Author: admin

  • The Full Experience

    It was a little before 9 at night. Aaron and Spencer were in the other room undoubtedly having sex, Spencer’s first time at that. Corey had told me he loved me, and I told him I loved him too. I really meant it.

    Corey laid on his back on the bed, naked and horny. The only time I saw him naked was when he was about to fuck me. As unbelievably sexy as he was to me, I loved it that way. The power balance, totally in his favor, was unbelievably erotic and intoxicating. I loved this man as much as I loved being exposed and vulnerable to him and letting him take full advantage of me as much as he wanted.

    “Come here, baby,” he told me.

    I sat up and climbed on top of him, my ass planted on his lower stomach so that his enormous cock slid between my cheeks. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a long kiss.

    “Kiss me up and down,” he ordered me.

    My mouth left his as he rested his hands behind his head. I kissed my way slowly down his neck, across his shoulder, his armpit, all the way down his arm until I couldn’t go any further and all the way back to his face. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him on the mouth and he clearly didn’t mind.

    “That’s right, baby, keep going,” he whispered with a grin.

    I proceeded back down his neck and across his shoulder, eventually covering all the areas I had on his other arm. I worked my way back to his chest, stopping briefly to breathe in his incredible scent, before working over to his nipples. I took my sweet time licking each one, making sure to playfully pinch which ever one I wasn’t sucking on. Corey groaned with pleasure. I looked up at him and smiled as I took a deep breath and began kissing down his stomach, down his treasure trail as I fondled his balls. When I got to his cock I tickled the tip with my tongue and sloppily kissed down the shaft before taking his balls in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to suck him again. I kept kissing down his inner thigh, all the way down to his right foot. Once there I kissed the top of it and all the way back up to his cock, stopping once again to tease it with my mouth.

    I looked up into his eyes as I was licking his cock. He lowered one hand to play with my hair as I did.

    “Fuck!” he exclaimed, “I love how you do that.”

    Feeling empowered by his words I kissed down his left leg and back up, anxiously awaiting arriving back at his cock. When I was there I let out a heavy sigh.

    “I want your cock, baby,” I said.

    “That’s my boy,” Corey said, grinning.

    Smiling up at him I eased my lips over his cock head and gently rubbed my tongue down the bottom of his shaft, working my way down until he was hitting the back of my throat. He moaned as I sucked his cock nice and slow at first, picking up the pace as I went. Several minutes passed before he told me to stop.

    “I want you to ride me,” he said firmly.

    “Really?” I asked. We hadn’t made love in that position before. I was honestly a little scared because of how big his cock was. “Anything for you, baby.” I felt myself blushing as I said it. I knew it would hurt but I also knew my place as Corey’s sub.

    Corey reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube. He immediately began lubing his cock up and passed the bottle to me. I placed a dab of it on my hungry hole while maintaining eye contact. He knew I was nervous but I knew he would take care of me.

    “You’re going to be fine,” he told me and pulled me in for a kiss before I got back upright.

    My heart was pounding as I began to mount Corey’s giant cock. I had my knees even with his ribs and took several deep breaths as I felt his cock head rub against my hole.

    “Ease down on it,” he assured me.

    I reached back and spread my cheeks as wide as I could. His cock was pushing against my hole and I felt it slowly and painfully begin to push in as I lowered myself onto him.

    “Ahhh!” I said with a grimace.

    “Easy, baby,” Corey said as he placed his hands on my hips. “Lean back just a little.”

    I did as he said and quickly felt my body drop as intense waves of pleasure and pain shot through my body. He was all the way in.

    “There ya go,” he said as I breathed heavily and he gently moved his hips up and down, “move up and down, easy.”

    I slightly raised myself up and down with my knees and quickly found the right rhythm. The pain was rapidly being replaced with pure pleasure. His cock was reaching new corners inside me. I let my hands fall back onto his thighs. He gripped my cock, not moving his hand so that our motion together was what moved my cock through his grasp. I gasped joyously as the motions grew and grew. Corey graciously groped my chest and stomach with his free hand. I was seeing stars and wild colors in my mind’s eye. My head was spinning more and more as he fucked me from below. I threw my head back and let out several loud moans. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My cock throbbed in Corey’s hand. I looked down at him. He was panting and sweating in such a sexy way.

    “Fuck me harder, baby!” I yelled, “ahhh!”

    Corey giggled and, without missing a beat, began thrusting his hips up harder and faster.

    “Fuck yeah, babe, ride that dick!” he said through his heavy breathing.

    “Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Awe! Baby! YES!” I yelled.

    “You like that dick?” Corey asked with a hungry smile.

    “Oh baby,” I said while gasping for air, “I love that dick!”

    “That ass feels so fucking good,” he said.

    I wanted to tell him his cock felt so good but all I could do was let me mouth hang open and moan. He was so deep inside me it felt like his cock was touching my brain with every inward thrust. I could feel my balls drawing up and a huge load brewing to shoot out my cock. Corey began tensing up. Moments later I felt my cock and his pulsing at the same time. He was shooting a heavy load in my ass just as I was blowing mine. It was such an incredible release as load after load gushed out of my cock. Waves of sweet relief washed over me. I was light headed. I couldn’t open my eyes to see as the sensation was too good until Corey spoke.

    “Holy shit, babe!” he said in his sexy calm voice.

    I opened my eyes and looked down to see my own cum all over his hairy chest, even a glob on his chin. I felt somewhat embarrassed for hitting him in the face like that but his smile told me he was fine with it.

    “Whoa, I’m sorry, babe,” I started.

    Corey placed a finger over my mouth to hush. “Don’t be. That’s sexy as fuck. Even more sexy when you clean it off me.”

    I knew he meant lick it off. I smiled at him, but quickly clinched my teeth as I raised myself up and off his cock. I was weak in the knees and let myself fall over onto the bed next to him. I picked myself up and began licking my cum off his chest, swallowing as I went, savoring in the humiliation of it. When I got to the glob on his chin I placed my mouth in a kiss over it, sucked it in and moved up to kiss him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in, passionately swirling his tongue around mine.

    After several minutes of kissing and cuddling, Corey’s phone lit up with a text. It was from Aaron. Corey read it and said “looks like they’re done, let’s go check on our guests.”

    My ass ached sharply when I stood up. Corey was right, I was going to have trouble sitting down for a while. It was totally worth it, though. That was one of the best sex sessions we had so far. He slipped back into his briefs, a graphic tee and gym shorts. I stood before him, letting him enjoy my nudity as he dressed.

    Corey and I walked to the guest room, the door already opened. Aaron had changed into a pair of Corey’s gym shorts and a tee. He was sitting up on the bed with Spencer laying naked, perpendicular to him with his head in his lap.

    Corey put his arm around his shoulder, his hand resting on my chest, and asked “so y’all had a good time?”

    Spencer grinned and nodded ‘yes’ as Aaron said “hell yeah, bro!”

    Aaron then looked at me and said “Chase, my boy better treat you like a damn prince for introducing me to this one.” He looked down and kissed Spencer sensually.

    I smiled big and asked “so you’re like a couple now?”

    “Well,” Aaron started, “I asked him.”

    “And I sucked his dick again,” Spencer said with a smile.

    “I like that answer better anyway,” Aaron said. He pulled Spencer up to where he could kiss him easily. “Then we had the most” *kiss* “incredible” *kiss* “fucking” *kiss* “sex” *kiss* “ever!”

    Corey and I chuckled as we made our way to the bed. Corey took a seat next to Aaron and the two of them started talking about what had just transpired. Spencer moved around so I could lay next to him. We laid there naked, making sure not to cover up anything so our boyfriends could see it all. He had a glow in his eyes as he told me about how, after sucking Aaron’s cock as a ‘yes’ to being his boyfriend, Aaron had felt him up, fingered his ass, sucked his cock a little, and ultimately fucked him in the same position Corey had fucked me in the first time. He thanked me again for introducing him to Aaron and telling him about my fantasy. He said he loved the whole thing. He told me he was happy to have me as a friend as well. I told him I felt the same and told him about the amazing sex Corey and I had in the other room.

    Aaron grabbed Spencer up in a kiss as Corey came around the bed and did the same to me. I didn’t know what Corey and Aaron had been talking about but it quickly became apparent.

    “Get up on your knees,” Corey whispered in my ear before gently biting my ear lobe.

    I did as I was told and saw that Spencer was doing the same. We were face to face, only inches apart. I felt one of Corey’s hands gliding across my shoulders and upper chest and the other around my waist, stopping just above my cock. Aaron was doing the same to Spencer. Corey kissed my neck aggressively and moved up to swirl his tongue around in my ear. I moaned. Spencer was moaning as well as Aaron pulled his head back by his hair and licked and kissed his neck.

    Corey climbed further up onto the bed, wedging his knees in between mine and spreading them further apart. His right hand slid off my waist and I felt him moving his shorts down, his hard cock pressing into my ass. I could see Aaron was pulling down his shorts also. Spencer and I locked eyes as we quickly realized we were about to get fucked again. Spencer’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as Aaron’s cock entered his ass.

    “I fucking love you, baby,” Corey whispered in my ear as his cock slipped in my ass. I was still raw from before but hungrily welcomed him in.

    “Oh fuck!” I said.

    Spencer was moaning loudly with every stroke, and soon I was moaning along with him. Corey held my body up with both arms, thrusting his cock into me. It hurt so good. Spencer and I gazed at each other helplessly as we were fucked again, firmly in the clutches of our boyfriends, our erect cocks occasionally touching from the motion. Aaron could see all the expressions of pain and pleasure on my face from his position behind Spencer, and I knew Corey could see the same in Spencer from behind me. I actually liked being naked in front of all these other men, but being seen while getting fucked was a whole new level of delicious humiliation. I quickly realized I loved it. I loved being naked in front of clothed men and I loved getting fucked like the sub I so willingly was. I loved that my boyfriend made my fantasy and so much more come true for me. I loved how he fucked me lovingly yet mercilessly. Most of all, I loved Corey, and I would do anything he said.

    All too soon the moment of climax arrived. Corey and Aaron grunted as they came inside Spencer and me. Their orgasms were simultaneous. Spencer and I heaved from the intensity as we were released and allowed to lie down. Corey and Aaron high fived each other.

    “Wow!” Spencer said while giggling up at the ceiling.

    “Fucking wow!” I added. My ass was burning and my entire body tingling. I was exhausted.

    Spencer and I were laying side by side in the middle of the bed with Aaron sitting on the edge next to him and Corey sitting on the opposite edge next to me. They looked over both of our naked bodies, now sweaty and limp. Our cocks, however, were still rock hard.

    Aaron reached over to grab the bottle of lube and squirted a stream onto Spencer’s cock before handing it to Corey, who did the same to mine.

    Kissing me and leaning back up to make eye contact, Corey said “jerk for me baby. I want to watch you cum.”

    Aaron said something similar to Spencer. We were happy to please.

    Several minutes later I felt my cum gushing out onto my stomach. Soon after Spencer followed. There we were, butt naked, covered in cum, asses filled with more cum, happily having pleased our men.

    It was sensational.

  • Desires of the Innocent

    Hayden went through the next couple of days jumpy and freaked out that Bradley might boldly drive up to his home to lure him to the barn. He had moments where he was freaked out to the point, he could see Bradley doing it in front of his parents, telling them he wanted to be spanked, to be flogged, then fucked up the ass.

    But then reality settled in, and he knew he was being ridiculous. He stood on the porch that evening, the sky dimmed to where all color was flushed to hues of grey and watched the headlights of Charlie’s truck going down Bradley’s drive to the barn. He was curious about what they would do this time. Would it be the same as he had witnessed, or some other routine, maybe involving the stockade, or that cable, picturing Charlie hanging naked from it. He turned to head back in, knowing he wasn’t curious enough to sneak over and find out.

    The fast-food joint wasn’t busy for it was late for lunch, nearly two thirty, but Hayden had gotten a late start on the yard, having to change the oil in the mower and sharpen its blades. It was nearly one thirty when he was finally putting away the trimmer and the mower. He ordered a burger with large fries and drink, then stood at the section of counter for picking up an order. As he waited, he saw a white 4Runner pull into the parking lot and knew it was Eli. He looked to the other side of the restaurant for the 4Runner to pull around, but before it could do so, his order was set out. He took a seat at the front window so he could watch the local traffic pass. He laid out a napkin and dumped his fries on it. He was squeezing out ketchup when Eli came into the dining room. He looked at the lean body revealed by a tight-fitting shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The shirt hung long concealing the ass, but he pictured Eli from that night in the barn, naked, taking Bradley’s cock. Contrastingly, Eli now looked so normal, like any other country boy of the area, even to the ball cap pulled low with a tightly curved bill. Hayden felt attracted to him, both from seeing him fucking with Bradley and standing at the register ordering a meal.

    He began to eat while glancing over to watch Eli. The move to the pickup area, then coming toward him, tray in hand. When it was obvious Eli was coming toward him, he turned to greet him.

    “Hey, Eli, how’s it going?”

    “Good. Can I…” Eli nodded toward the opposite chair.

    “Yeah, sure, sit, sit.”

    Eli sat down and started on his meal. “We really shouldn’t be eating this shit, you know?”

    “I know, but I worked late on the yard and was starving, and this is quick.”

    “I got tied up helping dad repair one of the tractors.”

    “Your family’s farm, how big is it?”

    “We have four hundred acres around us, then another five just to the north, and over in Madison County, we have another seven hundred acres.”

    “Wow, that’s good around here.”

    “Yeah, but it is a pain in the ass moving field to field.”

    “Tell me about it.”

    “Where do you have fields.”

    “The acreage around the house, then over in Willow Springs and up in Laurel Hill.”

    “Laurel Hill, that is pretty far for moving equipment.”

    “Eli, can I ask…how did you met Bradley?”

    Eli laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t know?”

    “No?”

    “I was messing around with Charlie when Bradley came into the picture. It seems Bradley read Charlie the first time he saw him.”

    “Charlie really surprises me…and Logan too.”

    Eli leaned close, lowering his voice. “The bondage thing?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Does it frighten you, or…do you think you might like it?”

    Hayden looked at Eli, at first scared to answer, but he knew there was no reason to keep secrets from Eli, not about being gay and sex desires. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I saw what Bradley did with Charlie and Logan and now I wonder about it. But you, you don’t do that with Bradley.”

    “I did at first, but it didn’t really excite me. I think about it, consider different roles and arrangements, but I see myself in Bradley’s role, the one dominant.”

    “Really, but…”

    “If I think of being dominant, why do I bottom for Bradley?”

    “Yes?!”

    “That is one role, the dominance thing, but the sex with Bradley is another role. I like sex, top or bottom, and even if I were to ever play the role of master over another, I would still consider sex with them in either role.”

    “But…”

    “But nothing, Hayden. Who says there is a hard fast rule on this. Why can’t I do what pleases me if the other person enjoys it too? What about you? Will you ever submit to Bradley?”

    “I think about it, but…some of the stuff Charlie and Logan did I’m not sure I could do.”

    “Then don’t.”

    “And I don’t think I want Bradley thinking I belong to him; that I’m his slave or whatever.”

    “But you want to experience it to see how you feel about it?”

    Hayden nods. “I think about it when you are there, of going over when it is just Bradley and you.”

    “I’m going tonight. It’ll be later than normal, about nine or so, but Hayden, come over and stop running from what you want.”

     

    After dinner, Hayden lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling telling himself he would not go to Bradley’s place. He wouldn’t do it. Laying on one side, then his back, then his other side, he shifted around trying to settle down. But he couldn’t stop thinking of it and he knew that when it began to get dark, he would watch out for Eli.

    He rolled to his back again and touched himself wondering what Bradley would ask him to do. What would Eli do and how would things play out with him there. He considered what he had seen before and what he wanted to do. He pictured Logan in the stockade, getting fucked, and it aroused him. Cock stirring as he pictured how Logan sucked Bradley then took his cock in the ass, bucking within the stockage. Then he imagined being in the stockade, submitting to Bradley…submitting to Eli too.

    He showered, then pulled out the worn jeans and the frayed t-shirt and dressed. He looked in the mirror and tried to see himself as Eli or Bradley would see him. The t-shirt was stretched and frayed until it hung loose around his torso. The jeans fit snug, cupping his cock and sac and without underwear were plainly outlined in the worn denim. Turning he saw how the jeans followed the contour of his ass. He felt he was too skinny but admitted to himself he did look a bit mischievous and maybe even a little sexy.

    He eased down the stair, out the back door, and stood on the porch watching for Eli to drive up to that barn. He paced back and forth, then sat down. It seemed such a long time before he finally saw Eli. He felt excited, and scared, wondering if he would really go over. He stepped off the porch and went to his car. His parents would assume he was going to one of his friends and wouldn’t realize he was only going next door.

    He pulled next to Eli’s 4Runner and sat for a few long seconds. By now Eli and Bradley would be inside, probably getting out of their clothes already. He climbed out of his car and went to the barn door. A deep breath and a quick hand through his hair, he entered.

    The light was on in the shop area while the rest of the barn was dark. He started for the ladder, then realized the foolishness of it. He stepped down into the central bay and made his way down to the door to the back room. Light spilled out from underneath it, a thin band that illuminated the floor and guided him through the darkness. He heard voices, muffled by the wall, and once again wondered if he should turn around and leave. It wasn’t too late, no one knew he was there. But he reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it.

    “Hey Hayden, you came,” said Eli as the light fell on him with the opening of the door.

    “Yeah…I made it,” Hayden replied, knowing they had to hear the nervousness in his voice. He stepped into the room and stopped, unsure how to approach the guys. They were shirtless, hands on the other’s chest, but still wearing their jeans. Both had their jeans low on their waist revealing the boxers underneath, white for Bradley and red for Eli.

    Bradley turned toward him, openly sized him up, smiling wickedly. “Will you do what I say?”

    “No…I…huh, don’t want to do what Charlie does. I don’t want that.”

    “We’ll do what you want,” said Eli stepping up next to Bradley.

    Bradley smirked at Eli then looked at Hayden nodding his head. “Relax Hayden, I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do. But I do want you to be honest and tell me what you really want.”

    “Come on Hayden, what would you like to do?” asked Eli.

    Hayden considered what was asked. It made him anxious, wondering if he could go through with it. Bradley had scared him, but with Eli there, it changed the dynamics of the situation. He was anxious, feeling the temptation to flee. To just turn and run. He thought of Logan in the stockade, secured in place, unable to flee from the barn even if he wanted to do so. Maybe that is what he needed. The inability to flee. To be held in place, submitting to Bradley and Eli. He knew it was what he wanted. He had waited impatiently all afternoon for Eli to arrive at the barn. He had dressed for it, then rushed over to be here before Eli and Bradley could really get started. He looked at the stockade, what it represented, this inability to let some lingering fear override his desire to be here.

    “I think I want to try that,” Hayden replied, pointing past the two guys toward the stockade.

    Bradley smiled and Eli looked at the stockage then at Hayden with a surprised expression. Hayden watched the two guys, their initial response, then the shared look. When they came toward him and he found himself holding his breath.

    “Relax Hayden, this is about everyone finding pleasure,” Eli whispered as Bradley circled around Hayden coming up to his back while he moved up close staring into his eyes.

    Hayden stares back, looking into Eli’s eyes. He focuses on him as he feels Bradley up against his back, hands moving around his torso, up his chest until fingers rake along his neck. Another hand rubs downward, over his stomach until groping his crotch. A squeeze, then a manipulation of his cock until it begins to respond.

    “Hayden; are you sure about the stockade?” asked Eli in a soft whisper.

    Is he sure? Hayden isn’t sure of anything but how his cock is responding to Bradley’s manipulation. He isn’t sure he should even be in the barn. But he’s sure if he is to stay, to fully submit to Bradley and Eli, he needs to be bound in some manner. He looks over Eli’s shoulders at the stockage with a fleeting image of Logan getting fucked while secured in it, then he looks back at Eli.

    “Yes.”

    Bradley moves his hand up from squeezing Hayden’s cock through the jeans to the top of the waistband. Hayden sucks in, a deep breath, as the hand moves down against his skin. Fingers rake through his pubic hair then touch him. The stroke of a finger, then the feel of them sliding along the elongating shaft until toying with the head. He moans and shudders with the touch of a man.

    There is a kiss to the back of his neck, then around to the right ear. A wet tongue and hot exhales tease it and Hayden angles his head to give Bradley more room while keeping his eyes locked on Eli. He sees Eli reach out caressing his jaw, rubbing a finger over his lips, then moving down and taking the neck of the t-shirt.

    The sound of fabric ripping as Eli jerks quickly against the t-shirt. It rips halfway down the front. Another tug, this time with both hands, jerking the two sides further apart until the shirt is split down the front. Eli pushes it back over the shoulders as he moves to kiss him.

    Hayden submits to Eli, parts his lips as he feels the t-shirt slide down his arms until at his wrists where it tightens, knots up around them binding his arms behind him. Eli rubs his chest and stomach as Bradley tugs at the front of his jeans with one hand, the other holding the bound wrists.

    “We want you stripped,” Bradley whispers as Eli continues to kiss him.

    The jeans loosen around his waist, then slide down until around his ankles. He is pulled forward, forcing him to step out of them and he feels his nakedness. The full exposure through his skin. The touch of hands, of lips, of Bradley’s bare chest against his back. He feels a hand take his cock and stroke it increasing his arousal. He feels the soft denim fabric of Eli’s jeans against the head of his cock and of Bradley’s jeans tight against his ass.

    His nakedness increases his arousal. He no longer thinks of running, of questioning why he is in the barn. He only thinks of his submission to Eli and Bradley, of the feel of their bodies against  his skin.

    Eli steps back and Hayden finds himself being pushed forward, heading toward the stockade.

    “I think you know how this works,” Bradley utters with a chuckle.

    Hayden steps up on the platform then goes to his knees as Eli opens the stockade. He leans forward, sensing how he’ll feel off-balance, having no sense of control of his body. He lays his neck across the center curved cut, then each wrist across the outer two, and the top half is lowered in place. Looking to his right, he sees Bradley make a show of padlocking the two halves together.

    “Eli,” Bradley utters, and Hayden sees Eli come to stand in front of him. He looks at the bare torso then down at the crotch with a familiar shape extending to the left. Eli stands still letting him look up at him, neck down to the bare feet. A warm liquid is poured on his back, then hands rub it over his skin. He feels how it slickens his skin, allowing the hands to move easily over him. Eli loosens his jeans, spreads them open until public hair is visible, then the base of his cock. He works them down, then off each leg, as Bradley rubs the oil down Hayden’s back, over his ass, and down each thigh. Eli strokes his cock to full hardness as a hand rubs up the left thigh, cups, then tugs on his sac, then strokes his hard cock until it too is slick. Eli moves to him, rubbing cock across his face, then puts the head against his lips.

    “Take me,” Eli utters.

    Hayden parts his lips and cock slides through them. It slides over his tongue and pushes to the back of his mouth. At the same time, Bradley pours more oil at the top of his ass, letting it run heavily between his cheeks. He tries to move his head, to work his mouth on Eli’s cock, but Eli holds his head still and slowly fucks his mouth as fingers begin to toy with his ass. A rub over his tight opening, then a slow penetration by one finger. It pumps through his tightness and twists and turns, loosening him to its breach of his hole. Then two fingers enter him, then three, stretching him open, preparing him for cock. His own cock flexes between his thighs.

    Hayden is breathing hard and senses every manipulation of his body. The cock fucking his mouth, the hands holding his head, the fingers working his ass. It makes him shiver and feel his sex like never before. He moans around Eli’s cock and tries to push back on those fingers wanting them to sink deeper into his hole. He bucks in the stockade, not to get away, but to try to increase his pleasure. A flash of Logan bucking in it, and he now knows why.

    The fingers slip out of his hole leaving him feeling empty. But then something bigger, thicker, presses against it. He knows it is Bradley’s cock. He can picture it, how it fucked Charlie, Logan, Eli, and now, pressing against his loosened hole, him. He moans as his hole stretches to take Bradley, the thick cock breaching his opening and slowly sinking into his depths. Bradley soon lays on his back, bare skin against bare skin, as cock is pushed deeper. There is a slow fucking motion, the push inward, a tug out, the another push inward, going deeper and deeper until he feels Bradley’s hips against his ass.

    “Fuck, he has all of me,” Bradley exclaims.

    “That’s it, take us, take both of us,” Eli utters as he pumps his hips faster, fucking Hayden’s mouth.

    Hayden closed his eyes increasing his sense of being penetrated. Cock moving in his mouth, sliding over his tongue and into his throat. Cock in his hole, the fullness of it so arousing his own cock continues to flex between his thighs. Bradley is no longer on his back, instead he feels hands hold his waist with a tight firm grip, then the cock moving in his hole. A tug outward, then a push inward, over and over, slowly at first, but the pace increasing. The fuck becomes so physical, skin smacking against skin, fingers digging into his sides, and all the while, another cock fucking his mouth.

    “Cum in his mouth…come on, Eli…come,” Bradley uttered, breathlessly, as he thrust into Hayden’s depths.

    Eli began to fuck faster, then shuddered and jerked. He pushed into Hayden’s mouth, then pulled back until the head lay on the tongue.

    Hayden felt the cock swell thicker, shudder on his tongue, then blast the back of his throat with cum. Cum continued to erupt from Eli’s cock, thick wads filling his mouth until he had to swallow once, twice, three times. The taste of cum lingered as Eli pushed into his mouth with his still flexing cock.

    “Switch places with me,” said Bradley.

    Suddenly Hayden felt empty. Both cocks taken from him. He rattled the stockade trying to see one of the guys, both now behind him.

    “He’s loose so fuck the shit out of him,” said Bradley, suddenly coming into Hayden’s field of vision.

    Thick long cock stuck straight out, ram rod straight. The head was flared wide and soon against Hayden’s lips.

    “Suck my cock,” Bradley uttered as he pushed it between Hayden’s lips.

    Hayden tried to control his breathing as the cock slid over his tongue and to the back of this throat. It cut off his airway, and he struggled within the stockade for air. Then cock was entering his ass, the penetration then the long slide into his hole. Soon Eli was pressed against his ass with hands holding tight to his waist. Bradley was toying with his own nipples as he fucked cock into Hayden’s mouth. Bradley had a slow deliberate pace. Cock all the way to the back of the throat, then pulled back until the head was on the tip of the tongue. Over and over, Bradley fucked with this slow pace while Eli tore up his ass. Hammering into his depths until the sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the barn. Hayden rocked with the rhythm of it, rattling the stockade and causing him to moan around the thick cock working his mouth.

    “Fuck, Eli,” uttered Bradley as he reached down and held Hayden’s head while increasing his pace. “Goddamn he can take cock.”

    Hayden choked and slobbered around Bradley as Eli hammered his ass. His own cock continued to flex, to swing between his thighs, so hard it ached for release.

    “I can’t…I’m going…fuck,” Eli uttered.

    Hayden felt Eli sink all the way into his depths, shuddering and jerking against his ass. He knew what it meant as Eli’s grip tightened on his waist.

    “FUCK!” Eli exclaimed.

    Hayden felt Eli suddenly jamming hips against his ass trying to push deeper into this hole. Then he felt cum trickling down one thigh as Eli suddenly slowed, then slow fucked him.

    Bradley pulled out of his mouth and stroked his cock right in his face. He saw the cock swell thicker, flex in Bradley’s tight grip, then force him to close his eyes as wad after wad painted his face.

    Then the two guys were behind him somewhere, speaking too low for him to understand. He was still breathing hard as cum dripped from his chin and trickled down his ass and thigh. He could smell it, taste it, Eli and Bradley’s cum. Then he tried to calm himself, lessen his own arousal. But hands touched his back, moved slickly over it. One hand slipped between ass cheeks until fingering his wet hole. Another moved around his torso, rubbed his chest, raking over hard nipples, then down until touching him. Finally touching him, fingers toying with the head, raking down the shaft, then combing through the pubic hair. The hand finally took him, slowly stroking from sensitive head and down the full length of his erection.

    “Please; let me get off. Please,” Hayden begged as the hand toyed with him.

    “The fucker is so ready to pop,” said Bradley.

    “Yeah…finish him off,” whispered Eli.

    Hayden felt the hand move faster, stroke him for release. He bucked in the stockade, tried to work his hips, but his position was too confining, off balance. Bent over with arms and neck held in place, he could only hold still waiting for sweet merciful release. The hand moved steadily increasing his arousal. He felt his cock flex thick and hard in it’s tight grip, then he jerked within the stockade rattling it hard, and came.

     

    Bradley lay on the bed, slowly toying with his cock. Hayden watched him as he rocked in rhythm with Eli’s fuck. Eli thrusting into his depths, over and over, while leaned over his back.

    “The fucker can come three or four times,” said Bradley as way of explanation for why he was taking a break while Eli began to fuck again.

    Hayden closed his eyes as Eli hammered his hole. Hands moved around his torso, one rubbing over his chest, the other taking his cock and stroking it. Hayden felt how the hand moved slickly over his cock. He didn’t know if it was oil or his first load that lubricated it and he didn’t care as Eli brought him back to full erection. He tried to move in the stockade. Tried to work his hips. He desperately wanted to push back on Eli’s cock, to push back until he had every goddamn inch of it. He wanted to push forward to thrust his own through Eli’s fist. But the stockade held him in place, testing him, frustrating him to the point it increased his arousal.

    Eli moved on his back. Body undulating against him, every move mirroring the feel of the cock moving inside his hole. The fullness of it pushing into his depths over and over.

    “Fuck; fuck me, fuck me harder,” Hayden begged as he rattled the stockade then moaned as Eli began to hammer his ass, the sound of it echoing in the barn. A loud staccato that seemed to move the very air. Sweat trickled down his face and his body felt feverish as Eli banged against his ass and stroked his cock.

    Then he was coming, shuddering with every ejaculation. He cried out, then grunted as he sprayed the platform beneath him. Eli had buried cock into his depths and was jamming hips against his ass as he came, then he realized Eli was coming too.

     

    The stockade was empty, the platform covered in pools of cum. On the bed, Hayden smeared oil over Bradley. Unafraid to touch him, feeling confident, as he ran hands over the muscular body, down the arms and legs and around the cock, stroking it to full erection. He daringly got Bradley to roll to his stomach and rubbed the round ass cheeks until they shined in the light, then more daringly slip a hand between them, touching the tight opening.

    “What are you doing?” asked Bradley.

    “Touching you,” Hayden whispered.

    Eli chuckled, then moved behind Hayden. He held one wrist, guiding him to touch Bradley, to work fingers over the tight opening.

    “Penetrate his ass. Let him feel those fingers inside that hole,” whispered Eli.

    Hayden pushed a finger through the tightness, and he felt Bradley push upward.

    “Fucker,” Bradley uttered.

    Hayden looked over his shoulder at Eli with an otherworldly look. He was far away, in some strange land of his own imagining. A place where men lay naked together, touching, kissing…fucking. Eli guided him to move over Bradley, took his cock and aimed it at Bradley’s hole.

    “Fuck his ass,” Eli uttered.

    “Yeah, farm boy, fuck my ass,” Bradley exclaimed.

    Hayden felt his cock breach the tightness as Eli pushed him to sink deeper. He pushed until pressed against the ass and his cock was enveloped in the heat of Bradley’s body.

    “Now fuck him. Fuck him hard,” Eli exclaimed.

    Hayden tugged upward, then pushed back into Bradley, over and over and over, until the metal bed frame squeaked in protest. Until Bradley was pushing up to take him and moaning with the pleasure of their fuck. Then Eli put a hand on his ass making him stop.

    “Let me,” Eli uttered while moving over Hayden.

    Hayden felt Eli’s cock rub over his ass, then slip between the cheeks and press against his opening. He pushed back, tugging his own cock outward.

    “Yeah…you want this cock,” Eli uttered in a breathless whisper.

    “Yes,” Hayden replied as he moved between Bradley and Eli. A push down and he buried cock inside Bradley’s ass. A tug outward, and he was pushing his ass on Eli’s cock. He built up a steady pace, working his body between them, fucking Bradley…fucking himself.

    Eli wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him back causing him to bury his cock inside Bradley, then Eli began to fuck. Fuck hard. Banging against his ass, working his cock with the same brutal rhythm. The sensations were too great and Hayden soon pumped his load into Bradley’s ass, shuddering and jerking with each ejaculation. Eli tightened his hold, pulled him back until his torso stretched out, then filled his hole with cum.

     

    Hayden was surprised the outdoor shower had hot water and he luxuriated in its heat as the water ran over his body. Eli to his right and Bradley behind him, there were soapy hands on the body of someone else, washing away the sweat, oil, and cum. Hayden saw Eli kiss Bradley then turn to him. Lips against lips, they kissed too. Then he turned to Bradley and kissed him. They touched each other, playfully, childishly, until the hot water began to run out.

    They dressed, Hayden in only his jeans, the torn t-shirt tossed in the trash.

    “You need a shirt?” asked Bradley.

    “No, I’m good.”

     

    Fifteen minutes later, Hayden lay in his bed, naked, sated, replaying what he had done with Eli and Bradley. He knew how some of the guys in the region would view it, sex with another guy. The derogatory terms, the meaning behind them. But he didn’t think of himself that way. He had never felt more masculine. Never felt his own sex as he had that night. He rolled to his stomach and stared into the dark corner, picturing Bradley at different times during the night, none more so than when Bradley took his fuck. Then he pictured Eli, those greenish-grey eyes staring at him and the red reflection of light off his hair. He pictured how Eli looked so dark in skin tone when against his own fair white skin.

    Bradley was no longer someone to be feared, instead someone who had shown him such pleasure. But it was Eli he was thinking about when he finally drifted off to sleep.

     

    Two days later, Hayden was riding his bicycle. He wore a loose white tank top and cargo shorts, feeling the warm summer air move over him as he pedaled to keep up his speed. He had gone all the way to Willow Springs and was running along a stretch of road with pine in regular rows on each side. He made his way around a sweeping curve when Bradley came past him heading in the other direction. Looking around, Hayden saw Bradley brake, then turn around, driving down into the ditch and back up on the road, the Jeep easily making the maneuver. He pulled to the shoulder as Bradley pulled up next to him.

    “You’re a long way from home,” said Bradley.

    “It’s not that far. What are you doing?”

    “I was heading home but when I saw you, I wondered if you would do something for me.”

    “Do what?”

    Bradley smiled, looked up the road, then in the mirror behind him.

    “I always wanted to fuck a guy in the woods. You know, take him out there,” nodding toward the pine to their side, “tie him to a tree and fuck his ass. Will you do it?”

    “You want to fuck around in the woods? Aren’t you afraid someone could catch us?”

    “No one goes into these woods except during deer season,” Bradley replied. He reached back into the footwell in back and pulled up a coil of rope. “What do you say?”

    “I don’t know. I’ve been gone for a long time already.”

    “Come on. Let me fuck that ass again. You know you want to.”

    Hayden looked up and down the road, then back at Bradley. He did like the idea of sex. He was hot and sweaty, and for the last few miles began to feel that itch, that desire for contact with another. His cock had begun to stir, and Bradley was right there in front of him, offering him the opportunity. He climbed off his bicycle and rolled it to the edge of the woods as he heard Bradley pull the Jeep off the road and shut down the engine.

    Hayden watched Bradley climb down and head his way where he stood in the edge of the woods. He suddenly felt as mischievous as Bradley. He looked into the pine, seeing the ground was still clean from last year’s burn and they would have to go some ways in to be concealed from passing motorists. He looked over his shoulder at Bradley.

    “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me,” Hayden exclaimed, then he took off running.

    Hayden ran, heading straight into the stand of pine. It was silly, childish, but he laughed as he ran between two rows of pine. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Bradley was giving pursuit but obviously had taken off too late to catch him quickly.

    About two hundred feet in, the grade began to descend toward Aucilla Creek. A washout area forced Hayden to cut over, swinging around a huge magnolia. He could hear Bradley behind him, footfalls growing louder and knew Bradley was gaining.

    A brush against his shoulder, then the tank top was jerked back, forcing him to stop. Bradley had him in an embrace, the two of them gasping for breath.

    “Gotcha,” Bradley finally uttered between breaths.

     

    The tank top lay over a branch and the cargo shorts and boxers lay on the ground in a heap. Hayden was at a tree, a red oak, he believed, but it was just a fleeting question of no consequence. His main focus was the rope tying his hands together around the tree. He was slightly bent at the waist and could feel the gently breeze through the trees caress his exposed skin. His cock hung heavy, and he knew the slightest manipulation would make him hard. Then the manipulation began.

    A hand on his back, rubbing along the spine.

    Fingers combing through his hair, then closing in a fist and pulling his head back.

    “Your mine now, asshole,” Bradley’s voice in his ear. There was a jovial tone to the threat, and Hayden knew it was meant to add to his sense of being bound.

    Another hand rubbing his ass, then working the fingers down between the cheeks until touching him.

    A kiss, so unexpected, on his shoulder.

    “You don’t have to be afraid of me, you know,” Bradley’s voice right behind his head.

    Then another kiss on the back of the neck.

    “Don’t tease me so,” his own voice, sounding almost alien to him.

    Fingers penetrating him, while the other hand is on his cock.

    He is hard, cock curved up between his thighs as the hand strokes it.

    “Bradley,” he whispers.

    Finally, the torture of the manipulation comes to the point cock is pressing against his tight hole. Insistent on its penetration. He shudders with the pain of it, how it stretches more than the fingers, and sinks into his depths.

    Hot exhales on his back as the cock bores deeper and deeper until Bradley is tight against his ass.

    “Fuck…do it…do it. Fuck me, Bradley, fuck me hard.”

    Hands hold his waist, pulling him to ease back one more step, one that bends him further over, arms outstretched. He is off-balance. Bradley holds him in place and fucks. Fucks slow, then fast, then oh so slow. Agonizingly slow. He feels ever inch push through and tug back out as Bradley’s cock moves inside him. Then Bradley tightens his hold and fucks hard. A sudden rush of cock hammering his depths. The sound of Bradley’s hips smacking against his ass echoes through the trees, as do his cries and moans and grunts.

    Then Bradley is jammed inside him all the way and shuddering with release. He feels the desperate pushes trying to get deeper inside him, then the gasping for breath as Bradley leans over his back.

    “Fuck, that was good,” Bradley utters, then he slips free and steps back.

    Hayden waits for release, but Bradley comes next to him and goes to his knees. He watches as Bradley shifts around and sits beneath him, running hands up his thighs, over his stomach, then finally, one hand takes his cock. He expects to be jerked off, but he watches Bradley shift closer while holding his cock up. Then he feels his cock sink into Bradley’s mouth. The slick heat of it is exquisite, a pleasure that makes him shiver. Then he sees Bradley’s head move, back and forth, as he feels the slide of lips along his cock. It doesn’t take long for he is too aroused, too ramped up, and he soon shudders and jerks with release, as his cock erupts wad after wad into the suctioning mouth.

    Bradley keeps toying with his cock, tonguing the head and licking the hard shaft until he is trying to pull away.

    “Bradley, stop. Please stop. I can’t take it.”

     

    As the Jeep pulls away, Hayden wonders how things will progress between the three of them. His view of Bradley has been sharply altered, but not his view of Eli, the one he thinks of most often. Late at night when replaying their sex in the barn. While riding around the fields bush hogging the grass along the lanes and ditches. When standing on the porch watching Logan drive up to the barn. He thinks of their sex.

     

    The next Thursday, Hayden went into town for lunch. In downtown, he pulls into a space just down from the diner. He was surprised to find it was not too busy with a table available at the front window. He eased down in the chair allowing him to face the door so he could watch people come and go. A guy took his order, then brought him a soda. While he waited, he watched the scattering of people out for the day, strolling along the sidewalk. Most seem to be going into the drugstore across the street, but some entered the hardware shop, and others went into the consignment shop.

    In front of the diner, an older man got into a Buick and pulled away. As soon as the space was clear, a white 4Runner pulled into it, making Hayden sit up. He would recognize the SUV anywhere as he watched Eli climb out.

    Eli waved as he stepped on up on the sidewalk, and Hayden watched him go to the front door and enter the diner. He came over and stood by the table.

    “Hey, how are you?” asked Eli.

    “I’m good. How about you?”

    “The same.”

    “Are you here for lunch?”

    “Yes.”

    “I’ve ordered already, but if you want, you can sit with me.”

    Eli slid the other chair out and eased down into, motioning toward the waiter. “Hey Chris, I’m going to sit with Hayden.”

    “Okay,” the waiter replied.

    “You know him?” asked Eli.

    “We went through school together. I’m surprised to see him working here. He was working with an insurance company.”

    The waiter came to the table and took Eli’s order, then came back with an iced tea. When he headed back to the kitchen, Eli turned to Hayden, leaning close.

    “Have you seen Bradley since your little roadside encounter?”

    “I’ve not gone back over, but I’ve seen him stirring around his place.”

    “I think Charlie is going over tomorrow.”

    “It is really regular, isn’t it? Charlie, Logan, then you, every two or three days.”

    “Yes. I’m getting tired of it.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “The sex with Bradley is great but I’m not doing what he wants. The more intense stuff, you know. Charlie loves that shit, and I’m glad he and Bradley have a good time, but…I don’t know.”

    “You don’t like any of it?”

    Eli smiled. “I didn’t say that. I like a guy submitting to me. The idea of tying up a guy and having him submit to me, that I like. I like the control over someone. What about you? You seem to really get into being in that stockade.”

    “I don’t know…I mean, I do know. I like the ability to just give up control, to let myself go. To let someone…”

    Hayden stammered to a stop, unsure how to admit how he liked being controlled, and not just by anyone, but by Eli. Could he ever admit to Eli how he felt drawn to him more than any other guy he has known. More so than Bradley. More so than some of the guys he crosses paths with wondering if they would ever consider sex with another guy. The sex seemed so casual, so platonic, that to consider some aspect of it in a serious manner seemed wrong. Looking at Eli across from him, he wondered why it had to feel wrong.

    “Hey, Eli-“

    “Hayden, you want to go out for dinner tomorrow night,” Eli cut Hayden off, talking over him.

    “Huh?”

    “You can say no, if you don’t want to, but I thought, maybe there was something-“

    “Yes.”

    “Yes?”

    “Yes, I’ll go to dinner with you.”

     

    Hayden approaches the 4Runner, the white SUV seeming to glow in the night under the streetlights. He tries to control himself, to stop grinning constantly as he walks alongside Eli. They were leaving the restaurant after having dinner and talking about their lives, and the secrets they had to keep. What it was like to live in a place lacking the tolerance of other regions. But Eli had asked if that was as true today as it had been in previous years. What if they were out and the community saw there were gay men among them. Men that were neighbors, friends, and family.

    Hayden knew what Eli had spoken of. He had wondered the same thing himself. It had been Bradley that caused him to consider it, and listening to Eli, knew the same was true for him. Bradley had brought them out, pushed them to explore their sexuality, and in doing so, face who they were as a person.

    Eli drove out of the parking lot of the restaurant, down the side street to Government Street, where they had to wait for a gap in traffic. Hayden was surprised by how busy Mobile was at night, having only been during the day to shop at one of the outlining malls or shopping centers. He had never been in downtown and found it an adventure, one of discovery, seeing an old southern city revitalized with new restaurants, bars, coffee shops, and other businesses. Part of him wanted to walk the sidewalks to take it all in, but another sat impatient, one knee bouncing up and down, ready to get to the hotel where Eli had booked them for the night.

    The sign glowed in the night over the lower two story buildings for the hotel was just a couple of blocks ahead. It was so close, yet stuck at a traffic light, still seemed too far away. He wondered if they could walk to it faster.

    A hotel room. It seemed so devious. To his parents, it was just him and friend going to Mobile to goof off for a night. But it was place they could be alone. A place not unlike Bradley’s barn. Out of sight of prying judgmental eyes.

     

    The room was on the fourth floor, and Hayden stood by Eli along the back wall of the cab listening to an older couple in front of them talk about a seafood restaurant they had dined at that night. On the third floor, the couple got out and as soon as the door closed they giggled, not sure if it was about the couple’s conversation or how they were having a similar night. Dinner, then going up to a hotel room. Would the couple be tearing each other’s clothes off and having sex?

    The fourth floor, and Hayden followed Eli down the corridor until at room 422. Card in the slot changing the light from red to green, and Eli opened the door and stood to one side letting him enter the room. He moved into the main area near the foot of the king size bed. Hands came around his waist, lips touched his neck, the side of his face, and when he turned his head, the lips touched the side of his own.

    The hands worked the buttons free on his shirt, then slipped it from his shoulders. A hug, a caress of his stomach, chest, then back down to his jeans where the hands undid them, pushed them down along with his boxers. He kicked off his shoes and worked each foot free until standing naked. Eli hugged him and he felt the fabric of shirt and jeans between them. It made him more aware of his nudity. In the mirror, he saw it. His lean build, the nipples he thought too small and the lack of definition of his chest and stomach, then he saw the hands move down his stomach and toy with his cock. The manipulation of it, then the manipulation of his nuts, working them around in the loose sac, then a playful tug down. He moaned and pushed back against Eli. A hand took his growing cock and stroked it until it angled out hard.

    “Get on the bed,” Eli uttered as he pushed Hayden toward it.

    Hayden moved on the bed, crawling over the mattress on hands and knees until near the head of it. He turned and lay back and watched Eli remove his own clothes. The kicking off of shoes while undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then the jeans and boxers pushed down, and legs slipped free. Eli stood naked at the foot of the bed manipulating his growing cock.

    “I didn’t think…this seems unreal,” Eli whispered, suddenly looking serious. Then he smiled as his hand stroked a cock getting hard.

    “Eli,” Hayden uttered, and he held out his hands summoning him to get on the bed.

    Eli moved over Hayden, kissing his way up the legs, around the hard cock, one kiss placed on its head, then continuing up the stomach and chest until kissing Hayden’s lips. Hayden felt the weight of Eli, the heat of the body and how it moved over him. The intimacy of it was so different from the casual sex in the barn. Hands touched him, cock rubbed alongside his own, as they kissed.

    There were fingers penetrating his ass, lips over each nipple. A soft suction then a playful bite, making him cry out and push up against the mouth. They grew more physical, sexually driven, until Eli guided him to roll over and get up on his knees. A hand guided him to lay his head and shoulder on the bed, then it rubbed over his back and down to his ass. One hand pulled a cheek over while the other guided cock to his opening. He felt the flared head push at his tightness, and he pushed back seeking its penetration.

    “Fuck,” Eli uttered.

    “Yes,” Hayden whispered as he felt Eli squeeze into his hole. Slowly, gently, inch after inch, Eli sank into him until hips pressed against his ass. He moved his hands behind his back and Eli took each by the wrist. He was held in place, submissive, wanting Eli to control him and their sex. He didn’t understand it, how he wanted a man, Eli, to have this control. But it aroused him to have his hands held in place as cock began to move inside him. To move in that familiar manner, tugging outward, then pushing back in, over and over, faster and faster, until it was a fuck. Until cock piston in his hole in a steady rhythm and his own cock swinging between his thighs.

    “Is this how you want it?” Eli asked.

    “Yes.”

    Eli fucked his ass, steadily for such a long time. He rocked with the rhythm of it. He moaned with the fullness of the penetration and grunted when Eli fucked even harder, faster, the sound of flesh smacking flesh so loud in the room. And through it all, Eli held him by the wrists, keeping him bent over.

    Then Eli was crying out as he tried to jam cock deeper into Eli. Hips hammering against his ass as Eli came.

    Eli fell next to Hayden, both still hard. Eli stroked Hayden’s cock, smeared its slick down the shaft and around the head making him shiver.

    “Will you do it?” Hayden asked.

    “Yes,” Eli replied as he climbed off the bed and went to the backpack Hayden had brought. He unzipped it and brought out a coil of nylon rope.

    Hayden fully submitted to Eli. He moved as required, until hands were bound together. Then the legs were tied together at the knees, spread apart, then the rope was looped around Hayden’s neck, and around the rope between the knees, pulling them up until Hayden lay on his back folded up. His ass was spread open, fully revealed for Eli’s pleasure.

    Eli looked down at Hayden, how he had him bound.

    “This is so different than what Bradley does,” Eli whispered as he stroked his cock keeping it hard.

    “Eli…fuck me,” Hayden whispered.

    Eli moved to Hayden, put his cum smeared cock to the leaking hole and pushed. He sank his cock into him while pushing down on the thighs. He folded Hayden in half and fucked. The bed rocked with their movement, the steady shake in rhythm with their movement.

    Hayden felt it, the fullness of every penetrating thrust into his depths, the hands that held his thighs, and the rope that bound him, made him submissive to Eli. His own cock drooled onto his stomach as Eli’s cock piston inside his hole.

    “Fuck me, fuck me harder…harder,” Hayden uttered.

    Eli fucked until his muscles burned with his exertions and sweat began to rain down on Hayden. His body glistened in the dim light, took on a glow that seem to radiate its heat. He pulled out of Hayden, rolling him to his side as he got next to him. He put his cock back to Hayden’s opening and pushed, hard, all at once, burying it inside him. He fucked with a slower, full penetrating rhythm as he held Hayden tight to his body. He kissed the side of the neck then bit the rope tugging on it as he thrust into Hayden’s depths.

    Eli came again, jamming his cock all the way into Hayden then shuddering with release.

     

    The bed was on a boxed platform, so there was no place to tie off the rope. Eli pulled each leg toward a corner and tied the rope to one of the feet of the casework along the wall. One at the desk, the other at the section of drawers. He kept the hands bound and pulled them behind Hayden’s head, tying them off to rope circling the neck. If Hayden pulled too hard with his hands, he would choke himself.

    Hayden was hard, had stayed hard during the binding, cock hovering over his abdomen drooling its slick. Once bound, Eli moved down next to him and toyed with it. Ran a finger over the leaking slit, smeared the slick around the head making Hayden cry out. He leaned over Hayden and dragged his tongue through the pool of it on the stomach, capturing its odd sweetness. He licked his way up the cock, base to head, swirling his tongue around it. Then he slipped his lips over the head and pushed down until Hayden filled his mouth.

    Eli moved on Hayden’s cock, working his mouth up and down until he felt the attempt to push upward. He released the cock and moved up and over Hayden, straddling his chest. He rubbed his own cock across Hayden’s lips, smearing them with his slick. The lips parted and he shifted forward sinking his cock into the mouth. He worked his hips, pumping it through the lips until so aroused, he had to stop.

    Eli scooted back while staring into Hayden’s eyes. They were focused on him, pleading in their stare. He moved over Hayden’s cock working his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass over it. Hayden pushed upward increasing the pressure.

    “Yeah, you like that don’t you.”

    Hayden watched Eli move over him, felt the way Eli’s ass moved on his cock until he was so hard, so sensitive, he didn’t know how much more he could take. Then he watched Eli rise on knees, take his cock, and hold it up. He watched as Eli lowered himself until he could feel the ass pressing down on his cock, then the tight squeeze as Eli opened up to him, letting him breach his tightness and sink into his hole. Down Eli moved, taking inch after inch, until almost seated. Then he began to move up and down, faster and faster, until fucking himself on Hayden’s cock.

    Hayden watched as Eli moved on him. He looked at the lean body with muscle straining with the effort. The cock that flopped around and smacked wetly against the abdomen. He watched his cock come into view, then disappear, over and over, while savoring how it felt.

    “Come inside me,” Eli whispered as he leaned back until resting on his hands. He worked his body on Hayden’s cock, increasing his pace, moving his ass up and down on it with a brutal pace.

    It was too much, and Hayden fell back with eyes closed, and tried to shove upward as his cock erupted. He shook with every ejaculation, then arced his back with the last hard flex of his cock as Eli ground his ass down on it.  

    Hayden felt Eli move and opened his eyes to see him sit up, stroking his cock. Hand moving so fast it was a blur, Eli was stroking it to come. Hayden watched. Eli staring at him, still gasping for breath and sweating until it ran in rivulets down his face. The hand keeping up its fast pace, stroking the wet slick cock. Then the head tilted back, the mouth open sucking in air. Then cum sprayed across his stomach as Eli came.

     

    Hayden wanted Eli to keep him bound during the night, but Eli said he preferred him loose, hands free so they could lay together. So, with Eli up against his back feeling the heat of his body, Hayden settled down, and soon drifted off to sleep.

     

    Hayden was moving in his sleep, stirring with renewed arousal. He slowly woke, feeling Eli moving against him. There were hands touching the other, Hayden half aware of his own manipulations. As he became more aware, he reached back between them, taking Eli in hand. He toyed with the hard cock fingering the head until Eli was pumping it through his fingers. Then he took ahold of it and guided Eli to move over him as he rolled to his stomach. It was a blur of movement. Hayden on his stomach and Eli over him, moving against his back and ass. Then Eli penetrating him, then fucking him, slowly, gently, every movement fully sensed. The undulating of body against body. The slow increase in warmth, of arousal, then Eli hovering over him as cock thrust into his depths and hips smacked down on his ass. He came, cock pumping cum around its head beneath him as Eli sank into his depths and shuddered with release.

     

    There were no more visits to the barn, not by Hayden or Eli. Instead there were nights at Eli’s place, an old farm house he rented a few miles from his folk’s place. Nights spent on the back porch talking, or in bed, Hayden bound at first, then released for the greater intimacy it afforded them. There were plans for the small storage building in the backyard. A place for Hayden to explore his desires, how he wanted to be so belonging to Eli. He knew some of his limitations, but not all, and it was with Eli he wanted to explore them.

    He stood on the back porch at his home, parents inside watching television. He needed to tell them. He had given hints, and it wasn’t until that morning that he suspected his mother was coming to realize what her youngest was trying to say. At lunch, his father has been quiet, giving him concern looks, and he knew his mother had talked to him. It was time to have a talk. If it went sideways, he would go to Eli’s place. It was going to happen eventually, whether forced or not. He didn’t think it would come to that. His sister was coming to visit during the weekend, and he planned to do it then.

    The setting sun illuminated the barn and Bradley’s house, making them appear to glow. He saw Bradley pull to the barn on his tractor, climb down, and move around it. He stepped off the porch, flipping his keys around his finger into the palm of his hand as he went to his car.

    Less than a minute later, Hayden was pulling up next to Bradley.

    “Hey, you finally stopping for the day,” said Hayden as he moved to where Bradley stood.

    “Yep. Time to get cleaned up and something to eat.”

    “I saw Logan was here twice this week.”

    Bradley laughed.

    “Well, I think it is obvious Eli will not be coming back. Nor you.”

    “About that-“

    “Hayden. Look, I know. You want more from someone, a serious relationship, if I’m not mistaken. And I hope you have it with Eli, or find it with someone else. It’s not for me, and you know that, and it makes us incompatible. It was fun dragging you out of your shell. I enjoyed the sex with you, and Eli. I just hope we can be friends, for there are not many around here I trust enough to be close friends.”

    “Yes, of course.”

    “When are you going to tell your parents?”

    “How did you know I was going to tell them?”

    “I didn’t, but for you to have what you want, you have to tell them, sooner rather than later.”

    “This weekend,” Hayden replied, looking at Bradley with a nervous grin.

    “I’ll be sure to steer clear of your father for the next few days,” Bradley replied, grinning back at Hayden.

    “What about you? Will you ever settle down with someone? Charlie maybe?”

    Bradley shrugged his shoulders. “Right now, I don’t really think about it. I’m not saying I won’t settle down with someone, but it is not in the cards right now.”

    They stood quiet for a brief time, both looking at he sun dropping below the horizon.

    “Charlie?” Bradley uttered then laughed. “You think Charlie would be the one?”

    “Maybe,” Hayden replied.

    “What about Logan?”

    “Logan? I don’t think he’ll ever want to settle down.”

    “You’re probably right. I’ll have to confess. Someone else contacted me, saw an old post online and wondered if they could come over. He claims he is twenty and lives only thirty miles away.”

    “You going to invite him over to the barn?”

    “I don’t think so. I get the feeling the kid is lying about his age, and god knows I don’t need that shit.”

    “I can’t imagine having someone’s parents raising hell about you messing with their son.”

    “I worried about that with you.”

    “But it didn’t stop you.”

    “I had seen you around and every time we crossed paths, there was this look about you. I knew, if anyone in this area needed to be dragged out of their shell and fucked, it was you,” Bradley joked, making them both laugh.

    “I never would have guess Charlie Abernathy was such a twisted fuck,” said Hayden once they stopped laughing.

    “Tell, me about it. He was so shy and timid the first couple of times he came over, but that third visit. Geez. He showed up with a six-pack of beer and guzzled three before I could finish one. Then it was ‘Katie bar the door’. He confessed to what he really wanted, having seen it online. We had to improvise that night, but that cross in the back corner, I built that fucker for him.”

    “But you like it as much as he does.”

    “God, he does wind me up.”

    “I need to get back,” said Hayden as he headed back to his car. He opened the door but stood a second looking back at Bradley. “You know Charlie is the one.”

  • Change of Guard

    I was sitting on the toilet, lid closed, in Jeff Taylor’s private office bathroom on the seventh floor of the Taylor building, home of the firm of Taylor, Taylor, and Taylor. My ankles were on Jeff’s shoulders and Jeff, my boss’s boss was gripping my hips, raising my pelvis to his need and in deep, fucking me vigorously. He liked to do me unexpectedly in chance-of-the moment venues. He was my boss’s boss; he had privileges.

    He’d just finished up a staff meeting, with me handing out the paperwork as his twenty-year-old gofer for the meeting. I was fresh out of college and into a very nice, thank you very much, Chicago apartment at Jeff’s expense. I was whatever a male mistress is to him. He laid me whenever he wanted to. He paid my bills and owned my ass.

    The meeting—and the reason for calling it—had been a great success to the extent of hundreds of millions of dollars of profit to the firm.

    Jeff, a robust early forties guy in a family firm, who worked out daily and ran marathons and was one muscular, cut dude, if not a beauty queen, celebrated success with sex. Sex—using a young guy like me—was one form of exercise for him. I was his chosen vessel for his precious seed. He didn’t like women. He liked handsome young guys with frosted hair and a saucy little sway to their gait, young guys who would open their legs and take cock from a forties muscle guy who didn’t have movie star looks, but who was hung, vigorous, virile, and who paid the rent and the taxi fees.

    He was good at it. He exercised regularly in this way. He had a whole lot of experience in fucking young men.

    He liked variety and unexpected venues. So did I. He was in deep, thrusting hard and fast, huffing and puffing, the palms of his hands pressed into the wall behind the toilet. I was panting and digging the fingernails of one hand into his shoulder blades with one hand and jacking myself with the other. This was a piece of cake. I wasn’t going to have a bit of trouble coming for him.

    As he was reaching climax—we worked at coming together—I moved my nonengaged hand to his buttocks to hold him close into me and help, with the pressure of my hand to coordinate his thrusts with the thrusts of my hips back into him.

    We exploded together in a writhing, “Oh, fuck, YES!” mutual liftoff, and breathing heavily and wheezing, Jeff pulled off me and turned immediately and stepped into his shower. It was the signal for me to collect myself and my clothes and to find someplace else to clean up before returning to my cubicle on the fourteenth floor to pretend to do work in a job where my only solid duties were to open my legs for the junior partner in the firm of Taylor, Taylor, and Taylor and to cry out for him what a great cocksman he was.

    Jeff, in fact, was a way-above-average cocksman.

    Jeff Taylor had gotten his rocks off with an angelic young guy with ambitions and good moves in taking cock. He’d appear at my apartment—well, the apartment he paid for—for an extended session. That one too would center on his lust and needs, not mine. He wouldn’t give notice he would appear. He would expect me to be there if he did. My nightlife had become nonexistent. But then he’d demanded monogamy on my part—he liked to bareback—which wasn’t the “me” of me before I had sold myself to him shortly after graduating from Michigan State.

    I waited until after he’d gone back to his desk and then showered, dressed, and took the elevator down to the fourteenth floor. He didn’t even look up from his desk when I walked by him. On my floor I waded through the sea of cubicles, the object of envy and censure of a roomful of other young and middle-aged, lower-middle-level ambitious workers, nearly half of whom probably knew the junior partner was screwing me and guarding my position in the firm. The fact that I had a corner cubicle, with floor to ceiling glass on two sides overlooking Lake Michigan was the tipoff that someone here was sponsoring—and using—me.

    Sheryl had the cubicle next to mine and coveted the move into mine, if she could find a Taylor who fucked women. Taylor Senior was reputed to be years beyond being able to get it up for anyone and both of the Juniors were reputed to be gay. I certainly knew that one of them was. For now Sheryl was out of luck, and she didn’t take it lightly or mince words about it.

    “You’re all aglow,” she hissed as I passed her cubicle to get to mine. “Laid down for him again, did you? He’s got a big one, does he?”

    “As a matter of fact he does,” I said, smiling as I passed.

    Only minutes afterward we all heard the sound of the ambulance on the street below and tuned in to the siren dying right in front of the building. Shortly afterward the rumor flowed along the floor that one of the Taylor Juniors had been taken out of the building. Heart attack, they whispered. Eyes turned to my cubicle. I dared not look up from whatever paperwork sat on my desk, though. And I couldn’t get up and walk across the floor to the elevators to explore what was what.

    A half hour later, a voice lifted over the hubbub saying, “I got a call from Wanda in Human Resources. It was Jeff Taylor. Died on the way to the hospital.”

    Again, all eyes in the room turned to me. Sheryl hissed a quite audible, “Who’s your daddy now, Neal?”

    This time I did stand and slowly walked, through the simmering battleground, to the elevators, which I took down to the garage, got in the Miata convertible Jeff had bought for me, and drove back to my apartment. All the time I drove, I was thinking of steps I had to go through to find someplace smaller and what I had to downsize to be able to fit into it. I couldn’t afford an apartment like that without a sugar daddy.

    I certainly didn’t think I’d find another sugar daddy at Taylor, Taylor, and Taylor. I’d put all of my eggs in one Taylor.

    * * * *

    I’d been sitting in the apartment, not bothering to turn on lights as darkness fell, waiting for the turn in the lock in the door for an hour beyond Jeff’s usual arrival time, if he was coming, before I absorbed that he wasn’t coming. He was never coming again. I wasn’t shackled with the possibility that he would come—and that he’d expect me to be here. I was free to go out, if I wanted, to cruise as I liked to do pre-Jeff. I was aware how bald and unfair the feeling of freedom was that I was having. Jeff had been good to me. He’d paid for all of this. I had luxuriated in Jeff’s fetish for young, good-looking men with frosted blond hair. Jeff had been a highly competent cocksman. He’d gotten me off each and every time. I never had to wonder if a date would get my rocks off.

    I was free, which had its downs as well as its ups. But this meant I could go out, that I could go cruising for the first time in months.

    I went to a trendy gay bar, one where the clientele was wealthy, well-dressed, civilized. I had considered going to a bikers’ bar and letting it all hang out, but decided it was too soon for that. I’d build up to that.

    He said his name was Gary. He was movie star handsome. Dark and sultry. Mediterranean in complexion, possibly Italian. His clothes were expensive and well cut. He was well cut too—trim but appearing to be hard-bodied. He probably was in his late thirties. His black hair was thinning, but he still had it. His mustache and beard were trimmed to a fashionable and flattering permanent five o’clock shadow. His fingers were long, his nails manicured, as he touched my forearm when he slid into the stool next to me at the bar.

    I had no trouble visualize him on top of me, inside me.

    “Can I hope you are here alone?” he asked. His voice was a rich, cultured baritone.

    “Yes, I’m definitely alone now,” I answered.

    “He left you?”

    “Yes, he did,” I answered. “I’m in mourning.” I didn’t specify the nature of my lose. Gary didn’t ask.

    “Not too deep in mourning, I hope.”

    “No, not too deep. Sort of feeling a bit of freedom, I’m afraid. A bit of guilty feeling about that. I haven’t been used to freedom for a while.”

    “Would a drink help? Can I offer you a drink? Would you like to share freedom for a little while? It won’t be for long, I’m afraid. I’m here on business from Houston.”

    “I don’t see why not. This one is about finished—to the drink. I wouldn’t mind the company for a little while either.” Somehow it was easier if it was going to be casual—if he was here today and gone tomorrow.

    “My name is Gary,” he said.

    “I’m Neal.”

    “I’m lucky, Neal—I hope. You are the best looking, the sexiest young man in the room. And you’re sitting here with me.”

    “That’s a nice thing to say,” I said.

    “Do you want to just sit here, or would you like to go someplace with me?”

    * * * *

    He was impressed with my apartment. He fucked me on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking Lake Michigan at night.

    He was both gentle and forceful, each at the right time. He was masterful. His technique was impeccable. He fucked me to the sound of Wes Montgomery on the guitar, kissing and fondling me on the sofa before turning me, reclining along the cushions, deftly getting me naked and giving him a definitely “yes” before he disrobed to show a magnificent, hard-muscled body and long, thick erection. He had me on my back, spreading my legs with his hands gliding up my inner thighs, parting them. He was between them, inside me, slowly pumping, and covering my face and nipples with his kisses with a finesse that required no thought of resisting him in any way.

    Jeff had been nice. Gary was better. I came big for Gary.

    He was big inside me, bigger than Jeff had been, and my passage loved him there, the muscles of the walls coming alive and undulating over the pumping shaft, making love to the cock while it was making love to me. We moved together. We sighed and moaned together. The thrusts increased in intensity and timing. I melted to him. I cried out for him. He demanded it all and I surrendered to him. We came together. He turned me over, draped over the arm of the sofa and mounted and penetrated again. I ran my hand under my belly and took care of my own cock, while his pumped my ass channel from above and behind. We came together again to the sound of our own passioned cries. The Wes Montgomery record was long finished.

    He carried me into my bedroom and ravished me again on the bed. Again and again, each time the attentive love at the beginning and the conquering warrior at the end. He stayed the night. I came a third and a fourth—and in the morning, a fifth—time. I’d never come so often, even by my own hand. Gary reached and fucked me in the core—again and again. Jeff had never been able to reach me there.

    Only later did I realize it was all barebacking. I didn’t give a shit.

    When he finally left me the next morning, I didn’t want him to go. I never wanted him to take his cock out of me ever again.

    * * * *

    A week later, I heard the rise in hushed chatter across the fourteenth floor as I sat in my cubicle. I looked up to find the other Junior Taylor—the other one than Jeff—standing at my door. Craig Taylor, a carbon copy of his deceased brother, if a bit younger and a little pudgier. He wasn’t the marathon runner that Jeff had been. Of course, he was still alive and Jeff was dead, so he may know more about the secret to life than Jeff did.

    “What are you doing for lunch?” he asked, all of those across the floor straining to hear what was said. The Taylors did not come to the fourteenth floor. The rumor was that they didn’t even know it existed. “I thought we should talk,” he added.

    “My time is your time,” I said. “When?”

    “Now would be a good time,” he said. As I stood and shuffled the paperwork on my desk into a single pile—not having much knowledge even what was in the pile, I looked past Craig into the next cubicle. Sheryl was looking totally pleased with herself. We had both been waiting for the ax. My guard was gone. We both had assumed the security men would descend on me at any moment to pack me up and escort me to the elevators. I’d already done most of the packing up myself. It was just sort of weird that a Taylor would be swinging the ax in public himself. My relationship with his brother must have really pissed him off.

    All eyes on the fourteenth floor followed Craig Taylor and me to the elevators. Most of them had never even laid eyes on Craig before and only knew it was him because of the buzz that flowed over the room.

    Lunch was in the Torali dining room at the Ritz-Carlton on East Pearson at Water Tower Place. I was, I thought, at least being kicked out in style. And then it hit me. I had something on the Taylors. My relationship with Jeff was worth money now, if I wanted to leverage it. I had been Jeff’s gay lover. The Taylor firm was Old World conservative in Illinois. My silence would be worth something.

    But would I go there? I didn’t think so. That wouldn’t be fair to Jeff and Jeff had been good to me. I didn’t think I was that much of a gold-digging asshole. But I was intrigued that the Taylors would see me as enough of a threat to wine and dine me like this.

    It wasn’t anything like that, though.

    “I know what you and Jeff were to each other,” he said after we’d ordered.

    It made it sound romantic, when it was just a business transaction—at least for Jeff. I was tail he wanted enough to pay well for it. I was tail he got. I reached a decision at that point. I wasn’t going to fleece the family.

    “It’s OK,” I said. “I’ll leave quietly. I’m already packed up at the office. I’ll vacate the apartment at the end of the month. It’s paid up until then. You can have the keys to the Miata now if you wish. It’s parked in the office garage.”

    “You misunderstand,” Craig said, reaching over and touching my forearm. Instant recognition. This, indeed, wasn’t what I’d thought it was.

    “All the time Jeff was courting you—and then fucking you—I longed for it to be me,” Craig said. “Now it can be me, if you want to just continue. Stay in the apartment. Keep the Miata. I’ll sign the papers on the car over to you, if you wish. Jeff should have done that. He was always scared you’d leave him and he wanted to keep you close. I’ll even buy you an apartment and put it in your name. It can be the one you’re in, if you want. I ache for you. I’ll be better to you than Jeff was.”

    “I don’t know what to say,” I answered. And I didn’t. This was an even better deal than I’d had with Jeff. In many ways, Craig was nicer and better looking than Jeff was. He wasn’t as fit, but in the dark . . . and we’d played tennis together and I’d seen him in the shower. He was long and thick enough for me to feel it. This was an option I hadn’t considered—that I hadn’t even known might be an option.

    “I have a room here at the Ritz-Carlton,” he said. “Come upstairs with me. I ache for you.”

    “That wouldn’t be a ‘yes’ necessarily,” I said. “This is unexpected. I’d have to think about.”

    “Sure, think about it. Come upstairs with me. I’ll give you all the cock needed to give it a good thought.”

    If was just a fuck. I was a long way from being a virgin—or monogamous, for that matter.

    * * * *

    The sex was OK. Craig wasn’t as vigorous and virile as Jeff had been, but he wasn’t as cruel and self-absorbed, either. I did most of the work, with him on his back the first time and me riding him, first facing him and then away, in a Cowboy. After coming and resting, I stretched out on top of him, facing the ceiling, and we did a Crab position, with him under me, pumping up into me and me raising and lowering my channel on the cock.

    He was endowed well enough. We didn’t come together, but he made sure I did come, which Jeff never worried about.

    It wasn’t fully satisfying, but given time . . . we could learn to come together in time. I could learn to live without vigor and hung cocks . . . and muscle studs.

    We had fucked into the dinner hour, so we ate dinner at Torali again.

    “I have the room for the night,” he said. “We could go up again and—”

    “Not tonight, please,” I said. “I have some thinking to do. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

    “But you let me fuck you more than once. That’s a good sign, isn’t it?”

    “It’s not a bad sign,” I answered.

    I don’t know why I was reluctant. Full satisfaction hadn’t been required with Jeff. Craig was offering a better deal. Full satisfaction would be something I could work toward . . . with Craig.

    I gave him an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry, it won’t take me long to decide.” This changing of the guard was more complicated, though, than I’d thought it would be. Of course, the options had improved.

    Giving him another smile, I got up and walked out of the hotel onto East Pearson Street and into Chicago at night.

    * * * *

    I walked the streets, doing more thinking than watching where I was walking. I wound up at the same gay bar I’d went to a couple of weeks earlier, the day that Jeff had died. I went in.

    “You’re back at the bar,” a voice, a low, rich baritone, said.

    “Gary?” I said, turning to him as he perched on the barstool beside me, and put an arm around my shoulders. “I thought you would have returned to Houston by now.”

    “My business here was extended. But it’s about time to go back, yes. I don’t feel like I’ve finished all of the business here, though. Buy you a drink . . . again?” his long, sensuous fingers played with the hair on my forearm. I got the definite feeling that the “again” was referring to more than a drink.

    “Sure,” I said.

    This time he fucked me on the carpet just inside the door to my apartment, willing me to my knees with a “I’m sorry, I can’t wait;” unzipping; sliding into my mouth; and holding my head between his hands as I gave him deep head. He just assumed I’d fall into it—that I wanted him that badly. He wasn’t wrong. With him, we just couldn’t meld fast enough.

    As it always was with Gary, at least at the start before we both lost control, the move into sex was gentle, sensual. He didn’t push me to the floor. He gave me a sensual look that made me want to kneel and worship his cock—and then to position myself on all fours to feel him slide into me and rise and fall on my back, a rolling canter across the meadows rather than a controlling, demeaning assault. Gary had a way of telescoping to me the obsession to have him inside me, possessing me, making me his.

    This was something more than just sex. I’d never felt this way before.

    From that point forward—after I had given him engorging suck—it was all about me. The act of giving him an erection itself was for me—to receive the pleasure of having it, filled out long and hard, inside me. All about my pleasure of sheathing the cock, taking it huge and deep, killing me in the core. He stripped me, staying clothed himself for that first fuck.

    “I’ve got to see you naked. You are magnificent,” he had murmured, and I had stood there, trembling, completely stripped in every way as he devoured me with his eyes and then with his hands. He could have told me to do anything then, and I would have done it.

    “Down. On all fours,” he whispered. “Give yourself to me. Let me mount you. Take my cock.” He guided me onto all fours there on the carpet inside the door to the apartment. He mounted me and fucked me in a Doggy, running a hand under my belly, and coordinating the rise in cum for both of us. We came together. He worked at and ensured that we came together. Above all he ensured that I was invested in the coupling and satisfied.

    He pulled me up from the floor and carried me into the bedroom. There he stripped as well, put me on my back, ran his hands up my legs, coaxing them open. Staring down at my body, naked and vulnerable, he whispered, “You are so beautiful, so sexy, so fuckable.” Reveling in the attention and praise, I arched my back and moaned, gasping at the majesty of his enormous erection—hard for me—as he held me in that open, vulnerable position, both of us knowing I was on the cusp of being ravished again—that that huge erection would soon be inside me again, reaching for and finding my innermost core, slaying me there.

    He stood there between my thighs, stripping off his clothes, showing me by his erection how much he wanted me—that he would take me again and again. I slowly writhed under him, moaning.

    “Fuck me again,” I begged. I knew he could do it. He fucked me constantly the night we’d spent together before.

    Grasping my legs, he put my ankles on his shoulders, presented and penetrated, and fucked me in a deep, probing missionary. Once again, he ensured that we came together.

    He stayed the night, fucking me in a different position nearly every hour, stretching and filling me, digging for and reaching my core. Ravishing me there, killing me, taking no prisoners.

    Each and every time we came together.

    In the morning, with dawn creeping in through the floor-to-ceiling glass window next to the bed, he said, “Two days and I return to Houston. I want you to come with me. I have no strings or secrets as the Taylors do.”

    “You know the Taylors?” I asked. “You know about me and Jeff Taylor?”

    “Yes. It’s the Taylor firm I’ve had business with here. It’s sad Jeff is gone, but I had my eyes on you from the first time I saw you. I returned to that bar every night, for two weeks, waiting for you to return to me.”

    “You knew I would come?” I asked. I hadn’t known myself, but now I knew he was right. I always was going to return.

    “Yes, I knew. I knew from the way I satisfied you—that what you wanted was satisfaction. I knew by the way you trembled and melted under me each time we came together.”

    He was right. I did shudder and go to heaven each time he brought us off together. That did satisfy me.

    “I want you to come to Houston. No separate apartment. You can live with me. Everyone knows I am gay and go with younger men. No pretending or hiding. Think about it. Come with me now. When you’re settled, you can come back to close down here.”

    We had come together every single time. He had made each shared climax magic.

    “There’s nothing here I need to close down,” I said. “None of this is mine. I don’t need or want anything here.”

    He took that as my acceptance of leaving with him and not coming back, as well he should.

    He made me come with him, every single time.

  • Col and Andri: The Vanna Stallions

    Andri’s Choice

    “Look, Andri: the Pass of the Sun lies just ahead. We’re nearly home! Tonight we can sleep in our own bed.” Col said, shading his eyes with his hand.

    “Thank the Mother-of-All,” Andri, his lover and spouse, replied. “I hope we can settle into a quiet routine. I like travelling, but I’ve had my fill of adventures for a while.”

    Col laughed. “Do you really think things will be quiet?”

    Andri sighed. “Alas, no. We have been through so much. Events are, even now, still shaping us. Our work isn’t done.”

    “Let’s just take it as it comes, ves’tacha. Look: the mountain hawks welcome us!”

    The peaks of the ArMorican mountain range stood like a barrier between the High Plateau and the sea. The sentinel crags guarding each side of the Pass reared high before the party of travellers, and white-winged birds of prey soared between them in the clear morning air, lazily circling on the rising thermal currents.

    “Two of them is a good omen,” remarked Col.

    Col and Andri travelled with their guards, Aled and Gethen, their groom, Keven, and many horses: their mounts and packhorses, the two Vanna stallions, and the selected twenty mares for the new warhorse breeding program ordered by the Warlord, Samir, of Torrent Mountain. The mares were in the care of four herders from the horse camp on the High Plateau, who would return after delivering their charges.

    Consequently, it took some time for the entire train of men and beasts to descend as far as the upper pastures, the grazing grounds for the ArMor-ys Redoubt horses. The four herdsmen remained with the mares while Col’s party continued their descent.

    Presently, they arrived at ArMor-ys. The huge Redoubt was largely unseen, being built into the mountain, but the stone buildings of the ancient College complex lay before it. Guards greeted them, welcoming Col’s party.

    They split into two groups at that point; Col, Keven and the Vanna stallions to the stable yards and Andri, Aled and Gethen to the College.

    “I’ll report to Horsemaster Gabrien first, ves’tacha,” said Col. “Then I’ll come to our room.”

    “We will meet with Master Daraou this evening, but tomorrow is soon enough for formal debriefings. Let’s just wash, eat, rest and unpack today. Don’t be long with Gabrien, my love. You can have a more in-depth meeting tomorrow.” Andri raised a suggestive eyebrow.

    “Time enough then to take him up to the mares, but he’ll want to see the stallions straight away,” Col replied.

    “You mean, you want him to meet the stallions straight away—I can see right through you, my husband!”

    “There is that,” Col said, grinning.

    *    *    *

    “Ah! Hot water, and more hot water. The luxuries of being home!” Andri exclaimed as he soaped his body.

    “Here, let me . . .” Col took the sponge and washed Andri’s back as they stood in the tiled bathing room under the shower of water that sprayed over a high stone ledge. Their mutual bathing inevitably turned into sexual play.

    “I can never get enough of you, ves’tacha!” Col exclaimed as Andri knelt before him, water sluicing off his back as the young bard sucked his cock.

    *    *    *

    That evening, both young men were summoned by Master Daraou, to whom Andri was apprenticed. They stood before him in his crowded study as he addressed them.

    “Tomorrow, while Col attends his business with Horsemaster Gabrien, you and I shall meet, Andri. I shall expect a full accounting of the music and stories of the Wanderers that you’ve learned, plus your insights into the culture. You will perform some of your material in the next several days.”

    “Of course, Master Daraou. But I have other news—“

    Daraou interrupted him. “If you are going to tell me that you and Col are now hand-fasted, I already know. Some time ago, our acolytes received a telepathic message from the Seer, Eleni, Col’s grandmother, who informed us you had taken vows together and that Col is the father of a child. This poses some problems concerning your studies.”

    Col spoke up quickly. “Our hand-fasting was something that the time demanded. The currents of—how do you call it? Fate? But they led us to an inevitable event. As to Andri and my child, we have sworn to be involved in his life. I hope that any difficulties this causes can be solved, Master Daraou.”

    “It was a culmination of probabilities, Master,” Andri interjected. “You have taught me that when the time demands an action, the correct course is boldness.”

    “Peace, Andri. I do not need convincing. As I said, there will be challenges, but a solution presents itself. Next spring, you will be in your fifth year of study, and part of that is assigning you to a field posting for three moons. With the Grandmaster’s blessing, I can send you to the Wanderers. Seer Eleni has already said you will be welcomed by Col’s people. But you must fulfill your apprenticeship tasks there, and you must study hard this year.”

    “Master, I will—“ Andri started, but Col interrupted him.

    “He will work his ass off. And I will support him all I can. Horsemaster Gabrien wants more stallions, and I will be his emissary.”

    Andri tried hard to bite his lip and refrain from admonishing his partner, but unexpectedly, Master Daraou smiled.

    “I commend your concern and commitment, Col. We will work towards this goal over the rest of the year. Now, I have a message for you from Grandmaster Neven-Tanet himself. Both you and Andri will meet him tomorrow at the first evening bell. Do not be late.”

    Andri felt a nervousness in his stomach as he considered the meeting. “Do I need to take my harp?”

    “If the Grandmaster desires it, a harp will be provided.”

    Before dismissing them, he added a last comment. “I am pleased to see you both back in one piece, except for you,  Col. Yes, I noticed your gold tooth. There’s a tale there you must tell me when time allows. But you fulfilled your duties, apparently, and kept Andri and young Keven safe. I trust that your guards, Aled and Gethen, did their job.”

    “Admirably, Master. They are to be commended,” Andri said, bowing formally to his teacher.

    *    *    *

    The next day promised to be a busy one. The couple arose early for their respective appointments; Andri to Master Daraou and Col to see Horsemaster Gabrien.

    Col entered the stable complex and was greeted by several of the grooms.

    “I will be at the stalls of the new stallions,” he told one young lad. “Please fetch Horsemaster Gabrien.”

    “Yes, Col—I mean, Assistant Horsemaster Col,” the boy said, flushing with embarrassment.

    “That’s a mouthful to say, don’t you think? I’m still just Col!” he laughed.

    The two Vanna stallions had been placed into large adjacent stalls inside the stable building reserved for the ArMor-ys guardsmen’s horses. These were specially trained for patrol and combat. As Col approached, he could hear Keven singing inside the black and white stallion’s enclosure. He was spreading out wood shavings onto the stall floor.

    “Good morning, Col. Are you recovering from our journey? It feels strange to be back, doesn’t it?”

    “It does indeed. Andri will be returning to his classes, and I—“

    “You will be training these stallions and their progeny when the new foals are born,” said Horsemaster Gabrien, approaching them.

    Col looked up, smiling at the Master of Horse, a muscular and fit man of middle age with a head of iron-grey hair and a well-trimmed beard.

    “Gabrien, I’m looking forward to that. Our two stallions have already shown that they’re bold and tireless. Keven has done a great job with them, refining their manners and helping me develop their gaits and manoeuvres.”

    Gabrien nodded. “Even stud horses need to be trained and handled well. It makes them gentler and more controllable when they cover the mares. I’m assigning Keven as the head groom in our new breeding program with these two stallions and the twenty mares your herders brought down.”

    Keven grinned happily. “I was hoping you’d say that, Horsemaster!”

    “Col, I want us to take the Vanna stallions out now and visit the mares in the upper pasture. I have already arranged for five grooms to work under Keven to look after the mares.”

    Keven looked proud of his new responsibilities. He said, “These two are already fed and brushed. I’ll get them saddled up straight away.”

    *    *    *

    Col and Gabrien approached the waterfall not far from the upper pasture, where they had spent time examining the mares and slowly introducing the stallions to them.

    “Let’s take a break here. We can discuss our findings,” Gabrien said, dismounting.

    Col looked around at the glade. “Here” was the spot where Col and Gabrien had previously explored their sexual attraction to one another before Col had set out on his mission. The two men sat on the soft grass by the side of the falls, close enough that they occasionally felt a drift of spray. It felt refreshing in the warm, clear air.

    Col, feeling hot, removed his padded vest and stretched back on the grass.

    “I’ve thought of names for the Vanna stallions. The paint will be named Shadow Warrior, and the silver-maned black is Brav.”

    “Any particular reason?”

    “But of course. Wait till I tell you about all our adventures! Shadow Warrior, or just Warrior, took me on a perilous journey up the side of Cadair Annwn, right to the shores of Llyn Cau. Andri informed me of the legends tied to that mountain.”

    “So you didn’t encounter the monster?” said Gabrien, laughing.

    “As a matter of fact—never mind just now, I’ll tell you later. The other stallion’s name, Brav, is because he carried me in a fight against hostile soldiers and displayed a great and fearless spirit. Gabrien . . . I killed men.”

    The Horsemaster listened intently as Col recounted the events surrounding the theft of his horses, the fight, his subsequent capture by Garth Mellea and being forced to kill more guards during his escape with his companions.

    “But I accept what I’ve done,” Col finished, “and it will not deter me in future actions. I knew that when I took up the sword, but the actual doing is hard on my spirit.”

    “The important choices are never easy, but if you did find it easy to kill others, then something’s wrong,” responded Gabrien.

    They sat in silence for a while until Gabrien laid his hand on Col’s arm. “Look at me,” he said.

    When Col looked up, his gaze was caught by the Horsemaster’s, and it seemed the pitiless look of a bird of prey. But then Gabrien leaned forward and kissed Col’s mouth, probing it with his tongue. Col responded. When they broke apart, both wordlessly undressed until they lay naked on the grass.

    Col leaned over Gabrien’s firm body, caressing his genitals until the Horsemaster’s cock stiffened into a glistening rod with pre-cum dripping from the tip. He placed his lips over the glans and sucked it lightly at first, then, swallowing the cock’s entire length, his sucking became stronger. He smelled sweat and the man-musk of Gabrien’s ball sack, which excited him.

    Then Gabrien pulled Col off his penis and moved over to reciprocate, nuzzling and sucking Col’s erect phallus. Col groaned and pushed Gabrien’s head down, holding it over his cock.

    Gabrien rolled free. “Turn over,” he commanded. When Col was on his hands and knees, Gabrien spread the copious pre-cum from his cock over the shaft and slowly pushed it into the young man’s anal opening.

    Col shuddered, especially when Gabrien reached up and pulled on his nipple, which immediately formed a stiff point.

    “Do you want it, Col?” the Horsemaster asked in a low voice. “Do you want my cock inside your ass?”

    “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” Col acknowledged.

    “Alright, then.” Gabrien’s firm shaft pushed in deeper, and he commenced a rhythmic stroking that caused the younger man’s body to shudder.

    “Don’t stop: fuck me harder.” Col pushed back against the invading phallus, meeting each stroke with his body.

    Gabrien increased his tempo until his hips worked rapidly, pumping his cock in and out, his balls slapping against Col’s. “Stroke yourself, and tell me when you’re about to cum,” he instructed.

    Col’s hand slid to his cock, and he began to jerk off. He felt his pre-cum coating the head as he agitated the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the glans. Gabrien’s fucking battered him, and he pulled on his cock harder. He could feel the crest of an erotic wave building inside his body and knew his ejaculation was imminent.

    “I’m going to cum: give me your load,” he gasped between indrawn breaths. Then Col felt Gabrien’s cock pulse and spasm, and he clenched his muscles about it.

    As Gabrien shot his load, Col’s semen jetted out of his cock. Knowing the Horsemaster was cumming inside him sent him over the edge as he surrendered to his body’s powerful forces. He tossed his loose, black curls over his forehead as he bucked and strained, part of his spirit freed like an untamed stallion. It was release; it was freedom being fucked by someone who not only understood what he had been forced to do but who had trained him to fight and survive.

    Spent, they rolled together onto the soft turf and lay, hearts beating wildly until their responses calmed. Then Gabrien took Col in his arms, and they kissed each other deeply.

    *    *    *

    When Col returned to his and Andri’s chamber late in the afternoon, his lover was already there, playing a Wanderer ballad on his harp.

    “How did your meeting with Master Daraou go?” Col asked.

    “Good, I think. Eleni told me what information I could share and what to keep private. Several Masters were present, and they understood when I informed them. But I demonstrated some Brigaki djilia, the Sorrow songs, and even the Mulengi djilia, the Spirit songs, although I was careful to choose a harmless example. I played the lute instead of my harp. The whole time, I was feeling unworthy.”

    “Why?”

    “Who am I to represent your people’s music?”

    “A bard with a gifted voice. Isn’t a travelling bard expected to know the music of other people and cultures? Don’t be so hard on yourself. Both Grandmother and Silvanus approved of your mission,” said Col, placing an arm around his lover’s back.

    Andri buried his head in Col’s shoulder. Then he looked into his husband’s eyes. “You’ve been with Gabrien, haven’t you?”

    “Is it that obvious?”

    “I can smell sex— actually, it’s arousing me. I want to fuck you myself.”

    “Whoa, that was a quick turn of subject! Okay, I’ll just go wash—“

    “Don’t,” Andri said with an uncharacteristically wicked smile. “I want to reclaim you, just as you are. It’s an animal thing.”

    Col was surprised but didn’t object. “I will take any offer you give me, ves’tacha.”

    Andri helped Col undress quickly. He pushed Col over the bed before stripping off his own clothes. His cock was already hard as he pressed against his lover’s ass.

    “Tell me what you did—I don’t need to know what you talked about, just how he fucked you!”

    “Well, we kissed, then sucked each other’s cocks, then Gabrien mounted me from behind . . .”

    “Like this?

    “Ouch! Yes. Aren’t you going to use some lubricant?”

    “I don’t need to. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

    “Yes—“

    As Andri thrust his cock inside Col’s anal passage and started moving his hips back and forth, Col wondered at his lover’s unaccustomed sexual aggression. But he understood animals and recognized that Andri was right: he needed to leave his mark on his husband. Col was caught up in his lover’s feverish excitement, and Andri’s fucking rapidly brought him to climax.

    “You’re making me cum, ves’tacha!”

    “I intend to. Do you surrender?”

    “I always will. I’m cumming now—aah!”

    Andri kept thrusting aggressively until he, too, ejaculated, and it seemed to Col that he could feel the hot sperm inside him, mingling with Gabrien’s.

    Andri kissed Col’s back when they had finished, saying, “Let’s go wash. I’ll help you clean out. Then we had better make haste: our meeting with the Grandmaster will occur shortly. And—I love you. I just couldn’t help myself.”

    “I’ll submit to you anytime you wish, ves’tacha.”

    “It won’t be too often. I like you being in control when we make love.”

    *    *    *

    A red-robed acolyte came to their door to escort them to see Grandmaster Neven-Tanet. Andri and Col were bathed and ready, with Andri dressed in his dark green student attire, covered by the cloak that displayed his badge of rank and the brooch gifted to him by Strategos Arcturus of the Deieros warriors. Col wore the formal attire of a Horsemaster, with a crested tabard over his black shirt and breeches. Andri thought his lover looked darkly handsome and self-assured.

    They walked through long, high-ceilinged corridors out of the students’ wing, through the College and across to the building that housed the priests and master bards.

    The faint smell of incense permeated the air, and the sound of their footsteps echoed off the stone walls. At last, they reached the tall carved doors that led to the Hall of Silence, the Grandmaster’s meditation chamber. Their escort took them inside and presented them to a priest, an older man with silver hair in multiple braids in the old style.

    The large chamber’s main focus was a broad, shallow reflecting pool with tilework of turquoise and gold patterns of nature, flowers and animals. Alcoves flanked either side of the pool, with six graceful arches on each side. Light streamed in through several high windows of coloured glasswork that created a mosaic of bright patterns on the chamber floor. A dais with shallow steps at the end of the chamber provided the Grandmaster’s seat. Two braziers lightly smoking with incense were placed at either side of the platform, and the vapour curled in the coloured light from the windows.

    Andri and Col had previously met the Grandmaster several times, and to Col, he looked unchanged, wearing white robes that matched his long snowy hair and beard. But this time, a visitor sat cross-legged beside him, holding a very recognizable harp of purple wood. It was their friend and more than friend, Brynnan.

    To say that Col and Andri were surprised was the least of their reactions, and Andri’s face betrayed shock as an awful but undetermined premonition gripped him. He knelt with Col before Neven-Tanet and touched his head to the stone in a gesture of deep respect. The Grandmaster was renowned for his wisdom and good judgment.

    “Relax, my young friends,” said the Grandmaster. “We have matters of import to discuss, but I would prefer to do it informally to set you at ease, for I would know your hearts.”

    The priest who greeted them brought a tray bearing glass goblets of green wine and served them. Then he withdrew from the chamber. Andri looked around for a customary scribe but could see no one else.

    “Yes, we are alone for our meeting. Just you and me and the Marec Mavrenn.”

    Andri felt the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach increase. To ease his mind, he took a sip of the green wine, then froze. He instinctively recognized what they were drinking.

    “You told me of the green wine of Annwn! Is this it? But how—and why?”

    Brynnan, speaking for the first time, answered him. “A gift from my father, Arawn.”

    Andri’s shock remained. “But only those of Annwn can drink of it! We are not yet dead . . .”

    “Well observed!” said Neven-Tanet with a wry smile. “But all of us present are marked by Annwn’s  King, are we not? You, Andri, bear the Arawn’s mark on your shoulder; Col has rendered his pledge to that Dread Lord; Brynnan is his son, and I—let’s just say Brynnan saved my life and leave it at that.”

    “Grandmaster, may I speak?” said Andri.

    “But of course. I summoned you here for that purpose.”

    “Are we to be expelled? Col and I are hand-fasted: we have a son, who is being raised right now by Col’s brother and his wife, and we swore to uphold the child and spend some part of the year with him: all without your permission. We did not tell you.”

    “You are telling me now, are you not? I have been kept informed by the Marec Mavrenn and by Col’s grandmother, the Seer Eleni, who has a true vision. No, you are safest in the College, pursuing your course of studies here. But I have also spoken to Master Daraou, who has informed me of your future study and travel plans.”

    “Thank you, Grandmaster. We—“

    “Don’t thank me yet, Andri. There’s more. Brynnan will help explain.” Neven-Tanet inclined his head to the Master Bard.

    “You, Andri and Col, are the sons of my heart. You have been a significant part of my journey, and I am in your debt.”

    “No, Brynnan, we are in yours—” Col started.

    “Hear me out.” But instead of immediately explaining, the Bard knelt upright, drawing his harp, Mavrenn, to his shoulder and began to play.

    It was a wordless tune, exquisite in its simplicity and harmony, music that seemed to tug at the soul. To Andri, the harp had never sounded so enchanting, and it bound him. He felt Col take hold of his hand.

    Then Brynnan did speak. He told of being the Marec Mavrenn: his duties, responsibilities and experiences.

    “The Servant of Ravens is also the servant of his people, living and dead. He sends the dying body’s soul on its journey. I do admit, however, that historically that duty has not involved escorting the soul through the Shadow ways that lead to the final gate. That is an inheritance from my Father to me. But since I came into that inheritance, I am drawing farther from humanity: I have died twice and been reborn with my Father’s aid. My journeys have taken me far from my homeland and its people. I have been the Marec Mavrenn all my life—not that it has been that long—since I was a youth. I used to travel the length and breadth of our country. I would spend the night in crofter’s homes and serve the poorest of them with my music as if they were kings. I watched over their sick, listened to them, and led the souls of their dead to the Dread Portal. But it seems that my life has now diverged.”

    “Brynnan, what are you saying?” Andri asked, feeling deeply troubled.

    “I can sojourn in the Blessed Realm in my living body. I can direct the storm and ride with my Father in the Wild Hunt. And I have the ability to summon the Void, to invoke the powers of the Abyss. There is no place for a man with my powers, let alone a simple bard who talks with ravens. And my powers grow.”

    He looked deeply into Andri’s eyes. “You, my heart’s son, are my heir and Mavrenn’s choice. She accepted you when you played her at the Wanderer’s Spring Gathering.”

    “You were testing me!”

    “Yes. In that, I’m afraid I take after my Father. I had to know if my instincts and premonitions would be born out.”

    “But now I am bound to this? It is too great a responsibility.”

    Andri’s face was white; he felt the pressure of his lover’s hand and knew Col was equally distressed.

    “Ves’tacha,” said Col. “Alas, I feel this in the currents of the Time-To-Be.”

    “Can I not control my own fate?” Andri responded.

    “Of course, you can,” said Neven-Tanet. “You can refuse. I recall having a similar conversation with a certain young bardic apprentice when Mavrenn chose him instead of his Master, who had challenged for the privilege. But you do not have to decide yet. Years can pass before Brynnan’s fate becomes inevitable. You will have time to prepare, and you will have all the support you need—assuming you want to become a bard?”

    “Of course I do. One of my greatest fears is of losing my place here. But Col . . .”

    “Your commitment to each other need not stand in your way, and you may still raise your child as you and Col wish—and be an emissary to Col’s people.”

    Col spoke. “I think we should seriously consider this, ves’tacha. Did you not say that understanding the currents of the Time-To-Be demands boldness? Shall we not seize this offer and see where life takes us? It will be a great adventure!”

    “Col . . .” Andri shook his head in exasperation, but then he smiled and sighed. “And Brynnan has given us nothing but love. Am I that small-minded to run away from this?”

    Brynnan said, “There is nothing small-minded in it. Fear can be a healthy survival response. Many times I have been afraid: afraid for the loss of my mind and voice when I was Samir’s captive, afraid for my soul when I faced the Necromancer, afraid when I was in the clutches of Martiya, the Angel of Death. But you came and fetched me out when I was lost in her cave, and I eventually defeated that renegade spirit because of you. And most of all, I was afraid of my heritage and powers. I still am.”

    “But you take your challenges head-on, despite fear,” said Andri with wonder. “Do you recall when we faced our fears together at Col’s family‘s camp after I’d been held captive at Redstone? Can I do any less in this instance?”

    Brynnan was silent, letting Andri work out the answer for himself, but his dark eyes were eloquent with understanding.

    Andri took a deep breath. “I accept on behalf of Col and myself. Please just give me a little time.”

    “I am not simply going to leave Mavrenn in your hands and depart. I will have to visit you more often and instruct you, and you will want to practice playing her. You will have time yet, while Mavrenn and I continue to serve as best we may.”

    The Grandmaster spoke. “I lend my heartfelt support to your decision, young Andri. You and your spouse, Col, are in my care, and so is Brynnan, until I release him from his vows. Now you may go. Rest, and be with each other. Be gentle with each other’s souls.”

    “Thank you, Grandmaster,” said Andri, bowing once more.

    But Col simply said, “Stay with God, Grandmaster. May the Bari Devlaika watch over you.”

    “And you, young Horsemaster, go with God.”

    Andri and Col stood. They looked at Brynnan, a question in their eyes.

    “Would you like some company tonight?” Brynnan said as he picked up Mavrenn’s case.

    “You don’t have to ask that,” said Col, smiling broadly, and the light caught his gold tooth.

    “Then we shall go—together,” Brynnan responded.

    Back in the hallway with Andri and Brynnan, Col said, “I feel the currents of the Time-To-Be. A night of love winds its way into my senses.”

    “Then let’s seize it with boldness,” Andri replied.

    “I have more of the wine of Annwn,” said Brynnan. “Shall we drink of it?”

    “I have petted a monster on the shores of your Father’s realm,” Andri mused. “I’m no longer afraid.”

    END

     

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  • Cementing The Bond Between Us

    As we started our three hour journey to the city, he asked, ” Why did you want me to drive.” I said jokedly, my ass really hurt and l also thought you might enjoy getting a blowjob. ” You’re going to suck my cock, “What about the cars that pass by.” I said, ” relax  the windows are tinted so no one can see in. He said,” I guess you thought of everything,” as he reached down and stroked the shaft outlined in his jeans.

    I told him to sit back and enjoy as I leaned over  unbuckling his belt, releasing each button of his  501’s to find he was going camo  and it’s black shaft was visible. I reached in and tugged out the ever increasing hardening cock. I told him to shimmy his jeans down to his ankles so he could spread his legs to give me more access to his glorious black cock and balls.

    How do I describe my brother’s cock , it’s real enormous like I said before. It has the color of ebony wood except when iits foreskin slides down, the head is pink in color with a huge slit opening in the middle of the head. Gazing down its shaft you will see swollen veins supplying blood to this monster. His balls are to die for , lemon sized  encased in a leathery scrotom. When you’re going up and down with your mouth , his balls rise like they have a life of there own. When he shoots his load, his cocksucker will see and feel pulses of cum leave his balls on its journey above. His orgasm is quiet except for his expression and jerking of his body. It almost seem painful but must be tremendously pleasurable.

    I leaned over and captured its enormous head within my mouth and he bucks upward forcing more of his cock within my hot, moist mouth. All he could say was ” No one sucks my cock like you” as I swallowed its length to his nappy hairy balls. I am savoring so much precum that its sugary taste is getting me high making me want more and more. 

    By the time, we got to the city and my house, he grabbed my keys and ran inside. I found him naked sitting on the edge of my bed pleading me to finish him off after edging him for three hours , not letting him shoot his load. I didn’t even take the time, to get naked cause I wanted his load to fill my belly with what I was anticipating would be a huge load. 

    I got on my supliant knees between his hairy legs and watched as he peeled down his foreskin exposing the head where he cum will shoot from. I slowly engulfed the head and swallowed his cock til his balls as my mouth  rose up to the head I noticed there were globs of white covering the glistening black shaft I guessed it was partialky cum that had come from his balls after so much edging.

    All at once,he grabbed my head and forced it down to his balls again and again until he said, ” I hope you’re real thirsty because its going to be alot.” Immediately,  my mouth was flooded with so much cum that I swallowed and swallowed watching his body writhe and jerk uncontrollably feeding his load to me. After it subsided he collapsed back on his back and finally uttered, ” Who taught you to suck a cock so good.” 

    I told him sometime, I would tell about all my experiences from the past, each one preparing me to suck a cock of his size. As I stood up he noticed my cock was hard in my jeans and as I stood there I knew he wanted to return the favor but I had other plans. I stripped off my jeans and underwear and laid on the bed. I said, “lie next to me  and suck my teat like you would do when you fuck a women. I  took off my shirt and  he engulfed my left nipple, almost biting it sending chills down to a cock i was jerking off. Withn a few seconds my cock was spewing huge bullets of cum which he intently watched following  each spurt of my cock and watched where it landed. Then, he suddenly kissed me deeply and profusely sending his tougue to spar with mine.

    It was our first kiss and after he said, ” He could taste himself after all the cum I had swallowed and it wasn’t have bad.”

  • The Hapless Bartender (ch. 6)

    Authors note: If you haven’t read the first 5 chapters, you can find them here.

    Wayne woke with a shock as the Perspex bars were unlocked, and he felt himself yanked from his prison of filthy, sodden diapers and pushed onto the stage.  Still weak from his night of vile ordeals, he quickly collapsed, landing face first into the utterly loaded speedo of the debased police officer from earlier in the night.  He felt now the cold slimy mess spread even further over his face, much to Wayne’s disgust, though he barely had the energy to move after his body-wracking orgasm. His legs felt numb and his body was tingling, it was as if static coursed through his body.  Wayne heard a slow clap as he looked up and saw a pair of dress shoes slowly move towards him.

    “Marvelous, simply marvelous my boy.  It’s as if you were made for show business.”  Wayne heard the Managers voice echoing in the club.  Wayne looked out to the tables and chairs where his degrading audience once sat, instead seeing only the Manager’s goons beginning to clean up for the night. Some goons were leading the broken, caged men out of their prisons, and back to their cells hidden under the building. 

    He saw the second bearish cop who infiltrated the club being led out of a cage, leather straps binding his legs to his arms, being forced to waddle as a profusely loaded and lumpy diaper sagged between his legs, stained a clear yellow-brown as the contents must have been contained for a few hours by this point. The officer’s demeanor was broken as the only remnants of his dignity were his police badge, mockingly hanging from his leather collar like a dog tag, and his old police cap on his head, speckled with splotchy stains from his own ordeals.  Following him was the gagged blonde man being led by his leash, his diaper utterly swollen around his crotch, as filth was leaking from the sides, the garment unable to accommodate any more room.  Wayne guessed the patrons must have requested an encore from him as he was passed out. The blonde man returned his gaze, his eyes filled with pity for the defiled bartender.

    Wayne heard the sound of the manager’s fingers snapping as he felt two men lift him up from the armpits.  He was sluggishly carried out of the overflow of diapers, returned to the rotating podium, and held up in front of the mirror which once relayed his diaper’s state to the entire crowd. Wayne weakly looked at the unrecognizable reflection in front of him.  He matched his own gaze through the eyes of the profusely stained speedo, as the unmistakable lump of the first policeman’s load spread over his face.  His body was splattered with filth, and a particularly sticky loaded diaper stuck to his shoulder which Wayne was too weak to try and shake off.  Finally, the once clear plastic pants ballooned out from his befouled crotch, the heft of the brown pool of waste testing the limits of the plastic.  A pool of silver coated the front of the cursed garments from the copious amount Wayne ejaculated into them, slowly becoming mixed with the rest of the vile contents as the goons slid him around.

    “Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Wayne winced as the Managers hand gripped his head. “The prospective savior of the club brought to this. Now… cut off that speedo of his, I wish to talk business with our newest acquisition.” The Manager snapped his fingers as the poopy speedo was clipped off Wayne by a goon, hitting the floor with a sloppy squish.

    “Please… Just fire me.  I promise I won’t tell anyone about what goes on here, you’ll never hear from me again.” Wayne begged.

    “Oh, don’t worry, young man, you’ve quite literally been relieved out of your duties.” The manager mocked as he gestured to the bloated plastic pants. “We’ve already acquired a new bartender, who – after tonight – I’m sure won’t ever forget the consequences of breaking our non-disclosure agreement.  However, I was quite impressed with the show you put on today, so I’m sure I speak for all of my patrons when I say talent retention is our main priority here.”  Wayne felt his stomach sink.  “And after seeing how well you acclimated to working with the diapers of my other captives, I have the perfect position in mind as you pay off the damages.” Wayne opened his mouth to protest, but felt a cloth pressed against his face.  His head began to swim, and the last thing he saw was his head falling forward into the fetid speedo on the ground before him, hearing the audible splat as he cut to black.

    Wayne jolted awake with a shock, reeling from his nightmare of utter degradation.  His heart quickly sunk when he realized he was bound in a cell block once again on one of the benches which held him previously. His mouth was gagged by the large white plastic pacifier that blocked his attempts to shout for help. His hands were visibly strapped to the bench in front of him, still contained in the once white leather mittens which appeared to have been mostly cleaned off.  The remaining brown stains a humiliating reminder of his debasement the previous night.  Still weak from his punishment, Wayne tried to struggle against his binds, but quickly gave up in futility. The rest of his body was tightly strapped to the bench, though he was at least thankful that the goons must have cleaned him off.  He could feel the cool air against his skin, and his crotch was finally removed from the bloated garments which imprisoned them.  Although his skin was now washed from the combined filth of the club’s captives, Wayne could still smell the stench permeating his skin, and clouding his cell.

    A sudden jolt of what felt like electricity shocked him awake, as his cock sprung to life once again.  Wayne groaned into his gag as he realized devilish cock ring still hung around his manhood, effectively rendering him helpless to anyone who held the remote.  A clanging of metal from his behind following by the snickering of the manager’s goons soon entered the room, no doubt enjoying the view of Wayne trying to dry hump the bench.  The smell of cologne wafted into the room, a scent once intimidating now a gracious reprieve from the stink of Wayne’s new body odor. The Goons once again turned Wayne around to face the man holding him captive, the Manager’s excited cock tenting the expensive suit that he was wearing.

    “I do hope you’ve enjoyed your quiet reprieve, my young slave.  I’m sure the time spent here in the cell was spent lamenting on your mistakes and how you might rectify your… situation.” The manager spoke chidingly, as if Wayne was a toddler who was sent to time out. “I will note, that the previous night was one of the most successful in the club’s history – A feat no doubt caused by our three latest showmen.  You and those police himbos made for quite the entertainment.” Wayne felt himself shudder as the manager bent down to eye level. “But now I think it’s time we take you to your new position. We’ll need to keep such a naughty one busy when he’s not off performing, wont we?”

    With a trademark gesture, the goons attached a leash to his leather collar, and began to loosen the bonds holding him to the bench.  His thighs, calves and forearms were still bound tightly together, forcing him into the squat of an un-potty trained four-year-old as he waddled along behind them. He passed by the cells of the various captives who looked at him with a dead look of pity in their eyes as they swallowed the fibrous slop in their IV bags.  Their hope for escape long dashed from the previous night, lest they too end up in the revolting diaper pail disguised as a baby crib and now paraded as a caricature of failure with a stench to match. As Wayne continued down the corridor, however, he slowly realized that the stench was no longer coming from himself – in fact it became quickly more pungent with each step. Finally, the goons stopped and turned to the last cell in the prison.

    With a yank of his chain, Wayne toddled and turned towards the opened cell, his eyes widening as he took in the sights. The room was much larger than the holding cells of the other captives, with two large tables with metal shackles attached to the tops and down the sides and a massive metal trash receptacle in the middle, overflowing with loaded and swollen diapers colored with every shade from yellow to brown. One of the two tables present in the room was currently occupied by the policeman still wearing his large lumpy diaper filled with excrement, his arms shackled upwards to the table, his hairy armpits on display as much as the dreaded garment on his waist. His legs were instead hanging off the edge of the table, his ankles shackled to the side, leaving his defiled crotch teetering on the edge. What truly perplexed Wayne however, were the appearance of additional unused shackles along the outside of the legs of the once proud cop, who now lay utterly nauseated by the piercing stench of old, shitty diapers.

    “It certainly is quite a sight, isn’t it.” The manager smiled as horror visibly crept over Wayne’s face. “With nightly performances we naturally need to… refresh our captives for each night.  It certainly detracts from the experience if our slaves’ diapers were already to capacity from their previous show.” The metal door to the cell clanged open as the manager and goons entered the room, Wayne being yanked in after.  The bartender gagged into his pacifier, only able to breathe in the stench through his nose. “Now as you can imagine, the work involved with cleaning every slave is frankly abhorrent, and my workers have been pestering me for a solution – which brings me to you, my dear boy. You’re the solution.”

    Wayne was pushed towards the overflowing pail of diapers as his leash was tightly attached to it.  The squish of used diapers pressed against his skin as he fell into the pile, wincing as flashbacks of the previous night wracked his mind.  With a wave of the managers hand, the goons got to work untaping the utterly loaded padding of the burly officer.  A fresh stink of shit coated the air as the diaper was opened, the humiliated cop shedding a tear as his shame was exposed to the new audience.  Wayne saw his engorged cock covered in fetid slop, as the rest of his crotch was slathered in brown mess, his large hairy ass cheeks coated and matted with shit. The goons began to gag as the diaper was deposited on the table next to him with a loud ‘splort.’

    “Now then, I think it’s about time we fitted you to your new uniform.” The manager smiled as the strong arms of a goon effortlessly lifted the former linebacker’s frame as Wayne cried out into the gag. The sight of the cop’s shit-packed diaper was spread open in full view on top of the second changing table. “Mmmmph, hmpppph!!” was all Wayne could muster as he was turned around and laid down onto his new uniform. Wayne winced and cried out as his tight end was eased into the loaded diaper seat, slowly sinking down about an inch into the muck, the filth bubbling and squishing into every crevice of his ass. A jolt of electricity brought the babbling captive’s cock to life, quickly hardening despite the horrid sensations quickly surrounding more of his crotch.  Wayne began to thrust the air as the goon began to wrap the front of the garment around his taint and balls, the sloppy load quickly smothering his member, until the top of the diaper met Wayne’s bellybutton with a muffled splat. Wayne was hysterical, in a mix of sudden horniness and disgust, the tapes of the diaper well secured to his waist by the goon with an extra strength adhesive.

    “Why, a perfect fit.  You’re about as handsome as they day you were born, my boy.  In fact, I doubt you smelled much different back then either.” The manager taunted as Wayne was lifted off the table, the officer’s excrement working its way into every crack of Wayne’s crotch as the was moved around. “Go ahead and hose that one off, I think we may have him take center stage again tonight with his partner – and bring in the next slave.” The manager ordered, gesturing to the broken and stinking cop bound to the table. The metal clanging of the door was heard once more as a splotchy dripping noise mixed with footsteps echoed around the halls as the cop was escorted to another cell, and the next prisoner was led inside.  Wayne turned his head and saw the hunky blond captive trying his best to waddle without his at-capacity diaper leaking further down the sides of his legs as another goon yanked his leash along.

    “Quite a performance you put on tonight, Brandon.  The audience absolutely loved your encore.” The Manager told the bound blond man. “You know Brandon here was once the promising prospect of a professional football team, though he fell out of the public eye after a disappointing season.  After a few years he found himself owing a lot of money to one of my biggest patrons, and well…” Brandon wore a blank look in his eyes as the Manager taunted his fate, his hand pushing against his smelly load in the back of his diaper, spreading it around.  “Now you could say he’s slowly paying off his debts in… lump sum deposits.” A couple tears shed down Brandon’s eyes as the manager’s intimidating stare pierced them. “Do you still see the flicker of hope still in his eyes, my boy?” The manager called out to Wayne, who just blankly looked towards the ground. The manager smiled. “Me neither.”

    “Get our new diaper changer into position.” The Manager commanded sternly.  Before Wayne knew it, he was brought up to the side of the table and his wrists were clamped into the extra shackles outside of the leg shackles. The goons led Brandon to the station and quickly pinned him to it, his mitted hands offered no mobility as he was trapped on the diaper end of the changing table, he could only move his head up and around the edge of the table, as if it were built with the intention of giving oral pleasure, now repurposed for the Manager’s needs.

    Brandon was plopped into position shortly after, his legs and wrists shackled to the table. Wayne cried in disgust into his gag as Brandon’s putrid diaper was positioned right in front of his face, only able to move a few inches away from the noxious garment. Suddenly, Wayne felt a release on the back of his head as the pacifier gag was released.  “Since we can’t seem to trust our nosy little bartender with his hands, I’m sure you can figure out how to untape a diaper with that loudmouth of yours.” The manager chided.

    “Please let me go… I’m begging you; I’ll do anything, anything at all!” Wayne pleaded; finally glad he could at least breathe through his mouth. The manager however, was less than enthused. Wayne took a deep breath in, and began to undo the first of four tapes.  He was able to grip the top of the plastic with his teeth, and rip it off after pulling for a few seconds. Though with the diaper slightly loosened, an abhorrent stink began to assault Wayne’s nostrils, working so close to the mess only intensified the smell, and before Wayne knew it, he was gagging uncontrollably.

    “Please…. I…. I can’t do this…” Wayne choked out between breaths, gasping for clean air which wouldn’t be able to reach him in this prison of dirty diapers. He slumped back into his bonds utterly defeated, trying extensively to hold down his dinner of nutrient paste. The manager sighed and performed a final gesture to his thugs.

    “You see Wayne, the reason you ended up in this predicament, and what’s still afflicting you now, is that you can’t seem to stop learning the hard way. I’m sure in due time you’ll wish you have reconsidered and done your job the first time around.” With a last echo of the managers voice, a goon entered the room carrying a syringe filled with the dreaded golden liquid, and swiftly injected Brandon in the arm. The bound man cried out against his gag, as the drug began to course through him.  He began to sweat, and struggled in his bindings.  Wayne felt a slimy filth dripping down on him from the man’s profusely filled diaper as he struggled. Brandon began to grunt as a telltale gurgling ran through his gut. The need to shit becoming stronger by the second. 

    On the other side of the coin, Wayne felt his cock jolt to life.  He looked towards the manger, a sadistic grin on his face, pressing the remote which activated the hated contraption around his quickly hardening cock.

    “In this establishment, we’ve specially made these diapers so that they could hold up an extreme capacity of human waste, it’s an incredibly erotic sight.  They begin to stretch in order to accommodate more and more effluent.” The manager lectured.  A loud, thundering fart bubbled out of Brandon’s ass, causing the entire diaper to begin to jiggle and vibrate.  The captive man desperately trying to hold on. “Have you ever considered what happens to elastic when it stretches too far, my boy?”

    Wayne looked on in horror Brandon strained in front of him, another fart rumbling through the already massive load in the back of his diaper. His eyes looking down to Wayne pleadingly, looking for some relief. Wayne looked back with lust in his eyes, the contraption taking away any semblance of logic. He once again began to thrust in the filthy padding surrounding his own cock, trying desperately to find any friction to stimulate himself.

    “Mmmphhh, Hmmmpppph…” Brandon screamed into his gag, futility holding his sphincter closed, trying to spare the young bartender as he felt a log pushing against his anus.  Brandon felt his gut convulse, and with another gurgling fart, felt his body push out a long log into the seat of his pants.  The diaper began to stretch, and he felt more and more hot mush forcing its way out of him, his cock rock hard from the stimulation combined with the golden liquid’s effects. 

    “Please, I’m sorry! I’ll change him, I’ll… mpphhhh…!” Wayne began to plead as the stretching garment quickly began to smother his face, Wayne could feel the diaper expand further, as Brandon cried out into his gag, another long coil forcing its way into the fetid sewage below.

    “Well, that’s that I suppose. I’ll be sure to check on you boys in the morning. Ta-ta!” The manager said as he turned and left the two helpless men bound to the table. Wayne felt the lumps of the multiple deposited loads pressing over his face as the elastic began to tighten, suddenly becoming very thin.  Wayne felt sticky drips of urine mixed with feces leaking down over his face and body, unable to find any more room to stay inside the diaper.  Brandon suddenly felt a violent convulsion in his guts, as he knew the rest of his vile load was about to evacuate… just as Wayne could hear a slight ripping sound.

    “Huuuuunnnnghhhhhhh” Brandon moaned into his gag as a stream of hot, slimy shit spouted from his exhausted asshole.  His diaper suddenly ran rigid, the plastic completely at capacity, no longer able to stretch any further.  Brandon was unable to stop the mess however, as he felt his body bear down once more. The sensations of Brandons diaper pressing against his face, combined with his dick sliding in the slimy mess of the officer was quickly bring Wayne to orgasm.  As the manager walked out of the cell, he lifted the remote once more and pressed the button. Brandon’s eyes went wide as he felt a completely new sensation.

    rrrrrrRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

    Wayne felt his entire body convulse as he orgasmed into the fetid padding surrounding his cock.  At the same time, the diaper which once contained Brandons excrement was no more, the plastic tearing profusely, the entire garment falling off of his body and onto Wayne. The Manager heard the sound of sloppy shit splattering over Wayne’s entire body, as if a giant water balloon of sewage had just been dropped onto the poor bartender and was now painted a horrid light brown.  Wayne sat in his binds in shock, still dazed from his orgasm, as he felt specks of hot cum dripping on him, as Brandon began to orgasm, haphazardly shooting a web of semen over the room.

    The two men lay in their binds gasping for air, utterly exhausted, as the two began to drift to unconsciousness, the manager smiling as he began to plan a reenactment of the scene before him for the following night’s center stage act.  In his last moments before he fainted, Wayne saw the cell door slide closed as the Manager locked the two hapless men in, permanently sealing their fate to a life of humiliation and degradation as slaves of Club Diaper.

  • A Bar Bathroom Selfie

    I’m not usually someone who enjoys being around large crowds. Most of the time I just get overwhelmed and don’t find it enjoyable. But every so often I get a little to stir crazy at home and just need to get out and change up the every day schedule.

    So after work one Saturday night, I decided to run home and freshen up to go grab a drink at one of my favorite bars. I slipped on a nice fitted t-shirt, and a pair of tight jeans that had just enough holes to show some skin. And a pair of my favorite jock briefs. This specific pair had a pouch that held all my jewels in place and the back lifted my ass and was open; similar to a jock. I finished off the fit with my favorite cologne, and headed out.

    After arriving at the bar, I found a nice spot at a table to sit and people watch. The music was blaring, the people were dancing and my cocktail was getting me nice and buzzed. I hadn’t planned on meeting up with anyone I knew and really just enjoyed some time to myself.

    After a while I opened grindr to see if there was anyone close around me. Not sure if I wanted to go home with anyone, but a little window shopping never hurt. There were a few profiles nearby, but I ultimately began chatting with a daddy several miles away. We began sharing photos and what we were into and I had told him that I liked to be submissive and even enjoyed public play. He had told me to go to the bathroom and take a picture of my underwear for him. At this point I had enough alcohol in me that I had no issue doing so. The bathrooms were very tiny and only had one sink and one toilet, and the lock was a simple slide bolt. Not very effective but enough to let someone know it was occupied.

    I had pushed my jeans down to get a nice photo in the mirror of my briefs. After a few photos I began to look through them to see which one I liked best. During this time I hadn’t realized that I didn’t push the bolt over enough and a tall stocky man had barged in. He had a nice full beard and mustache, just enough to fill out his face. He wore a tight AC/DC tshirt and jeans that hugged his thighs just right. And a backwards ball cap that covered his long enough shaggy hair.

    “Shit! Sorry man, I didn’t think anyone was in here.”

    “Oh god- Sorry, no worries. I’m all done anyway.”

    I began to frantically pull my jeans up, but he had already seen the back with my ass out.

    “Dude, does your underwear not cover your ass? Is that comfortable?”

    “No.. Yes-Yeah they’re comfortable. Sorry, I’m all done in here-“

    “Can I see it?”

    He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Making sure to lock it.

    “I thought I recognized you when I saw you earlier. I actually messaged you on Grindr but you never responded. I guess you weren’t that interested, huh?”

    “No- Yes.. I guess I didn’t see it. Sorry..”

    He began feeling up my ass, admiring how open my briefs were.

    “Damn, boy.. these don’t leave much up to the imagination, huh? Mind if I..”

    Mid sentence, he drops down to his knees and begins kneading my cheeks. I feel a single finger run over my hole. And then, his tongue. 

    “Fuck.. Oh god.”

    “Mmm.. you like daddy tonging your hole? You want some more?”

    I quickly rip off my shirt and bent over the counter. I can see him in the mirror behind me, he stands up and Is admiring my ass with an evil grin. He spits in his hand and begins to rub my hole. His fingers are thick and rough. “Manly” if you will. I feel a finger slip in. Then 2. Then 3. He’s stretching me open and I can’t help but have a moan escape my lips.

    “Ohh, you like that, huh? You want something thicker?”

    “Yes please sir.. I want to feel more of you!”

    He quickly grabs my shoulders and turns me, pushing me against the door. He grasps my hips and begins to insert his cock into my wet hole. My cock is straining in my briefs, and I don’t care. In that moment, all my pleasure came from his cock.

    “Fuck! This hole is tight, baby. Aren’t you the perfect fit for my cock.”

    He picks up the pace. I lose control to the sensation and can’t help but see stars.

    Suddenly, a large bang on the door scares me back to reality.

    “It’s occupied!” He screams out.

    He puts his arm around my chest and pulls me close to whisper in my ear: “Better make this quick boy.. you want to feel my load inside you? Carry my seed around with you all night?”

    “Yes daddy, I want you to fill me up. I want to feel your load inside me all night!”

    “That’s what I wanted to hear.. get ready for daddy’s load, boy. Tell me you want it.”

    “Fuck! Keep fucking me. I want to feel you cum inside me. Fuuck, you’re stretching my hole so fucking good! Please shoot that seed inside me!”

    “Here it comes baby! Take my load, baby, feel it filling you up! FUCK”

    And with that he thrusts a final time all the way inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing. Shooting his load deep in my not so tight hole. He kissing my neck and begins to pull out.

    “Damn, I didn’t know I needed that tonight. Maybe you’ll be up for round 2 later?”

    “Yeah, fuck, I’d be down. Can I get your number?”

    “Why don’t you reach back out to me on grindr later. Then we’ll see how we feel.”

    And with that, he gives me a wink and exits the bathroom. I quickly pull my shirt and pants on and take a quick look in the mirror. My hair is mess and my face is completely red. I exit with a man waiting to enter, and he gives me a dirty grin. “Sounded like a fun time man, but I really gotta piss!”

    He pushes past and I’m back out at my table again. I grab another drink and decided to grab my original spot. I had completely forgot about the daddy that I took my selfie for. I sent the photo, but it looked like he was no longer online.

    A few hours later and the bars begin to announce their final calls. I send the man a message on grindr with the selfie I took in the restroom and realize I never even got his name. Guess daddy will have to do for now?

  • Sawdust

    1948

    My great uncle was far from a wealthy man. He just had leftover money when others didn’t from his moonshine venture down in the delta. Because of that, he bought a sawmill fifty years ago to keep the town afloat and regularly employed the men in our family whenever we needed a job. It was great honest work. The pay was a little less than decent. Still, it was quite desirable for our part of the county. It was the type of job sweat and muscle were built to snag multiple women and queer sissies to fuck and sleep soundly thereafter.

    It was the kind of job a man could spend the rest of his life doing if it wasn’t for that goddamn sawdust. The shit got everywhere! In the hair, in the eyes, in the clothes—just fucking everywhere!

    It was especially bad when it got around your balls. It itched like crazy! The more you sweat the more horrible the experience. Most guys tried to be gentlemanly discreet in scratching the itch, some even going so far to excuse themselves to the bathroom or just around the corner just to alleviate the urge.

    One day, my cousin, Big Rod said, ‘Fuck it! To hell with this shit!’ He couldn’t stand another goddamn minute of it! He started scratching his nuts ‘til he found some relief come hell or high water. He was in no mood to be tactful. No. No hiding it. No running off. He just dropped his overalls in the middle of the floor and started scratching up a storm. He showed us that day why everyone called him Big Rod. Gerard was built like a tank. And talk about some big balls! He had fuckin’ big cannonballs that missed our side of the family line. He needed both sets of fingers just to give them a good soothing rubdown.

    Well, you know how it is. Once something like that gets started and nobody there to say otherwise, every other guy with itchy ball starts to do the same thing. Because most of the men around there were related in some way, not a one blinked when another guy hauled the whole toolkit out of his overalls to give it all a good scratch. Heck, I wasn’t any different. I was right there with them!

    I don’t know what it is. But there ain’t nothing like an all-out no-holds-barred ball-scratching. You know the kind. Where you’re scrunching just under the nuts and scoring that deep itch, feeling so freakin’ good that you’re jangling all your fishing tackle up in the air. Shit!

    It got to where we’d all follow Big Rod’s lead and take a good ball-scratching several times a day. We’d be standing around the loading dock oohing and ahhing like a bunch of zoo monkeys. Such a fucking relief! Of course, it wouldn’t be natural if more than a few of us didn’t get hard from all the manhandling in that testosterone-fueled environment.

    Some of the other guys got so hard they couldn’t even get their cocks back in their overalls without jacking off.

    For sport, we started having jack-off contests right off the loading dock before the trucks came in. At least once a day, we’d stand in a circle jerk and have our fun. Sometimes to see who could shoot the fastest, shoot the most, and shoot the furthest for the sake of bragging rights that could be stripped from one day to the next.

    When that got boring, we started to use our eighteen-year-old cousin as target practice. We felt it was our God-given right since it was an open secret he’d served us well through the gas station gloryhole and its owner, his stepdad and his friends in his downtime. What good was it to lose our precious seed to the ground when we had an eager milkmouth in our mist? Oddly, the rotten bastard didn’t jump to lick our loads from his lips like we thought he would. Garth thought we were too old and too stupid to know about his extramural activities in our small little town. As if none of us ever stopped by the gas station for some relief before heading in. Big Rod came up with the idea to make Garth feel comfortable in his element. Working with wood, it was nothing for us to put up a board and cut a hole in it to shield him from the countless barrels of cream he could possibly take in the face.

    Red in the face at the gesture, we unanimously assured our young cousin that we wouldn’t think any less of him than we already had. Whether he caught one load or a thousand and one of our loads right in the kisser.

    Once we finally got the shy boy to kneel in front of all our jacking cocks, Garth welcomed the rain of jizz that came from them, catching them mostly in the face. We got extra points if we got it in his opened mouth. Turned out, after he was happily drenched in man-seed, he didn’t mind using his tongue to clean up the cocks that put it there. Garth got over his shyness quickly, and constantly amazed the sawmill with his thoroughness and bullet speed to lap up cream along with his ability to sooth our itch.

    Yep, Uncle Ted made a great investment in the family future and Cousin Garth proved to be a great investment for the family business.

  • Royal Debauchery

    The painting is awesome. A tall slender 25-year-old man in royal attire is standing nobly in the centre. He is surrounded by four 18-year-old boys, two of them with an androgenous look. They all seem passive, Omega style. Brown and golden tones give the painting a solemn look. Everyone’s gaze is penetrating and we feel a powerful bound. The boys make up a foursome, but with the commanding look of the older young man, you can not resist imagining an orgy, a royal debauchery.

    The focus of this painting is Prince Kraison, son of King Rama I, founder of the Rattanakosin Kingdom and first monarch of Siam, now Thailand. The king ascended the throne in 1782 and was celebrated as the founder of Bangkok. Prince Kraison is recorded as the first openly gay member of Thailand’s royal family. He supported an all-male theatre group, enjoying intimate friendships with several of its actors. While this led to an investigation, it ultimately caused little scandal, probably because Kraison was just one of the 42 children born to Thailand’s first monarch.

    The presence of a pet boy, usually between the ages of 18 and 20, by the side of the prince is part of the decor. The king’s servants, courtiers and subjects witness it during all of Kraison’s activities: meals, walks, reading sessions, exercises, visits in the company of the king, and during his sleep, of course. The prince never fails to have a manly presence by his side. He loves to hold hands and to kiss his partner of the moment. Their lips meet gently at first, but in less than a minute their tongues get all tangled together. People around them applaud and the voluptuous embrace is quickly called KiKi or the Kraison Kiss. In private, the prince is a more dominant kisser. He enjoys slapping the cheeks, spitting in the boy’s face, licking the saliva and shoving his tongue in the mouth to get sucked by a cute slave. They both get a hard-on and end up sucking each other’s cock until all the man juice has been pumped and swallowed.

    Every other day, Kraison does exercises to develop his pecs. His trainer is a virile-looking boy who likes to worship muscles. Once his master displays firm manly boobs, he’s in for a surprise. The trainer shows up with a chest harness made of tightly fitted rope. He installs the gear and the prince is totally amazed, in full admiration. The harness not only makes his deep pink nipples stand out, but attracts the trainer’s tongue and full mouth. The prince’s tits are son sensitive that each tickling lick makes him moan with pleasure. When the macho boy starts to suck on the royal mammary halo, Kraison’s cock hardens, stretches like the one of a stallion in heat, and begins to squirt out droplets of precum.

    The prince feels like a queen about to breastfeed her child. He dreams of suckling milk, at least a white nectar. He orders his trainer to kneel down doggy style, and he shoves his slender rod inside the begging asshole already lubricated. He rams his dick inside with so much energy that you could think his life depended on the magnitude of the penetration. The trainer has never been so close to total sexual gratification. He shouts loud and clear cries of encouragement:

    “I want to feel you more deeply!”

    “I want my ass to bounce at the rhythm of your cock!”

    “I want you to be like a stallion buggering a mare savagely!”

    “You’re my fucker master!”

    “I’m your fuckee slave!”

    On that note, Kraison floods the hungry fuck chute with ropes of white gold. It’s not over until the creamy load is regurgitated from the divine asshole. Inside out because the prince wants to taste every drop. He positions himself to felch his man juice. He savors every lump of his own sap and saves the last squirts to butter his trainer’s mouth. Some would call it Holy Communion!

    The prince’s all-male theatre group is known to be luxurious, with all the expensive clothing and jewelry provided by the gay member of the royal family. Some actors need to dress up as females while performing. They also dress up that way at public occasions like Loi Krathong festival. The name can be translated as “to float ritual vessels or lamps”, and comes from the traditions of making krathong or buoyant, decorated baskets which then float on a river. Loy Krathong takes place on the evening of the full moon of the twelfth month in the traditional Thai lunar calendar. In the Western calendar, this usually falls in the month of November. Why am I bringing up this particular festival? Because the prince gathers his male lovers shown on the painting for a choreography called “floating on the clouds”. You will see the link to two expressions mentioned in the first paragraph of this story: an orgy, a royal debauchery.

    During the floating on the clouds’ choreography, Kraison invites the most effeminate boy to kiss him and to lick his soft beautiful open mouth. The boy’s black lipstick gives him a vampire look and that excites the prince who is prone to kinky sex. The other androgenous lover licks and plays with Kraison’s nipples. Every pinch and every twist trigger moans of painful pleasure. A virile boy is invited to suck the prince’s uncut cock. He first buries his face in the dick silk (pubic hair), swallows the balls in a pop-in-pop-out way, then pulls on the foreskin to reveal the turtle’s head. He’s ready to engulf the yummy eggroll, his saliva acting as a plum sauce.

    The very macho lover’s role is to rim and fuck Kraison’s royal butt. Since the prince knows that a sweaty ass is prized by a grad rimmer, he didn’t take a shower after his exercises. The manly aroma of his crack and the taste of his ass juice predispose the fucker to treat him like a slut and that is total bliss. Passive or active, Kraison’s rule is no rubber, bareback is a must. He likes it thick and rather long. On one occasion, an actor had compensated for the small size – length and girth – of his of dick by inviting his twin brother to double fuck the prince with him. On this evening of the full moon, there is no need for extra help. The macho lover is well-equipped to do the job. He spits on his stiff rod and shoves it in the peachy butt with an energy that exceeds all expectations, as royal as it may be. The prince pleads for a deeper penetration. To own a lover, he wants to feel him inside the velvet canal, occupying all the space as tight as a clench fist. The vigorous thrusts trigger moans of pleasure from both fucker and fuckee. They try to delay the eminent eruption to savor that special pleasure as long as possible. Their jets of jizz are a mark of milky appreciation.

    In this choreography, each actor has played his role simultaneously, propelling the prince on cloud nine.

  • Sauna Cruising

    As someone who came out a little later (I was almost thirty) and who fell in love with the first man I dated, there are a lot of experiences that I never had – for better or worse. I’m not accustomed to cruising, I never spent a lot of time on apps, I’ve never really been comfortable evaluating if a guy is into me or not, afraid to stare too long at someone who isn’t interested.

    I’m 38 now. I have a fairly average body with plenty of hair. Too heavy to be an otter and definitely not quite a bear. My 6.5 inch cock is uncut, my pubes are natural, and I’m a vers top. I’m not someone who has ever been super confident in my body. It’s taken a while for me to accept that even my partner of nearly a decade finds me sexy. My partner and I recently opened our relationship up and so I’ve been entering into the world that I described above – a world I’m not used to.

    I flew out to Cincinnati for a conference. I’ve been working on getting healthier and had a membership at the Y. When packing I had determined that there was a branch near the hotel and convention center, so I brought my workout clothes. After my first day, I walked over and worked out. Looking at Sniffies and Scruff while working out, I chatted with a few guys but nothing panned out.

    I headed down to the locker room, where I had seen a sauna and steam room earlier. I hadn’t realized from my pre-trip search what their facilities were like, so I had no suit or anything, but once there I figured being in the men’s locker room going in just a towel should be fine. 

    I stripped quickly and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into the sauna. Sauna before steam room is my typical routine. After about 10 minutes, I headed out of the sauna and into the steam room. The sauna had been nearly empty but the steam room was crowded. The only place available to sit was on the second level. As I stepped up to get to the seat, I saw a guy on the first level looking intently at me. His eyes never left me as my big step up shifted my towel and completely exposed my thigh to just below my balls.

    Like I said, I don’t have a lot of experience weighing someone’s interest, but something about this guy caught my attention. He was probably about 5’10” or so, several inches taller than I am. He was a handsome ginger with a trim but not skinny body. He wasn’t smooth, but not as hairy as me – on his chest the hair was centered just between his pecs and he had the type of treasure trail that I loved: centered just under his belly button and spreading into the pubes I could see just peeking out the top of his towel. I thought he was interested but also thought he was out of my league. 

    His legs spread a little bit as I settled. I kept mine open a bit too. I was already sweating pretty good from the sauna and the increased humidity of the steam room got to me quickly. I rubbed my hand along my chest feeling the sweat in my hair. Absentmindedly, I glanced at the redhead, who was licking his lips, and our eyes met. I continued rubbing my chest and stomach. He kept the eye contact and again meaningfully licked his lips. 

    It had nearly reached 100 degrees that day and after the sauna and, along with this hot guy checking me out, ten minutes in the steam was about all I could take. I left the steam room, making sure he (and only he) got a little bit of an “inadvertent” show as I stepped down. I filled my water bottle and took my time heading to the shower, hoping he would notice and perhaps follow. Like I said, I was unused to this. I wasn’t sure what the rules were. Would he follow me to the shower? I left the curtains just open enough that he could find me if he wanted. 

    I stood under the water for maybe five minutes, cooling off a bit but also still pretty horny from what I thought was being cruised. I figured I had misread it, so I turned off the shower ready to head back and take a real shower in the hotel. 

    I walk out and see my ginger guy sitting right outside the sauna and the steam room. I head over to my locker, dry off a bit, and can feel him watching me. So I walk past him and head into the sauna. I’m alone.

    For about ten seconds.

    He walks in behind me and climbs up next to me, just about as close as he can get and as far out of view from the window in the sauna door.

    We both open our towels, showing off our erections. He reaches out and grabs mine. I moan quietly as he starts to stroke me. I reach out too and love the feeling of his dick in my hand. He’s longer than I am but not as thick. I really want to get it in my mouth but I’m not sure how far people go in these situations. He keeps looking through the window and covers up each time we see a shadow cross the sauna. He leans into my ear and whispers sensually.

    “Let’s head to the steam room; it’s not as open.”

    He stands up and I follow him, our towels wrapped around our bulging cocks. There aren’t as many people around and it’s no far distance to walk to the steam room next door but I feel like everyone is watching and knows what’s happening. I follow him into the steam room and I’m disappointed to see another guy in there. But it’s much less crowded than before. Ginger sits next to the other guy, so I sit on the other side. I’m following his lead. He rubs his bulge a little and I can tell he’s taking a measure the other guy. And it pays off. Guy Number Two starts rubbing his bulge as well and that’s enough for me and the ginger. We start stroking our dicks that we’ve pulled out from under our towels. 

    Soon, ginger has his hands around my and Guy Number Two’s erections. Meanwhile I’m rubbing his thigh, cradling his balls, and stroking him. I am as horny as I’ve ever been. And with the heat and humidity, I feel like I might pass out.

    Guy Number Two is rubbing his hand along his chest and pinching his nipples. He looks like he might come any minute. Ginger is focused. I bury my face in his armpit as he continues to jack me off. I suck on his nipple and taste his sweat. I can’t take it any more. I whisper, “I’m close.” 

    “Fuck yeah,” he says. “Blow.”

    And I do. On his leg. On the floor. On my chest. 

    It feels amazing. 

    And then I really think I’m going to lose consciousness. I quickly wipe myself with my towel and cover up. I head immediately to the shower to cool down.

    I shower and get dressed and I find Ginger by his locker. I ask him if he’s usually around at this time. When he says yes, I tell him I’ll be back tomorrow to finish what we started.