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“If you can hold that pose for just . . . OK, I’m done.”

With a sigh, I sank my cock into the eighteen-year-old houseboy, Mya Khywa, at Douglas Ames’s Mandalay bungalow on the banks of the Irrawaddy River. Mya Khywa groaned as his passage was stretched by the invading shaft and he fought for breath as I loosened my rhythmic chokehold on this throat. He writhed under me as I began to pump him in earnest.

“Yes, like that. Good, good,” Ames said and reached for his sketch pad and pencils again.

We’d been posed on a studio bed draped in blue velvet, Mya Khywa on his hands and knees and me hovering over him. I had my hands on his throat, one leg draped over his waist, and the other standing on the floor on the far side of the bed, both out of the way of Ames’s view of my cock three inches inside the small Burmese houseboy’s hole, where I’d been working him at shallow depth for as long as it took Ames to do his basic sketch. He’d spend the evening painting from the sketches and his memory of the pose and the night fucking his houseboy, Mya Khywa—or maybe the other eighteen-year-old houseboy, Maung Wai—himself.

Maung Wai had come up the Irrawaddy on the three-day, ninety-mile, as the crow flew, river journey with Soe Pyne and me. I hadn’t seen much of what was on the riverbank, because I’d spent most of my time in the single cabin below, fucking Maung Wai, or sleeping while Soe Pyne fucked Maung Wai. I had given myself up fully to the fetish of eighteen-year-old boys. Maung Wai maximized pleasure from dispensing minimum pain very well.

We had come down to the river in Pagan in the predawn hours, going a roundabout path in the town to circumvent the hotel for foreigners and thus avoid being seen by the Japanese general, Heido Nakamura, and his two bodyguards. It may have been a coincidence that he showed up in Pagan after we’d arrived there. But, again, it may not have been happenstance. It was becoming more and more clear that he wasn’t in Burma to assess the possibilities for the import-export business.

Douglas did work feverishly the evening of that first day I was in Mandalay with him on the painting of me covering the houseboy Mya Khywa.

“You are still a gorgeous young man,” he had said when he first saw me climbing out of the boat in Mandalay. “I must record you for history,” he said, meaning, of course, that he wanted to get me, fucked and naked, on canvas in a painting.

To him, I suppose I’d always be one of his conquests—one of the eighteen-year-olds he seduced, freed of their virginity, and trained to respond to cruelty—but he hadn’t touched me in that way since my nineteenth birthday. He’d flogged me later when I’d returned to him during university for further instruction, but then it was in sharing an eighteen-year-old conquest with him.

Here, as we moved from the boat to his bungalow and then sat out on his riverside patio drinking gin slings and catching each other up with our lives, he still wouldn’t touch me. His hands would hover near me as if he wanted to caress me as he had before he escaped from England—escaped prosecution for exactly what he’d done to me on an afternoon on a riverbank in England when I’d just turned eighteen. But I no longer was eighteen. I may be good enough for him to paint in a coupling with an eighteen-year-old, but I no longer was eighteen and thus was unable to feed his fetish.

“As good as it is to see you again, Neal,” he said as we sat side-by-side, drinking, and watching Maung Wai and Mya Khywa flutter about us, both of us dreaming in our minds of being mounted on and riding the young houseboys, “your trip is wasted. I could have told you that if you’d written ahead. I won’t be coming back to England. I would be pursued and prosecuted if I did.”

“No, you wouldn’t, Douglas,” I responded, “not if you were circumspect and remained in the London area. That’s what I’m authorized to tell you. All of that would be wiped away if you came back and headed a cartography unit for the military. You’d be hidden away in London, far from your old stomping grounds in Devonshire. War is coming. We need the best people to support the war effort. As long as you didn’t indulge further in England, you would be protected there.”

“I can draw maps from here. They can send aerial coverage to me here.”

“That won’t work, Douglas. It will take far too long. The maps will be needed in near-real time on or near the battlefield.”

“Your eyes keep going to Mya Khywa,” he said, abruptly changing the topic. “You want him, don’t you?”

Indeed, I did. He was a beautiful, almost effeminate young man, berry brown, lithe, moving like a sleek cat, dressed only in a sarong tied around his waist, dipping low enough to show those delicious creases at the top of his thighs, leading down in the pubes, and wearing a gold chain necklace, bracelets, and anklets that produced an enticing murmur of bells as he glided around.

“Yes, I do,” I said and added because I couldn’t resist doing so, “It was what you did to me, Douglas. You not only seduced and stole my innocence at that age and made me wanton, but you also subsequently taught me to want to do that to youths of that age myself.”

“I taught you higher-level pleasures, Neal. And nobody pleasured me like you did at eighteen—or did when you were at university, as I watched you with the stable boys one after the other.”

“After you had deflowered them,” I said.

“Yes, after I had initiated them into the pleasures of man-youth sex. You cannot tell me that you weren’t pleasured both in the deflowering of yourself and of the taking of other young men.”

“No, I can’t tell you I didn’t take pleasure from that. But after you left, I—”

“Soe Pyne tells me you are fully involved in it now, here in Burma. Again, do you want to fuck Mya Khywa? And will you do so while I sketch you for a painting?”

“Yes,” I said. And so I did.

And that night, after Douglas had sketched me covering Mya Khywa and had spent the evening painting the image, he did, indeed, fuck Mya Khywa himself in celebration. But he went further than that. For the first time since I turned nineteen, he touched and fucked me—just he and I had done several years ago—as well. He didn’t just share Mya Khywa with me, which he did as well, he covered me when it was just the two of us.

We took Mya Khywa to bed together, and we shared him—fully—not just holding the young man between us and fondling and fucking him in succession, but also fucking him together, both of us inside him, fucking each other as much as we were fucking him. And then, later in the night, Mya Khywa no longer was there and I was on my back, legs spread, heels rubbing Douglas’s calves, as he lay between my thighs, arms encircling my waist, raising my pelvis to him, and face nuzzled into my throat, as he penetrated me, sank deep inside me, and hummed as he moved his hard cock in and out. Deeper and deeper he went into my soft core, and I opened and yielded to him there and gave him everything. As he pulled his cock out of me, he transitioned to fetish, signaled when I watched him pull the black leather gloves onto his hands and grease them up. One of his hands went to my throat, controlling my breathing, and the fingers of the other hand bunched up and, penetrated my hole to the knuckles. With a little cry, I felt the gloved hand pushing through, up to the wrist, and he was punching up into me again and again, causing my pelvis to rise and fall. My sexual awareness rose and danced on the clouds. I came in great arcs of cum. We were back into the days of my youth when he fully dominated me.

The next day we were on the terrace of a café in Mandalay when I had to turn my face away from the pathway to the interior of the restaurant and murmur for Douglas to do the same. General Nakamura, followed by his two shadows, had climbed up to the terrace and strutted toward the interior of the restaurant. I didn’t know if the Japanese general had seen me or had any reason to believe that I was in Mandalay. Before I could think of what to do, Soe Pyne was climbing to the terrace as well not too far in the wake of the Japanese. He came straight to our table.

“We must leave,” he hissed to me.

“Yes, I can see that,” I answered. “It’s a stretch to think it a coincidence that the Japanese general is following us upcountry. We’ll have to go back to the bungalow straightaway before finishing our lunch.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Soe Pyne muttered impatiently. “I must get you away immediately. Not to the bungalow, but out of Mandalay. Out of Burma. The Japanese general is too much of a threat. It’s almost certain he’s on to you. Headquarters wants you out of Burma.”

“Headquarters?” I asked.

“I’m with the Int Corps just as you are,” Soe Pyne said. “I haven’t been able to convince Douglas to return and serve. It was a long shot, but we thought you might be able to do so. But this isn’t worth the risk. I have transportation ready.” His gesture turned my attention to the path below the terrace, where there was an ox cart with Maung Wai in the driver’s box.

“The Int Corps?” Douglas Ames asked, a confused expression on his face.

“I suggest you find someplace to hide until the Japanese general has moved on, Douglas,” he said. “As far as young Neal here is concerned, we must be away immediately.”

“Leave directly from here?” I asked, dumbfounded at how rapidly this all was happening. “For where?”

“Outside of Burma. It’s all arranged. It was a contingency plan. Your luggage is in the cart.”

“Can Douglas go with us?”

“Yes, of course,” Soe Pyne said. “If he will.”

“Douglas?” I asked, turning to him.

But he just raised his arms, palms showing, a shrug from his shoulders. “You said I could return if I stopped doing what gave me pleasure, Neal. I’m a weak man. I must have my pleasures. You’ve seen what they are and that they are available to me here. I will stay.”

We left him there, sitting on the terrace of the café, turning his attention to the young waiters serving the drinks and the meals as soon as we were leaving—assessing, I’m sure, which of them was eighteen and ripe for the taking.

It took more than a week for us to reach Chittagong, in India, overland on jungle paths. There, Soe Pyne and Maung Wai left me in the hands of the British authorities for transport back to England.

“Take care of Douglas,” I asked of Soe Pyne as we parted. “I don’t think he can take care of himself.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Soe Pyne answered.

To Be Continued

I was walking the old fire tower trail, it was a hot afternoon in August. I’ve hiked this route several times and it can be quite strenuous in places, rocky, overgrown and you need to be careful of your footing. There was nothing I enjoyed better than being out in nature for 2 or 3 hours, just me and my thoughts. With a burning pain in my thighs, sweat dripping from my brow, and lungs full of air, when I finally get to  the old condemned fire tower. 

 I crossed the creek, it was deeper and flowing fuller than normal from recent rain, the trees begin to get shorter and more sparse as I approach the clearing, anticipating getting close to the almost grassy pasture like crest of the mountain, if it weren’t for the smooth rock boulders busting through areas of the grass and wild flowers. Suddenly I heard a cry, almost that if an injured animal, shortly after the muddy banks, when I saw a person clutching his knee in pain, sitting in the mud about 100 feet downstream. I hurried to his aid, as my feet slid on the slippery rock and mud banks exposed by the recent weather. First I tried to move him to a dryer area, he was definitely in horrendous pain, as I attempted to move him. I tried my cell phone knowing full well there was no reception in the woods, if I could get up to the tower, I knew I could possibly get at least one bar. 

 I sprung into action, removed my T-shirt, I took his off too, and tied his leg off with 2 sticks building a make shift splint. Together we dragged him the rest of the way up toward the top, where we rested in the warming late afternoon sun, for I knew the sun would be setting way too soon and we needed help. The sweat was glistening off his sweaty upper torso as our struggle to the top was a bit exhausting. I am now realizing he is built and firm much nicer than my own slim body, he had broad shoulders and a fine field of brown fur under his pecks traveling down to his navel. My arms were pulling him from his naked underarms as he used his good leg to push off helping my 165 lb body move his 220 lb frame filled with pure muscle. As we rested I noticed his running pants were soaked through, and he was actually shivering even though it was still fairly warm. 

 I carefully removed the splints and we maneuvered his pants off being careful not to hurt his already battered leg. I replaced the splints on his heavy thick muscled legs, this guy worked out, I wondered how he managed to even get injured. I now noticed and tried not to look, but He was wearing white briefs and his package was quite obvious. My own crotch was forcing my eyes where they shouldn’t have gone, as I spent additional time adjusting and re tying the sticks to his leg. He had soft brown hair on his thighs that traveled up as it thickened into the leg holes of those briefs.

 Our rest was over, we needed to make our way to the tower across the field with still a slight incline to go, finally arriving at the tower, I leaned him against the tower leg, where we rested again. I offered him some of my water as we sat and talked, he thanked me and seemed coherent enough although he soon leaned his head back and seemingly started to fall asleep. I tried my phone again, still no luck, I was going to have to try to climb the tower. I spent more time watching my patient as he rested, this man in only his briefs now, with a nice thick bulge, the fuzz escaping the waist and legs. I just needed to touch it, but instead I quickly jumped up to start my climb. The tower wasn’t used anymore and they had cut the lower stair ladder off for safety, so I needed to get about 15 feet up to get to the ladder without falling, sure enough I was hot and sweaty, but I made it to the top. I got one bar and called the park service and they were on their way. Back down I went, where I gathered all of our stuff and comforted him till they came, I spread his pants on a rock hoping they’d dry, as once the sun went down he’d need to keep warm.

 It seemed like hours, the sun was now setting, still no sign from the park service, but it’s a long walk up here and it could be tough one with a stretcher cot. It’s now dark and getting chilly, my patient seemed cold and somewhat out of it, he was still cold and clammy to the touch and he tried to fight off the shivers. I crouched up next to him and kind of hugged him, it wasn’t long till we were in a full embrace using each other’s bodies, and our skin to skin contact trying to keep him warm. We went from a sweating climb to a cooling sunset and now a downright chilly night air. As I lay embracing his body his chest felt soft. I lay on top of him careful of his leg feeling his bulge through my pants, as I imagined in my head, the bulge seemed to be thanking me. Then it happened we were face to face and he kissed me, soft and tenderly as he ran his fingers through my hair, his bulge continued to poke into mine, I joked that it was lucky that part of him wasn’t injured, he laughed back as he kissed again, this time I returned the kiss. Just then we heard voices and saw lights, and people calling my name, I reluctantly broke away and answered, ‘Over Here”..

 The EMT service properly splinted him wrapped us both in blankets, they provided us with electrolyte drinks, as 4 guys carried the portable cot down and I followed with a flashlight to a waiting ambulance. I later drove to the hospital where I officially met him in his hospital gown, naked of course underneath, as he flipped it open to show me his cast, and he asked me to sign it. Of course I got up as high as I could, close to his crotch to see that lovely thick beer can of a dick, that seemed to greet me with that same hardness, as I wrote very very slowly, staring directly at it, and he knew it. I purposely included my phone number alongside my note “This tender skin surrounded by hardness” (meaning his leg in a cast of course), but he got my drift of what it really meant.

About a week later he called me and invited me to a “thank you dinner” out on the town, of course I accepted. His leg still in a cast, and he wore loose fitting sweat pants with a trimmed off leg for the cast, we couldn’t go anywhere fancy, but to a local diner, as I aided him into the tight booth and stood his crutches by the wall. We ordered, ate, and talked like old friends who had known each other for years. We hit it off and I thoroughly enjoyed his company. When we finished I helped him into my car and delivered him back to his house. I helped up the 3 stairs to his front porch, he handed me the keys and I opened the door as we collided in the doorway and we both fell to the floor. Yes, then he kissed me again. I tossed his crutches aside and threw one of his arms over my shoulder, and lifted him 3 leggedly to the couch, where we both fell down on each other, I helped him sit up and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back down over his lap. He held me there firm and caressed my crotch ending with a squeeze. I was so hard it was almost pleasurably painful. Against my back I could feel his hardness flitting up and down as he bent over my face and kissed me again. One hand on my crotch, his tongue in my mouth and his dick flinching in my back, I could no longer hold back. I rolled off his lap onto the floor where I slid my hand up the short leg of his sweats and his casted leg. I felt the furry hairs almost standing on edge as my hand crept closer up to his crotch. I got to the spot where his briefs should have been but soon felt bare scrotum, it’s too late I grabbed those big balls and kneaded them in my palm as my fingers approached his shaft base, I felt the heat of his skin that I’ve felt once before only this time fully sexually excited knowing he wanted more.. I stopped for a moment as I tugged those sweats down and over the cast and sneakers, as he helped by toeing each sneaker off, then he pulled on his T-shirt almost ripping it off, as he now sat there bare ass naked except for that cast.

He was everything I had imagined that night in the woods, only now instead of those white briefs there was this phallic instrument of lust starring me back in the face. As I approached his marvelous instrument of my desire, my mouth gradually opened. He stared down at my eyes, his were so blue I thought I could see a sparkle, and he smiled as my tongue made contact with the head. I took it in slowly breathing in deep, as the freshness of clean soapy skin emanated off him, his scent grew stronger the more I breathed in, as I cupped those balls and swallowed even deeper. Down further I went as he grasped the back of my head and his head veered off my eyes as it twisted backward and his eyes seemingly focused on the ceiling. I worked his hot rod for quite a long time when he tensed right up making me stop as he pulled my head off.

He limped up off the couch, his erection quite clearly pointing straight outward, as his large frame lifted me first to my feet, then stripping me on his one good foot, as he lay me back down on the couch, my small pale tiny frame compared to him with my small but yet hard dick sticking straight up, almost bursting from within, as he began to touch me all over. He kissed me on my neck as he carefully lay his casted foot aside and he worked his way down my body driving me nuts, my saliva soaked torso writhed with goose bumps, as he paid special attention to my soft pink budding nipples. He moved further down enjoying his feast, as I massaged his back and shoulders till I could no longer reach them, my hands now on the back of his head as he took my mere 6 inches down in one fell swoop. He worked it real nice, as I wanted to burst, then he moved my legs upward, and maneuvered his tongue to my ass. A feeling I never so imagined, as that magic tongue filled my pink hole, with his casted leg beside me and the other on the floor, he held my legs up by my ankles over his head, and he penetrated my love hole with his wet sloppy tongue plowing deeper and deeper. Then he pushed my legs further toward my head, forcing me to grasp them from behind the knee, with his casted leg straining, and then he moved the good leg up closer, he spit on his hard member, and yes he was going to enter me in his wounded state. He pressed the inside of my knee with one hand and guided his dick in with the other as his partially bent leg getting a grip on the floor seemingly did all the work. I winced with feeling of the head popping inside the ring, he then moved his hand to my dick, stroking it freely as he continually applied pressure, my eyes started tearing, yet I didn’t want to yell, as I bit down on my tongue to stifle my pain. Now he was deep inside, I felt his balls on my ass, the burning slightly subsided within me, as I felt so full, my innards seemed to wrap tightly around him, and I felt them move in and out with his soft slow motion, at first he just grinded while deep inside me, then slowly began jerking in and out, the slow jerk went from short to long jerks, almost coming all the way out, then slowly he began picking up the pace. The sweat began forming, as I felt tears from my watering eyes run down my face. Soon he was pounding me like I’ve never felt before, and his entire dick came out and then back in, my body was rocking my back against those couch cushions with each finalized stroke. And his hand still jerking me, as I watched this guy work. I soon announced I would be Cuming, and he quickened the pace even more. I fired my load up to my chin and all over my chest, when at that very moment he said “he was too”. I felt a sense of him pulling out, so my hands went into action, I wasn’t going to have gone through all this and not claim my prize. I let go of my legs, I reached around grabbed both his ass cheeks and pulled them into me, and he took my cue, and he plowed deeper inside as I felt each of his cum shots bathe my insides. We sat for a moment and he gently withdrew his limping, sticky, wet, dick still dripping, he lay his huge framed body back down on mine and thanked me for Cuming to his rescue that day in the woods.

A few weeks later his cast was removed we’ve stayed close friends, oh hell no, Fuck Buddy’s, we are, we still often go hiking back to that tower and enjoy our outdoor fucks, that we both wished we could have had that cold dark night.   

So this guy – older guy – that she’s been cyber sexing or camming or whatever they call it now? He’s really hung. No, I saw his cock on her desktop. Thick and pretty long. Cut with a big purple knob. She tells him it makes her wet when she looks at it. It makes me hard and drooling when I sneak a peek. I want him to Daddy me.

I think they leave it on just as cock teasing. They know I can see. They know I am watching their every move, can hear every heaving breath, feel every throb of heart fulfilling desire in animal lust. On screen. I want both of them. At the same time. Her lips brushing mine; his lips brushing my cock.

The hardest parts are when she moans. Actually I can’t say “she” but the moans and cries are feminine and rhythmic. They make my cock hard just remembering, She or he was staggeringly feminine. Alluring, like some forbidden mythic demi-goddess, sexed but with a fluid gendering aura; now this, now that. Just sex.

I have to stand at the window to watch them. I know someone is watching. Watching me watching them. All of us stroking our genitals, pumping our cocks, coaxing the hot white cum to erupt. This older guy is like that. She says. I have. I have watched them and jacked myself. Hard, fast, rough. Shooting it like a geyser or a Roman candle. My cum splashing on the window pane where someone is watching. That’s how this guy – the older guy – that’s how he saw me. Watches me. He’s cybering with both of us. Her and me. I don’t give a fuck. A little bit of him is worth way too much of some other dude. This guy can Daddy me all night long. I want to just wrap myself around his thighs and wrap my lips around his cock. As she wraps her legs around my hips and we fuck like rabbits. But he’s her damn Net Daddy, not mine. Not yet. I want to share; all three of us fucking.

Because his wife? She wants my big D. Big time. Her hubby’s a hunky dude but he’s more feminine than she is. And she loves to get on her knees and play submissive to me. A threesome that just rocks. Simpatico, as they say. Her hubby wants some of Daddy’s big D, too. All of it, in fact. All the way, down deep in his throat. I know they’ve been watching me. One night, last month. During the storms. I called on them to introduce myself like a good neighbor, It felt like I had a brilliant searchlight illuminating my crotch; their eyes fixed, absorbing every detail of my cock through my jeans. He sowly walked closer and lightly raked his fingers across the groin.

“You have a hot cock. Will you fuck my wife and me? We’d love it.”

The wife snugged her soft hot skin against my back; hands groping my cock, oiling it, “Love it,” she buzzed

Almost before I knew it, she was sliding thick black circles around my ball sack, the base of my cock, and just behind the glans, “Love it,” she repeated, sliding fingertips along the shaft, teasing precum from the slitted cockhead. “I want some of this. Daddy”

The hubby scooted closer on the bed. His fingers cupped Daddy’s tightening balls. “I want it, too, Daddy.” He cooed in a feminine voice. “I want it in my mouth, Daddy. Fuh. Muh. Mouuu,”

“No. Muh mouuu” the wife growled.

“Pleeee.”

“No.” She engulfed Daddy’s thick cockhead and licked it with a lot of spit.

She almost laughed when hubby gagged. She’d suddenly thrust Daddy’s cock into her surprised hubby’s mouth. “Suck it,” she hissed. “Worship Daddy’s cock.”

“Thank you. Than,,,”

“Shut up and suck it. I don’t see the worship, bitch, Do you see it, Daddy? I didn’t think so.”

She reached out and seemed to turn a small screw at her hubby’s crotch. He stiffened and uttered a soft whimpering cry. She reached down and flicked a fingernail across the tip of his cock.

”Did that feel good? O yes. I agree. You don’t deserve Daddy’s cock, do you? ”

Daddy grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her face close. And why do you deserve it?

The wife took a deep breath and ran her forefinger over her husband’s lips. “I can get these to worship your cock, Daddy. Whenever you want.”

“And what about your lips?”

“Whenever you want, Daddy.”

“Let me go back home and shower and come back. I’ll bring some wine.”

“We’ve got some nice smoke for later, too. If you’re up for that,”

“Sure. Nice thing about living here, Ha ha ha.”

Daddy pulled them close at the door. His left hand cupped her pussy; right hand grasping hubby’s dick.

“Belong to me now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” they echoed.

That night, Daddy tied the naked hubby to a chair while continuing to feel up his wife. She was still half-clothed and giggling loudly. The weed they’d smoked made her giddy and horny. “I want to suck everybody’s cock. Everybody that has a cock, get it out, I am going to suck you dry. Put it in my mouth, Daddy. Put it in his mouth.”

Between her thighs she was wearing a transparent wisp of black see-thru cloth, Now it glistened with her juicy wetness; swollen pink lips opening and throbbing, She urged her hips upward; begging him to taste her. “Do it, Daddy. Please.”

At the same moment Daddy’s tongue tip scratched wetly across her clitoris, his fingers slid inside her pussy, curling and caressing. Two fingers found her g-spot and began an erotic dance of taps and slides. Her hips bucked and bucked again. “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she said between gritted teeth. “Oh, fuck, you’re making me cum again. Damn you, Daddy,”

It’s one of Daddy’s erotic games, Making his lovers cum before he does. Commanding, dominating, controlling the poor submissive’s libido as well as his body. Willing, even eager, for bondage and sexual teasing torment and edging Daddy wants to exert on you, You know you want it. Want Daddy to wild out on you; take you to sexual heights and depths never imagined. Mouth, dick, hands, skin. Frottage me, Daddy. Rub everything against everything. Make us cum on each other, Just like that. Daddy. Just like that.

He’s never satisfied at one. Daddy doesn’t believe you’re satisfied unless you have cum three times. He can do that. If he really likes you, he’ll cum for you. If.

Daddy sent an invitation, “Cum for me, “ Daddy wrote on a note, He left one behind the wiper on her windshield. He left one behind the wiper on the hubby’s car,

He did that a lot. Daddy’s little ways, Making them masturbate in their parked cars like that. They did it for him. He would send them each pictures of his own cum puddles; telling them he wanted the cum trickling down their throats, They begged him to hurry.

“Where today’s order of eggs!?”

“Yes chef! The delivery has not arrived yet.”

“Fuck. We’re going to have to get creative for breakfast. Tell the serving staff breakfast options will not include omelets today. Anything else requiring egg, substitute the egg for applesauce. Rowan! Start preparing the apples.”

“Yes chef!”

“Chef Shell! His Majesty is requesting your presence.”

“Dammit, you all have your order. Get breakfast moving!”

“””YES CHEF!”””

I go to meet his Majesty in his office. His aid Georg isn’t here for once. Too bad, he’s one of those royals whose nose isn’t so stuck in the air or up someone ass. He’s easy on the eyes too.

*knock knock* “Your Majesty, you call for me?”

“Shell! I was about to go drag you from the kitchen if you took much longer.”

“And have you spooking my staff like last time?”

“I can think of a few more things we could do with your ‘staff.’”

*gulp*

“What did your Majesty have in mind?”

My wrists are tied together in a intricate lasso-like knot that leaves me only a little space to move. I test the restraints and can’t break free. The thrill of being unable to control myself already has me fully erect.

“What a nasty slut. Only tied at the wrists and already hard. I’d bet you want to touch yourself, but I’m in control here.”

“Yes my master.”

The free end of the rope is yanked behind me and around something on the bed frame.

“You won’t be getting off unless I let you. And I’m gonna play with you as long as I can. Give me your ankles.”

As I’m sitting cross-legged, I could comply. But I want to see what happens if I don’t cooperate.

“You little brat. I said give me your ankles.”

“…”

“Oh, we’re testing boundaries. I can deal with that.”

He reaches for a bottle of oil nearby and pours it onto my dick. With a squelch, he starts masturbating me, fingers stretching my foreskin and running along the underside of my shaft. It doesn’t take long before I start panting and moaning – life’s been so busy, I haven’t had time to jerk off. He rolls the end of my cock between two fingers, rubbing against the tip of my length.

“I’m gonna-”

“You’re getting nothing.”

Before I can climax, he stops and wipes his hands free of oil onto my stomach.

“Please. I’m so close.”

“Anytime you don’t listen, I’m going to do just what I did now – bring you to the edge and stop before you can get your satisfaction.”

“Please-”

“Are you going to be a good servant and serve your king?”

“I’ll be good! I’ll be good!”

“Ankles.”

I present my legs to him and he similarly ties them together. Soon after, my legs are stretched over my head and tied to the bed post behind me, leaving my ass fully exposed.

“You didn’t think that was all you were getting for your punishment?”

He walks to the bedside table and picks up a riding crop. I’m both terrified and excited for what’s to come.

“Look at you trembling. What a slut, wanting to get spanked. I’ll be sure to beat you real good.”

He rubs the end of the crop in small circles around my ass cheek before taking a full swing at me. I yelp as the pain registers.

“I think we’ll have ten hits to start. Count along with it – if you miscount or don’t say anything, we start over, got it whore?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good.”

Another swat in the same place as the first. He applies just enough force to make it give an audible crack like a whip.

“One.”

Whip.

“Two.”

Whip.

“Thr-e-e.”

The riding crop makes me jump each time it’s applied to my hide. I’m able to get to ten and breath in relief as he puts the crop down.

“Let’s see here…”

I can’t see what he goes for next, but I feel him oiling up my hole. Something big presses against my entrance and I wince.

“Open up that pussy.”

Slowly but surely, he slides in some kind of butt plug.

“I’ll be sure to dump my seed into your hole later. For now, keep that in.”

As it presses against my prostate, I have no trouble complying. I wish it’d be his cock in me instead, but I’ll have to wait.

*smack*

An open palm slaps my ass and I relish the after sensation of pain. He alternates between rubbing my now hot ass cheeks and spanking me. The spanking goes on for much longer than the ten from before – so much so that-

“Yellow.”

“What’s up?”

“Can we change how I’m tied up? I’m starting to cramp from this position, fun as this has been.”

“Sure thing.”

This time, my legs are bound separately at the ends of the bed, leaving me laying cockside up.

“Good?”

“Much better.”

This time he gets an odd device that looks like a handheld spur.

“This blade’s sharp enough to pierce skin. If you don’t stay still…”

*gulp*

He rolls the spur along my abs in slow, lazy motions. The tips of the blade tickles slightly, but more than anything, it tightens things low in my stomach and make the squeeze against the toy in my ass. There’s no confusion that this danger of a steel blade riles me up. Being at his complete mercy really helps heighten the sensual feelings.

“Alright, enough playing around. You’re mine and I’m gonna use you.”

Mounting me, he lows his hole onto my cock, oiling himself up as he needs to.

“How does it feel, knowing I can ride you like a stud and you can’t do anything about it?”

“Please, use me!”

“Oh trust me. I will.”

He takes out a small remote and presses it. The buttplug was a vibrator. I’m being pleasured from both ends as he fucks himself on me.

“Maybe I’ll keep you like this all weekend – fuck you when I want to get off and just leave you. Maybe I’ll leave the cock head vibrator on you and just leave you to writhe against it.”

His hot and inviting hole sucks me in. I’m in ecstasy being used as his breeding mount, merely an erection to be bounced on and played with, a tool to be cheaply handled.

“Master, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me. Cum just from being fucked!”

“Gah- ahhhhhhh~”

Miserably, I buck against him, legs convulsing under him. For a solid minute, I gasp and pant through the rest of my orgasm. We melt into a shuddering, panting puddle.

“Chef! We are preparing for lunch. Everything is laid out as normal.” 

“Good. Good.”

“What did his Majesty require? You missed breakfast.”

“A tiring amount of labor. But it’s fine, it was the envigorating kind of work. I suspect I’ll need to meet with his Majesty again soon~”

I’ve lived in a village all my life and I really enjoy the slow pace of life. It’s a thriving little village with two pubs, a shop, tearoom and a village hall. The village hall has a large free car park, at the back of the car park is the toilets. They are open from 8am in the morning until 11:30 in the evening. I know this because it’s my job to keep them clean. 

My dad is a parish councillor, he encouraged me to volunteer with the parish working group from a young age. When I was a lad I helped with litter picking, painting etc. Of course cleaning the toilets is the least favourite job for a lot of the parish volunteers but I love it.

I’ve always been an early riser so I’m usually up at 5:30am and go over to open up and clean the toilets every morning before heading off to work.

I think the toilets were built in the 80’s. They are fully tiled with a stainless steel trough and one cubicle. It’s very rare you get anything written on the back of the cubicle door but recently someone had been writing stories on there. I love reading the stories but it’s my job to clean them off as soon as they appear. If one of the other councillors were to see the stories I get into big trouble.

I keep the toilets really clean but we’re not allowed to use bleach anymore so there’s always that lingering smell of stale piss. To be honest I love the smell, as soon as open up in the morning and walk in I get an instant hard-on.

I know exactly when my interest in piss was first kindled, it was just after my 21st birthday. I was always a bit of a wussy, I didn’t smoke or drink and my mates would always take the piss out of me.

One evening I was up at the recreation ground when a few of my so called mates called me over. They were drinking cans of lager, they handed me a big bumper can full of beer. They insisted I have a drink out of it.

 I wanted to fit in so I took the beer off them. I thought it was a bit strange that the can was warm but I had a good swig out of it. I wasn’t used to the taste of beer so I had another swig and then another until it had all gone.

By now my mates were laughing their heads off. It was Glen that announced what they had done.

” We’ve all pissed in that can and rubbed our knobs around the top and you drank the lot”

To be honest I loved the taste, there must of been some beer in there as it did taste alcoholic. The thought of them all pissing in the can gave me an instant hard-on. Needless to say I’ve never lived the incident down.

Back to the present day…

Each morning I head over to the toilets before my breakfast, even before I have a piss. I love pissing in those toilets, sometimes I stand so close to the trough the piss splashes back on my trousers and hands. 

I’m usually so fucking hard I have to stand about 3 foot from the trough. I love that first morning piss it’s dark and smells really strong. If I’m feeling really horny I lock myself in the cubicle afterwards and have a wank. I cum up the wall or on the door and lick it off. I guess you’re thinking I’m a sleazy perv, well you’d be right.

After that I get to work cleaning the place up ready for the first visitors. The car park starts filling up from about 9am. It’s popular with pensioners who walk in the local countryside. You do get the occasional rep pop in for a piss on the way to or from work or at lunchtimes. I think it’s probably a rep writing the stories on the walls.

Recently I was up really early and went over to open up the toilets. I was bursting for a piss, my cock was rock hard I had to almost stand against the back wall to piss in the trough.

Suddenly I hear a voice.

“That’s impressive son, I wish I still had a strong stream”

I turn around forgetting to walk forward as I finish pissing.

It’s Fred the church warden.

“Gee Fred, you startled me. What are you doing here?” I ask.

Fred taps his finger against his nose.

“Wouldn’t you like to know”, he chuckles.

He looks down at my cock which is dripping piss onto the floor.

“Hadn’t you better put that thing away, before you flood the place”.

I zip myself up blushing.

“Don’t you just love these places, that dank smell of stale piss, the writings on the walls”, he asks.

I listen but don’t utter a word.

“Of course back in my day there were cottages everywhere, men like us could easily indulge in our sleazy perversions”.

Fred looks at me expecting a reply but to be honest I’m dumbfounded.

“You love the smell too don’t you boy, I can tell you enjoy your job. You’re very efficient when it comes to removing the stories off the walls. Not before reading them though and wanking off, hey?”

I look at Fred not really sure what to say or what to admit to, but I can see a pen in his pocket and I wonder if he’s the one writing the stories.

Fred nods his head towards the trough.

“Kneel down in all that piss like a good lad”

I look down hesitantly at the trough and the piss soaked tiles.

“Go on boy, kneel down, you know you want to”

I do as I’m told and kneel down holding onto the rim of the trough. The floor is cold and wet with piss and I can feel it soaking into my trousers.  I watch Fred get his cock out, it’s limp but quite fat.

“I may not be able to get hard these days but I love piss play”, he smiles.

Fred waggles his cock and starts pissing, his stream is nowhere near as strong as mine so I crawl closer towards him.

“Good boy, I can see you’re eager”

I expect you are thinking I’ve done this before but honestly this is the first time since that incident in the park.

Fred pisses all over my trousers and my t-shirt. I love the brief warmth followed by the cold wetness as his piss soaks into my clothes..

“Open wide, sweet boy”.

I open my mouth and Fred pisses down my throat. I gulp his piss down almost choking the taste is that intense. I feel my cock explode into my briefs as I cum without even touching it. He stands astride me as the last drops dribble from his cock and I take his cock into my mouth.

Fred steps away.

“It’s no good boy I can’t get hard anymore else I’d be fucking your cute little ass”

Fred grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, his lips engulf mine as he forces his tongue down my throat for a French kiss.

“You taste good boy, this is our secret right boy”

I get the impression that he wasn’t asking me but telling me.

“Sure Fred, I’m not going to tell anyone”, I reply nervously.

Fred zips himself up and walks out. I’m absolutely soaked in piss and it dawns on me I somehow have to get home.

Luckily it’s the middle of June the sun is up and it’s already quite warm. I go for a walk around the fields for an hour until my clothes are reasonably dry. They’re still damp and there is a hint of piss but fresh piss doesn’t smell that strong anyway. At least that’s what I tell myself.

Back home I strip off outside the back door, leaving my trainers to dry in the sunshine. I tiptoe into the kitchen and put all my clothes into the washing machine. I just manage to get into my bedroom before my parents get up.

Later at work I can still smell piss.

Is the smell stuck up my nose or is it on my breath. Either way I buy some mints at breaktime. 

Back at home my trainers are dry but the left foot still stinks of piss. I hide them in the coal bunker until I can sort them out.

Later that evening I’m still thinking about piss and how exciting it would be to piss myself fully clothed. I need to work out a plan how I can do it and get back in the house without anyone knowing. That’s something that will have to wait until another time.

Post-Match Locker Room Addendum

The crowd noise could still be heard in the locker room of the AsianMuscleGod.  Chants of “AMG!  AMG!” wafted in, almost begging the new Champ to return to the ring for an encore.  Master Han had escorted a naked and cum-smeared Stallion (aka Pony Bitch) from the ring while his protege was still posing for the fans with the Tri-State Wrestling Federation belt wrapped around his 32” waist.  Han Junhon, dressed again in his black leather chaps and black Speedos, wanted to get to the locker room first to prepare a surprise for his Student, the Asian Alpha.  He ordered the submissive Olive-Skinned Hunk into the shower stalls where he turned on the water and soaped up the loser’s muscular body.  Vinny sighed in pleasure as the warm water massaged his sore muscles.  He had lost and become AMG’s Pony Bitch but there was no denying how hot it had been to be fucked by the new Champ while Master Han straddled Vinny’s head, jerked his 7” uncut cock and shot his load all over the ex-Champ’s face.  As soon as he took Han’s deflating cock into his throat, he had shot a second load handsfree while spread-eagled on his back at center ring.

“Listen well, my son,” said Master Han as Vinny turned off the water and took the proffered towel.  “Your AsianMuscleGod has a certain side that no one but me…and now you…can see.…if we play our cards right.”  “Hmmmm, and what side is that, Master Han?” asked the Stallion.  Han Junhon paused as he watched VMS towel off.  He noticed the Italian Stud’s 8” cut cock hanging below cropped black pubes was half-hard.  “He…” Han hesitated, “he can become submissive, a total Bitch Boy in the right hands.  It goes back to his time in college.”  The Stallion’s cock twitched.  He said “I would love to see that.  How can we make that happen?”  Master Han smiled “He must first dominate you again.  Only when he sees his body controlling you, making you lust for his cock, will he allow himself to become your Bitch Boy.”  Vinny grinned and handed Han his towel.  “I’m all yours, Master Han.”

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The promoter Dandy Dawson walked the AsianMuscleGod to his locker room.  He was jovial and told the new Champ “I never doubted you would defeat Pony Boi.   Loved your riding him around the ring too!”  “Thank you Mr. Dawson,” replied AMG, “I am happy to be the TSWF Champ.  I’m ready to destroy any challenger you send my way including this so-called P.R. Alpha Stud, JoelAlphaHunk.”  “Well, we shall see AMG.  He’s a tough hombre.  He’s also found a new Manager, some ripped Alpha named ‘DaddyRodrigo.’  Wears a tight green tank and matching Speedos.  Supposedly has a 10” cock rivaling that of the Blonde Tarzan, too.”  AMG smirked “We both know what I did to demolish and humiliate JackedStud.”  As they entered the locker room, Dawson gave a bro hug to the new Champ.  He felt his swollen bulge brush against Tanner Wu’s package.  “Get some rest and relaxation for a few days AMG.  JAH and Rodrigo will arrive in New York City next week.  The TSWF title match will be in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.”  He left the Asian Alpha thinking the AsianMuscleGod might be underestimating JoelAlphaHunk and his new Manager.

Strangely, the locker room was dark when AMG entered it.  Master Han’s voice said “Wu Teng, I have prepared a little surprise gift for you.  Come to the shower stall.”  The lights were turned on.  AMG gasped slightly when he entered the stall and saw the naked Stallion suspended in mid-air parallel to the floor.  He was face down with both his defined arms and muscled legs wrapped in chains and spread apart.  He was wearing a ball gag and his 8” cut dick and smooth balls were stuffed inside a cock lock.  When Vinny’s blue eyes saw the Asian Alpha, he moaned in pleasure—entranced by the new Champ’s 6’4” 250 pound sculpted body, still glistening with sweat.  

Master Han handed AMG a black whip.  “My son, your Muscle Boi needs to learn discipline!”  Tanner grinned and handed his championship belt to Han while taking the whip.  He said “Thank you Master Han, please leave me alone with my defeated Bitch.”  Han nodded and left the stall.  AMG walked slowly around the enchained Pony Bitch until he stood next to his bare ass, which was suspended at about the height of Tanner Wu’s lower abs.  The sight of the ex-Champ’s bubble butt and exposed hole made his Speedos tent outwards.  “Have you been a disloyal Muscle Boi?” asked Wu Teng as he reared back and snapped the whip.  CRACK!  WHAP!  “AAAGGGHHH!” screamed Vinny through the ball gag as his body gyrated in his chains.  “You must learn to obey your AsianMuscleGod!” he exclaimed before CRACKING the whip once more.  WHAP!  “AAAGGGHHH!”

AMG saw the Bay Ridge Jobber’s cock was thick—the vein running around it pulsing, and the shaft straining against the cock lock.  He snorted and slid his hand between the loser’s ass cheeks until finding Vinny’s smooth pucker.  He pushed two fingers inside and heard the Pony Bitch groan.  “OOOHHHHHHH!” Looking down, AMG could see his own dick pressing against the fabric of his dark blue Speedos.  A wet spot had appeared on the surface.  He yanked the waistband of the Speedos down and hooked it under his balls.  His 8” uncut cock sat bolt upright and his slit was glistening.  The Asian Alpha was horny as fuck as he pushed his fingers in and out of VMS’s hole, pushing into his prostate.  Within seconds, Vinny was whimpering loudly into his ball gag.  “UHHH…UHHH.”  Pre-cum began to drip from the sides of the cock lock.  AMG withdrew his fingers, preventing the Pony from climaxing too quickly.  CRACK!  WHAP!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!” cried Vinny after the whip slapped his olive-skinned ass again.

The AsianMuscleGod asked Master Han to re-enter the locker room.  “Please,” he said, “prepare the Stallion.”  Han noticed Wu Teng had called VMS by his Alpha nickname.  He smiled knowing what that meant.  In minutes, he had adjusted Vinny’s chains so he stood a few feet back from the shower head.  His muscled arms and 22” biceps were extended over his head in a “V” shape exposing his cropped black armpit hair.  His legs were free but Han had spread them apart.  Han retrieved the key to the cock lock and handed it to AMG.  “Shall I run the shower, my son?” he asked.  “Yes, please do so, my Teacher,” replied the Asian Alpha.  Han turned on the shower and made sure warm jets flowed from the nozzle.  He slowly unhooked the shower head and brought the head close to the cock lock.  He aimed the spray directly into Vinny’s compressed balls.  “OOOHHHHHH FFUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!” moaned the Stallion through his ball gag.  The shaft of his hard cock pushed against the metal that confined it.  

The Chinese Stud dropped to his knees directly in front of the former Champ.  He double bi-flexed and stared upwards at the man he had defeated.  His hard cock twitched as his eyes stared at the caged cock and balls desperate for release.  He said “As your AsianMuscleGod, give me your cum, my Stallion.  Mark me as your Bitch Boi.”  He reached up, inserted the key into the lock and unlocked it.  As he pulled the lock off, the Stallion’s baseball shaped 8” cock sprung free above his smooth balls.  Saying nothing, Han kept the shower spray flowing into Vinny’s sack.  The warm water massage pushed VMS closer to his climax.  AMG watched as if in a trance.  With his face inches away from Vinny’s swollen dick, Wu flexed one of his 23” biceps and stroked his hard cock with the other hand.  

AMG’s flexed cep and black pit hair was too much for the Stallion.  In seconds, his cock bobbed handsfree and blasted a cum load onto AMG’s face and outstretched tongue.  “UNGH!…UNGH!…UNGH!”  As Han withdrew the shower head, the AsianMuscleGod moved closer and pulled Vinny’s dick downwards.  He swallowed the big, dripping mushroom head and took the thick cock to the back of his throat.  He jerked his 8” uncut cock and went over the edge impaled on the Bay Ridge Hero’s nearly perfect dick.  Cum shot upwards then puddled on the floor of the shower stall.  “FUCK YES MY BITCH BOI!” shouted Master Han.

As his cock head was polished, Vinny was amazed.  How had AMG gone from a complete Alpha to the Stallion’s submissive Bitch so quickly?  Whatever the reason, it was fucking hot.  And the Bay Ridge Hero now knew AMG had a vulnerable side.  Master Han saw what Vinny was thinking and fretted a bit.  He knew what was coming but also that his Student needed it.  Ever since he had been humiliated by Jack Taylor (aka JackedStud) in the shower stall at SUNY Geneseo several years earlier, AMG sometimes craved being marked as another Alpha’s Bitch.  Master Han made a note to work on this flaw with his protege.

As the Asian Alpha finally pulled off Vinny’s semi-hard cock, the Stallion suddenly swung his legs upwards and wrapped his 33” python quads around Tanner Wu’s neck and SQUEEZED tightly in a HEAD SCISSORS.  “GGGGHHHHGGGG” gasped and wheezed the AsianMuscleGod as he felt his air supply constricted.  His face was pressed into Vinny’s smooth balls.  The Stallion grunted and kept up the pressure as AMG’s arms waved haphazardly, fast initially then slowing down.  His eyes bulged and his face turned dark as he became dizzy.  His head slowly rolled backwards as his whole muscled body went limp.  Vinny released his head scissors and the AsianMuscleGod crumpled onto the floor on his 54” pecs.  His face fell into a puddle of his own cum.  Asleep.  VinnyMuscleStallion’s Bitch Boi….

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Alone in his apartment the next morning, Vinny yawned and stretched his 22” guns above his head.  His morning wood was pressing against the fabric of his white briefs.  He wondered about his former Coach and lover BlackAlpha but was smart enough to know that chapter in his life was likely over.  He looked at his Contacts on his mobile device.  He found the one he wanted and dialed the number in Puerto Rico.  “Yeah, that you Vinny,” came the reply, “I heard you lost your TSWF title last night.”  “That’s right Joel, but I learned the new Alpha Champ—your opponent for the title—has a rather submissive side.”  “Hmmmm, really?” said Joel, “Tell me about it.”

The End.

I woke up the next morning still tingling from the experience from the night before and the promise of a second meet. A quick coffee and a slice of toast and I headed off to the conference centre where I was working. I couldn’t get his massive body and humungous dick out of my mind. What was being spoken about, I cannot say as I was just hoping that the morning would pass by as quickly as possible. I took no notes and was doodling on my note pad. I was very careful not to draw penises. What an analyst of doodles would make of my drawings I’d hate to know. Muscle and huge dick, I suppose.
Eventually, the morning came to an end, and my neighbour said to me that I seemed to find the talks as boring as he did. I laughed out an agreement. As I’d said I’d call the stud, I went to a quiet corner in the Conference Centre atrium, and called him. He answered immediately, much to my relief.
How you feeling, I was asked. Bored shitless, was my reply. I said I was looking for some excitement again. He asked where I was staying. I gave him my hotel name and address and room number. He said he’d be there at 6pm. Right on! I needed to eat something substantial. I walked across the centre to the confectionary, and got some food, and sat down at a table. The guy who was sitting next to me in the hall came and joined me and stated that I was looking a lot better. Sure I said I got myself a date for the night. Lucky girl the guy said with a twinkle in his eye. I just thought about what he’d say if I told him the reality of the situation. Then I thought about it. He said Lucky Girl not lucky me. He most probably was gay and fancied me.

The afternoon couldn’t pass quickly enough and of course it dragged by. I was very aware though that the guy sitting next to me was glancing at me and adjusting his arm and leg to touch mine. I was really onto his game and moved away to avoid contact. I was thinking that he stood no chance, and if he thought that he could get into a three-some with a girl, then he was living in fantasyland.
Eventually, the afternoon session came to an end, and he gave his final try. “Like a drink to wash away a boring day?” I told him politely “No my date is at six, and I need to freshen up”. So he told me it was OK and to have a good time, with a look of regret in his eyes.
I made my way back to the hotel, and, put my notes into my suitcase, and stripped off for a cooling shower. I had just about thirty minutes. I dried myself, and put on a clean pair of underwear, slipping my dick under my balls. I prefer it that was as when I get excited, my dick expands and stretches the material and pulls the elastic band away from my pubic area. Then I put on the towelling gown of the hotel. If action was to happen again I didn’t want to waste time, taking off all my clothes.
A few moments after six, my hotel room phone rang and the reception announced that I had visitors and was it ok for them to come to my room. I told them yes it was fine and had been arranged and as I put the phone down, it clicked that the receptionist had said “Visitors”. More than one. A couple of minutes later the bell to my room rang and I opened the door. There was my hunky friend from the night before, looking magnificent and he walked into the room and gave me a huge hug. He broke the hug and turned to present me his friend Eric. Woof! A tall blue-eyed blond with blue eyes. Very good looking. No. I tell you lies. He was fucking sensational looking. Short blond crew cut hair, clean shaven, and a smile like the baby in the sun in “Teletubbies”, (if you don’t know Teletubbies then you should – it’s a great laugh) with lovely dimples on his cheeks and a square jaw with that oh-so sexy chin dimple. He was my height. He was carrying two plastic bags and placed them on the room table and walked towards me and shook my hand firmly. I told the guys to take off their jackets, which they did and they were both just wearing white vests, unbelievably tight, my friend showing off as much flesh as possible and Eric, showing off a wonderfully neat and sexily muscled swimmers build. What a couple of guys! My dick was hardening already. The contrast of their skin colour was also exciting.

My friend, announced that they had brought some Chinese to eat and some wine, and he asked if I minded if they ate. Of course, I didn’t mind and they opened the containers and we ate the food directly from the foil containers. We used the room’s glasses for the wine. We chatted about that day, and I found out that Eric was a model in NYC, had no work for the week, and was just hanging out, and had a call from my hunky pal to meet up for some fun this night. I was really cool about it. My friend was smiling all the time and when we had finished the food, we tidied up, with me in a single chair in my robe, and the other two sitting in the sofa opposite.

Hell you couldn’t but notice that he was getting hard. The bulge was so fucking obvious. I undid the cord on the bathrobe to show off my underwear, and Eric leaned back and put his arms behind his head to reveal hairless armpits. My dick was now straining for freedom. Eric moved one of his hands down over his chest and abs and raised it back up to tweak one of his nips. He was told to remove his vest. He stood up, pulled out the vest from his jeans and slipped it over his head. He was beautifully toned, and had a golden tan. Then he was told to undo his blue jeans. He did as he was told. Undoing the top button and lowering the zipper over a very decent looking bulge. Then he was told to get on his knees in front of me and to lick my underwear. Wow, I just sat there as this amazing top gave orders to the blond hunk and he obeyed him implicitly.

I spread my legs so Eric could get easy access to my groin, which was by now seriously leaking. He wetted his tongue and looked up into my eyes and licked the enclosed bulge with long strokes every now and again re-wetting his tongue every now and again with his saliva and getting my undies very sodden and almost transparent. My super hung – super bodied friend leant forward and pulled of his boots and socks, then stood up and removed his vest too. Revealing that magnificent torso again. He must have been to the gym that afternoon, as he was still really pumped. The veins on his arms and chest standing out. His nips erect. His bull neck magnificent. Then as Eric continued his licking on me, he stood up and removed his jeans to reveal a pair of loose fitting leather shorts with about four inches of his dick below the seam down one side of his leg. It was even thicker than I had remembered. He came and stood alongside me. “Play with his nipples as I taught you” he said, in a really sexy guttural voice. Eric continued wetting my briefs, reached up with both hands and started rubbing and pinching my nips. I am so wired there. The sensation went straight to my balls.
Then he leaned over to me and kissed me. The most exciting of kisses with plenty of tongue. My underwear was being licked by a sexy blond who was expertly working my nips at the same time, and a sexy man mountain of a hunk was giving the kiss of a lifetime. I could have burst at any time. He broke the kiss stood up and just said “take them off”. Eric broke from my nips and was pulling down my underwear. My dick just broke free, wobbling into the erect position. I lifted up my butt so Eric could remove my sodden briefs completely and he gave a sigh when he saw my dick and low hanging balls for the first time. The next command came. “Continue”. Eric was now licking my freed shaft and balls like crazy. I was told to push his head down. I did, especially when Eric had a few inches of my dick in his mouth. I was pushing his face right down into my groin and holding him there. I could feel his tongue working around the base of my dick as I was down his throat. He was breathing heavily through his nose. After a few seconds, I released him and he came off my dick breathing very hard, and dived all the way back down my shaft again working his throat and tongue on my exploding dick. I was pushing his head down again. My friend standing next to me was also breathing hard and lifted the leg of his leather shorts upwards and over his mountainous dick to show off all he had and his balls too. It seemed even bigger than the previous night, and I reached over with my spare hand to hold it again. I was still wondering if it was for real. He was really hard. His dick veined. His foreskin halfway over his cockhead. I leaned over to suck on it, but he pushed me away. So I stroked it, pulling back the foreskin over his glans freeing his cockhead. It came to me just then that my studly New York friend was not only an exhibitionist but also a voyeur.

Eric was still bravely sucking my dick to my pubes and I now pushing his head up and down on my totally hard dick and he was giving my cockhead a wonderful workout. My friend’s dick was lubing freely, and he moved back from me into the rooms centre and pulled off his leather shorts. He was totally naked and looked the absolute epitome of male sexuality. Built perfectly to my eyes, and hung like a fucking pedigree horse. His dick so heavy that it pointed downward. Then another command. Simply “Come”. Eric rose from me and walked to my superman pal. Dropped to his knees and devoured the monster dick in one go. Absolutely no struggle. Right down it went disappearing down his throat. I had honestly never seen anything like it. Back and forward he went over this twelve and a half inch tool. Then he was allowed to just suck on the top of the dick using his talented tongue. I was sitting back stroking myself in amazement. My friend gestured to come and stand next to him. He turned me to face him at a right angle. Our dicks touching. He kissed me again and reached down and grabbed my dick the base. As Eric had about half of his dick in his mouth, he hit his dick with mine. Hard. This I had never done before. The effect on Eric was astounding. He was grunting with pleasure each time my dick hit my friends massiveness. Eric was sucking his fat shaft and I took up the action with my dick, slapping the shaft as hard as I could. Eric was on his knees, still with his loosened jeans, underwear, shoes and socks on. He had not been allowed to take them off.

So we were in the centre of the room. My friend (let’s call him H) and I both naked and hard and the sexy blond Eric still half-dressed sucking on H’s monster twelve and a half inch dick.
H gave his next order to Eric. “Suck us both!” Eric did as he was told, slobbering all over both or tools taking it in turn to deep throat us. H leaned over to me, kissing me hungrily and reaching around my back to work one nip as he has holding me and working the other nip with his other hand. He broke away from the kiss to tell me to force Eric to deep throat us, and he turned back to kiss me. I was getting very weak in the knees with all this attention. I was making Eric deep throat H rather than me as I was so close to cumming. I also wanted to suck and to see the stunning Eric naked. H pulled us both away from Eric. Rubbing or wet dicks together and kissing me. He broke away from the kiss. He gasped out, “You fucking sexy dude, I wanted you the moment I saw you enter the bar last night. What you want to happen next?”

I told him I wanted to see Eric naked. It seemed wrong for us all not to be naked. So Eric was ordered to strip. He took off his boots, socks, and slid down his jeans. He has white undies on which were bulging and wet. He had obviously been leaking as he had been deep throating us. He had great legs, an super flat stomach with good abs, a well-muscled chest and arms, dark well used nips which seemed to have been recently used well and had a slight covering of blond hair on his forearms. He also had wonderful unblemished tanned skin too. He was constantly smiling with perfect teeth and ice cool deep blue eyes which sparkled with sexual lust. This guy was enjoying himself. He turned sexily away from us and lowered his underwear to the floor revealing a fantastic arse. Bubble butted with three glorious tan lines – the lower waist and the two legs. His butt was perfect white. He turned to face us. His dick was nice and thick. About an inch shorter than mine. It was hard against his stomach and hiding most of his blond pubes which were perfectly trimmed. This was a studly guy indeed. H beckoned Eric to join us. He came over and our three bodies contacted. Eric’s body was hot. We wrapped our arms around each other and embraced and kissed. A lovely three way kiss with plenty of tongue action. Two muscled black guys and a sexy swimmers build blond.
H said “Let’s take this to the bed.” We walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. H in the middle of us. “Come on guys, take care of me”. He said. Eric, immediately started kissing H and I was working his nips, twisting squeezing and pulling them whilst chewing, nipping licking and sucking them. Eric came down to join me. We had a nip each. H pushing our heads into his chest. I took the opportunity to join Eric on one nip and we licked the hard nip at the same time, and took the chance to kiss each other too. Eric had a very sweet mouth. He was grinding his dick against H’s and H was fingering his butthole. H lifted his free arm above his head, flexing his ceps. Immediately Eric was there, licking H’s pit and the bulging gun on his upper arm. The fucking thing was about 20 inches. Eric was trying to bite the flesh on the hard bicep, but it was so taut that his teeth just slid off the skin. I was now licking H’s abs and the sides of his narrow waist. I was also getting a great view of both the guys’ dicks grinding together.

I took my chance and started to suck on both of them. Eric’s dick fitted perfectly in my mouth and tasted just as sweet as his kisses. Again I had difficulty in getting a couple of inches of H’s dick in my mouth and to be honest, Eric’s dick was rubbing into my nose which made the situation a bit uncomfortable. I tried to push Eric’s dick aside but them Eric came down to join in the action on H’s monster. We were now both sucking on this monster dick. I was licking the shaft and Eric sucking on it like a madman possessed. I gave up trying to suck it as Eric was completely swallowing it all right in front of my eyes, so I moved down to H’s balls, taking first one ball and then the second one my lips meeting Eric at the base, our lips meeting briefly. At one point, our eyes met and his eyes were shining brightly. I liked this talented blond guy a lot. H lifted Eric’s body so he was now in a 69 position, and indeed that is what they were doing to each other. H on the bottom. He lifted his legs in the air so that his balls hung below him towards his asshole. And I started to slobber all over them, and then slowly elongating my tonguing towards his arsehole and to rim his hole. H was moaning like crazy. His butt flexing and his hole puckering. Eric too was groaning. I moved around to the other end of the guys. Eric’s butt was up in the air. His hairless hole open for me. I could see H sucking on Eric’s dick giving it a good time by the looks of it, but I was captivated my Eric’s untanned arse. I just dived into his cheeks, tasting that blond butt hole. He let out a low rumble. I grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart. His bubble butt was really hard but my actions on his arsehole had him totally relaxed and he was vibrating his hole for me in invitation to eat more.

H pulled off Eric’s dick and shifted himself slightly to join me eating out this succulent hole. He paused a while and smiled at me. We kissed passionately and then dived back into his hole out tongues mashing together when we met. The H pushed Eric’s arse in the air. He looked at me and nodded towards Eric’s butt as if to say go ahead, fill it. I walked over to the table to pick up a rubber. Carefully unwrapped it and nursed it onto my nine and half incher. My Pride of Jamaica. H was really opening up his hole with his mouth and four fingers, making it ready for me. Eric was still sucking deep on H’s dick. I aimed my rock hard dick at the red bulls-eye on the untanned butt. There was no resistance it just slid in there. I expected some tightening when I got to about six inches deep, where you get to hit the tightness to the second chamber, but nothing, I kept filling the blond guy and soon I was in heaven as I felt his ring tighten against the bottom of my dick. Damn this was one talented bottom boy. Then magic. He rippled his ass muscle all the way along my shaft, vibrating his hole around my dick. Oh man what a guy. I started to fuck, slowly at first moving about an inch and a half of my Pride in and out his hole. I increased the speed of my thrusting. H must have has a great view as he was encouraging me with a steady stream of “Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhhhhh! Do it. Fuck him good.” He further encouraged me by licking my balls as I fucked making me feel wonderful. Eric continued to massage my dick as I fucked. He was moaning with delight, and telling me to fuck harder and longer. I was now pummelling his hole almost pulling all my dick out and ramming it back in again. H continually encouraging me by saying how great it looked. My Jamaican dick filling the blonds hole completely. H telling me not to cum as there was more to happen. After about ten minutes of delicious fucking Eric pulled off my dick, reached over for an XXL rubber for H’s dick. He stood over H, his legs each side of H’s narrow waist facing both H and myself. H raised his massive dick into the air and Eric bend down and reached behind to take hold of H’s dick. Then astonishingly, he sat on this mountainous tool and, just as easily as he took my pride, he devoured H’s totally and stared to fuck himself on it. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I’d not have believed it. The most remarkable thing to me was that Eric’s dick was hard all the time. Twelve and a half inches of Black dick all the way in his hole. I walked around to get a close up of H’s dick being eaten by his untanned sexy bubble butt. I just had to see this for myself. Amazing. I was jacking off like crazy. The guys were really into each other. Eric moaning like crazy, H talking dirty all the time encouraging Eric to ride his monster. I moved back in front of the guys, and H told me to fuck Eric’s face. I presented my Pride to Eric’s face and he swallowed it all in one go. 23 inches of black dick deep inside this talented blond guy’s throat and ass.Then H grabbed my butt and pulled me down to his face and started to eat my butt too. Man I was loving this action. Eric leaned towards me to hold my face and was kissing me passionately. H licking my hole with gusto, and sucking on my balls. I leaned forward to reach out to Eric’s juicy nips to give them a great workout. Eric was now furiously jacking off. Getting off on the three-way action centred on himself. He pushed me back onto H’s face and he got a bigger rhythms jacking off. Eric called out that he was cumming. H pushed me off his face and told me to fuck Eric’s face. I rammed my dick down his throat and held him in place deep down my thick tool. Eric was now breathing heavily through his nose his chest heaving, his abs taut, I reached down to twist his nips really hard. H reached up to pull his balls hard too. That did it. Now snorting through his nose and lapping my dick base with his tongue and deep dicking himself on H’s twelve plus inches, he got his release. At first there was a small dribble of cum out of his dick and I was rather disappointed but them it happened. The second spurt flew into the air and hit my balls as he was still grunting on my dick. Then a third huge spurt hitting my waist. Then as he kept jacking a fourth and fifth spurt flew onto H’s huge chest. Then three of four lesser spurts onto my legs and H’s abs. He now stopped fucking himself on H’s dick, his breathing was less laboured on my dick but still fast. He slowly let my dick fall from his mouth and he collapsed onto me holding himself tightly onto my legs.

H get out a groan of appreciation. “Well done son” was all be said. I looked down to H and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He looked at me and asked “Hot huh?” I agreed. He lifted Eric off his dick and Eric fell to the bed. After a few moments of petting kisses, H told him to get into position to get him off. He told me to get down below his balls and to eat his ass and suck his balls like the previous night. Eric stood above H’s head and lowered himself down for H to eat his fucked ass. H jacked himself and took our attentions really well. He was really eating out Eric’s hole deep. I was lapping his butt-hole as best as I could and taking his balls in my mouth. Then suddenly when I had both balls in my mouth and pulling them down as they tightened in his ball sack, H gave out a small moan that grew louder and more extreme in tone, then suddenly he stopped jacking and I could just see a steady stream of cum pour out his massive dick. It poured out like a thick creamy piss stream for about twelve seconds forming a pool of cum on his abs. Eric gave his approval. “My God the best yet man” he told H. I pulled of H’s balls and looked up to his abs, there was an amazing amount of cum on his abs. Eric ran into the bathroom to quickly grab a towel. He covered the cum with the hotels towel and lay down next to H and was kissing him like a lover after orgasm.

H gave that grin again. “I suppose you need to shoot a biggie now” he said. I told him I was not sure I could manage as big a load as they had. I was told that they would do their best to treat me good. H said that he knew what would get me off big time. I told him that I doubted it. He told Eric to lie down on the floor and for me to present my dick for him to suck. So this I did, and was soon face-fucking him again and loving it. H came down to me face to face and was kissing me passionately and talking dirty to me. Did I like Eric Deep throating me? Was it good for me to see him swallow H’s dick totally? Was Eric a good fuck? Was the fucking I saw H give to Eric a turn on? He placed his face by my nips and now was teasing me? Did I need my nips sucked on? Chewed, twisted? Man did I ever. He just asked me the questions, but didn’t do anything. I was now fucking Eric’s face hard. Then H, the fucking tease, told Eric to stop sucking me. Damn the bastard, I was getting there. Then he told Eric to get under me to lick my balls. He was now breathing on my nips and presenting fantasies of all three together doing wild things. My nips now really wild with the breathing and blowing he was giving me and Eric licking my balls at the same time, and being so wired I was leaking again, and needed to jack off. So I grabbed hold of my Pride of Jamaica, and stroked myself. H was now licking my nips, and nipping them with his teeth, still talking dirty to me. He told Eric to lick my asshole. Oh man. Such pleasure and delight. Such sensations on my balls. He then presented his massive chest to my face, his nips in front of my mouth. Oh man I wanted to suck and chew them. As I tried, he pulled away, and when I moved back he presented them again. Now his dirty talk switched to teasing. He knew damned well that I wanted to worship his nips and chest like crazy. He was not going to let me. To add to the tease, as I was jacking off I could feel his huge dick against my fist and dick banging against me. Damn the man knew how to turn a guy on with simple things.

Eric was still eating my hole, I was riding his face. H told him to work one of my nips with his hand. Eric obliged perfectly. Now H stood up on the bed above me. I reached up to stroke his abs and chest and he pushed me away. I tried again, and was again rebuffed. His massive flaccid tool was right in front of my face. The more he teased me the harder I pushed my arse into Eric’s face. I was asked if I like Eric’s tongue. Which was better, Eric’s mouth or his body? What did I want more? My brain, my hole, my nips, my desires for his body was now totally making my brain totally focused on orgasm.
Then he did it. He reached down to work my spare nips hard. He ordered Eric to eat my ass deep. He did. He told Eric to damage my nip. He did. Then he started to slap my face with his massive flaccid dick. Oh man, I was so close.

How would I like to double fuck Eric with him.

 Man that was it.

As soon as he said it I released my load. All I know it was a biggie. H jumped back a bit saying “shit”. Both my nips were in ecstasy and my balls knew it. Eric was tonguing my hole like crazy. I don’t know how much I shot. When my orgasm ended I was shaking like crazy. H was kissing me and trying to hold me up. I was aware that I might have been suffocating Eric as he was trying to lift me off my face. H helped me down onto the bed and I lay there shaking. Eric came to me and was kissing me. H, the dirty fuck was still in dirty talk mode. “Yeah taste your own asshole from his kisses. Yeah go on plenty of tongue with each other”. He joined our kisses.

When I had stopped shaking, he smiled at me and asked if I enjoyed it. I started laughing. I became rather hysterical. The guys were kissing me to calm me down. Man did I ever enjoy it. I started to drift off to sleep, but was aware of the guys talking, but what about I had no idea. Very soon I came back to full consciousness.

Eric looked around and exclaimed that I had shot a massive load. I told him I had no idea how much I’d cum. H got off the bed and brought three glasses of wine. We toasted each other. My heartbeat eventually came back to normal and I was aware that my nips were sore. I told the guys I needed a shower. I went into the bathroom and ran a cool shower. I was very sweaty and cummy. As I washed myself, Eric came to join me. This beautiful blond guy was washing me, kissing me and also whispering in my ear that he was really attracted to me, could we meet up alone. Oh man. My dick which had just had a massive orgasm not ten minutes before was now again rock hard. I asked Eric a question, the one question that had remained in my mind even when I was teetering on unconsciousness. Had Eric ever been double fucked by H and another guy? Yes I was told a few times. The best was with a Cuban guy with a body and dick the equal of H’s. I looked into Eric’s eyes questioningly. He gave me a gorgeous smile and nodded affirming the answer. He grabbed hold of my dick and said that it seemed that I was up for more, and winked at me. Go and dry off he told me, I took a towel and walked back into the main room to see H fast asleep on the bed, naked, muscled, and totally hung. I grabbed my phone and took a couple of photos whilst I had the chance. I was indeed going to show my pals back in London evidence of this monster. Eric came back into the room with a towel around his waist. He saw H on the bed and muttered “typical”. Took off his towel and slapped H with it shouting “Wake up dickhead”. Having seen him as a sort of sub earlier I was surprised. H raised himself. Eric told him to get a shower and he headed into the bathroom with no complaint.
Eric and I were alone again and lay on the bed with me. He cuddled up to me. I asked him if He and H were an item. No, I was told, but they got together for threesome and sometimes group fun. Eric told me that he really wanted to do one on one fun with me if possible. We exchanged numbers, though I warned Eric that I was only in town for another two nights before I had to return to London. He reminded me that he wasn’t working that week. So I told him to call me lunchtime. I was assured that he would.

H came back into the main room, naked wet, with the towel over his shoulder. He looked magnificent. Bodybuilders build, handsome and a dick of death. He rubbed off the excess water and joined Eric and I on the bed. We lay there caressing each other. I was in the middle. Then H and Eric started a discussion of the guys they had done threesomes with and the action they had experienced, and the group fun they had dome in New York. I was so turned on by this conversation, and asking questions about how they found these guys and so on. Eric was playing with one of my tender nips, H was kissing my neck and ear, and my Pride was pointing to the ceiling.
H turned to me. Like some more? He asked. Eric stated that it was only 10:30. And suddenly they were all over me.

The three of us had been lying on the bed, after a good shower that cooled our bodies down. However our ardour was just as strong as earlier. H was talking about some of the other threesomes he’d had with Eric as the very willing and compliant bottom. I was finding this dirty talk to be a major turn on, especially with the handsome blond Eric cuddled up to me and his dick hard against my groin. When H started to talk about group action, well that really fired up my brain and my dick was at attention trying to find the ceiling in the hotel room. I was resisting the temptation to jack off as H was chatting away, and he could see that I was enjoying this after sex chat. H got off the bed and went to the toilet. He had to walk around the front of the bed to get there. His massive tool was hanging loose, the tip of his monster about 3 inches from his knee. What really triggered me was the way it swung back and forth as he walked to the bathroom.  Coupled with his body builder frame he was the epitome of manhood to my eyes.

We could hear him pissing in the bathroom. Eric turned his whole body onto mine our dicks mashed together. He was kissing me passionately.  I put one hand to his head to hold the kiss, the other hand rubbing down the musculature of his swimmers build back to his wonderful untanned butt.  H flushed the toilet, and I heard the wash basin being used and a few moments later he walked back into the main room with a small hand towel being used to dry his dick. He clambered back onto the bed, and lay beside us face us and joined in the three way kissing.  Eric rolled off me and walked around the bed to be on the other side of H. He was now in the middle.  Together we attacked H’s body. I was onto his arms pits and chest and Eric again was swallowing H’s dick whole. I moved so that my dick was at H’s mouth. Expertly he was sucking my 9 inches whilst Eric was giving a master class on cocksucking  massive thick dick. I shifted my weight once H had released my dick from his mouth to sit on his face. Oh how well he could tease my asshole with his tongue. He knew just enough to please and not over do the mouth action. I could look down and still see Eric saliva lubing H’s dick.

The blond moved so his butt was rubbing against H’s man tool.  The suddenly he sat down on H’s manhood, all the way down and bare. Judging by the tonguing my hole was getting from H, he was appreciating the ride his dick was getting from Eric. Eric put both his hands behind his head as he fucked himself on H’s dick. The guy was so happy. H’s rimming of my hole was now frantic. I was jacking off like crazy. Then Eric leant over towards me and started sucking my dick. I leaned back so he could get more mouth over my dick and H was prising open my arse cheeks to get more of my hole eaten.  We were in this position for a few minutes and my knees were getting tired so I stood up. H pulled Eric off his dick. It was shining wet. H told me to lie down on the bed, and walked over to the table where I had kept my rubbers. He ripped open the covering, put the rubber in his mouth and expertly rolled the rubber down my shaft using his lips. He looked at me with a knowing triumphant smile. Smug sexy bastard. He then told Eric to sit in my dick. Eric back in sub mode did as he was told and soon I felt his ass all the way down to my pubes and balls, and Eric was riding me expertly.

H came around to kiss me and to work my nips. He knew the reaction he’d get from me. He started to nibble my ears muttering dirty words in them. Asking how I liked his blond boy’s butthole. Was it tight enough for me? Could I feel his boy‘s hole rippling down my dick? Did I want to suck his dick? Did I want to have him sit on my face? Did I want him to slap my face with his twelve incher? Did I want to see him face fuck his boy? Did I want to feel his dick against mine inside Eric’s fuck tube? Come on, he was saying tell him what I wanted. I told him I wanted it all. I told him I wanted this to last for ever. He then turned to Eric and asked him what he wanted.

Eric’s reply was instant. He wanted both of us inside him.  H walked away from me and positioned himself behind Eric. He was licking all around my dick as it was filling Eric’s hole. Then he pushed Eric down on top of me. He put his arms around my neck kissed me gently and whispered that it would be fine. Then I could feel H put his dick above mine and I could feel a couple of his fingers stretching open Eric hole wider. I stopped fucking. Eric was now totally relaxing his body. He was kissing me, and I could feel his dick hard against my abs. H was now putting in a couple more fingers, fingering Eric and opening up his Shute.  The he shifted himself slightly and I could feel the pressure of his dick against mine as it started to enter Eric’s ass. He was just kissing me and kissing me, his swimmers body tight against mine with his arms around my neck. I could now feel and guessed that H must have had about two or three inches inside Eric with me. It felt so good. The there was a push and I really felt H slide against my dick. He was now gently fucking against my dick, slowly increasing the speed of his strokes and slightly pressuring his dick further into Eric. I started to fuck again. H gave out a moan of appreciation. My dick must have been pleasuring his. Eric had not said a work, or a sigh.

H leant forward and put his fists either side of Eric and myself. I could see his face, his neck, massive shoulders and the top of his huge chest above us both. His eyes were glazed in concentration. He was still fucking and pushing against my dick. The suddenly, I could feel his dick against my cockhead. Wow it was an amazing sensation. It was like my dick being stimulated by a guy just using his hand around the top of my dick, around and around. To be honest, I couldn’t feel Eric’s ass around my dick. The feeling was just H’s monster against mine. He was now thrusting madly. Eric was now kissing me passionately. He moved his arms from behind my neck and was holding my face with his hands and just thrusting his tongue down my throat. H continued deep fucking. He leaned his torso down towards my head. His face was just a couple of inches from mine. I pulled my head away from Eric’s grasp and pulled myself to wards H. I desperately want to connect with the guy and kiss. Fortunately he had the same wants. We were kissing and both fucking Eric at the same time. Eric was now moaning. I could feel his hard dick against me. I swear it was leaking.  H and I were alternating strokes inside Eric, our cockheads rubbing against each other. Eric turned his head towards H and they kissed. I could only guess what he was feeling in his hole. If the way he was kissing and the way his dick was throbbing against my abs, he must have been loving it. Then H started to really thrust. I was having trouble fucking at the same time, so I stayed still and getting off on the sensation of his dick stimulating my cockhead.

 

I have to say that I have double fucked a few times before this but I never had such a sensation as this one. It must have been the size of H’s twelve and a half inches and his extraordinary thickness. Thinking about it, this must have been the first time that a guy with a bigger dick than mine had been double fucking with me. Also for the first time I was the lower dick. In DP, the top dick does most of the fucking in my experience.

We had both been inside Eric for ten to fifteen minutes, kissing and H commenting how great it felt to be double fucking the blond swimmer. I honestly loved the action but was beginning to feel the weight of both the guys on top of me, and being both unable and unwilling to move or change position. I was thinking that I’d have loved to have a photo of both our dicks inside Eric but no one to take the photo. There was a mirror in the room but we were sideways onto to it. It was great to see H’s massive bulk as he was fucking and the contrast of Eric’s tanned white skin against the darkness of our differing black hues. Eric was definitely being sandwiched.

H then asked his boy if he was ready. Eric replied that he was, and slowly H pulled out of his shute. I could feel the looseness of Eric now. I was still able to fuck him good. H came and stood in front of Eric pointing his fat cock in front of his face. Eric just opened his mouth and took his masters dick into his mouth. H was encouraging him. Yeah clean my dick boy. Taste your fuck hole on my dick. I could look up and see Eric showing H that he was licking all parts of his master’s dick. Eric was still riding me and now jacking himself off like crazy, as he sucked and licked and tasted H’s super dick. H was playing with his nips as he face fucked Eric. H had his legs astride my chest and I leaned up to kiss his butt. H obliged me by relaxing his very tight as cheeks to allow me to eat his butt which is exactly what I wanted. Eric started grunting. He was holding H’s dick in his mouth, trying to wrap his lips as far as he could down the shaft. The suddenly, I felt his ass tube tighten around my dick, I started to fuck as fast as I could. Eric was now furiously jacking, as I could feel his hand banging against my abs. He was now really breathing fast and hard and then suddenly, his cum splashed all over my chest, shoulders and arms. H’s ass cheeks tightened, he was face-fucking Eric, who was doing his best to hold himself on my dick and H’s tool. Then H took his dick out of Eric’s mouth and put pressure on my face to make me lie back on the bed. H was riding my mouth again and I was eating him like a madman. Again I felt cum splash onto my body. H was grunting like a pig just about to be fed for the first time. This must have gone on for a minute. H’s asshole was spasming against my mouth and tongue in orgasmic pleasure. Then he collapsed onto the bed, and I could see Eric’s face and body covered by H’s cum. Eric’s dick still hard and covered with his own and H’s cum and he was still professionally fucking himself on my dick. 

Eric pulled himself off my rubbered dick. It was fine after the hard double fucking He had just had.  He pulled it off and started to jack me off, kneeling by my face. His cummy dick by my face. Eric raised himself and knelt at the other side of me his dick against my cheek. They both started to work my nips one each side. Eric still jacking me off.  H was looking down at me smiling with a sexy grin on his handsome face. He knew exactly what was going to get me off big time. The guys were now giving my nips the workout of the year. My balls were really tightening. I’ve always found it difficult to cum with someone jacking me off. Most times I have to finish off myself, but Eric’s hand was talented and he knew just how to handle my nine inches.  They were kissing each other and I could see these two sexy guys getting off on each other. H took hold of Eric dick and started to slap my face with it. The bastard knew I loved it. Eric was still jacking me and I was now feeling the pressure to cum. H took Eric’s dick and laid  it over my mouth, He took hold of his own dick and again started to lift it up and drop it onto my eyes and forehead making a loud slap with it every time. Occasionally he would deliberately drop it onto Eric’s dick as it lay across my mouth. Both of them were now torturing my nips to oblivion. Eric also jacking me. My balls now boiling and on edge from the nip work and jacking and my brain loving all the attention. I was raising my hips in the air to make resistance to shooting. My abs very taut, but Eric kept jacking. I was now breathing very strongly and then resistance was futile. Release came suddenly. My brain could stop it. I felt a couple of streams of cum land on my face and on both their dicks. I heard one stream of cum fly past my ear. I felt my cum land against my chest and on my chin. Eric gasped out loud. My dick was now hurting from Eric’s jacking.  I had to put my hand on his to stop him wanking me anymore. Eric was now laughing. Fucking Hell he was saying. I could feel my cum falling down my face and some approaching my eye. It was the most intense orgasm I’d had in ages, even better than the first time the previous even alone with H. He reached down for the towel he had brought earlier, and very gently wiped my face. He grinned at me. “Like that” he said. “Nah” I said, “I fucking Loved it”. We looked at the time. It was just after midnight. If anyone was in the rooms next door they must have had orgasm after orgasm listening in to the three of us.  I sent the two of them into the bathroom to clean up. I called room service for a couple of bottles of wine. I wasn’t letting them go instantly. The room service arrived within ten minutes. He was a sexy dude and if I didn’t have two other studs in the showers, I’d have made a swing on the guy. He must have been able to smell the man sex in the room. I signed for the wine giving him a tip in addition set him free to go back to the kitchen to tell his pals about the smell in the room and the state of the bed and the clothes on the floor. He’d have to notice. He left with a sexy grin on his face. Eric came out the bathroom first, towel over his shoulder, and then H came out totally naked, his dick swinging and his body pumped. I showed them the wine and headed into the shower to clean up myself. When I came out, Eric was on his knees in front of H sucking him again and deep throating him. I laughed at them. These guys couldn’t stop. I asked if they had been fucking before they came to see me at six, and they affirmed it. I say back and took a large glass of wine. I told them to count me out this round.

 

I asked H if he had any juice left in his balls. He said that we’d find out soon enough. Every now and again Eric went right down on H’s dick but mostly he was sucking the fat head and jacking on it. I just watched. I admit my dick was getting hard watching the sexy blond sucking the huge dick, though I was determined just to be the voyeur this time. Eric’s sucking became more intense. He was jacking off H as he sucked. It was fascinating to watch this expert cocksucker in action. H just sat back his fantastic body still pumped up, occasionally flexing his arms to show off and bouncing his pecs. Eric just jacked and sucked. Then the phone rang. It was the guy from Room service. Was everything ok with the wine? Did we need any water? I deliberately asked both the guys if they needed water, both said no. The room service guy could now tell his fellow workers that there were three guys at it in my room. Did we need to have the empty bottles of wine collected? As we hadn’t even finished the first one I told him that it wasn’t necessary. The guy was trying it on for sure. Well if we wanted the bottles collected just call down for him to come and retrieve them. He emphasised the word “come”.  I reported the conversation to the guys. H said that I should have told him to come to the room. He loved seeing guys’ reaction to his dick.

Eric was showing no signs of slowing down. H was once again pushing his head right down on his shaft. He only let go of the dick when he had too, and as soon as he was able he was jacking the colossal tool as soon as he could. H just lay back in the chair, sipping some wine. I picked up the bottle of wine and walked over to top up his glass. He grabbed hold of me and pulled me down to kiss me. I liked this attentive guy. After filling his glass, I put down the bottle and knelt down beside him and started to lick his nipple. He gave a growl of approval. Eric was now seriously sucking and jacking him. I started sucking on H’s nip. He was responding my pushing his chest to my mouth. I responded by starting to nibble his hard nip. H was now talking dirty to Eric and encouraging me to hurt his nip. So I turned to chewing it and alternately licking and sucking it, varying the action.  He verbally approved the action and was now pumping Eric’s face. Then I saw something I’ll never forget, Eric was finger fucking H’s hole. He had three fingers in there, and was working them in deep. It made me wonder for a few moments if it was possible the H could be fucked. I decided to go onto the dirty verbals as I was orally working H’s nip. I told Eric how to suck on H’s dick. I told him to use his teeth to chew that colossal cock. I was telling him how to finger H’s hole. H closed his eyes, and told me to keep going. I walked around the back of the sofa, so I was behind H. I leaned over to continue the work on his nips and leaned down to work his other nip with my hand. I got a first class view of Eric’s oral action. H’s chest was reaction to the attention it was getting, and he definitely loved the inspiration I was giving to Eric. I slightly changed the dirty talk to fantasise with H about the sexy room service guy joining in the fun with us. He was joining in the talk and increasing the fantasy about what we would all be doing. The verbal fantasy was getting to H’s mind. His part in the dirty chat was getting wilder and wilder. Then he emitted a low rumbling growl from his throat. Eric was now jacking his dick faster and faster. H was growling loader and louder. I was really chewing his nip hard, rubbing it between my teeth. Then I was just gently sucking his nip twisting the other with my hand and then I slapped his chest repeatedly – HARD at the same time. That did it. The cum just poured out his dick one long stream of jizz.  I’d estimate about just under a largish handful.  Eric was still finger fucking H’s hole and jacking him off. The look on Eric’s face as H came was a picture.  How the hell H was able to produce so much cum for the third time that night I’d never know.  I know that I had blue balls from the action of the last couple of days. H showered again. Eric and I drank some more wine, as we both dressed. H returned from the shower totally naked with his bull cock swinging almost to his knees. He dressed, and joined us for some wine. Half way through the second bottle I noticed that it was near to three am. I had my conference at nine. I had to sleep. I knew that with those hot guys with me I’d not sleep. I told the guys so. They were very decent about it. H was the first to go. Eric stayed for a few more minutes. I learned later that he wanted to sleep with me. I’d promised him a one on one, and we did before I left for London, and it was excellent. I found out how he had met H and it was in the same bar in Hell’s Kitchen. He was offered a drink too.

I saw H again and had another 1-1 with him too. H kept up the dirty talk and fantasies, conjuring up an imaginary orgy with Eric, the room service guy, and the two of us with a couple more guys. On my flight home to London I had a constant reminder of the guy. My nips hurt so bad that each time my shirt rubbed against them, I was reminded of the action.  Also the sight of Eric swallowing that well oversized black dick and double fucking him and feeling H’s dick rub against mine inside Eric’s ass . I’ve got to say that I have jacked off thinking of that action, and remember, I have the photos of H’s dick that I secretly took when he crashed out and Eric was in the shower, and I jack off looking at them.  Since then I have heard from both the guys and H came over to spend a week in London with me, and yes, we did a few of my friends together including DP fun, but it was never as good as the first time with Eric, and they too tell me that H’s dick is the biggest they have ever encountered.  Eric has promised that one day he’ll come over to London too.

And I am still waiting to be asked to go back to New York for a conference again, but I suppose that my report on the conference was not as good as the report I’ve written here.

If you’ve enjoyed it let me know and if you have got off on it and dumped a good load, let me know too. I’m sure H will enjoy hearing about it.

I nearly creamed in my boxers the first time I laid eyes on him. He was not only a delectable hunk of man-meat, but he also smelled really good, too, leaving me a whiff of his expensive cologne as he passed me by in the hallway.

Although this stranger had been living right next door to me for at least a good six months, I never saw him before that day. All I knew of the man was that he lived with his girlfriend who tended to let everyone on our floor know when he was a complete and utter asshole. The woman did this by spouting off her latest suspicions of his alleged infidelity. She was armed with so much proof she had me rooting for her to throw his sorry ass out on the street. Some days she had the unknown jury convinced she would, letting everybody know she wasn’t one of those women that would put up with just anything to keep a man. The way she said it—so sultry in her raw native Caribbean tongue—she sometimes had me on edge thinking she was a voodoo spell away from turning him into a chicken or something weird like that. She came close a few times, really close, saying stuff I couldn’t really make any sense out of. But then he always managed to say something sweet and sexy and often left her cursing him in pleasure for about an hour or so against the backdrop of a very squeak bed for the same amount of time. Sometimes it felt like the best fuck of our lives, as I sometimes found myself propped up against my pillow playing with my wet hole and proud dripping dick to their vigorous lovemaking through the thin walls of the apartments.

As I finally put a face to the man who forever forced my hand into buying a dildo, I prayed I wasn’t too obvious in my staring as I was unhurried to unlock the door to my apartment. He was such a handsome soul. Just to say he was good-looking was merely an understatement. He was far beyond that. And to call him gorgeous wasn’t going to suffice either. With his smooth clean-shaven face, the ultimate tragedy was he was fully aware of his good-looks, fully aware his alluring smugness to the rest of the world could make knees buckle at his feet. His looks were not only striking, but he also carried a noticeable height and muscles that hugged his clothes. Leaving it at that also was an understatement. The man was a tower of diesel cuts that the gods chose to dust in a permanent coat of fine cocoa powder, standing six-foot-five and two hundred and something or other pounds.

I lingered around out in the hallway a few minutes more before going inside. I wanted to hold on the exact place I was standing when I witness perfection for the very first time, but not before I saw the Caribbean trick stroll out of her apartment with a favorable smile splashed across her face.

It was apparently one of those good days.

“Give Daddy some of that pussy, bitch! Give Daddy that sweet pussy! It’s my pussy, huh? Mine for the taking, huh?! It’s mine for the taking, huh, bitch?!? That’s what I thought, bitch, coming out of your ass all crooked! Ain’t talking that shit now! Yeah, BITCH!!!”

 

She ain’t going to let him get away with that? I heard at least three bitches.

“Oh Gawd, yes,” the bitch screamed breathlessly in her West Indian tongue to the rhythmic beat of the forever squeaky bed.

“Yes, what, ho? Whose pussy is this?!”

 

Now, I know she ain’t going to take that. He called her a ho! He got his ass cussed out for calling her baby.

“It’s yours Daddy. It’s yours for the taking, Dad-d-d-d-y! Yours for the motherfucking taking! Claim your pussy, Dad-d-d-d-dy! Claim your good pussy!”

 

Oh well. She likes it, I love it.

“AarrrghhhhHH!”

Precisely two weeks after I laid eyes on such a perfect specimen of man, his presence lingered with me down to the last detail of his handsome face as it came clear into mind as his growls of passion came rolling through our fragile wall. It probably wouldn’t have been so shameful if I wasn’t buck-naked on top of Oscar thoroughly pumping in and out of my well-slicked hole almost every night—twice when the nameless stranger over there did his due diligence fucking his woman. Oscar wasn’t my man. He was my substitute for the moment, one that came in real handy during these dick droughts. Oscar was always dependable, and frankly didn’t give a shit whose face or body I put on him. Then, of course, he also wasn’t real. Oscar was nothing more than my well designed, custom-crafted chocolate-covered realistic dildo with a suction base cup I mounted on an old telephone book I chose to ride out on top of my bed. While Oscar might not have had any beef with me fantasizing about the straight man next door, I surely did. I had too many porn stars to choose from to begin touring myself like that. Even though my head was on the right track, the seat of my pants was the one in the driver’s seat with the most generous amount of lube mixed in with my natural ass juices running out of me to drench the penetrable beast as I continuously thought about him over there.

“That’s it, give Big Daddy this sweet pussy!”

Even though I was no virgin, I quickly found out I wasn’t exactly a whore either, trying earnestly to take the full length of the nine-inch insertable. On a good day, I was able to take about six or seven inches with no problem. But it nearly felt like my asshole was being ripped in two trying to go that extra mile to rock bottom. Yet it didn’t stop me from trying to slide further down the imaginary cock of my real-life fuck daddy over there.

“It’s your pussy, Daddy! Take your sweet pussy!” Caribbean trick screamed like a wounded animal with the sound of her sopping cunt coming through the walls as well.

After I left my own girlfriend sometime back, I had no use for pussy anymore. The way he kept her satisfied every night made me slightly jealous though, even envious, that she should be so free to be with him like that in the same spirit my hungry asshole craved to be free with a throbbing dick inside of it.

I could hear her pussy juices slurping louder and louder with an ear-deafening pop that suggested he was excavating to the back of her lungs. The excitement of the two had my asshole convulsing with some of the clearest fluid to ever soak the telephone book and the sheets beneath me. I was more than ready to drain my balls of its tormented load, but I knew he was quite close to busting his own nutt. And after my mysterious neighbor had brought me this far in vicarious pleasure, it felt like some sort of betrayal if I came first, especially since in months past I learned to pinpoint the millisecond he came.

I couldn’t hold off much longer even though he was close to coming over there. Oscar, thoroughly abusing my prostate, caused my little head to drip and my big head spinning in a sexual frenzy as I tried to keep in step with the ferocious pace over there.

“Open wide, bitch! Me and my freakin’ big dick coming for that nasty snatch!” The nameless bastard grunted. “AaarrrrghhhhhHHHH!”

He came and came hard.

I tried to hold off a few seconds more. His rumblings from next door were just too much. I was shaking and vibrating and I shot my load all over across the bed. As it was all coming out of me, I began to slide further down onto Oscar with hardly any brakes at all, getting down on him further than I had ever done before. It was then and only then I realized I had everything Oscar had to give me plugged deep in my chute. I tried to pull off him, but my legs were cramped. My thick muscular thighs folded on top of them like an accordion.

It was while I was trying to get my legs out of their locked position I heard the telephone ring over there. I thought nothing of it at first. He was telling her to simply ignore it, lay with him for awhile. Her argument was it could be something important. Whatever it was, a deafening silence soon encrusted the room followed by an incessant crescendo of screaming and shouting by the girlfriend that just blasted through the thin walls like bad rap. It went from one end of the apartment to the other with her shrieking for him to get the hell out! Next thing I know I hear the front door slam shut with him out in the hallway. I made it to the front door just in time to hear him mumble something out there. I couldn’t exactly make out what he was trying to say. But I distinctly heard him when he put his fist through the wall out there because it shook my pictures on the front wall.

“Oh my god.” I stressed out each syllable, daring to look out of my peephole to the constant stomping outside of my door. There he was, Mr. Perfect, pacing furious up and down the hall in nothing more than a pair of tight black briefs that looked more like a wide-band thong. If I thought his body was incredible before, with clothes on, my sore hole was getting wet all over looking at his incredible body with no shirt and no pants. His big bare feet supporting his well-sculpted calves and chiseled thighs were just mere compliments to the cobblestone of abs and the series of cryptic tattoos that covered his broad chest and bulky arms.

I looked through the peephole at him shooting in and out of eyesight a few times before he simply disappeared. I had come to the conclusion he decided to stay committed to the other end of the hallway and make his plea to his girl again. I turned away for barely one second and when I got my eye focused looking out of the peephole, he scared the living daylights out of me looking back at me with the upper part of his handsome face distorted.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled louder than I expected. Giving some sort of confirmation to him I knew he was standing on the other side of my door. I held my breath not wanting him to know I had been watching him. But I was too afraid to step away without making a sound not to let him know I was just that close to the door.

My doorbell rang. And before I could make a move, he rang it again, called out for anybody being at home before knocking on the door.

Because I was still buck-naked, I slowly stepped away from my door and ran into my bedroom to throw on a pair of briefs I left on the floor.

“Who is it?” I shouted back as I pulled my underwear up.

“You’re boy from next door, man.”

“Yeah,” I said moving back towards my front door. “What is it that you want?”

“My girl and I live next door to you. I got locked out of my place, man.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” I asked, trying my best to sound green to their recent argument.

“I was hoping I could come in and make a phone call, talk her into letting me back in.”

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth? I don’t know anybody on this floor like that.” I added to reinforce we weren’t such good neighbors for me to just extend a helping hand like that.

“Man, forget it!” He barked throwing up his hand as I overplayed mine.

As I watched him move disappointedly out of the eyesight of the peephole in the other direction, I decided to slowly open my front door and wave him on in.

“What did you do?” I asked, closing the door behind him noticing the peephole, too, failed to do him any justice with these two hard fleshly globes coming together to form the world’s most perfect ass. If I was a bolder and much more shameless man, I would’ve just reached out and touched!

“Man, the evil bitch is tripping!” He shouted, snapping me back into moment. “She’s on her period or something! She thinks just because my ex-bitch is still in stalker mode I’m still fucking that nasty ho!”

“Damn.” I mumbled.

Had the circumstance been normal, it probably would’ve been a cute way to express to him openly about what I thought of him as I passed it off as a clever response to what he was saying. But at that particular moment, my phrase was geared towards the slight funky whiff of my clean but recently open asshole running up my nose. It wasn’t a bad scent as it was vaguely noticeable to me as I hoped I was the only one who got wind of it.

I barely had a second to question my insecurities when I cringed at him taking a seat on my couch in front of my coffee table. I was cursing myself every step of the way for not doing a quick inspection of my apartment before letting this stranger in.

As a grown man living on my own with no family in the region my home was my domain as well as a place where I bring my pieces back to slay. So, in kind, it is decorated with an erotic aura that is meant to be a conversation piece to arouse those that are just passing through on their way to the bedroom. On the coffee table was a blatant display of half-naked black and brown men along with a poster from Tony Butcher’s Studies in Black series, featuring a well-endowed black man with nothing on other than a white sheet over his head in the corner I knew he couldn’t have missed even if he tried. Don’t get me wrong. I have absolutely no shame of being gay nowadays as much as I wasn’t in the mood to prove my manhood to this heterosexual stranger. I mean, Yeah, I got down. Yeah, I like to get my asshole pumped! But not once had I ever forgot I also had a dick swinging between my legs also.

“You must’ve done something terribly wrong for her to put you out in your drawers?” I said hoping to draw his attention away from the coffee table.

“No. Tracee is like that pop song: she’s hot and she’s cold sometimes. She can be in pure heat like she was about five minutes ago and then after she got her fill of the stick she goes back to being the royal Ice Queen of the hood.”

“She got her fill of thewhat?” I asked aiming for him to repeat part of the answer.

“This stick,” he said bluntly. “The magic stick. You know the d-i-c-k,” he emphasized even greater by moving his long thick hand over towards his soft noticeable bulge. “Judging by these books you should know what that’s all about quite well.”

He chuckled. And it wasn’t one of those sexy laughs that left me with butterflies in my stomach either. It was one of those hard, hearty laughs that cut the stomach and dashed any hopes that a man like him played for a team like ours.

“Hey, there’s no shame in my game. At least I didn’t get tossed out in my drawers by some cunt.” I snapped, listening to his laugh slacking off.

“You just like walking around in yours, huh?” He snickered.

“When it is mine and nobody can throw me out of mine then I have that luxury.” I tried to deliver coldly.

He snickered some more, only this time trying to break the remaining tension still left in the room. He reminded me I was playing in dangerous territory. That I was just like a hormone-driven teenager, just a hair away from sprouting a full-on erection without much encouragement.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, man. It’s just that it sounded like you wanted me to explain what I meant when you got solid proof in those damn books right there.”

“I don’t need those damn books, partna. All I got to do is look straight down and see the magic stick for myself!”

“I feel you. But like I said I honestly didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just not really myself after that bitch put me out like this.”

“What’re going to do about that?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“I was hoping I could make a couple of phone calls to some of my homeboys. I was thinking if I can’t get her to get right tonight maybe I can couch surf with them until this blow over.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I said walking over to the breakfast bar that separated my kitchen from my living area to retrieve my phone.

He had a shouting match with his girlfriend and neither one of his boys whose number he knew by heart were at home so he left a pleading message for them to call him back on my number.

I stayed behind the counter, of course, once again self-conscious that my dick was willing to tell on me—in spite of my distain for his arrogance.

“Want something to drink?” I graciously asked looking at him with his head in his hands pondering his next move.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “What do you got?”

I rattled him off several choices, ranging from water to some libations I had sitting on the breakfast bar. He was reluctant to accept anything at first. Then he decided to take me up on an offer of a glass of water before changing his mind and asking for the soft drink before changing his mind once again for some liquor, but only at the request I join him for a nightcap.

“Here you go,” I said bringing over the drinks, missing the freedom to admire his body from afar behind the counter.

We knew where his mind was. He saw it was getting late, and if nobody called him back, he was going to be hung out to dry. Obviously, I wasn’t going to put him out with nowhere to go. Being he knew I was gay now he probably figured I was desperate and hard up to try to work me over for a place to stay for the night. And he knew better than to just blatantly offer up his sex, so he thought if he got me tipsy enough a loose-lip invitation to stay the night—preferably with no sex.

As badly as I wanted to get mad at the sad little tired little game he thought he was running on me, I couldn’t. I’ve been where he’s been too many times to remember, with both guys and girls, to suddenly turn my nose up at him, learning the raw lesson sometimes closed legs don’t get fed. Back then, of course, I was slightly younger and still playing the field on the down low hoping to keep up with my next late-night creep.

After we downed our fourth round of the cognac-laced concoctions, I came to the brilliant conclusion I was right andwrong about him. I was right about him trying to get me drunk. I was totally off about his motives though. I can’t exactly pinpoint what gave him away as much as I can say after it was revealed to me, what it was I concluded, he wasn’t above getting down and messing around. In fact, the way his eyes glossed over, looking dead at me, he was genuinely hoping for it. And with the two of us being drunk and horny and only in our underwear didn’t matter either, with our bulges growing and dying right before our eyes.

After a while it was starting to play out like one of those bad pornos where we both already knew we were about to have sex, but we were forced to give useless dialogue for the unknown audience in a desperate need of a storyline. As I was trying to find a way to cast aside my preconceived notions of us not having sex, he came out of nowhere and started attacking my face with sensual kisses. Maybe my senses were heightened by the alcohol. Maybe I was just sexually frustrated from my six-month drought. Whatever it was, I was lost in this sea of tongue and lips feverishly caressing my face and neck.

Because of the alcohol, it took me a moment to get that I wasn’t spinning upside down. Rather I was on my back on the sofa with the armrest supporting the back of my head enjoying this magnificent god grinding on top of me. As his body was calling for my touch, I couldn’t find the will to move my hands away from his head, rubbing as if it was a wishing lantern. I was too busy not to notice I wasn’t groping his muscles and that I was unaware his strong hands weren’t roaming my body until he started to pull my briefs off my ass.

“Wait!” I mouthed, not really wanting him to stop.

One might think getting ready to fuck a guy whose faithful girlfriend was right on the other side of that thin wall might have stopped me, but no. My thoughts weren’t even studying her. My distinct thought in that moment was he was too good-looking of a guy to ever have everything going for him. By everything I was thinking of the size of his dick. I would be foolish to rationalize a drunken state of mind. I would also be lying if I said it wasn’t on the forefront of my mind. Even though I saw the bulge and knew the man had stamina, the way Oscar ripped me open like he did back there, I wasn’t worried about not taking it from this guy as I was worried not feeling it when I gave it to him.

He slipped my briefs passed my ankles and feet before he stood up and took off his briefs as well. What I saw next nearly astounded me. Now, before I go any further, I’m not one of those guys who get crazy about a big dick because even throughout all of my whoring around I never became that skilled of a bottom. But when I say size queens everywhere would’ve dropped their jaws at the size of the anaconda dangling between his legs, I’m not lying! I quickly sober up after seeing that, cringing at the thought he wanted to put ALL that up in me. Oscar damn near tore me a new one and this guy had the mythical foot long Johnson and wanted to ensure I never walked straight again!

I mean if his dick was some random man on the street, it certainly would be a ruthless motherfucker thst simply did wrong shit just for the hell of it. And it was ready to go to battle with my still very tender butthole.

“I see you like what you see,” he said, moving back and forth letting the long sleeping giant sway between his thighs. “Why don’t you work your way down to your knees and give my friend a closer look?”

I froze. I was still afraid of what possible harm it could do to me. Yet, I was also mildly curious seeing I had spent the last six months fantasizing about this man.

He must have been the snake charmer or something because I have absolutely no recollection of how I got from off the couch to kneeling in front of his awe-inspiring dick. But I did notice it still had her on there, or rather her vaguely fishy-feminine scent.

“I know you want to taste my dick after I finished fucking my bitch over there, right? Taste all of her on every inch of me…all in your mouth! Finishing up where she started off.”

I wanted to put it in my mouth, but I greatly feared being that guy. You know that guy—that guy that is thirsty for dick. That will do just about anything for a piece of dick. Then I realized this was going to be a give and take. I was going to give him a place to stay for the night, and I was going to take his dick to the head for a sizeable deposit for the night.

I took the head of his enormous dick cautiously passed my teeth and slid it over my tongue. He moaned in pleasure, which only encouraged me to foolishly take more of him into my mouth. He was not only a good-looking man packing a long, magnificent dick, but he was also enormously thick, like a two-handed lead pipe-thick. I tried to get wild with it, turned on by the euphoria of it all, reaching through his wide-stance legs to get two handfuls of his hard, sexy butt, pushing him into me. I guess he reasonably took that to mean I was very skilled in taking on magnum men his size. He had me held down by the hook of my head choking and gurgling against the never-ending feast of meat filling my mouth. And yet, I tried to be accommodating to him, relaxing my mouth with short circular strokes of sweet-tasting pre-nutt painting the back of my narrow throat.

“Lick my balls, boy,” he commanded in a calm tone. It wasn’t like he was trying to be domineering as he was going for being firm.” I want them vibrating in your mouth.”

I hummed against his balls, still tasting her on him.

“When was the last time a real man got in that ass?”

“Huh?” I asked pulling my face out of his crotch. I heard what he said quite well. I was still breathless from gulping down his stiff shaft and overcoming the aromatic intoxication of his natural man-scent invading my nostrils.

He repeated the question, and I gave him some obscure answer he didn’t pay much mind to. I was still melancholy the last time I had sex with another man. It was the day before my beloved boyfriend chose to have a threesome with two of my so-called closest friends while I was at work building our supposed future together.

“I’m not worried about your last dude.” He offered. “As long as that hole can put a grip on this wood, I’m good!”

I sucked him off a few minutes more, bringing him so close to the edge we were about to rule out fucking altogether, but we stopped short of the marker. After I had his dick soaking with spit, he had his tongue drilling my ass. I probably would’ve been reluctant for such a treat, given how I was still greased up from Oscar, except I used the pineapple lube on my ass rather than the regular stuff which drove his taste buds into a frenzy.

I was just getting used to my legs being rolled over my head when he let my ass fall to his waist. I was expecting him to tease the hole just a bit more, giving me the mental resolve to finally go through with it, when he again let my ass fall to his waist and slid right up in me like it was nothing.

Although the spit and the lube were forgiving in letting him roam my guts like that, my insides felt like they were on fire.

“Take it out of me!” I cried in pain I never experienced before.

He looked at me and laughed, knowing for certain that this time he most definitely had the upper hand as he rolled my body to the front of the couch where he had more room to execute his most baneful plan.

“Relax that hole like you relaxed your throat, pussy boy.” He offered licking his full sexy lips, trying to be assuring, leaning forward and steadily pushing his thick inches into me.

I wanted to tell the bastard to fuck off. Get out of me! I wasn’t even able to relax my throat because I was too intimidated by all the thick remaining inches of dick that were unable to reach my lips. Sensing he wasn’t going to stop just because I wanted him to I had to do exactly what he said. Either that or have an untimely death by killer dick.

“There you go. Give Daddy that sweet boy-pussy,” he groaned, moving stretching me out to the limits I couldn’t even believe I could be stretched.

I always hated it when guys called ass pussy. I figured if that was what I needed to get him off quick, fast, and in a hurry, I was game.

The way he grunted through my screaming to get it deeper inside of me I was damn near certain he was seconds away from losing his load right there. Though the only one who lost their load was me. I felt this tightening grip in my rectum suddenly give way like a tight rope to a heavy load, letting his dick skewer my body like jelly.

“Oh Gawd!” Were the words that escaped from my dry trembling mouth, not knowing if I was going to survive this uncalled for assault.

It was only after he got it down to the hilt twice, keeping the head of his dick inside of me when he retreated did the burning in my hole begin to subside. It never fully went away really as this heated pleasure dwarfed it, with him burying his massive snake down to the balls with his pubes playfully tickling the outside of my newly reamed-out hypersensitive hole.

“Oh, man, you’re giving Daddy Dick some of that tight sweet boy-pussy, aren’t you? Aren’t you, punk?!” He moaned in confirmation with my kneecaps somewhere under my armpits just to receive him.

“Yes, Big Daddy,” I mumbled with the breath taken out of me, letting his face find the crook of my neck again. “It’s yours to take! It’s yours to take, motherfucker! Gawd, yes! Take it!”

I thought he was in the throws of fucking me before. The fact was he was just getting started. I didn’t really understand the real difference until he was ramming that anaconda of his into me as if my purpose in life was to lay there and joyfully take it.

I did.

He filled me up like no other, the surreal sensation I was getting my ass reamed by this cushioned piston. I bit down on my lip, feeling my dick stir heavy with cum needing to be released with every forceful stroke he delivered to my prostate. He had me arching my back to relive some of the tension. It only turned me on more with his savage fucking, with his hand wrapped around my neck. He wasn’t choking me as he was using it as a tool to keep me steadily in place. It was both scary and hot at the same time, knowing if he got caught up in pounding out my hole that his grip could get a little tighter.

“Bang my hole, motherfucker! Bang my hole, you sexy-ass motherfucker!”

“I got you, baby,” he said in a sinister fashion.

 

Baby?

Remembering the tempo he kept up when he was next door, I couldn’t help but fear I was about to experience the same hyper drive fate. Instead, he took to slow-stroking me, which proved to be more intense than his other rhythm. My body reacted, with my hole just hungrily pulling his dick deeper into me.

“Oh, goddammit!” I moaned. My body tremors surging from my supersensitive colon through the rest of my body as this new urgency took over his. “Damn you!”

He didn’t go back to the rhythm he had per se, but it was nonetheless intense, pulling his dick all the way out and pushing it all the way back in, proving to me he had my hole stretched wide open.

“Where you want me to put it?” He asked, snapping me back into my senses.

“Flood it out, baby boy,” I screamed. “Flood it out! Ohh!”

“Yeah, Big Daddy got you covered,” he groaned with his voice coming out of his guts with his sweaty hands clenching my body before I felt his humungous dick swell even more followed by this stuttering war cry that filled the apartment. “I’M GOING TO NUT OF IN THE BITCH! BITCH! GIVE ME THAT SWEET PUSSY, WIT CHO SUGAR IN THE TANK ASS!”

***

I was still filled with his sloshing load the morning after when I realized I didn’t have a name to go with the handsome stranger. When I rolled over, I found there was no need as he was back over there next-door rocking what’s-her-name’s world again. But whenever I catch him out in the hallway in his drawers, he always leaves me with a smile on my face.

Mrs. Randolph, she’s the jealous wife. She calls my office, she tells me she thinks her husband is cheating on her, she comes in gives me a deposit, she answers my 20 or so questions, just a routine. This seems a simple case your average run of the mill, man cheats on wife, PI follows, finds truth, snaps a few photos, reports back to wife, collects final payment, moves onto the next case. We finalized the preliminary information and I told her I could start as soon as tomorrow as I was finished with my last case.

 Well I began the day parked in front of their house, I followed him all the way to work, sat in an office building parking lot, then followed him to lunch at a local sandwich shop, back to work and the parking lot, after work he was off to the gym, then he went back home. I sat outside their house all night as I watched the lights gradually all go out in the house and took cat naps, nothing till morning. Morning came and the routine seemed to begin all over again. Other than the gym three days a week, he seemed to do everything the same, and I couldn’t imagine what made his wife think anything was going on. I called her after the first week and confirmed my findings and she let on that he seems to have been on his best behavior this past week, and said I needed to continue my surveillance, so another week it was.

 This time I went up to his office and outside of the office, in the small 4th floor lobby by the elevator, there was a small sitting area and I sat there as I watched the comings and goings of people in and out of his office as well as others not to be so obvious. He was a private accountant and nothing seemed out of place.

 The next day I went back upstairs to check out the receptionist, I had a thought, that maybe it was her, and they were nookying in the office. So I went inside, and using my own business as a cover, stated I was passing by and was wondering if I could use an accountant or not, and if it would be worth my while, I mean I wasn’t lying, I kept awful records and receipts, and I was actually being truthful. She told me some basics, but she suggested I talk with Mr. Randolph, all the while I was wondering if it is her, but she tells me he’s tied up with a client right now, but I could come back tomorrow at 3 when he has an opening or she can just take my number and have him call me, I told her I would think more about it and stop back tomorrow.

 So onto my next suspicion, I scurried off early to the gym that he goes to 3 days a week, I quickly sign up for a trial membership, head out to get some gym clothes at a local sporting goods store, before getting back just in time to see him entering the locker room. I scurry up, picking out a locker near his, quickly changed, and closed my stuff in the unlocked locker, it seems I didn’t think of buying a lock. I get out to the floor where he is just warming up, a small skimpy towel wrapped around his neck. He seems quite fit about 35 or so with short brown hair, I noticed his tight ass though as he moved from there, over to the treadmill bank where he picked one out and he begins a slow jog. I scurry up next to him, we make brief eye contact as he gives me a wave, probably wondering why I chose a unit right next to his, yeah, it was a stupid move with all those open units, after all he surely saw me at the locker too, damn, did I blow it? Maybe he thinks I’m stalking him now, so I discretely head off to a weight bench I go. From my new position I can see him quite well, using the mirror in front of me I watch as another guy moves in closer to him and they begin to take a rest, and take a sip of water and talk.

 Now my mind is working, perhaps I have it all wrong, maybe it’s his trainer or this guy that he’s into, and not his receptionist at all. Now I’m just a horny gay guy myself, and suddenly I’m thinking well what would I do? And now suddenly I’m spending my client’s time and money as I’m checking out other guys in this place, yes they are mostly all hot, and you know what? They’re checking me out too. Now my attention span as it is, my woody growing ever more evident as I lose my focus and am concentrating on my own needs now. I sit there and wonder why I never joined a gym before this. A cute bulked up blonde guy moseys on up close to me and tried to make small talk. Damn was this actually happening, he’s trying to pick me up, but I mustn’t lose focus here, as I glance over to where my mark was, and he was gone. I quickly excuse myself as I walk around stalking but don’t see him anywhere and just when I was about to give up and go back to see what Blondie was up to, I noticed the entrance and the sauna door. I grabbed a towel wrapped myself up dropped my shorts and shirt and in I went, hotter than hell in there and as soon as I focused there they were, my clients husband, Mr. Randolph, sitting right next to his friend with a bold look of discomfort they both seemed to cast my way together. As if I were the fox in the chicken coop. not only was it hot in there, but I was now hot on my lead, his wife might be right indeed. I pick a bench across the way from them, as I pretend to not watch and seemed uninterested. Just then Blondie walks in, stark dead naked sporting a woody, not even so much as a towel, as all three of our eyes popped as we all went into a dead stare, he waved at the two guys and then sat right smack next to me. Our legs were actually touching, my heart was pounding in my chest. Oh why the hell today is this happening? I have a job to do and yet I have a life to live too, what should I do ? what should I do? With that I felt a hand on my thigh, as I tried to ignore it, but “Little Me” under my towel wrap, was becoming “Big Me”, and wanted no part of my ignoring this strangers advances, he had his own little mind in that ever growing little head, and welcomed his touch, unfortunately for all to see.

 My two friends across the way were watching with interest, and my Mr. Randolph was showing some signs of excitement too. My blonde friend next to me, then gave my towel a slight tug, and then his hand reached inside, his touch was so welcome in that hot warm air and felt oh so good, as he massaged my balls with his fingers and ran his thumb up my shaft stopping in the spot just below the head, his head turned slowly into mine as some sort of magnetic reaction my head turned into his as well. He reached his other hand around my back to grasp my far shoulder as he squeezed me in closer forcing my head onto his shoulder. At this point I couldn’t care less, my dick was at full attention with the attention someone else was giving it. I guess I had my eyes closed because when I opened them the two guys across from me were fondling each other toweless too. Damn it, I’ve got him, he is cheating on her with his gym mate, but I can’t get the proof, I can only verbally confirm it, as I try to figure out how to do this. Then just like that, in my deep train of thought, my blonde beauty’s mouth was deep sucking my cock. OH… MY….. GOD… when did this happen? I’m so conflicted suddenly he’s blowing me like never before. My mind is like there’s an angel on my left shoulder telling me to do my job, but that devil is on my right shoulder telling me to go for it. Before I knew it my hands were helping his head, the devil is winning out here now, but why not? It is hot as hell in here.

 My eyes begin to close again as my head tips back and my upper body relaxes as the conflicting feeling in my lower body tenses up. Somehow I just had to reach under his bent over torso and I had to fondle that massive sausage and meatballs that seemed to jump for joy when I touched them. I felt him smile even though his mouth was on my dick as he moaned in great pleasure. Soon I returned the moan as well as the two guys across the way for they too were embraced in full passionate kissing. This hot ass room full of 4 horny guys getting all hornier with each passing minute. My eyes closed again in pleasurable bliss, while I enjoyed the moment.

 As I open my eyes once again I see my client’s friend nudging my hand from Blondie’s dick and he’s working his face into it for himself. Now I realize my Mr. Randolph is now by my side taking my hand to his own crotch, as he bends in for a kiss. Now he isn’t like my blonde Adonis, but he isn’t that bad either, as I go and kiss him back, while stroking his dick. Now there’s the 4 of us deeply involved and we move to the floor in front of us. it’s just dicks and hands and mouths, as we switch and take turns when Blondie pokes his fingers into my ass and My clients husband starts chewing my nut sack, I’m not sure what the other guy is up to, but I really didn’t care as Blondie begins poking his dick into my ass. Now my clients face is chewing my nut sack and his nose is barely sliding on Blondie’s dick sliding in and out of me, as I’m still stroking my clients husbands dick now, his partner begins fucking him in the ass. We kind of twitched back and forth like four guys having a seizure all at once, each in our own world of ecstasy. We gradually got very close to finalizing our encounter when my clients husband deep throated me just before I released my love seed deep inside him, at the same time Blondie was dumping his load into my ass, and then the other guy pulled out of Mr. Randolph in time to give his spurting load to his friend, Mr. Randolph, my clients husband. With that I was still jerking him past his own orgasm and the sperm foaming up and down his shaft as he spassmed out on the floor.

 We all hit the showers and helped each other out as my clients husband and I sat on the bench by our lockers bare ass naked drying off, we exchanged phone numbers and then Blondie came back on by saying “Same time this Friday?” we both shook our heads in agreement saying yes as if in unison.

 On Thursday morning,  I called Mrs. Randolph into my office, and told her with the devil still on my right shoulder, that “No I couldn’t find any evidence that her husband was having an affair with a “single” person”, as I outright white lied and just didn’t tell her there were actually three others.

 I joined that gym permanently now, and every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I get a great workout, turns out Mrs. Randolph’s husband is one of the best Fucks I’ve ever had too, while Blondie might have the looks , Mrs. Randolph’s husband has Technique, and there’s nothing better than me watching Blondie’s naked body while I get fucked my Mr. Randolph.

He looked at me.

From the darkest recesses of the room, the big black man spotted me alone nursing my signature drink. He tried his best to make me feel vulnerable and inferior with his mesmerizing eyes piercing through my very soul. Yet, the only thing I ever truly felt in his presence was awkward.

Truth be told, I had no business back there other than my lust looking for a few missing military men. And when I found the fifteen or so men back there in the master bedroom, I knew then that I should’ve left well enough alone, especially with every pair of eyes in there glued to the big-screen television in front of them.

It was a sight to behold. A man stripped of his clothes at knifepoint strapped to an unusual chair tilted back with his legs spread and strapped apart. Between his feet was a man in a service uniform lubing up a neon green jelly dong attaching it to a fuck machine. The uniformed man then used his hand to spread apart the butt cheeks of the strapped man in his quest for perfectly aligning the jellied dong with the puckered hole.

“Here’s my favorite part, fellas!” An anonymous voice from the front of the crowded room boasted.

The uniformed man on the screen then used a remote to control the machine, and by doing so slowly nudged the bunghole of the strapped man. As the fuck machine with the neon green dildo pumped into the strapped man, the uniformed man allowed a sinister smirk to widen over his face as he got off on cracking the machine to full blast listening to his captive snivel like a little bitch.

The big black man in the corner tipped his beer bottle at me, letting me know he was still looking my way. There was nothing particularly special about the man, outside of being the typical masculine type: tall, beefy, and attractive except he was uglier than bullshit with a scowl and chest hair sprouting out on ends of his collared shirt. His temples were graying, though his face was still quite youthful to be comfortably called “daddy” instead of “granddaddy” as I tipped my cup in return and gave him a slow wink.

I turned my attention back over to the screen where the machine tortured the strapped man by dildo-fucking him harder and faster with each ferocious thrust, morphing his tamed chute into a gaping abyss. Twenty minutes of heavenly hell later, the machine forced the strapped man to squirt his juices right in his face without even touching himself.

The video continued for fifteen minutes more when it became painfully clear the fuck machine was nothing more than a start to freehand an even larger jelly dildo. One that was just plain too big for even the most eager and experienced of dildo connoisseurs.

“What became of the poor bastard?” I whispered to the black man gripping a beer bottle once I put two and two together that he was the uniformed officer in the video.

“Porn, I heard,” he said imperturbable.

“I was talking about the poor bastard in the uniform.” I lamely joked.

He took a refreshing sip of his beer. “Marine, retired. As for the other poor bastard,” he felt compelled to append. “My men started pulling a train on his sweet ass but he never got enough dick. The younguns never do.”

He took another hard gulp of his beer and gave me a slow wink.

Rather than coming back at him with some bullshit about not being a kid anymore or even a dick-whore, I simply added, “That’s because there aren’t too many dicks around with that much to offer anymore.”

“Touché,” he winked again as if he was quietly letting me know he had plenty to bring to the table. “But sometimes the problem is that too many of you give it all away to the first big dick that comes around. Nobody wants well-used sloppy seconds.”

“True.” I laughed quietly and soon added to another one of his infamous winks. “All that winking isn’t going to get you my name, you know?”

“Neither is being a wise ass. But you do try so hard. The name is Mike,” he shook my hand as I gave the awful bastard my name.

Mike talked a bit more about his co-starring role as the uniformed man with the remote-control fuck machine. He said that it was a scene from five years ago when he was first showing off his domineering expertise to his friends that were obviously still popular to this day.

Mike continued to talk about the many things he had done over the years, none of which had anything more to do with his reasons for being at the party. But he was more than happy to explain that his antics on the video were on the mild side of many of the debauch schemes he had learned later, something that wasn’t entirely in sync with the theme of the overall party.

“What are you?” Mike finally asked.

“What am I?” I paused before I got the sense of his question. “Coast Guard,” I boasted proudly, remembering quickly that every man at the party belonged to some branch of the armed forces.

“Active?”

“Yeah,” I beamed. My lifelong realization of being in the Guard always brought a huge smile to my face—away from the duty at hand, of course.

“Who are you rooting for?” Mike asked.

The intent of the party was to bring together masculine gay men from across the country that had served in the armed forces down to San Diego to converge on one of the biggest battles in military history: Army vs. Navy.

“Navy,” I spat since both of us were in aquatic branches of the armed forces that it was a natural given that we would be rooting for another aquatic branch, right?

As a rule of thumb, football was my least favorite sport. It wasn’t that I hated it. I just didn’t care for it a great deal, or to be more precise, understand enough of the game to really give a damn.

“Navy, huh? Care to make a wager on that?” Mike said to the backdrop of the strapped man mewling in agony, finding it a bit more difficult to take the jumbo-sized dildo.

Because I was raised to stick with my first instinct and never become a backpedaling punk, I said with a smile, “Sure, how much are you willing to put up?”

“I was thinking I would take you out and ride your sweet ass ‘til morning.”

“Ha!” I chuckled nervously knowing that he was as serious as a heart attack. But I had to play it off with, “and what if I win?”

“I was thinking that was win-win either way.”

“Are you generally this forward?”

“Try to be. Retired from games, too,” Mike added, taking his last swig of beer.

Of course, I wasn’t crazy enough to take him up on his bizarre and demented proposition since, according to him, I had only seen him at his mildest, by way of video. I did however agree to a proposition that was just as interesting and just as win-win. I agreed to go out with him, though—if he won—but only with the promise of letting him show me some more of his domineering expertise. But if I won, he would have to submit to whatever I wanted to do for a day.

We shook on it.

Navy won.

*          *          *          *          *

Close to a year later, Mike and I were living together. The first few months it was heavenly bliss, but over the past few weeks the bastard was getting edgy and getting close to crossing the line.

Before I got entangled with Mike, I was very vanilla when it came to sex. I was deathly afraid of venturing beyond the typical suck and fuck routine given his “vast” experience at everything. Even letting him screw me with the big crazy uncircumcised pisser of his was like the Great American challenge. It was hard for me to get through his thick head that being on the receiving end of dick was a relatively new concept for me, especially since he was never tender in using it. As he figured the best way to break a poor guy like me in was to shove it all back there in one merciless stroke. And since he was bound to my vanilla sex by monogamy, the only way he got his sadistic fix was by hearing me squeal like a slaughtered pig.

I accepted it—that was part of the problem.

The bastard was chipping away at my curiosity even then. Of course, I was too damn naïve to even know it. But he knew it. Deep down, I think he was proud of that, too. He was corrupting my psyche to the next possible level with each humiliating fuck. I never got use to him ramming me at full force. I did—overtime—curve my wild girlie shrills into obscure hoarse grunts.

The bastard even came ugly, like the sadistic freak that he was. He would fuck me relentlessly long and hard, and when it came time for him to pop his cork, he made sure that his enormous dick was somewhere in the middle my canal. As his hot cream filled me up to the brim, he would start to pull out bit by bit and fuck me again with his cream as lube until he came once more. With his second—or third—sometimes forth—load—whenever he lost the will to fuck again, he would put the messy cum-drenched thing in front of my face for me to tongue bathe each and every time.

I loved him, I told myself at night. There could be no other reason I would let him, a stranger, months earlier, humiliate me as he did. I was beginning to understand that it was not love that I had for him—it was pure submission.

That was when things went from bad to worse.

A couple of months after lapping up his cummy dick, he would hold me close at night and whisper in my ear (when he thought I was asleep) and tell me that I was nothing more than a cum-hungry slut. That my only purpose in life was to be his cumdump. I confronted him, of course, but he said he must’ve been asleep when he muttered those words because he would never say such a thing in conscious. In a silent protest, I started sleeping in a lounge chair in a corner of the room. And, in protest of my previous protest, he got a dog, knowing full well that dogs were one of my greatest phobias. The dog fell in love with the lounge chair, and I slept curled up next to the dog basket that his mutt never used.

Along with calling me his cum-whore, which he later confessed to doing after I stopped using my mouth to clean off his slimy dick, Mike started popping in some of his homemade escapades much like the one that first brought us together. The tapes were mild, according to him, ranging from torturing one poor bottom with a dick wand that doubled as a enema shower accessory to holding a scared little twink at gunpoint while he bounced on a dick ball for an hour and a half, simply for his barbaric amusement. Either way, once the tape started, Mike pulled out his masturbator and spewed once the tape came to a dastardly end. I wasn’t bothered by it—at first. After some time, however, I started to think about all that cum going to waste and the way it tasted right before I gulped it down. Too, I had to admit to myself I missed the salty taste of his flesh. The thought drove me crazy to the point of obsession. One morning, I thought by waking him up with a freshly brewed blowjob that I would be back in his good graces. But all the bastard did was slap me away, first with his spit-shined dick and then with the palm of his big, callused paw. I retreated to my place next to the dog basket. I got desperate, pitiful even. I started smelling and licking the hole of his well-used masturbator just for the pure flavor of him. Then one night, my greedy taste buds got the best of me licking dried crud from his masturbator when he caught me red-handed out of his sleep.

He punished me for waking him up.

He threw me onto the bed, belly down, climbed on top of me and rammed into me, again and again as his big hand pushed my shoulders into the mattress. Unlike the routine I’d grown used to, of cleaning off his mighty dick, of saving his gag-guzzling load for my throat, threatening to do me bodily harm if I dared drooled a drop, he rammed into me one final time and unloaded into me, coming and coming again with no regard to my muffled whimpers into the fitted sheets.

And when I cursed him at the top of my lungs with a sore hole still pinned to the bed, he threatened to show my commanding officers the disobedient cum-sucker I had become with a video we made prior.

Something else powerful happened that night, too—our climax—the one that had been building between us since the night of the football party. The night he went from controlling me like a lovingly abusive boyfriend to owning me like a slave of a god.

Before, our sex was our sex—my submission, his control. This ceased to exist after that night going from his dick to his sex to his violent loads pumping their way into me. And whenever he permitted it, I was the joyful recipient of my ass and mouth and body after he finished using them for his amusement.

He kept them instead, after that night. I was exhausted, spent, and no longer went back to belonging to me.

Then one glorious day, after another night of using me and discarding me like a snot-wad of toilet tissue, Mike woke my unclothed body off the floor. He was fuming mad, hollering at me like a drill sergeant that he was going to teach me a lesson about my unruliness. Half-sleep half-wake, Mike led me down to the basement where he cuffed my wrists to the dingy brick wall.

I was fully awake when I almost gagged on the oily rag he stuffed in my mouth. My gags soon turned into muffled screams once I saw the metal pole of the fuck machine pointed directly between my legs.

“Got your attention now, Fuck Hole!” Mike scowled.

Mike turned on the machine. It jabbed at me. Because of my present position, at the time, I knew that it couldn’t do anything to me. Even so, I also knew that my position was only temporary even in my most adamant of fights. Just as if the bastard was reading the script from my worst nightmare, Mike grabbed some heavy rope and bounded my ankles together. He then took the rope tied to my feet and hung them on a hook that was anchored to a wooden beam that perfectly covered the fuck machine that jabbed underneath my legs. As I braced for the worse, I was praying he was kind enough to lube the pole underneath me. Mike surprised me. Not pleasantly, but graciously nonetheless, by stuffing a cold metal lubed butt plug in my hole, saving me from the ravishing machine.

He left.

After being suspended in solitude for a few hours, my muscles and hole began to balk. I tried several times to expel the plug. And without thinking about it, just like that, it was out free and clear as if I really wished it out. At the same time, however, my feet were dropping from the hook. And before I could recuperate from the agonizing pain of my heels slamming against the brick wall, I felt the whip of a swift blade free my feet from its bounds. When I saw my rescuer, I was even more astonished than I was with the butt plug. Mike was not my rescuer. My rescuer was instead a kinky-haired kid with worm-like twists coming out of his scalp that couldn’t have possibly been a day over twenty-eight. Stranger than that, the guy looked oddly familiar, which was odd in and of itself because there weren’t a ton of new faces I often came across. Other than my work, life revolved around Mike, and Mike hardly had any friends other than his old Semper Fi buddies.

The new guy said nothing.

The guy seemed quite content with me just hanging there as he stripped his clothes from his Nutter Butter exterior and pulled from the dark corner of the room an oddly familiar chair that tilted back equipped with leg restraints. The part that got me was the guy had it facing me. With the machine turned towards the chair and the seat of the chair facing me, the guy retreated to the dark corner. He reappeared with a plastic-covered box. On one side was a picture of a really buffed light-skinned black man in a pair of suggestive briefs, and on the other side was the picture of a long black dildo professing twelve inches long and realistic.

The guy slathered it with a thick white lube from a jar and anchored it to a fuck machine. He strapped his long legs and feet next to the angled chair around the aligned dildo. Other than looking familiar in the face, he also had a freakishly long limp dick that mushroom head nestled itself in the groove of his morbidly bigger ball sac, which from my visibility happened to cover a handsome bit of ass crack.

Mike soon reappeared. He and the stranger indulged in each other in a staring contest. I just happened to notice that unlike before, Mike was sporting his new leather chaps. To say the least, it wasn’t the first time I had seen him dressed in his finest leather attire. It was however the first time that he dressed up for me—or rather for him.

Mike ignored me like I wasn’t even there devoting his undivided attention to this new guy. From his strapping his bulging arms to the chair to fingering his hole with the thick lube, which made everyone hard. And when he got the machine property in place to fuck the guy with ease, Mike disappeared back up the stairs.

Watching the guy getting fucked was like watching a train wreck. Simply, it was hard not to watch, especially from his bloodcurdling shrieks every time the makeshift balls of the long fat dildo smacked dead against his giving hole at a speed only a manmade device could deliver. Even my own hole ached in empathy. But after what sounded like a screeching microphone cutting off, his insane screams ended abruptly. Even more astounding was the expression of his face, like getting fucked by that huge thing was some sort of luxurious spa treatment.

“Should’ve packed some gum in my mouth,” the kink-haired stranger calmly articulated.

Because I still had the rag in my mouth, my words were limited to gagging muffles, but I was thinking everything all at once. Just as if he was reading my thoughts too, the guy answered each question racing through my mind meticulously. The gum was to sooth his throat. The screaming was nothing more than pure theatrics for Mike. He said Mike—Big Mike as he called him—was a sucker for men that howled at the top of their lungs on the receiving end of a nice juicy tubesteak, though he was certain Big Mike knew that after all these years the melodrama was all for him. The guy never gave his name, and for good reason. He said it would be awkward to give me his name considering I couldn’t reciprocate. He also added it would be no point in remembering it, especially if Mike kept me as his slave as he would have stripped me of everything—much like he already had.

The guy later confessed the room was soundproof except for the microphone Mike listened in on from upstairs. He usually kept it off, but he occasionally flipped it on every once in a while, to make sure that none of his captives were up to anything mischievous, which explained the erratic screaming and shouting and cussing whenever the microphone screeched on and off. But the most intriguing part of our visit revolved around his connection to the greater scheme of things, in particular of his story of being “jumped in” by his fellow Marines. He never went into great detail of what led up to the jump in, only to say he was slowly drawn in, and before he could do anything about the situation that the dicks surrounded him and soon enough his ass was on a silver platter. He was helping his “fellow man” he kept on repeating, as he seemed to relive each of those military dicks breeding him one by one. He was so passionate about the incident that pearls of precum were starting to bubble out of his dick. Much like his screaming and hollering, though, that tide subsided, too.

With tears in his eyes, he started talking about Mike like he was some mighty king that came in and saved the day. He was practically blubbering trying to get out one inaudible story about his grand hero turning him out with piss and forcing him to call out his name with every ferocious thrust. Of course, I was thrown by this psychotic break before he screamed mercilessly as jets of spunk erupted from his hard-on untouched.

If I wasn’t freaked out before, I was when he started whimpering like a baby again before reminding himself like a maniac that he was a Marine, and that he needed to straighten himself up like Big Mike taught him. And just like that he stripped himself out of the chair, got dressed, and left, mumbling something about never being able to hold out more than four hours.

*          *          *          *          *

Around the time the next Army vs. Navy football game came around, I was good and mad. The lousy bastard had finally crossed the line.

Once Mike came down the stairs to free me from my restraints an hour after the stranger left, I was both confused and turned on by the guy in the chair. So much so that when Mike gave me a tongue-lashing about being obedient to him that his screeching was almost welcomed. Much like I almost welcomed him to throw me on the netted swing to ride my ass, mimicking the stranger’s yelps through my rag with each tantalizing thrust. And when the poor black bastard decided to dump a load in my mouth, I guzzled it down like it was one of my better signature drinks. The best ever made—and again milking my man out of another powerful ball-draining load.

That was when the bastard crossed the line.

He blindfolded me. And while I was thinking I was getting another helping of dick, my blindfold was knocked off and Mike along with two new guys was using a dildo to fuck me. It was by no means a twelve-incher. Yet it filled me up just the same with each guy taking turns to see who could pump the dildo in me faster and longer than the guy before him. As my fears started to get the best of me, Mike assured me he wasn’t in the business of sharing me with his friends. But in a strange twist, he gave them his blessing to burden their hot spunk all over my unwilling torso like some fleshy cum wipe.

I could swallow everything that happened before. But that was the one thing I couldn’t accept. I was thirsty for revenge.

The football party down in San Diego was in the same place I had found it the year prior. Some of the men convened in the bedroom to watch another explicit video co-starring Mike and the twisty-headed guy from the basement without the twists. The video was quite graphic. The video was equipped with plenty of sucking and fucking with a finale being Mike pissing a long yellow arch over the guy after he adamantly refused for his ass to be filled with piss.

“What makes piss over the body better than in the body?” One guy asked as clueless as I was.

“That’s how he takes possession of them.” Another guy responded begrudgingly almost as if he was annoyed by such a query. “He takes one hard piss inside of them, and for some lame reason, the men go crazy from then on. It’s like he breaks them down beforehand, and the piss is like the ultimate breaking point.”

I wanted to laugh. I couldn’t because I thought about the psychotic episode of the man in the basement. Then, I thought, I wanted all or nothing, to be possessed or not to be possessed. And proposed another bet similar to the one that set us on this path to begin with.

“No way, shit, uh-un, I ain’t sharing you with no damn body!” Mike protested.

Ever since he let his buddies drain their cocks on me, I came to the brilliant conclusion I had nothing more to lose. I was going to be forever known as the cum-hungry slut in his eyes, be it good or bad. So, I figured since he wanted to own me, he had to fight for the right to do so.

“Look here,” Mike spat in my face capturing the attention of everybody in the room. “You’re my bitch. Remember that!”

“No,” I disputed. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want!”

“Wanna bet?” Mike got angry, to the point his friends had to calm him down.

“What? Afraid some of your military buddies might show you up where it counts? I’ll tell you what, Mike. Let’s put a little wager on it.” I smirked with all the humiliation videos he had ever shown me running through my mind.

“What? Me fucking your ass or me fucking your ass?”

“Smart ass,” I scoffed. “But exactly!” I said to his surprise. “If Navy wins, I’ll be your personal bitch from now until the end of time much the same as your friend on the screen there is to you now. But, if Army wins, you’d have to get in the back of the line while the whole here gets my ass leaving you sloppy seconds, thirds, and fourths.”

“You ain’t got the balls!”

“You ain’t got the stomach, Big Mike.”

*          *          *          *          *

I was pouring with sweat.

I was naked and tired and bound to a netted swing by my arms and legs and balls. My muscles were sore and catching. My body reeked of a sour stench, and my nose was invaded by a horrible combination of stale smells down in the dark basement of water and lube and cum. Just above my head, when I opened my eyes towards the wood-beamed ceiling, there was a huge black-and-white photo of that goddamn bastard in his leather chaps with the word “GOD” written in red across his shaven chest.

“As you were saying?” Mike beamed driving his dick in me to the hilt.

“Fuck you!” I said riled while the pain in my ass subsided.

“Gladly!” Mike smirked. He gripped the chains that bolted the netted swing to the beams above.

He slipped out and redelivered a hard lunge burying his dick deep inside my hole. He was slow and steady getting his rhythm back, but once he was in the groove, he used my ass purely for his entertainment with my hoarse grunts melting into high-pitch squeals.

I tried to keep my mouth shut, like I had done many times before. The last thing I wanted was for him to know that of all the men I fucked that night, he was still the best fuck around.

“Shit,” I whimpered with sweat pouring off his body onto mine.

Mike pulled a dirty trick, working my nipples overtime, which was the first time in ages he had shown me any sort of affection as he worked his big dick into my accommodating hole.

He brought me to the edge, stroking my prostate that produced a surprising geyser to sprout out of my dick without my touch. As I screamed for my own sake and his, I felt his dick swell in my cum-slopped hole.

He came hard, too. It was unlike anything I had felt before because when he came it was all at once. Not the sputters of a spent and drained dick. It was clearing the way for something bigger as a daze came across his eyes, almost as if he was lost in a trance. It freaked me out. I was scared and thought something was wrong. But when I called out his name, he wasn’t responding. I tried to shake the chains. He still let me know he was conscionable by clenching the chains even tighter. He took one hard smirk down at me and followed it harder pissing in my ass.

Mike laughed and continued to pump my quivering piss-filled chute with another powerful load. He tried lying on top of me, but the swing wasn’t meant to support two men at once.

After everybody left, Mike looked down at me. Instead of him sealing his control over me with his piss, he’d actually set me free as I had finally found my voice. I didn’t leave him because I loved him, captivated under his spell, but I did start to demand more out of our twosome, reclaiming my part, my stand in our relationship. Eventually, we agreed on an open arrangement and vowed never to bet against Army ever again.