – they’re all really sweet guys, but even in the ‘New Millennium’ this is still one of the very few places we can come and be who we see as ourselves.’

    Eric nodded his head. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I can sure understand that. I got a little bit of experience trying to get to places that are unreachable to me.’ And he wound up telling Marlon about where he worked, losing his promotion, and why. Turns out Marlon was a great listener. He asked questions and offered some advice. Then they saw Trish heading back from the bathroom, being stopped by a few tables, with everyone glancing at Eric, and Eric overheard some more of their patter.

    ‘Hey Trish!’ someone yelled. ‘How many times I gotta tell ya to change your tampon before you come here?’

    ‘Watch it, bitch!’ Trish yelled back amid laughter. ‘Or I’ll pull it out of my cunt and shove it up yours!’ Eric shook his head, rolled his eyes, and averted his gaze.

    Marlon patted his hand. ‘Thanks,’ he said simply. ‘I hope you have a good time tonight, Eric. We all think a lot of Trish, and we’re all just really glad she has someone. And I’m especially glad it’s you,’ he said as he stood up, and suddenly he was Marlene again. ‘You just let Marlene know, honey, and I’ll get aaaaalllllll these wolverines off ya!’ she said loud enough for almost everyone to hear. She sashayed her way back through the bar and Eric stared at her with a smile on his face. Trish reached the table and sat down.

    ‘What was that dyke trying to do – pick you up?’ she asked Eric in mock anger. Eric just wrapped his arms around Trish and kissed her. ‘Wow!’ Trish said. ‘I’ll have to ask her to try it again!’

    They talked and drank and kissed and danced and drank and kissed some more. Queens that came in with boyfriends sat at tables near them, some Trish knew and some she didn’t. Some sat close and they introduced themselves and chatted. Some were making out and some were dancing. All were feeling a good buzz by now.

    After a particularly fast dance Eric and Trish collapsed in their booth and ordered fresh drinks. They sat and watched the others and kissed some more. Eric had his hand on Trish’s leg, and suddenly Trish reached down and grabbed Eric’s cock through his pants.

    ‘Damn, babe!’ Eric said. ‘You wanting to go home?’ he asked slyly.

    ‘Home?’ she asked. ‘I can’t wait that long, honey!’

    ‘Huh?’ Eric asked then gasped as Trish grabbed his zipper and pulled it down.

    ‘Hey!’ he hissed. ‘What the hell you doing?’

    ‘Don’t worry, babe,’ Trish growled in his ear as she reached in Eric’s pants and grabbed his cock through his shorts, ‘no one is watching – hell, no one can see even if they were watching. It’s too dark back here.’ She pulled his cock out and started stroking it.

    Eric’s eyes bugged out. ‘Damnit!’ he said. ‘I can see just fine!’ but he didn’t make a move to stop her. His cock started waking up and soon stood straight up and proud. Trish leaned over and kissed him, long and slow and deep. When they broke away Eric let his buzzing head fall back, and Trish’s head started to move down. Just as Eric said, ‘Whaaaa….?’ Trish opened her mouth and swallowed Eric’s cock.

    Eric didn’t know what he should do, but he knew what he wanted to do. He glanced around quickly and saw that no one seemed to be watching, so he put his hand on Trish’s head to guide her up and down his shaft. He tried not to moan but it was tough since Trish was such a great cocksucker. He let his hand slide down inside the waist band of her skirt and played with her butt while she sucked on his cock.

    Once Trish got a mouthful of a nice hard dick she didn’t stop. Eric knew that from experience and soon he felt the crotch of his pants getting wet from her spit and she just kept right on sucking; completely oblivious to anything going on around her. But Eric glanced to his right and saw a guy and his queen openly staring at them with huge smiles on their faces. ‘Oh, shit!’ Eric thought, and laughed when he saw the guy quickly give him a thumbs up.

    ‘Trish!!’ Eric hissed. ‘Someone is watching us!’

    ‘Ummm Hmmmmm,’ was all Trish could muster as her lips never left Eric’s cock. Obviously she didn’t care. Eric looked around and it seemed like no one else in the place had any idea of what was going on, and when he looked back to his right he saw the guy there getting his own cock sucked. They were close enough that they reached out and shook hands while their queens sucked away. A hard cock reacts to stimuli, and whether Eric knew it or not he’d used one hand to hold Trish’s head still while his hips started up by themselves and bucked and his cock fucked Trish’s mouth.

    Eric saw the other guy’s hand waving and looked over at him. The guy pointed to the other side of Eric, and when Eric turned his head he saw another guy at the next table, but at first glance he looked like he was alone. Then Eric looked down and saw a pair of heels (with feet in them) sticking out from under the table cloth. So now there were three.

    The topless waiter walked by with a tray of drinks and almost spilled them doing a double take. Eric thought they’d had it for sure. He tried to quietly tell Trish they should stop or at least go into the bathroom, but Trish was ignoring him and just sucking and jacking his cock. Finally he got her attention when he slid his hand inside the back of her skirt and jammed a finger up her hole.

    ‘Oooooo baby!’ Trish said after she let Eric’s cock fall out of her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled and wiggled her butt.

    ‘Damnit babe! The fucking waiter just saw us!’ Eric said in her ear. ‘We gotta do something!’

    ‘We are doing something, honey!’ Trish laughed. ‘Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything.’

    ‘You know what I mean!’ Eric said as he pulled her up. She then noticed the action at the next table. ‘There…you see?’ Eric said. ‘We’re gonna get everyone in trouble!’

    Trish smiled at the couple at the next table. ‘Oh, hi Angel!’ she hollered to the queen with a mouth full of cock. ‘Cute trick, honey!’

    ‘Oh man!’ Eric sighed and let his head fall back to the wall. Obviously he wasn’t getting anywhere this way.

    Trish put her arms around Eric’s neck and let him taste his own dick on her tongue. They broke away and Trish leaned over to Eric’s ear. ‘Why do you think it’s so dark back here? Neither one of us are virgins honey, and neither is this place.’

    ‘You mean this stuff goes on here all the time?’ Eric asked.

    ‘Not every night, but it’s been known to happen,’ Trish cooed in his ear. ‘Been a long time though and seems like now’s a good a time as any.’

    Eric looked to either side of him and saw that those couples weren’t slowing down any. Then he figured, ‘What the fuck? The worst that will happen is that we’ll get thrown out, and I’m used to that.’ So he grabbed his cock with one hand, Trish’s head with the other, and pushed her down and fed her his cock again and shoved it all the way down her throat. ‘Well go on then,’ he told her. ‘Suck it babe! Suck it good and show all these bitches how it’s done!’ And that she did. Her head bobbed up and down and a couple times she smacked the table and made the candle flicker – which only drew more attention to them.

    ‘Go Trish!’ he heard a yell and saw the waiter walk by again with a big smile on his face. He looked at Eric, winked, and licked his lips. Then Eric heard it start. Only a whisper at first, but he definitely heard some more ‘Go Trish’s,’ from somewhere. Tough to see in the darkness of the back of the bar, but they certainly had an audience and were being cheered on. Trish obliged by sucking harder and harder and faster and more dramatically and Eric was going nuts. He’d done some stuff before – playing with guy’s cocks under tables in other bars and all that – but this was the first time he found himself actually putting on a show – on purpose! Maybe it was the whole situation, or the drinks, or both, but it was turning him on, and before he thought about what he was doing he yanked Trish’s skirt up over her back so everyone could watch him play with her butt.

    ‘Yeah!’ he heard in the darkness. ‘Do it guy!’ came from somewhere else. Eric looked to his right and now the guy had his pants down to his ankles and his queen was going crazy on that hard cock. To his left he saw the other queen pulling her panties down. In spite of the cheers and other noises he could still hear the definite sound of a cock popping out of a mouth now and then. That made Eric yank Trish’s panties down and she automatically stepped out of them.

    Trish suddenly rose up and kissed Eric quickly. Then before he could say anything she stood up and straddled his lap with her butt right in his face. ‘Oh shit, Trish!’ was all Eric got out before Trish backed up and Eric found his face buried deep in those cheeks.

    He wanted to laugh at the whole idea of the show they were putting on but instead reached up and spread Trish’s cheeks out wide! His tongue flicked out and Trish gasped.

    ‘Oh my God!’ she hollered. ‘Yes, Eric! Yes baby! Eat my pussy, Eric. Tongue fuck my little hole baby!’ And Eric did as he was told. If there was enough light everyone would have seen how wet his face got with his own spit as he forgot about everything else except Trish’s little fuck hole and how good it tasted. He ignored the cheers and Trish’s moans and pleads not to stop and held those cheeks apart and spread that hole and licked her inside and out. He ate and licked and kissed and sucked and when he finally jammed a finger up that butt and made Trish gasp again he glanced to his right and gave the other guy a smile and wink, then looked to his left and saw that the other couple were matching him move for move. He heard another gasp that wasn’t Trish. He looked in front of them and growled a quick ‘Yeah!’ as he saw yet another couple in a great looking 69 on the floor between them and the next booth. And now there were four.

    Eric was getting into it. Maybe it was the drink or just the situation but he didn’t care about anything else now except what he was doing. He shoved a couple fingers up Trish’s hole with one hand and slid his other hand between her legs and pulled her cock back. He heard somebody say, ‘Yeahhhhhhh,’ right before he took his girlfriends cock in his mouth and made her gasp yet again! Eric knew just how to suck Trish’s cock to get her going good and it sure worked this time. Eric finger fucked her pussy and sucked her cock ’til she was letting out nothing but one long moan. He heard voices around him – cheering him and the others on and suddenly he couldn’t stand it any more.

    Eric jumped up, reached around and wrapped Trish up in a bear hug. He yanked her up so she was standing straight up and she whooped. ‘So you wanna put on a fuck show, bitch!?’ he growled and ripped her blouse open. He still didn’t know how to take a bra off properly but right now he was too hot to worry about it, so he just grabbed it and ripped it right off and everyone saw him grab Trish’s tits and pinch the nipples and her mouth dropped wide open.

    ‘Oh fuck yes, Eric!’ she moaned. ‘Oh shit baby! Oh man!’

    ‘Well,’ Eric was still growling through clenched teeth, ‘you’re gonna get that little pussy fucked now!’ and he pushed her over the table. He heard the voices chanting as he dropped his pants. As he kicked them off he realized the voices were chanting in rhythm. Not much more above a whisper, but they were saying, ‘Fuck ‘er! Fuck ‘er! Fuck ‘er,’ and Eric followed instructions.

    Eric let who ever was watching see him spit into his hand and rub it all over his dick. Then he spit some more and smeared it all over Trish’s ass. Trish reached out and grabbed the edge of the table just as Eric slid his cock right up her hole all the way and she threw her head back and just let out a long, ‘Aaaaaahhhhhh!’ Then Eric started fucking and the people cheered. He let them see him slide his dick in and out slow at first, let them see his eyes roll back in his head, and then picked up the pace. He glanced to his left and the queen there was riding her man’s cock and the guy was smiling at Eric.

    Eric smiled back and humped away. Trish had completely forgotten about where they were and laid her head down on the table, closed her eyes, and just enjoyed it. She didn’t see the couple on the floor get into a butt licking 69, but Eric did and that made him fuck harder. She didn’t see the guy to their right push his queen down to the floor, climb on top of her and start fucking, but Eric did and that made him fuck faster. All Trish knew was that she was getting fucked like she hadn’t been fucked since she couldn’t remember.

    Someone reached out and pulled Eric’s shirt off and now he was naked and fucking away. If the light was good enough he would have looked sexy as hell with the sheen of sweat on his body. Eric saw the waiter, Tony, heading his way. Tony was walking funny, with big steps, raising his feet up high, then Eric realized he was stepping over bodies on the floor. Bodies that were in various stages of a good fuck and Eric saw that now there were a lot more than four.

    Tony came up to Eric with a water bottle. Laughing, he squirted some water on Eric’s face and in his mouth. The water ran down Eric’s chest, and Tony leaned over and quickly licked it off Eric’s nipple. He turned away to leave but Eric reached out, grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him back. There was a collective gasp as Eric spun Tony around and pulled their faces together and kissed. Eric’s cock had a mind of its own (now where have we heard that before?), and while he kept right on fucking Trish he reached down and unzipped Tony’s shorts. They fell and disappeared in the darkness of the floor with everyone else’s clothes, and now Tony was wearing nothing but his little bowtie. He climbed up on the table, straddled Trish’s body and those closest to them saw that yes; his package was real! His cock was long and slender and hard. Tony grabbed it and Eric opened his mouth. Tony’s little bubble butt flexed as he fucked Eric’s mouth. Eric sucked cock and fucked butt and joined the growing chorus of moans in the semi darkness.

    Outside the bar people were walking by and didn’t even notice. Most of them didn’t even know it was a drag bar in the first place. Even if they knew they didn’t notice the ‘Closed for Repairs’ sign that was slipped in the window right before the outside lights were turned off.

    The cheers and chants slowly but surely turned into moans and grunts. The couples on either side of them and the couple on the floor that Eric could see were fucking like crazy. Noises came from all over and Eric knew what they meant. He moaned himself as his mouth got fucked with Tony’s cock. He drilled Trish’s ass and reached around Tony to finger fuck his. Tony reached back, grabbed a couple of Eric’s fingers, and shoved them up his ass himself. Now Eric was fucking one butt with his cock, another with his fingers, and taking a nice cock down his throat. Now he too, was oblivious to what was going on around him. There was so much fucking going on in that bar – the only reason anyone went into the bathroom was to piss!

    Eric knew he was going to loose it. He didn’t want to but things were just too damn hot. He knew he was going to fill Trish’s ass with one of the biggest loads of cum he’d put out in a long time. His own moans started getting higher pitched and Tony picked up the cue and grabbed Eric’s head to hold it still so he could ram that hot throat. Eric moaned and whined and fucked like a damn jackhammer. Trish knew what was coming and her own yells matched Eric’s as she heard him let out one long muffled yell around Tony’s cock and pump his spunk up her ass. She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead as her own cock started shooting across the table. She heard another moan above her and that’s when she realized that Tony was even there. Trish twisted her head around and looked up just in time to see Tony’s little butt flex again as he shot his load into Eric’s throat. Eric tried but he couldn’t keep up and some of Tony’s cum dripped off Eric’s chin to splat on Trish’s ass. She smiled, reached back, and rubbed it in.

    That first orgasm with it’s grunts and yells started a chain reaction, and within seconds they heard the same noises coming from all over and the air was filled with the smell of fresh cum. Tony pulled his cock out of Eric’s mouth, climbed down off the table and collapsed in the booth. Eric pulled his cock out of Trish’s cunt and fell backwards in the booth next to Tony. Trish stayed splayed out across the table with a huge smile on her face. The couples on either side of them had shot their loads too and were just now falling apart. Soon the only noises left in the bar were the sounds of people catching their breath, and the occasional smacking as everyone gave everyone else a ‘Thanks for the Fuck’ kiss.

    It took an hour to leave the bar. First everyone went into the bathrooms to rinse the sweat and spit and cum off their faces. Then it took a while to sort out all the clothes that were scattered all over the floor. No one knew where Marlene had been during the whole thing but now her presence was well known as she scurried through the bar like she was in a panic, telling everyone to hurry up and get dressed and get the hell out of there before the cops noticed the place still had customers in it after it was supposed to be closed. Eric and Trish went naked into the bathroom and ran right into Marlene, who was standing with her hands on her hips and a mock angry look on her face.

    ‘Now Eric!!’ she shook a finger at him, ‘I know I told you to have a good time, but Jesus Keeeerist, man!’

    Eric looked at Trish, then back at Marlene, and they all broke up laughing. Eric walked up to Marlene and wrapped her up in a bear hug. ‘Thanks, Marlene!’ he said in her ear. ‘We’ll behave ourselves now.’

    ‘Well you damn well better!’ she snickered, and while looking hard at Trish, she made a show of patting Eric’s butt with one hand and squeezing his sticky cock with the other. ‘Mmm – like I said, honey,’ she told Trish, ‘nice job!’ and laughed as Eric wiggled his butt in her hand.

    Trish put her own hands on her hips and smacked Marlene’s butt as she ran out the door then went to the sink where she and Eric washed each other off.

     

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    A few weeks later Eric made a frantic phone call to Trevor with an unusual request. He wanted to take Trish out again, this time not to a drag bar, but to a party at his company.

    ‘Excuse me?!?!’ Trevor said. ‘You want me to do what, where? You mean right in the lion’s den?’ Eric had told Trevor many times of the screwing that went on at night on the top floor.

    ‘I can’t help it, Trev!’ Eric told him. Then he took a deep breath. ‘I got it man! I fucking got it!’

    ‘Got what?’ Trevor asked. ‘Herpes?

    ‘No, damnit!’ Eric laughed. ‘The promotion dude! I got it!’

    ‘No shit?!?!? Fantastic baby!!’ Trevor yelled into the phone. ‘But how the hell did it happen? I thought they gave it to that cunt.’

    Eric told Trevor about being called to the CEO’s office on the top floor and how he was afraid of being fired. The CEO told Eric that the woman they gave the promotion to was screwing up everything she touched, and she was fired. He gave Eric a long speech about how the company had screwed up when they insisted the position be filled by either a woman or someone from a minority group. It was time, he told Eric, that he did his job and think about what is best for the company and it’s customers, and, after reviewing the other applicants they decided that Eric was far and away the best qualified.

    ‘Actually, Eric,’ his new boss told him, ‘a good friend of mine – one of your customers – is familiar with your work, and it was she who brought you to my attention. Hell,’ he chuckled, ‘she was up here the other night and saw your file on my desk and practically shoved it down my throat! I hardly even considered anyone else.’ Eric dealt with customers all day every day and had no clue who he was talking about but didn’t care. The promotion was enough.

    Then his boss had put his arm around Eric. ‘Eric,’ he said, ‘you know the parties we have here are no secret. This is where we bring our mistresses and you know that too. My mistress was the one who told me about you.’

    ‘Yes, sir,’ Eric replied.

    ‘Even so,’ his boss went on, ‘we don’t expect any news broadcasts. If you have a problem with all that, tell me now, and you can still keep the promotion or even return to your old job – no hard feelings at all – but what we do here in the evenings will not stop. Do I make myself clear?’

    ‘Yes, sir!’ Eric smiled. ‘You do whatever you want to do, sir. I’m only going to work hard to make sure you’re not disappointed that you chose me.’

    It was a political answer and they both knew it, but Eric knew that’s the way the game was played. His new boss was satisfied. ‘Tell you what, Eric,’ he said. ‘Let’s all get together tomorrow night, right here. You can meet everyone and then you’ll know who we get together with so there won’t be any, er, embarrassing moments through the day. Oh – and make sure you bring your girlfriend, too!’

    That stopped Eric. He wasn’t out at work – not when he worked for well known ultra conservatives. Especially these guys, who, like typical ultraconservatives, had skeletons in their own closets – or on the top floor of this building at night anyway.

    He didn’t want to tell his boss that while he wasn’t hurting for sex he didn’t have a girlfriend. At the same time he didn’t want to do anything to make waves right off the bat, and that was what prompted his somewhat frantic phone call to Trevor.

    ‘It won’t be a big deal, Trev,’ said Eric. ‘Just a get acquainted kind of thing. All you’ll need to do is shake some hands and say hello to some people, have a couple drinks and all, then we can go out somewhere else.’

    He heard Trevor laugh over the phone. ‘Let’s see if I got this right,’ Trevor said. ‘You want me to dress up as Trish, go to a party with you as your date – in the middle of a bunch of stuffy old men who are straight as arrows and pass myself off as a woman all night? Are you kidding me, baby?’ Then Trevor’s voice lowered and sounded seductive. ‘That’s when we do our best work, honey!’

    Eric opened his door and there stood Trish. She was wearing a blue evening gown with low heels. Minimal makeup and not a lot of jewelry. She was toned down from the evening at the bar. Eric’s eyes popped out. ‘Wow!’ was all he could say. He pulled her into the room and kissed her, then gave her a corsage. As he put his shoes and jacket on, Trish went into the bathroom to check herself.

    Eric heard her call from the bathroom, ‘Hey baby?’

    ‘Yeah?’

    ‘Care to tell me what this is all about?’ she asked accusingly as she came from the bathroom with a smile on her face – and twirling a small bow tie in her hand.

    Eric just smiled. ‘Can’t you tell?’ he asked and winked at her.

    ‘Oh my God!’ Trish laughed. ‘You’ve been fucking Tony, haven’t you, you sneaky little stud?’ Eric just smiled and licked his lips seductively. ‘Well honey – you gotta tell me all about it, and don’t you dare leave even one detail out!’ and she hooked her arm into his as they headed out to the car.

    At Eric’s company building at that hour the only person at the main reception desk was a security guard who glanced at Eric and smiled to Trish, but otherwise paid them no more attention. Eric made a show of producing his new key to the executive elevator which whisked them up to the top floor. Eric seemed nervous while Trish was calm, even seemed like she was looking forward to it.

    ‘Don’t worry, honey,’ Trish said with a smile. ‘I’ve done this a lot. It’s fun fooling all those straight people.’

    ‘Well I’ve never done it before!’ Eric said. ‘I just want to get this done and over with, then take you out somewhere nice, and see if I can bring you home with me and get you drunk and have my way with you,’ he winked at her.

    ‘Oh come on Eric! You’re being silly!’ Trish laughed. ‘You know damn well you don’t have to get me drunk first!’

    Eric took some deep breaths and Trish gave him a peck on his cheek. ‘Come on honey, calm down! It won’t be that bad! We’re just gonna have a few drinks and talk a lot, right? It’s not like we’re going to do anything like what we did at ‘The Queen of Hearts,’ so just go with it.’

    The elevator doors opened into the lobby of the top floor and they walked in. Eric stumbled a little and Trish was composed. Eric’s new boss walked up and Eric introduced Trish. She offered her hand and his boss took it and gave Trish the usual compliments. Then his mistress entered the room and Trish suddenly lost all composure and put a death grip on Eric’s hand.

    Eric was no help. It was all he and Trish could do to keep straight faces as Marlene started across the room toward them with her arms held out. Neither of them noticed that she was a blonde tonight and that she too was toned down and looked simply elegant in a gold, floor length evening gown. No sashaying this time, but she seemed to glide across the room.

    ‘Eric!’ she said. ‘So nice to see you again! And Trish!’ she gave her a quick hug. ‘Very nice to finally meet you!’ The two of them could only stare. Marlene hooked her hand around Trish’s arm and her other arm went lightly around Eric’s waist. ‘Let’s go meet the others,’ she smiled and had to give them a little yank to get them started walking. Eric looked around the room and he and Trish let out a small gasp as they recognized some of the other ‘women’ from the bar, who were all looking at them and teasing them with their smiles. Marlene said just loud enough for the both of them to hear, ‘Told you I had friends that would surprise you, honey!’ Eric glanced at his boss, who was watching with a twinkle in his eye and a teasingly evil grin on his face.

    Marlene looked radiant, smiling as she walked back across the room with Eric and Trish in tow on either side of her, both of them with their heads turned towards her giving her a hard stare, and the folks one floor below who were only working late trying to get ahead just knew they were going to hear those damn noises again!

    THE END


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  • Living with Libby

    Queer compromise

    After our first ever threesome, Libby and I talked a lot about sex. She didn’t want to actually develop some kind of ‘swinging culture.’ In fact she didn’t have much interest in other woman being present at all. Libby was used to being the person in control and what turned her on was guys at her beck and call and her as the centre of attraction. That suited me as I got really turned on at the prospect of watching a guy sticking his dick in her. I had doubts that perhaps I was as turned on by the cock as I was seeing Libby receiving it. Anyway, we weren’t experts having only had the one threesome with two horny 18 year olds.

    She talked a lot about sex but cooled slightly when I tried to do something about it. ‘I like young guys, Richard,’ she said to me. I suppose I like the feeling of control I have over guys who are near virgins. When you first suggested it, I was concerned that two or three guys would be dominating me which is why it didn’t appeal. I now realise that it’s me who gets what I want.’

    ‘Well, we should look for young guys then,’ I said a little too overenthusiastically.

    ‘You know who I really fancy,’ she said?

    ‘Who,’ I replied?

    ‘There’s this young guy at the college who is so soft and gentle. He’s almost girly but he has very fair hair, pale skin and is stunning looking. I don’t think he will be well endowed but he just so looks as though he needs to fuck a woman and I also think he might be a virgin.’

    ‘So how do you do it,’ I asked?

    ‘That’s it, I don’t know.’ We talk and he’s really sweet but if I asked him to come and shag me with my boyfriend, I think he would explode with fear.’

    ‘Do you know him well enough to have us go out for a drink either alone or with some other friends,’ I suggested.

    ‘Maybe,’ she said.

    It was almost a month later that Libby said some of her friends were having a flat-warming party and we had both been invited.

    ‘Mark will be there,’ she said.

    ‘Mark,’ I quizzed?

    ‘The little virgin I have the hots for. I would love his cock in me.’

    Her dirty talk got me going too and I started to look forward to the party. Libby looked great. Her little black party dress with the low cut top and an open weave which just showed her black panties through it. She was positively glowing and a couple of vodkas before leaving helped.

    The flat was a big one and just as well as there were about 100 people there. Catering was minimal (tons of potato crisps and some cheese on sticks) and the booze amounted to wine and beer but it was noisy and buzzing.

    ‘That’s Mark over there talking to these girls,’ she said.

    I looked over. He was a stunning guy. He radiated good looks and had shining white teeth, blonde hair and a beautiful body. When he saw us he came over and Libby introduced me.

    ‘She undersells you,’ he said. ‘You are much better looking that she told me!’

    I blushed, not used to male/male compliments about my looks. Libby didn’t notice and was positively fluttering around him. Every time I looked, he flashed me another smile until Libby enticed him to dance. Of course not only was he good looking but he was a better dancer than me too.

    As the night wore on, Mark drifted in and out of our company and Libby was becoming decidedly tipsy. I saw her in deep conversation again with Mark and when I saw him look over at me again with a puzzled look on his face and Libby continuing with her animated conversation, I wondered if she was broaching the subject.

    ‘Oh God,’ I thought, ‘She’s asking him.’

    He didn’t look too sober either and Libby’s look suddenly changed and I clearly heard the words, ‘You’re joking’ from her before she hushed and went back into conversation.

    At that, I drifted off into other company and it was a full hour before she tracked me down and said she was ready to leave.

    We are home and getting ready for bed before I asked her how she had managed with Mark. ‘I presume you asked the question?’

    ‘Yeh, kind of!’

    ‘And’

    ‘I didn’t get the answer I quite expected,’ she said.

    It was another ten minutes before she began to narrate the story. She had told him she found him really attractive and he had said she was a beautiful girl. She then told him that she more than fancied him but she wanted to be loyal to me as she loved me and thought I was gorgeous too. Then he had said he agreed. When she asked what he meant, he told her he agreed that I was gorgeous too.

    Libby told him guys didn’t say that about other guys, he had said, ‘Why not, you do if you fancy them?’

    Libby said she had sat for a minute and then asked the next question of him. ‘You’re gay?’

    ‘Pretty much,’ he said. I few heterosexual genes running around which means I find women attractive but I find men more so, especially manly ones, like Richard.’

    He then said, ‘You were going to ask me to go to bed with you behind his back weren’t you?’

    Libby said she had spluttered a quick, ‘No, not like that’ but he had continued by saying he would have rather had me behind her back.

    Libby made sure he knew I was straight but Mark continued. ‘I really find Richard attractive and if he wasn’t straight I would love sex with him. You’re attractive Libby and I could manage with you, but with him..’

    Libby then summarised on their final conversation. Mark would shag her in front of me, if I would shag him in front of her.

    ‘What..’ I screamed?

    ‘That’s how we left it,’ she said.

    ‘I presume you told him where to get off,’ I said, ‘this was never part of the agreement.’

    Libby went silent.

    ‘Libby?’

    ‘I really fancy him and now I know he’s gay and has never had a woman in his life and is willing to shag me, I want it more.’

    ‘Where does that leave me, shagging a poof, I said?

    ‘Oh come on Richard, you told me all about the transvestite you shagged in front of your mates. Bet you didn’t droop once that night and all your straight mates saw you do it. At least this guy is stunning looking and you get to see me being serviced too.’

    It took two days and I suppose I should tell you, about six wanks, before I realised that this was so kinky, we had to do it.

    I told her that night.

    She arranged for Mark to come to our house for drinks and a light supper. He was a good looking guy. His jeans sat low on his hips and his Calvin Klein underwear band showed above them. He had a ribbed tight white t-shirt which showed his nipples sticking out. Libby and I had dressed simply. I had light cotton natural chinos and a t-shirt, and she a short loose white summer skirt and matching top. I thought she looked fabulous and already decided I was going to shag her regardless tonight.

    We were into the second bottle of wine and I realised that Mark looked gay. I hadn’t really noticed his movements were every so slightly effeminate. Surprisingly the wine was having a greater effect on him. I suggested earlier that he take a half Viagra with me since both of us were doing things we weren’t used too. His flushed face showed me that the pill had taken an effect. He asked if I had ever had sex with a guy and I lied ‘NO.’

    ‘Can I ask you to do something that would really turn me on,’ he asked? ‘Could the pair of you start to have sex. I have always wanted to watch a couple have sex and, of course I will join in.’

    I agreed and noticed the lump in his trousers so at least he was ready for something. My apprehension was overtaken by Libby’s enthusiasm as she almost swallowed me as we kissed. Soon I was peeling off the remainder of my clothes and kissing and caressing her, my lips were wrapped around her nipples. I opened her legs and started to do what I thought I did best, bringing her off by using my tongue on her clitoris. I was enveloped in the thought of doing do when something warm wrapped itself around my stiff cock. I looked down to find Mark sucking me like a hungry animal. I realised as I looked at him, that he DID fancy me in a big way. He looked like a famine victim who had just been offered a three course meal. I have to admit he did it well!!! My cock didn’t flag as I thought it might do.

    My main reason for being there was Libby, and Mark was going to have to come up with his side of the bargain too, after getting his lips around my cock. I pulled myself free and pointed him in the direction of Libby. I was painfully aware that without the 50mg of Viagra, Mark would not be erect at this point. Thankfully he was and I wanted Libby to get what she so desperately wanted, Marks cock inside her (so did I for that matter).

    This guy was an amateur when it came to women. I took a condom, I put it on his cock (noticing that it jumped when I did so) and I pointed him at Libby. . There was no preparation, he just fucked her. Libby hit the roof as the man of her dreams fucked her. I could see he was pretty useless but he fucked anyway. He shagged in the missionary position. Libby had her legs in the air and he was between her legs fucking. I tried to keep him going by holding his balls and fingering his hole ever so lightly and it seemed to work. He shagged her in a mechanical way but thankfully it was enough to bring Libby to a screaming climax. He was her dream partner after all.

    She collapsed backwards afterwards and Mark looked at me and said ‘Richard, can you make me look like that?’

    I realised I still had part of the bargain to fulfil. Mark reached for lubricant and rubbed it into his hole. I automatically stretched a condom on my cock as Libby watched, idly fingering her well fucked cunt. This was my moment.

    Mark bent doggy fashion and I positioned myself behind him. I gently pushed my cock head against his butt. I was trying very hard to take it easy remembering how the transvestite all those years ago had struggled to take my cock. Mark just backed into me and my cock was swallowed in one slurp, straight into him. I was amazed how tight he was. His anal channel gripped me like a vice. It was nothing like fucking Libby. There was none on the velvet smoothness, only a vice like grip on my cock. I started to fuck. The grip seemed tighter and he started to moan. Libby grabbed his cock with her hands then stared to suck him. I fingered her for reassurance as I fucked.

    He became like a wild animal. He bucked into me and screamed as I fucked him. Libby struggled to keep his cock in her mouth. She kept trying however and gripped his cock and balls as best she could. I couldn’t believe it but realised I was going to cum inside him. I said so and he told me to keep fucking. As my orgasm mounted, my cock felt twice its size and I started to cum. As I did, I saw a jet of cum shoot out of Marks’s cock and land firstly on Libby’s chin and then find its home in her mouth. She started to suck Mark and it was obvious he was cumming in copious quantity as she gagged and sucked some more. My cum was pumping inside his hole as this happened.

    We all collapsed on the bed. I needed to fuck Libby really badly and though I was never one for repeat fucking, the Viagra kept my cock hard and I mounted her to fuck. I kissed her, realising that I had Mark’s cum all over her lips. It tasted slightly sweet and I began to withdraw, Libby held my head and made me kiss her to take all the cum residue into my mouth. I pushed my cock into Libby and fucked her ruthlessly for about ten minutes before I realised I was going to cum again. Mark had started to rim my arse as I fucked and the feeling was unbelievable. It was enough and I came full blast into Libby.

    He fell back on the bed and Mark dropped immediately between her legs to slurp my still warm cum from her cunt lips. I felt sure my cum was a more valuable prize that Libby’s cunt but she still purred as he did so. He wanked himself to a second orgasm as he did so.

    We were soon all spent. It had been a very unorthodox threesome but one which had brought me into a new realm of my sexuality and I had a feeling had also done the same to Mark.

    It WAS repeated some months later, but Mark found a new boyfriend and that was that. As for me, I realised that straight as I was, I rather liked the taste of cock, as long as Libby was present. This opened up a whole lot of possibilities.


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  • All That Glitters

    I was bent over on my belly on the conference table and the hunky blond attorney was riding me hard from behind. I still had on my tie; my shirt, unbuttoned; and my shoes and socks clipped to supporters wound just below my knees. But otherwise I was naked. He started a maddening rotation of his cock inside me, and I was giving little urping sounds. To let the others see the pain and ecstasy this master cocking brought to my facial expression, he pulled my head up by pulling on my tie, which he had spun around to my back to give him reins for his hot ride of my ass. All the time he was telling me what a hot performer I’d be in his nightclub act. My own boss and the two Japanese businessmen were sitting there, mesmerized by the exhibition the blond and I were putting on, their hands in their laps, working their own meat. The blond released the tie and his hands went to holding my hips still as he stroked hard in and out of me. I could feel his gold cock ring kissing the sides of my inner canal as he pumped me.

    The golden blond was telling me what a good fuck I was, that he wanted to have more of me. He was asking me how I was enjoying the ride, and I was panting and groaning my approval of his eight inches working hard inside me.

    My boss rose from the table, engorged cock in hand, and came over and tweaked one of my nipples while he kissed the blond deeply. Then he told the blond that it was time for the Japanese businessmen to take over with me and that he wanted the blond’s cock in his own ass now.

    The blond withdrew from me, the Japanese businessmen already eagerly standing in line behind him, and a large cock was exchanged for a medium-sized one, which, however, was more active and inventive in its exploration of my ass; the other Japanese businessman knelt between me and the table and started playing my cock and balls like a flute with his sensitive mouth.

    The blond had planted my boss on his back across the narrow conference table from me, and my boss and I engaged in deep kissing and exploration of each other’s torsos with our hands, as the blond spread my boss’s legs and plowed into his ass. I lifted my head up from my boss’s as the blond brutally entered him, and I held my boss’s head between my hands, both of us connecting on what was happening in our asses with a variety of expressions on our faces.

    When the Japanese and their blond attorney were finished sealing our multimillion dollar deal, they left my boss and me there on the table, consoling and rejoicing in each other and at our success at and on the conference table.

    In parting, the golden blond came back to me and gave me a kiss. He flipped a business card out and said that I should visit his nightclub for the experience of my life; that the card would give me a free pass and free drinks. And that he would throw in another wild, free fuck as well if I was interested.

    Try as I might I couldn’t get the blond out of my mind. He had ridden me hard, but he hadn’t finished me off. I developed an obsession that he finish me off, that I feel the explosion and bathing of that eight-inch ring-headed cock of his deep inside me.

    * * *

    Three nights later, the blond’s business card in hand, I was standing at the dimly lit walk-down wooden door under the iron porch above of a brownstone on a dark street. Only the blinking sign announcing ‘Club Pan’ beside the door assured me I was in the right place. At my ringing of the bell, the door opened just a crack, but enough for me to show the business card, with the scrawl of the blond across it. Then the door opened enough for me to slip through, but then it shut again with a solid, final sound. The vestibule was dark, black drapery on black walls, ceiling, and floor. The half man who admitted me was also dark.

    I say half man, because he was togged out as a wood nymph, or a satyr, or whatever they call those horned men with the legs and feet of a goat. This one was slender as a reed, with black curly hair, a small goatee, little pointed horns above his temples, black eyebrows curled up at the ends, and an interesting array of black tattooing on his naked torso. The most prominent of these, as I could see when he turned to guide me beyond a beaded curtain into a large step-down, smoke-filled room, was a chain of interlocked heart shapes descending from this hair line at the back of his head down to where the goat’s pelt started just above his crack at the bottom of the small of his back. His legs, as I already indicated, were pelted like a brown goat’s, and his feet coverings were made out like cloven hooves. Most distinctly though was that his cock and balls hung free and there was a circular opening in the pelt at his rear where his asshole lurked.

    The nymph swished his tail saucily as he guided me through the dim, smoky room to one of four long bars by the back walls on either side of what looked like a small diner theater, with three tiers of descending levels going down to a circular stage in the center. Everything was black. The bars were black, the carpets and walls and ceiling were black, and the couches set around on the descending tiers, more like the lounges in those Roman banquet movies, were also covered in black material. Even the stage was black; it was square but had a round, revolving platform set into it. And standing up from this platform was an eight- or nine-foot high, widely spread X-shaped apparatus, with the cross-over set so that the upper portion of the apparatus was larger than the bottom. This was made out of some sort of transparent Lucite-type material. Near the four corners of the stage were poles made out of the same transparent material that went up to the ceiling. The poles were some sort of hollow tube filled with a liquid in which glittery gold confetti floated.

    The theater was dark, although I could hear the sound of moaning and activity that told me that something was happening down on those lounges on the descending tiers and as my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I could see that there were pairings and small groups of men dotted here and there, becoming very well acquainted with each other. It must have been early, however, as the theater was only about a fourth full of these fully occupied patrons.

    The nymph whispered something to the bartender, yet another satyr, but a larger version than the young man who had admitted me to the club indeed all of those serving the patrons were decked out in the same motif. The younger man pointed to the business card that I carried and then told me I could order anything I wante that the bartender was at my beck and call. That was very nice to hear, I thought, as I checked out the very presentable, broadly smiling bartender, not leaving out a peek over the bar at what he was packing between his legs. There was nothing there for him to be ashamed of.

    As I sat back and drank my first drink and observed the atmosphere, I saw that activity had started down on the stage. The four poles now were occupied by male dancers all young, lithe nymphs just like the door keeper.

    Strobing white lights started to work the room, and I now was getting a sparkly feeling of glitter everywhere. That’s when I noticed the decor of the room. Cylinders of glittery gold hung on wires above the stage area in thick profusion, and as the lights strobed, they bounced off the glittery gold sparkles and brought the arena to life. I noticed then that the lights were picking up glitterings on the tiers down to the stage as well just here and there, but enough to make my eyes dart around the room, increasingly picking out very intimate embraces and activity going on at the lounges.

    A few of the glittering cylinders were on the floor of the stage, and I assumed that they had fallen from the wires. But I felt a chill and a tinkling sensation going down my spine as I realized otherwise. From the third tier in front of me, my eye caught a naked figure rise from one of the lounges and I caught the bounce of strobe light off gold glitter as he glided down to the stage and came up with one of the gold glittery cylinders and threw it down on the stage floor. Condoms. These were glittery gold condoms. Used condoms, merging the activity in the audience with the entertainment on the stage. The club’s decoration was both evocative and functional. I watched in awe as the figure pulled another cylinder off a wire hanging down toward the stage and glided back up to the third tier, no doubt for another round of pleasure.

    Four beefy satyrs had arrived on the stage now and were cuffing the pole dancers who had preceded them to the poles and, one muscled satyr to one lithe pole-dancing nymph, were beginning to perform a duet of love dance for the patrons. Each of the muscled satyrs was outfitted with a glittery gold condom.

    The club was beginning to fill up now, and all of the patrons I saw coming in were handsome and well built. The club has developed a winning clientele. The performers on stage were turning me on. Already one of the beefy satyrs had filled his glittering condom and had thrown it to the floor and was pulling another one down from an overhead hanger and sliding it on his hard, curved up tool. He quickly was ready to resume his dance with the younger nymph, who was contorting his body around the pole, seeking a new and interesting position to be taken by his partner. All of this for the enjoyment of those in the audience, most of whom were so absorbed in filling out their own glittery tubes to give full attention to the floor show.

    I felt my tool pushing against the fabric of my trousers, and I reached down to stroke myself, only to find that I’d been so absorbed in the atmosphere around me that I hadn’t notice there already was a hand there. I turned to see a nice, square-jawed face with bedroom eyes. But I only caught a glimpse of the man who had taken interest in me when the bartender said something gruff to him and he was gone. I was a little annoyed, because I hadn’t asked the bartender to run interference for me.

    And I was about to say something to him, when the lights went brighter on the stage and the heart-stopping golden blond who had invited me here appeared. He was decked out in leather, but it was all of a glittery gold color, from the chain criss-crossing his chest, to the boots, and arm bands, and a riding crop with a billy club-like handle but no other body attire except for the glittery gold condom trying its best to cover his eight inches of horse-hung meat.

    He walked the four corners of the stage briefly, flicking bottoms here and there with his riding crop and inserting hands into this and that undulating position, and then he came in front of the revolving transparent X apparatus and spread his arms wide, muscles rippling in the strobe lights, and all action on the stage stopped in mid fuck.

    ‘Do we have a volunteer this evening, gentlemen?’ he asked the now-filled house in a booming voice.

    The strobe lights revolved wildly around the theater and then all merge on me.

    Before I had time to react in any way, I was being bustled down to the stage by my babysitting bartender and a few of the other club satyrs and was finding that the transparent X apparatus had cuffs on it that, when I was trussed up, stretched my arms and legs out wide and securely in place.

    I had become a focal point for the floor show. For the next half hour or more, as the satyrs returned to pole fucking the nymphs and the well-used glittery condoms from the audience and the corners of the stage continued to build up on the floor of the stage, the blond god teased and tormented me. He prodded and pinched and kissed and tongued me endlessly and to distraction, as I revolved around the arena, cuffed to that transparent X. He flicked me with his riding crop and applied love slaps to my butt and hips and thighs and chest. He twisted and pulled at my nipples and balls until I screamed my awareness of the sensual cruelty in him. And then he fucked me with the greased butt end of his riding crop, stretching and preparing me for his even longer and thicker gold-glittered tool. All the time I was revolving, giving the club patrons a look at the glorious torment from all angles, writhing and bucking with and against the butt end of the riding crop, testing the rock-solid holding strength of the X apparatus.

    The tiers running up from where I was being displayed were a teaming mass of undulating bodies and young, naked men descending to the stage and tossing their offerings of spent glittery gold condoms at my feet and then grabbing a replacement off the handing wires and remerging with the slithering pile of man flesh stretched around the room.

    The golden god was behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, and his glitter gold cock slapping on my butt cheeks and working its way up and down across the puckered, moist rim of my asshole as he stroked up and down inside my butt crack. The bulging head of his dick came ever lower as he stroked up and down inside my crack, with each stroke now more centered at my hole, until with one long stroke he entered me deeply, strongly, and painfully. I lifted my head and howled to the ceiling and a cheer went up around the theater.

    There was more of a hush now, much of the attention on the blond god and me rather than on each other, as two the satyrs left tormenting their nymphs and uncuffed my legs and held them higher and stretched out more as the blond relentlessly pumped my hole with long, deep thrusts, giving all in the audience a good view of my plowing as the stage revolved slowly around and around.

    I was not shy in voicing being well fucked, and another cheer went up as my ejaculate shot out across the dozens of glittery-gold used condoms littering the stage below me.

    The golden god also yelled his delight and joy when he had cum deep inside me, and he swiftly parted from me and jerked off his spent condom and tossed it out into a roaring audience. Then he strutted around the stage, flicking the poled nymphs playfully with his riding crop as, one after the other, the four muscled satyrs plowed me and added their glittery gold condoms to the offerings at my feet.

    When they had done with me, my wrists were uncuffed. But then I was pushed to my knees, with my heaving chest forced into the V of the X apparatus, and my wrists were cuffed again at a lower position. The blond then presented his cock to me, me knelt on one side of the X and he standing at the other side, and I sucked him to life again as the stage continued its endless revolutions to show the entire audience the full effect.

    When he was once more in engorged full-eight-inch fucking form, I was uncuffed and simply sank to the floor, exhausted. But once more the golden god’s tool was adorned with glittering gold and he took me one last time on the floor at the base of the X apparatus. He fucked down into me deeply and strongly as I lay whimpering and moaning on my belly on a pile of used glittery gold condoms on the revolving stage loving every golden stroke he took.


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