Author: admin

It was a Friday night in March of 2008 and I was a junior in college in Los Angeles.  I had recently turned 21 a month earlier and was so excited to finally experience West Hollywood as I’ve always wanted to.  I was your prototypical “twink”, as I’ve have been called by friends and partners.  At the time I was 5’7 around 130 and smooth with 6 inch cut cock and had short brown hair.  I had a close group of gay friends that I had met in college my first two and half years there.  We were all excited to get to 21. Two of our friends had turned 21 before me and one friend was was hooking up with a bartender at a very popular upper scale gay bar/restaurant in West Hollywood.  They had gone a few times and told me about their experiences and I couldn’t wait to join them.   On this night, I was finally able to join them.  This bar was both outdoor and indoor and was chilly out, so I wore a tight blue v-neck sweater and tight blue jeans with white sneakers.  I met my friends at their apartment off campus and we called a cab to head over. 

I get nervously excited as we get out of the cab and walk to the small line to get it and I get carded.  The door man knew my friends from their times there before, and let them in. We go through the gates at the front of they bat and I see a crowd full of men and women at the bar and a crowded outdoor restaurant.  We were able to get a table through my friend’s relationship with the bartender.  We sat down and made our way to the bar to say hi to him before getting back to our table to continue drinking and chatting.   This place is popular, so every table was taken shortly after we arrive.  When I get back to the table, a man that was sitting behind me noticed me walking to my chair and made room as he smiled and said hi to me   I smiled back and said hi. As I sat down, I was instantly excited.  This man was what you would call exactly my type.

I started playing with guys in high school with a fellow friend from school.  Once I got to college, I played a lot more and was more sexually open and comfortable with myself.   Up to this night, all of my experiences had been with guys my age.  Most of my play took place in college in either our dorm rooms or my friends apartment off campus.  From the time I started watching porn as a teen, I had always had an attraction to rugged looking men and I really loved hairy guys.   Having watched so many porns where I would watch men like that fucking bottoms like me, I had thought about beefy, hairy, muscular men in all my fantasies  

I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy behind me. I was insanely attracted to him at first glance. He looked exactly like, if not better, than the men I’ve begun to lust after in my favorite porn movies. My friends and I were chatting, but I was distracted. I turned around to see if could sneak a peak of him again and as I did, he must have sensed I turned my head because he then looked over and caught me and smiled. I felt incredibly stupid and smiled back.  He turned and stuck his muscular arm and said “I’m Nick, nice to meet you”.  I nervously replied “nice to meet you too, I’m Steve”   We smiled and made eye contact as we shook hands.  He was in a tight black button up shirt with top two buttons undone, seeing his salt and pepper hair from this barrel chest.  He has a chiseled face with a salt and pepper short beard and short salt and pepper hair, with brown eyes.  He was beefy but muscular.  Around 6’3 240.  We made small talk and told him I was a junior in college and point to my friend and tell him they go to school with me and one them dates to the bartender, so we get free drinks.  He then jokes “that’s too bad because I wanted to buy you one.”  I got instantly excited when he said that and we continue to chat and make small talk for another 20 minutes, before my friends and I get up and head to the bar to grab more drinks.

As the night wore on, my friends and I would wander, going from our table, to the bar, and into the dance club that was indoors. At once point I leave my friends I go to the bathroom.  After I come out, instead of heading back to the club part of the bar, I make my way back to bar to get another drink.  I chat with my friend’s fuckbud as he makes me a drink and flirts with me. After he gives me my drink, I look over to my table to see if Nick was there and I see him at his table chatting with the straight couple next to him, who he was with, as well as two other guys and a lesbian couple.  My friends make their way back to the bar as I’m looking over and and they start to grab drinks and we chat. They then say let’s go dance, but I can’t get Nick off my mind.   I tell them I’m going to head back to the table and watch our stuff. My friends both start giggling and one says “haha, right. Say hi to daddy for me.”  I smile embarrassingly as they head back to the club and I bring my drink with me to the table.   Nick sees me as I sit down and greets me.   

We picked up where we left off and continued our  small talk but before long, he asks “do you mind if I sit next to you” and I immediately say yes.  He moves over to my table and sits next to me as we continue chatting.  We start to flirt more and more as we chat and then asked me how old I am.  I told him I turned 21 last month.  He smiles and says “mmm very hot”.  I ask him how old he is and says. “Im 48, is that ok?” . I smile and say “of course”.   Nick then asks me if I ever been with guy his age before. I told him I hadn’t, and had only been with friends in high school and college.  He then jokes “well there is a first for everything” and I nervously laugh.  Nick then places his hand on my thigh and starts to rub it while we chat.  I then reach over with my right had to rub his thigh.  He asks me if i live on campus and told him I did. Nick then told me he had a condo in West Hollywood not too far away. Nick says, “you should come over and check it out later”.  I’m so excited but keeping my composure. I smile and say “I’d love that”.  We chat some more and my friends comeback to the table and four of us chatted and I introduce Nick to them.  Eventually, Nick’s friends get their check and Nick tells me his ride is about to leave and if I’d like to join him.  I smile and nod my head.  I tell my friends I’m going home with Nick and they tell me to tell them all about it. 

Nick’s friend didn’t drink so we hopped in his car he drove us back to Nick’s.  The ride was short but it seemed like it took forever. His friend dropped us off at Nick’s condo and we got out of his car and walk down the walkway to his door and he opens and we walk in.  As soon as the door is closed, Nick walks over to me and we start to make out passionately.  Our burning desire for one another all night is finally being released.  Standing in front of his door, our lips and tongue caressing, while he hugs me with his burly 6’3 frame.  Before long,  Nick grabs my hand and leads me to his bedroom.  He turns on the light and turns to me and start to kiss again.  Both of us have ours eyes open while we kiss and we begin to disrobe each other.  Nick pulls off my v neck sweater, while i unbutton his black button up.  I grab his zipper and pull it down and he does the same for me.  He pulls off his jeans and boxers and socks and I pull off my jeans, my black bikini briefs, and socks and hop into bed.  I’m so turned I seeing his hairy beefy frame and his full hard 7 inch thick cut cock.  

We both sit next to each other on his and kiss and begin to stroke each others hard cocks while we sit up and lean against his headboard.  I’m so turned on and tipsy, I kiss his neck and begin to move my lips down his hairy chest and slowly move my lips down to his naval.  I then make my way down to his crotch.  I reposition myself on his bed and move in front of him and lay on my stomach and Nick stays sitting back against the headboard.  I look at Nick before I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his hard shaft and begin to work my eager mouth up and down his hard cock, as he lets out a moan.  My eyes staring at him as my lips move up and down with my right hand while he stares back at me.  My hand and lips moving up and down in unison from tip to base while Nick’s moans get louder.  Starting out slowly, I begin to pick up the pace a bit.  Nick then moans “good boy”.  I then leave my lips at the base of his cock after he says this to me and I gag on his cock.  Nick says “you’re going to make me cum, let’s switch.  

Nick and I switch positions in bed and begins to suck my cock.  I’m leaning back watch his lips move up and down slowly.  My cock is rock hard and already throbbing, but Nick takes his time.  He then reaches over his night stand and pulls open his top drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube.  He gets back down and continues sucking my smooth hard 6 inch cut cock, while he applies lube to my smooth hole and slides in a finger.  This drives me wild and I begin to lay back rather than sit up against the headboard.  I grab my legs and pull them back so I can watch Nicks mouth and fingers working me slowly.  I begin moaning and squirming as he slides a second finger in.  His fingers curled inside of me, thrusting faster while his lips move faster up and down my now throbbing cock.  My moans get louder and I tell him I’m getting close.  Nick’s lip move even faster, while his fingers thrust rapidly in and out of me as I squirm and moan. I yell that I’m going to cum and begin to convulse as I shoot a giant load into Nick’s mouth.  His mouth stays on my cock until I shoot my last drop of cum.  Nick crawls up to me and kisses me, as I wrap my legs around him.  My wet cock rubbing against his hairy chest.  We make out passionately, eyes open, sharing my cum in our mouths.  He then leans over and grabs his lube again and applies to his cock.  Nick then grabs my legs and places them over his broad shoulders.  He leans down to kiss me as his cock slides inside of me.  He lets out a huge moan and keeps it deep and we make out some more.  Nick fucks me at a slow pace to start while we kiss.  He begins to pick up the pace and leans up.  I’m staring up at him moaning and biting my lower lip seductively.  Nick tells me “you the hottest boy I’ve ever seen” and I smile and say “thanks daddy”.   Nick’s 7 inch cut cock sliding all the way in and out at a normal pace as he talks dirty to me.  “You need Daddy’s cock, don’t you boy!” and I reply. “ I love your cock daddy.  I love how you fuck me”, as my feet touch his headboard behind me as Nick’s hairy, burly frame lays on my small 5’7 130 pound smooth body.  Nick fucks me quicker as the dirty talk escalates.  We’re both in ecstasy as he starts to pound me harder and faster.  I yell “fuck me daddy, fuck me hard” as Nicks balls slam against me hard as his cock slides in and out effortlessly.  The room filled with the sounds of our moans and his body slamming against mine.  As he starts to get close to cumming, Nick asks “where do want Daddy’s cum?”   Definitely against my better judgement at the time, but I was so caught up in the passion, I yell out “cum in me daddy!”   He pounds me hard and yells and moans that’s he’s going to cum and we both start to moan loudly when Nick’s cock explodes inside of me.  I feel the warmth of his cum as keeps thrusting in and out of me while still cumming and he eventually keeps his cock deep and still, leaving every last drop inside of me. Nick kissed and we stay in position kissing until his cock gets soft and slides out. 

I look up at Nick and tell him “that was incredible”.  He says “that was best sex I have ever had. I knew we had a connection when we met”.  We kiss and I lay my head down on his hairy chest as he rubs my head and we chat.  Nick asks me if I want to stay over and I say yes.  He tells me that he’ll drop me off at campus in the morning.  We eventually pass out and wake up the next morning around 10am and start again.  After our wake up session, we shower together and I begin to put on my v-neck and jeans and Nick slides on a sweater shirt and shorts.  Nick says tells me he’d love to see me again and I reply “I’d really love that”.  I tell him my class schedule and when I’m usually free.   He says he’d love to take me to dinner some time.  I smile and tell him I’d love to.  We start to kiss again.  He then smiles and says how about tonight?  I smile and tell him yes.  We kiss some more.  We eventually leave and he drops me off but he waits for me.  I run into my dorm quickly and grab my bag and put some clothes inside and come back out and hop back in Nick’s car and head back to his condo.  We fuck a third time once we get back to his condo and hang out and chat and play all day until we go out to dinner.  

Nick and I had such an amazing connection from the start.  We met on a Friday night and I stayed over the entire weekend, until he dropped me off at campus around 9am Monday morning, an hour before my first class.  I had never had an experience like that with a real man before and was immediately addicted to the feeling. By the time the semester ended two months later, spending weekends with Nick became our a normal routine and the start of a beautiful relationship. 

“I don’t even know what to say Row?” Gabi questioned herself after everything Rowan had just told her. “What can I do?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to do Gab.” Rowan responded, his eyes shifting around the fast food joint. He glanced briefly at the girl across the table then up to the grease-stained ceiling tiles. “It’s in the past. I have to find a way to leave it there.”

“Ya know he was right? Don’t ya?” She asked. 

“Who?”

“Tony, when he said you didn’t deserve that bullshit! Your father, William, all of that. You deserve better.” Gabi was hoping to combat the sadness she felt in Rowan’s energy. “You deserve someone like Tony, kind and sincere. And hot as hell!”

Rowan let out a dry sigh that bordered resignation. “After everythi…”

“You’re leaving the past where it belongs Rowan Johnson!” Gabi blurted out, interrupting her friend’s self-loathing. “Remember?”

“Blah blah blah!” Rowan rolled his eyes. It was the first bit of his normal sarcastic self that had he shown Gabi since they sat down in the burger place. 

“Ya know you do. Now just believe it!” She told him after sipping her coke through the plastic straw. 

“He is pretty damn sexy.” Rowan acquiesced with the hint of a smile. 

“When are you seeing him again?” Gabi pried, hoping to keep the positive momentum. 

“He’s cooking me dinner tonight. He thinks I eat too much insta-food.” His fingers curled in air quotes around the moniker of his diet that consisted of mostly fast food and frozen food. Rowan’s frown was finally conquered by the full-fledged smile that seemed to travel through his eyes. 

….

Six-thirty Rowan reminded himself as if he hadn’t been reminding himself all day. The green digits on the clock by his dorm room bed hinted to him that he really should start getting ready. As much as he enjoyed catching the occasional glimpse of an unsuspecting or not-so-modest naked guy wandering the bleak and bland showers, he hated using the communal showers provided in the dorms. 

He knew he was unable to put it off any longer, so he reluctantly gathered his shower caddy, a white terry cloth towel, and his shower shoes. God only knows what you might step on in those showers. Now or never. He surrendered to his desire for personal hygiene over discomfort and padded off to get ready for his dinner date with Tony. 

Oh, Tony. He thought, my strong and sweet Tony. He marveled at the acceptance and forgiveness the boy had shown him after everything he had put Tony through. All of his hot and cold behaviors, running when things got to be too much or he felt too close to stepping out of his comfort zone. 

Of course, the visions of the times just before the decision to run bobbed in and out of his thoughts as well. Thoughts of Tony’s strong hands tugging at his ass and their warmth as they explored his body began to consume his pity pot. Before long, as Rowan’s hormones took his body over, his thoughts grew dirtier and more illicit.

The passion Tony held in his eyes in the couple of times they had fucked, a look that only forced a complete shutdown out of Rowan at the time sparked a different feeling this time. Rowan cursed his father. He cast out thoughts of both Liam and his semen demon. Neither deserved another second of his time as another realization washed over him with the warm trickle of the shower. 

Rowan had tried so many times, to push Tony away. Just to run back to him so he could get a feigns fix of the boy. Why? He wondered while turning the flow of water off. He knew the answer to his own question before he even had to ponder too much. 

With renewed excitement, Rowan wrapped the cloth around his thin torso, still beaded with water. He gathered the wet bottles of shower products and made haste out of the showers, through the cool air of the hall, and towards his dorm. 

….

“Dinner’s alm…” Tony’s words faded leaving only a gaped mouth when he opened the door wide enough to get a look at a smile-clad Rowan stuffed in his nearly painted-on jeans and tight pink T-shirt. 

“Hey, Tony.” Rowan’s smile was full and genuine both for getting to see Tony again tonight and his surprised reaction. 

“Ah hey. Um, come in.” Tony continued having to force his words out. “Dinner is almost ready.” His eyes followed Rowan, watching his sassy sway through the door and across the room. Damn! 

With the food done and served, the two boys sat across from each other at the small dinette set, inhaling tacos and in light-hearted conversation which was unusual since Rowan initially opened up about his past. 

Distracted, Tony’s voice caught in mid-sentence of whatever he was saying, he couldn’t remember what it was when he felt Rowan’s foot riding up the inside of his calf. He stuttered the now-forgotten words, his blue eyes glistened in his surprise.

“Row?” Tony questioned.

“Tony?” Rowan questioned sarcastically, entertained by the other’s response. 

“What are you,” Tony breathed in noisily when the exploring foot reached his crotch, “doing?”

“Me?” Rowan asked with innocence. “Not much. Just eating tacos and flirting with you.” He smiled. “How’m I doing?”

Rowan’s foot rubbed across Tony’s growing cock with wicked intentions. He could feel the member growing hard under the tips of his toes as he continued to fondle around over Tony’s grey sweatpants. They provided little resistance as Tony tented them under Rowan’s advance. 

Tony sighed, his eyes closed and his head tilted slightly upward giving Rowan unvocalized consent, so he continued. Tony’s breathing turned ragged and shallow over Rowan’s foot stroking faster along his cotton-covered shaft. 

“Rowan?” Tony moaned. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He hoped it was true, but after the other’s revelations, Tony struggled to retain his morals. 

“Never been more sure baby.” Rowan answered, his eyes growing darker with lust.

Rowan pulled his foot away, stood, and crossed the table. His body sunk to his knees and he slid Tony into his chair so that they were facing each other. With one hand, Rowan caressed Tony’s face while the other hand coiled around his cock through the cloth. 

Tony’s normally crystal blue eyes were a deeper, darker blue when he opened them to watch Rowan working his cock. “Fuck Row!” He gasped.

Rowan leaned down, mouthing Tony’s cock through the sweats, and moaned, sending vibrations through Tony’s body and goosebumps across his skin. He signed again when Rowan pulled the waistband away from his stomach, freeing Tony’s dick from its cloth prison, allowing it to finally stand up and lay across his belly button. Rowan hummed in satisfaction.

The change in temperature on his cock sent a shiver through Tony’s body. He moaned “Rowan” in a low and gravely tone. 

Rowan looked up and smiled. “You’re fucking sexy Tony!” Before he put his lips on the perfectly shaped mushroom head of Tony’s cock. He ran his tongue over the soft smooth skin finding the slit. Rowan’s tongue tip pushed inside lightly and moved in small circles. 

Every other thought Tony had was gone, vanished into the ecstasy he felt. His toes curled inside of his white socks when Rowan pushed his lips down over the rim of Tony’s cock and down his steel hard shaft. Up and down, in a near continuous reverberating moan, Rowan’s lips slid skillfully along Tony’s shaft. 

Tony put his hands on either side of Rowan’s face and tried to pull him up. Rowan looked up at Tony through the web of his dark eyelashes, his eyes flashing the smile that his mouth was too full of cock to make. “Rowan,” he breathed loudly. “Come here.”

Tony stood, forcing Rowan to unwillingly release his cock with a soft moan of disappointment. He tugged his sweats over his engorged cock and reached out for the pink-haired boy’s hand. The cold air once a gain made Tony’s body tremble. Rowan gave his hand over quickly and was led off into Tony’s room. 

Tony pulled Rowan’s smaller frame into his own and kissed him with unfettered passion. His mind recalled all the times they’d been here before and all of the times Rowan had ghosted him after. He foolishly pushed those wretched thoughts away, hoping this time would be different. 

Rowan returned his kiss. This time, Tony thought, felt different. He could almost trick himself into thinking he felt passion emanating from all around them, from Rowan. They kissed quickly like tomorrow wasn’t coming, like they’d both die if the other didn’t feed them. 

When they separated, each boy gasped for the air they’d forgotten that they needed. Their eyes met and locked into each other in almost disbelief for several long hot seconds before Rowan moved to raise Tony’s shirt over his head. He slid the grey sweats down over Tony’s cock and it sprung back upright while he finished freeing Tony off his clothing. 

Rowan kissed down Tony’s heat-reddened chest and stroked slow movements along the length of his shaft before dipping back down to his knees and resumed sucking Tony’s cock. Caressing his balls in a synchronized motion, Rowan selflessly gave his mouth over to Tony’s pleasure. 

“Stop!” Tony growled with as much command as he could muster and pulled Rowan back to his feet before disrobing the smaller boy. “I’m not gonna be the only naked one in this room!”

Tony laid Rowan’s naked body gently back onto his bed and straddled his midsection, Rowan’s cock directly below him. He leaned down, holding his nearly two-hundred pounds just inches off of Rowan’s body breathing heavily. 

His lips, warm and wet, connected with Rowan’s tender neck, bringing out a whimper from his mouth. Tony sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth momentarily before moving down. He left a moist trail down Rowan’s midsection and the moved down until reaching his clean-shaven pubic area and grinned. 

With one hand resting just above the base of Rowan’s cock and the other bracing himself, Tony swallowed Rowan deep into his throat and the man below him groaned out. Rowan’s hands rested on the back of Tony’s head as he bobbed up and down working both into a heated frenzy. 

When Tony suddenly stopped and stood, Rowan felt a twinge of concern enter his otherwise frenzied mind. He watched Tony walk to his dresser and open a drawer, followed by the sounds of a foil wrapper being ripped. When Tony turned, he was lubing his sheathed cock with one hand and holding the container in the other. The sight of it erased all concern Rowan thought he felt. 

He spread his legs, inviting Tony in and inside him. Tony crawled into position before he lowered to take Rowan’s mouth again, their tongues entwined instantly, knowingly. Each expressing their desires through gruff moans into the other’s mouth. Rowan’s hands dug firmly into Tony’s solid back. 

Tony clumsily reached over, one-handed, pumped a generous portion of the slimy liquid into the palm of his hand, and sought out Rowan’s hole. His fingers traced and tickled the rim before the first of three total digits breached Rowan’s cavity. Each new width stretched Rowan more and made him cry out “Tony!”

And then it happened, finally as far as Rowan was concerned. Tony too probably. Rowan felt the pressure of Tony’s cock head pressing against his entrance. “Please?” Rowan begged. “I need you inside me!” His husky voice whined. 

There was very little pain that was easily pushed away by the euphoric feeling of Tony driving his width into him, inch by excruciatingly slow inch until he was deep in Rowan’s core. Tony moaned in time with the whimpers and whines that he inadvertently pushed out of Rowan. 

With Rowan’s legs wrapped around him and locked at the ankles, Tony moved methodically, slowly making love to him, Tony’s fingers destroying Rowan’s once perfectly styled pink hair. The pair, connected as one entity kissed and moaned for as long as they could before their bodies felt starved for oxygen. They broke away panting only to continue to oscillate across each other’s mouths again. 

Rowan’s fingers dug deep into Tony’s skin, dragging red streaks where his nails grazed across the surface. Tony didn’t hesitate when he felt the pressure building deep in his balls, he continued to fuck passionately into Rowan enjoying every sound, every sensation of the moment. 

He reached his peak, toppling over was inevitable and Tony planked over Rowan’s body and drove himself into Rowan in earnest. Bottoming out hard into Rowan’s core causing him to squeal unintelligible noises until Tony found his release. He pumped himself into Rowan through the tickles, milking himself empty through Rowan’s ring. 

Tony collapsed his nearly full weight onto Rowan mindlessly before he braced himself back up and withdrew. He pumped more lubricant into his palm and positioned himself beside the smaller boy before taking his mouth into a kiss once again. 

Tony’s slick hand coiled around Rowan’s cock and stroked feverishly, while Rowan bucked his hips fucking into Tony’s fist. Rowan’s orgasm grew near as they worked together to push him over the top, quickly spilling his cum over Tony’s hand

I nervously knocked on Coach Sherman’s door, I was right on time to collect on my bet. I was still in shock that Union High School had won the football state championship, let alone that my play had been a driving force. Coach Sherman and I had grown very close over my four years at Union High. He’d developed me into a 4-star dual threat quarterback prospect, he’d become something of a father figure to me. Hell, he was a father figure to most of the guys on the team.

While Coach Sherman could be gruff on the practice field, he took an interest in his players’ lives – helping them towards their goals. I’d come out to my family and friends at around 16 years old, that included Coach Sherman. He was nothing but supportive and nothing changed between us, until I made a pass at him.

He’d come down on me pretty hard for that, and I couldn’t blame him. He was a little frosty to me for a few weeks before bringing me into his office to clear the air. Just like that, we were back to normal – only now there was a distinct flirty vibe between us. 

The autumn of my senior season, just before the season started, Coach Sherman called me to his office and floated a proposition: if we won the state championship, he’d let me explore some fantasies with him. I was completely stunned, I think I sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes with my mind reeling before I agreed enthusiastically. All I had to do to live out my dreams was to win a championship, how hard could it be?

“Fulton!” Coach Sherman boomed as he opened the front door, he always called me by my last name.

“Coach… er… good to see you.” I said awkwardly as I entered the house. I was not normally awkward and nervous – as the starting QB I was something of a big man on campus. But Coach Sherman did something to me, he made my legs weak.

“I see you’re primed and ready to go.” Coach Sherman chuckled, noticing my tenting sweatpants. I followed him to his den, he sat on the recliner and I sat on the sofa. “Now, Jim, let’s lay out some ground rules.” I silently nodded my assent, I knew I would do whatever the man asked of me. “First and most importantly, no means no. We can both say no at any time. Second, nothing leaves this house. Third, let’s have some fun! Julie and the kids are gone for the weekend.” Coach explained that his wife and kids were visiting his in-laws this weekend.

I tried my best to keep a cool head as he was laying out the rules. My cock was throbbing in my sweats and I still was in disbelief that Coach Sherman had arranged this proposition.

“That sounds reasonable, Coach.” I replied, almost shaking with anticipation.

“While I’m not a novice with men, I am out of practice. What kind of experience are you bringing to the table, Fulton?” Coach Sherman asked, trying to suss out how much he’d have to be in “teacher” mode.

“You’ve fucked dudes, Coach?!” I yelped, shocked that he’d messed around with guys at all.

Coach Sherman chuckled at my surprise. “Back in my college and early career days I did. I swore it all off when I married Julie. But damn, I can’t deny I’ve missed it.” the older man confessed.

“Wow, Coach, I never knew. Mike and I mess around, BJs and fucking.” I said proudly, that I wasn’t a newbie.

“Well then, let’s get more comfortable.” Coach Sherman responded, standing from his recliner. 

He was about my height of 6’3 but he carried more muscle than I did. He’d kept up with his workouts, a lot of the time working out with the team. As he pulled off his sweatshirt, he revealed his magnificently powerful hairy chest and midsection. Middle age had taken his abs away, hidden just under a paper-thin layer of padding. I caught myself from moaning at the site of it.

He noticed me staring and shot me a conspiratorial grin. Coach’s expression set off the laugh lines around his eyes softened his handsome, strong features taking him from hot to irresistible. His hair was closely cut, salt and pepper, graying heaviest at the temples. He kept the rest of his face clean shaven, though today it was clear he had skipped shaving.

“Are you backing out after all of this?” Coach Sherman chided me as I was sitting staring in awe as he hooked his thumbs into his sweats and slid them down his strong, muscular legs.

The football coach’s cock hung plump and thick. He wasn’t even half hard yet, just chubbed up and it made my mouth water. I stood up and nearly jumped out of my clothes before Coach Sherman could step out of his sweatpants. The fact that Coach Sherman was into this made me that much more excited.

Coach Sherman absentmindedly adjusted himself while standing before me. He was perfection in my eyes, strong, built, a perfect amount of hair in all the right places, and just enough middle age padding. My cock was already dripping.

“Fuck, Coach, you’re even hotter than I thought you’d be naked.” I complimented the man.

Coach S laughed, “Back at you, Fulton, all that time in the weight room is paying dividends for you. And you have a great cock to boot.” He returned the compliment.

The high school football coach stepped up to me and planted a kiss on my lips. It was sensual, exploratory even. Our lips parted and our tongues tentatively danced. My hands roamed the expanse of his bare body, running over the muscles, through the hair, brushing his nipples, feeling the swells of his shoulder and back muscles. His hands traversed my body before finding my perky and firm ass.

When our kiss broke I was a little light headed and I know I had a goofy grin on my face which made Coach Sherman chuckle. Though our kiss had broken, I couldn’t take my hands off of his body, Coach S closed his eyes clearly enjoying the attention. He stifled a moan as I groped his body more and more lewdly.

“What is it you’ve been wanting to do most, Fulton?” Coach Sherman asked after opening his eyes.

“I, uh, well, I… I want you to fuck me, Coach.” I finally blurted out, Coach Sherman smiled.

“That’s what I thought you’d want to do. That’s what I’ve been wanting to do too.” the football coach responded, his strong hand now gently massaging my delt and bicep.

“Really?” I asked more incredulously than I wanted to sound.

“You know it, Fulton. You’re a smokin’ hot jock, I’ve been wanting to get in your ass since you came on to me 2 years ago.” Coach Sherman explained. “Now that you’re 18 and you won me the state title, it’s on. Get your ass up on the couch.” I nodded with a sinister smile. I was loving this more playful side of Coach Sherman. He’d always been a hard ass with us on the field. “Fuckin’ perfect ass.” He muttered before swiping at it with his tongue.

He dove in tongue first. I jolted at the aggression but leaned into it. He pried my muscle cheeks apart, digging his tongue in deeper before retreating and settling into a more sensual pace. His excitement was clear, the thought hadn’t crossed my mind that this was something that he wanted.

I’d lost track of time, Coach Sherman kept up his skillful ass eating. My cock ached from the sensations reverberating through my body. Mike had never eaten my ass like this, I’d never experienced such skill and enthusiasm being rimmed and I was over the moon.

Almost as if I had lost myself, I was surprised to feel a finger push past my tight assring. Methodically, my football coach slid his finger in and out – all the while he lapped at my balls and taint. A second finger joined, pushing in and out, getting me ready for Coach Sherman’s cock. I realized I hadn’t seen it completely hard yet as I felt a third finger invade my rear.

“Never felt an ass this tight.” Coach Sherman whispered, speaking for the first time since he started rimming me.

“Don’t stop, Coach.” I moaned back.

The older man chuckled as he removed his fingers from my sphincter and playfully tapped me on the ass. “You think you’re ready for me, Fulton?” Coach Sherman asked, his voice heavy with lust. While he waited for my answer, his hands roamed my round, firm muscle ass, strong hamstrings, and my thick back muscles.

“I’ve been ready for years, Coach.” I joked, leaning back into his touch, before he pulled me off the sofa into a standing position. “Fuck, you’re hung!” I yelped, seeing his fully erect penis for the first time. 8.5 thick, veiny, cut inches of meat capped with a juicy, engorged head which made it all look that much more impressive.

“Think you can take it? Don’t be a hero, Jim.” Coach S cautioned with excitement in his eyes.

“I want it even more now.” I said, probably a little too honestly as a big grin formed on Coach Sherman’s face. “Fuck” I mumbled after reaching out and grasping his huge cock. Coach S moaned and pushed me back onto the couch.

“I gotta get in this ass.” He muttered as I got on all-fours on the sofa. I could hear the older, muscular man lube up his dick before I felt it at my rear. The slick heat of the thick piece pressed against me, and with some effort, breached my hole. “Fucking hell, Fulton, you’ve got the tightest ass.” Coach Sherman groaned as the head and the first inches of his shaft sunk into my ass, clearing the tight ring.

“So big, Coach.” I grunted as I felt him slowly but steadily push more and more of his cock in.

“Still have a few more inches to go.” Coach Sherman replied cockily. 

“Goddamn you’re deep.” I moaned, my toes curling as my football coach bottomed out inside me.

Slowly, he pulled out, leaving about half his dick inside before thrusting back in. He moaned in unison, the sensations reverberating through my body. My idol, the object of my lust, was finally dicking me down. I pushed my hips back, meeting Coach Sherman on his inward thrust.

“You’re fucking hot for it, aren’t ya, Fulton?” Coach S smacked my ass.

I could only moan and push back harder next thrust. I’d never felt so full before, my hole stretched more than ever before to accommodate Coach Sherman’s girth. 

“Stretch me, Coach.” I moaned, bucking my hips back again to meet Coach Sherman’s thrust.

“Your ass is milking my cock – not gonna last much longer, Fulton.” Coach S grunted as he pried my asscheeks apart, pushing his huge cock in deeper yet. There were two more long strokes before I heard Coach Sherman start to orgasm. “Gonna breed you deep.” the big dicked football coach breathed as I felt his cock expand and pulse in my guts.

“Nut in me, Coach. Fuck – I’m gonna cum too.” I groaned as I unloaded my batter onto Coach Sherman’s couch. I could feel my ass constrict and spasm as Coach Sherman fucked through his orgasm – fucking the cum out of me as I moaned deeply.

Coach Sherman slowly stopped his short thrusts before pulling out of my ass. I collapsed into the puddle of cum below me on the couch feeling empty like I hadn’t ever before. Coach Sherman’s strong hands gently massaged my taut back muscles. “You got all day?” the football coach asked to confirm.

“And night.” I affirmed as the older man leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss.

“Good, I was hoping to fuck you a few times. Your ass is incredible” Coach S said with a big smile and I blushed a little.

I reached out and grabbed his still half hard cock, Coach Sherman’s eyes twinkled as he kissed me again.

“Let’s get things cleaned up down here and then we’ll go to the bedroom.” Coach S suggested.

We wiped up the couch as best we could before I followed Coach S upstairs to his master bedroom. I felt a shiver of lust as his hands slowly groped my muscles, feeling my shoulder, pecs, obliques, roaming all over my football conditioned 18 year old body.

“Goddamn you’ve got a perfect body. Even hotter knowing my load is inside.” Coach Sherman murmured. His hands found my cock, 8 thick inches – I was hard again only minutes after our first fuck. “Great cock too.” He breathed before wrapping his lips around it.

I moaned and pushed my hips forward. Coach S gagged momentarily before shifting the angle and opening his throat. He may have been out of practice, but he sure knew what he was doing. His throat muscles contracted and relaxed around my member, my hands found the back of his head, holding the man in place while I cautiously thrust my hips. I was getting very keyed up as the older man skillfully worked my cock down his throat.

His tongue explored the ridges and veins on my dick before engulfing it back down his throat. The high school football coach’s hand found my balls and began to softly massage them. I knew he must be tasting my precum, I knew I was getting close – never in my life did I think that Coach Sherman would be blowing me, it was very heady.

“I gotta fuck you again.” Coach Sherman panted, catching his breath after he pulled off my throbbing cock. He must have been able to sense how close I was. 

I groaned and pulled the older, muscular man onto the bed. The feeling of his body hair against my mostly smooth frame drove me wild as he slowly made out. Coach Sherman was a passionate kisser, though he didn’t get carried away. His massive cock ground into mine as our bodies writhed together.

“Fuck me, Coach.” I moaned.

He smiled before pushing himself off of me and lifting my legs. I had a great view of his muscled, hairy body in that position, tapering down to his waist with just a hint of love handles. His cock was deep red and throbbed with his heartbeat as he kneeled at my backdoor.

“You’ve got me feeling like a teenager again.” Coach S joked about his quick refractory period between orgasms. With a flex of his hips, I felt his cock push through my hole – offering less resistance this time. We both moaned as his thick cock stretched my asslips once more. I felt soreness and discomfort, his cock was much larger than Mike’s, but it was soon outweighed by pleasure. “So fucking wet.” Coach S moaned, feeling his previous load lubricate his way deep into my guts.

“Fucking hell, Coach you’re so deep.” I groaned as my football coach ground his pubes against my ass, his entire cock lodged snugly inside. He smiled at me, never breaking eye contact as he smoothly slid his hips back before thrusting forward. He quickly found his rhythm, steadily deep dicking me.

My eyes tried to roll back in my head, but I wanted to stay in the moment. Coach Sherman’s thick cock steadily slammed home – bludgeoning my prostate with each thrust. My cock ached and throbbed smacking against my stomach as the sounds of skin on wet skin echoed through the master bedroom.

Coach Sherman’s furry pelt began to get matted down with sweat from his exertions. He would speed up his deep thrusts, adding more and more power to each one before backing off. He kept building up and cooling off – his hands groped at each inch of my flesh that he could find. Our grunts communicated everything we needed to each other.

The older man pushed my knees closer and closer to my chest as he kept thrusting nearly his entire length in and out of my ass. I knew I couldn’t take it much longer and Coach Sherman could sense it, he picked up the urgency of his fucking. Shorter, more powerful strokes sent wild sensations throughout my body.

“You’re gonna fuck me off.” I finally groaned.

Coach Sherman moaned his approval and reached down, and grabbed my cock. All it took was a few tugs and scalding hot jets of thick cum exploded violently from my cock. Coach S grunted as my ass clamped down around his massive cock.

“Breed me, Coach.” I encouraged as he fucked me through my orgasm before unloading as deep inside me as he could.

When he finally pulled out, I felt more empty than ever before. I tried to hold in both his loads as he lay down on the bed next to me and we tried to catch our breath. We found each other in a deep, slow, and sensual kiss before we drifted through the post fuck haze lazily feeling each other.

Prologue

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ANO’S WONDROUS ANTIQUES JEWELRY AND ODDMENTS. 

The green paint of the letters was flaking, and the wood looked like it would crumble at a mere touch. It was a weird sign, even in the dilapidated old mall 18 year old Zach was exploring. It was tucked behind an abandoned Abercrombie outlet, you would’ve missed it if you didn’t look straight at it. The inside of the store was blacked out by curtains, but in the small display stand beside the door there was a broken down fortune teller machine with the classic creepy animatronic, and hanging haphazardly from its front was a dusty neon open sign, slowly blinking through its letters.

*Might as well take a look* Zach thought as he pulled open the creaky front door to a small chime from the bell hanging above it. He had $100 burning a hole in his pocket from his graduation. He’d been hoping to spend it on booze or games or something with new friends in college, but his first week hadn’t gone so well. Zach had hoped being in a new place with new people would allow him to open up more, to get out there and make some friends. But college freshman aren’t much better than high school seniors when it comes to nerdy pipsqueaks like Zach, and he’d found he was just as shy and just as likely to be bullied in this new small college town as he was in his own small hometown. Not that Zach was unattractive or anything. He was on the shorter side and lean if not toned, with cute long sandy blond hair and a pair of dated rimless glasses. So, not invited to any parties or sports games this Sunday, he figured he’d treat himself to feel a little better.

As he crossed through Vano’s front door it was like he’d entered a different world. The cold hard tile floors of the mall became creaky wooden floorboards, and the harsh neon lights went dark as his eyes adjusted to the soft golden glow of the old fashioned bare electric lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling.

And as his eyes adjusted Zach’s breath was taken away. The place was packed floor to ceiling with stuff. Every sort of stuff. Old video game systems, a stuffed ostrich, raggedy jackets and purses and pants hanging haphazardly on top of more stuff, coat racks hung with costume jewelry, a wall of old shoes next to a child mannequin on an antique silver Schwinn bike. It was half flea market stall half freak show.

Zach slowly worked his way through the maze, barely glancing at one thing before his eye caught another. He lost track of time, picking up puzzle boxes and leafing through crusty old books, occasionally trying on some ridiculous old fashioned hat. The store seemed to have no end, and even as it kept going on it became more and more crowded with items. Eventually he wasn’t even sure if he knew where the entrance was but then he saw a small candle flickering in the corner. He walked over to it even as he thought *that’s a fucking fire hazard if I ever saw one* but then he saw what the candle was illuminating.

It was a massive black dildo. Carved from a single piece of wood it stood upright on a table that looked designed to hold it. Now zach was as gay a boy as you could find, but coming from a small hick town he was a mile deep in the closet. Still, there was something about that humongous ebony carved dick that he couldn’t look away. He got closer and in the light of the candle he saw how carefully carved it was, the head visible through foreskin and veins running down its length. He could also tell that the top few inches of the dick had been worn down, as if it’d been rubbed down over the years. Zach couldn’t help himself as his hand reached out to the massive head-“Be careful my friend!” Zach nearly pissed himself as he whipped around. Standing behind him was an Arabic looking guy maybe a couple years older than Zach himself, with luscious curly black hair and a pencil thin mustache above his soft lips. He also was wearing the most ridiculous Aladdin-ass outfit Zach had ever seen, with the curly toed slippers and everything.

“I’m so sorry!” Zach called out more in shock than regret, “I didn’t mean–“

“No no no, it’s quite alright,” the young man smiled, “it is a magnificent piece is it not? My second cousin discovered it in one of the pyramids of Nubia. No, I only warned you from touching because it is said that he who strokes the member of Anubis here shall make his own member grow to match it,” he flashed zach a mischievous grin.

Zach flushed–maybe his biggest insecurity was his dick size. Or rather his lack of dick size. Technically zach had a micro penis, barely two inches rock hard and more of an innie than outtie when soft. Trying to summon up some bluster zach said with his own grin, “well in that case” and his hand gripped the big black head and gave it a few short fast strokes.

The Arab burst into laughter, “Hahaha you are a bold one my friend, very bold. I am Vano, welcome to my store and home” vano said gesturing about him, “Come, come with me, let us see if we can find what you are looking for.”

Zach followed at Vano’s heels, barely keeping up as he worked his way gingerly through all the merchandise while Vano seemed to just glide past it effortlessly. Eventually Vano brought him to a glass display case and leapt onto the other side to turn back to face Zach.

“A handsome young man such as yourself must be looking for some trinket for your lady lover yes?” Vano’s hands disappeared behind the display and reappeared holding a beautiful gold necklace “this was part of the dowry of a Bulgarian princess, beautiful is it not?”

But before Zach could even look at it it disappeared and like a magician Vano pulled a bouquet of flowers seemingly from nowhere, “or what girl does not like some flowers, eh?”

Zach was a bit flustered and said, “no, no lady lover for me. I’m just looking for something for myself, I have a bit of leftover graduation money.”

“Ahh, congratulations my friend,” vano said disappearing the flowers as easily as he had made then appear, “nothing is more important than education. Let us see, the traditional graduation gift is a watch, no? Or did you already receive a watch?”

“Nope,” Zach said, pleased to be off the topic of ladies.

“Perfect,” vano said and disappeared behind the counter. Zach could hear him rustling through the merchandise, throwing random items over his back as he searched for whatever it was he was searching for. Eventually zach heard a triumphant yell and vano pulled himself upright, “I have found it,” vano said with a smile and placed upon the glass countertop a raggedy old box. With great fanfare he slowly lifted the lid and revealed–a rather unassuming silver pocket watch, nearly black with tarnish.

“Oh,” Zach said, having expected something a bit more exciting for all the buildup, “thats, uh neat I guess.” Zach was certain he didn’t want a pocket watch–I mean who wears a pocket watch? But he also didn’t want to be rude so he dutifully picked the watch out of its old case and gave it a cursory glance, a bit unnerved by the way Vano was staring at him as he looked at it.

But even that cursory glance caught his eye. At first look the watch seemed totally plain, but as he looked closer Zach could see that every inch of it had fine carvings, flower petals and Arabic script and even what looked like a double helix around its edge. Every time he thought he had seen every detail new details revealed themselves such that he couldn’t look away. Suddenly he felt Vano’s hand on his own grip on the watch, “You have not even seen the face yet, my friend” Vano cooed and with the most satisfying click Zach had ever heard the front door of the watch snapped open. The bare white on black lettering was just that of a simple watch, although it did appear it had some water staining inside. Still, every second produced a satisfying click from the long black hand. But the comparatively mundane face shook Zach out of his reverie with the elaborate engravings so that he could look away and meet Vano’s steady steely gaze.

“It’s beautiful,” Zach said, completely honest, “how much?”

“For such a studious young man,” Vano plucked the watch from Zach’s grip and weighed the watch on its chain letting it catch the light. Zach immediately felt lesser without it. “With the silver alone–eh I don’t think I could let it go for less than $200.”

Zach was visibly crestfallen, “I only have $100.”

“Ah, well that is a shame,” Vano said as he returned the watch to its case, “perhaps there is something else–“

“Wait!” Zach said. He couldn’t say why, but he needed that watch. It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen. “There must be some way I could get it–I could pay you back with interest, or I could work weekends, anything, whatever you want I just would really, really like that watch.”

“Anything eh,” Vano said with a grin as the light caught a glint in his eye. He said it almost with a hunger in his voice, and for the first time Zach truly appreciated just how sexy Vano was. Zach had gotten good at hiding his sexuality, not even letting himself really appreciate the bodies of the men around him, desperate not to come off as creepy, but that sultry anything unleashed something in him. Vano was several inches taller than Zach and under his low cut silky shirt Zach could see his muscled chest, and his face was just perfect, like some ancient statue come to life. But then like a switch went off Vano was back to his cheerful salesman demeanor, “You know it gets so lonely here, foot traffic is not what it was, you’re the first customer I’ve had all day! How bout you spend the evening and we’ll have dinner and conversation while we consider your payment options,” vano turned around towards a door Zach hadn’t noticed behind him, and as he opened it he turned back to Zach, “unless you have anywhere else to be.”

Zach flushed, embarrassed at his nonexistent social life. “Nope I’m free,” he tried to say nonchalantly as he followed Vano into the back room.

As Zach approached the doorway Vano said “shoes off please” and Zach kicked off his dirty old sneakers next to Vano’s ridiculous curly toed slippers just outside. When he entered the room he could see why Vano wanted the shoes off, the whole room was a giant bed full of pillows and blankets with huge cloths of silk hanging from the walls and ceiling like a tent.

“Come, sit with me,” Vano said as he took Zach by the hand into a corner of the bedroom. He sat down with crossed legs and Zach joined him sitting a few feet away, but Vano said, “what do I smell? Come closer my friend.” Zach was naturally pretty shy but he did move in closer, and as he did Vano moved himself so their sides were touching. From one of the countless heaps of soft cloth Vano pulled out a hookah and got to packing it.

“I’m embarrassed,” Vano said, “all this time and I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Zach.”

“Zach” Vano savored the word, sounding it like snack. “Well, Zach, I have for you the finest hashish of Anatolia, a gift from my cousin,” he lit the bowl and offered the pipe to Zach. He hesitated, never having smoked before, but Vano looked at him so guilelessly he decided fuck it and took a puff. He immediately started coughing.

“First time, eh?” Vano lighted as he took the pope and took a long hit himself, “breathe, don’t suck,” he said as long whisks of smoke trailed from his mouth and nose, encircling his head like a halo, “try again.”

Zach did, and this time he didn’t cough right away but inhaled a good bit, and then his head was swimming. The colors of the silk around him went in waves, his head felt like a balloon, and he became immensely aware of Vano’s thigh touching his own. “Good shit, isn’t it Zach?” Vano laughed as he took another hit.

“Yeah,” Zach whispered as his head started swaying. He felt the pipe at his lips and breathed in again. As the smoke filled the air above him zach realized he’d fallen into the bed, the pillows under him were the softest things in the world, the sweetest most comfortable bed he’d ever known. As his head whirled he felt himself drifting to sleep, but then he felt Vano’s hand on his thigh and the touch was electric.

Zach looked at him and he saw Vano was now shirtless, his body lean and ripped like some Greek god. Vano’s hand cupped Zach’s face and he kissed him. It was a soft kiss at first, gently probing, and Zach, high as he was, eagerly returned it. Zach tasted the tobacco and cinnamon of Vano’s mouth.

The high kept getting higher. Zach’s vision gave way to visuals, the order of the world collapsed as he lost himself in Vano’s tongue and touch. Vano stripped Zach who couldn’t lift himself from the pillows, and that sweet mouth explored every inch of Zach’s body, down his neck and chest, savoring his nipples and down his belly past his light blond treasure trail and then Zach’s pants and underwear were gone and he felt that fiery tongue on his small but rock hard and leaking dick and then his balls, down and down till he could feel it caressing his tight virgin hole, occasionally gently slipping inside. Zach was in absolute ecstasy but then it stopped and he opened his eyes and the most beautiful dick he’d ever seen (not that he’d seen any dicks outside of stolen glances in the locker rooms) was hanging above him gently pushing at his lips.

He opened his mouth and Vano’s dick glided over his tongue, his pre tasting like sweet nectar. His mind went blank as he fell into the rhythm of Vano’s dick sliding effortlessly down his throat and then he was on his side and felt Vano’s tongue again at his hole as they 69d.

Then Vano’s dick was gone and he immediately missed it, but then his tongue was back in his mouth and their bodies were pushed together like one. Zach felt Vano’s dick searching out his hole and when it reached it he opened his eyes and saw Vano smiling back at him.

“First time, eh?” Vano said as his dick started slowly pushing into Zach’s hole, stretching and filling him, even through the high zach gritted his teeth in pain but it was the hottest fucking pain he’d ever known and as vano whispered “relax” in his ear he did and vano slid further and further in.

The rest was lost in a blur. Zach lost all sense of time and chronology, one moment he was still laying on his back feeling bank gently pop his cherry, the next he was bent over doggy style getting pounded like a whore, the next Vano’s dick was back in his mouth and half Vano’s hand was massaging deep inside his ass.

Zach knew that when they came he was riding Vano, riding him for all he was worth, his dicklet and balls flopping in front of him while vano held his ass and let him do all the work. Then he felt Vano’s dick pulse and he felt his own dick pulse and then Vano was on top again as he buried his dick to the hilt, unleashing a huge load into Zach for what felt like eternity. Their tongues met again as Zach felt vano soften inside him and as Zach’s cum rubbed between them, and as the world slowly faded to black.

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Zach awoke to his phone alarm blaring beside his head in his dorm bed. His head was aching and he had no idea how he got there, but he was in the clothes he’d been wearing yesterday.

“Yo dude if you knew about a party last night you should’ve invited me,” zach heard his roommate Mike across the room, tying his Jordan’s and obviously about to head off to class. Zach shook his head trying to pull himself together.

“Sorry man I–” Mike cut him off, “Gotta tell me about it later dude I can’t be late to psych again, peace,” and Mike left, slamming the door being him.

Zach held his head in his hands, trying to piece together what happened last night. *Had Vano’s been a dream? How the fuck did I get back here? Did I really–* before he even realized what he was doing his hand reached behind his back and down his pants and he felt his still tight hole. *Fuck, it must’ve been a dream* Zach thought, *and what a fucking dream. Vano had split me in half with that dick. Fuck. Best fucking dream of my life. I need to find somebody. But fuck, if that was a dream, why don’t I remember what happened yesterday? Did somebody slip something in my drink in the cafeteria?* As his head swam with questions he felt his bladder pulse. He had to piss like a racehorse. It came so suddenly he didn’t even take the time to look for his glasses and he had to stumble half blind through Mike’s piles of shit strewn around the room.

Zach stumbled into the bathroom he and Mike shared with the 2 guys in the next room over. Thankfully Zach had the latest start on mondays so he had it to himself. He didn’t even try to bother with his fly, he thrust down his jeans and briefs in one swoop and reached down to aim his micro dick like he usually did between his thumb and forefinger.

Instead he pinched himself. And then he looked down and realized–that dick was *not* his dick. His dick had looked like a pinkie that’d had sex with a mushroom, the dick he was looking down at was a fucking log. It stretched halfway down his thigh, hanging low over his balls and pointing to the floor. Where he’d been tightly circumcised now the head of his dick was completely covered by its foreskin, but even as he took that in the dick started growing and he could see the thick red head pushing out.

The utter shock Zach had at the sight had briefly distracted him from his bladder, but all at once he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let loose and missed the toilet bowl by a mile, he grabbed this new monster dick in both hands, barely able to grip his hands fully around it, and finally got it under control, in awe at the new sensations he felt as the jet stream traveled the length of his new dick, even the way the foreskin felt as the piss trickled to a stop.

But even as he stopped he couldn’t let go of his meat, any more than he could think about what’s happened to him or why. His mind existed solely to contemplate this new dick. Immediately it started getting hard, its girth quickly became wider than his grip. He loved the way it curved up and away, he was mesmerized by the glistening red head slowly popping free, and then as he started to slowly stroke he loved the way the foreskin glided effortlessly across its length. He stuck a finger between the foreskin and the head and shuddered at how sensitive it was. He was leaking pre like a faucet. He kept stroking, slowly, savoring every inch of pleasure he was experiencing for the first time.

Zach tore his eyes off his magnificent new dick to take a look at himself in the mirror. He threw off his shirt to see his new naked. No more did he look like half a Ken doll barely able to even see his dick in a mirror without glasses, no he had a fucking pringles can jutting out from his tiny twink body, as thick as his wrist and when he pulled it up against his body extending well past his belly button. Almost close enough to-Zach sat down on the floor of the bathroom, then laid on his back and pulled his legs behind his head. As a kid Zach had done gymnastics and he was very flexible. He’d tried this a couple times before, and even with his micro dick he was close, so close, but now the moment his legs were behind his head his dick was already poking his face. Zach admired it up close, smelling it and licking it, rubbing his pre all over his own face. He opened as wide as he could and took the head into his mouth, and he pushed himself but he didn’t get 1/3rd of the way down his dick before he felt it against the back of his throat. He started stroking the rest as he sucked the top, the pre tasted better than anytime he’d tried it before, his tongue and his foreskin were in love, and within seconds he could feel it coming, could feel it coming all the way from his taint then up the impossibly long shaft till the biggest load of his life burst into his mouth, so much he couldn’t swallow as fast as it came and it dribbled down his chin and onto his chest and still he kept stroking and sucking and the cum tasted better than any of his loads he’d tried before.

Slowly Zach disentangled himself and lay breathless on the cold floor of the bathroom, but still he kept a hand on his dick, shivering as he slowly stroked through the sensitivity of post-cum, maybe worried if he let go for a second his micro penis would be back the next time he looked down. With his other hand he slowly wiped his cum from his chin and cheeks and licked his hand clean, savoring the salty sweet taste like nothing he’d ever tasted before. Except he had tasted something like it before. Just last night.

Zach pulled himself off the floor and cleaned himself off with his towel. He walked naked through the room back to his bedside, desperate to find his glasses cause if he was going to see straight he needed to be able to see. They were where he always left them right next to his bed, but as he put them on he saw something else next to them–a raggedy old box, with a small card on top of it. Zach picked up the card, “A graduation gift, for my dear friend Zach. Have fun.”

The moment Zach had finished reading the note it crumpled away into ashes. Shaken, Zach slowly picked up the box and opened it, to find the unassuming silver pocket watch clicking away.

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Ch. 1

Late to Class

Zach picked the watch up and turned it over in his hands. Again it didn’t look like anything special. It was slightly smaller than his palm and the chain hanging from its top was maybe 6″ long, as tarnished as the case itself. It did feel nice in his hand though, perfect actually, like it was made for his grip. And the way the chain clinked in the air it almost sounded like raindrops. And again as he looked more closely at the case he found the engravings, swirling in their hidden complexity. He sat naked on his bed and lost himself in them, running his fingers over it, trying to find some meaning to the patterns he kept seeing and then losing.

“Have fun” the note said. *This has to be magic too, right?* Zach thought to himself *I mean there’s no other explanation–the dildo of whatever he said would make my dick bigger and here’s my new huge dick. And the note. But what is this thing? What does it do? It has to do something doesn’t it? “Have fun”?* Zach clicked the button on top of the watch and with a satisfying click the face opened up. Immediately Zach snapped out of his stupor from the incredible events of the last 24 hours as he saw the time was 10 minutes to 10. Zach grabbed his phone to double check that the time was right and it was, to the minute. *Shit I’m going to be late for calc, and Ms. Johnson is a hardass about attendance I can’t miss the 2nd class*.

Even with his whole world turning upside down Zach’s nerd instinct prevailed. He grabbed a pair of old plaid boxers from his drawer and pulled them on, only to discover that his dick was way too big for them he couldn’t even tuck it inside. *Fuck it* he thought as he took them off and grabbed a pair of shorts, deciding to go commando. But he ran into a similar problem with the shorts, and as he tried to adjust his anaconda so he could zipper up he started getting hard again. *fuck fuck fuck* he thought giving up on the shorts. He went and rummaged through his dirty laundry, finding the pair of basketball shorts he usually wore to bed. He could put them on easily enough but when he looked in the mirror on the back of their dorm door he realized he looked like he’d put a fucking sausage down his pants.

“Shitfuck!” Zach yelled aloud as he went into his closet and started throwing the winter clothes he had in boxes behind him. Finally he found the big old black hoodie he was looking for and threw it on–thankfully it was long enough to mostly cover up his indecently large dick desperately stretching against the nylon of his shorts. He tucked it to his side, grabbed his backpack and bolted to the door. Before immediately turning around and snatching the pocket watch and sticking it in his hoodie’s pouch.

He ran out the dorm and across the quad, immediately sweating in the late August heat and his heavy sweatshirt. But even in his desperate race to make it to class Zach couldn’t help but feel exultant at the way his dick flopped in his shorts.

Zach reached the classroom and was horrified to see that Ms. Johnson was already lecturing. He quietly opened the door and tried to sneak to his chair at the back of the room but then he heard the teacher call out, “You’re late Mr. Thomas. No attendance points for this class.”

Zach’s face burned with shame as the class snickered at him and Ms. Johnson returned to her lecture on basic trig. He looked at the clock. 5 minutes after 10. *I barely missed it* Zach sulked to himself, unaware that he would never be late to anything ever again.

As the teacher droned on Zach curled up the heavy sleeves of his hoodie and took out his notebook and pencil to follow along and take notes. But he couldn’t pay attention–his mind was on the sweat running down his face and sides, and on his dick hanging low over his chair.

“Rough morning, Zach?” The guy sitting next to him whispered. Zach looked over to see Sean, one of the guys that lived in the room next to him and Mike and shared their bathroom. He was a tall and thin ginger with short cropped hair and freckles and an infectious smile. Zach had forgotten they were in the class together.

“Yeah I overslept,” Zach whispered, flushing again as he realized what a mess he must look.

“Well mondays I got logic at 8, but Thursdays I can help make sure you’re ready to go,” even in a whisper Zach could hear a hint of Sean’s Georgia drawl.

“Thanks,” Zach whispered back before Ms. Johnson’s voice cut through like nails on a chalkboard, “Mr. Thomas if I hear you speaking while I am speaking again this will be the last class you’re late to.”

Zach melted into his chair as the class snickered again and Ms. Johnson returned to her lecture. Sean scribbled on the side of his notebook and tore off a tiny note and slid it over to zach.

“Sorry :(” it said and Zach gave Sean a quick glance to see him grimace. Zach smiled and pocketed the note as they both went back to listen to Johnson drone on.

Calc only met twice a week so it was an hour and 45 minutes instead of the usual hour. And damn was it boring. An hour in and he could tell literally no one was paying attention. People were looking at their phones under the table, doodling, zach was pretty sure Sean was sleeping with his eyes open as his pencil was limp in his hand and it looked like he was about to start drooling.

Zach took the pocketwatch out of his hoodie pouch and started to fiddle with it, trying to hide it from the teacher behind his book. He clicked the button on top and the lid sprang open. It sounded loud to Zach but as he looked around him no one seemed to notice. Zach watched the second hand tick by as his fingers explored the face and inside of the lid, trying to see if there was some button or something he was missing.

Then he noticed that the button that had opened the watch face, like the rest of the watch casing, was finely engraved, and in the middle of those fine engravings he suddenly clearly saw a simple triangular arrow pointing down. He pushed down on the button again and it went further than it did to open the watch till it was flush with the casing and with a final click the second hand crashed to a stop.

Suddenly the room was silent. Ms. Johnson’s constant droning stopped and the small sounds of people fidgeting or taking notes disappeared. Zach quickly put the watch back in his hoodie, expecting another round of berating from the teacher.

But when he looked up Ms. Johnson was still facing the whiteboard, her hand outstretched in the middle of writing an equation. She looked frozen. Zach looked around to see if anyone else was seeing what he was seeing, but to his amazement the whole class was frozen in place.

He couldn’t quite believe his eyes. Zach slowly waved his hand in front of Sean’s face but he didn’t so much as blink. Zach tapped his arm and then poked his cheek–nothing.

“Holy fucking shit,” Zach said aloud and then he laughed, “oh my god this is awesome.”

Zach got up from his chair and started walking around the room. It was the craziest feeling, walking among probably 30 people but none of them being aware of it, it was like he was invisible, or in some computer simulation, but it was better than either cause these were real people and he had total freedom. He looked over the other students like he was a proctor during an exam, checking out what their work looked like or grabbing their phones they were hiding under the table and checking what they were looking at. Mostly it was just boring Instagram and Snapchat messages, but one nerdy guy near the front was slyly checking out some hentai porn.

This gave Zach a wonderful, terrible idea. Zach could feel his dick start to surge as he pulled the kid away from his desk. The nerdy guy was not very attractive, he was lanky with greasy hair, about the type you’d expect to look at hentai in the middle of a class. But Zach was curious–he’d only seen one guy’s hard dick before and he wasn’t even sure that guy was even human.

Zach knelt in front of the nerdy kid and could already see the outline of a boner poking straight out of his crotch. Zach unbuttoned his jeans and then pulled them and his old boxers down to his ankles, letting the dude’s long thin and tightly cut cock pop free. Zach’s own meat was rock hard, half pulling his basketball shorts off him. He looked around at the oblivious faces of his classmates as he stripped down and knelt in front of the nerd, brazenly jerking himself while he took guy’s hard dick in his mouth. It was so fucking hot. Zach had dreamt of sucking a cock for years and here he was sucking his second in less than 24 hours. He loved even the bitter taste of the nerd’s pre, loved the musky scent and sweaty taste, he just loved the way this dick, any dick, felt in his mouth. He looked up and saw the look the nerd had been giving his hentai, a secret downward glance and a slight bite of his lower lip. And within seconds Zach could feel it cumming and he shot his load all over the guy’s thin hairy legs and pants. You’d think he hadn’t cum in a week, let alone an hour ago.

Zach sat down on the ground, naked and out of breath. His mind was racing with all the possibilities of this newfound power, and questions too. And as the questions started coming Zach started to worry–*Where exactly is frozen? Is it the whole world or just this room? Could someone walk in and see everyone like this and me here? Is there a time limit? Oh shit I gotta clean up.* Zach quickly stood up and pulled his clothes back on, then he tried to get the nerdy guy he’d just been sucking back into position. He grabbed some tissues from Ms. Johnson’s desk and wiped his cum off him as best he could, and pulled his pants back up and maneuvered him back to how he found him. Thankfully here he found he had almost an innate instinct to put things back the way they were when time froze, like legos that wanted to fit snugly back in position.

Zach got back to his seat and felt himself naturally fall back into the hunched over pose he’d had at his desk, his watch in hand. But just before he was about to press the button again he had an idea. He walked to the front of the class and moved the marker in Ms’ Johnson’s hand back a few inches so she was barely gripping it by the tip. Zach returned to his desk back to his original position and pressed the button.

Immediately the drone of the teacher’s lecture continued like it had never stopped, but quickly there was a series of reactions. As Ms. Johnson wrote her equations she dropped the marker to the ground. Simultaneously the nerdy guy near the front spasmed in his chair and his phone fell out of his lap to clatter on the floor. It must’ve hit his silence switch because immediately the sounds of an anime girl’s moans could be heard. The room burst into laughter as he quickly picked it up and silenced it again. Zach also noticed Sean laughing with the rest of the class but absentmindedly rubbing his cheek.

Zach felt bad as Ms. Johnson turned on the guy, yelling at him about her phone policy but thankfully oblivious to what exactly the sound was that had briefly escaped his phone. She’d been too distracted picking up her marker. After a couple minutes and some general murmuring the class got back into the dreary monotony of the trig lecture, but Zach’s heart was racing. He was actually affecting reality when he froze time, it wasn’t some dream or illusion this power was real, it had real effects. Sean felt him poke his cheek, the marker did move in her hand, and Zach was 99% sure that he’d made that nerdy guy cum in his pants.

*Holy fuck* Zach thought, *I need to play with this thing*.

Welcome to a new story. Completely fiction, one of my ultimate fantasies. If you are under 18, or easily offended by sex, leave. 

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Most of my life I have thought about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. For those that don’t know, it’s a trail from California/Mexico border that travels up to the Canadian border. The route passes through 25 national forests and 7 national parks, and hundreds of miles of trails with no one but your own thoughts. 

This trail takes roughly 5 months for the average hiker, and a cost of 4 to 10 grand, depending on how you travel, where you stay, and what help you need and what gear you think you need.

I’ve had a rough couple of years and thought this was the time to do it. So, I spent a few weeks planning and gathering provisions. Making sure I could do this.

Word started to spread around with my friends about my trip and there was definitely two separate thoughts on my trip…half were very excited and happy for me, and the other half who thought I would fail weeks into it and not make it out of the lower California desert.

I’ve been single for a while now, so I didn’t have to worry about a significant other. No pets, no real job to stress about. 

I had been through a bad break up with my girlfriend of 5+ years. We dated through college off and on when I wasn’t fucking or in some cases sucking some freshman. Didn’t matter the gender to me. I always joked about how I was tri-sexual, I would TRY anything sexual.

Men or women, didn’t matter to me if I was horny. I always considered myself to be an open spirit when it came to sex. Since a young age I’ve played for both sides as they say. 

Being “Bi” is just something that was natural to me. Sliding my cock in a woman’s warm, soft, dripping wet pussy was just as normal as me sliding my cock in a frat boys tight asshole for the first time as he begs for it deeper and deeper. 

See, I’m not the hottest guy in the room, and I don’t even have the biggest cock in the race, but I have confidence and no filter when I’m drunk and horny.  I really have no problem walking right up to someone, male or female and telling them I want to cum deep in them, or I want them to suck my cock.

When it came to sex, even as a younger teenager, I just wanted to cum, nothing more, nothing less.  I wasn’t really a good partner, seeing how it was just about my satisfaction.      I didn’t care about foreplay, I just want to cum.

It didn’t matter if it was a solo performance, if i was with a girl or boy, I’m cumming in you and that’s that. 

That was my mentality. I was always more of a top when it came to sex. I mean, I have no problem with someone eating my ass and shoving some fingers deep into me, tapping on my prostate to help me explode a load down your throat, or deep in you. But I’ve never really bottomed out for anyone. My ex pegged me a couple of times, and that was fine, felt wonderful and made me cum bucket loads, but It was just a means to her end if you get my drift…LOL

She wouldn’t give me her ass until I gave her mine. Her thought was an ass for an ass. She really dod become a good anal slut after those playtimes.

Anyway, back to my packing and preparing. As I finalized my route, the realization of being alone, possibly for the next 5 months, was setting in. 

I have taken care of the apartment, my work, the car, the mail, payments, and bills that may come up…the time was now I guess. 

It was a beautiful April morning as I was getting ready for the next 5 months of my life. I was packed and waiting for my ride to the airport. 

Sitting in a dark apartment, waiting to leave for my journey my cock started to get hard, not sure why, but I knew it had to be dealt with and fast. I undid my belt, slid my hand in my shorts and released my stiffening rod.

I really like my cock, I’m not huge, about 6.5″ inches fully hard, but a cum machine. Like, I cum a lot…I’ve had people tell me they have never been with someone who cums as much as me.

I started stroking my cock and dreaming about finding other hikers along the way to fuck and make swallow my loads. Fucking some stranger under the stars in the middle of nowhere was such a turn on. I started stroking harder and faster…so close. 

My cock is pulsating and I shoot rope after rope of cum in the floor…shit, I thought. I’m out of paper towels… LOL 

I cleaned up the floor, grabbed my stuff, locked the door and headed out to my waiting ride.

After a few days of traveling and an uneventful trip to the trailhead I was about to start on the PCT for the next 5 months or so. I was excited, nervous and ready. 

I was off. The first few days of the trip were very uneventful and quite. Beautiful scenery, very tranquil, kinda looks like the videos of Mars you see on the news. 

Finally, on the 4th day I came upon a trail refill station. Clean water, showers, a pit toilet, but mostly a place to relax and get rested. These check points are all throughout the trail. Some a lot more rustic than others. Some ibwas told to just skip all together. 

Upon approaching I noticed a tent, a couple of packs, and I could hear laughter and talking coming from the showers. I sat at the table relaxing and catching my breath. 

I could tell from the voices it was a couple of men in the shower. Then through the laughing and chatting I could hear the sounds of one man specifically as he moaned, deep guttural sound…if I didn’t know better someone was getting fucked pretty hard. Then I realized, yeah. They are fucking. 

I could hear one of the men moaning and telling his partner…”fuck, fuck me”, “deeper, my love” 

This was so hot. The bottom was moaning so loud, obviously they had no idea I was there. “Harder, harder, please”…I was getting so hard listening to them.

“Oh yes, there, harder”…I looked around the barron desert and decided I needed to cum.        I undid my shorts, grabbed a hold of my hardening cock and stroked with the rhythm of moans coming from the shower. 

The moaning in the shower was getting louder, I could tell the top was close. 

Then I heard one of the men…”right there, harder, I’m going to cum”…”Yes, Yes, FUCK, don’t stop”

And for sure I didn’t. I wasn’t sure who was getting fucked, but I came with a 4 day load right there sitting outside, in the middle of nowhere  

“Take my cock slut” then a loud moan…”I’m cumming whore, take it”

I could hear both men moaning and breathing heavily…

I left just a drip of cum on my cock, it feels good. I pulled up my shorts, buckled up, kick some dirt over the puddle of cum I deposited and sat quietly as my entertainment finished their shower. 

“Oh, hello” one man said exiting the shower slightly giggling. “Bob, we have company” the one man said.

I stood up, extended my hand, “hey, I’m Dave.” “I’m Doug, that’s Bob in there finishing up. Sorry if we offended you” Doug said shaking my hand.

“No, not offended, sounded fun” I said with a giggle. 

Doug is a beautiful man I thought to myself. Very, Matt Damon looking but softer, and gayer….Yum, I thought. As the other man (Bob) came out of the shower.  

“I apologize if we embarrassed you at all, that little slut needed a good pounding, it’s been a few days” Bob said. 

If Doug was Matt Damon, Bob was Ben Affleck – think Dogma. The Kevin Smith movie- these men were very tasty. 

“No apologies needed”, I said, and continued “as I told Doug, it sounded amazing.” 

Doug spoke, “Yeah, we’ve been out for a few days and we were getting ripe, I didn’t want old lube and dried cum on me any more” Doug laughed. 

“Whatever whore, you’ll keep my load in you for days if I want you to” Bob said.

Bob continued, “and I didn’t get your name.”

“I’m Dave,” I replied.  

Both men had exited the shower stall for lack of a better word in just towels. 

Bob started drying himself off and I was blown away with the size, and girth of his soft cock. He was the size of a Monster energy drink can, soft…WOW.  He was probably 6′ 5″, 250. Well built, well taken care of. 

Doug who was drying off as well was a smaller man. 5′ 5″, 150. And a beautiful little ass, with a lovely cock swinging back and forth. 

Dougs cock was similar to mine from what I could see. Not large, not small, but very usable. Nice set of low hanging balls that I just couldn’t stop looking at. 

“So where you from?” Bob asked while wiping down his body. He knew I was looking at both him and Doug as a meal. 

“LA” I said. “Just started the PCT the other day” I continued. 

“Awesome” continued Bob, “we are both from LA, this could be a fun treck”.

Both men sat as naked as the day they were born as we chatted. And out of nowhere  “So you gay Dave” Doug asked.

I swallowed, and sure had a stunned look on my face…”bi” I spoke. Continuing  “I love pussy, but I will never turn down a tight bottom that knows how to squeeze my cock as I’m riding him”

“Yippy” Doug said with excitement in his voice. “Another top for me!!!” He continued. 

Bob laughed…

Doug continued, “awwww Bobby, just still my hole I guess, no strange for you” laughing. 

“Um, I’m going to shower now” I said standing up. “Is there at least warm water” I asked.

“Just my mouth” Doug spoke, we all laughed. 

Getting in the shower I couldn’t stop thinking about those two fucking in here just moments ago. Bob’s huge cock slamming into Doug’s waiting ass. My cock was getting hard again.

I soaped up, washing everything very well not knowing when my next shower would be. 

I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and started stroking my cock once again. I was thinking about bending Doug over the table and fucking him out here in the open with Bob watching…I was in a trance. 

Washing, feeling the water on me, and a mouth on my cock!

I shook my head to loosen the cobwebs and looked down, there was Doug on his knees with my hardening cock in his mouth. He looked up at me smiling and kept sucking. As I got harder I realized Bob was standing there with his cock in his hand.

Huge, hard and stroking as Doug tried to swallow all my cock…and he did.

I grabbed Doug’s head on each side and started skull fucking him. I was going balls deep and loving it. I was watching Bob stroke his tool and could tell he was getting close, as was i…Bob stepped closer and grabbed my neck pulling me to him, he kissed me deep, and hard…it was fucking hot. 

My cock pulsating I blew my load in Doug’s waiting mouth and he swallowed it all down. Bob then came all over me at the same time i came in Doug. 

Shooting is load on my side, on Doug’s face and down my leg…Doug shifted off my cock and started licking Bob’s cum off me, it was unreal.

We all washed off a bit more and exited the shower. 

“Drinks and Dinner up next” Doug said as he was towling off again. 

“Yes, sounds good” I replied as I was drying off. 

As Bob walked past me towards their tent he stopped, grabbed my arm and shoved his tongue in my mouth again.  As he kissed me his finger played with my ass crack then my tight wanting hole…I shifted as he kissed me and moaned a bit kissing him harder. 

He noticed right away and applied a little pressure to my hole to break the seal…I was in heaven.  He released me, winked and walked to his tent. 

Doug followed, patted my ass as he walked by and whispered, “he wants inside you” he said with a smirk. “He wants to breed you, I can tell” and he to went to their tent as well. 

As I got in my tent to figure things out for my next part of the trip, my heart was racing.

I knew this was going to be a hot fucking night in more than one way. I also knew I was in for a serious night of fucking, but who was going to be getting fucked, and who was going to be doing the fucking? Bob seems to be a total top.

A masculine, dom top, and Doug his little slut. Where does that leave me? I mean, I have had fantasies about being split roasted, maybe this was the time. 

Bob’s cock was huge though, could I possibly handle that in me?  As I said before, I’ve been pegged, but that plastic shecock was half Doug’s size.

I just sat there thinking about all the nasty things I want them to do to me, and surprise I was getting hard again. 

WOW, I thought. I never get this hard, and never this many times so soon…am I really gay?

Not straight, or even Bi, but just gay…

Do I want cum dripping out of my stretched out asshole like a slut?

Did I want to be on my knees sucking Bob’s cock and choking down his cum.

I laid my head down thinking I would rest for a bit and dosed off dreaming about Doug’s monstrous cock. 

“Hello”…..a tapping on my tent. “Hello Dave”

It was Doug’s voice…”You up sleepy head” he continued. 

I realized it was dark outside. 

“How long have I been out?” I asked…

“About 5 hours, it’s about 10 now.” He said. 

Holy shit I thought. “I’ll be out in a few, thanks for checking on me.” I said. 

I had a list of things that needed to be done and I didn’t do it. Not a good way to start out I thought to myself. 

I had passed out in my towel and lost it at some point. Lying there, in my warm tent, naked, cock stiffening. I really wanted to rub one out, but I thought I should go out, be social and who knows, maybe rub one out together, out there, all 3 of us…

what am I thinking?

I started to grab my shorts and decided at that moment to change my entire life. I tossed my shorts aside,  grabbed my boots and pulled them on making the decision to go out side completely naked except my boots.

Excepting everything that could possibly happen tonight…

Unzipping my tent I knew that once I went outside things would never be the same. 

To be continued…

Luke and I had been friends with benefits in high school, sexting often and jerking off together in our free time. He was a year older so when I was a senior in school he had graduated and was going to the local community college. But that didn’t stop us from sexting and jerking off and eventually fucking. 

I was in science class, with 45 minutes left then one more class before the day was over. That was when my phone buzzed twice. I chuckled it subtly, hiding the screen from all as I was already no stranger to random nudes during the day. And just as I prediction, Luke had sent a picture of his hard, fat cock along with a message simply saying: “are you free after school?”

“Fuck yeah.” I texted back, aroused in my jeans as I then endured a painfully long class period. “When should I come?” I asked, after not getting a response. 

Luke texted back immediately. “I’m home alone until 5. Come right after class.” 

And for the last hour of school I sat in history class, unfocused as my mind thought about Luke’s cock. 

We first showed each other when we were in middle school. Being two of the few bisexuality who were out at the age, we were introduced and a secret lust affair began. 

We were in the school bathroom, in the least crowded building. We stood in the stall. Luke pushed his shorts and boxers down, freeing his growing cock and heavy balls. My jaw dropped and he smirked, before I did the same motion. He raised a brow and licked his lips. “Very nice.” 

We’d jerked ourselves off that day. Standing side by side, leaning back on the wall, we stroked and came, shooting our loads over the tile floor. I was impressed by Luke’s cumshot, only for him to reveal he’d already jerked off that morning. I bit my lip, a hunger growing in my crotch. If he had asked, I would’ve blown him right then and there. But, we quickly remembered where we were and dressed again and left separately. 

A few weeks later summer break began and we didn’t see each other for a while. We kept texting and sexting, but for a year he went to high school and I went to middle school. 

After reuniting in high school, we recreated our bathroom session. A few months later we did it again, but this time I blew him. 

When he came he pushed me down, making me gag and my eyes water before he let me off. I had been jerking off in my shorts and as I watched his big dick pulsing and softening, I realized I had cum too. 

He teased me about that day for a while, until his mom got a new job and he was home alone often. I went to his place a few times, jerking or blowing him. Once or twice he blew me, but most every time I was hungry for his meat. 

So, this day wasn’t unusual or unfamiliar. But, it still excited me. 

Classes ended and I rushed to my car, then drove the short distance to Luke’s house. I parked on the street and messaged him that I was here. And as I approached the front door he opened it. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of black gym shorts with a distended bulge clearly on display. I licked my lips and hurried inside. 

“Follow me.” He said, leading me down the hall. I expected him to turn into his room, but instead we continued all the way to his parents room. Their bed was larger and the room more sophisticatedly decorated. “Close the door, and take your clothes off.” He instructed, walking around the bed and opened a bedside table drawer. 

I stripped my shirt and jeans, leaving me naked with a growing hardon. Luke glanced at me and smirked then pulled some things from the drawer. 

“I was in here yesterday and found something…” He stepped towards, still in his tented shorts as he held up a black, silicone cockring. 

My heart started to race. “Is that your dad’s” 

“Yeah. And it fits me perfectly.” His words were heavy and made me throb. I glanced at his bulge then back to his face. Luke was smirking. “Go on. Take it out before it gets too hard.”

I eagerly agreed, stepping forward and grabbing his waistband, pushing his shorts down to fall to the ground, exposing his growing arousal. I swallowed and stepped back. Luke produced a bottle of lube in his other hand, pouring some onto his cock, putting the bottle down, and stroking it over his length. Then, he pushed the ring down his shaft. 

It was a tight fit, especially at the middle of his shaft. But when it slipped to his cockbase, it made him look huge and rigid. “Damn…”

“I know, right?” Luke asked, beaming. Wordlessly I reached down and cupped his balls in my hand, fondling them gently. “Looks good, huh?”

“Yeah…” my voice was breathy and my mouth felt dry. 

“Bet it feels good too.” 

That was all the invitation I needed. My fingers curled around his shaft, feeling how rigid and thick it was, the veins along the shaft bulging along with his swollen cockhead. I was stroking it, long and slow, staring at it. When I looked up to Luke’s face, he was staring at his cock too. My other hand went to his balls, fondling them as I stroked, feeling the heat coming off his meat. 

“Let’s go to your room…” I muttered, hungrily. 

“No. Let’s do it… here.” 

I froze and swallowed. I wasn’t a virgin but it was my first time bottoming. I was scared, but played tough. “Get the lube.” 

We stripped and crawled onto the blankets of his parent’s bed. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table and began to stroke it over himself. I crawled to the pillows and buried my face, raising my ass up high. Almost immediately, I gasped as a slick finger touched and teased my rim. I inhaled sharply as his finger sank in. It wasn’t his first time doing it. 

Once, when we were both in high school, we jerked off in the back of his dad’s truck and he had finger fucked the load ou’t of me. And he was giving me a good service this time. A second digit found my hole ass as a slick hand grasped my cock, stroking it long and slow. I shuddered and gripped the sheets. For a while he teased me like this, then added a third finger to pump inside of my hole. I gasped again. But soon enough, the fingers and hand vanished, and a hard cock head was slapping my hole. 

“You want it?”

“Yeah.” I found myself saying with a weak tone. 

“Say it out loud.” 

I growled. “I want your fat cock.”

He pushed forward, tip of his meat pushing into my rim and slowly stretching me. I let out a whimper and buried my face in the pillows. 

“You’re so fucking tight.” I heard from somewhere behind me. My brain was swirling with pleasure and my body was buzzing with arousal. It hurt, but felt so good a moment later. I bit the pillow as he sank deeper and deeper. His cock seemed to never end. But when his balls finally bumped into my body, I let out a whining sound I’d never made before. “Open up your hole for me.” 

The command only made me shudder more. I swallowed and did as I was told, whimpering again as his cock somehow sank even deeper. I tried to speak my pleasure but only moans and whines came out, as Luke began to fuck me. My fists gripped the sheets and my back arched as he fucked hard and deep, stretching me open. 

His hands spread my cheeks then pinned down my shoulders. “You’re too tight, bro.” He groaned from above me. I just continued to whimper as I felt him getting harder and bigger. “I’m already close.” His voice was breathy in a way I knew, and as he pounded faster and my whines louder, I pushed my ass back. 

“Luke!”

That did it. He sank in deep, making my eyes go wide, before he came and my eyes rolled back. Blast after blast flooded me, while I whined and squirmed, unable to do anything else as he bred my hole. 

He pulled out and I gasped, then he spanked me and I gasped again. I rolled over and laid next to me, panting and chuckling and giving my ass more spankings. Soon, I rolled over to join him. 

“Fuuuuck, bro. You came too? Handsfree?”

My face turned red. I looked down and saw that he was right, my cock resting on my abdomen, still full as it laid in the mess that was my load. Luke chuckled as I reached down and found myself hard as a rock. I let it slap against my belly, making a lewd smack. As I did it again, I looked to watch as Luke reached down to remove the cockring from his meat with a grunt. 

“That ring made you cum fast.” 

“You’re hole made me cum fast, bro. You know I’ve fuxked other guys but damn, you were gripping my dick so hard. Fuck!” He slapped his meat against his own belly, flaunting its still rigid hardness. I swallowed and blushed, before Luke raised the cockring into view. “Wanna try it on?” 

I didn’t have a chance to answer, as he heard the front door open. 

Luke pulled on his shorts and ran to greet and distract his family. I dressed fully and casually went to interact with him. Luke’s mom and sister came home. They both knew me so we chatted and stuff, all while Luke’s load sat inside my hole. And one point, as the casual evening went along, Luke subtly slid me the cockring with a wink. I excused myself to the bathroom. 

The ring was a tight fit. Luke had a bigger cock than me but my balls were bigger, so the cockring still hugged me firmly. As I returned to the group, Luke gave my crotch a knowing look and smirked, before it vanished under the table. 

For at least an hour we talked and ate and drank, until finally Luke’s dad came home. I felt myself flushing as his dad greeted me and patted my shoulder, while my meat sat inside the stolen cockring. 

The night ended later, Luke’s parents walking me to my car as I willed my cock to remain soft. But as soon as I had hugged them and sat in my car my meat was rigid. I sighed and snapped a picture to send to Luke who responded with his own dick pic. “Next time, you wear it while I fuck you, okay?” 

His message made me blush and chuckle. “Hopefully your dad doesn’t go looking for this tonight.” I sent, before heading home. 

“You’re a fag or something, boy?”

I swallowed hard and immediately shook my head violently at the hard-toned question, making sure that I looked Old Man Gus square in his gray eyes when I answered him so.

“Uh, n-no sir,” I stammered emphatically. Trying my best to avoid any eye contact with the enormously long black rubbery hung dangling softly out of his zipper. “I just can’t pee in front of anybody else.”

“City boy,” the old man scoffed shrugging his big, rounded shoulders.

We were standing about two feet apart in front of this great big oak tree up from the clay embankment of the six-acre pond we were fishing to take a leak when nothing came out of my full bladder.

“You’re sure you’re not a fucking fag, boy?”

I wasn’t surer of anything in my life that I wasn’t a fag. I wasn’t a fag. I had never been into girlie things like Pink Waldo from down the street where I lived. I even told Big Billy that much the week before when he accidentally caught me looking at him and his crew grabbing their crotches as they made there way down the hall to fifth period. Though, I was beginning to have a hard time not admiring domineering guys with incredible physiques, which I was just then struggling to do with Old Man Gus.

“I just can’t pee in front of other people, Mr. Gus. That’s all.”

“Damn, city boy,” Old Man Gus repeated in disgust, and then added, catching his thoughts. “Other dicks, you mean?”

“Yeah…I mean, yes, s-sir, Mr. Gus.” I stammered again.

“’cause I don’t see any chick your age standing around wanting to watch you pee.”

“No sir. None I know of either, sir.”

“Huh,” Old Man Gus paused, softly leaning in. “Then that means you hadn’t come across a freak willing to hold it for you while you go.”

“No sir.” I shook my head again. Not knowing something like that was even plausible.

Old Man Gus chuckled, freely shaking that fire hose of his one last time before slowly tucking it into his britches.

Black as steel and built like an ox, Old Man Gus was like a walking god around these parts. His word was the law everywhere he went, and he walked around like a shirtless Zeus sporting a thick patch of dirty gray scattered across his bare chest, hard like his bulky arms from years of sharecropping and horse training. His thinning hair may have told his age, but his skin was remarkably smooth and youthful compared to the wrinkles and sag that bested my grandfather, his childhood best friend.

Every few weeks or so, when I was out of school, my parents would send me an hour outside of the city to my grandfather’s house. When he got tired of me running up his electric bill, he would send me down to Old Gus’s place to help him around his place. But whenever I got down there, no matter what he was doing, all Old Man Gus saw was a fishing buddy to go down to the pond with him.

“I know you’re not a fag, Aussy. We’ve been best buds too long for me not to know that much about you. If I thought you were I wouldn’t be so free to whip out this big thing of mine without worrying about you looking at it, now can I?”

“No sir.”

“But a man’s still gotta ask to make sure.”

“Yes sir. I guess so.”

“…’cause if you were, I might just have to slap you off my cattle prod and send you crying back to your grandpa’s house never being able to show your face around here again—ever. Now, would you?”

“Yes sir. No sir.” I said confused.

“So, the city done got you afraid to drain your lizard standing next to another dick, huh? Why don’t you just pretend that there’s a partition between us. Try to go that way.”

I wasn’t sure what a partition was, but assumed that it was one of those divider things between urinals. “I can’t sir. That’s even worst.”

Old Man Gus cocked his head with a surprising leer plastered across his face. “You know what, Aussy.”

“What sir?” I stammered a third time, feeling uncomfortable in his glare.

“I betcha a city boy like you had never even seen another prick outside of your own, haven’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I trembled.

“A real prick, Aussy? A real genuine prick?”

“No sir.” I lied terribly. I just saw his, so big and huge and raw looking like a lead pipe.

Old Man Gus licked his lips. “Wanna see one, boy?”

“No need.” I snapped; fearful he was going to show me his again.

“Nobody needs to see one, boy. It can just happen. Like at school in the locker room or something like that, a bathroom. Back when I was your age we used to compare when there was nothing else better to do.”

“Compare?”

“Yeah, Aussy, compare…to see who had the biggest dick amongst us or see who could shoot the good ole yogurt cream the fastest, the farthest. I pretty much had the game whipped on all accounts.”

“Yes sir, no sir,” I answered in my bewilderment. “No disrespect, Mr. Gus, sir, but that sounds kind of queer to me.”

“Queer? It’s only queer to city boys like you that can’t pee standing next to another man. Queer?!”

“I’m sorry.”

Old Man Gus continued. “Out here in these woods it lets you know what you’re up against. Take my big cock for example. If I got a girl hollering to the high heavens trying to take it, no guy with a smaller cock is going to try and come in after me. Sure, he can say he got some pussy too, but he might feel inadequate because I stretched that pussy out so wide that he might as well figured he should’ve kept his black ass at home; made it with his hand for a tighter grip.”

“I guess you’re right, sir. I don’t think I would want to come in after a big guy like you.”

“No, you wouldn’t, boy. I still got pussy lined up to this day that no man that knows better would ever touch because they’re not stupid enough to come in after me.”

“Nobody would.” I softly giggled thinking his big thing stretching out some poor woman’s hole.

Old Man Gus got serious then and asked, “I betcha still a virgin, ain’t boy?”

“Uhhh…no sir,” I straightened up to lie this time.

“Don’t be ashamed to tell Mr. Gus that you hadn’t gotten some trim. It’s no shame for a shy boy like you.”

He said the last part so deeply rich it made me feel both arouse and safe. Yet when I opened my mouth with a “Yes sir” I quickly began to fill with remorse.

“No surprise there. If you can’t piss in front of another man, you damn sure can’t piss in front of some chick like you own the freakin’ bitch.”

“No sir, I guess not.” I said following his logic that you can’t really do one without the other.

“Because if you fuck a bitch good enough, it’s nothing to get her to hold your cock while you pee. It’s almost a civil right. But I’ll let you in on something, Aussy, you can’t begin to try and woo a chick if you’re not confident in how to fuck her right once you get ahold of her. The two sort of goes hand in hand.”

“Yeah…I mean, yes sir!”

“Most guys your age take the wrong route. Watch that crappy porno stuff trying to get a clue. No decent girl would ever go for that. Not right off the bat, at least.”

“What’d I do, sir?”

“In order to know what the hell you’re doing you need to get fucked.”

“Get fucked, sir? Don’t I need a girl to do that?”

“Naw, boy,” Old Man Gus smirked with that look in his eye. “You need someone with a hard dick to teach you.”

“That still sounds kind of queer to me, Mr. Gus.” I trembled nervously, afraid that his brute strength might not take too kindly to me calling what he said queer.

“It only makes you queer if you’re not secure enough in your manhood. You need to know what it’s like for a girl, so you know what to do and what not to do. That’s how I got your granddaddy started.”

“Grandpa had five wives, sir. He didn’t need any help scoring any of them.” I said, seeing enough pictures of my grandfather in his youth to know that he was a strikingly handsome mulatto man.

“How did you think he got started with the first one? Yeah, your granddaddy was a pretty boy back in the day. Almost girl-pretty and had the women flocking to him like a rock concert. Still, though, he didn’t have a clue what to do after he got his hands on just one. He came to me one day—because even back then I was the biggest buffest stud around—he said, ‘Gus, man, how can I be a big stud like you?’ I told him what my daddy told me and his daddy told him. Bend over.”

“And he did?!” I said shocked.

“Shit yeah. He fought it at first but came around to take what I was teaching him to heart. It helped him become a stud, perhaps the fourth best stud around—behind me and my kin, of course. I even help train a few of your uncles, too, including Leonard.”

“Uncle Leonard?” I said in disbelief. Uncle Leonard hated fags and never been without a girl in his life!

“Yeah, both your granddaddy and your uncle used to love it when I stuffed their butts with this thing. They’d take what I taught them and wreak havoc across the land.”

“And my dad?”

“Born cocksucker,” Old Man Gus said mildly disappointing. “He couldn’t take it up the rear so well. Probably why he had just you, and everybody else had a ton of kids.”

“Yeah,” I said getting caught up in the excitement.

“I betcha wanna be a real stud like your grandpa and unk, huh?”

“Yes sir! Ain’t getting girls what it’s all about?”

“Yeah, son, it is, but we gotta get you started.”

“Started?”

“Yeah,” Old Man Gus cocked his head. “The city’s soften you up, so I gotta toughen you up first.”

Old Man Gus took me by the shoulder and spun me to face him. I looked at him and he looked at me back, and before I knew it his humungous black cock suddenly emerged from its cloth-and-metal vault.

“Wanna touch it, boy?”

“No sir.” I shied away, holding back my drool noticing it looked far bigger than before—even in its soft state. “I-I-I ain’t queer.”

“What I tell you about that?” Old Man Gus said, his threatening still tone ringing in my ear. “About being secure in your manhood? Be like your kin and help yourself get lots of girls. Nothing queer about that, is it?”

Before I thought about it any further, my hand had fallen over the thick rowdy ropes of veins that rode the top of his long hardening dick.

“Don’t just touch it, boy. Grab it. Yeah. Rub it a little. Rub it like you would yours right before you go to bed.”

I grabbed it and started slow before I went for it with all the might my right hand could afford.

“Whoa, slow it down, boy!” Old Man Gus gripped my wrist. “We don’t want to start a forest fire. Go nice and slow.”

I began again. Nice and slow.

“That’s it, boy. That’s it!” Old Man Gus encouraged.

I rubbed his big solid heat of meat slow and steady listening to him softly moaned and groaned with each new stroke.

“You know what’ll feel better than this, Aussy. You’re mouth on it…just like your dad used to.”

“But,” I blew out of nerves and edginess.

“Nobody’s gonna tell, boy. Not these woods. Not this pond. It’ll be our little secret.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

I dropped to my knees. I was face to face with it. His big black ironed snake looking like it was ready to beat me up. I almost cowered but I didn’t, proudly standing up to it like I did Big Billy.

“Put your mouth on it and suck it.” Old Man Gus commanded, and I did, reluctantly, keeping a steady hand wrapped near the base, making sure it didn’t jump out at me. “Suck like you’re sucking on it like a Blow Pop. Yeah, slurp on it just like that, Aussy. Yeah, go fast and slow just like that. Taste it like it’s the best one you’ve ever put in your mouth with the best flavor to boot. Yet, take the time to enjoy what you already got in your mouth like you want to suck on it forever. That’s it. That’s it boy! There you go.”

Old Man Gus gripped the back of my head and rode my face, making me gag with every thrust I made him groan. I began to feel a bit funny about all this. Not because I was fighting for air or my throat was making these new and unusual sounds, but because my cock also got hard because of this—and stayed hard. Not to mention that my bootyhole began to tingle wildly in my jeans.

“Oh, fuck! Your mouth is sweet.” Old Man Gus growled ten minutes into his rhythm, pulling me off his cock. “You could make a man come just like that. Too bad I don’t want to yet. Turn around, hands and knees, boy.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Gus. Won’t it hurt?” I swallowed hard, letting my imagination run wild thinking about him stretching out my hole.

Old Man Gus reached into his pocket to pull out a very small jar of a cloudy substance. “That’s what this here is for, to make it as easy as possible for you, Aussy. You do trust Mr. Gus, doncha?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then do as I say—all fours now!”

I turned around reluctantly getting my hands into the dirt, a few feet away from where he marked his territory on the tree. After that, I heard him fall to his knees right behind me moving my legs and spreading them wide. The order to fold my arms under my head and nest in the crease like a pillow came next before a long hard pause.

The first thing I felt was the heavy wet thing come across the clef of my crack, sounding like thunder every time he thumped it against my rear eventually holding it there. Next came his long thick fingers. Working my hole one by one, deeper and deeper, and then far shallower, feeling good on the outside a hurting a little more when he poked around on the inside.

“It’s gonna hurt a lot at first. You gonna fill these woods with your screams. Let them out. After a little while, though, you’re gonna be thanking Mr. Gus for teaching you how to fuck.”

Old Man Gus thumped his big dick against my rear a few more times. And just as I was about to prepare for the worst, he flipped me on my back and slowly slid into me with his dick and my hole covered in grease.

“This is how you enter a girl. Get her on her back and get them beautiful legs of hers around your back.” Old Man Gus instructed.

I barely heard a word he said, biting on the inside of my cheeks fighting the urge to scream. Not wanting to scream so soon.

“Ah, fucking fiddlesticks!” I concededly screeched.

I screamed and screamed while he chuckled and introduced me to more of his raw black inches. I made him jerk a little when I dug my fingernails into his back.

“Should’ve told you that was alright, too,” Old Man Gus growled, chucking the last of his inches into me. “Mr. Gus has had plenty of nails work him over back there. Your little chicken scratching ain’t gonna hurt me none.”

I felt balls and ball hairs pressed against my hairless hole, but not nearly as much as the troubling pressure building under my lungs and this unsettling feeling like my head was going to explode.

“Feel that pressure starting to build up in you?” Old Man Gus spoke, grinding his pubes further into me. “This is what a girl goes through when you first introduce a big dick to her. Just relax that hole and breathe a little, will you?”

It took some time, but I did. It did no good. I waited for the pain to subside as he slowly pulled out and push right back in ever so often. I was on the verge of tears looking up at this man, waiting for his words to come true, finally thinking they wouldn’t, that this was just a ploy to fuck some fresh meat. The agony I felt soon melted into a wave of pleasure followed by another…and then another…and then a greater on before having me go back and forth begging for Old Man Gus to fuck me.

“Oh god, Mr. Gus, fuck me with that big cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me! Mr. Gus! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck!”

Old Man Gus looked down at me with this interesting grin listening to me carry on in to those woods, “You know what that is Aussy? That’s some dick robbing you of some of that pussy. This is what’ll make the girl let you come back around every time. That feeling you’re feeling right there.”

He laughed, and I stayed beneath him secretly wanting him to rob me of it all. The friction, the build up; every time he pulled out and drove back in all I felt was his balls slapping against me. Somewhere along the line my hole began to fart back with each thrust opening me up more and more.

“Oh, damn, that hole is going off like a firecracker on my dick, boy.” Old Man Gus commented, beading heavy with sweat.

It was.

“You sure you weren’t holding out on me, boy? Let some other man get up in this sweet snatch?”

“No sir.” I mouthed, my hands tightly around his neck, moving my head up trying to kiss him while he jerked his head to look elsewhere.

 

Men didn’t kiss, I reminded myself.

Then, as if he picked up on my vulnerability, he leaned down and kissed me.

Something else happened in that moment. I felt something I may’ve been feeling all the while but really started to feel just then. I twisted and panted and squirmed with pure delight with this thing right behind my cock.

“You feel that spot I’m hitting every time I go in and out.”

“Yes sir,” I hissed, “right there, sir, right-right there! Oh, right there, Mr. Gus! Right there!!”

He smirked, making sure he had the exact spot marked before he tapped it a little. He then rammed harder into me, going directly for that spot he’d been passing all the while.

“Oh, stop it, Mr. Gus. It feels like I gotta go pee!”

“Do you really want me to stop, Aussy?” Old Man Gus asked, striking the sensitive spot once more.

“God no!” I said, feeling oh so good.

“I didn’t think so. Just ride that feeling. If you gotta pee, you gotta pee. It’s as simple as that.”

Even though it felt like I needed to pee, I couldn’t pee even if I tried. I was too caught up in the feeling and emotion of him riding my ass to do or think about anything else.

“Oh, yeah! You got a nice tight butt, boy. The kind of stuff dreams are made of!”

“Oh, Gus, stretch that hole. Stretch it. Stretch it! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

If I thought I lost control before, I truly lost it then begging him to fuck me harder and deeper, faster and furiously. He obliged, as I grabbed my cock and started stroking it like I normally would.

“Gonna shoot, Aussy! Gonna shoot in ya, boy! Mr. Gus is gonna…ahhh…ahhh…ahhh

…oh shit! Freakin’ fucking…shoot!!!”

Old Man Gus growled, but I was the one that shot all over myself in that second. He then slammed into me one last time and my butthole found its tight grip and enveloped his throbbing hard dick. He sighed, and I felt this warming hot spread throughout my insides back there.

He seemed to be exhausted and tired, but quickly pulled out leaving my battered hole violently trembling.

He looked down at me for a moment, hands on his sides, wiping away sweat from his brows. “I lied to you, Aussy. Taking it up the rear does make you a queer. Letting me shoot a load up in you makes you a total fag.”

“Oh,” I mumbled with a face full of joyous tears.

“But I also lied to you about running you from down this way. I ain’t got no problem with you being a queer or a fag as long as when you step foot onto this property you remember you’re my queer to be used on my dick.”

I took several deep breaths to get my thoughts together. Finding the stiff pain coursing through me, I felt more emotional than physically sore in that moment. First, finding the will to put my legs down followed by the will to push up on my elbows.

“Oh, okay,” I said still shaking, getting to my feet. Feeling his hot cream cooling and running down my crack down to the ground. “I don’t mind being your fag either, Mr. Gus. But only if I get to hold your dick next time you need to take a piss.”

Robb “Mad Dawg” Gentry wiped the sweat building on his large hands on the dry comforter of the bed. He reached back up, grabbed Rev. Dr. McDaniel firmly by the waist, and heaved his big, rounded dick into his stretched-out hole once more.

“Naw, Professor, naw,” the handsome black nineteen-year-old college student protested, feeling his sociology professor struggling to get out of his tight grip. “Don’t run from the dick. Take it like a pro, punk! Breathe. Take in all that shit! There you go, old man! Get into this sick nasty groove! Show me how long you been a certified member of The Big Ol’ Dick-Taken Club, ho!”

Gentry hammered everything he had in his young powerful thighs into his more mature instructor moaning and groaning incoherently.

“Oh, shit, bru-man,” Gentry gritted, tossing in a few more calculated strokes. “I’m about to let go of this nutt!”

“Cum on my back, please.”

“No, sir,” Gentry hissed. “I’m impregnating this bitch-ass hole.”

Gentry felt his balls begin to clench, he gripped onto Rev. Dr. McDaniel even tighter, shoving his dick in as far as it would go into his wide-open hole and flooded it with one of the most ball-draining orgasms that had ever departed his body.

“Ah! Damn! That was on point!” Gentry exhausted, slowly humping his uptight professor to shake out the last drops of his baby-making juice from his sore dick. “You good, man?”

“I was good about twenty minutes ago, young man.” Rev. Dr. McDaniel said, sluggishly trying to pull away from his pupil’s tight grip.

“You know how I do.” Gentry smiled at the glistening back before him as he pulled his professor back and smacked him hard on his sweat-slick ass. “I got to put in for that extra credit. You know what I’m saying?”

“Yes,” Rev. Dr. McDaniel sighed annoyingly.

The bedroom was soon filled with a deafening silence succeeded by a loud squishy plop coming from Gentry sliding out of the stretched-out asshole.

A few minutes later, Rev. Dr. McDaniel was curled up in a corner putting his clothes back on against the backdrop of tri-color Kwanzaa candles looking over at Gentry in disgust.

It was always then, after the two of them had relations, Gentry wanted to tell the openly gay black professor about himself. Gentry was starting to get sick and tired of those brash evil looks Rev. Dr. McDaniel gave him, thinking he was better than him because of his pedigree, thinking he was intellectually superior to everyone else because he talked in a certain way and carried himself in such a manner, donned in some lame off-rack dress suits and argyles.

Rev. Dr. McDaniel was always high and mighty before and after the dick. When it came down to the get down, getting himself a helping of some young thick dick, the high and mighty often “lowered” his standards with a Kool-Aid smile.

Unfortunately for Gentry, it seemed to be the going theme at the HBCU he was attending. If Gentry wasn’t the big swinging dick around campus, he was the brawny jock with swagger who won football games for the school. And before that, he was the scarred-up gangbanger from the ghetto that turned his life around.

No matter where Gentry went, he was treated like a menace—unless somebody needed or wanted him.

“You want some more for the road?” Gentry desperately asked, coming back out of the bathroom wiping his dick off with a warm wet washcloth.

Gentry hated Rev. Dr. McDaniel for making him feel less than. He hated himself even now that he sought his approval and that of the men and women like him around the campus.

“Maybe after midnight, after the Karamu, young man,” Rev. Dr. McDaniel grinned. “It might be a nice way to ring in the New Year.”

He was absolutely right, Gentry thought. The only problem with that logic was that, if everything went accordingly, he would be ringing in the New Year with Dr. Sall.

Dr. Idris Sall was the forty-two-year-old, six-foot-three black stud from Senegal, who looked more like a wrestler than an African Studies professor. He was the only man on campus that seemed to treat Gentry with any shred of humanity. Regardless of who he was and where he came from. Even to go as far as to lend his guesthouse to Gentry to use throughout the Winter Holidays, in lieu of falling into the same old trap that was South Central LA.

It was because of the personal invitation to stay on campus with him that Gentry even agreed, believing that some way and somehow his mentor might want to coach his pupil in a few late-night lessons. But after Gentry got his hands on some of the books about Senegal, scattered about the guesthouse, Gentry quickly learned that it wasn’t likely since the prime religion over there was Muslim. Something Gentry believed Dr. Sall still practiced, with several of his mats scattered through the two houses facing east. If he was like any of the Muslins from Gentry’s old neighborhood, he knew that they weren’t into the “funny” business. Particularly if you were going by the teeth-grinding tolerance Dr. Sall showed for Rev. Dr. McDaniel whenever conversation of culture and sexuality came up. Yet, Gentry still held out hope he could find a way to “thank” Dr. Sall properly. It was his only motivation for even bothering to celebrate the seven days of Kwanzaa with Dr. Sall, or even agreeing to attend the Karamu feast later that evening.

Because the Karamu fell on New Years Eve, Gentry naturally assumed the feast was another way to ring in the New Year. He was sorely disappointed once he discovered it was a full-scale celebration, equipped with lectures and readings and performances and, of course, some kick-ass food. But Dr. Sall was so busy with his duties as a master of ceremonies, introducing people to other people, that Gentry didn’t stand a chance to get a moment alone with him.

“What do you think about the Karamu so far?” Dr. Sall asked, with his accent rich and thick like a heavily charred barbecue sauce, approaching him from out of nowhere.

Gentry thought about telling him the truth. That it was long and lengthy, and if this was the gameplan until midnight that he might just go back to the guesthouse to rest up for a little while.

Gentry decided to tell Dr. Sall instead that “It is interesting. I never experienced anything like it.”

“I hope that it is in a good way. Interesting is subjective.”

“True.” Gentry said, mustering up a smile. “I did enjoy it.”

Dr. Sall gave him a simple simper and left Gentry in the abrupt fashion he came up to him.

Gentry was just about to throw in the towel later that night when, as if Dr. Sall read his mind, announced to the audience “there time together was coming to an end” and that it was time to give the Tamshi la Tutaonana.

After what Gentry was assumed was the Tamshi la Tutaonana, Dr. Sall thanked everybody for their participation and for coming out, smoothly ushering everybody out of his house including Gentry, claiming that he was giving everybody a chance to head out to whatever New Year event they had planned to go to.

Gentry tried every way to stick around by offering to help him clean up or something, but absolutely nothing worked. Gentry felt slightly defeated but still okay. At least he got one nutt off for the night, he thought. As Gentry looked at his watch, he found it miraculous that the Karamu manage to feel like forever and still fall three hours short of the New Year.

Gentry was inside the guesthouse getting ready to go out for the New Year when he heard a knock at the door. He naturally thought it might have been Rev. Dr. McDaniel, wanting another go around before christening the New Year. He was surprised to find that it was Dr. Sall, looking stylish, standing there in a nice genuine leather coat and hat.

“Sir, what are you doing here?” Gentry asked, truly shocked.

“I thought I would come over and ask if you would like to join me for a nightcap? If you didn’t have any other plans?”

Gentry did, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him considering that he was allowing him to stay in his guesthouse for free. Gentry reconsidered bearing in mind that alcohol was the quickest way to get somebody into bed, getting him back on track with his original plan.

Gentry had an excellent execution brewing in his mind.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Gentry,” Dr. Sall said. “It is just tea, decaffeinated.”

“Then what’s the point?” Gentry blurted accidentally, watching his plan fold before his very eyes. “I mean, what going to help us stay up and ring in the New Year?”

“You’re right. I can make some strong hot chocolate. The finest you’ve ever tasted.”

Gentry was overcome with a perverse thought from that statement. He would’ve fooled around with it but couldn’t. Dr. Sall was so innocent in his words that it was hard for Gentry to even spin them for the desired effect.

Gentry met up with Dr. Sall back up in his house moments later, after locking up the guesthouse. Dr. Sall was already waiting with hors d’oeuvre and the rich hot chocolate he was raving about earlier. Gentry couldn’t help but to fall in love with the drink. It felt like a liquefied chocolate bar oozing warm down his throat.

“This is good.” Gentry commented.

Dr. Sall thanked him and told him about the “secret” recipe that led its way into several hours of conversation far into the New Year. Gentry was full and tired and tried to call it a night, but Dr. Sall wouldn’t let him leave. He kept on finding crazy excuses for him to stay. Gentry didn’t mind, thinking that Dr. Sall got lonely in his house as he got lonely in the guesthouse in the back. So, the two men talked and talked and talked until the sun rose, and then out of nowhere Dr. Sall leaned forward and grabbed Gentry into a sweet kiss that developed into something more passionate.

There were so many things running through his mind that it took a minute for Gentry to get what was going on. Was this real or was he so tired that he was dreaming?

“I didn’t think you did this?” Gentry said, after pulling away to catch his thin breath.

“How so? Guilty as hetero until proven homo?” He joked.

“No,” Gentry stared deep into his pearly white smile. “I thought because you were Muslim and the way you and Rev. Dr. McDaniel get into it, I got the impression you might be a homophobe or something.”

“I hate to break it to you, son, but there are gay Muslims just as there are gay Christians. As for Rev. Dr. McDaniel, he is a pompous blowhard. He openly tells people he loves his sexual orientation but everything he does is a major contradiction to that love. As for me, I may not be as open or flamboyant about my lust for the male body like he is, but I am. I may be a bit more subtle in my approach but doesn’t mean that I love it any less.”

Dr. Sall looked into Gentry’s eyes, asking for permission. And when he got permission with the glint in his eyes, Dr. Sall went in for another kiss, this time pinching Gentry’s nipples. It felt incredibly good to Gentry, who instantly felt his dick embarrassingly pop up in his pants. It may not go any further than this? Gentry thought, lost in tiredness, yet he knew that because of this his senses was heightened.

“Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” Dr. Sall cooed seductively as he started to pull Gentry’s turtleneck over his head. “Everything I expected…and more.”

Gentry mimicked him, pulling off his professor’s shirt to reveal a powerful, dark chocolate torso with massive arms. “You’re not bad yourself.”

Gentry was so turned on by the sight, the aura, and the clean crisp scent of black soap rolling off his body, the nineteen-year-old simply straddled the professor’s lap, looked down and started kissing him. It wasn’t long before he started to feel his dick poke him through his pants.

 

Damn, the dick’s big too! Gentry thought with him feeling it clearly against his pants through his pants.

Gentry was more of an ass man by trade. He occasionally got lost in heat dealing with genuinely cool genuinely masculine men that knew what was up and had a swagger about them that suggested they could put it down.

Their mouths became one, kissing each other with Gentry gripping Dr. Sall’s strong back as Dr. Sall gripped Gentry’s firm butt, gradually trying to help him come out of his pants. It was Gentry that took the lead though, unbuckling the belt in the lap before him.

Gentry felt the dick before him belonging to Dr. Sall. He was just slightly stunned that it was already hard and ripe like an oversized blackened banana waiting to be peeled of the last piece of foreskin that covered the tip. Gentry reached down, grabbed it, and pulled back the extra skin, stroking it.

Dr. Sall let out a mild gasp.

“You like?” Gentry asked seductively.

Dr. Sall let out another mild gasp and pulled his head closer to his and started kissing him passionately again.

Gentry felt his nipples being toyed with and like the fact that Dr. Sall was into him too, with his thick coat of shiny black hair on his chest and hard rounded belly.

Dr. Sall played with him for awhile moving his eager hands over his body. And, without warning, Dr. Sall hoisted Gentry’s butt up, encouraging him to put the top of his pubes in his face. Dr. Sall unbuckled and unbuttoned Gentry in the same fashion he did him except Dr. Sall was man enough to take in the full aroma of the clean masculine scent.

Gentry gladly pulled his boxers down, showing off his proud iron-pipe. It was in no way in competition with Dr. Sall’s but held its own nevertheless. Dr. Sall encouraged him to come up a bit more, so that his dick could meet his full-lipped mouth.

Gentry looked down as Dr. Sall caressingly kissed the side of his stiff joystick in the same way he wanted Dr. Sall to kiss him on the mouth. He was slightly jealous yet slightly congratulatory. Dr. Sall kissed and then tongued the crotch monster before taking in the head and swallowing the full length to the hilt. In that instant, Gentry didn’t know whether to feel small or feel honored that Dr. Sall could deep throat him with so little effort.

Gentry kept quiet except for a few deep and sobering sighs as Dr. Sall used his hands to better gain control of the dick that was in his mouth. His hand and mouth combination felt awesome. It was like he knew which nerve endings were destined to be turned on and off simultaneously. Dr. Sall sucked him slow and deep, lashing his tongue right underneath this piss slit and over behind the bump of the head.

“Oh, thank you,” Gentry groaned. “Thank you.”

Dr. Sall kept the head of his dick in his oral captivity before lifting his dick up to get to his balls. Gentry knew it was pretty much a formality. He never knew his balls could be just as sensitive as the nerve endings on his dick.

“Oh,” Gentry groaned again, appreciating the heavy saliva Dr. Sall used to coat them as Dr. Sall’s hands found their way back to his firm ass, in between the crack this time.

Dr. Sall trailed from the top of the crack, grazed his hole, and found comfort in putting pressure in his perineum. It was so shocking and so pleasurable that Gentry found himself spreading his legs to give him easy access.

“Relax, boy,” Dr. Sall said, rolling Gentry’s legs over his head and back onto the sofa.

Gentry was so lost in his pleasure he couldn’t even tell you how he ended up going from straddling Dr. Sall to being pinned in this wrestler’s move. Gentry just knew he liked the way Dr. Sall fastened his thighs back and introduced his tongue to his asshole.

“Damn! Damn! Motherfucking damn!” Gentry moaned softly as the large wet tongue ringed his hole. “Spit up that hole!”

Dr. Sall licked and retreated several times over before he spit in the asshole before him, fingered it deep, and tongued it even deeper.

“Oh, shit,” Gentry groaned, feeling the wind being knocked out of him with this schizophrenic combination of tongue and finger and nose that kept him guessing at every turn. “Bring that dick over here.”

Without missing a beat, Dr. Sall moved his body on over, hovering his balls over Gentry’s mouth. Gentry tugged them, jutting his tongue out and sucking them one by one. This only encouraged Dr. Sall to enjoy the ass before him, directing his large dick into the mouth before him.

Gentry sucked and slurped feverishly trying to return the enjoyable favor that Dr. Sall had granted him. And before long, the two men were locked in eating each other’s ass, in an urgent pace that was equivalent to full throttle penetration.

It was Dr. Sall that took the lead, taking Gentry’s dick back in his mouth along with some wicked finger that made Gentry pant for dear life as he released his second nutt for the night up in Dr. Sall’s face.

“Oh, gosh!” Dr. Sall said minutes later, pumping his dick into his pupil’s mouth and busting a warm nutt of his own, with his nutt sac smothering Gentry’s nostrils.

Dr. Sall lying on top of Gentry too exhausted to get up, and with the lack of mobility and the lost of his second nutt caused Gentry to drift off to sleep with an alive and full dick in his mouth.

A few minutes later, Gentry woke up groggy and naked on the sofa a bit sore. He was surprised to find Dr. Sall leaning over him.

“We aren’t finish ringing in the New Year just yet.” Dr. Sall said tearing a gold-wrapped condom with his teeth. “I must make sure that you get the first principle of Kwanzaa inside of you. Umoja, or unity.”

Everything started when I was in junior high. It was the beginning of the school year. At that time there was a flu epidemic so we were told to stay at home. I and my buddy Jack were spending the “vacation” at my apartment or my parent’s apartment to be more precise. My parents were at work and we played games on the PC all day. Of course, being young teenagers we only thought of 2 things, computer games, and sex. Our daily routine was, to play games, stalk some girl from our school, watch porn, and play games again. Being horny all the time, I masturbated 2-3 times a day, Jack did the same, but I was getting bored of watching porn and masturbating every day I wanted some new experience. Of course, I was too shy to ask a girl out and even if I did, I don’t think anything would have happened at that time.

Jack and I use to watch porn together, but nothing more, we never masturbated together or something like that, usually I waited for him to leave so I can relieve myself and I supposed he did the same. But during this flu “vacation’ something different happened. One day we were watching some porn as usual, but Jack was getting horny. He asked me if he can go a beat 1 quick in the bathroom. At that point, I didn’t care at all and didn’t mind so I let him. In the next couple of days that kept happening. Dude just wanted to masturbate at a new place, I get it I was bored with it all as well. But after maybe a week of that he asked me something strange. This is maybe a good point to mention that my mother was a really beautiful woman. I am mentioning it because she used to wear these tight skirts and high heels every day to work. I have caught a few of my buddies checking her out, it bothered me, but I never said anything because it was nothing more than a boy seeing a beautiful woman. Because my mother only wore high heels, there were a lot of high heels shoes in the hallway. And since they were all at least 4 inches and above high, they were similar to the shoes girl wore in porn movies. Getting back to the point, Jack asked me:

“V, can I use your bathroom again, I’m so hard at the moment.”, he asked.

“Yea dude no problem go ahead.”, I replied.

“But dude can I make a strange request; can I use a pair of your mother’s heels? I just want to watch them as I masturbate, it will help me finish.”

“Wtf dude, that’s strange.”

“Please dude, they look like the ones in the porn movies, it will help me so much.”

I don’t know why I agreed to it, but I let him take a black pair of boots my mom had laying around. He came back a few minutes later and we didn’t speak of it again.

The next day we were still on “vacation” and after a few hours of gaming, he asked me straight away if he can use a pair again to masturbate. I agreed and gave him a red pair of very classy shoes, they were very high and thin heels and looked like something a porn actress or a whore could wear. This time I was interested in what the hell does he with them, I didn’t want to ask, but I was curious. The bathroom didn’t have a key, so there was a little hole in its place and I could see true it. I could see him, he had placed the shoes on the side and he was vigorously masturbating over the toilet bowl. At first, I could only see his back, but after a minute he turned around and I could see his hand, holding his dick and stroking it fast. He was average size, the same as mine, cut, and he didn’t have any hair down there, he was smooth. He started to moan, and I could see his body twitching as white cream was coming out of his cock. I was fascinated, nothing new to see I had seen 100 guys come in movies but this was different, I started to lick my lips involuntarily while he was ejaculating. After he was done I realized what I was doing so I quickly returned to the other room before the realized I had watched him the whole time. This happened on the last day of the week and the end of our flu vacation.

After that Jack never asked to masturbate again at my apartment, we were busy with school and so on and we didn’t have as much time to hang out as before. I mean we still did, we still played games and hang out, but that was pretty much it for the next few years. Back at school I never checked out guys or anything, I still liked girls and wanted to have sex with them, but I wasn’t the best-looking guy and I was a bit shy. So the next year got by and I had a normal school experience, except for the fact that I always remember watching Jack masturbate in the bathroom with my mother’s shoes.

True the next few years, I started to watch all kinds of porn, not only “regular”. I started to go to forums read people’s stories and checked a LifeCam or 2, I wanted to see it all. But after a while, I would again get bored and move to something new. Every day when I get home around 3, my parent would still be at work and I was home alone. One day while I was getting out of the shower I noticed a pair of my mother’s panties on the dryer, I don’t know why but I wanted to try them on. I was a big boy so they were light-tight, but still, I managed to put them on, I could feel my balls getting squashed, but I licked how they feel against my skin. I quickly took them off and that was it for the day. I tough of that moment all night, so the next day I decided to try them out again. This time I checked myself in front of the mirror. You could see my balls trying to escape to the sides. While watching myself in them my dick started to get hard and trying to jut out of them. That night I started to search and watch, guys dressed in woman’s cloth. I didn’t get much sleep that night. The next day, I decided to check what else is there in my mother’s underwear drawer. She had a lot of panties, but even more thongs, also pantyhose, bras, and so on. I picked up a pair of dark blue thongs, which seem larger than the rest, and put them on. The strap on the back went in straight into my ass, I could feel it grinding on it, my balls were getting smashed by the band, and my dick could barely fit in them, but I kept pulling them up, I enjoyed the feeling of it. While watching myself in the mirror, turning to the side to see how my butt looks in them, I didn’t like the way I normally look, but this was hot. I picked up a bra I could put on, stuff it with a bit of toilet paper, and put on a tiny tank top, to mimic a girl with boobs, I was still only in the panties, but I tried to find some shoes that fit my big feed. I tried to put on some sandals with high heels of course and even though they were too small for me, I still manage to stand in front of the mirror and took some pictures. My dick was getting hard and trying to come out of the panties, so I pulled them down, just enough to get it out, while the panties were still smashing my balls and ass, and started to masturbate. It didn’t take me more than 2 minutes to cum right there in the hallways in front of the mirror. I took the shoes off and grab some paper towels to clean my cum off the floor, right at that moment I heard the key and someone opening the front door. I rushed straight away to the other room, my father came home early today and almost caught me like that. I quickly took off the tank top and bra, hid them under my pillow, and put on some shorts and a t-shirt, like nothing has happened, with the thong still on me. I spend the night with the thong, and since I didn’t get a chance to go and change, I could feel the band rubbing against my ass all night. After that day, I started to try new stuff, I was afraid to get caught so I was very careful when and where I also didn’t want to stretch out any cloth so I was very picky with them. I also started to put stuff in my butt, my finger, a toothbrush, and so on.

I was almost 19 years old now, still a virgin except for the stuff I did alone of course. I and my buddies were still chasing girls, and I had my little secret on the side. A couple of months back, my mom was cleaning and she gave me to throw away a lot of her old clothes, which I didn’t do, and now I had a ton of cloth to dress up and not care if I stretch them out or not, I even ripped a couple while trying to put them on. I was having fun, dressing up from time to time, I even bought a small vibrator from a local sex shop, to play with. I normally didn’t even enjoy the feeling of it getting inside my ass that much, but when dressed up or horny for a few days, it was wonderful. I would stick it with some duct tape on a wall or the side of the bed and I would sit on it and fuck myself like that. I never thought I would do anything more than that, I was just experimenting I was saying to myself.

It was the beginning of the summer. I didn’t spend much time at home, always out in one place or another, but It was a very hot day. Everyone was at home to beat the heat and I was bored. No one wanted to go out, so I decided to check what my old buddy Jack is doing. His parent had another child a few mount back so I rarely so him now since he was helping out with the baby. I called him and he was free so we decided to hand out for a bit. We were chilling at the part, walking around catching up, but it was scorching hot outside, so I invited him over to beat the heat and chill at my place, like old times. We were just chilling and reminiscing about old times. We were checking girls from each other schools and so on when he mentioned that there is a rumor, that one of his classmates was filmed during sex. We started to search around till we found the said video. She was down on her knees, sucking some old dude’s dick, it was really bad quality, but you could tell it was her. I noticed Jack’s pants growing, and he started to pull his pants aside, moving in the chair, it was clear he was getting hard.

“Man stop it; I’m getting too hard it’s starting to hurt.” – he said.

“What the matter? You like this girl or something?” – I asked.

“No dude, I just haven’t masturbated in a while, with the baby and all, don’t have much time alone lately., and I’m afraid I could come in my pants from just watching this.” – he replied.

We stopped the porn but kept watching and talking about it, and my eyes keep locking down his pants, his erection wasn’t going down.

“Man I would do anything for a blowjob at this moment, why are all the girls so lame?”- he said.

“I don’t know man; they should be more like her.”

“Dude I’m going crazy, my balls hurt, do you mind if a jack one off here? I want to finish the video and jack on it. Please I know it’s weird, but I’m going to burst soon.”

I paused for a moment thinking of what he wanted to do, me in the room and him jacking off right in front of me. I mean I have watched gay porn and dressed in woman’s cloth, but a cock right next to me, I don’t know how I’m going to react, would I ignore it or I would stare, I have heard some of my other buddies talk, that they have jack off together and so on, but I have never done that. I wanted to see it again, and maybe even touch it but still, it was weird to me.

“I don’t know dude, it’s kind of weird with me being here, and I don’t feel like leaving so you can jack off here.”- I replied.

“O, it’s okay dude, I have done it before with Nick (that’s one of his cousins), we just jack off together while watching porn, and we didn’t even look at each other, it’s not that weird, you can do it with me, come one.” – he said.

I wasn’t sure about it, but I tentatively agreed. We put the video back on and he didn’t waste a second he pulled his dick out and started to masturbate. I leaned back on my chair and took out mine as well, but I could not get hard at that moment, and I kept turning my head around to watch him masturbate, my eyes kept fixating on his cock. He was better looking than me and still perfectly shaved down there, from the heat that day I could see the sweat on his balls, dripping down as he was moving his hand up and down his junk, so much so that I started to sweat as well, not sure if it was the heat or something else. It didn’t take long for him to cum in a napkin nearby, while I was still soft, so I put my back in my pants and that was it for the day.

After that event, he came back the next few days, and every day he asked me to jack off at home and I let him. This time I managed to get hard and join him so it’s not that weird, but for a whole week my eyes kept turning to his cock. I even licked my lips a couple of times, involuntarily, but still, I believed he noticed that. It was Monday when he called me that he is coming back from the gym and he was passing by my building and if I want to grab a coffee or something and hang out. I agreed. So we grab a coffee and were sitting in my room just lessoning to music and talking, after an hour or so, he straight away asked me if I want to masturbate together, and I agreed. We put on some movie and started to slowly stoke our cock, but again my eyes kept finding his cock, until:

“Dude do you want to stroke each other cocks?” – he asked me.

“What?” – I replied.

“Stroke each other, it will be new, different, maybe a bit weird, but I bet it will feel great. Come one and we will do it at the same time so it will be weird for the both of us.”

“Ok.” – I said with a trembling voice.

We lay on the bed, with the porn still going on the PC, next to each other, and we grab each other cock. It was strange having another man’s dick in my hand at first, but as I started to move my hand up and down it felt nice. In the meantime, I could feel his hand on my cock, he was squeezing much harder than I normally do I could feel I want to finish very fast. And there it is after just a few minutes I started to cum all over his hand and myself, he grabbed a napkin to clean his hand and made a joke about how fast I came. I kept stroking his cock, since the agreement was for him to jack me off and vice versa. He told me that my hand is too dry and that it hurts a bit if maybe I have lube or something, I did, but it was hidden with my vibrator so I told him no, so then he asked me if maybe a could spit on my hand and rub him off like that. I agreed, but for some reason instead of pulling my hand spitting on it, and rubbing him again, I leaned down to his cock, spit on top of his head, and started to play with it using my finger, to rub the spit all over. I didn’t even realize my head was this close to his dick before I leaned again and spit some more on top of his head. My lips were only a few inched away from it when I heard:

“You can lick it if you want, I don’t mind.” – he said.

“What?” – I asked, not even realizing where I am at this moment.

“I noticed how you stare at my cock sometimes, and I mean you almost did kiss it just now. So if you want to I will be ok with that.”

I was confused as to what is going on at the moment, did he just offer me to suck his cock.

“Just a quick lick, or suck to try what it tastes like, I will return the favor tomorrow I promise. I want to see what it feels like, for someone to lick your cock, maybe feel lips wrapped around it. Just for a second.” – he said.

With his cock still in my hand I leaned forward and just put my lips on top of his head for a second, I pulled right away, and try to lick the top of it very gently. To be fair I have sucked my dildo before I just didn’t want to see like this is something I want to do. With every lick I started to get bolder, I licked the head, and went down the stem, until I just went for it, I opened my mouth and took it inside, just slowly up and down inch by inch, until I had almost his entire dick in my mouth, I started to suck him faster going up and down, moving my hand up and down as well, giving him a full blowjob to be fair. It didn’t take long for a hit to start shaking, I moved my head away just in time as he came all over my hand and his pants. I picked up a napkin to clean my hand as he said:

“Wow dude that was the best thing ever, I have never cum so hard before.” – breathing heavily. “You ok? It wasn’t too weird I hope?”

“I’m fine I said, but remember tomorrow is your turn.”

“Yea you got it.”

He was still breathing heavily, head down on the bed with eyes closed, which gave me the perfect opportunity to lick the side of my hand without him noticing, I needed to try the taste of his sperm. I had tried mine before and I liked it, but I have always wanted to try someone else’s sperm, his was a lot saltier than mine, but maybe I need to get a mouthful just to be sure. That night I kept repeating the event of the day, I could not get the taste of his cock out of my mind, how it felt in my mouth.

The next day we meet up in the afternoon, and we talked for a bit, but I was eager to not waste time, not so much that I wanted to get my dick wet, but more so that I wanted to suck his cock again, of course, he didn’t know that at the time. Once again we put on some porn on the PC and we lied down on the bed next to each other, we started stoking each other cocks again. After we were both hard, I was just slowly playing with his cock, I didn’t want him to come before I got my taste again, on the other hand, he was speeding up and stroking my cock as hard as he could, I’m pretty sure he just wanted to make me cum so he doesn’t have to suck my dick:

“Dude slow down, or I’m going to cum. And you still owe me a blowjob.” – I said.

“Sorry I just got carried away.” – he replied.

“That’s ok, now you ready? Go down there and let’s see what you got.”

He got up on his knees next to me while I was still laying on my back, he was slowly stocking my cock and just looking at it:

“Come on man, do a little spit, rub it in, then a little closer and you will get it.” – I was eager.

He spits on his hand and rubs it in, after a few moments he did it again on top of my head, and started to play with my cock head and rub it in. He got closer to it, but he looked afraid, he got his lips on my head for half a second, before pulling back, I didn’t say anything, then he put his tongue out slightly and tried to touch my cock with it. Then he pulled back and said:

“Sorry V I can’t, it’s not me, I don’t like it. Sorry I made you do it.”- he said.

“Come to one Jack, we had a deal.” – I replied.

“I’m sorry man I just can’t, I don’t like it.”

“How can you not like it, if you haven’t even tried it?” – I replied, hoping I can play this to my advantage.

“I will make you a new offer, you suck me now as we agreed, and after if you want I will blow you again, no strings attached this time. I want to see if you like it. Deal?” – I offered him.

He hesitated for a moment, but knowing how horny he is all the time, I was sure he will agree. Then he nodded and again went down to try and suck my cock. His head was just over my dick, he opened how to mouth a little and started to kiss the top of my head, very slowly going down on me. He would pull back up and try again, after a few tries I offered to help, I grabbed his head while his mouth was already on my cock, and instead of pushing down I lifted myself a bit and started to fuck him in the mouth, holding his head so he can’t run away. After a minute of trust, I relax down on the bed, and I could he kept moving up and down, sucking my cock out of his own free will now. I’m not sure how much he enjoyed it, but he was now blowing me, playing with my cock with his hand, licking the stem while watching me straight into my eyes. I had a huge smile on my face, watching him down there while he sucked my cock. I had also shaved btw, my cock balls, and my ass, mainly because it felt nicer when I was wearing a thong. When I was close to ejaculating I warn him and he pulled his head back and finish me off with his hand, then again clean up using a napkin.

“Did you like it?” – he asked me.

“Yea it was great, you are good at this. But the important question is, did you like it?” – I replied.

“It wasn’t as bad as I expected, I felt sweet and nice, to be honest, but I prefer getting my dick sucked. But I won’t force you if you don’t want to, alter all you already sucked me off ones.” – he replied.

“And did you like, how I sucked your cock?” – I asked.

“O man, best feeling ever, I loved it.” – he said.

“Well seems to be, you enjoyed sucking my cock as well since you are still hard. It will be wasted not to take advantage of that erection. And I did promise you if you blew me I will blow you back so…” – I replied.

I told him to sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneeled on the ground right in front of him. I was on my knees, but I had spread my legs a bit so my dick would touch the floor, I wanted to feel the cold floor for some reason. My dick was still leaking a bit of cum, and I could feel it dripping down on the laminate. It didn’t take me a long time to get down to business, I had grabbed his cock with one hand, at the base, playing with his balls with the other, while sucking at his cock. I could hear him moan from the feeling I was giving him.  I was very focused on sucking his cock, but at one point I wanted to lick his balls as well, I grabbed his dick and lifted it while sticking my tongue out and licking his balls. Our eyes caught up, he was watching me tight in the eyes, while I had my tongue out and I was licking his ball sack. Without breaking eye contact, I moved back to his sock, sucking him dry, and playing with it. You could hear the noises of me sucking his cock, going up and down, saliva dripping down his balls. I was trying to take it as much as I can’t before I start to gag. Then going up to take a breath and sucking it again as much as I can. I will never forget the surprise and joy on his face at that moment. I’m convinced he realized at that moment that this will not be the last time I suck his cock.

He told me he is going to cum any moment, with the expectation I will move, but not this time. I kept sucking his cock, until I felt the warm creamy substance in the back of my mouth, at which point, I wrapped my lips tight around his head and started to gather all the seamen. I could feel the pleasure as he ejaculation in my mouth. After he was done he locked down on me, and I was just getting my mouth off his cock, then I showed it to him, mouth full of cum, dripping at the side of my mouth. I swallowed the whole load, before sticking my tongue out to show him, and laughing at the same time:

“Wow dude, what was that?”- he asked.

“I just wanted to see what it feels and tastes like, it’s not bad at all.” – I said with a smile.

“Lol man, are you into this stuff, have you done this before?” – he asked me.

“Well I did yesterday, but besides that no, I just felt like it. Did you enjoy it?”

“Best day of my life.”

“Good, if you are lucky it might happen again.” – I replied while getting up and licking the rest of the sperm out of my fingers.

He had to go, so we washed up quickly before he left. I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth.

The next day I wasn’t expecting him to call me, since he was supposed to be busy. But here we were at 11, and he called and asked me if he can come by, I agreed of course. We talked for a few minutes before he started to ask me questions, about how long have I wanted to suck cock, or if it is something new, do I like guys, whether have I been with someone else, do I watch gay porn, and so on. But I told him that this was something new, and it all started because he wanted us to jerk off together and that this was something I wanted to do at the moment. He didn’t buy it, but dropped it for the moment and asked me if it was something I feel like doing again, now. I smiled back at him and said:

“Sure, but I want something else first.”

“Like what?” – he asked.

“I want for us to make out first, just to see what it was like.”

He tentatively agreed, it was a little awkward since none of us kissed a guy before but still. I leaned toward him and gently kissed his bottom lip, then I went for a full kiss, before feeling him kissing me back, after a few gentle kisses we started to use our tongues and there you go we were making out, just as a normal couple do. I don’t know why, but after a few moments, he grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. I on the other hand grabbed his ass with one hand, while cupping his balls with the other. We were both standing up, making out before I stuck my hand down his pants, grabbed his dick, and started to play with it. I could feel him getting hard in my hand. Without saying anything I squatted down, and started to unzip and pull down his jeans, after which I took his dick out of his boxer and just started sucking it. Licking it up and down, gently biting his head, and then sucking it all up. At one moment he grabbed the back of my head and started to pump me in the mouth. You could hear the gag noises and how he was slapping my mouth with his cock. He let me go to finish at my paste, at which point my hand was on his ass, grabbing and squeezing him. Moving my fingers, a little closer to his anus, I was sucking his dick hand free. After a few more moments of deep throat and he was Cumming in my mouth once again. This time I let it spit all over my face, spitting it out back on his cock, sucking it off again, and letting it drip down the floor, except for the part I swallowed. I stood up and winked at him, before going to the sperm off my face. I guess he just came by for a blow since he said he has to leave right after, good thing I didn’t mind.

It was now Thursday, we were texting all morning and he said he was busy helping his mother to watch his brother and so on. Remember we were still friends for more than 10 years, we were chatting and played games all the time, so we were in touch all the time, and we did live very close to each other, so it was not strange if people saw us together almost every day. I didn’t have any plans for the day, so I was just on the computer watching videos and chatting with people. It was almost 17:00 when Jack texted me he was going to the store and if he was on the way back he can come by to get his hat, he had forgotten it the previous day, so I said sure. My apartment was on the 3rd floor, and it was the only one occupied out of the 3 there. It was 17:10 when he rang the bell, and I went to open the door. It’s good to mention that my father comes from work around 17:00 to 17:30, so I didn’t plan for anything since I did want to get a cough under any circumstances sucking another man’s dick. On the other hand, I could always hear someone coming up the stairs, and there was no one else that can come out since the other apartments were empty. I opened the door and gave him his hat, he said thank and that he will text me later, and maybe if he is free we can hang out tomorrow, I said sure, but right as about he was ready to go down the stairs, I pulled him back, put his back against the wall, right there on the stairway and stuck my tongue down his mouth, I told his I need to give him something else, before whispering in his ear to be quiet. As I kneeled once again and pulled his shorts, to reveal his smelly and sweaty cock. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to get hard. I was jacking him off while swallowing his cock, the idea was for him to cum as fast as possible since I didn’t know if we will even be able to finish as my father could come home any moment, and he was also in a hurry to get home. Good thing it didn’t take too long for him to start Cumming in my mouth again, swallowed some, careful not to drip on the floor, before leaving the rest in my mouth. I then stood up, pulling his pants back up in the meantime, and went for a kiss, forcing him to drink his cum out of my mouth. He wasn’t expecting that at all, but he still swallowed it, and to be fair it wasn’t that much, to begin with. I told him that this was what I wanted to give him and said bye, before going back inside. 2 minutes later my father came home, and I was still washing the sperm off my mouth. Good timing, I thought.

The next day – Friday, I was up early, Jack texted me that he will be free around noon and if I want to hang out. I agreed. He wanted to walk around town and hang out not only to come to my place, and maybe later if was in the mood he was up for something else. But I told them it’s better to come by first, while I was alone and then we can hang out. We were at my place again, and he was explaining to me how he enjoyed Thursday’s quick encounter, especially the end. I laugh since I knew he was going to like that. As I was just finishing up an email on my PC, I felt his hand on my dick. He told me he felt bad that only he got his dick wet, and even though it wasn’t his favorite to suck cock, he wanted to suck mine, and he wanted to taste what my sperm tasted like as well. He was sitting next to mean leaned down to suck my dick, and just as he was getting ready to go down to the floor and start to suck it, I hear keys and the front door opening. My mother came home, greeted us, and told me she forgot something. I went to the kitchen to talk to her, but I forget that my pants were unzipped. She told me to pull my pants back up, and said it was rude to stay like that while I have guessed if only she knew. I told her I was just getting dressed and we were going out, she told me to have fun and left back for work. The moment I went back to my room, I pulled my pants back down and slapped Jack’s face with my cock, he didn’t need a second invitation to put it in his mouth. We started to get undressed and ended up on the bed, in 69 with me on the bottom. He was sucking my cock, while jamming his down my throat. I was grabbing his ass while sucking, and my finger slowly started to move to his asshole. The moment I lightly touch it and try to push my finger inside, he jumped up and told me he is not into that, all the rest was fine but not that, so I told him to relax, before forcing him onto the bottom. We finished up pretty much at the same time, with him drinking most of my cum, before I turned around to him, and kissed him with his cum still in my mouth again. We started to make out with sperm-filled mouths, swallowing every last drop. After he said he liked the taste of my semen more, but I disagreed. We got dressed and went out.

                                                                                                                       

Saturday and Sunday we were both busy, and we didn’t have a free field for anything so the days were pretty normal. On Monday I was hoping something will happen. I normally masturbate at least once a day, but since last week, I decided I want something different. He didn’t have the time to meet up during the day, but we still saw each other in the evening. I was very horny now, and I could feel my ass itching, at first I thought this will be it, just a blowjob now and then to take the edge off, but now I was ready for more, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I knew he didn’t want anything near his ass, but what about if I offered mine. We were sitting on a bench talking when he once again started to ask me questions. I decided I want to admit some of the parts. So I asked him:

“Do you remember a few years back, with the flu “vacation”, how you jacked off in my bathroom with my mom’s shoes?”

“Yes I remember” – he replied. “Since then” – he asked.

“No not really, but after a while, after that, I was also bored of masturbation the same as you, and I started to search for new things. That is how I found gay porn, guys sucking each other cock, guys dressed as girls, girls with cock, and so on.  Then I started to read stories and forums about people’s experiences and I got curious. So I started to watch and read more and more. Then a few times after that every time I came I tried to taste my sperm, but I could not when I finally managed I didn’t like it at all, but after a few months I started to crave it again and I started to taste good. I even played with my anus, rubbing it with a finger or sticking a toothbrush inside.” – I explained.

“Really, do you like that? For me I don’t think will like it, the blowjob is one thing but this, not so much, and I still like chicks who don’t get me wrong, I still want to fucked so many of my girlfriends.” – he replied.

“Relax dude, me too. This is just something different I wanted to try and see if I like.”

“Do you think you would like want, to take a dick up the butt at some point?” – he asked.

“Yea, maybe I don’t know yet.” – I replied, hiding the fact that I have already fucked myself with a dildo several times, and I did enjoy it, not to mention all the girl clothes I wore.

We talked for a few more hours before going home. The next day I had to get up early since I was going out of town, so one more day when it will be dry for me.

The next night we texted and I invited Jack to come over the next day, I knew he was super horny and wanted to come over as well. At night in bed, I was thinking if I should do something more with him, maybe a little dress-up would help with the process. The next day he came over as agreed, fully expecting what will happen. We both knew it, and since we were both so horny, we got straight down to business. We were laying on the sides facing each other sucking each other cock. He came super-fast, I guess I’m better at blowjobs, but after he came he kept going, he kept sucking me off, which I didn’t expect to be honest I thought he will probably just finish me off with his hand. I was just enjoying his lips around my cock, and the taste of his sperm was still in my mouth when I felt him getting hard again. After he came I kept playing with his balls and cock, but didn’t expect him to get hard again so fast, well it’s not a good thing to waste an erection so I blow him one more time. Our experience so far was pretty good but I kept wanting more. And there were only 3 months before we went to college so I didn’t want to waste much time.

We could not meet on Thursday, which gave me more time to prepare for my Friday plans. I shaved my dick, ball, and ass, really good, picked up a little red thong, and black pantyhose, they were a little ripped but who cared, I didn’t have the bra to match the thong, it was more pink but still. I got a little white skirt, which didn’t fit, but I manage to put it on, and a small white tank top. I was looking at myself in the mirror, it wasn’t great, but if you looked from the shoulders I didn’t look bad, my face even shaved didn’t look anything like a girl, but that was the best I could do. None of my mother’s boots fit me, but I found a pair of high-heel-open shoes that will work, not that I needed them, but I wanted to get the full picture.

Friday came, and Jack came by around 11. We hang out for a bit before he asks me if want to do it again, but I told him I have a surprise today and for him to be patient. I was scared of us getting caught, it was one thing to be naked and if someone came home, we can put on a shirt and pants in a second we hear the door, and even if we had only pants on, not that weird, it was summer, but this, it took me 15 minutes to get dress and at least half of that to get undress, but the risk made it even more exciting. I figured the best time is between 13:00 and 15:00, it was not noon, and hopefully, no one will come home before 15:00. At precisely 13:00 I told him to relax and that I will be back in a few minutes, I had a surprise for him. He had no idea what to expect. I got dressed as fast as I could, so far so good. I told him to close his eyes, before walking into the room, you could even hear the heels while I walked into the room. I went to him and kissed him, while placing his hand on my waist, before telling him to open his eyes. He was stunned at the sight.

“What is that? What are you wearing?” – he asked while checking me up and down with his mouth open wide.

“Do you like it?”

“I loved it, it’s amazing, but what made you do this?” – he asked

“I will explain later for now, do you want to feel?” – asked him while touching my legs.

He just nodded and I went close to him. He was staring and touching my whole body, from my empty bra, down my ass, and slowing down my legs to my shoes. I even told him to kiss my toes which he did right away. He was sitting in a chair when I pushed him back and kneel in front of him. I took his t-shirt off and pulled his pants down, he was already hard. So I started to play with his cock, stroking it and sucking it softly.

“Do you like me like this? Dressed like a slut, eager for a cock.” – I asked.

“Yea, yea, yea.” – was the only thing he manage to say.

“Do you want to punish this bad girl; do you want to slap my ass?”

The moment I said it, he leans forward and started to slap my ass, hard. It felt nice and I tried to make the noise that a girl will make at that moment. I stood up, and step off the heels, they didn’t fit anyways, then I slide off the skirt which also didn’t fit well, exposing my ass. At that moment he realized that I was also wearing a thong, I stepped on the bed on all fours, ass facing him, before asking him to punish me some more. He came behind me and slapped my ass a few more times before I turned around and started to suck his cock again.

“So what do you think, you want to try it? – I asked.

“Try what he replied?” – he replied.

“My ass, do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

“Are you sure?” – he replied.

I stood up and went to my desk drawer, I took a bottle of lube and a condom from there. I gave him the condom and told him to put it on, before starting to pull down the pantyhose and panties. I went back to the bed, and he was next to it, struggling to put on the condom. I helped him, and then took the cock in my mouth again, I prefer it bare, but for the first time, I wanted all the lube I could get. I turned around and poured a bit of lube over my ass crack, and asked him to rub it in with his finger, slowly pushing it inside if he can. He started to rub it in on my hole gently all around the ring, before starting to push his index finger inside. It was a good amount of lube and I did practice with my vibrator the night before to get ready, so it went inside with no trouble, I then squirted some more lube on my ass and he again rubs it in and put 2 fingers inside this time. He was finger fucking my ass with both fingers for a few minutes, asking me if I’m all right and if it hurts. I told him it feels nice and to keep going. I was getting horny and hard from his fingers, so I raised, ass still toward him, pulled him close by his dick, put some lube on my hand, and rubbed it all over his cock, I put some more on my ass, and then positioned his dick behind me. I was on all fours and told him to go slow. His head was on my asshole, and he started to push slowly inside of me, even though my ass was ready and lubed up properly I still felt pain. But it wasn’t too bad, didn’t even realize he was already inside of me. He started to pull out but I told him to wait like that for a moment. It still felt a bit weird and there was pain, so I gently pulled the dick out of my ass and told him we will try another way. I told him to sit down, and then I mounted him face-to-face. I slid that cock inside of me slowly, and with his dick inside of me, I started to kiss him. Taking my mind off the pain for a moment helped, since only after a few minutes I started to go up and down on that cock. I was moving very slowly, the same way I used to do with the dildo, my hand was wrapped around him and I asked him if it feels good. He said that it was amazing, very tight, something he never felt before. This felt nice now, the cock inside of me, but I didn’t want to jump on it, I wanted him to fuck me, so I stood up, his cock falling out of my ass, and I stood again on all four on the bed, and told him to fuck me. He didn’t need a second invitation, he placed his dick again on my ass and started to push, slowly penetrating me. This is what I expected, this is what I craved. With every stroke I could feel him deeper inside of me, he was also picking up speed, holding me by the waist. I could feel my semi-hard cock dangling under me. I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of it, I was moaning so loud to the sound of his tights slapping my ass. I’m sure that at that moment if someone came home we would not notice, and at that moment I didn’t even care. I was stroking my cock almost ready to cum, when he pulled out and turned me over. He put my legs on his shoulders and started to fuck me like that. I was still moaning with every thrust, stroking my cock. After a few more strokes, he pulled out, took the condom off, and started to cum all over my body, some of it even reached my mouth. He collapsed next to me on the bed, while I was still stroking my cock, ready to cum any second now, covering myself with my cum as well.

I was laying on the bed next to him covered in cum, and didn’t have the strengths to was up, but I knew I had to. Before getting up I asked him:

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it, I want to fuck you again and again.”

“We can work with that I replied, before going to the bathroom.”

Later that day I explained to him how I dressed up, from where did I get the clothes, and so on. He was very excited about the opportunities that will come with this revelation.

This was my first time with Jack, and there was a lot that happened in the next few months, with a ton of surprises. If you enjoyed the story so far please keep reading it, even though it might not be so full of details. The second part of the adventure is going to be a bit different.

Elvin is waiting by the time I get up there. I do not need to see his chiseled jaw tense to know he is a motherfucker pissed. Elvin is impatient by nature and perfectly timed to a fault by sheer mechanics. He gives me a precise time to meet him up there, and I am running terribly late. Two minutes to be exact and counting. Seventeen minutes longer than my dominant bull should have to wait on his warm wet boi-cunt. Damn the elevators for acting up! Damn those many flights of stairs dashed up to make up for my slight delay. I am sweating and shivering cold by the blast arctic air that engulfs me. Still, I put on a smile for my stud, pretending to be oblivious to his growing contempt for my tardiness. With every poise step the closer I get to him, envelop in his cheap cologne, the more my feign mien become genuine.

“Bitch!” Here comes the verbal smackdown, him leaning against the car door. Arms folded tight legs cross cockily with a dark shoe on its tip atop the white stripe under the dim fluorescent light. “When I give you a time to show up, I expect your ass to show up on time!”

Bitch, my boy-cunt tingles violently. It naturally grows moist at the harsh sound of his rich deep bass and scolding arrogance.

Most boys cringe at the crass. Evocative of their fathers scolding them for liking cocks wedged down their throats. I am not most boys. Lewd is endearing to my lust, my hole. Mine is quite sensitive right now, waiting on this, waiting on him.

He wags his lone finger and tut-tuts. He sees where my hands are going. I want to touch my ass, my damp lewdness.

I love a man that keeps me in line—under his spell.

“Yes Papa.” I agree pinning my arms back to my side.

His arms come down and he gives a slight smirk that disappears into the murk around us. “At least you know how to follow those orders.”

I bite my inner cheeks. I cannot let him know I am glad I please him in this manner. I pray it is enough to win him over, to make him stay.

Boyfriends of the past have always treated me like the golden goose because I am beautiful and blonde with a thin almost statuesque frame and in exchange for a little slice of tight boi-cunt ever so often they allow me to treat them like shit on the sidewalk while giving me their money. Elvin is of a different breed. He fancies himself a different kind of man. He wants boi-cunt and throat whenever he wants boi-cunt and throat; on his time and on his watch. No room for compromise. Take his demand or leave it.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, bitch.”

I stifle my grid. I know I must be punished for showing up a minute late much less two. However, I cannot show I am going to enjoy the punishment that is sure to come. But I do. I start to get warm. I get turned on even more than I am standing there in front of him in nothing more than my undershirt and bikini briefs where the rest of my clothes, my belongings, left abandoned near the top of the stairwell.

I tuck my arms into my shirt and remove it showing off my smooth flat torso. Most guys instantly drool at the magnificent sight. Ogle at the possibility of sex, my small perky nipples.

Elvin is different. He is every much unimpressed.

“Tits. What good do they do me?” He uncrosses his legs. He shows me what I do for him when he flashes me the sizeable bulge in his black slacks.

I lick my lips. His cock has left me playing with my boi-cunt in the afterglow of our rendezvous many of nights. I swallow hard in anticipation. I swallow again in sheer clarity. I catch he isn’t in his security uniform tonight. He is wearing a sweater and a necktie, slacks and some really nice dress shoes. He must have something special plan.

“Get over yourself bitch.” Elvin deflates my romantic notions. I know then this getup is meant for her. Jolie, the girl he has been courting for months now. The girl he loves and says he wants to marry someday. Jolie is a fool saving herself for marriage. Elvin is a man with needs that need to be met now! I satisfy such needs every time he comes calling, even at this hour, before the stroke of midnight. “Get to it, bitch. Get to work!”

My boi-cunt pulses. “Yes Papi.”

I let my slip fall and step closer to him. He always chooses the best places out in the urban open for me to do this.  I reach for his belt. He catches my arm before I descend and pulls me in real close.

“Holiday.” Elvin whispers in my ear. This is the safe word for tonight.

New Year’s. Valentines. Memorial Day. Forth of July. Labor Day. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. I rattle in my mind. All holidays.

He gives me a word though there is really no point in remembering it. I don’t need it…but just in case.

He loses his grip. I reach again, further down on his waist this time. I unzip his slacks. His cock is rolling with heat behind his thermal boxer briefs. I get a hold of his cock behind the slit. His cock is big and incredible. It is far from long. It is instead very meaty with a heavy girth, like a rim-wide soda can needing to be gulped. I stroke his chunky cock to his delight and watch a sneaking smile creep behind his mouth. I do not need his facial flex to feel his tip drool across my fingertips.

“Yes, Papa.” I concede. I unbuckle his belt. Even more heat radiates.

I pull down his slacks and his boxer briefs and watch the infamous cock pop out at me like a diving board, stiff and out, while I descend onto my shins.

A vicious chill run through me. The concrete is awful and cold.

I snap back to when the stiffen tube swats me in the face. Left, right, and back against several times over with its slime smearing me.

“Get to work on your job bitch!” Elvin growls.

Bitch. There it goes again. Boi-cunt juices flowing.

Hypnotic, I catch his frank bait in my mouth and receive it hungrily. I steadily lap its continuing milky fizz. I look up at Elvin with a knowing smile knowing that I can never again look at a can of Red Bull the same. There is no effervescent drink like his.

I peel his weighed cock off my lips ever so slowly. I want him to hear it pop out of my mouth, just like he likes it. I kiss the big blunt head and encircle my tongue around the tight foreskin.

Most boys are embarrassed about giving head. Most look for the privacy of four walls. I look for open and apparent with hints of doom and gloom setting the mood. Elvin doesn’t disappoint. He delivers every time. Tonight, he chooses the staff parking deck of where I work. I find my position both scary and hot, knowing at any moment that one of my hospital colleagues might walk up on me giving the second-shift security guard a serious blowjob. I lick in earnest, his heavy balls, the crease of his groin, in grateful gratitude.

“Nah, nah, nah,” Elvin tut-tuts. “I need you to get on it, bitch. Pronto!”

I do like I did before and the many times before that. I swallow his cock as best I can and suck like I am on a mission from the god above. Elvin says if I want to be his bitch that he must treat me like his bitch. “Sweet boys can be dainty with dick. Fags you can throat fuck silly with it. You’re a sweet boy of incredible beauty no doubt, but as my bitch you must truly be a fag at heart.” I learn that day he was right. Sweet boys suck cock as an intimate act. Fags, as he calls them, suck dick like their lives depends on it. He teaches me the way of the fag using his beautiful peppercorn pipe.

His hand is firm against my head. Fingers rake in my head tugging me back and forth on his wiry crotch. He isn’t rough—yet. Elvin is taking his sweet time to get there, building momentum, a sustainable rhythm of lust. His breathing becomes shallow with every aggressive thrust. His body quivers, shaking slightly with the sensation of me sucking him off.

I got the best of him. I laugh in my head.

I feel beyond his lewd labels. I magically adopt my own in the moment, those lewd names, and things I think of lying in bed playing with myself. I am his cocksucking bitch, and I love every second of it and so does my boi-cunt.

Sweat pours off him and mists onto me. He is close. He is too proud to admit it with words, but he is. His cock becomes more rigid.

He refuses I get the best of him this way. He holds my nose closed and rides my face with his thick bludgeon. I gag. I gurgle. He is not quite satisfied. Not even when I bubble back on him with thick sputum.

“C’mon, bitch, suck this dick!” He holds my head against his plunging force. “That’s it! Suck my dick! That’s my bitch! That’s it! Fuck!”

He grunts. He groans. He comes.

I am left to pool and swallow his cock slaver with excess dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. Still, I try my very best to clean up the mess I made.

He takes a deep breath after a long pause, and then growls, “Bitch.”

He wants me on my feet.

I move to them with pubic floss jammed between my teeth. I forget the cold of the concrete until my soles meet them again. Awful cold.

“Knees.” Elvin orders no sooner than he can study the remains of his work painted on my face.

I move back into place. I almost let out a smile. His cock isn’t getting sleepy.

“Belt.”

I pull his belt through its loops and hand it over to him.

He folds it in half and places it on the hood.

“Feet.” He growls loosening his necktie from his collar.

I move back to my feet again. Our eyes don’t have time to meet before he spins me around and in one effortless stroke blindfolds me with his necktie. I heard the belt buckle slide off the hood. I feel his strong hands clasp my shoulder and turn me somewhat. The leather strap strikes my ass quick and hard. I brace the hood in front of me. I know better than to let anything more a muffle yelp.

“Stay there.” He barks.

I feel him take his rightful place behind me.

Elvin is full of surprises. He is an unwavering man taking what he wants when he wants it. I expect that to be my boi-cunt around his cock. I receive two fingers he willfully pushes inside of me instead. I gasp. My boi-cunt and its creamy juices are already saturating his fingers.

“You’ve been ready for this all day, huh?”

He moves his fingers seductively, taking his sweet precious time roaming around down there. I tingle. I am awash in embarrassment. Already I hear his fingers and my juices making a wet sloshing noise. I am opening. I am so enraptured at his touch I am almost caught off guard by his transition from those fingers to his thumb caressing the edge of my prostate. He moves his thumb further in. I clench my teeth as he finds an even more wonderful spot up there to toy with. 

I shudder. I want to be for it. I don’t. I can’t. I already drunk his load and let him blindfold me in a dark parking lot.

“Difficult bitch, huh?” He slaps my ass with his hands. One smack louder than the other and the other and then another…then another.

“Oh god!” I finally concede when he reaches with his lewd hand from my crack down to pat my sloppy wet boi-cunt. “Papa, I need your dick up in me!”

He pretends not to hear me. I hear a stifle of my own cry whip around the concrete corner.

“Keep leaned. Rise a little. Arms over to the sides.” Elvin commands.

I oblige.

I am caught between standing and falling. I wait. I hear the snap of leather come around me and straddles my waist. He pushes me forward, giving me permission to brace the hood again. Palms down the precise moment he enters me.

Oh. Oh shit!

Elvin is neither gentle nor kind as he is a man on the take ploughing invasion. He makes sure I take the girth of his full circumference and the incredible inches that follows suit. He holds me steady with his belt. I feel full, tight. With every second, my juices become my friend. He becomes easier for my boi-cunt to digest. I puff a sigh of relief. My walls, my gush push him out. He shifts and takes control again. He rides me. I moan, and he continues pounding. Tears swell my eyes. Roars escape my throat. I come. I come. I can’t take it no more! Oh god!

“Holiday” races across my mind finally. The forbidden word.

“Do you feel you need a ‘holiday,’ bitch?” Elvin bucks harder reading my mind.

His pace is fierce. I claw the hood, bracing for another shattering orgasm. It is metal and paint and screeches and scrapes as I try.

I come a third time, stronger than the first two come. He grunts violently.

“I can’t hold off! I can’t hold off! Oh, bitch!”

There goes my boi-cunt again. Lewd it’s “on” word. Wet isn’t even a viable synonym anymore. He drops the belt and steadies my waist for balance.

He growls a guttural cry. I hear a small thud where my juices and his come meet.

We pant and sweat and eventually get back to the cold and drab surrounding us. Elvin pulls out and pulls up his pants.

He smacks my ass once more for the road. “Grab your keys and nothing else.”

I look back at him casually fixing himself back up.

I walk over there to the stairwell. I grab my keys out of my pocket and nothing else and come back to my car which he is still leaning against. He moves aside so I can climb in. I want to sit there and look at him. He disappears up the slope before I get a chance. I start up my car. I feel his cum oozing out of me onto my driver’s seat. I smile. I look forward to keeping him waiting longer next time. I like having a man like him so whipped.