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“You got any Trojan Magnum XLs under the bar there?” Daw Boonchon, the late-night Bayside Bar’s small Thai pole dancer, asked.

“Got a big date?” the bar’s nighttime manager, Cory Anderson, asked and then chuckled at the pun he’d managed. It was 8:30, the tamer version of the restaurant bar on Beaufort, South Carolina’s, line of commercial establishments between the town’s main street and the Beaufort River front having closed down and the setup for the 9:30 opening of the late-night gay bar setup in full swing. The cute little dancer and rent-boy was already in just his red silk jockstrap, covered with sequins, costume.

“So he claims,” Daw said.

“You got your pole set up to make the 9:30 opening?” Cory asked, as he pulled a couple of gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL packs from under the bar and handed them over. “You’ll be back and ready at 9:30, right? I don’t see your john anywhere. You’re starting early, aren’t you?”

“Sure, I’ll be back. He’s waiting for me. And the pole’s in,” Daw said, gesturing off to the water side of the club space, where there was a small platform in one far corner for the musicians and another one in the other corner for the dance pole. In the dayside restaurant/bar configuration, there was another table on that platform, without the pole. The timing usually was a good question, as before he’d always had to go off location for his hookups, so there wasn’t really enough time to slip one in during the interval between restaurant bar and gay club. This one was just upstairs, on the second of three floors currently close to a total renovation under new ownership. He didn’t want to tell Cory that, because Cory hadn’t been upstairs yet and wasn’t going to be the first one auditioned by the new owner.

“You met the new owner yet?” Cory asked, not having done so himself, and a little antsy about whether this double use of the building would continue and whether he’d still have a job when the renovations were done.

“Yes, just now.”

“What do you think of him?”

“Big, black. Beyond that I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know when I do,” Daw said with as much evasion as he could manage, walking off with the Trojan packets in his hand. He actually was elated that he was the first one of the club’s two rent-boys to be auditioned by the new owner.

Cory busied himself behind the bar and didn’t see that Daw took the stairs behind the bar to the second floor rather than the door across from the bar to the side of the building, where a dining deck overlooking the Beaufort marina had been added replacing the restaurant’s original parking lot. Now those coming to the Bayside Bar either by day or night had to find their own parking.

The john was in the bathroom when Daw reached the room, one of two at the thirty-five-foot width front façade of the building. The rooms had recently been finished. Each was thirteen feet wide and eighteen feet deep, quite large enough for their purpose. There were two new bathrooms, one for each room, front to back, between the two rooms. Daw dropped the Trojan packets on the nightstand beside the king bed jutting out in the middle of the room; stripped, folding his clothes and putting them on the straight chair near the window looking out over Bay Street; and stood in front of the tall window overlooking Bay Street. A bottle of lube had already been sitting on the nightstand. There were other condom packets there, but the man had snorted and said he needed Trojan Magnums. The light wasn’t on in the room, the room being dimly illuminated by the street lights on Bay Street. There were no curtains on the window.

Daw looked down in the street, where there were few pedestrians this time of night. He didn’t really care if passersby saw his slender little berry-brown body, although he would have withdrawn if he thought someone was looking up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead and the palms of his hands into the cool glass. He was a bit nervous—not just at the suggestion of the size of the man who soon would be fucking him but also because he knew this was an audition and that he very much wanted to pass. There weren’t many opportunities in Beaufort for a rent-boy like him, even though his Thai origin made him an exotic choice in the South Carolina low country, and he wanted this position, which would be an enhancement on what the club had been before.

The bathroom door opened, the light there was switched off, and Jayden Leggett, tall, big, black, and in full, magnificent erection, entered the room, drying himself off with a towel.

“They did a good job on the bathroom,” he said, as he split open a gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL, rolled in on his erection, and lubed up his sheathed cock.

“Yes,” Daw answered, not giving a shit whether the bathroom was done well or not, but wanting to be in the conversation. He didn’t turn though, waiting for the man, much taller and bigger than he was and chocolate brown to his berry brown, to come up behind him and put his hands on him. He didn’t want to do more than glance at the naked black man, being frightened as well as exhilarated by the black mamba-sized snake of a dick the man had on him.

Leggett did come up behind Daw but it was to kneel behind him, to reach around to encase the young Thai’s pert little cock in his hand and cause it to engorge as it was stroked, and to bury his face between the young man’s butt cheeks. Daw moaned for the man. He’d do so for a john anyway, but this guy was good. He also was the new boss. The moans were a genuine response. He’d been a bit worried by the anticipation of a guy needing a Trojan Magnum, but he was being worked real well. He was opening and he wanted the cock.

The black bull stood, his hand still on Daw’s cock, stroking, and, covering the young, smaller figure closely from behind, and let his beefy black hand roam over the young Thai’s torso and thighs, making Daw, palms and forehead still pressed to the window glass, whimper and beg for the cock. Leggett’s lips went to the hollow of Daw’s throat and the Thai rent-boy inclined his head to offer the throat to the man’s lips and teeth. The black bull was enormous in what he had running, initially, up the small of Daw’s back, but then, crouching down, moved his Trojan-sheathed erection to between Daw’s thighs, rubbing on his perineum, dry fucking him. Moaning low, Daw rocked on the hard shaft.

“Fuck me. Put it in. Screw me,” Daw whimpered. He knew that was what the men wanted to hear. And this was the man who controlled his job.

Leggett laughed, grasped the small Thai by the waist, and raised his body. Bringing it back down, he positioned his cock head and slowly lowered Daw’s channel on the shaft, taking the time needed to penetrate and move up into the small-body channel with the massive shaft. Daw opened his mouth in a not-so-silent scream of full-stretch violation.

It took some time for the mammoth cock to be fully saddled. Daw writhed on the assaulting shaft, but he maintained the connection to the window with the palms of his hands. He turned his head for the scream-suppressing kiss while Leggett bottomed. When they came out of the kiss, he arched his head back into the big black’s chest.

“Yes, yes, fuck me good, boss.” Daw groaned, as, lifting the much smaller man’s feet off the floor, Leggett raised and lowered his channel on the cock. Daw panted hard, his eyes rolling up in his head, every fiber of him concentrating on the impossibly thick and long shaft working him deep. The shaft penetrated deeper, faster as the channel yielded to it. Daw’s whimpers and groans subsided into moans and sighs.

After a few minutes of this, Leggett pulled them both away from the window, carried Daw over to the bed without losing purchase of his cock in Daw’s hole, laid the young Thai on his back on the bed, grasped his ankles and wishboned his legs, slid inside, and continued fucking him in the missionary position. Daw was able to take him fully now and rolled with the thrusts. They finished with Daw lapped, facing Leggett, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Daw arched back, palms on the floor as Leggett pulled him on and off the cock.

Later, when Daw came out of the bathroom following a shower, Leggett was stretched out on the bed, magnificently naked, smoking a cigarette and playing with his mamba-sized cock.

“That was good. You’ll do fine,” Leggett said.

“Thanks, glad to hear it,” Daw said. And he genuinely was thankful and relieved. It had been quite a workout. He could barely walk, and now he had to go downstairs and dance the pole for a couple of hours—and then probably come back up here—he hoped back up here—with a john and give the guy a good time. But he was glad he was still going to have a job dancing the pole and having a place to hook up with johns.

“And if you’re satisfied with this room, this can be yours for business,” Leggett said. “The house gets 25 percent of your take. I have privileges as the mood hits me. You’ve shown you can manage me. If that’s good with you—”

“That’s fine, Mr. Leggett. That’s great. Thanks.” And it was fine. It was an improvement over his deal with the last owner of this place, who made him take the johns off site and demanded more of the take. This was just great.

Daw dressed, if pulling on his silk jockstrap could be called “dressed,” and checked out his face and hair in the mirror above the bureau, as it was just about time for him to climb the pole downstairs, and left the room. After he did, Jayden Leggett finished smoking his cigarette, contemplated his pleasure of how the small Thai had performed for him, the young guy managing to open up to take the Magnum-sized cock. With a groan of his own from what he’d had to do to test the small Thai, Leggett rolled off the bed and then went upstairs to the third floor, which had been made into his own apartment.

Next would be that current bar manager, Cory Anderson. Jayden would put that guy through his paces, if that’s what Anderson was willing to do to keep his job. If he could take Leggett’s size and give him good sport, he could have the other front room on the second floor to conduct business. Jayden thought two rent-boys as a start for the club should be enough. If he added, there were a few rooms in the basement that could be set up.

If Anderson wanted to keep the job, he’d have to perform—and he’d have to give Leggett privileges. He’d have to be able to withstand the amount of privilege Jayden would want. Oh, and privileges to someone else too. Jayden couldn’t forget how important that was. He’d have to tell the cute little Thai piece, Daw Boonchon, about that requirement, but he didn’t think that would be a problem. Nice little bod, that Thai sweetie. Really arousing that such a small ass could managed such a thick cock, but he swallowed it right up. It remained to be seen if the other rent-boy could do as well—a cute blond. Jayden could wait to let the frosted blond hair of that one down and to get a good grip on it and jerk him around a bit—show him who’s the new boss.

* * * *

Standing behind the bar at the Bayside Bar at 8:30 p.m., preparing for the transition from a traditional seaside restaurant and bar to a late-night gay club, current club manager, bartender, and take-out rent-boy, Cory Anderson, pulled the chest-hugging red net muscle shirt over his head and onto his torso. At midnight that would come off and he’d serve drinks bare-chested, showing off his sculpted chest, one of his best features other than his movie-star handsome face under blond-highlighted curls. By the closing hour, with luck, he’d have a john for the next hour to take to the Scott Street Motel, a barely two-star motel a couple of blocks away that had enough amenities for his purposes and was good with providing him hourly services. There were rumors the new owner of this place was building in rooms here for that purpose. That would be an improvement that would make Cory want to stick around in this job.

Daw, the Thai pole dancer and the club’s other rent-boy, had said he’d had his audition with the new owner and was being provided a room here in the building to take his johns to. Cory hadn’t had his audition yet. When he asked Daw how his testing went, how good the new owner was with the cock, Daw initially just rolled his eyes and smiled. The smile told Cory not to fear the audition himself—much. He hoped he’d get a room assigned here as well. But more, he hoped he could keep his job here. He was a little ticked that Daw had been auditioned first. Cory was the club manager here, and he hadn’t even met the new owner yet.

He had to admit that the improvements to the place had brought in more guys at night. It was a good move to have added the outdoor dining deck to move most of the restaurant tables out there. The club guys didn’t come here to sit at restaurant tables. The bar, staircase, and entry were in the middle of the eighty-foot-deep, thirty-five-foot wide three-story building on a partially raised basement—what they called an English basement—with the entry at the side of a long range of commercial establishments, where the new deck overlooked the Beaufort marina.

The water side of the first floor was where there was a dance floor, and two platforms, one for the small live band and the other for the pole, where the flexible little Thai guy, Daw Boonchon, danced in a sparkly jockstrap and drummed up rent-boy business for himself. During the daytime restaurant version of the Bayside Bar, tables were set here. They were cleared out and the pole set up each evening in the 8:00-to-9:30 transition period. The biggest improvement Cory could see was to the section of the first floor facing Bay Street. In this thirty-five-by-thirty-foot section, which once was all dining tables, four pool tables had been set up. These had proved to be a crowd pleaser for both the early restaurant crowd and the later guy clubbers. They’d brought business in.

More business had its downside, though. Cory was afraid that increased business would heighten the club’s visibility and would lead to greater scrutiny by the authorities. His own rent-boy angle was more endangered by this than the club was, but the club had its threat as well. A lot of the Marines from the nearby Parris Island Marine training base came here to let their true, gay randy nature shine through. Cory had heard that there was a new sheriff in town who might want to flex his peacekeeping muscles. The club’s success might be leading to its downfall. He wondered if the new owner was on top of that.

And speaking of “on top,” when pressed, Daw had said that the new owner was quite the cocksman, was built like a bull, and demanded to have privileges. Cory was a little antsy on how that would work out with him. Daw wouldn’t say more when Cory pressed him about the Thai’s audition beyond saying he was gloriously sore and would be walking bowlegged for days afterward.

Cory was equally impressed with the updating that had been done to the kitchen in the basement, reached by the ornate wrought-iron open-railed staircase backing the bar that rose up the three floors from the basement. There was a warren of other storage and unfinished rooms down there, but now the kitchen was fully able to support the restaurant and the additional party space that was rumored to be on the floor above. Cory had yet to learn what had been done to the two floors above—beyond Daw having told him he’d been assigned a room and a bath at the Bay Street side of the second floor—but by the quiet that had descended on the building, he ascertained that the renovations had come to an end. Maybe they were in to the painting phase.

His time waiting to meet the new owner and finding what lay in the rooms above his head was also about to come to an end.

“You got any Bud beer back there? And Daw says you keep a supply of Trojan Magnum XLs behind the bar.”

Cory looked up, surprised. It wasn’t even 9:00 p.m. yet. The club didn’t open for more than a half hour. They were still putting the transition together. Jack, his backup bartender—there was a backup because Cory sometimes had to go off with a john with no notice—was still hauling in beer from the basement, and Daw was struggling in getting his pole set up.

“Sorry, mister, the club ain’t open yet. Come back in forty-five and I’ll be happy to serve you then.” He took a closer look at the man—big, massive, black. A real bull of a guy. Probably one of the Marines from Parris Island. Good-looking, though. Bet he had a big dick, especially since he’d asked about Magnums. “Would be happy to give you anything you like when we’re open, including a reason to use the rubbers,” he added. What he’d really like was to find out how good a cocksman the black guy was. Cory had a fetish for big, black bulls. He also was a well-used rent-boy. He needed a big man who was a little rough in sex to heat him up to enjoy the fuck.

“Hi, I’m Jayden Leggett,” the big black said. “You must be Cory Anderson, my current club manager.”

Ah, the new owner. “Sorry, Mr. Leggett. No one pointed you out to me yet.” Meaning that Leggett hadn’t bothered to present himself to club management before now.

“So, do you got that beer and a couple of condoms under the bar?”

“Sure, right here, coming up.”

“Get yourself a beer too and come walk with me. I don’t think you’ve seen what I’ve had done to the building yet. You have a backup who can take over the bar and the setup for the club session?”

“Sure. Hey, Jake, take over the bar and opening. I’ll be gone a while.” Fortuitously, the assistant manager had appeared from the basement with a case of beer and saluted his acknowledgment that he was being left in charge.

“So, I should bring the Trojans too?” Cory asked, giving his new boss a level look, both of them knowing he was asking an entirely different question.

“I think you know I’m reviewing the staffing setup, Cory,” Leggett said. “I need to be sure of whoever I keep on. That means I need to vet those in what they do here. So, yes, if you are interested in keeping your job and your usual function here, bring the condoms for our little walk and whatever. That OK with you, or should I start looking for a new club manager and someone to go on his back for the patrons?”

“It’s fine, yes,” Cory said, and from what he could see of his new boss, yes, it most definitely was fine.

“And now is a good time?” Leggett asked, fishing for whether this guy was going to give him a hint of trouble.

“Perfect,” Cory said, coming out from behind the bar, having handed a cold Bud to Leggett and bringing one for himself as well as a handful of gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL packets.

Leggett reached over and fingered the red mesh athletic T, his fingertips going to the hard flesh below. “Nice,” he said. “We will start on the third floor,” he continued, “and you can see the apartment they outfitted for me and then come back and end on the second.” He moved over to the foot of the ornate staircase leading up into the upper reaches of the building.

Ending at the second floor, of course, Cory thought. Hadn’t Daw told him about two rooms built out on the second floor facing Bay Street, each with a bath, and the two meant for the club rent-boys to turn tricks on the premises? Didn’t Daw say one was already assigned to him, the other awaiting assignment to another rent-boy. At the moment Cory was that other rent-boy. If he wanted to keep that position, he’d have to satisfy this black dude.

He moved to the staircase and wasn’t all that surprised when the big black boss, Leggett, palmed his butt as they mounted the stairs. He rubbed the two Trojan Magnum XL packets together in his hand as he climbed. How long would it be before the new owner would be mounting him? Would he provide the heat Cory needed to really get into the fuck?

Not long before he knew. Not long at all.

Leggett’s apartment on the third floor was huge, even though it was ten feet shorter on the waterfront side, as that much had been devoted to a covered outdoor porch. That left over 2,400 square feet that was outfitted as a largely open, luxuriously appointed, in Arabian Nights style, living space. Only two thirteen-by-eighteen feet rooms on the Bay Street façade, each with a bath, were separate rooms. These configured with the two front bedrooms and baths on the floor immediately below them. The middle section of the apartment, where the entrance foyer, bar, and staircase were on the first floor, was master bedroom area, open to the 1,000 square-foot living and kitchen area on the waterfront end. The master bedroom area with a full bath and walk-in closet at the inner-wall end opposite where the staircase came up, was commanded by a huge, four-poster canopy bed, covered with colorful silk pillows. Cory was able to see that restraints were drawn up into the framework of the bed’s canopy, and his imagination went wild on what Leggett could—and might—do with him in this bed.

As if he could read Cory’s thoughts, Leggett came up behind him close and whispered in his ear, “This is saved for partying—mostly very private partying. Come, let’s go down to the second floor and I’ll show you which room can be for your exclusive use if you please me. For the next hour, you’ll be a rent-boy and I’ll be the john you need to impress.”

They only spent a brief time on the second floor, with Leggett showing off the forty-by-thirty-five-foot party room he’d had installed on the waterfront end of the second floor, before Jayden ushered Cory into the front bedroom on the left on the Bay Street end, locking the door behind them, pulling the young frosted blond to him, undoing Cory’s hair to let it fall to his shoulders, and taking the handsome rent-boy into a bear-hug embrace. Cory wasn’t particularly small—certainly not as small as Daw was—but he was dwarfed, overwhelmed, and totally controlled in the big, black bull’s embrace. From that moment until Cory was royally fucked he was open and vulnerable to whatever Leggett wanted to take from him.

And Jayden Leggett wanted it all.

Using every Trojan Magnum packet Cory had brought, Leggett had him in a standing fuck, right there inside the room, transitioning into a cock cruelly stretching a hole as they undressed each other and Cory climbed Leggett’s hips with his knees.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck! You’re huge man! Go slow will ya?”

Leggett was hugely endowed. He didn’t go slow. He wanted to know what this rent-boy would take. After making Cory kneel before him and suck him, and as Cory was objecting to his size and what little time he was being given to take it, Leggett had lifted him, put the young man’s knees on his hips, stuffed him, and with Cory writhing under him and crying out “Hot! Hot! Hot!” the black bull fucked him to an initial vigorous and quick completion. He let the young man sink to the floor afterward, but not stay there.

Pulling Cory up by his hair, Leggett said, “Want to see the new bathroom?” Cory mumbled something, a tour of the bathroom not being the first thing that came to mind. “Let’s shower,” Leggett said as he dragged the young man across the floor by his hair.

Leggett had him against the slick tiled wall of the shower, fucking Cory from behind, with the young man’s cheek held to the wall by the palm of one of Leggett’s massive hands and Leggett’s other hand palming the young blond’s belly, jutting the rent-boy’s hips back into the big black’s groin, as Leggett pounded his ass. Later Leggett had Cory on the floor by the bed, with Cory on all fours and Leggett crouched over him, mounted on his ass, and fucking him hard in a brutal doggie. Cory murmured “Sizzling hot.”

And when Leggett was tired, he refused to let Cory be tired as well, and the black bull lay on his back on the bed, with Cory mounted on and riding his cock in a rocking cowboy.

When Leggett left the room, saying that this space was Cory’s to use with his johns if he wanted to continue working at the club and leaving Cory stretched out on the bed, one leg and an arm dangling off the side, and the blond honey blowing bubbles and moaning softly, he left a slight smile on the rent-boy’s face. Cory didn’t have the energy to say anything about how well he’d been done; Leggett didn’t have to be told that he’d done the rent-boy good. When Cory was able, he reached down, extracted his cellphone from his shorts and rang Jake downstairs.

“Count me out for the rest of the night, Jake,” he murmured into the phone. “Handle the club as you can. I’m done in.” There were three split gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL packets on the floor by the bed and two spent condoms, both as thick with cum as sea slugs. He had no idea where the third was, but he knew it was his job to clean it all up.

Oh, how he was done in. The heat of it. The red-hot heat of the black bull’s masterful shaft.

* * * *

Transition time and Cory Anderson was behind the bar and Jayden Leggett was sitting on a stool in front of the bar. The two were discussing final changes at the Bayside Bar as a result of the new ownership and the renovations. Leggett’s forearm was resting on top of the counter, and Cory was touching it worshipfully with the fingers of his hand in an “any time/any place” signal. Leggett had plowed Cory regularly over the past week, and the owner of the bar now owned the rent-boy as well.

Business was picking up significantly. Leggett had called that a good thing. They were talking about bringing in a third or fourth rent-boy, and Leggett was saying that there was space in the basement to put in a couple of more rooms with beds and baths. “For what they want, they don’t need a room with a view,” he said. “We could be establishing a regular male brothel here.”

“It would be hard on the rent-boys,” Cory said. “A lot of the new business is from Marines out at Parris Island and flyboys up at the air station. They can be really big guys and fuck rough.”

“But you like it big and rough, don’t you?” Leggett asked, giving the smaller, perfectly formed blond a searching look.

“That’s something rent-boys develop,” Cory answered. “The more they do it, the more they need to be done hard and big to get enjoyment out of it. So, yes, I like it hard and rough. I need it that way now to get heated up. If you bring more guys in, though, they’d need to be seasoned.”

“And me?” Leggett whispered. “I’m hard and rough enough for you?”

“Yes, you,” Cory responded, wrapping the fingers of one of his hands around Leggett’s thick, black thumb, in a surrender signal of a submissive. Then he grimaced and said, “In many ways, yes, increased business is good,” Cory said, “but that brothel thing. Aren’t you worried that we’ll get too high a profile? And we probably shouldn’t be calling it a brothel. I’ve heard there’s a new sheriff in Beaufort. He may want to earn a reputation by going after us if our profile gets too high.”

“I doubt it . . . but speaking of . . .”

Their attention was arrested by a big, strapping white guy coming down the stairs from the second floor. That, in itself, was attention getting because the bar wasn’t open now and the body-builder muscular guy didn’t work here. What really caught the eye, though, was that he had the club’s small Thai pole dancer and rent-boy, Daw Boonchon, hanging over his shoulder, his arms and head dangling down the muscle guy’s back and his legs swinging free in front. He was moaning. All he wore was a silk jockstrap, which he was only wearing now because it was hooked on one of his ankles.

The man was dressed in jeans, a chambray Western-style shirt, and cowboy boots, but it looked like he’d dressed quickly and in the dark. He gave Cory and Leggett a smile and a nod as he carried Daw into the back dance floor room and laid the young Thai gently at the base of his pole. After that, he came back to the bar and perched at the bar a couple of stools down from Jayden Leggett. “Hi, bro,” he said, nodding to Leggett.

“Hi yourself, Brother Gordy. You been after my rent-boy there hard?”

“I sure was hard when I started on him, yes. He can take it, but a Magnum guy wears the little fucker out.”

“Excuse me. We aren’t really open yet,” Cory interjected.

“Oh, we’ll always be open to this guy, Cory,” Jayden Leggett said, flashing a smile. “You apparently haven’t met my brother, Gordon Leggett.”

“Oh, I didn’t know there would be two of you. But, hey, you aren’t pulling my leg, are you?”

“Because?” Jayden asked, in amusement, but when Cory was too embarrassed to say what he wanted to, Jayden let him off the hook. “Because I’m black and Gordon’s white, right?”

Cory mumbled an assent.

“Different mothers, same father who couldn’t keep it in his pants,” Gordon explained. “He treated us both right, though—acknowledged us both and raised us as brothers.”

“I told both you and Daw there would be another guy with privileges in our new arrangement,” Jayden said. “That would be Gordon. And Gordon’s the reason I’m not worried about us going high profile here.”

“We’ve got a bouncer already,” Cory said. “He’s got lots of mean friends, I don’t think it would be a good idea to fire him.”

“That’s not the point,” Jayden said. “The point is that Gordon here is that new sheriff in town you were talking about. We’ll keep him happy in the sex department and he’ll help keep us in business. He’s got money in the business too.” While Cory absorbed that, Jaden turned to his brother. “That little Thai piece wear your pecker out or would you like to do some partying? I feel like a party.”

“Daw is sweet, but he’s just an appetizer,” Gordon said. “Would love a party.”

Both brothers turned their eyes on Cory. After a pregnant pause, Jayden said, “Is Jake around here someplace where you could turn your duties over to him?”

“Turn my duties over to him?”

“I said we want to party. I think I told you I like to party in my apartment. You want to pull some Trojan Magnum XLs out from the back of the bar there and come upstairs with us?”

They partied in Jayden’s fancy four-poster bed with all those silk pillows and the restraints bundled up in the canopy frame. They used the restraints on Cory, though, spread-eagling him, looking up into the bed’s canopy, arms and legs extended and bound. As Gordon had stood by the bed, pulling off his jeans and briefs, Jayden looked up into the canopy, at the restraints, and said to Cory, “Will you? Us both, with—?”

And Cory had interjected, “Anything you want. You own me.”

Jayden was under him, on his back, his Magnum-sheathed jet-black cock holding steady up Cory’s channel, with Cory rocking on his cock, pulling ineffectually on his extended and bound wrists and ankles, and Gordon was hovering over the blond rent-boy, being the one doing the thrusting up Cory’s passage with his Magnum-sheathed thick, white cock. Cory, captured and spread-eagled, totally open and vulnerable, being doubled by two mammoth cocks, was doing a whole lot of writhing and something approaching screaming—but in a good way. The word “Hot” was reverberating through the cavernous space on the third floor of the Bayside Bar.

“Good thing I had them put in extra-thick insulation in the walls and floor up here,” Jayden said.

“Yep,” Gordon agreed. “Otherwise, we might be bringing the sheriff in the next town over into play here. This blondie here is a mouthy little cunt, isn’t he?”

“What do you say, Cory?” Jayden chimed out. “You heated up good now?”

“Yes, oh, shit yes,” Cory managed through a panting groan.

Hot, hot, hot. Sizzling hot.

After our first encounter, he was getting hungry again for some of my ass. After a month, I saw some new packages was sent to me. As I opened them, noticed there are some new sexy lingeries and dresses with panties.

He also left a note saying, “Try these on and send me a pic wearing each and every one of them.”

So, I tried them on and they were perfect! I took couple of shots and sent him.

He immediately responded saying, “Damn girl! You look so pretty.”

Around 2 o’clock at night, he sends me a text saying, “Come to my house now! My hard cock needs to be serviced.”

So, I wore the dress he sent me, put on a jacket and knocked on the door. The door was opened already. So I entered the house. As I walked into, the lights were turned off and it was dark all around except for the staircase. There was a dim light.

So, I followed and entered his room. I saw no one was there and thought maybe he’s in the bathroom. So, I was getting my jacket off and in the mirror, kinda seeing and adjusting myself.

As I was busy doing my stuff, all of a sudden, he came and grabbed me from behind and started to kiss on my neck and with one hand he was pressing my chest and with other hand, he was slowly rubbing my cock.

He whispered into my ear saying, “Girl I’ve been waiting for you for so long! I was watching you from a corner of the room and look how hard you made me!”

Then he grabbed my hand and put it in his cock. As I was stroking his cock, he pushed me to his bed, grabbed my ass and start to spank me, kiss and caress my ass.

He said, “Mmmm… your ass smells soo fucking good!”

Then started to run his tongue around and finger my hole! It felt sooo freaking good at that time! I was moaning with pleasure. Then he turned me around and forced his cock into my mouth.

I was literally gagging at that time and it made him even more excited. After sucking his cock and balls, he grabbed some handful of lube and was pouring it in my hole.

Then slided his cock without a warning! At first, it was kinda painful but after few thrusts, it was worth it! He was going so fast and it was really a great experience for me!

Then he’d change his position and stripped my lingerie from my body and started to rub some lube around my cock and was stroking it fast.

Then he put his cock in my hole again, this time, he was thrusting and stroking me at the same time. When we both were about to cum, he pulled out and shot his shots into my face.

As he was stroking my cock too, I cam at the same time. He grabbed my cum, rubbed it in my mouth and pushed it in my mouth and was saying, taste your cum for me girl! Then he’d kiss me, swap cum and spit it back in my mouth.

Then he’d help me clean me up and after that, I’d go to my place.

He texted me saying, “From now on, you’re my girl! You’re my bitch.” 

After having been massages internally just a few days ago with a most exquisite fisting session, I decided to book a massage before my flight home. If wasn’t easy finding any available slots for a last minute, Sunday early afternoon, but I was lucky to have found somewhere not too far away that had a good time slot, only it was with a male named Joel. I didn’t care so I booked it.

I unlocked my cock from its cage to wank a morning boner and managed to coat my chest with a nice load. I wanted to release from the cage and release my balls before the massage thinking I would not get hard if I took care of things beforehand. I’d deal with the ramifications of Jace’s wrath later (he has his ways of getting me to confess…). I showered and threw on a pair of blue briefs, some jeans a sweatshirt and off I went.

Upon arrival, I noticed only one car parked in the lot. The Civic must be Joel’s I thought to myself. I entered and overhead I could hear soft music playing, light sounds of waves gently crashing and a steam flowing. Definitely feeling chill. When Joel appeared in front to greet me, he knocked my socks off! He was gorgeous! Mid-30’s, 5’9”, reddish/blonde hair, green eyes, square jaw, clean shaven. He wore a tight polo shirt, showing off his biceps and pecs very nicely. I could see his perked-out nipples protruding out of the cotton fabric of his shirt. His 3 buttons undone exposed a nice thatch of brownish chest hair. His sweats were tight fitting and I could see his soft cock dangling. 

Joel shook my hand and smiled at me, almost a sneer, as he caught me checking out his goods. I was caught red-handed…as he truly was a beautiful hunk of a man. When he spoke on his deep, gruff voice I almost shuttered. He pointed me to a massage room on the right and told me to make myself comfortable and also said, “underwear optional if you prefer”. What?!

I totally did strip naked and slid onto my front on the table. My soft penis sandwiched between the table and my abdomen.  When Joel entered the room I looked up and noticed him shirtless, he shut and locked the door. As I admired his chest, hairy in all the right places, his pink erect nubs at the edge of two well defined pectorals, he said, “I know you won’t mind if I massage you shirtless. It gets hot in here sometimes.” His chuckle was again a bit of a sneer. 

I thought to myself, what does he mean “I know you won’t mind…”. I suppose I gave myself away as a genuine homo-faggot when I couldn’t peel my eyes off of him. As my mind raced, Joel lowered the sheet off my back down to my waist and covered my back with a hot towel. He pressed it down firmly into my back and used his hands to begin this massage. When the towel cooled, Joel for the next 20 or so minutes, Joel used a combination of his elbows, hands and fingers on my back and rested my arms at each side when he finished. 

All good so far, only thing is my cock began to stiffen under me with his exotic touch. It was growing slowly as time went by. When he rolled the sheet down further to just to the backs of my knees, my ass was completely exposed. I thought I heard Joel smack his lips. Next thing I know, Joel  is kneading each cheek in a hand and my hips began to rise and fall, trying to gain more friction for my cock. Joel smacked my ass, each cheek hard and rapidly, “keep still!”, he barked. 

He resumed massaging my flanks for a few more minutes, then he poured some oil right into my crack and ran two fingers inside, brushing past my quivering balloon knot. I moaned, it felt so good, his light touch on my most private of places my cock was fully engorged now. But I dared not move. 

Joel teased me, now massaging the backs of my thighs, leaving my ass exposed and wanting. He worked his way down, all the way down to my ankles now. I was awoken out of my trance when I felt Joel raise my left foot up and his tongue swiped the underside of my heel. Joel began to use his mouth and tongue all over my feet, suckling on toes. It was unexpected and it was seriously nice. 

I wanted so badly to leap off the table and suck Joel’s dick, but I was like putty in his hands, literally, and was immobile. When Joel finished licking my toes he told me to flip onto my back. I was nervous to do it because he’d see my 7” cock in all its raging glory. He stood behind me now, his hard cock through his sweatpants grinding into my face while he reached down and began to rub my pecs with his fingers, moving down to twist each of my nipples. I was moaning wildly now and my left hand went down to my cock. Joel swiped it away. “Not yet my man. You’re not cumming until I say you can. Is that clear?!

”ummm yeah”, I said meekly.

“Turn around and let me see that ass again!”

I did as told. Again my cock was throbbing between me and the table, and I felt a little wetness now, I was officially leaking pre, and couldn’t believe it!

Joel mounted the table behind me, his knees at each side of my hips and he poured more oil into my butt. This time he inserted a finger inside me. “You know, as soon as you walked in I knew I’d be fucking your ass. I had you pegged instantly. I knew you’d put up no resistance. I know cocksuckers like you can’t help it!”

So arrogant, but yet, so so true! I didn’t say anything. I just closed my eyes and let his fingers fish around inside my hole. “When’s the last time this hole had some dick?”, he asked as he smacked it. 
“Friday afternoon”, I said proudly. 

Another hard smack, and several more for good measure followed by more kneading. “Who fucked this ass?”, he asked.

“An older man I met. He fisted and fucked me. Bred my hole good.”

”Fisted? No shit! How is that assring still so tight? You’re a fucking fist pig are you? Well, that’s gonna happen today, but I am gonna give this ass a good fucking. You want my dick man?”

”Hell yes! Please!”

”I bet you give this ass up to anyone, don’t you? Fucking pig!” Joel dismounted briefly to finish stripping. “Keep your head down there man!” He pulled himself back into the table pushed my ass up by the waist and his oiled up cock pushed right through my love knot. Joel held my head down with the back of his hand while propping himself up with the other. I wanted so much to see this man’s body, but not from my position, it just wasn’t happening. Joel had a good sized dick on him, at least matching my 7, it not a little longer, and maybe a little thicker. It was perfect. Joel’s thrusts were hard and quick. His massage technique was slow and gentle, but his fuck strokes were anything but. 

“Squeeze that ass muscle for me. I want to feel you clamp down on my cock!” I squeezed my sphincter and Joel continued to fuck me hard. Knowing we were getting close to our hour, I knew this wasn’t going to last forever. Joel upped his pace even more now. I could feel his balls banging against me as he fucked me harder now with a hand squeezing the back of my neck, pressing me down.  With this more intense pace, my cock had just the right amount of friction to unload and soak my stomach! My ass squeezed and convulsed around Joel’s fuckstick, and suddenly Joel howled as he gave me one deep hard fuck stroke and blasted his man seed deep inside my used cunt. I once again squeezed down hard to grab out any and all cum that I could catch inside me. 

Joel pulled his cock out and dismounted. Before he could argue, I found my mouth wrapped around that dick and I looked up into his eyes and he closed them. I ran my hands up and down his chest, his ass, his thighs. I wanted the memory of touching the hard body of the man that bred me!

Joel let me get my fix of his body, he even lets feel his biceps as he flexed and let me clean out his pit hairs with my tongue. His essence was all over my face! He threw a wet warm towel my way and told me to clean myself up. He also dressed, tucked his shirt into his pants and we were still the only ones in the place.

Needless to say, I tipped Joel very nicely. I also kept his load inside me for the entire ride to the airport and the flight home! By the time we landed and grabbed my bag, I released his load and put the lock back on my cock. I knew Jace would expect a full report of what transpired in Colorado. He has his ways of getting me to talk! 

Mens sana in corpore sano is a Latin phrase usually translated as “a healthy mind in a healthy body”. The phrase is widely used in sporting contexts to express that physical exercise is an important or essential part of mental and psychological well-being. So, I gather that if you exercise cock and ass in the gym, your overall health is guaranteed, right?

Priapus Gym is a gay male venue. Its moto could have been Mens sana in corpore sano, but members better understand a more down to earth slogan like Pump iron, pump man juice. When you walk in the locker room, the smell of sweat and testosterone is overwhelming. Some guys just put a jockstrap on for their workout, some wear a singlet with the letters TOP or BOTTOM in bright red; many opt for shorts that show off their ass and their bulge. Priapus is Muscleland all the way. Buddies adore iron bars… from behind.

Sydney has hired a trainer. Karl is a tall German guy known for his performance in the Best European Physique competition. He can knock-out Sydney with just one cock slap on the face. But for now, Karl encourages his trainee: “That’s it, Sydney. Lean back on your heels and push upward with your entire lower body, not just your thighs. You want to reenforce those butt cheeks, don’t you?” Pull-ups are next on the program. Karl wraps Sydney’s wrists and attaches the straps to the chin-up bar. That way, Sydney can dangle from the bar and stretch his spine after each set. Hic cock rises up hard and twitching as soon as Karl slaps his ass. “Good job, Sydney. That’s it, now one more”, yells out Karl with a laugh and a second slap on the butt.

During a short rest, Sydney doesn’t notice that Karl is rummaging through his trainer’s bag and comes back, apparently rubbing his hands with some kind of cream. “Second set, boy. This one will be harder.” In the middle of the exercise, Karl grabs the waistband of Sydney’s shorts and pulls them down to his knees. A boner is revealed in all its pink, curved glory. A peachy arse is calling for help. Karl’s hands thrust up into the ass crack, and a finger finds the puckered shit hole, poking and twisting its way inward. “That’s a good little fucker; open that sweet ass for me!” On that note, Karl teases the opening by circling it with the fat mushroom head of his dick sticking out from a hole in the singlet. “Stop teasing me, man, ram your rod, hard and deep, in my fuck chute! I need you to pound me like there’s no tomorrow. I need you to split me in half.”

The walls of the gym are lined with mirrors and Sydney can see that his trainer has now discarded his gym wear. He is totally naked, exhibiting a round muscular ass. His cock is reared upward in a wicked curve, the knob already drooling. Without the slightest warning, Karl’s thick tool slithers inward without a hitch. He slams into the hungry hole at least twenty times, each thrust harder and faster than the one before it. His balls slap Sydney’s ass and bounce off until he’s ready to empty them in the divine whoopie cakes. Sydney almost passes out from sexual euphoria.

Priapus gym closes at 10 pm. That’s when Henry starts his shift, disinfecting each dumbbell, bench and weight machine, plus cleaning the locker room, the shower area and the sauna. He imagines the guys who have used the equipment to pump their muscles, then using the abundant sweat to lubricate their stiff cock, fucking every available booty. In a gay gym like Priapus, tight-asses are a dream come true. When Henry cleans the locker room, he’s always on the look for some sweaty, stained jockstrap left behind. He is lucky tonight; a burgundy red garment hangs on a towel hook. He grabs and inhales it, then rubs the pouch over his nipples and cock. Once he’s hard, the fabric is balled up and shoved into his greedy mouth. Henry is ready to furiously stroke himself to orgasm. He beats off so hard, his dick could call a lawyer the next morning.

Most members have a regular schedule and follow it scrupulously. Theodore, 36, arrives at 7 am sharp. Six-foot three, 210 pounds, not one inch of fat, Theo sports the biggest peachy ass you can imagine. His silver singlet highlights the two huge hemispheres parted by a crack that gets you hard in a single glance. Throughout his one-hour workout, colleagues get a chance to caress, slap or pinch the virile offering. Theo adores a threesome, a chance to get simultaneously ass-fucked and face-rammed. He chooses two well-hung bodybuilders, one Black and one White. The Black dude grin cane make a guy cum inside his boxer briefs without the joystick even being touched. His abs are like speed bumps, his biceps are the size of watermelons, his neck is like a barrel, his dick is porn-quality material, XXX all the way. Theo starts by kissing his two partners, their tongues meeting and engaging in a fiery dance of desire. They then position themselves so that all three cocks collide and fence with frenzy. “That is one hot appetizer!”, cries out Theo.

At Priapus, you would think that some gym benches were designed for fucking. Theo bends over one of them, stretching his legs to pop his ass in the Black guy’s direction, and facing down to have the White guy brush the head of his cock on a pair of greedy lips. He can already lick drops of precum. In no time, Theo wraps his hands around the stiff cock, pulls it into his mouth and begins pumping up and down the length of the shaft. He loves to have a dick tease the rear of his throat. Meanwhile, the Black dude worships the lightly furry ass cheeks framed by a traditional white jockstrap. He massages the tight pucker cherished by onlookers. The intimate entry holds guaranteed pleasure and wonder for both of them. All nine of his plump and veined inches enter the holy hole with slamming speed, clear down to his balls which are snug against the fuck chute. The Black guy is a real ass-hound. He is known for his moto: “Bareback deep inside”.

The White bodybuilder is the first to fire a rope of warm cum. Theo swallows the glob of jizz until the dick is entirely dry. The Black bodybuilder is energized by a firm grip on the two hemispheres. His throbbing cock does not rest until it is ready to explode a hot thick white cream covering every angle of the love canal. It is not the first time this Black guy fucks Theo. Their man-to-man pleasure reaches a climax only when the white shit is flushed out, felched by the Black partner, and shared in a passionate kiss.  

Moans of pleasure are now coming from an isolated corner of the gymnasium. Two men – early 20s and late 40s – are worshipping every pumped muscle. Workout sweat intoxicates them: “God, you smell and taste so fuckin hot after a workout”, says the younger one as he buries his nose in the armpits of his bodybuilder Daddy. Nipples are next: “Holy fuck, I’m addicted to these little treasures; I could suck on them all night long”, growls the muscled Son. Daddy yells out: “Yeah. Do it. Suck ’em raw. Make ’em hurt. Get ’em sore.” They continue to explore their superbly chiseled bodies, as if it were the first time (which is far from being the case).

Daddy has the most amazing balls, big and meaty, packed into a baggy sac that almost reaches mid-thigh. Son rubs his face on that sac, then buries his nose in the dense thatch of pubic hair. With a grip on the ass, he starts sucking the sweaty dick. “You’re getting my other hole hungry. I want your cock to fill me up down there also!” Daddy starts the ass-work by licking the rosebud and twisting his tongue inside as far as possible. Saliva lubricates the fuck chute, and the mature experienced piece of cut meat plunges into well-known territory. Blood vessels on the cock swell more eagerly when blood ties are at play. Partners reach ecstasy when they both blast sizzling jizz in all directions, inside the sexual core or over sweaty surfaces.

Daddy and Son are in love. They adore kissing a hard dick and a peachy butt. When they walk into the gym, they only wear a jockstrap and it doesn’t stay on for more than five minutes. Nothing more exhilarating than pumping iron when you are naked and horny. Biceps, pecs, abs, thighs, cock and ass are meant to work as a team. Sweat, saliva and sperm are made to mix together. The gym is the ideal place to choreograph all these assets with ultimate zeal.

I hope you had fun reading this story, and that you have learned a very important rule in gym training: a well-developed muscle, hard and juicy, always needs regular exercise!

I was here again. Sitting in my car late one night, alone, looking out at the lake, lost in thought. Well, lost in thoughts as cars slowly drove past me, drivers staring as they slowly cruised by, circling like sharks for prey.

I was bait. Sitting in my car with my parking lights on to view their faces as they crept by me, to catch a glimpse of them in the headlights of my car, seeing the same look in their eyes as they passed by. Hunger. Only I was hidden, in the dark. Unseen mostly, until they took a chance.

I let them take the lead. I figured if I let them come to me it was better. I was trying to be good since I returned from Europe and met my girlfriend. I was trying to stop myself from these urges, to relive what I had with another man only a year ago.

But something inside me was aching. Something was driving me to these lustful thoughts all the time. I wondered if I could truly make them go away even though I tried hard. But here I was, once again, on the Lakeshore in one of several parking lots I happened to discover one night, seeing the same cars creeping by, circling, parking. Watching men get into other cars.

This was better than the phone. I could see what these men looked like. And I waited to find one that fit my standards.

I learned how to not look at guys who parked beside me that I wasn’t interested in.

I learned how to turn away, or drive to another spot.

I learned how to drive by others, casually looking at the outline of the man in the driver’s seat. Turning around to shine my lights into them to get a better glimpse. Trying to find someone out there like me: hiding this secret desire.

I learned how to pull up beside cars and stare back, waiting for him to make the first move. I wasn’t that bold anymore. Grief had taught me to be reserved. No one could compare to Joe.

I learned how to give up and drive home, unsatisfied with the sample of options, wondering if there were truly other guys like me trying to behave and just wanting something quick, something noncommittal. Something to just close my eyes to and let go.

Many nights I did nothing. Many nights I was tempted.

Tonight was different.

The first time I spotted the vehicle I sat up. A black Dodge Ram truck slowly moving down the centre of the parking lot, the word RAM across the front making me smile. I could see the outline of the man as it approached, and as he entered into the line of my lights, I could see only the top of his face, his dark hair a bit curly, his eyes glaring as he inched by, his hand resting casually over his lips, under the bottom of a straight nose as his elbow rested by the window to hide most of his appearance. His eyes held my stare back, though I wondered if he could truly see me. If he could see I was a 25-year-old muscled jock boy, wanting a man. Wishing he could see my smooth 5’9” body and my fat 8 inches of dick in my pants. Wondering if he was looking for a bottom boy that was hungry for what I hoped was a big cock to feed me. Wondering if he was hiding something like me.

I watched the truck move away from me even more slowly before it made a wide turn a ways away and head back towards me, quickly at first, and then slowing down as he neared my headlights again. I leaned forward, wondering how much of me he could see as he came into my sightline in the dim lighting.

He too was leaning forward, upwards as he peered over the passenger side to see me, showing off his entire square jaw, clean shaven face. He was handsome, clean cut, dad type, thick curly hair, big shoulders by the look of him. I could see him lifting his head, as if he was trying to see what I looked like until he was gone from my lights once again.

My heart was thumping in my throat at the sudden potential. Most of the men I had seen drive by me lately were older, plump, too friendly and not my type. But this man, this truck driving RAM man, with his smooth face and hunky looks seemed like the perfect dad type to me. I watched with bated breath as the taillights of his truck came on and it turned around once again to drive by me.

It was like we were the only two vehicles at this moment. My eyes watching his truck move gracefully through the parking lot, towards my reverse parked car waiting for him to drive by again. I heard the sound of his engine speed up as he turned and drove towards me again, before the red light of his brake lights lit the area behind him and he slowed down once again to drive by me. To cruise me. To see, I was hoping, if I was his type.

I reached up and flicked on the overhead lights, illuminating my face against the darkness. I could see him. It was time for him to see me.

He was moving so slowly through the lights of my car that he practically stopped in front of me. My eyes looking out straight to his as he saw my face under the light. My clean-shaven baby face. My broad shoulders. From the driver’s window, his hand was down from his face and I could see him more clearly as he almost came to a complete stop in the lane directly in front of me. As if he too was seeing something he liked. He had a very handsome look to him, a straight man if I ever saw one, definitely older than me but not too much, and definitely a dad type.

He smiled a bit, and I felt my heart flutter as he gave a little nod. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out, smiling back, causing him to smile wider before he darkened out of the stream of my beams.

Instead of driving further down the parking lot, he turned his truck into a spot one over from mine. My head followed his truck to my left, and when he parked, I could see the outline of his profile turn to look in my direction. Then his window rolled down and I could make him out a little more.

He moved his arm out the window, letting it hang out. Thankfully it was summer, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. I could make out the strong arm from two spots over, the big manly bicep bulged as it bent, his hand looking large as he flattened it against the side of his truck. No wedding ring. He leaned a bit towards the window as if the parking lot lights would catch his image. I was mesmerized.

Following his lead, I rolled down my window and did the same, glad that I had a bicep to show off as well. I forgot that my light was still on, letting him see fully the package he was inspecting. At least from the chest up.

Suddenly his arm went back in the truck and I saw him looking in his mirror. His truck started to reverse and I thought he wasn’t interested as he quickly backed up. In a fleeting moment of dejection, I watched his truck reverse backwards, before he turned into the spot directly next to me and slowly pulled up beside me, his window still down, the sounds of his muffler louder as he aimed his window to match up with mine.

If I thought he was handsome from afar, he was even better looking up close. Kind of a George Clooney type, with dark hair, thick eyebrows, dark features, dark eyes and a sexy smile. I felt my heart beating a mile a minute, suddenly staring at this hunk in the truck next to me. My mind raced from how fucking hot he was, to there is no way this guy is looking for man to man sex, to this might be something dangerous.

“Nice night.” His smooth voice rang out, sounding deep and rough and sweet all at the same time in those two words.

“Yeah.” I intellectually said back, trying to will myself to stop shaking.

He craned his neck sideways, showing off a thick one, making me wonder how fit he was when he lifted his arm back over the window and let it hang loose. My eyes looked down at it, seeing the lightly hairy forearm with the veins running underneath, to the vein running up his bicep. I inhaled slowly as I stared at it, seeing him bend his arm as his hand moved up to his mirror, as if on purpose to show off.

He turned his head back around and gazed down at me from his truck, leaning a bit out the window to look into my car. I saw him give a little huff and smile before his eyes went back up to mine. His eyes were dark, almost black. “You looking?”

Again, I thought it might be a trap, so I only nodded.

I heard him breathe in deeply and that big hand moved to his chin. His stubbly, sexy, square jaw line. I watched in a daze, waiting for further words.

He gave a flick of his head after his eyes finished their study of me. “You want to hop in?”

Like a flash I was rolling up my window and out of my car as his eyes remained fixed on me. I heard him give a low “Mmm” as I stepped out, turning to him with my bare legs showing from my shorts, my ass more than likely the target of his groan. I could feel my rod thickening as I moved around the back of his truck, catching his eyes still on me in his side mirror until I saw him lean across the seats to open the door for me.

I climbed up into the truck, seeing him with his right hand on his thigh, a pair of dark blue work pants apparent, work boots at the pedals. I was pleased to see big pecs on top of a flat stomach, the epitome of a stud: fit, blue collar, handsome man. I sat back into the seat and closed the door as he turned off the engine. The immediate silence enveloped us, and we sat awkwardly looking at one another for a few seconds as we studied each other.

He lifted his big right hand off his thigh and held it out to me. “Leo.”

For a split second I wondered if that was his name or his astrological sign. “Brian.” I said back, taking his hand. It was large, strong, and warm.

He let go and sat back, his left hand at his chin again rubbing it as he looked at me. “You’re a fuckin’ hot guy Brian.”

I gave a snort. “Look who’s talking.” I turned away from his good looks for a moment, hearing him snort back. When I turned back to him, he was smiling, looking hotter than ever.

“It’s not every day you see someone that looks like you down here.” His voice was like butter, soft and smooth. But masculine and rough as well. I tried to avert my eyes from his crotch, but I kept stealing glances downward as we stared at each other.

“Likewise Leo.” I felt myself blushing. “You’re definitely my type.”

“Yeah?” He said a bit louder, his hand rubbing his own thigh suddenly. “Not too old for you?”

I frowned at him, picturing to be maybe 40. “No.”

He frowned back. “How old are you?”

“25.” I said, seeing him squint a bit. “I look younger I know. I get that a lot.”

He turned his head sideways, looking out his window down at my car. “Well Brian, you are definitely my type too.” When he turned back, his eyes were different, almost smaller, with that look of lust that I was sure I was giving right back.

“Cool.” I said, sliding my ass a bit on the seat to turn more towards him and putting my hands on my bare knees to hide my own excitement.

From the corner of my eye, I saw his left hand slide inward to his midsection and rest there, causing me to look at the movement and then up to his face. He was staring at me, his hand on his chin still. “You’re cute.” He said quietly, his hand now moving more, rubbing his own bulge. “Really cute.”

I felt my own bulge increasing, tightening inside my shorts, stretching my underwear as my dick lengthened. I felt dizzy in his truck, as all the blood inside me seemed to be flowing to my cock.

“Bet you’d look cute between my legs.” His voice was low, almost gravelly now, and I took the hint.

I reached out to his leg, letting my hand slide over his pant covered thigh. It felt wide, solid, my fingers just near his thick wrist as he worked on his package between those big legs. I saw a thumb run up to the top of his pants, and then with a flick of his finger and thumb, his pants were open, and he was sliding his zipper downward, lifting his ass up off the seat to do it. My hand slid inward more, connecting with his hand, sending sparks inside me as our fingers touched in a different way than the initial handshake.

He moved with purpose, opening up the fly of his pants, revealing a pair of dark briefs, before that thumb hooked into the waistband and he pulled it over his meat, revealing a dark-haired trimmed bush and a fat cut cock that hardened as it came free, spilling out over his hand and rising to attention.

My hand moved upward, over his hand, running along the top of his veins, feeling the roughness of his skin before it found his rod. My hand was cooler than the warm meat that elongated in front of my eyes, stretching out and up to a thickness and length that rivaled mine. I could smell him, and it drew me over, sliding across the seat to get closer to this man, wanting to taste him.

I bent over as his hand moved away from his own cock and rubbed over the top of my hand in a gentle touch. It travelled with mine as I gripped the bottom of his cock and aimed it up, my mouth opening as I slid closer.

With a shift of my body, I was in position and took him in, savouring the taste of a man, burying my nose into his flat stomach and pubes as the tip of his cock tickled the back of my throat. I came off completely and looked at it, now at full mast, a good 8 cut inches at least, before I went down on it again. He met my rhythm, lifting himself up slightly to push into me, his other hand gently resting on my head, holding my hair as I began to suck his dick.

He groaned, letting loud sounds out through his nose and mouth, growing in intensity as I enjoyed the feeding, until his words snapped me back to where I was.

“Your mouth feels so good.” He whispered. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

I was surprised to see him guide me off and push me back, leaning over the seat, his erect cock still out of his pants as he moved me backwards. His big hands went to my shorts and pulled them roughly open and down, letting my own shaved 8 inches emerge.

“Jesus, you’re the whole package.” He grunted before he went down on me. I gasped as the warmth of his mouth overtook me. This stud of a man, sucking me furiously in his own truck. I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and felt nothing but solid muscle. I looked down at the top of his head, so thick and curly that I couldn’t help but reach out and touch it with my other hand. I gripped his soft hair lightly, feeling the shape of his skull as he bobbed up and down. I heard him groan as he sucked on me, pushing me back more, shifting me to get at my entire shaft. I let my head flop backwards as his obvious skill sent me into a tailspin.

He shifted more, climbing over me, a big, muscled arm reaching over the seat until I was being flattened backwards, my cock never leaving his wet mouth. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling of his truck, hidden from view as Leo’s body moved between my legs. With a hungry look, he came off my dick and planted his fists on either side of my waist and moved over me, into the passenger seat on top of me.

I froze, seeing this handsome man staring down at me with a look of lust. He was breathing heavily, his lips parted, his cock still fully hard and sticking out of his fly touching my legs. I watched the muscles in his arm flex as he repositioned himself, pushing his pants downward, showing off two thick legs, freeing his dick even more. A perfect set of bull sized balls appeared between those meaty thighs as he crouched between my legs. He went over on one hand, using his free one to push my shorts downward, until I kicked them off with my sneakered foot and spread my legs for him to move in between me. Our bodies worked quickly, awkwardly in the small space until we found a comfortable position. And then that look of lust came towards my face as his body moved completely onto mine, now flattened backward on his fully reclined seat.

I felt his cock in between my legs first before his lips moved to mine. With a sudden fierceness to him, he kissed me hard, splitting my lips open with his tongue, shoving it into me. His tongue was big and long, and filled my mouth perfectly as our moans moved into each other’s mouths. His body weighed down on mine, grinding into me, pushing me into the leather seat even more as the heaviness of him crushed me. My hands went down his V-shaped back, and pushed his pants down over his ass. I could feel his smooth, fleshy cheeks, wishing I was looking at what I was feeling. Like a blind man, I let my hands roam, moving up under his shirt as we kissed, feeling the ripples of his masculinity with every touch of my fingertips. My legs spread wider, his body shifted, his cock now searching. I suddenly wondered if he was going to fuck me right here on the seat of his truck.

He pulled off my lips abruptly, his body still covering mine. He was taller than me easily, and weighed a solid tonne more than me. But he felt good; something that I had missed. “Jesus you can kiss too. Fuckin’ perfect.” He hovered over me, his nose now brushing alongside my cheek, exploring, before his lips moved down my face, finding my ear lobe, his tongue coming out to lick its way over it, into it, breathing into my very brain.

I moaned and moved my legs out over his body, wrapping them around his solid figure, opening myself up more for him as he nuzzled my neck. He groaned too, and pushed his cock into my ass. I could feel the thick head of that monster I was just sucking poking at me. There was no doubt – he wanted to fuck me. And the more he explored my neck with his tongue, the more I wanted him to.

“Can I fuck you?” He suddenly asked in my ear, sending shivers through my body as I clung to his shape.

“Are you safe?” I whispered back, finding his mouth with mine and kissing him again for a while. I didn’t have a condom. I was guessing he didn’t either.

“Yeah, you?” He was grinding his body more, his hips were moving, his cock was hunting for my entrance.

I clutched at his ass, feeling his glutes contracting with each gyration over me. His simulation fucking was already driving me wild. I couldn’t wait to feel his fat cock actually inside me. “Yeah. I was tested last month.”

“Fuck.” He breathed out, moving his body like a dancer over me, with smooth motions on me. I could only imagine how his hips would work. “I wanna make you mine.” His lips covered mine again and I felt his cock head at my hole. He pushed upward, desperate to enter but his raw cock wasn’t going anywhere without any assistance.

As if he was reading my mind, his lips broke free from me again and I saw him reach down between us in the cramped space, shoving his pants farther down to give him more ease of movement with his legs and his cock returned to its position wet with his spit. And with one shove, he split me wide open and entered me.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned, gripping his shoulders as the pain seared through me. I stared at him, frozen underneath him as he waited, letting me adjust to the sudden invasion. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into him as he stared down at me, hovering just below the windows of his truck. We were high enough, and flattened enough, that no one would be able to see what we were doing. It was like we were the only two people in the parking lot. “Fuck.” I muttered again, seeing his eyes close a bit and feeling his dick twitch inside me. He wanted to move, I could tell. But he waited, patiently, as my tunnel relaxed and the pain inched away.

I leaned my head forward and rested my forehead on his chin, feeling his breath coming out. “God you’re so hot.” He moaned out, before I felt his nose at my face again, and our lips connected once again.

And then he was fucking me, slowly, deeply, in the stillness of the night. I groaned out in satisfaction as the pain turned to pleasure, and his cock began its mission.

I wrapped my arms around him to hold on, feeling the width of his shaft spreading me open. I kept my legs locked around him, my heels digging into his hind legs as he thrusted gently into me. His breath was increasing, hot air flowing from him onto my neck as we intermittently kissed. My hands moved under his shirt, pulling it upward. He took the hint and peeled it off without missing a beat, my hands reaching under him to find his pecs. Two mountains of muscle as he kept his fists on either side of me, pressing into the seat.

“Holy fuck you’re built.” I moaned, squeezing his chest before sliding my hands back around to his back, following the curve of his body over the rump of his butt to squeeze it again and pull him into me more.

“Thanks.” He panted. “You’re not so bad yourself. I wish I could see your body.” He kissed my forehead and then looked down in between us as he lifted his body up a bit. “We could have a lot of fun in my bed.”

I arched and wiggled under him, getting into the sensation of his bigger body smothering mine, feeling his cock hitting different spots inside me. I was on fire for this hunk. And he was equally passionate, kissing me harder, drilling up into me faster, letting his frame rub against me.

He rocked backwards and suddenly my legs were wider, his biceps now hooked under my knees, pushing my knees to my face as he moved into me deeper. My eyes widened, his face just above mine, watching me. I could feel the door against my leg, feel the console pressing into my other one as he drilled me. I didn’t care. I was focused on his face.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked breathlessly.

 I nodded, holding my own legs back, eyeing the size of his arms as his cock worked like a piston inside me. “Yes. Do it.” I moaned, letting my mouth gape open. I watched his mouth close and he worked up spit and then dropped it into my mouth before he covered my mouth with his, forcing me to swallow. I moaned into him, feeling the intensity pick up as I drank his saliva. His throat rumbled, his movements slowed until there was one sudden thrust that he drove into me, and he moaned loudly, lifting his face from mine, straining his neck as his cock erupted and painted my walls.

I grabbed his ass, feeling it squeezing forward into me deep, until the muscles relaxed before a second thrust into me and a louder grunt. His face looked down at me, slightly red, veins sticking out from his thick neck as he let out a roar and thrust a third time into me.

“Oh GOD!” He bellowed, holding himself above me, straining out the last of his load before he collapsed onto me. I wrapped both legs and arms around him tighter, but he didn’t stay still. Instead, he pushed himself up and moved off me, letting his slick cock slip out of me suddenly and then grabbed my throbbing piece and engulfed it down his throat.

I sat up on my elbows in shock as he sucked me frantically. I grabbed his hand on my abs, feeling the sudden rise as my ass twitched with emptiness. “Oh my God I’m going to cum.” I panted as I watched his handsome face move up and down my thick shaft. I started to shake, and felt his hand squeeze around mine.

His moans finished me off, vibrating on my cock as he swallowed me deep. I grabbed his curly hair with my free hand and announced it was coming. He didn’t stop, just kept going until I grunted uncontrollably and shot my load straight down his throat as he slumped in between the seat and the dash of his truck. Shaking like a whore, I unleashed everything inside my sack in an out of control manner, feeling the truck practically shaking with me. He sucked me clean until he let my dick escape his lips with a satisfying pop.

He climbed over me again and kissed me, letting me taste my own load from his tongue, feeding me whatever he had left through a grumbling passionate locking of our lips.

In a swift smooth move, he rolled off me, and moved to his seat, breathing just as hard as I was. I let my legs lower, straightening them out, pulling down my shirt over my abs and staring down at my naked lower half, save for the shoes on my feet. I turned to look at him, shirtless, looking like a satisfied porn star, his pants around his muscled knees, his slightly hairy pecs heaving, his cock deflated lying against his left thigh. He leaned back, spreading those manly legs and grinned over at me.

“Wow.” He moved sideways and slapped a hand on my leg. “That was fucking hot buddy.”

There was something so casual about it all. I couldn’t stop looking at him, half dressed, his hair slightly messy, his flat stomach working hard as his pecs moved up and down. I wanted to climb on him and go at it again.

“Yeah. You’re a fucking stud.” I managed to get out as he laughed at my words and bent forward to slide his pants over his legs much to my disapproval. I did the same, feeling the essence of his load leaking from me. I could smell sex, and his scent was keeping me stiff.

He lifted his ass and pulled his pants up, but left them undone, his shirt still off. He leaned forward and grabbed his thick wallet from the dash and grabbed a pen from the console between the seats.

“Here.” He quickly scribbled something on a receipt he pulled from the confines of the wallet and handed it to me. “My number if you want. I’d love to do this again in a more comfortable setting. Where I can get you completely naked and flop you around. You look like you can take it.” He put his big hand on my thigh again and rubbed it gently. I wanted to lean into him and kiss him again but wasn’t sure if he would respond the same way, now that he wasn’t in the throes of passion.

I couldn’t believe my luck. After a string of one-nighters through Europe, and disappointing opportunities back at home now that I was back and single, here was a hunk I picked up cruising. I looked at the note with his messy writing, “Leo” scrawled across the top with his phone number.

“Do you have a place?” I asked hesitantly.

He grinned at me and I found myself melting into the seat. I wanted to sit here with him longer, just to stare at him.

“I do.”

I felt a wave of relief. Not married. At least, I hoped. This could be the start of something after all.

1.

Erik and Oskar grew up together and identified as gay at age fourteen, their parents accepting their sexuality without a problem. They are both Swedish, aged eighteen. They became inseparable growing up, both being an only child and they are now officially boyfriends. They moved to England at age five because their fathers, who work for the same company, were moved to the UK by their employer.

They both decided to do business studies at college although didn’t have a clue what kind of job they’d do once finished so would leave that decision for later.

“Fancy coming back to mine?” Oskar asked as they made their way home from college. “Dad’s away for a few days and mum is volunteering at one of her charities until late, so we’ll be alone” he grinned. Erik readily agreed, knowing what that meant. He sent a quick text to his mum saying he’d be late home and might even stay over at Oskar’s. She was used to the boys doing that, so wouldn’t worry.

“Likely trouble ahead” Erik whispered on seeing two guys making their way towards them as they made their way through a foot tunnel below the road above. Their whole demeanour indicated trouble.

“Ooh, look what we’ve got here. Two arse lickers. Let’s have some fun with them” one said to his mate and laughed. The other agreed and prepared himself for fun. “Give us your money” the first one demanded.

Oskar and Erik said nothing and stood still waiting for them to get closer.

“You take left and I’ll take right” Erik whispered to his boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time they’d encountered homophobic bullying, so were prepared.

“Are you cock suckers deaf?”

Erik and Oskar remained silent, standing their ground.

“Give us your fucking money” the other assailant shouted and took a flick knife out of his pocket. The other did the same and they moved within touching distance.

“Now” Erik shouted which surprised the two guys. Within a flash they’d each used a judo move and had each guy face down on the ground with a foot grinding down on the hand holding the knife and the other arm twisted behind their back. Both guys were screaming with pain.

Erik and Oskar took what looked like an insulin pen from their top pocket and injected a knockout drug that also caused loss of short-term memory so the guys wouldn’t remember what had occurred when they woke up, and more importantly, wouldn’t remember Erik and Oskar.

Erik was a James Bond fanatic as well as being an expert at making things, so had changed the glass phial of insulin for the knockout drug. It had proved to be an effective device to overcome idiots like this.

Before their attackers had passed out, they kicked them between the legs causing each of them to cry out in pain as their balls took the impact of the shoe.

“Let that be a lesson to leave others be. Not all poofs are afraid of animals like you” Oskar shouted.

Leaving the two on the ground they continued their journey.

Once inside the small two-bedroom house, which was three doors down from where Erik lived, they kissed, unfastening each other’s zipped jacket, shirt, and trousers at the same time. Slowly, articles were removed until they were down to their boxer shorts. Stiff cocks were now evident.

“Want a drink?” Oskar grinned. Erik nodded, guessing what it would be. Having folded up their clothes and placed them neatly on a chair, Oskar grabbed a bottle of rum from his dad’s drinks cupboard and poured two generous measures. They took them into the kitchen where Oskar grabbed the cookie jar from its shelf. They leant against a kitchen cabinet as they ate their cookie and sipped their drink.

They grinned at one another and felt one another’s erection inside their shorts.

“I reckon this needs attention, “Erik grinned. Oskar agreed and suggested they go upstairs to his room. The boxer shorts were hastily removed, and they collapsed onto the bed. Oskar commenced licking Erik’s nipples and clamping them between his lips to get them hard. He then slowly moved down the chest and onto the stiff cock.

“Fuck me” Erik pleaded. He was happy to oblige. He loved fucking his boyfriend. He also loved being fucked by him. He rolled him over and mounted him. His stiff cock now deep inside. Erik purred with pleasure as the hard cock fucked his arse.

***

They were in the final term of their year at college when a guy invited them to a party.

“It’ll be wild” he laughed. “Lots of booze, drugs, and sex. You up for that?”

Erik and Oskar nodded. They’d never been to a wild party before.

Bruno’s family were rich and lived in a big house in Hampstead. His parents were away which was why he held the party that weekend. As they made their way up to the house, Erik gasped. It made the houses that he and Oskar lived in look like a dolls house. They’d been told to access via the side entrance. They pressed a button on the locked gate and a moment later it opened. Bruno welcomed them barefoot at the kitchen door wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts.

“Come on in guys” he grinned and gave both of them a kiss. Oskar and Erik marvelled at the size of the kitchen, which was larger than their living room, with a large central island unit. They followed him into a spacious hallway and into a front room that appeared to be a small sitting room. “Strip down to your T-shirt and boxers and join us in the living room” he said and left them to it. Erik and Oskar looked at one another and grinned. They had no idea what lay ahead. Well, apart from drinking and sex!

Once stripped down they made their way to the living room. Bruno introduced them to the other three guys he’d invited. They were in their early twenties and if the bulge inside their boxer shorts was anything to go by, they were all well hung.

“This is Alec, Tim and Eldon.”

They all shook hands and eyed one another up. Eldon had a firm grip and his eyes sparkled as they shook hands. His parents were Jamaican and his black skin glistened. Erik and Oskar silently gasped as they looked at the enormous package inside his striped boxer shorts.

“Okay guys let’s get the party rolling” Bruno grinned. “I’ve labelled the two bedrooms you can use, otherwise keep to this room and the kitchen. Help yourselves to drink and the drugs. I’ll serve food a bit later.”

Everyone walked over to a table which was stocked with a variety of drinks, most of which were spirits.

“What’s your tipple?” Eldon grinned with a large black hand on Oskar’s butt.

“I’m not sure. This is like a fully-fledged bar.”

“In that case, go for a Vodka and tonic. That’ll quickly relax you” he grinned. “Can’t wait to fuck that cute arse of yours. You do like to be fucked?”

“Yeah, thanks” Oskar replied. His heart now thumping at the thought of having the big black cock inside him. He watched him make the drinks and then take two blue pills from a dish.

“Here, take one of these. It’ll keep you hard longer. Personally, I keep off cocaine but enjoy poppers.” He grabbed two bottles and gave one to Oskar.

The others selected their drinks and some snorted cocaine. Erik kept off the drugs but grabbed a bottle of poppers.

“Guys let’s see what these beauties have got to offer” Tim giggled as he grabbed Erik and stripped him naked with Alec’s help. Bruno and Eldon stripped Oskar and pushed him onto his knees. Bruno told him to open his mouth wide and proceeded to stuff his cock and balls inside.

After sucking just the cock for a few minutes and getting it hard, Bruno moved over to Alec since he’d been watching his boyfriend having his cock sucked by Erik.

Oskar took hold of Eldon’s semi-hard cock and proceeded to suck it and lick his balls. The big organ was soon hard, and he wanted it inside him.

“Let’s go upstairs” Eldon whispered. Oskar nodded and they left the others to it, having topped up their drinks on their way. They entered one of the bedrooms that had been labelled ‘sex room’. Eldon physically lifted Oskar onto the bed, which had already been stripped ready for action, and lifted Oskar’s feet over his head. He then proceeded to ‘eat’ the arse now on show. Oskar groaned with delight and sniffed poppers. His head was spinning and his whole body was sexually aroused. He grabbed his own hard cock and gently massaged it.

A few minutes later, Eldon lubricated his raw cock and gently pushed it into Oskar’s arse.

“Ah. Fucking awesome” Oskar cried out as the thick long cock proceeded to fuck him.

He lost all sense of time, but Eldon had been fucking the cute arse for at least twenty-minutes before he pulled out having not yet spilled his load. He grinned at Oskar and dropped his legs. Having lubricated the stiff cock, he then hovered his butt over it and proceeded to ride it. Oskar was in heaven. The sensation of the hot arse rubbing against the sensitive head of his hard cock was sending him wild. Eldon rode it for at least fifteen minutes before he allowed him to climax. When he did, his whole body jerked up and down as ribbon after ribbon of cum filled Eldon’s arse.

“Fucking hell. That was amazing.”

Eldon smiled. “Let’s go down and get more drinks. Food might be ready now as well.”

Whilst Eldon attended to the drinks, Oskar walked naked into the kitchen where he found a range of things to eat on display. He took a piece of quiche plus some sausage rolls, cherry tomatoes and crisps. When he went into the living room, he found Erik bent over the sofa being fucked by three guys. From the comments he was making, he was enjoying it.

“Ah, good. Here’s the other cutie. Come on guys, lets fuck him too” Tim laughed.

“Eating time first” Eldon told them, and they stopped fucking Erik to fetch food from the kitchen. The next half-hour was spent eating and drinking followed by snorting of coke for some of them.

“Are you okay?” Oskar asked his boyfriend.

“Yeah. Got a sore arse but it feels fucking good” he laughed before taking another bite of quiche.

The fucking saga continued after they’d eaten, with Oskar and Erik providing the arses to be fucked by the other four.

At 2 a.m. Erik whispered to Oskar, “Time to leave”. They found their T-shirts and boxer shorts from the pile in the corner and got dressed. Having thanked Bruno for a brilliant time, they made their way home. Being so late, they both had to creep upstairs so as not to disturb their respective parents.

2.

They’d now completed their college course, and both had obtained an administration job in different companies. Now they were earning money, they decided to rent a small flat together. Having found one not far away in north London and completed the necessary paperwork, they announced to their parents that they’d be moving out of their respective homes at the weekend, which was four days away.

Two mornings before Oskar was due to leave home, his dad walked unannounced into the bathroom where he was standing stark naked having just finished drying himself after his shower.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed as his dad walked right in wearing only a bathrobe.

“You’re so beautiful” his dad smiled as he gazed at his son’s naked body. “I decided I must have one last gaze at your gorgeous naked body before you leave the nest. I’ve dreamt of having beautiful sex with you ever since you were a teenager.”

Oskar was stunned and speechless. Despite his age, his father still had a slim good-looking body, but he had no idea he had sexual interest in his son.

“It’s okay, your mother has already left for work. She had to be in early today. So it’s just the two of us” he said as he caressed his son’s nakedness and took hold of the cock hanging between his legs. Despite it being his father’s hand, the organ immediately reacted and within seconds was hard. “Mm, so beautiful and such a cute arse” his dad groaned, using his other hand to finger the puckered hole. “Let’s move into your bedroom” he smiled and took hold of Oskar’s hand.

Oskar was still speechless and for some reason didn’t feel disgusted by the sexual approach of his dad. In fact, he rather liked it. His father had now discarded his robe and was leading his son stark naked with an erection bobbing up and down as they went.

Once in Oskar’s bedroom, he sat him on the end of the bed and asked him to suck his erection. Oskar duly obliged without saying a word. After a few minutes of sucking with his father’s hand caressing his head, the hard cock pulled out.

“Lay back on the bed” his dad told him.

“I never realised you were interested in men” Oskar said as he moved his body back.

His dad chuckled. “When I married your mother, I didn’t realise I was but soon afterwards knew I was more interested in men than women. I love your mother, but we no longer have sex.”

They looked at one another for a moment without saying anything. “I take it she doesn’t know.”

“No. I’m hoping you’ll keep it secret. I don’t want to upset her.”

Oskar assured him he would as he casually played with his own erection.

“Can I ride your cock?” his dad blurted out.

“Okay”

Having lubricated his son’s erection, he positioned himself over it and guided it into his arse. Once inside, he rode it up and down until Oskar had climaxed inside him. Once complete they looked at each other and smiled.

“Did you enjoy that?” Oskar grinned.

“It was beautiful.”

“Want to fuck me?”

His dad gasped. “Could I?”

“If you want” he replied and suggested he go on all fours so his dad could penetrate him from behind. He felt the stiff cock breach him and then begin to fuck. Eventually, it became vigorous until his dad had climaxed and dumped his load inside him.

***

“You’ll never believe what happened to me this morning” Oskar told Erik when they met after work to make final arrangements for the move into their rented flat.

“Fucking hell” he gasped having heard what Oskar’s dad had done. “Did you not have any inclination?”

“Nope. It came out of the blue.”

“Fuck. What was it like?”

“Good” Oskar laughed. “But not a word to anyone. Mum has no idea.

***

The next two years passed by with them living together in the rented flat. The frequency of sexual interaction together had slowed down although they frequently enjoyed having sex with other guys at parties.

Erik then met Hugo who’d joined his company. They quickly became friends and within a short time, became more than friends. Hugo was also Swedish which was what had caused the initial attraction. They both knew that they had live-in boyfriends but that didn’t stop them going to a hotel after work for sex and even spending a night together, both giving their boyfriends excuses as to why they were late home or away for the night.

They both quickly realised that fucking one another and performing numerous other sexual acts with each other was far more satisfying than with their official boyfriend. Hugo introduced Erik to a host of sexual scenarios, including tying each other up and using sex toys, and he loved it.

Oskar slowly became suspicious that Erik was cheating on him. Their relationship had changed, and he frequently had late nights, supposedly due to work, and was even away overnight, again due to work commitments. The excuses he gave were also poor and Oskar didn’t believe them.

“I’ll be back late tonight again. Another fucking staff meeting” Erik announced. Oskar knew immediately that it was not true since staff meetings would be held during the working day. He knew he needed proof before he challenged him, so he decided to leave work early and observe the building where Erik worked.

Knowing that his finishing time was 5 p.m., Oskar arrived just before and stood on the opposite side of the road using a tree to hide himself. A few minutes after five, he saw Erik appear with another guy. From the way they were behaving, it was clear that the guy was more than a fellow worker. They walked close together and at one point held hands. Oskar took photographs of them and followed, hoping that at some point the other guy would turn to show his face. He followed them for about five minutes when they stopped outside a small hotel. The guy with Erik turned for a brief moment and Oskar was able to get a shot of his face.

“Fuck, he looks gorgeous” he muttered to himself. He guessed what they’d be doing so made his way home feeling pissed off. He now had to decide how and when he challenged Erik.

By the time Oskar was ready for bed, there was no sign of Erik, so he went to bed. About half-an-hour later, he heard him open the front door and creep into the flat. He pretended to be asleep, not in the mood to challenge him now.

The following morning, Oskar woke before Erik as usual and got up. He showered and got dressed before starting to prepare breakfast. Eventually, Erik appeared in the kitchen.

“Late night?” Oskar commented as he poured cereal into bowls.

“Yeah, fucking meeting went on for ages and then a few of us decided to go to a bar for a drink. Time went by without me realising. Sorry.”

Oskar said nothing and sat down to eat his breakfast. Erik did the same and began to eat his.

“I’ve been asked to attend a conference in Birmingham on Friday. I’ll be away for two nights so travelling home on Sunday” Erik casually announced.

“Work related?” Oskar asked.

“Yeah. Bit of a pain but I’ve been asked to go” Erik added without looking at his boyfriend.

Oskar knew immediately that this was yet another poor excuse and that he was probably going away with his new lover. He decided to follow him when he left on the Friday morning.

***

Friday morning arrived and Oskar made sure he was up early to be ready to follow Erik. He showered and dressed immediately whilst Erik prepared breakfast.

“I’ll get something on the train” he announced, now fully dressed, and holding a small overnight bag.

“Okay, see you on Sunday sometime” Oskar replied.

“Yeah, see you” Erik replied and shuffled out of the flat. Oskar immediately stopped eating, grabbed his jacket, and followed Oskar, making sure that he kept well back. He knew that trains to Birmingham left from Euston, so he followed Erik onto the Northern Line to make their way to Euston. Once there, he hid behind a pillar and watched him. A few minutes later the guy he’d seen with him before appeared looking as gorgeous as ever. They hugged and kissed on the lips.

“So much for a fucking work conference” Oskar muttered to himself as he took several photographs of the couple, including some of them hugging and kissing. He then watched them walk to the platform for the Birmingham train. Satisfied that he now had sufficient evidence, he made his way to his own place of work. He arrived just in time, but he found it difficult to keep his mind on work.

“Cheer up. It can only get better” a voice said as they sat down opposite Oskar at the table to join him for lunch.

Oskar looked up to see it was Stefan who he knew was also Swedish, a year older and also gay.

“You look as if you’ve got a problem. Want to talk about it?”

Oskar liked Stefan, in fact he fancied him because he was good looking and always smartly dressed but he’d held back from making any move on him knowing he was supposed to be in a relationship with Erik.

“It might help” Stefan added and reached over to touch Oskar’s hand.

“Thanks. You’re right. I do have a problem and I’m not sure how to handle it.”

He then told Stefan about how Erik was cheating on him and how he’d followed them to a hotel and then that morning to Euston.

“He said he had to go to Birmingham for a conference to do with work.”

Stefan immediately frowned. “Where does your boyfriend work?”

“Interesting” Stefan replied after Oskar had given him the name of the company.

“Did you take any photos of them?”

Oskar said he did and got his phone out to show Stefan the photos he’d taken on both occasions.

“Fucking hell. That’s Hugo, my boyfriend. We met at college and soon became boyfriends having recognised we were gay. We were both born in England, our parents having moved from Sweden in their twenties. Hugo is a year younger than me. I had a feeling something was wrong and that he might be cheating on me. He’s had several late nights, supposedly work related and two days ago announced that he had to go to Birmingham for a work-related conference. I take it you realise what they’re up to?”

Oskar nodded. “The question is, what do we do now?”

“Are you free after work today?”

Oskar said he was, so Stefan suggested they go for a drink after work and discuss a plan of action. He’d secretly had the hots for Oskar but had never made a move, but perhaps now was his opportunity to do so.

***

“Since we’re both on our own tonight, do you fancy coming back to my place for something to eat?” Stefan asked Oskar as they made their way out of the office. “I could do with the company” he added.

Oskar immediately accepted and insisted he buy a bottle of wine on their way. It turned out that they lived about twenty-minutes from one another but the area where Stefan lived was more upmarket than where Oskar lived.

“This is a nice flat” Oskar commented as they walked in.

“My dad purchased it for me when I left home, so I own it. Hugo only pays his share of living costs. Just as well that I didn’t make him a joint owner. How about your situation?”

Oskar explained that he and Erik were joint tenants.

“Easily changed” Stefan commented.

Oskar noted that Stefan immediately removed his shoes on entering the flat which was much larger than his rented one. He followed suit and placed his shoes on the rack by the front door.

“Okay, let me show you around” Stefan smiled as he took Oskar’s hand. “This is the living room. As you see, it’s open plan with the kitchen off to one side.”

Oskar nodded, noting the modern kitchen that was considerably larger than his.

“Bathroom” Stefan said, having led him back to the hallway.

“Wet room. Nice. Much easier for cleaning” Oskar commented.

“Yeah, and it means you can shower together, and have sex” he giggled. “Not that we do now” he added.

“How long do you reckon Erik and Hugo have been seeing one another?”

“Thinking back, I reckon it could be as long as six months” Stefan replied.

Oskar nodded. He now had the same feeling.

“And this is the bedroom.”

“Very nice. And not overlooked” Oskar replied.

“Yeah, you can prance around naked and have sex without closing the curtains although residents in those flats over there would get a good view if they used binoculars” he laughed.

“Have you?” Oskar grinned.

“Fuck, yes. On many occasions. We frequently used to be naked around the flat and have sex when we felt like it but that ended around six months ago. How about you?”

“Yeah, I never mind showing off my body. I don’t care who looks” he laughed.

Stefan turned to face him. “I have a feeling we’re very much alike and enjoy the same things. Hugo and I are quite different, which sometimes is a good thing, but I much prefer being with someone who thinks like me and likes doing the same things. How about you?”

Oskar thought for a moment. Was this a come on? “Yeah, I do. Erik and I are similar in lots of ways but we each have our individuality.”

Stefan took hold of his arms and looked into his blue eyes. “How upset are you about Erik cheating on you?”

“I’m annoyed that he didn’t have the decency to tell me outright. But am I upset that he’s prepared to breakup our relationship? No, not really.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. See, I told you we were alike.”

Oskar smiled. “I’m so glad we talked. Thanks. I feel ready to move on now, whatever that may be.”

Stefan moved closer until their lips were touching. Oskar willingly moved into the kiss, and both felt a shiver of sexual excitement shoot through their body, especially the organ between their legs.

“Fancy stripping off?” Stefan grinned. “Or is it too early to go that far?” he quickly added.

Oskar laughed. “Why not. Fuck Erik.”

“And fuck Hugo” Stefan laughed as he commenced unbuttoning his shirt. Oskar did the same and removed it in unison with Stefan. With the shirts removed, they admired one another’s body. Keeping eye contact, they unfastened their trousers and removed them along with their socks. They paused for a moment looking at one another in the full-length mirror on the side wall facing the double bed. They were both wearing skimpy briefs which clearly showed off their manhood. Without saying anything, they slipped the final garment off to expose their full nakedness.

“Wow” Stefan gasped. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you” Oskar replied as they turned to face one another. Within seconds they were in a passionate embrace kissing like mad. Their now stiff cocks rubbing against one another. When the kiss ended, Stefan took hold of Oskar’s hand, turned towards the window, and held their linked arms up high.

“Hi everyone, out there. Get a good look at this” he laughed.

Oskar laughed as well. He hadn’t been so happy for a long time.

“I should tell you” Oskar said, “I’ve fancied you for a long time but didn’t think it right to say anything.”

“Me too. I’ve been on the verge of asking you out but being in a relationship with Hugo couldn’t bring myself to do so” Stefan replied. “Let’s eat, I’m starving and dying for a drink. You okay to remain naked?”

“Fuck, yes. I love showing off my body” Oskar laughed.

They walked hand in hand to the kitchen and Stefan opened the fridge to see what he had.

“Remains of a chicken risotto. There’s enough for two. That okay?”

“Perfect” Oskar replied.

“Red or white wine?” Stefan asked as he placed the risotto in the microwave.

Oskar chose red since that was his favourite, so Stefan suggested he open the bottle of Merlot he’d purchased on their way home. Whilst Stefan laid the table in the living room, Oskar poured two glasses.

“Here’s to us” Oskar grinned.

“To us and fuck Hugo and Erik” Stefan laughed.

“That’s probably what they’re doing as we speak” Oskar laughed. Stefan nodded, glad that his new friend was dealing with being cheated on so well.

When the microwave pinged, he removed the dish and took it to the table. Oskar followed with the two plates that had been warmed. Whilst Stefan divided the risotto into two portions, he topped up the glasses with more wine.

“So, what are we going to do with these two bastards?” Stefan asked as they ate.

“I think I’ll have to tell Erik that our relationship is finished which means one of us has to move out of the flat.”

“I agree but I’ve got a better idea. Would you like to move in with me? I know we’ve only just made contact as it were, but I feel we know each other having worked in the same department for two years.”

Oskar’s face lit up. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. I don’t normally ask a guy to strip naked during a first date. Well, not unless it’s purely for sex” he laughed.

“Talking of sex. Any preferences?”

“I’m versatile, if that’s what you mean, and I’m up for most things including bareback provided we test regularly.”

“Same here. In that case, I accept. Hugo can move in with Erik. He’ll have a shock because our flat is tiny in comparison with this and he’ll have to pay half the rent” Oskar laughed.

They then discussed how they’d inform their ex-boyfriends about the new plan.

“I love it” Oskar grinned and agreed Stefan’s suggestion.

“Yoghurt for dessert” Stefan announced and went to get them whilst Oskar collected the empty dishes for washing up. Whilst still in the kitchen, Stefan told him to stand facing him. He opened one of the yoghurts, which was strawberry flavour, took a spoonful and smeared it over Oskar’s cock. He then knelt in front of him to suck it. Oskar loved it and giggled.

“Mm, delicious. Now your turn.”

Oskar opened the second carton and did the same, but he spooned the yogurt over Stefan’s belly button, over his pubes as well as his semi-erect cock. He then proceeded to lick him clean before taking the cock into his mouth. Once fully erect, he stood up grinning. Stefan told him to bend over the kitchen unit by the sink in front of the window and lift one leg, so his foot rested on the surface, thus opening up his hole. He then spooned the remainder of his yoghurt over Oskar’s lower back, into the slit and over his hole whilst pulling the butt cheeks apart. He licked the yoghurt off, making sure to lick the puckered hole and stick his tongue inside the entrance. He used his stiff cock to wipe off the residue of the yoghurt from the carton. Oskar then felt the yoghurt lubricated cock breach him and commence fucking.

“Ah, fuck. That is so fucking good” he gasped.

Stefan giggled as he continued fucking and waved to an imaginary resident in the block opposite. “I bet you’ve never been fucked by a cock lubricated with strawberry yogurt before” he laughed.

“Never, but I love it. When I eat yogurt in future, I’ll remember this.”

Stefan had fucked for at least ten minutes before he shouted, “Ah, fuck. I’m coming.” Oskar then felt the body behind him jerk back and forth as each ribbon of cum filled his arse. “Fuck. That was so fucking good. Thank you.”

Stefan pulled out and Oskar turned around. “That was the best sex I’ve had for a long time. Thanks.”

“Same here. We’re going to have such a great time together” Stefan replied. He then kissed him passionately.

Oskar then looked at the remainder of his yogurt and grinned.

“Let’s go into the bedroom. I’ve got an idea. Bring the remainder of yours and I’ll bring some more.”

He grabbed a larger carton of plain yogurt and took Oskar into the bedroom. He pulled off the duvet and pillows and laid face down in the bed. “Now smother my back with yogurt and rub your body over mine before you fuck me using the yogurt as lubricant.”

“It’ll muck up the sheet” Oskar laughed.

“Fuck the sheet. It’ll wash out.”

With Stefan’s beautiful naked body on the bed, Oskar smothered his back, buttocks, and legs with both yogurts. He then mounted the naked form and rubbed himself against it. They could both feel Oskar’s stiff cock rubbing against the naked skin and into the crack. When he was ready, he then guided the cock head into the yogurt lubricated hole and pushed. It slipped in and was soon deep inside. He then used slow deep thrusts until he felt that magic moment come. He increased the pace and let his ribbons of cum fill Stefan’s gorgeous arse. Once spent, he collapsed on top of him and kissed the back of his neck.

“Fucking beautiful. Thanks.”

“Mm. Thank you. The start of a beautiful relationship, that, I’m sure.”

After cuddling and kissing some more, they got off the bed, stripped off the sheet and went to the bathroom to shower together. As they showered, they kissed again, both thinking how wonderful things had turned out. The sheet was put into the washing machine, and they walked naked to the kitchen to wash up the dishes, leaving the blind up for all to see, should they wish to, since it was now dark.

“I take it you can stay the night” Stefan said as he wiped the sink dry after finishing the dishes.

“Yeah, I’d love to” Oskar replied and put his arms around his naked body. Stefan leaned back into the hug. He’d not had one of these for a long time. He then felt a hand playing with his balls and the other grasping his cock. It felt wonderful.

With the chores complete, they sat in the living room. “Don’t think there’s anything worth watching on TV tonight, unless you like panel games.”

Oskar said he wasn’t bothered as they sat side by side on the sofa. It felt comforting for both of them, and Oskar placed his head on Stefan’s shoulder.

“We could watch porn if you like. Got loads downloaded onto my laptop. They’re all bareback.”

Oskar liked that idea, so Stefan linked the laptop to the TV and chose a selection of gay porn to play via the VLC Video player. The first was two black guys fucking a young white lad they’d picked up on the street. This was followed by a group having rough sex fucking a guy tied down on a fuck bench. Each video lasted at least thirty minutes and some a whole hour, so it was late by the time they went to bed.

3.

Oskar woke the following morning to sunshine pouring through a crack in the curtains. He knew immediately that he wasn’t at home. The bedroom in the rented flat looked out onto a brick wall, so never saw sunshine. He turned to Stefan beside him who was also just waking up.

“Morning, sleep well?”

“Yeah. Best night’s sleep I’ve had for several weeks. He no longer felt stressed about the situation with Erik. He was still angry with him, but the acceptance that their relationship was well and truly over had now sunk in. All he now had to do was handle the breakup.

“I’ve got a stiff dick down below that’s shouting for attention” Stefan laughed. Oskar immediately disappeared below the duvet and took the organ into his mouth. He could hear grunts of pleasure above him. After a few minutes of sucking, he reappeared and threw off the duvet. He turned onto his side with his back to Stefan and offered his arse. After lubricating his morning erection, Stefan plunged it deep inside. Oskar uttered a long groan of satisfaction. Several minutes later, he knew his arse was being filled with Stefan’s morning load.

“I’d like to treat you to a meal out this evening” Stefan said as they showered together. “I think we both deserve a treat and I know just where to go. Is that okay?”

Oskar accepted the invitation but having heard where they’d be going, said he needed to go home to get a change of clothes. He also needed to clear away the half-eaten breakfast he’d left so it was decided that Stefan would drive him back to his flat to do what was needed.

***

“This is very posh” Oskar whispered as they walked into the restaurant in central London. Stefan smiled and took hold of his hand.

“It’s a place I come to for special occasions, which is what this is.”

The setting was perfect as was the food and the service, especially since the waiter who served them was an especially good-looking guy. Oskar soaked up the atmosphere and was very happy. Stefan was too, since he was now with the guy, he’d fancied for such a long time.

After the meal, they visited a gay bar in Soho and ogled the young talent around them. Stefan had also persuaded Oskar to spend another night with him, so more glorious sex took place before they settled down to sleep.

***

After breakfast the following morning, Oskar returned to the rented flat to prepare himself for Erik’s return. Before leaving, he and Stefan had agreed on how they’d handle the meeting with Erik and Hugo at the bar on the Monday evening.

Erik arrived home mid-afternoon.

“Good conference?” Oskar casually asked.

“Yeah, not bad. The hotel was good.”

Yeah, I bet it was. Lots of fucking with Hugo Oskar thought to himself. “Thought we’d go out to eat tomorrow evening. I assume you’ve not got any meetings after work again.”

“Err, no” Erik replied. “That’ll be great” he added with little enthusiasm.

When it was bedtime, Oskar turned his back on him and moved to the edge of the bed. Erik did the same, thinking about the wonderful sex he’d had with Hugo and the visit to a gay club.

***

“Where are we going?” Erik asked.

“It’s a surprise” Oskar replied and continued walking. Eventually, they reached the bar that Stefan had suggested for the showdown and Oskar marched in with Erik following. Stefan had agreed that he’d arrive at the bar before him, so once inside he made his way to the table where Stefan and Hugo were sitting.

“What the fuck?” Erik exclaimed as he saw Hugo.

“What’s going on?” Hugo asked Stefan.

“Hi guys, come and join us” Stefan smiled, ignoring the question.

“Erik, I believe you know Hugo” Oskar stated as he sat down.

He didn’t reply, sitting down opposite the guy who’d been fucking his arse most of the weekend just gone. Stefan asked what drinks they’d like as a waiter arrived to take their order. Oskar chose a white wine and Erik a beer, as usual.

“Okay, let’s get down to why we’re here” Stefan smiled. “It seems you two guys have been secretly meeting each other, and we assume that was for sex.”

“What makes you say that” Hugo asked, trying to brazen it out. Erik said nothing and kept his eyes to the ground.

“Perhaps you’d like to see these photos” Oskar smiled as he showed each incriminating photo on his phone.

“Fuck. Have you been following us?” Erik gasped.

“He needed proof before challenging you, didn’t he?” Stefan replied.

“I’m so sorry, Oskar” Erik replied tearfully. “It just happened.”

Hugo nearly choked. “I seem to remember you were well up for it” he shot back. “And how do you guys know one another?” he added, looking at Stefan.

“We work in the same department, albeit in different sections, so hardly knew one another until your underhand actions brought us together.”

“So what now?” Hugo asked.

“I want you out of my flat by no later than first thing on Saturday morning.”

“And I’ll be vacating our rented flat within the same timescale, so you’ll be responsible for the full rent” Oskar told Erik.

Hugo said nothing and stood up. Leaving his partly drunk beer on the table, he walked out. Erik quickly followed him, leaving his undrunk beer as well.

“That went well” Stefan grinned after they’d both disappeared.

“Do you reckon Hugo will move out as told?” Oskar asked.

“He’ll go alright because he knows if he doesn’t, his belongings will be dumped onto the front step.”

Oskar thought for a moment. He never liked unpleasantness, especially a breakup. He’d known Erik intimately for as long as he could remember and hoped they could still stay friends, albeit not in a relationship.

“Are you still okay about moving in with me?” Stefan asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, definitely, if the offer is still on.”

Stefan reached across the table and held his hand. “Of course it’s still on. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Oskar smiled and nodded.

“I’ll let you know as soon as he’s gone and fetch you in the car to collect your things” Stefan added. “I’m starving. How about a Chinese? Noticed one just down the street.”

Oskar said he loved Chinese food, so they drank up and made their way down the road. After a lovely meal, they returned to their respective homes. When Oskar walked into the flat, he realised that Erik was sitting in the living room crying. He sat beside him and held him in his arms.

“The bastard has dumped me” he cried. “Seems all he wanted from me was sex. Now we’ve been found out, he’s no longer interested.”

“I’m sorry, Erik. If you’d only been honest and said you’d met someone, we could have talked about it and perhaps had threesomes.”

“I’ve totally fucked up, haven’t I.”

“I’m afraid so. I think it best we both move on but I’m happy to remain friends.”

Erik seemed happy to hear that but said he’d not be able to pay the full rental charge on the flat, so he’d have to find a smaller place such as a bedsit. Oskar agreed to visit the agent with him the following day and explain that they were separating, and that Erik wanted cheaper accommodation.

Before he went to bed, he received a text from Stefan. “Hugo has announced that he’s moving out first thing on Wednesday. Suggest I drive over to you after work to collect your stuff if that’s okay.”

Oskar replied saying that was perfect and he’d be ready. He told Erik who was far from happy to hear that he was losing his boyfriend so soon, but he knew in his heart that it was his fault.

***

Oskar called the agent the next day and arranged for him and Erik to see him after work that evening. The agent was very understanding and said he could certainly offer Erik a bedsit in another property not that far away. They signed the necessary paperwork and arranged to pay the notice period payment on the rented flat.

Once home, they both set to and packed their belongings, deciding which items were considered to be theirs in addition to their clothes and personal items. The flat had come furnished so it was only photos and the odd picture and ornament that they’d received as presents from family and friends. By bedtime, they each had a packed holdall and a cardboard box. Erik had arranged to visit two bedsits after work the following day that the agent had offered. Once he’d decided which to opt for, he’d move out of the flat. He didn’t feel he could stay there for longer than necessary without Oskar.

The following morning seemed strange to Oskar knowing it was the last time he’d be preparing breakfast for himself and Erik. Before leaving for work, they hugged and wished each other a happy future, knowing that they’d not see one another again for a while, if at all. Oskar arrived at work feeling much happier. When he saw Stefan, he smiled and secretly blew him a kiss hoping that nobody saw. They’d decided to keep their relationship quiet for the time being but knew it would eventually come out.

***

“I’ve brought the car with me today” Stefan announced at lunchtime whilst eating together. “Hugo left this morning bright and early. He’s bunking up with a friend until he finds a permanent place.”

Oskar told him about Hugo dumping Erik who was upset. Stefan chuckled. “That’s Hugo for you. Everything has to be as he wants, and nothing must upset that. When it does, he goes off in a huff.”

The afternoon seemed to drag by whilst Oskar attempted to concentrate on his work, but eventually it was time to leave. Several members of their department saw them leave together so he expected the ‘grapevine’ to be busy.

With everything packed, it only took a few minutes to collect his things and pack them into Stefan’s electric car which was a smart red Tesla Model 3. Ten minutes later they were unpacking them at his flat and settling in.

“Thought we might order a pizza tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

Oskar said that was fine and they selected one that they both liked.

“The young lad who delivers here is rather cute. I’m sure he’s gay because he always gives me, the eye whenever he comes. If we’re his last delivery, I thought we’d invite him in for a drink and see how things progress. Are you up for a threesome if he’s willing?”

“Yeah, I’m always up for threesomes or more” Oskar laughed. Stefan pulled him into a hug.

“We’re going to be so good together. I do hope you’ll be happy here.”

Oskar said he certainly would. How could he not? He’d be living with a stunning sexy guy who had money and was living in an equally stunning flat.

***

“That’ll be Jason with our pizza” Stefan grinned. They’d both changed into boxer shorts with nothing else, so they were both naked to the waist. He opened the door and found the cute lad standing there.

“Hi” Jason grinned as his eyes stared at the bulge showing inside Stefan’s boxer shorts.

“Are we your last delivery?”

“Yeah, that’s the lot” Jason grinned.

“Fancy coming in for a drink?”

Jason’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, love to.”

After removing his shoes, Stefan took him into the living room and introduced Oskar. Jason’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the sexy guy with an equally big cock hidden beneath his boxer shorts.

“Hi, come on in and join us for a drink” he grinned. “But let’s first make you more comfortable. Oskar helped him remove his jacket, which had the name of the delivery service emblazoned on the back, and then his T-shirt. The guy looked very young, but they knew he must be at least sixteen because he used a moped for his deliveries.

“Shall I take these off as well?” Jason grinned, indicating his jeans.

“Yeah, why not” Stefan replied so Oskar helped him remove those too. He was now stripped down to a pair of sexy briefs.

“You feel okay like that?” Stefan asked.

“Yeah, brilliant” Jason laughed. “Could I use the bathroom first?”

Stefan said he could and was welcome to have a shower if he wanted. Jason said he would like one so was given a clean towel.

“He’s really cute” Oskar commented when Stefan returned.

Stefan explained that he’d been born in Mauritius and brought to the UK when he was two years old. When he was fifteen, his father caught him watching gay porn and threw him out of the house having found out his son was gay. Jason travelled to London from Leicester and got the job as a delivery boy but couldn’t afford accommodation. He therefore paid to use a homeless shelter each night to sleep in but life there was rough.

A few minutes later, Jason returned to the living room naked carrying his underwear. He tossed the briefs onto his pile of clothes and grinned.

“I think we should join him, don’t you?” Stefan grinned, so both he and Oskar removed their boxer shorts.

“Fuck. You guys are big. Fucking beautiful” Jason gasped.

“Have you eaten?” Stefan asked him. He said he hadn’t so the pizza was divided into three. They sat side by side on the sofa enjoying their food and the glass of wine Stefan had provided.

After they’d finished eating and watched Jason scoff down his portion of pizza having not eaten all day, Stefan poured three shots of tequila and then refilled them when those had been downed in one go. He then prepared three vodka and tonics.

Jason was now getting very merry, and his hands were already wandering onto the naked cocks either side of him. Oskar decided to make his move and held the young lad’s cock which was now hard.

“Let’s go into the bedroom” Stefan grinned. Jason’s eyes lit up hoping that meant what he thought.

The other two led his unsteady body into the bedroom and got him to go on all fours with his legs wide apart to expose his cute, puckered hole.

“You ready to be fucked?” Stefan asked Jason.

“Yeah” he giggled.

Stefan grinned at Oskar as he lubricated his now hard cock and guided it into the young arse. It slipped in with ease and he continued to fuck it until he’d shot his load of cum. Oskar prepared his erection in readiness and once Stefan had pulled out, he plunged his in. Several minutes later, he too had dumped his load of cum into Jason’s arse.

“Who’s up for broadcasting ourselves on a live gay porn site?” Stefan grinned.

Neither Oskar nor Jason had shown their nakedness on the worldwide web before, so readily agreed. Whilst Stefan set up the camera on a tripod at the end of the bed and connected it to his laptop, Oskar prepared three more vodka and tonics plus three more shots.

Having adjusted the camera to get the three guys into shot and logged on to the live gay streaming platform Stefan used, they viewed themselves on the large TV Screen that was on the wall at the end of the bed. He also used a VPN to hide his IP address.

They’d positioned Jason kneeling with his back to the camera so as to show his arse as he sucked the other two cocks in sequence. Having received several comments from guys watching their feed and asking for them to fuck the younger guy, they repositioned themselves so that Jason was now kneeling side on to the camera sucking Oskar’s cock whilst Stefan fucked his arse. This produced a load of comments and lots of tips.

After he’d shot his load over Jason’s hole for the viewers to see, Oskar took over and did the same. Their final performance was for Stefan to suck Jason’s cock until he’d shot his load over his chest.

With everything shut down and put away, they settled down to sleep. It had been decided that Jason was in no state to go to the shelter that night, so they settled down in the king size bed with him in the middle. When they woke in the morning, he received two more loads of cum from Stefan and Oskar’s morning erection.

Jason became a weekly visitor plus a pizza, and they enjoyed sex with one another and often streamed themselves having sex online again. He stayed over each night and left the following morning with money in his pocket that Stefan had given him.

Oskar and Erik remained friends and on occasions the three of them met up for a meal out, but sex never took place between them. He was still living alone in his bedsit. He still loved Oskar and couldn’t settle down with another guy, although he’d met several along the way for sex. He couldn’t forgive himself for his secret relationship with Hugo and causing the breakup.

*****

Bowser sat outside of the ramshackle house on top of the steep hill for almost three days now. He had seen some of everybody going in and out in that time. From the most respected of businessmen and councilmen to some of the shadiest of characters there are. On a couple of occasions, Bowser almost blew his cover because some of the scum crawling out had some high bounties on their head. But it was the man that lived inside the house that Bowser wanted first.

“Terrence Dubois,” the fifty-six-year-old Bowser groaned, stretching his long legs in classic oversized Cadillac.

Dubois had a bounty on his head. He was also the most accessible out of the bunch until Bowser got his hands on the big boy of the West Coast: Samuel “Preacher” Johnson.

Dubois wasn’t a bad start. His bounty was $50k. Dubois had made a long career out of eluding the police. He started out as a small-town drug dealer in Stockton before raising the stakes with his four-man cartel in the suburbs of Oakland. Oakland was in the middle of a turf war, and Dubois loss three of his men there. With his tail tucked between his legs, Dubois relocated to San Diego where he built another empire from scratch. And when Five-O got a whiff of his funky scent, Dubois fled to Mexico where he learned he couldn’t cut the mustard. He chose to crawl back and lay low back here in the States, in the Midwest trying to go straight. That was short-lived, too. So he made a triumphant returned within the last several months, running a house of ill-repute in the crime-infested neighborhood near Elysian Park.

Bowser emerged from the Cadillac looking like an old-school player shortly after midnight, scratching idly at his lean belly and took one last puff of his cigarette. Before taking the assignment, the skinny fifty-six-year-old could proudly boast he hadn’t touched a cancer stick in well over three years. But this was the only thing he could do to take the edge off right now other than whacking off right there in the middle of the street.

“I guess this motherfucker is going to make me come in and get him,” Bowser complained, looking up at the exceedingly long staircase.

He meticulously gauged the flow of traffic over the past three days around the tumbledown, learning that around midnight was the slowest. In a neighborhood that remained mildly teeming with drug dealers and other kinds of street vendors roaming about.

Before Bowser could put his fist to the door, one of the pallid boys working at the house answered the door. He looked legal, Dubois gauged. He was a little on the scrawny side as if sexing for pay wasn’t his only pastime. The boy stuck his tongue in his rosy cheek and said, “Dicks gets discounts” referring to cops.

“I’m not a dick.” Bowser clarified, playing with his soft bulge.

“Suit yourself, mister.” Rosy-Cheek Boy walked off as if he wanted Bowser to pursue him.

Bowser obliged as he followed him through the house and into a bedroom where his grand prizes sat up in a bed surrounded by piles of money in his boxers.

Going by the file Bowser had on Dubois, he was twenty-two and five-nine.

“Hey, Terrence, I brought my customer back.”

“I’m not your customer, kid.” Bowser corrected him.

Dubois fanned the rosy-cheeked boy away.

“I have more of a stable downstairs if you don’t want that fucking nancy. Pick one out and bring him back up here to pay on your way out.”

“I’m not here to take a swim in your supply.”

“How can I help you then?”

“I hear you’re doing some good business, man. I want in.”

Dubois gazed at Bowser. He thought Bowser was either a cop or some crazy motherfucker that kept his ear to the street.

“Sorry, old man. I don’t divvy up my bread with no man.” Dubois smirked.

Bowser reached for his back waist and pulled out his handcuffs. “Well, I guess I have to go back to my old job of bounty hunting then.”

Dubois glanced over at the burglar bars on his window and reached for the gun behind his pillow.

“You moved it, remember?” Bowser noted.

Bowser walked backwards towards the dresser and pulled out a revolver from one of the drawers. Though the house sat atop a hill, the window had no curtains and Bowser had some sharp eyes so he could see some of what was going on inside.

Dubois slowly got up from the bed, putting his hands in the air as if he was about to surrender. Bowser thought better that he was going to give up so easily, and sure enough the bastard dashed for the door. Dubois in his haste slipped face first onto the hardwood floor. Bowser got on top of him and cuffed him, wiping out the paperwork for his re-arrest tossing in on the floor.

“I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Too late,” Bowser growled, picking the man up with one hand and tossing him on the pile of money on the bed. “I don’t divvy up my bread either.”

Bowser glanced over at the bed where Dubois was laid out. He could clearly see that his dick was trying to burst through the slit of his boxers.

“Well, there is a way we can work things out.” Bowser said walking over to Dubois.

“What are you doing man?” Dubois fought to get upright before falling back into the bed.

Bowser answered by reaching into the slit of Dubois’ boxers and grabbing hold of his hardened dick.

“This great big dick of mine is right for poking, man.” Dubois sold himself. “I can wear that sweet mouth or that sweet ass. I bet back in your heyday you had a good bit of both.”

Dubois chuckled. Bowser stroked the piece of manhood in his hand, grinning back.

Bowser cooed. “Great mind things alike. I was thinking the same thing. You have some sexy-ass lips and a nice fat juicy booty. When was the last time you had that junk of yours crammed by an overstuffed dick?”

“Hey, man, what do you mean by that?” Dubois got nervous.

“You’re a smart cookie, Terrance. You can figure it out.” Bowser closed the door and locked it, unzipping his pants with one hand and letting them drop to his ankles to reveal his magnum as he often ventured the world commando style. “Better yet, ask which one of us isn’t in handcuffs?”

With the revolver still in his hand, Bowser removed his pants from his ankles and his shirt and jacket from his sinewy body.

“Hey, man,” Dubois grinned. “I can take care of that personally, no problem. But you got to promise to free me afterwards.”

“And what’s in it for me?” Bowser inquired.

“Eight stacks, which is everything on the bed–everything I got in the house right now.” Dubois proposed.

Bowser nodded, placing the revolver on the windowsill and tossing Dubois on the bed. “Don’t try anything stupid. If you do, I will fuck you up.”

Completely nude, Bowser turned Dubois around and climbed on top of him feeding him his dick. Bowser was delighted with Dubois. He felt wonderful, Bowser thought, positioning himself to hump his face.

The way Dubois was able to handle him down to the hilt like that the boy was no amateur. Dubois probably built his empire giving blowjobs rather than slinging dope or pimping, which he boasted his reputation on.

“Damn! Your mouth feels like some fresh wet cunt.” Bowser barked to Dubois in disgust.

After a decent ten minutes of fucking his face, Bowser pulled out and wielded his load over the handsome young face.

“Four thousand,” Dubois negotiated, spitting the cum that landed on his face.

“Here comes the full eight then.” Bowser said flipping Dubois onto his stomach.

Bowser pulled Dubois’ boxers off his ass and began to massage the mounds trying to stuff his meaty fingers in his mouth.

“Don’t warm me up. There are some condoms and lube in the top dresser drawers.”

Bowser offered nothing. He walked over to the dresser, put on a lubed condom and slathered on some more lube.

“Not bad for an old man.” Bower said catching the twenty-two-year-old boy looking back at him.

Bowser wetted his lips and slowly walked over to Dubois climbing on top of him, rubbing the sheathed tip against his puckered hole.

“Shit!” Dubois cried as Bowser prodded him with half his portly length.

“Big boys don’t cry, do they?” Bowser teased and then grunted as he pushed hard until bush and balls were crushed deep into Dubois’ crack.

His hole was tight, but Bowser soon worked it into a welcoming gap that gave up its walls. That didn’t stop Dubois from pretending to protest, lifting his ass and pushing it back against him cursing up a storm against the squeaky bed.

Young stuff, Bowser thought. Can take dick for days!

Bowser fucked him long and strong, listening to Dubois give him as his bony thighs slapped the bubbly ass. Bowser didn’t concern himself if Dubois came or not as he shot his load and filled the tip of the condom. Bowser collapsed on top of him, pulling out as his dick softened in his ass.

When Bowser was finished, he politely covered Dubois ass with his boxers as he got dressed. Afterwards, he counted all the money and found out that it was a little more than Dubois let on.

“You lied.” Bowser informed him, standing Dubois up, tossing every dollar bill he could find into a pillowcase and leading him out of the room.

“What I lie about?”

“You were two stacks short of a pipedream.”

Dubois pleaded with Bowser all the way out the house, telling the world that he was being taken advantage of by this old man.

When Bowser got Dubois in the back of his Cadillac and got into the driver’s seat, Bowser reached back, squeezing the hardened nub that still existed between Dubois’ legs, and said, “Get comfortable, old boy, we got a long ride ahead of us!”

Someone once said that in order to be the most bangin’ top that sometimes it’s necessary for that top to toot that root and take some dick every once in awhile. So last week I thought I would test out that theory for the first time with a dude named Ernesto I had been chatting with for the past couple of months. Like I already mentioned, I first started talking to this dude online, but not for some sex or anything like that. Rather, I was getting some info from someone who lived down in Puerto Rico that could give me and my boys some lines to some of the hottest spots down there for the Memorial Day weekend. Especially with the hotels since I heard that a whole bunch of them were shitty. He agreed, specifically those in our price range, and proceeded to invite me and the fellas to crash with him for the weekend. Now I’m not the type to simply say okay. I was more than skeptical about accepting that kind of invitation from a complete stranger, not knowing his full intentions. But after he assured me that he wasn’t expecting anything in return and that he simply preferred the company, I agreed, based on the fact that I was going with my boys and we had a backup reservation if the shit hit the fan.

Once we got down there, Ernesto picked us up from the airport and gave us a quick tour of San Juan before taking us to his two-bedroom house about a mile away from the ocean. I can’t lie, Ernesto wasn’t the most handsomest older papi any of us laid eyes on with his black hair and beard sprinkled with gray and his goatee the color of a dingy white, but being that he was the embodiment of strong and manly with his sizable thick muscular frame more than compensated for his unusually small beady eyes. (The very thing, in my book, that really messed up his looks.) Anyway, our long weekend there wasn’t bad. Ernesto cooked for us every day, whether we were there to eat or not, and even let us borrow his second car to hit a few late nightspots along the way.

On our last night there, out of a show of respect, me and the fellas treated Ernesto out to one of his favorite restaurants to show our appreciation. Dinner went without a hitch, though we all agreed that his cooking was far better. What I saw at the time (but didn’t at the same time) was my boy Petey kind of flirting with Ernesto. The reason I didn’t put two and two together at the time was because Petey only went after pas that were on the verge of collecting his pension or just filed for Social Security. And, though, Ernesto spotted us a good twenty years or more, I knew for certain he wasn’t old enough to call it quits for retirement. When we got back to the house, everybody had gone to bed except for me, who was taking a shower. I had just got out of the shower with nothing more than my boxers on when I passed Ernesto’s room, where through the crack of the door, I saw him standing naked. I had been starting to get sleepy from all that partying, but my eyes perked up then and there. Man, Ernesto had some dick! I mean, his dick was enormously fat and juicy (made me instantly think of a joke that his dick was so thick because it was water-logged by all those drooling cocksuckers) wrapped neatly in an overstuffed coffee-colored foreskin. For me to pay attention to some dick was saying something. Considering for the most part, I was mostly a booty man, and the fact that in my ‘hood I was noted to have one of the biggest pieces around to ever pay any mind to competitors. But even I had to admit that older Puerto Rican papi had something more to offer, and my boy Petey on his knees in front of him agreed, giving that big monster some fiery head. What amazed me, though, in watching this was that Petey nursed his entire length to the hilt and worked it over a good long while before Ernesto told him he was about to cum, giving Petey the opportunity to pull away.

“I’m about to cum,” Ernesto said in a loud whisper.

Still, Petey hadn’t moved an inch, sucking the nectar out of it like his life depended on it. And with one big grunt, Ernesto pulled off of Petey and shot his load which flew magically into Petey’s open mouth. After the bulk of it was spilled, Petey got back on that dick and started to let it just rest in his mouth.

Before I could get caught watching all of this, me and my dick went back over to the sleeping bag and jacked off thinking about that dick.

The next morning, Ernesto took us back to the airport. Still, though, the days that followed, my mind was on that dick. At first, I was thinking about putting it in my mouth, and sucking it bone dry. Then, I started thinking about what it would feel like to get fucked by it, which was totally unusual for me since nobody had ever had the opportunity to turn me out. But the more I thought about that smooth fleshy dick, the more I jacked off and the more I jacked off the more I thought about that dick in me. So, I innocently started rubbing the spot just between my hole and dick before rubbing my hole and then fully fingering it.

Of course, all of this is going on all the while I was still having online conversations with Ernesto. He was constantly talking about all the fun he had while we were down there, and that he hoped that we returned soon. I agreed to try to make it happen, at least for next year since the bulk of us worked on a limited income. It wasn’t like we could fly down to Puerto Rico anytime.

Then, one Friday, I was on my way home from work when I got a phone call. Like any other Friday, I expected to be one of my friends telling me what time I should be ready to head out to the club, but on the caller id it was an unknown named followed by an unrecognizable area code.

“Hello,” I answered.

“You would never guess where I am?” A voice with a heavy accent said.

“Who is this?”

“Maybe I should have type it to you,” he said. “Who the fuck do you think it is?”

In how he said it, I knew it was Ernesto. “Where are you?”

“In Charlotte, at the airport,” he said.

After I asked a thousand and one questions about him being in town, he told me that he came to town briefly for work and was at the airport hoping to exchange his ticket for the following Monday to get some sightseeing in. He also said if I wasn’t busy for the weekend maybe he could get another look at me.

I said sure.

I invited him to crash with me and even offered to pick him up at the airport if he was able to exchange his ticket for a later date. After an hour, he said he did, and I was out at the airport picking him up.

On my way to picking him up, I found myself getting excited. Shit, my dick was hard, and my ass was wet and pulsating. I had to keep reminding myself he probably wasn’t feeling me like that after having sampled my boy.

“’sup,” I said, popping open the door for him and the trunk so he can throw his luggage in the back.

He got in after putting his luggage away, telling me he really appreciated me picking him up. Though, putting him up wasn’t necessary, telling me he didn’t want to put me out. I unintentionally told him if he didn’t mind sharing a king-size bed with me that we were good. He laughed nervously as we headed back to the apartment.

Once we got there, the first thing he wanted to do was lay down and get some sleep. He said he was tired, so I let him sleep, and got a quick nap on the sofa (nice for napping, but not idea for sleeping.) I woke up first, playing video games for about an hour before he woke up, and told me he thought it would be best for him to stay at a hotel.

“Why? The bed don’t sleep comfortably?” I asked.

“No,” he said, turning his head away from me, and mumbled “temptation.”

“Temptation?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I kinda sort of have a thing for you.”

“Really,” I smiled.

“Yeah, but your friend Petey told me that you were a strict top…and I’m a strict top, so I didn’t see how that was going to work.” Ernesto pointed out, and then telling me how Petey had sucked him off, and his no-secrets confession to me.

“I know about it.” I admitted.

“He told you?”

“Nah,” I said. “I saw the two of you. And ever since then, I’ve been thinking about you and your piece.”

I then went on to tell him I wasn’t a strict top by choice. Instead, it was because I never met anyone man enough or caring enough who I wanted on my back. He laughed; he said he became a celebrity top after spending his younger years bottoming for the beautiful tops in his native Puerto Rico. After he mastered the art of taking dick, knowing what he liked and didn’t, he thought he would treat others to the same pleasures he had experienced for years.

“So would you consider it?” Ernesto and his eager smirk inquired.

“What?” I said with my mind on something else.

“Taking my cock,” he said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his shorts.

My mouth dropped.

“What? It ain’t like you ain’t never seen it before.” He chuckled.

I turned away as to not to stare at the very piece of meat that had been dancing on my mind for weeks. “I don’t know.”

“Why not?”

“The problem is I’m a virgin back there. And I don’t think I can take something that big in me.”

“I’m big???” He said without laughter as if this was the first time he had ever heard it.

“Yeah, you,” I ranted.

He smiled. I don’t know whether he was pulling my leg or whether he was enjoying the compliment. Usually, whenever someone ask me how big I am, I tell them I haven’t had any complaints, which was true.

“I can start you off with a pinky finger….” Ernesto said, trailing off into a story of his first time, taking a sizable dick without any lube except for the spit his suitor left in his crack. He cried that it hurt like hell the first time and vowed never to do it again. But after a couple of days, he was all but ‘hopping on the broomstick.’ Later, that same year, Ernesto was introduced to oral sex after one of his many suitors complained he was tired of coming up with excuses to give his family of why he always returned home hot and sweaty. (To avoid the slums, he said, most families (his included) stayed in the same house). When Ernesto gave in and tried this, then he had to explain to his family why there were dried white ropes streaked across his face. The whorish ones in the family understood, he laughed. The rest were still clueless, even to this day believing that he messed around in spider webs.

It became obvious Ernesto was trying to arouse me just to put me at ease. That he knew what it was like to be on the other end of the stick (pun intended). And to some degree it worked, getting me to look at all that flesh that made up his massive girth.

“What more can I say except that we can start by me giving you a blowjob? That way I can at least thank you for letting me crash at your place.”

I laughed.

“What about this?” I said, getting up off the sofa and walking over to grab his dick. “How about I give it a blow and see where it goes from there.”

At that time, I hadn’t made up my mind on how far I would go, yet, I was more than happy to hold his silky dick in my hand.  

“I can’t promise you you won’t become addicted,” Ernesto smiled just before I got on my knees in front of him.

His dick was nice and beautiful up close, given the foreskin still covered a nice bit of his erection. But the surprise was pulling out his balls that were still in his shorts. Not only were those suckers long but they were big and heavy.

“Shit.” I said, playing with his balls.

Without saying another word, I stuck my tongue out the head, fooling around with the piss slit.  I licked the piss slit and under the head and eventually up and down the entire length like it was my favorite popsicle stick.

“You’re sure you’re not experience?” Ernesto encouraged, and then adding after awhile. “Now that I know you can lick, what about some sucking?”

I was a little nervous about putting it in my mouth, fearing once he got it in there he might decide to choke the living daylights out of me. But I got around to taking him anyway, nursing the head of his dick in my mouth before daring to suck him off like I saw Petey do that night in Puerto Rico.

“Damn,” Ernesto panted. His broad brown chest was heaving; he had lifted up his shirt to tug on his left nipple. “Shit, if you don’t stop…”

I didn’t. I wanted to see what would happened if I didn’t, and when I kept on going at it with a nice little rhythm, I eventually tapped out the salty precum.

“My turn,” I said after taking a long slurp of his dick and getting off my knees and into my bedroom.

It was in there I took off my clothes and got on the bed.

Ernesto followed, taking off his clothes to show me his great dick still standing at attention. But instead of just going ahead and giving me some head, he climbed on the bed and mounted my face. Once he felt comfortable about laying over me without losing his grip, he started sucking me off. When I was too far gone in getting my dick sucked, he stuck his finger in his mouth to get it wet and then went back to sucking me. About a second later, I felt him sticking his finger up in me, pulling it in and out so quickly I didn’t have much time to complain.

Then, with my dick in my mouth, he spun himself over to the edge of the bed, sucking me off and then pulled off my dick just to slowly lick from the tip of my dick right down to the hairs covering my asshole. His tongue was feeling so good down there I almost pulled his head into my hole.

“Aw, shit that feels good,” I groaned.

He laughed, lifting my legs around his shoulders and tweaking my nipples.

I moaned like a mofo, listening to him tell the room he knew my nipples were sensitive. “Oh, fuck me,” rolled off my tongue.

He laughed some more. I figured he was use to that kind of reaction as he kept on tonguing my hole and having me twitch every which way but loose. Man, I was in the zone, throwing my ass in his face to get some more crack time.

“Shit,” I panted, “if I let you fuck me will it feel this good?”

“Yeah…but it is going to hurt before it feels like this though. But I promise to go slow and deep with ya.”

“Cool,” I said.

Like a bolt of lighting, I thought about all the dudes I fucked over the years from the ‘I can’t take it’ to the ‘Fuck me harder, Pa’ and how each one took my dick with the going slogan of my fucks being “It hurt real good.”

By the time I got my bearings, Ernesto was behind me slapping on a black condom and some lube from my nightstand and I was lying on my side. He lifted my cheek and playfully rubbed my opening before my puckered hole opened just enough to take in the pressed tip of the condom. From there, he started to push in. Because I was new at this, it seemed like forever trying to get his dick inside me. Once he got it in me though, I felt so full and the heat behind his pipe (once I got comfortable with it inside me) made feel like a million bucks. True to his word, once he got in me he took his time delivering me slow and deep thrusts.

We went for being on our sides to him getting at me doggie style. Where I didn’t feel the pain before, I felt it then with his entire unadulterated length in me. But at the same time, I was feeling quite lovely especially after he picked up the pace, forgetting at times he was in the middle of popping my cherry.

“Yo fuck me harder, Pa.” I requested.

“On your back,” he said, maneuvering me on my back with my legs wrapped around his waist.

On my back, his strokes became harder and deeper without loosing the sensitivity of the slow thrust and I had a chance to grab my own dick.

We fucked like this for awhile, and surprisingly I found I was enjoying the hell out of every minute of it, eventually getting enough nerve to throw my ass back into him. And before he even warned me about coming, I felt his dick swell up inside me as he started to fuck me harder to the point sweat was flying off his thick hairy body like a torrential downpour.

“I’m about to bust this nut,” he grunted and warned. “I’m about to bust this nut.”

But instead of him coming, I beat him to the punch with my nut spraying all over our torsos. This was all he needed because he gave one more powerful grunt, and I felt his hot juices load up in my ass before he finally collapsed.

When I woke up later that night, Ernesto was already awake playing with his new stiff dick. He told me that in order for me to be the most bangin’ top that sometimes it’s necessary for me to toot up my ass and take some dick every once in awhile. And though I already had one lesson in a few hours earlier, Ernesto told me I was more than ready for the next lesson, as I naturally climbed on top of him and rode him like the rodeo for about an hour, milking out our second loads

While I am still a booty man for the most part, I know now if I truly appreciate the booty that feels so good to this dick that I sometimes I have toot up my booty to make another dick feel good too—a show of respect to the game.

[𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌, 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.]

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥-𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺…

Ari idled at his locker, taking advantage of the partial privacy its narrow walls provided. His metal cabinet was virtually identical to those surrounding it, say for a few photos and a questionably appropriate firefighter-themed calendar. Despite its size, the locker provided Ari refuge from the threat of social vulnerability.

The boy wasn’t inherently noticeable. He was slightly smaller than average and on the leaner side of athletic. When next to Thomas, the contrast between their physiques was obvious. But Ari worked hard to maintain a proportional middle ground. No matter how constant or intentional his efforts were to fade into the background, he was still an openly gay Jewish kid in a conservative high school. 

From his pocket of privacy, Ari listened to the melody of his peers. The rolls and ruff of slamming lockers. The pizzicato of sneakers struck against the tile floor. He listened as the performers shuffled to their last class of the day, each playing a part in their transient-transit rhapsody. Ari flipped through a novel, tuning out all those beyond the walls of his makeshift cubicle. 

Unlike most of those around him, he was free during the last period of every day. It had become a kind of ritual for the high school Junior. While Thomas no doubt toiled away, tortured by horrible visions of precalculus and trigonometry, Ari spent time with Miller, Salenger, and on the rare occasion Dickens. This week he had been getting to know Burnett, whom Ari found a surprising departure from his normal company. He pulled a pencil from his pocket, underlining part of the passage…

“…Everything’s a story. You are a story – I am a story…” 

…Sadly, Ari couldn’t spend the full period with Burnett. 

He got why Thomas thought the book thing was sad, but Ari was content hanging with his novels. While teams and clubs were complicated, books were not. Still, Thomas had been excited when Ari expressed interest in the wrestling team, and a bigger friend group could be nice. It was more of a passing thought in the younger boy’s mind, but Thomas had been so into the idea that it was hard for Ari not to catch his excitement. The older boy had even gone out of his way to set up a meeting between Ari and Coach Henry. This meeting, the reason for Ari’s shortened reading time, was set for 2:30 in the coach’s office. A digital chime broke the silence of the now-empty hall, marking the end of the passing period. This gave Ari and Burnett 15 more minutes of quality time alone, and the boy intended to use every moment he got.

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“Hey, slut.” The voice came from above. Ari swung around, confronted by the tapered V of a zip-up jacket. The boy jerked his head again, this time up towards the large jock looming over him.

Ari’s response was reflexive, his voice full of angst. “𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦.” He tried stepping back, prompting the taller figure to step even closer. Ari was practically standing in his locker, yet the space in front of them only seem to be shrinking.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you fag.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. The jock glanced over to the locker door, chuckling at the shirtless men humpingfire hydrants above the April calendar.

“Uh, hey, mA-Max.” Despite his cracking voice, Ari was more annoyed than afraid. “I’d love to talk, but I’m actually a little bu-”

“Whatcha reading?” Max grabbed the book out of Ari’s hands, clearly uninterested in whatever the boy was stammering about.

“Hey! Give that ba-“

“The fuck is this fruity shit!?” This time Max’s laugh was full-on cackling. Ari went for his book, only for Max to raise it further out of reach. “I was just gonna mock you for reading alone like a fucking loser…” Ari reached up to grab Max’s arm but found his hand blocked and pinned to the top of the locker. “… But you’re really standing out here reading a book called ‘A Little Princess?’ You’ve out-fagged yourself!’”

Ari’s brain was on autopilot, trying to find the easiest way out of the situation while keeping his book and self unharmed. “Dude, it’s a classic English children’s novel exploring gender ine-“

“wAIT, ITS A KIDS BOOK!?!? HA-HA OH MY GOD!!!” At this point, Ari was worried that Max’s laughing might warrant a noise complaint. Ari also didn’t understand how Max’s grip was still so tight when the man was practically doubled over from howling. “HA-He-he… Is this how you want to be treated!?”

“Can we not do this today? I have -” Ari jumped… “-THINGS TO- ” His free hand grabbed the book. “-do today.” The boy landed with a triumphant thump, not even caring his other hand was still pinned. A few seconds into his internal celebration, Ari processed Max’s question. “Treated like what?”

Max grabbed the hand with the book, raising Ari’s free hand to join its captured brother. “…Like daddy’s little princess.” Max’s grin dripped with condescension. “I bet you’re such a submissive little bitch boy.” Ari felt a knee slip between his legs. His annoyance started shifting towards alarm. “How many dicks have you had up your slutty boycunt?” Ari tried to pull out of his confines, but Max had both his wrists tightly bound with just a single hand. “Or are you…” Max stared quizzically into Ari’s eyes, squeezing the boy’s ass through his Khaki pants. “… a virgin?”

“Ok, Max! T-that’s enough!” Max looked down at Ari’s bouncing foot, recognizing the nervous tick as a clear sign of his intimidation. “C-can you…” Ari paused. “You n-need to let m-me go… N-now.” Max’s smile dropped as he tightened his grip around the boy’s arms. Ari felt his stomach sink seconds before his feet left the ground. He slid up the wall, only stopping once his face was parallel with Max’s.

“A little birdie told me your scrawny ass is joining the wrestling team. Is it true?” The only person Ari had even talked to about this was Thomas. Ari made a mental note to give his best friend hell later that day.

“I’m just meeting with the coach.” Ari couldn’t read Max’s face, but his intensity was unmistakable. He could practically see himself in the reflection of Max’s eyes. “I-I’m not even sure if I qualify, let alone if I’d actually w-wanna join.” For a moment Ari swore he saw Max’s face soften before he was dropped back down to his feet.

“Word of advice: Don’t.” The warning didn’t feel like the previous intimidation tactics. To Ari, it felt oddly genuine. “But if you do…” Max ripped the firefighting photo off the homoerotic calendar, his smug grin returning to his face. “I look forward to pinning you to the mat.” He placed the image in Ari’s hands. “April was last month, Little Princess.” Max gave Ari a wink, turned, then started down the hall. Ari was left flustered, confused, and with less than 10 minutes till his meeting.

“So much for alone time…” Ari said, tossing the novel back into his locker. He slammed the door and started toward the gym. “Ani -fucking- ayef…”

“Good night.”

I opened the door and let out the last barber. After him, I locked the front door, grabbed a broom, and started sweeping up the clippings left from my last customer.

I’d been cutting hair at the shop for the past two weeks. I’m the new kid on the block. And as the new kid I had to lock up. Usually, I would’ve been pissed being a club night and all, but I took the situation in stride. It meant I got to keep my money a little while longer and prove to those knuckleheads that I could handle my business. Sure, they got to go home early and got ready for the night ahead but at least they knew I had everything under control. After two weeks of guys pulling my jock every which way I had to quickly learn self-control. Something I think that has helped me in the long run.

Look at me now! Calm. Cool. Collective.

Sweeping up hair, I headed back into to the small dark retro lounge filled with burnt incenses and lava lamps. Within the whole shop, this was the air I enjoyed the most. It was in here I forgot I was a barber and thought I was on the set of some sleazy porn. I put my booth rental fee inside the armrest of the master barber’s red recliner. While I was in the room, I figured I would take a seat in the chair of love and dream about some gorgeous dude I was working out some payment plan for his stylish buzz. Although my fantasy was far from any reality to ever come true, I had to admire the room for its erotic vibe.

I reached for the television remote. I wasn’t the least bit surprise to find an easy piece of cunt riding a small cock on the screen. Obviously faking it! On the next channel, I found this Asian dude getting pounded by three huge cocks. Just looking at the hardened muscles of the man getting fucked got me rock hard. But it was how the Asian guy moaned that had me shove my hand down my pants stoking the fire that burned inside them.

Every afternoon after lunch there’s this cute guy that came into the shop. He is tall and beefy with a rich growth of curly hair. I could tell by the consistent bulge in his pants he’s in need of getting something off and out. I would love to be of assistance, but for right now I’d just have to settle for this.

By then I had taken my ten inches out of my underwear. My shaft was slick with pre-cum. And the three men had spent their loads in the face of the ecstatic Asian. I was close to coming, too, when I heard a knock at the front.

My first thought was to ignore it.

“We’re closed!” I shouted at the heavy incessant insistence.

Yet, the thumps at the front door kept persistent.

If I wasn’t so quick to say anything I could have easily ignored them.

I zipped up my pants. I was wiping them clean as I made my way over to the front door. When I saw it wasn’t one of the guys that worked at the shop, I was elated. I was glad to point out to the pesky man the hours of operation painted on the door. When I got a real good look at the pesky son of a bitch, I knew I knew him. A man that good-looking wasn’t hard to forget.

It was Tony. Tony Clytell.

Tony wasn’t some guy you passed over. At six foot four, donning a goatee, and built like a mountain. Tony made me hard just licking his billowy lips. His smile showed his bright white teeth between his small nibbling ears. Although I hadn’t seen him get a haircut–with his thick curly hair–Tony was a regular during his lunch break. And from two to three every afternoon, my dick stayed hard while he cracked jokes with the other barbers.

Against my better judgment I let him in.

Tony didn’t even bother to say hello before scanning the shop for another body with his hazel brown eyes. Tony looked even more attractive in his black denim with a matching skullcap.

“When’s Bobby’s fat ass showing up?” Tony asked in his soothing baritone.

“Uh, Bobby just left.”

“Damn!” Tony screamed, throwing down his skullcap displaying his thick curls in all their glory. “That fool said he was going to hook me up after I got off from work!”

“Sorry man.” I mouthed.

Tony, obviously out of options looked at me. “I know it’s cutting it close, but I need to get this shit cut, man. I’m getting married first thing in the morning. Can you shape me up?”

“Yeah,” I told him. I really wanted to tell him no. Not only was I ready to go home after being busted, but I feared I might just come on myself tightening him up. Ultimately, I agreed because he was such good friends with the other barbers. Last thing I wanted to do was catch hell next week.

“You remember me, doncha?” Tony asked already sitting in the chair with the plastic platinum-colored cape over him and some collar paper around his thick neck. I was plugging up some clippers. I would’ve loved to have been bold and said ‘Of course, I was just jacking off to the thought of you.’ Instead, I said, “Nah, I just see you every day around the same time same station.”

He chuckled.

“I know I’m the best but are you sure you want to trust me with your haircut. I could give Bobby a ring. I don’t want him to think I’m poaching his boy or anything.”

“Nah,” Tony said confidently playing with his soft curls. “I’m not worried about you messing it up. I want it all off anyway. I’m starting this new life tomorrow with my girl so I might as well start anew with it, too.”

“Can’t beat that.”

From there, I went to cutting his hair. I tried indulging him in a little light conversation about his pending nuptials in the morning. It wasn’t something I really wanted to talk with him about, but it was something to keep away the silence. He didn’t sound very enthusiastic about it. When the silence became too much for me to bear, I turned on the television.

The first thing to pop up was a black man gobbling down on a mammoth, rock-hard slab of Brazilian cock. I had forgotten what showed up in the lounge came on in the main shop, too. While I enjoyed my viewing, I was sure my client wasn’t, so I reached for the remote.

“Sorry, man.” I offered trying my best to get a hold of the remote. “You probably ain’t into that shit.”

I was this close to passing out thinking about what Tony might say to the barbers next time he saw him when he threw up his hand. “H-hold it.”

“You’re sure?” I asked in amazement, looking at him staring at the screen as this man’s face was rhythmically being humped by this cock.

“Yeah,” Tony gulped looking over at me. “I’m sure.”

We both gawked at the man slapping his golf ball-sized cajones against the other dude’s face. Tony and I were both getting erections listening to the guy getting head egging his cocksucker to ‘suck his dick.’

“That’s if you don’t mine.” Tony added a few moments later.

I was afraid to answer because it might have been one of those setup questions. Anyway, my eyes were pleased watching the colossal trouser snake throbbing inside his pants. Tony tried to cover it up with his large hands but couldn’t. Interestingly, I could see all of this going on through the cape as I stripped him of his amazing curls.

The black guy on tv had the Brazilian on all fours fucking him into sheer delight.

I reached over Tony, accidentally gripping at his right pec while attempting to grab the hand mirror. I had just finished trimming his neck.

“All right?”

“Yeah, man.”

The black man on the screen bellowed his climax, spraying his jizz on the ass of the other man. “Ahhh!”

“I betcha can’t do that?” Tony said, breaking our silence once again as I removed the cape from his neck.

“Do what?” I asked naively. I was practically drooling with the thought of Tony and I doing just that. “Hump my fat dick between your lips or suck the skin off your little shit?”

“Man,” Tony growled. “There ain’t nothing on me that is little! Your little short ass couldn’t handle the foreskin of my piece much less the piece!”

Uncut, I salivated.

“Prove it.” I bucked.

Tony pulled the paper from around his neck. He slowly came out of the chair showing me his swelling bulge in bloom. His hand was over his zipper before I told him to stop.

“You’re scared?” Tony inquired.

“No.”

“What’s the problem then?”

“Those windows out there,” I pointed out.

“So?”

“So, I thought I would let you know before you got started.”

Tony unveiled his enormous cock to me and the dark night outside. It was bigger than I thought.

“Still think I’m little, little man?”

I whetted my lips. Tony bent his dick double to get it out of his briefs. The veined monster hung down to his knees. His pants were down to his ankles.

“Shit. I never did.”

“Now that you got me hard what’re planning on doing about it?”

My legs crumbled beneath me. I salivated for the wrist-thick meat slab between his thighs. His crotch carried a potent, manly aroma that drove me insane. I wrapped my mouth around his shaft. I started to nibble on his foreskin and found it was a hot spot for him.

“Yeah, keep on doing that.” Tony promoted. “You’re a good cocksucker, you know?”

While I chewed on his extra meat, I took a hand to Tony’s low hangers. I gave them a nice tug and squeezed that aroused his attention.

“Oh damn!” Tony replied.

I ran my tongue down the veins of his shaft. Finding different hot spots along the way. His cock was slick with my spit as I worked the head of his cock over a bit. Just before I felt he was about to come, I pulled off and stood up.

Tony was hurt. He couldn’t believe I wasn’t going to help him unload. He appeared even more heartbroken that he wasn’t going to dump in my mouth. Before he could say anything, I said this. “It ain’t what I’m going to do…it’s what that tongue going to do with these nuts.”

I pointed to my cock hanging out my pants. My fat mushroom-dome directed at Tony, eager and willing. I took off my shirt.

“Oh, shit!” Tony grinned. “You got a head on that shit, too!”

“Yeah, you like?”

Tony stepped boldly to me. His hazel brown eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt displaying his ripped chest and washboard abs and I followed suit. Tony then hoisted me around my waist, wrapping me in his massive biceps, grinding his dick into my stomach. I reached for his large nipples with my cold fingers. There was a jolt of energy that burst between us that made his cock pounce against my stomach.

“Playing unfair, little man,” Tony beamed.

Tony’s soft, thick lips went from my lips to my cheeks. His lips moved back to the edge of my jaw before nibbling on my ears before sucking profusely on the brown dot on my left pec.

“Playing unfair yourself,” I called him out.

Tony bit my nipple.

“Oh yeah, suck it,” I urged. “Shit, there you go, man! There you go.”

He continued to suck and bite until I was swimming in sheer ecstasy. I was unfamiliar with the sensitivity of my nipples. The pleasure so raw I had to push his busy wet tongue down to my bulge in fear that I might come too soon.

Tony started down at the furry base spiraling his tongue in semi-circles around my hearty pole, all the way back to the head. After a short ball bath, he deep-throated my rascally dick.

“Oh, your mouth…feels so damn good!” I stammered. I became bold riding this feeling and started fucking his face. “Get on my nuts again.”

Tony popped my nuts in his mouth, giving each ball their well-deserved time. I moaned, feeling him stir my load deep within me. His tongue worked tirelessly to extract its goal out of me.

“Dammit!” I spat unloading uncontrollably into his awaiting mouth.

He chugged my load.

“Ahhh!” Tony pulled off satisfied after he finished draining, and said getting to his feet, “My turn, little man.”

I was about to fall back on my knees. Then he waved his hand for me not to. “You had your chance to get me off like that, remember? I want to bust open those cheeks!”

I chuckled. “What do you know about that?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Tony argued grabbing at his cock.

“I guess you better show me then.”

I led Tony back to the lounge. If I was going to do this with him in an empty barbershop, I didn’t see why my ultimate fantasy room couldn’t be a part of my dream come true.

I stripped off my clothes on my way back there, so I wasn’t surprised to find Tony in kind except for his briefs and a pair of socks which strangely made it even hotter.

“I guess I get to unwrap the package again.” I mounted taking a seat in the chair back there. I quietly drooled looking at his cock jailed behind his briefs and slowly pulled them down for it to smack me in my face.

I gave it a lick and turned around in the chair, kneeing the chair to get in position for the pounding soon to come.

“Fuck!” He smiled right before he slapped my ass, dropped to his knees, and began to tongue my hole. Between his spit and massaging the rim, my hole grew relaxed and wet preparing for his dick.

Tony stood up and guided it over my pucker. He rubbed it on my crack and over my cheeks, then centered it on my opening and pushed in.

I gasped as he entered. The joy of being stretched by the inflamed head felt more incredible than I could’ve imagined. I quickly got hard again and felt a sluggish flutter through my pipe and dampen my tip.

I whimpered at this feeling, feeling like I was about to come again but far from it.

Tony curtly pushed in a little more, pulled out slightly, and pushed back in shoving his whole length into me this time, filling me completely. Now it was his turn to gasp with my slick silky chute vice-gripped around his hard-on.

Tony started pumping, his dick knocking against my spot with each eager thrust bringing me closer to the edge. It was more than I could stand. I bit my lip to stifle my groans. I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried–I tried, but I came on the seat pad between my legs.

“Fuck!” I grunted my concession.

“I told you I could show you better than I could tell you.” Tony celebrated his victory by reaching around to slap my dying drip-dry erection. “I don’t know why you insist on fighting me when you knew I had you covered!”

Tony gripped my waist tossing a few sluggish thrusts into me, savoring his conquest of me. Once the muscles in my ass came to pass, he started pumping me in a real tempo and after a handful of brutish grunts he slammed into me and held still. I delighted in his dick twitching violently in my hole as he filled me with his warm seed.

As I sank my teeth in the back of the chair getting pumped full of cream, a thankful smile crept over my lips. And not just because I made some serious progress over the last two weeks working at the barbershop, but also because I had the most fun on a club night without going to the club or spending a dime!