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After talking things through with Bec, I’m still none the wiser on why Jack and Corey are still so close and what their connection actually is because I just get the sense that it is a lot more than being mates with your brother’s best mate.

I head to bed and let it go because it is probably nothing to bother myself with given that thinking about it obsessively is just going to stress me out and not enjoy the break that I’m trying to give myself.

The next few days are just pretty relaxed with the heat at its searing worst meaning that nobody is really in the mood to do anything at all. Mum finally does organise the family dinner and to her credit for a change, it is a pretty relaxed situation though I think that it’s too hot for any fights to start although the tension with Jack is especially noticeable.

Heading back to Bec’s, Jase has hit the bed as soon as we get home seeing he has an early start in the morning so I’m left up with Bec.  “Hey, I was thinking that I head down to the city probably on Wednesday, I’ve been having so much fun here but I think Jack’s really at the point of snapping and I wanna help him,” I say not sure how Bec is going to feel.

Bec sits there nodding “Yep that’s cool, we can still do everything we want for sure,” she says as I nod in agreement knowing that deep down she probably would have wanted me to stay here a bit longer. As I sit there with Bec, I look across at her and smirk “You know what we haven’t done yet?” I say as she thinks for a moment before she just shakes her head.

“Not a chance in hell, I specifically do not own or even play that game ever these days especially after World Wars 4, 5, 6, 7 & 8 to say the least” Bec just rolls her eyes as I go to my room and get the game out of my bag.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me, Blake… you are such a big nerd” Bec can’t control herself laughing as I put travel Scrabble onto the table. “Did you bring that solely just for me?” she asks as I shake my head because I always take it with me.

“Nah, I always have it in my bag when I have to travel away to meet regional affiliates, I don’t want to stick my nose in a screen again” Bec nods and reluctantly agrees to play with me and warns me not to use made up words in her opinion which are actually all totally legit words.

Playing with Bec is fun and I miss these opportunities we have even though she accuses me of cheating at least three times even after proving the words are legitimate.

The next day Bec, Ava and I head out to go Christmas shopping “Do you need to buy Christmas presents now that you are here or what are you just going to give the one person you drew and only give them the gift”. I know that Bec is only asking because I send her the same thing across every year from America and she absolutely loves it.

“I know exactly why you brought up that question and you don’t need to worry, Sophie has it all handled, it’s wrapped and sent” she smiles and hugs me in the middle of the electronics shop.

Looking around, Bec notices me looking at a lot of the homewares stuff and starts to ask the question before I shut her down. “The answer is we’ll see and will be until I make my mind up” listening to my answer Bec just nods and even to me that sounded like a way of saying yes without actually giving the answer that I think she wants to hear and that I want to say.

The last few days have actually seen me thinking a lot about moving back and thinking about Corey and how we felt together and feeling how alone Jack is right now and then the proximity to the family especially with Ava growing up and everything like that. I know that Bec is wanting to keep pressing me on the issue but she leaves it because she knows that pushing me isn’t the way to go about things.

Finishing shopping, I’ve managed to buy myself some new clothes and some extra things to store with Corey for a while which could give anyone the assumption that I plan on moving back to Australia. Realising that I need to let Corey know that Jack’s gonna stay I ring him to tell him or more to just hear his voice at the moment.

“Yo Blakey boy, what’s happening?” he says in his cheerful way that always puts a smile on my face.

“Not a lot bro, I’m gonna head to the apartment tomorrow but I was wondering if it would be cool if I have someone stay with me for a while if not the whole time I’m staying there,” I say as hear some initial hesitation in Corey’s voice.

“Well depends, I mean I would love to stay with you that whole time but do….” I laugh and stop him midway through the sentence “You really have some tickets on yourself don’t you, thinking I want to live with you already so soon” I say as we both laugh as I tease him.

“Oh wow, pushing me away already for a new guy… that’s fine I guess” I just shake my head as he is teasing me back thinking that he’s funny when really he’s far from it.

“Will you shut up for two minutes, it’s Jack, he just needs some space from my parents and apparently you might know something about that” Corey goes silent on the other end of the line which confirms that there might be more than just the casual run-in’s that I’ve been told about.

“Ah yeah, no problems man, I can get that organised and get an extra card and code done for him which is easy enough,” he says as I toss up whether to bring up what is going on between them but decide that it might be better to leave it for now.

That night is pretty chilled as I know Bec wanted extra time staying with me but as I keep reminding her it’s not like I’m back halfway around the world and instead just closer to the city which in itself could be easier to get to America at times with Sydney’s transport and roads.

The next morning, Bec insists that we go out for breakfast which we do and I get that this breakfast outing is a way of buttering me up so that she can get some more information about Jack.

“How did it all go down with Mum about Jack coming to stay with you in the city? I just shrug as Bec asks because Jack told me to leave it up to him to tell her everything about what is going on and him coming to stay with me.

“Don’t know, I asked Jack if he wanted me to talk to her but he said he had it all control” I look at Bec and very quickly know that she like me thinks that wasn’t the smartest idea ever. “I know what you are thinking but we can’t solve this battle between them, I know we both love Jack and Mum and really don’t want this friction, but this has to be figured out by them”.

Bec reluctantly nods at me and I know that she wants to deal with this as much as I do but thinking about it, there isn’t much that we can do other than just giving them the space to figure things out if they can do that.

Heading home, I pack up most of my stuff and put it in the hire car before deciding to head to my parent’s place early because even though Jack doesn’t finish work until 3 pm, I just want to see and talk to Mum about things for a little bit.

“Blake, how good to see you, I thought you wouldn’t be around until later when Jack finished” Mum is excited to see me as she hugs me tightly and tries to get me to eat something which I don’t really need having just eaten before leaving Bec’s.

I know that behind Mum’s excitement she is going to try and get information out of me or get me to try to convince Jack to change his mind which I’m not going to do at all because Jack is an adult that can make his own decisions.

“So what are you boys planning on doing?” Mum asks as I know that she is trying to bait me into what she wants to know. “No idea, we are just going to chill out, give Jack a break from the stress of uni and work plus just hang out like old times” I don’t l know if Mum necessarily likes my answer at all but she knows not to change my mind, though she still thinks that she can control Jack’s.

I’m there for about an hour before Jack gets home and I truly see how frosty things have become with Jack barely acknowledging my mother as he hugs me before he heads upstairs to have a shower and get changed to go.

“Maybe you can find out what is going on? He’s just so different to what he used to be, throwing away everything” Mum is again trying to guilt trip me into giving her what she wants as I just shrug my shoulders.

“Jack is an adult and you’ve just got to respect that if he is going to make mistakes then he has to learn from them and honestly sometimes you just need a break” Mum just nods as Jack has already changed and got his bags packed and is ready to go.

“I’m good to go, bro, talk to you soon Mum,” he says rather coldly but at least they hug and sort of depart on good terms which is a positive sign that they can fix things up.

The drive down to the city is pretty chilled, we just sit there listening to the radio because the last thing that I want to do is push him too hard on everything and he knows that he can tell me whatever he wants at his own time. We get to the place and Jack is absolutely amazed by it all “Holy shit, you cannot be serious that this is the place?” he says as I nod and wander around putting my stuff in my room.

“Corey’s coming around tonight to give you another keycard to get in or out,” I say as there isn’t too much reaction to his name which doesn’t tell me at all about what happened between those two.

“How much do you want from me for all this?” he asks as I shake my head to tell him nothing which Jack tries to argue but as I explain to him with Corey not charging me, I’m certainly not going to take Jack’s money.

Jack is unpacking his stuff because he is the most organised person in the world and even on overnight stops he struggles to live out of a bag or suitcase and needs to put stuff away. While he is unpacking, I text Corey to see what time he is coming around if he is tonight and does he want me to order food for him.

“Yeah I’m coming, it’s all good because I’ll grab dinner for all of us,” he says as I go in and tells Jack the situation as he finishes unpacking the bags. “Yeah sweet, can I use the shower bro?” I nod and give him some space to have the shower but notice how intricate and detailed his tatts actually are and how much effort he went into planning them out.

Jack’s in the shower for only a few minutes before coming out with a towel barely covering anything as I look him up and down and wondering where my skinny little bro went especially as we work out that he is taller than me these days.

Jack doesn’t bother getting dressed as he stands on the balcony as even though it’s wrong, I can’t help but imagine what’s behind the towel and how physical it could get with those muscles he has now as well.

I’m trying hard to not focus on looking at Jack so that I don’t hear Corey come in “Damn that’s a view and a half” he says as he startles me as he laughs hard when I jump.

“Fuck man, I didn’t hear you come in,” I say as Corey puts the food on the bench as I decide to ask him about Jack while he is still outside. “I want you to be honest with me and there’s no judgment at all but what went on with you two and don’t say you are just mates because I’ve worked out that it’s a lot more than that,” I say putting Corey on the spot but before he can answer Jack walks in and would create an awkward atmosphere if he answered me right now.

“Sup bro, long-time no see,” Jack says as I sit there trying to work out if that’s accurate or not but without evidence otherwise it’s hard to say.

Jack goes into his room and puts on a pair of shorts that probably cover less than what the towel does but it’s better than eating dinner with the towel on although the level of cover would probably be less. The three of us enjoy the food and any awkwardness that was there has long gone so I probably make the dumb decision of trying to bring up the topic again.

“So what’s the real story between you two?” I ask as they look at me with confused looks on their faces “Don’t sit there looking confused, I dated and slept with you” I say pointing to Corey alluding to the fact that I know when he is lying to me.

“And you, I’m your brother and I can read you like a book especially when you are hiding something or lying to me,” I say as they both nod and have a strange smiles on their faces as they look at each other.

Neither of them knows what to say and I know that I probably shouldn’t have brought it up but the last thing I want is there to be any more awkwardness between Corey and Jack because they will be around each other quite often and then if I do decide to get back with Corey, I don’t want their pasts ruining things.

“After Uni when I didn’t feel like going home, I would bump into Corey at the Goldmark after he got back from America and we would just chill together watching footy and just chatting because even though we did work together we never got to hang out because he was always off somewhere” Jack is pretty open about their friendship but still won’t go into details as I don’t know whether I want more now or not because I assumed something happened between them.

“Look there’s nothing going on between us,” Corey says as I realise how much of a jealous bitch that I must have sounded like when I was all the questions that I did. “Let’s forget I asked, it’s none of my business,” I say as we go back to the chilled dinner and hang out for a while before Corey shows us a surprise that is a Playstation 5.

We all play for a while before Corey heads home and I go have a shower before going to crash on the bed for a little while. I’m sitting on my bed just in my sleep shorts, scrolling through on Instagram when Jack walks in knocking on the door ‘Hey bro, can we talk for a few minutes?” he asks as I nod.

“Yeah bro, always,” I say as he sits next to me and glances at my Instagram feed which admittedly is not very exciting at all.

Jack looks at me up and down “About Corey and me” he says as I put my hand up to tell him not to worry about it. “Don’t worry, it’s none of my business and I shouldn’t have asked anything, I’m just sounding like a jealous bitch”

Shaking his head, Jack looks at me “Nah, I bought it up initially when I said had he told you and all that” I sit there nodding knowing that talking about your sexuality doesn’t come easy for anyone but especially for Jack it’s something that doesn’t come easy.

“After you guys had the situation, we stayed in touch because we were working together still for my work experience hours for my degree but as I said we would see each other at the Goldmark and just chill together,” he says as I realise that maybe these feelings of Corey’s engagement were there long before we saw each other.

“We would talk nothing more just like mates venting shit to each other but then after he got back from America, we would catch up more and that’s where stuff began to happen because I opened up and after a few drinks we went back to his place and things just went from there” I nod not really worried about how it happened but now just more curious about Jack’s sex life even if it’s a little weird knowing about your little brother’s sex life.

“So was Corey… you know?” I ask as Jack punches me hard knowing what I meant by the question. “Fuck no, I’ve been with guys way before Corey came in different parts of me,” he says as we both laugh and I prompt him for more information.

“I’ll tell you everything if you tell me,” Jack says as I shrug and laugh in total agreement that we are going to share everything with each other, no matter how weird it got.

Sitting there, Jack starts to tell the story “Remember when Mum and Dad went up to Coffs Harbour for Aunt Claire’s 50th and I was staying with you guys?” I sit there nodding remembering that I had used having uni and working as an excuse not to go and the fact that Corey and I had concert tickets.

“So remember when we went to the Goldmark and had fun together watching the footy before you guys went to the concert?” I nod my head remembering everything about that night. “So remember I was talking to that dude with the blonde hair and the nose ring?” I think about it and nod my head not exactly remembering the guy at all but just remembering that Jack was talking to the guy.

“So after you guys left and sent me back home, I had his number and so he came over and…” I laugh for a minute because I had told Corey that I thought there was someone else in Jack’s room that night and he never believed me because in the morning the guy was gone.

Jack continues with his story “Well we were having a good time chatting and when you guys went to the concert I didn’t really want to end the night, so he came around”. Jack has a smirk on his face and I think talking about his first time is getting him more excited.

“It wasn’t necessarily to have sex or anything but just chill out together and play video games which we did but then we started to watch a movie, cuddled up and went from there” Jack sits there and closes his eyes as he starts to remember what happened.

My eyes are wide open as Jack tells me and I mean everything as hell tells me about the first time that he had sex and I can’t believe how much detail he went into and even then that the was such a dominant force in the bedroom first time round especially given how nervous I was the first few times.

“He did know how old you were right?” I say Jack just shrugs his shoulders at me. “I told him I was 18, he believed me and that’s all that he needed to know,” I say as I roll my eyes knowing that Jack was not 18 at all at that point and trying to remember when it happened, he probably wasn’t even 17 at that point with the other guy being at least 20 or 21.

Turning towards me, Jack nudges me “Alright your turn” I try my best to get out of it especially given that Jack gave me so many details that I wasn’t expecting and that I’m not even sure if I’m comfortable talking in that much detail.

“After what you told me, that’s surely enough for tonight” I look at Jack almost pleading for information as I roll my eyes and relent because I did promise him that I would tell him something.

“Fine, you’re not getting the overshare that you were willing to give,” I say as Jack pouts and as I look at him I’ve got to put out of my mind how hot and good-looking he is these days. Talking about my love life and sex life is weird enough with my friends as it is and then with Bec it’s weirder again and although Jack has known about me and Corey together for quite a while, it’s still so weird talking to him about it.

Jack stops for a minute “Alright how about a compromise, tell me what happened between you and Corey because I’ve never actually known what you two had going on

“Well you know about me and Corey and what I guess you can call it dating, but it was nothing serious because we wanted different things in the relationship because we were exclusive but he didn’t see a long-term romantic future together but saw it more as a sex thing and that at the end of the day he wanted to get married to a girl,” Jack sits there nodding his head as he didn’t realise how serious things were on my end of what happened.

The Great Count of Morego stood silently over the forlorn body, still gracious in admiring its firm stocky muscles as the unique but handsome being slept soundlessly at The Count’s sizeable feet.

The Count and his many guardsmen laid the hairless creatures with the large glowing white wings in the middle of the garden, under the moonlit stars. The Count desired a chance of scenery for the human-like creature he had christened Angelwings, an unusual being he had under lock and key for several months he kept hidden in a secluded chamber not far from the dungeon of the sprawling manor. The Count believed, with the festivities going on over in the nearby rolling hills the gray ambiguous skin covering the beast was more becoming of the night.

It was where The Count came across Angelwings for the very first time, at night, and in that particular garden. The Count was on his way to make good use of the young farmhands that doubles as lowly hustlers after the harvest moon in the nearby local villages. During at which time as The Count was leaving the chateau, his eye caught a shimmering flash of light dance down from the heavens above. The Count was anxious to ignore such a spectacle. His dark nature was throbbing at full staff, with the knowledge that somewhere out there in the nearby villages was an untouched peasant lad awaiting the nightly thrust of his doleful spear and viscid semen. He was very much undeterred until, from his angle, in the front, he saw the dash of light was moving towards the back of his manor.

The Count was concerned about his home, but not enough to change his plans, as he sent his servants to check the interior of the chateau for fire or any other indicators of a meteorite (meteor showers were prevalent in the area). As the Count waited to hear word back from the house, he snuck off into the courtyard of the midnight garden where he went to retrieve a boxed kit he kept in a bench for the nights he went out to seek the hustlers.

The Count was fortunate to come across the box, and in the nearby distance was Angelwings, naked, sprawled out on the ground, mildly disoriented.

The Count, though a tall heavy black man with a thick manicured goatee framing his supple lips, stood cautiously over the enormous being trying his hardest to reconcile its human-like features against his large spanning wings cropping out of his back and dull gray skin.

Oddly enough, not knowing whether the creature was a human in disguise or some kind of celestial being, The Count was nevertheless pleased with his universal looks. He sensed the feeling was quite mutual, with a look of pure lust burning red in the creature’s black eyes. Yet, The Count was unsure if he should indulge his perverse fantasies with Angelwings as he feared Angelwings might cause harm to him if the being were to reject him or his advances.

“Count,” The Count heard a voice called from the front of the manor. “Count!”

The Count, a usually calm and calculated man, suddenly became flustered, not knowing if moving the creature on his own might or might not be a wise move.

“There you are Count.” Dukor, a stout oatmeal-colored youthful-looking manservant appeared naked out of the chateau in a hurry towards His Count and the garden. “Morrow,” the head house servant, “has been looking all over for you. The manor is clear. Your chariot awaits you.

“Damn, the chariot,” The Count barked angrily at the only man he had ever truly trusted, knowing exactly what needed to be done in a secretive short period of time as The Count bent over to help the creature upright. “I need you to help me get this inside.”

Dukor, absolutely stumped in figuring out what “it” was, obliged by helping The Count lead the docile being into a room off the stairwell before descending totaling into the dark unexplored dungeon. It was there The Count and Dukor suspended the body of Angelwings in cuffs for both men to admire his flesh and strength.

“He’s quite exotic yet traditionally good-looking.” Dukor commented, with a fine mat of thick hair coving the front of his flat belly and spreading across his square chest.

“I agree…that is why it will be your job to stay in here and get him prepared while I am gone.”

“Gone where?” Dukor asked in an attempt to stop himself from getting the words out, knowing full well he was in no position to question the count of the manor.

“That, my boy, is none of your concern where I’m heading off to.” The Count offered offended.

At that late of hour, Dukor already knew his beloved count was primed to go into the village and satisfy his sexual appetite.

An insatiable need Dukor often felt he felt short of sating.

Dukor with his porksword dangling long and soft between his leonine thighs was more than a domestic servant to The Count. His roles included trusted confidant and submissive sex slave, being used at any given whim, without refusal, to pacify any perverse act The Count felt the need to inflict on him.

“Too bad for you,” Dukor offered to Angelwings after The Count retreated into the village. “After The Count has had his way with the man-whores that litter the back alleys, he will return refreshed and ready to reignite his fire at your expense.”

Dukor spent several minutes studying Angelwings intensely, as a whole, as the being hung off the wall. But Dukor soon found he had to stop short of drooling over the spitting cobra lazily nestled between his legs.

Without thinking, Dukor reached over for it, grabbing hold to it as if it was his own, slowly stroking it until it was hard and pointing straight forward.

“Feeling nice?” Dukor asked to the mounting backdrop of the elated whimpers coming from the captive.

Dukor descended onto his knees and onto the stone floor, holding the long-heated dick to his puckered lips. He stuck out his tongue, coating and massaging the fat mushroom head with tender swabs of saliva, eventually swallowing the large monster whole. It would have been a feat for anybody, but Dukor had long learned the secret of relaxing his tongue and opening his throat to yield to a hefty dick.

Dukor was impressed.

Not only of himself, but at the beast, that could hold out longer than The Count usually could, and that Angelwings dare tasted like the salty flesh of His Count.

Dukor began to suck even more furiously, closing his throat at certain places, hoping Angelwings willed his way to orgasm—if a creature like him could.

At last, in the mist of Angelwings growling in pleasure, Dukor felt the usual swelling of an already swollen dick in his mouth. And just as it was about to erupt, Dukor pulled his lips off him—a luxury The Count never granted him—and watched the powerful jets of creamy white stuff fly where it may, as Dukor listened to Angelwings pant.

“Thought I was going to drink your seed?” Dukor rose to his feet and asked with one of the smuggest looks a dastardly servant could even give. “There is a saying it is better to have had than lost than to never have had at all. Once, you had freedom out there. Then, to your dismay, The Count found you out there and now all you will ever know is pure hell. And as a parting gift to an even great gift you lost, I just released you of your final act of sheer pleasure.

Dukor walked over to a nearby table equipped with several small drawers. It was there, out of one of them, he pulled out an abnormally huge lifelike, two-toned black flesh colored dildo with a large helmet head and a thick skin covering otherwise deep veins running along the shaft with two-oversized orbs trapped in the loose folds of a sac. And out the other drawer, Dukor pulled out a small jar of off-white cream.

“You like?” Dukor asked, taking the stuff from the jar and smearing it onto the faux penis. “I made it from hardened gelatin and colored it to perfection using the soil and flowers from the gardens. Of course, it took me many of tries with the hardened gelatin, the coloring, and the carving to produce such a specimen.”

Dukor sat it on the table and walked over to the other side of the room where he gauged a small freestanding table stand against the waist of Angelwings floundering in the distance, trying to break free of the strains that were keeping him suspended.

“I take it you know what will come next, I see. Telling me you’ve had something up that gray bung of yours before?”

Dukor went about his business, taking the small table and sliding it behind Angelwings who was kicking violently to no good use. He was too far off the wall with the table directly behind him to do anything. The best he could do was bump against it from time to time, hitting it to his hurt and annoyance rather than knock it over.

“You tired yourself out, I see.” Dukor sated after Angelwings subsided in flailing his lower limbs.

Dukor went back over to the table with the drawers and pulled out another jar and a cloth, covering the cloth with the jar, and came behind Angelwings, moving the freestanding table over to the side, placing it over his nose and mouth.

Being that Angelwings appeared to be hanging like a bat sleeping upright, Dukor knew better. He knew from experience the beast and his other sense were keen and wide awake, if not heightened by the sudden droopiness of his heavy eyes and the temporary paralysis of his strong limbs.

“My Count asked me to prepare you for him…and that is exactly what I plan on doing.” Dukor said, standing behind the captive with the greased dildo.

Dukor teased Angelwings with the huge thing, sliding it up and down his crack and teasing at his entrance, letting Angelwings know that insertion was only a moment away. Dukor took one hand spreading open his butt checks to get an exact location of his ground zero, as he began to push the slimy thing into the strange being. Angelwings was stubborn at first, as much as a sleeping hole could be, before Dukor unyieldingly rammed the dildo into him in one vicious thrust. In spite of the sedative, Angelwings jumped and yelped while Dukor slid the table underneath him to hold the dildo in place.

“If you think this is cruel and unusual, The Count has a true sense of hell to offer.”

Dukor was right. The Count came home, and he worked over his newly awakened conquest. He began moving Angelwings from his suspended state to the large slab table, placing his arms in retrains next to his body and bound his poor legs and feet to two separate planks connected to the table, like fingers to a hand. The Count initiated Angelwings into his world by covering the heavenly creature from head to toe in his post-nutt piss stored from the fourth hustler he had mastered that night. The Count used some of the acrid liquid and started to rub it around the recently unplugged, still-lubed hole

Despite the dildo, his hole snapped back into a tight puckered mystery. The more The Count was able to work his hole open the more fingers he was able to thrust into him until he had his full hand inside of him, trusting and turning it with deep sobs of exhale coming from his winged captive creature.

It was on the brink of being uncontrollable sobs when The Count offered his forearm, causing sweat to roll off of man and beast as Angelwings started to breathe harder and deeper with each invading inch, squeezing harder and tighter than ever before. And as The Count took the harsh role as his bully, punching in and out of his insides, Angelwings began to find a reluctant pleasure in his searing pain causing a flurry of distaste and confusion when he came again.

…and that was just the beginning.

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Many of seasons had come and gone. The Count had meticulously molded Angelwings to subject to his perverse whims. And whenever The Count felt Angelwings had become too comfortable in conforming to his deepest darkest desires, The Count found a way to muster many more deviant impulses.

The Count was in the throws of passion one night with Angelwings, ramming his large schlong between the whimpering lips of Angelwings’ quivering butthole when their entire world was shattered. Dukor had come in, interrupting their tryst to announce that the region was under siege by the neighboring countrymen. Up until then, it had been many days since Dukor had laid eyes on Angelwings, who he had graciously befriend over the months, frequently bathing him and taking care of his own otherwise deprived carnal desires whenever The Count left the chateau for any substantial amount of time.

The Count did not act to kindly to this news. Not of the pending war of the land, but to a mere manservant interrupting him in his rhythm and stride. The Count scolded Dukor, pulling out of Angelwings to strike the manservant with his hand over and over again. It wasn’t uncommon for The Count to strike Dukor, in private or in public, but this time The Count was relentless in knocking Dukor down onto his knees.

“You stupid, stupid, degenerate!” The Count gnarled after one of his blows caused Dukor’s nose to bleed. “Come here little fuck! This will teach you to interfere with Your Count.”

The Count then grabbed Dukor by the strains of his short, cropped hair and forced his mouth onto his groin.

It was practically unbearable to hear the demonic gurgling filling the room, with Dukor gagging and choked on it, trying to breathe for his dear life. For a short while after, it looked as if Dukor stopped breathing as The Count held him by the throat with both hands, offering only the sound of his dick working over his wet open mouth, fucking it until he came—finally letting go of his chokehold.

As all this was going on, Angelwings’ was bound to the slab, trying to free his limbs. Though there was nothing new or peculiar about the way The Count acted, especially towards him, Angelwings was disgusted by the way it looked when he was inflicting it on someone else for the very first time. Angelwings was enraged, attempting to break out of his restraints and help his friend. And then something wonderful happened.

Instead of breaking through the restraints like he wanted, Angelwings had melted through them, still leaving the cuffs intact. He soon realized this and got up. Rather than walking over to him, though, like he thought he could, he flew over to The Count, who had already begun his second round of assaults on Dukor.

The scuffle was brief. It appeared, at first, Angelwings was overpowering the man that had violated him for many months but was quickly subdued by his larger-than-life wings fluttering about in a relatively small room. The Count grabbed Angelwings by the cusp of his pinion and manhandled him into the stone wall. In an even quicker effort, The Count grabbed a nearby sedative and threw it into Angelwings’ face, soon weakening the raging beast.

The Count, though private about his dealings in that particular room and in the nearby dungeon, called for his guardsmen to haul the sleeping creature back out into the midnight garden.

It was out there The Great Count of Morego stood over his forlorn body, still a great admirer of his stocky muscularity that made up the winged beast he called Angelwings, with a silver sword in his hand. He couldn’t live with an unruly subject. Yet, he couldn’t dispose of him in the chateau because blood and death was an unbearable stench to get rid of, something of an unfortunate experience The Count knew all too well.

The Count had his sword in hand ready to dole out death when Dukor grew a conscious and interfered once more. The Count paused on his behalf, as it appeared he was contemplating his words, before Dukor felt the wrath of The Count swinging his sword at him. He was startled his beloved count would turn on him so easily after so many years together. Even more damning was that the guards Dukor had befriended over the years stood by idly, like he was some sort of sworn enemy of The Count. Dukor understood they were men of The Count, hired to defend him at all costs but, he had shared so much of his adult life with them, and the bonds that came with growing together, he thought it meant something. Especially since with him and the beast out of the way, it meant The Count was more likely to pursue the hunky men to quench his sexual thirst.

Dukor was backed into a corner against the chateau with the guardsmen surrounding him and The Count swinging his blade at him. The Count was about to plunge for the merciless kill when Dukor saw the man he saw as his master and torturer eyes bulge out his socket, with death at his back. For it was. Angelwings had grabbed a dagger from an unbeknownst guard and stabbed The Count with it, causing him to stagger wildly before ultimately falling to the ground.

And before the guards could intervene, Angelwings grabbed Dukor and flew off towards the moon and landed in a densely wooded area on the other side of the rolling hills.

“You killed him.” Dukor said trembling the moment he had both feet on the ground.

Angelwings looked down upon Dukor, fully taking in the significance in their respective heights. While it didn’t easily permit, Angelwings leaned forward and kissed Dukor. And in spite of the vertical awkwardness the kiss felt natural on both parts, with each hungry mouth wanting more of the other. Angelwings then took Dukor by his solid middle and straddled him to his waist, slowly entering into his seasoned abyss. Dukor began to groan instantly the more his moistened hole began to become more impaled on the dick, twisting roughly for his pleasure. Angelwings met his mouth, withdrawing entirely and the pushing back in. The more Dukor panted and moan the more Angelwings pumped into him with even greater fervor. Eventually the sensation became too much, leaving Angelwings to buy his long-yearning seeds into the now former manservant.

Angelwings was heavily spent, waiting for the swelling inside of Dukor to subside before pulling out, and helping him to the ground.

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As Angelwings awoke groggily and heavily spent on the ground from their tryst, his eyes awoke to Dukor standing over him with a sword.

“You were sweet, but I must avenge my lover.”

It was a beautiful evening. Not too hot. Bit of a breeze off the lake. I sat on the bench overlooking the paved path that wound its way along the shoreline of the water, darkness swallowing up the day.

Summer was almost over. At just 26, I was now dating a woman and contemplating marriage and settling down. I had loved a man deeply and then lost him to a tragic event. I had fucked my way around Europe afterwards. Then loved again only to be left hurt and disappointed. Too many men, too many feelings, and too many heartbreaks. I was desperate to have that relationship again, to be so in love with a man who loved me back like I had with Joe. But it wasn’t happening. I couldn’t find the one again. No one was ever good enough to be Joe.

I figured marrying a woman would cure that. Or at least numb the pain.

I met Allie through a group of friends when I had returned from Europe. She was a smart girl with a unique laugh and eyes that seemed to dig into me. I was attracted to her, and loved the sensation of sliding into her at long last. Falling for her was easy. She made me forget everything. I was becoming someone different.

Yet here I am, in the night, sitting on a park bench in a spot I know as a cruising area. Looking for something else that will catch my eye, wondering if I could keep my urges at bay. Because even with Allie, opportunities continued. Encounters tempted me.

And I kept giving in.

Allie and I had been dating for almost a year. She had a strong tight knit group of friends, and as we matured and began careers, our lives slowed down from partying to evenings in. I was living on my own, in my own apartment just outside of the downtown area. Allie still lived with her parents, so she spent a lot of time at my place. We spent a lot of time hanging out, watching movies, and having a few of her girlfriends over as I was the only one with a place of my own. Her best friend Jill had just started dating a guy, Justin. We hadn’t met, but Jill was smitten with him, describing him as a buff guy with a great sense of humour much like me. Jill was a cute little thing, very bubbly and kept Allie in line. I always thought of Jill as someone who would attract a nerdy guy, so when she told me Justin had bigger arms than me, I was suddenly very interested in meeting this guy. I had been so good for so long, devoted to Allie, and behaving like a straight guy should.

But once again, those urges were surfacing. Especially when I met Justin.

During that summer, a whole year after I returned from Europe, Jill and Allie planned a night of card playing for us couples to finally meet this boyfriend of hers. A couple’s night as we looked towards true adulthood. Allie made appetizers and we prepared like a little married couple the arrival of our friends. My apartment wasn’t huge, just a normal little place with a kitchen wide enough to have a table, a good sized living room and two smallish bedrooms. One housed my stuff and the other had a pullout sofa that my mom had let me borrow for any overnight guests. I had been good, sticking to my straight life, and had not had too many overnight guests that needed to use it.

I was good, not perfect.

The ones I did have didn’t use the pullout. Or stay long enough to require sleep accommodations. But I was desperate to be the straight man now that I had Allie.

So when the buzzer buzzed and the ensuing knock came on the door, I was actually a little bit anxious to meet this buff boyfriend of Jill’s. I tried to hide my excitement as Allie opened the door and I heard his deep voice saying hello before I could get a glimpse. And to my surprise, he was extremely pleasing to look at.

He wasn’t much taller than my 5’9”, maybe by only an inch or two. He had wavy dark hair that was longer all around his head in a messy, sexy sort of jockish way. His eyes were brown, his face fairly attractive with a great little smile, his nose seemed a bit big to me at first, but seemed to match his thick features on his face. He was a meaty looking guy despite only being a bit taller than me, probably outweighing me by 20 or 30 pounds. He was wearing shorts and a polo shirt, bare feet in his flip flops that looked thick like the rest of him. Because the rest of him was solid. He was stocky, with big shoulders and meaty muscled legs, and his arms were indeed massive. Huge biceps on him with a light brown dusting of hair on his forearms that matched his legs. His thick eyebrows raised as he took me in and held out a thick paw.

“Nice to meet you pal!” His deep voice echoed in my hallway as I took his hand in mine, feeling like it landed in between a thick pillow. His hand was soft and large, and I suddenly felt a surge that I’d kept quiet for a couple of months.

“You too!” I answered back, matching his pitch. I clapped my other hand on his shoulder and squeezed his upper bicep. “Looks like someone works out hard!”

Justin backhanded my abs in a flash. “Look who’s talking! Jill said you were ripped.” I tightened my abs and put my hand on the flat section he had just hit as they stepped inside and I could close the door. I watched his legs move, the muscles above his knees bulging as he stepped out of his flip flops, the way his toes curled up to kick each one off, and the way the veins in his feet swirled around his ankle. “Might have to arm wrestle you later.” He added with a laugh, clamping a mitt on my shoulder and holding it there, giving me a squeeze this time.

The girls ducked into the kitchen to carry in the food that they had brought, leaving us in the hallway, Justin’s hand still on my shoulder. I turned to him, with a winning smile, my blue-green eyes suddenly bright and wide. “Wanna drink?”

Justin’s lips smushed together. “Damn straight.” He said, showing off his pearly whites in a bigger smile, his eyes widening at me. He had a great smile, that seemed to make him look even more attractive. Or it might have been the fact that his hand was still on my shoulder. “Just one. I’m driving this one home.” He flicked a thumb towards the kitchen, indicating the giggling Jill.

I moved into the kitchen, feeling his hand fall from me and I felt a slight shiver run through me. It was nice to be in the company of another hunky man, even if it was my girlfriend’s best friend’s straight boyfriend.

We all sat together in the living room for a while, chatting it up, getting to know more about Justin, where they met, what he was doing for work. I half listened as my eyes ran up and down his body, noting the solid looking chest and protruding nipples under his red polo. The way his arch on the bottom of his foot looked as he crossed his leg. The size of his hand as he held his glass. The way his thick looking tongue came out a bit when he was thinking. And the way his eyes kept glancing over at me.

Jill announced that we needed to play cards, and jumped up with her drink and pulled at Justin’s hand. “Boys against girls tonight. You can be Brian’s partner.”

Justin’s eyebrow raised and he grinned over at me. “Sounds good.” I sort of felt my heart race and my body react as I caught his glance.

It was the first real flirt I felt from a guy in a long time. Or was I just imagining it?

We moved into the kitchen where I had a small table and stated a game of Euchre. Sitting across from him, I tried to focus on the cards. His smile suddenly seemed to be directed to me. There was a gleam in his eyes when he looked at me, or so I thought. I was thinking things I hadn’t thought of for a while. When I got my own place, I had gone a little wild, picking up anyone that showed any interest. Since meeting Allie, I had tried to stop, tried to convince myself that Allie was the way I wanted to go. I was done with men. Supposedly.

Jill’s boyfriend, a supposedly straight guy, was sending me different signals. My insides were igniting once again at the thought of this beefy guy, sitting across from me, smiling at me as if we shared a similar secret.

For the first while, it remained casual. He was funny. Smart. So not what I expected. I could see why Jill liked him. I was starting to like him. A little too much.

It was when our feet touched under the table that I felt that true spark.

Justin’s eyes flicked up to me as I moved my foot sideways. “Sorry bud.” I said instinctively. He didn’t respond, or break the stare. Just the right side of his mouth turned upward in an imperceptible grin.

We kept playing, beating the women again for the second game, Justin tossing his final hand down in a triumphant move, extending his arms up above his head, his biceps lengthening before he grabbed the back of his neck and flexed. As if just for me.

And then his leg extended under the table and I felt his bare foot brush up against mine. My eyes looked up at him and I saw that grin still. I waited to see if he would pull away, like I did when I accidentally touched his foot. But he didn’t move.

And neither did I.

“Another round?” He said staring at me with a wider grin.

Jill gathered the cards and started to shuffle. “Deal!” she said, giving him the deck. Justin’s tongue came out as he leaned forward, his big hands manipulating the cards. He looked down to shuffle, then peered back up at me.

“I could use another drink.” He grinned at me, his foot still pressed up beside mine.

“You’re driving.” Jill said, giving him a wifely look.

Justin let his head roll back, giving me a nice view of his thick neck and big Adam’s apple in the middle of his throat. “I guess I’ll have water then.” He said dejectedly at me.

I got up, feeling his eyes on me as I made another rum and coke for myself and checked on the wine glasses for the women. When I returned with his water, I tested out the grinning Justin and slid my foot back where it was, right next to his fleshy one.

Justin’s eyes looked at mine as he felt my foot and didn’t pull away. “Thanks man.” He said, holding it up in a silent “cheers” before he brought the glass to his luscious lips. I found myself watching, holding my breath as I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He let out a lip smacking “Ah” before he added “Nothing like water.” He said with a glare at Jill. Then he winked at me, and moved his foot over top of mine, rubbing it with his. There was no doubt he knew it was mine.

I froze, my eyes staring down at my cards in my hand, feeling Justin’s heavy foot covering mine. There was no mistaking this movement. Especially when he started to rub the top of my foot with his, and his eyes were watching me.

I sat up, but kept my foot locked under his, feeling my dick swell at the feeling of another man’s foot on mine. So when his second foot moved next to my other one, I almost spit out my drink. I looked over at Allie who was in mid-gab with Jill, neither one of them aware of the activity happening underneath the table.

Justin was sitting there across from me, acting like nothing was happening, while I felt my insides flipping around, and wanted to get my hands on him. Every time the tip of his tongue appeared as he contemplated a move, I wanted to kiss him. Every time I saw his hand resting on the table, splayed out showing the width of his fingers, I wanted to feel it wrapped around mine again. And as he moved his foot seductively over mine, I wanted to rip his clothes off.

“You alright over there partner?” I heard his voice say. My eyes flicked up, seeing the slight grin on his face. I noticed they were all staring at me.

“My turn?” I said, feeling my face going red as Justin’s feet continued to press against mine, rub against mine, play with mine.

“Clubs is trump.” Allie announced. My own club was thickening as this game of Euchre became something totally unexpected.

I looked at the cards on the table. “Who’s ace is that?”

“Mine.” Allie said with a grin.

“Put a big ol’ club on it!” Justin yelled out.

“Hey! Table talk!” Jill nudged her boyfriend, but he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“It’s not! I’m sure he’s got a big club to put down.” He looked briefly at her before his shit-eating grin returned to me. “Show me your big club pal.” He winked again, causing both Allie and Jill to giggle. “Put a club on it!” He said with a wicked stare up at me as the girls laughed louder.

“Oh stop!” Jill said, nudging him again. “He’s such a perv.” She said to Allie.

I had to look down at my cards, unsure of how red my face was. I knew how hard my cock was, and it got harder as Justin’s foot moved up and down my ankle, rubbing my leg on purpose.

“I don’t have a big club.” I mumbled, avoiding Justin’s eyes.

“Yes he does!” Allie blurted out, causing both her and Jill to laugh even louder. I blushed, looking up at them giggling like mad and saw Justin’s one eyebrow raised. He mouthed the word “WOW” with his perv looking grin.

“Okay that’s enough.” I said, trying to keep my face from reddening. But I found myself moving my foot over Justin’s. Causing his grin to widen even more.

Allie looked shyly over at Jill and winked. “He really does.” She whispered.

“So does Justin.” Jill grinned, avoiding Justin’s smirk.

He shifted in his seat a bit, moving his feet slightly back and almost away from mine, but his eyes glared up over mine as he moved them back to mine. He squinted slightly at me, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Maybe we should compare clubs?” Justin smirked at me, causing both women to laugh more. They were obviously feeling the drinks, and I could feel the swelling of my 8 inches. “Come on Bri. Let’s go see who’s is bigger!” He laughed loudly, and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the table and exiting the kitchen.

I tried desperately to hide my growing bulge amidst the shrieking laughter from the girls.

“Seriously? What are you doing?” Jill giggled, standing up.

Justin gave a mock look at her and pushed me out of the doorframe. “We are going to be men and settle this once and for as to who has the bigger club!” Justin laughed, pushing me ahead of him, towards the back bedroom door as the girls got to their feet in over-the-top laughter.

“What are you doing?” I protested slightly, before he pushed me into the room and then turned and slammed the door tight.

With a loud raucous laugh, he yelled through the door. “Okay girls. We need a minute!”

I could hear them laughing down the hallway as he stood in front of me, his big hand up on the door to hold it closed as the girls giggled their pretend protests.

We stared at each other for a moment, until Justin moved directly over to me and grabbed my crotch. “I am so into you.” He said quietly, his lips inches from mine. “And this feels fuckin’ huge bro!”

“But…” I started to say before his mouth moved to mine and he kissed me, hard, and fast.

He backed away, staring at me, holding his own bulge in the front of his shorts. He put a finger to his lips and then moved both hands to his shorts, opening them up quickly and pulling his white underwear down over his package.

His cock was thick, dark hair underneath, veins apparent on the stiff rod pointing sideways. He flashed me for a second then pulled his underwear back up and zipped up his shorts again and put his hand to the door.

“Holy fuck Brian it’s huge!” He yelled loudly, putting his big hand over my mouth as my eyes widened. I could hear the girls give another shriek of laughter, and Allie’s voice yelling back “Alright that’s enough you two!”

He turned his head sideways, staring at me as he held his hand over my mouth, studying me. “You know you’re fucking hot.” He whispered before he pulled his hand away, and then kissed me again. Hard.

He pulled me off the door and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing our bodies together, and breathing into my ear. “I could have a lot of fun with you.”

When he let go of me, he took a step backwards, pulling at his hard cock in his shorts. I could see the outline of it, knowing it was now fully hard.

“Let me see how big your club is.” He whispered as I stood there, looking at him.

As if in a trance, I repeated his actions, quickly opening my shorts up and pulling my underwear down over my shaved cock. I had my back against the door staring at my girlfriend’s friend’s boyfriend, with my dick sticking straight out at him.

“Holy fuck.” He said quietly before I did up my zipper and leaned back on the door. I had to adjust as my cock was too hard to be contained if we kept this up. Justin looked back at me. “Seriously dude. We could have a lot of fun together.”

He went to reach for the door to my side but stopped, moving into me. I could smell his cologne, something cheap from the drugstore, and him. There was an intoxicating scent of his flesh that was burning into my nose. I saw his head lower a bit, and then turn towards me. His cheek brushed against mine and I heard him exhale before he moved into me and kissed me suddenly again. I responded, opening wide and feeding him my tongue as his entered my mouth. We both took a sharp intake of air and I felt his chest push into mine. The door made a sound and we broke free, startled, thinking it was the girls. But it was just us, knocking against it.

Justin just smiled at me, his eyes hovering over my face, looking at my lips. “What do you say I drop off Jill and come back.”

“Take Allie with you.” I whispered before he backed away.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from me, his big ass on display for me yet again as I too stepped away from the door. “I need to calm down before we go back out there.” He said, showing me the front of his pants. It was obvious.

I grabbed a stack of my CDs and flopped down on my bed. “Here, look at these. They’ll come looking for us in a minute.”

Justin sat down across from me and my eyes went to his thick leg bent on my bed. I stretched back as he casually picked up a few CDs and started rummaging through the rest. And in a couple minutes, he was right. The door opened suddenly and the two girls appeared ready to comment on what they found.

But what they found was two guys sitting on a bed talking about music.

“We were wondering what you guys were doing in here?” Jill asked with a giggle.

“Well, we were wondering what you two were doing out there!” Justin snapped back with an evil grin. He avoided my eyes as the girls wandered around my room. When things had…calmed down…Justin stood up and gave Jill the eye. “You ready to head out?”

Jill nodded. And on cue, Justin added to Allie:

“You want us to walk you out?”

Allie sort of paused with her mouth open and then turned to me. I shrugged and said it was fine to go, since we both had to work the next day. Allie then agreed, letting me know that her and Jill had put away most of the dishes and stuff.

So as I said good bye to the three of them at the door, it was Justin who gave me a quick glance back and winked at me, signaling to me that he would be back shortly.

Like a flash I finished cleaning up and then jumped in the shower as fast as I could. I slipped back into my clothes, sans the underwear, and waited barefoot for sounds coming down the hallway. It felt like forever before there was a soft knock on my door. I opened it as calmly as I could to see Justin standing there, hands in his pockets, looking rather shy.

“I’m back.” He grinned and stepped inside.

This time the hesitation was gone. There was no fear of being caught. There was nothing holding him back. The door wasn’t even closed all the way and he was on me, pushing me against it again and kissing me hard. My cock swelled as blood rushed to my loins and tented in my shorts.

“Come on.” Was all I said as I pulled him back to the bedroom we were in before.

Justin shucked his shirt enroute, and I caught a glimpse of his impressive torso, thickly muscled like a football player, small tuffs of hair in between his beefy pecs and a small line leading down into his shorts from his flat bellybutton. I copied and stripped off mine as I moved to the bed. He practically tackled me on it, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the duvet, straddling over top of me, his knees on either side of my body as his hands moved up to hold mine down.

“Fuck buddy. Look at this body.” He grinned down at me. Where Justin was thick and meaty, I was more lean and ripped with less body fat. He bent down to my neck and started to kiss me, moving down over top of me, sliding down my body as his mouth and tongue worked around my nipples to the top of my shorts. “Let’s get this monster out again so I can taste it this time.” He cooed, lifting his eyes to look up at me. He was sexy as fuck and I just laid there and enjoyed this jock on me.

He pulled my pants down and off, giving a little “oh?” as he realized the underwear was now gone. With a big paw around the shaft of my penis, he held it up and went down on it like a pro. I felt a wave of dizziness as he started to suck my cock like an expert. This was not the first time this stud was giving a blow job. I let out a series of moans and spread my arms wide, adjusting so he could fully enjoy the length.

My eyes were closed, my head was lobbing back and forth as Justin sucked on my pole. Popping sounds from his mouth, satisfactory “Ahhhhs” and the low groans from his throat filled my quiet room, until he made his way back up my body and planted a deep kiss on me. I could taste my own cock on his tongue which made me hornier for him. I tugged at his shorts and he assisted, freeing his own beast and letting it flop out to my hand. I grabbed at it, pulling at it to see just how big and thick I could get it, until he rolled over and onto his back, lifting those big feet in the air to pull his shorts free. Now we were both naked, and both going nuts.

I rolled over on to his body, feeling the thickness of it compared to mine, copying his moves by starting at the top of his neck and moving my way down his body, kissing and licking it along the way, until I was face to face with his meat. It wasn’t as big as mine, but just as thick, and I easily took him in, making him practically sit up in shock.

“FUCK! You know how to suck dick too!” He leaned back, letting an arm drape across his face as he moaned while I worked on him. “Fuck bro!” He yelled out at one point and started to shift, moving his body sideways and heading for my cock. We shifted into a 69 position, Justin loudly swallowing down my cock as he continued to feed me his. His legs were spread and I enjoyed the feeling of those big tree trunks moving around as I kept at him, sucking his dick while he slurped on mine.

I kept looking up at him, watching him feasting on me, watching the way his hand worked my base as he made sure I had access to his. My hands roamed around to his ass, holding onto it to work on his cock, until I saw him looking down at me.

“Looks fucking hot, two buddies sucking each other off like this. What a stud you are!” He grinned, jerking my cock by his face. He laid back, letting his cock stick up straight as I moved with it, his hand still on mine. I wanted him suddenly. I wanted to feel another young guy inside me. Without thinking I moved over him, applying a lot of spit onto his cock as I sucked him one last time, before I went up his body and moved my ass over his cock, straddling his body.

Justin’s eyes opened as I grabbed his cock and moved my ass over it.

“Wait, what are you….” He started to say, his hands moved to my hips. But it was too late. My ass gave way and I felt his thickness enter me raw.

His eyes widened and it looked like he went to protest. But his knees bent, and his grip on me tightened. “Wait….fuck!” He said as his eyes rolled back. He held me in place, not moving, his cock throbbing in me.

“I wanted to see what it felt like. Your cock in me. Bare.” I leaned over him a bit, planting my hands on his pecs. His eyes opened and his mouth dropped into an “o” formation. He let out a big puff of air and he lifted his pelvis slightly, causing his eyes to close again.

“Fuuuuuuuuck you feel so tight compared to Jill…..” He groaned softly. Then his eyes opened and I pushed down on his pecs and straightened up over him, causing his cock to sink in deeper, causing him to shudder a bit and moan loudly. “Jesus buddy don’t.” He grabbed my hips and held me still.

I waited for a bit, wondering if he was going to shoot already. I played with his big pecs and stared down at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked a guy before?”

He shook his head sideways. “No. I’m not fucking gay.” He said with a slight grin.

I slid my hands upwards to his neck and leaned into him, kissing him, hearing the sounds he was making as my ass started to lift off his cock before moving back down on him. “Well hang on buddy, because you’re about to be.”

His hands left my body and moved up to my face as we kissed, the sharp intake of breath apparent as he started to fuck me. Hard. I grabbed his hands and planted them over his head, holding him down as I started to ride his cock. His mouth dropped open again as if he couldn’t control what was happening. I was going to milk the cum out of him like this. Determination set it. This jock stud was mine tonight.

It didn’t take long.

I slammed my ass up and down on his cock, hearing the satisfying smacks of my ass slapping against his thighs as his eyes remained wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open, his body giving in to my efforts. Like riding a bike, I rode this stud to high heaven until he was unable to control his bodily functions.

“Holy fuck I’m going to shoot!” He suddenly yelled, his eyes widening, his mouth more open now. I didn’t stop, even when his hands reached for my ass to try.

“Then shoot buddy!” I yelled back, putting my hands on his pecs and pushing him into the bed as I slapped down on him harder and wiggled my ass around to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. I felt his body convulse under me and the for the first time his eyes squeezed shut along with his mouth and his face tightened.

“Shiiiiiiiiittttttt….” He started to moan before his teeth gritted so tight he stopped breathing all together and let out a wild, bucking movement as he released his jock load into me.

I felt it. The sensation of his cock erupting. The flooding of my ass as I stopped my movement and held onto his beefy chest. I grabbed my cock and sat backwards, letting his volcanic eruptions continue as I started to jerk mine. Justin was thrashing around under me, trying to control his movements as he shook uncontrollably, me hanging onto him, legs locked to his side as if I was trying not to get bucked off a wild stallion.

His eyes opened just in time to see my cock spurt out my load in a thick line up his chest to the bottom of his chin.

“Holy FUCK pal!” He groaned, giving another shudder under me as ropes of my cum landed in a line down the centre of his torso. His chin went down to his chest, trying to see it all dripping down the sides of his body. “Fuck me!” He roared as he stopped shivering and let his hands move up his own body and smear my cum into his skin.

I leaned back in satisfaction, feeling his cock softening fast and daring to escape me. I squeezed my ass and he automatically looked up at me with a loud moan.

“Oh fuck pal. You are so fuckin’ sexy right now. I think I just might be gay for you!” He said laughing, running his hands up my sides.

I wiped my own hand across my chest and moved to get off, letting his cock flop out of me onto his body and searched for something to use to wipe myself down with.

I heard him moan again on my bed and turned to see him admiring his own cum covered body, pulling at his flaccid cock and smearing more of my cum into his upper body.

“Seriously pal. I’ve never cum so fast.” He rolled sideways and stood up, his naked body looking mighty fine with a glorious sheen to it. He smacked my ass and frog marched with me to the wall, banging my body against it as his mouth covered mine in a hungry kiss.

His big hands groped my jock ass and squeezed hard.

“THAT was unbelievable.” He growled at me, his nose touching the side of mine, his lips just hovering over mine. “Who knew I’d be so into you.”

I suddenly felt something, a tinge of guilt as he kissed me again. I had a girlfriend now. So did he.

I found myself pushing him away. “We should clean up.” I tossed him a shirt from the chair in my room which he took to rub over his body, cleaning up remnants of me.

I found my underwear and stepped into it as I watched his body move around me, searching for his own clothes. I side-eyed him, staring at those feet that had rubbed up against me just hours before. He had a great body, thick and stocky.

So why was I hurrying to get rid of him?

For the entire week after that first time with Justin, I had a hard time seeing Allie. When she suggested getting together with Jill and Justin, I found an excuse. But by Saturday, I was agreeing to see them again.

I wanted to see him again.

We set it up for the following weekend. And I secretly couldn’t wait.

Secretly.

I wasn’t good at secrets. Yet here I was, Friday night as it darkened. Sitting on a bench in this cruising area I had happened upon by chance one night, trying to quelch my thirst for more. Like I couldn’t wait for Justin one more night.

Or was it I was looking for something else. Something not so close to home. Something a little more secretive and not so close to home.

So when I noticed the tall guy in the baseball hat with thick looking arms glance my way as he walked by me on the path, my brain shut down once again. And my dick made me stand up and follow the shapely figure into the darkness.

Part 3

The End

It seemed bigger and more beautiful than the pic – If that is even possible.  The intense urge to fall to my knees and crawl to him was overwhelming. I didn’t.  I looked back at him and waited.  This seemed to catch him off guard, but he spoke regardless.

“I wanted you to see- does this make you uncomfortable- I can pull my robe back over it”? 

Rico knew what he was doing, with the questions, he wasn’t only hung like a god with amazing, good looks- he was a master manipulator. 

“What do you want to do Rico”? I asked.

 

I thought this would give him pause, but it didn’t.  He smiled broadly and took his robe off completely.  He stood up and his cock was so huge he didn’t need to step closer to me, his cock had already grown and was sticking straight out, inches from my mouth, the foreskin completely covering his head. When things couldn’t ‘get any dicier a steady stream of precum began to ooze from the head buried beneath the foreskin. 

It was too much.  His cock was staring at me and the precum was calling to me and I fell off the chair before any of it reached the floor.  The stream hit my tongue and soon the foreskin and head of his cock were in my mouth. I sucked on it and tasted the sweetest precum I had ever tasted in my life.  It was almost unbelievable that this was just precum and not a load, I swallowed a few times and still more was to be had.  His big heavy balls were feeding me.  I opened my mouth and throat and got 1/3 of the way down.  His cum was lubricating my throat and soon I felt his hands on my head forcing more, all of which I wanted.  I didn’t care if I died this way, at least I would die choking on the biggest cock on the planet.  His cock broke through whatever had been stopping it and I got in one last breathe of air before Rico pushed past my breaking point and soon his pubes were at my nose, my throat and neck somehow expanded to let this huge cock have its way.  There was no breathing, just peace.  Tears ran down my face but when he tried to pull back I wouldn’t let him.  He moaned loudly and muttered something about no one ever having taken all of him.  I kept him for another 5 seconds and slowly retreated before finally being able to breathe again but never letting his cock out of my mouth.  More cum that I quickly swallowed. My throat felt broken, but I wanted more, needed more.  I pushed back onto him careful not to let any teeth interfere.  Again, I felt the breaking point breach as his pubes were at my face.  I fondled his balls and relished the feeling of being so completely filled for as long as I could.  When it felt like I was on the verge of passing out I relented and slowly let his cock retreat.  This time I let all but the long foreskin out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue under and licked and searched and wanted it all.  A ripe, musky taste and scent flooded my senses.  I pushed his foreskin back and gobbled the head of his cock swallowing the ever-flowing stream of juice. 

“Dean- you are amazing” I heard him say. 

I didn’t know where I was or for a moment who he was, I was in ecstasy.  He picked me up off my knees and our mouths were drawn to each other.  I held his face and kissed his mouth, his lips and soon we were locked in an exchange of tongue and spit. My hands were all over his body and then I was naked not remembering how or who took my clothes off.  My cock had never been so hard.  He had me on my back on top of me- his mouth on mine, then his pits in my face, the smell of him was stronger than any drug I had ever taken.  His massive cock nestled between my cheeks soaking my hole in precum.  I yelled when the head of his cock breached my ass and entered me. He muffled my yell with his mouth, and I grabbed his muscular shoulders and pulled him into me further.  When my ass finally accepted the assault he pulled off of me and said:

“Daddy’s not wearing a rubber, should I stop”? 

Rick and I weren’t open- given his horrible experience with the man I was now cheating on him with- so neither of us was on prep- and knowing by Rico’s own admission what a whore he was I should have said yes, it should have mattered.  A LOT.  But it didn’t.  I never answered him- verbally.  I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me further.  I swear it felt like my ass was splitting in two but the vast amounts of precum made his cock and my hole slick and the only barrier was my mind.  Rico looked down at me and smiled-

 “Your such a good boy.  You love this don’t you Dean”? 

“I …..”

he pushed further,

“love……..”

I think he bottomed out; I think I had the entire monster cock inside of me, I could barely speak I was so full but the last word I said was …

“you”. 

I don’t know if I meant it, I thought I might have meant to say -”it”, meaning his cock but it’s not what I said and the look of shock on his face was quickly replaced with lust and a dirty smile that told me he loved it.  He pulled out almost entirely and gently pushed himself all the way back in until his pubes were hitting my ass.  Lost in the most intense euphoria I’ve ever known I repeated my – mistake? 

“I …. love…… you….. “

I swear Rico’s cock got even bigger and he kissed me harder.  He pulled away just inches from my face and spoke into my mouth –

“I love you too baby.  Daddy’s got you.  You want to be my boy Dean?  Be Daddy’s boy baby”.

“I ….. want to be……your boy….. daddy”. I replied-  and without touching myself my cock erupted more cum than I had ever shot in my life.  My clenching ass pushed Rico over the edge and soon I felt my hole gushing with his seed.  His cock softened only a bit but I wouldn’t let him pull out.  We kissed for half an hour with his cock still inside of me.  Soon it was hard again, and I was begging him for more.  Repeating over and over my love for him and him for me.  We stayed in bed the entire day and the following night.  I never went home, never thought about it, never thought about Rick.  We fell asleep after 15 hours of non-stop fucking and sex.  The next afternoon I was finally out of my Rico haze and realized I missed another day of work and hadn’t even checked in with Rick.  I kissed Rico on the mouth and told him I would be back in two hours.  He smiled and said he would be waiting.  I went home- Rick hadn’t gone to work.  He saw me and broke down crying.  He knew.  I didn’t say a word. I went upstairs and grabbed some of my things.  On the way out I kissed him and said I was sorry. 

“He’ll do the same thing to you, you know that right”?

 “I know” -I said as I shut the door. 

Humiliated in the locker room

Im the PE teacher of an All boy High School with below average height (5’2) with below average penis length (2inches). I consider myself to be bisexual, until my students force me to be their pet.

The nipples piercing and the cock cage were meant for the targeted wimp in the next class, but now they have a new plaything. Days after days, whenever I make my appearance to them, they always try to sneakily pinch my nipples (I realized Im very sensitive because my clit instantly gets hard and stabs itself to the spikes equipped to the cage cap) or sometimes my buttcheeks. “It’s just a joke, but this is getting too far. I already apologized to you guys, just take this tight thing in my crotch and I will leave you alone”- I speak with anger. 

Furious with my attitude, Noah slaps my face, followed by punches in the gut:

“Never in my life seeing a dog trying to bite it owners, look like this bitch deserve a punishment”. I flashed back when I got kicked in the balls till I cummed.

He continues: “What do you say ladies, should a bad doggy get neutered since it bit its owners?”. I still can’t breathe due to pain, panic after those word 

 No waiting for my answer, they drag me back to the lockeroom (the previous scene of the crime), tie my hands behind my back and bend me over to the cold dirty wet floor. They look at me, grinning, drooling while spreading my legs. 12 of them take turn kick my poor ball so hard I feel like they gonna crushed. Keeping saying sorry wouldn’t bulge the weigh every kick they deliver. I simply can’t fight back not because I’m tied, but the sight of Noah holding Chastity key near the toilet fears me. I only beg them to stop after they’re done lubing my ass. 

“IM SORRY FOR RAISING MY VOICE. IM SORRY, MASTERS CAN DO WHATEVER TO MY BODY. PLZ DONT CRUSH MY BALLS, PLZ DON’T CRUSH THEM.” I 

They keep kicking.

One of them speak: “Anything huh!? Noah, we got ourselves the perfect slave”

“Don’t break it too soon.”

“Leave it like that, it learnt the lesson today.”

“Thank you, masters can I go now?”

“YOUR PUNISHMENT ISN’T OVER YET YOU WHORE”- we all recognise that barbaric voice of Noah, the leader of the group comes forward with the Strawberry-inspired Buttplug for my ass and the Inverted Chastity cage (the type which compress your penis inside your body), and an ice bag needed to temporary shrink the toothpick between my legs.

“From now on you have to follow PPC, stands for Plugged Pierced Caged. The first one is temporary because we gonna widen this shithole until we please. The last one is nearly 24/7, you must wear your Clitty cage even during shower. What do you say when your master buy you gifts?” Noah grins viciously as he speaks

“Thank you masters for your gift”- I talk as nearly cry since they’re using my money. 

Finishing with my new look, they gathered and stared deep throat me violently, filled my stomach with their jizz and made me gulping down their piss. I fainted there , knowing the flash from their phone embedded the fact that my students own me and I enjoyed every second since my tiny clit dripped a pool of precum from the cage as proof.

**Noah POV**

We left this pig in the lockeroom, the one leave last have to clean up before the security locks the place. I declare a brilliant plan:

“I came up with a plan show how to use this fat pig. We will let one of 12 members delinquent class to be in charge of this pig training, which mean it gets 12 mouths of training to break its teacher pride and any ounces of manliness.” Everyone agree.

“What will happen after we graduate? This is our final year?” Said a curious one.

“You guys just need to have your fun, in the Graduation ceremony, it’s will be a surprise.”

Jalen, a Black, short but dominate male had been talking to Brandon, a white, average height, dirty blonde-haired male. The two have been talking for the past year, discussing their kinks and getting to know one another. When discussing their kinks, Jalen reveals that he has had thoughts of capturing a white boi, holding him for a couple of hours in a basement while being used for sexual activities and then releasing him later. Brandon also had the same kink and asked for clarification. Upon doing this, Brandon did not know that he was about to be such a slut for a Black man, where he would begin to leak when thinking of Jalen in any way.

  Brandon wanted to know more about the kink that Jalen told him about. Jalen begun stating that he wanted to capture a white boi by sneaking up behind him, immediately throwing a pillowcase over the bois head, followed by duck taping the bois mouth shut over the pillowcase and began pushing the boi up against the car and pinning the bois body to the car while Jalen hand cuffs the boi. I overpowered the boi with all of my body weight and strength, leaving the white boi powerless. I would then push the boi into the bois car trunk and then be taken to an isolated location. Upon reaching the isolated location, the boi is picked up out of the trunk and taken into a building, while kicking and trying to break free of the handcuffs. Meanwhile, I am still walking the boi into a building. When reaching the building, the white boi would hear the door open followed by some creaks. The white boi began to kick again while Jalen would enter the room. While walking in the room, I come to a new halt, grabbed the boi from his shoulder and tosses him onto a mattress. I immediately grabbed hold of the boi again but started to hand cuff the bois wrists to a pole. After the boi’s wrists was cuffed to each poll on the right and left, the hand cuffs were released.

 I walked out of the room after un-cuffing the bois hands with the previous hand cuffs. The white boi hears the door shut and then just quietness. After what appears to be hours go by, it was only thirty-five minutes. I entered for the second time, but this time wearing nothing but joggers and socks, leaving his muscular arms and chest out for his boi to feel immediately. I began walking over to the white boi on the mattress. Upon reaching the white boi, he can feel a presence over him, but since there was no talking, I began feeling on the boi, where the boi began to try and squirm away. I’m rubbing my soft, medium hands over top of the white boi’s clothes. I began running my hands starting on the white boi’s chest, followed by twisting his nipple hard while feeling the boi’s nipple piercing and my dick growing more and harder. I decide to climb on top of the boi to gain more control. I began to twist both nipples while the boi began to try and squirm more and more with me on top of him.

By the second by dick is a nice size at this point, but I want to tease the white boi so more. I began to undue the white boi’s jeans and pull them off, which exposed his boi panties and locked in chastity. I threw his jeans to the far end of the room and began rubbing the white boi’s hole with my cock. The white boi acting as if he does not like it but is slightly moaning, and still squirming which is making him grind on my dick more lol. I sit back, spat into my hand and immediately began lubing up my dick and began rubbing the white boi’s hole more and giving a thrust this time, while kissing on the boi’s neck. Finally having enough, I reached for the lube and poured it over my dick which made it nice and shiny in which it showed my 8.5’ inch, thick vein in the middle. I poured lube on the boi’s hole and slid my dick in the boi deep which he let out a muffled moan. I placed my hand around the boi’s throat and smacked him a couple of times while still thrusting inside of him, really opened his hole. I began fucking him harder and harder while hearing my wet balls clapping with the white boi’s ass, while my grip around his throat became tighter. Seeing the boi grabbed at the hand cuffs and fucking his hole to his second hole, and hearing the muffled moans, I breed him deep followed by slower strokes so no cum comes out of his nice open hole.

Little did the boi know, I have other Black Doms ready to fuck him. With me starting this, he is truly mine. I get up, after pushing my thick, cum deeper in that opened, white boi hole. I pointed to the white boi, instructing the next naked, Black Dom who is much taller than me, about 6’5- and 9-inch dick who was already hard after seeing me fuck the white boi. Upon reaching the next Black Dom I poured lube into the Black Dom’s hand which leaked onto the floor. While walking toward the white boi, he began lubbing his rock-hard dick. When he reached the white boi, he straddles the white boi, picked up the white bois legs, placed them over his shoulders, and slid his dick in deep into the white boi while squirming again. The Black Dom began plowing the white boi’s ass hole while holding onto the white boi’s arm, making him take every inch, the white boi has no choice but to milk the Black man’s cum from that dick! The Black Dom sped up and began slamming his dick into the white boi. Hearing the Black Dom yelling “FUCK FUCK,” I knew he was about to breed the white boi. Like I thought the Black Dom began to slow down and fuck the cum deeper into the boi.

“I’ll fuck you ‘til you love me, faggot!” Roscoe, the tenor saxophonist screeched from the stage of the café lounge with a handful of band mates holding him back.

Homer, a bass player, who wasn’t performing that night and sitting next to me on the far end of the room jumped to his feet causing his chair to fly from under him back towards the window shouted, “Don’t mistake me for your daddy, you dick-sucking horn blower!”

“C’mon, then, bring it, motherfucker!”

“Guess what, motherfucker–fuck you and the horse you rode in on, motherfucker!” Homer howled, shooting Roscoe the bird.

“Your mama!”

“Fuck you and your ho-ass mama and your bottle-chugging daddy, you reformed prison bitch! Is it true what they say? Cocksucker’s anonymous is like drug rehab–one less dick at a time? At the rate you’re going you should be down to a hundred and twelve by Christmas!”

Roscoe tried his best to come off the stage in spite of the crowd steadily holding him back. Homer tried storming the stage with an emerging crowd trying to hold him back. I was left shaking my head, trying to find the quickest way out of the room.

How did I end up at a jazz lounge with two mediocre jazz musicians fighting over me? The simple answer would be my interest in jazz. The truth, however, was that I fell into a heap of shit that started long before I stepped foot into this world.

A short time after my twentieth birthday, I came to the painstaking realization that I knew everything about the world of hip-hop and rap and nothing about any other kinds of music. After dealing with this embarrassing epiphany publicly, I took it upon myself to expand my musical palette. I was pretty much floating around when my size thirteen feet led me to this Latin Jazz Festival downtown. I liked what I heard, but then again, I didn’t. I loved the beat. It was sick. It was just the lack of vocals to the instrumentals that began to wear thin. It seemed sort of sad there wasn’t somebody singing, in any language, to the various crescendos.

Towards the end of the night, it all started to make sense. The music was so good and so pure in its own right that any sort of lyrics would have tainted it. I was so lost in euphoria at this revelation I didn’t even bother to see the man stumbling towards me until it was far too late.

He was obviously a bit tipsy, but far from tore up and drunk. It was obvious he was the kind of man that best operated on the excuses of liquid courage with a protruding bulge from his windbreakers.

“This shit ain’t no real jazz,” he said in a deep resonating voice that could only reek of alcohol.

He was a tall man. The same shade of black as I was with a similar thickset frame. The difference ended there, however. I had a full head of hair with a clean-shaven face, and he had a clean-shaven head with a full gruffly beard. People would call me a pretty boy, and he was simply attractive in a rough masculine way.

“I said this shit here ain’t no real jazz. I don’t know what the fuck kind of music this is, but it ain’t jazz.” He spat.

I knew if I did the subtle thing and slowly removed myself from the situation, he would’ve followed me. If I manned up and told him to back off, he probably would’ve caused a commotion throwing off some of the musicians on stage. I was too far deep into the groove to let that happen. So, I stood there, and let the man speak his peace.

He didn’t get loud like I thought he would. He just talked it out, talking to me about what real jazz was, and that he played with the last of the great jazz giants as some sort of musical protégé. It wasn’t until he started talking about his music career that I even noticed the shiny saxophone in his hand. He then told me his name was Roscoe, and that he was tore up on the inside. Down the street, his visiting band played real jazz and barely got a spittle of an audience. He came down here to find that everybody and their families were supporting, in his words, a poor imitation of his craft.

He carried on for about a good five minutes more before he told me that he could play some real jazz for me. He handed me his business card and everything. Roscoe then started talking about this club I never even heard of and its popularity down in New Orleans. He quickly caught on that he wasn’t in New Orleans and that his band was only in town for one night, offering to play me a set in his hotel room.

I knew what he was up to long before he even started talking. He just simply verified it for me then with his invitation. I was quite sure that Roscoe heard that my city was good for picking up men that messed around that weren’t so easily to clock. Roscoe had to have been a good twenty years older than me, a bit mature for my taste. Looking at his rough hands, however, and his big feet, and the things they say about musicians and their whorish ways, I figured why the hell not? More to the point, I had spent the entire day listening to good music that put me in the mood to get laid.

We got back to Roscoe’s hotel, which was about a couple of blocks up and across the street from the festival. If I wasn’t so pumped with hormones, anticipating what was about to go down, I would have otherwise been at awe at the boutique hotel that he and his band mates were staying. It was the kind of hotel that the young hip people with money hung out in. That just only added to my energy, and I thought it was doing the same for him.

When we got back to his room, Roscoe peeled off his shirt as if we were about to get it in, and then he flipped the script moping about his wife leaving him and that this certain “friend” left him as well right about the same time. It took him a good three hours for him to confess that this so-called friend was actually his longtime lover, and that this lover was a man that happened to be a crack fiend that took him to the cleaners during their three-year relationship.

The next morning, I woke up next to Roscoe and his sour alcoholic-stained breath on the sofa. Nothing happened. And, despite the horrifying stuff Roscoe told me the night before about his past, my dick was still back up and hard from what I thought was about to go down the night before. Without waking up ol’ boy, I snuck off to the bathroom. I didn’t come all the way up here for nothing, I thought. The least I could do was make sort of claim to fame in the luxurious hotel by jumping in the shower for a quick jerk-off.

My hand found my dick hard raring to go. I had just begun to settle into a nice stroking rhythm under the running shower head when I saw the tattooed forearm wrap around my body. Roscoe was pressed close behind me. Warm breath rolled off my neck, and his sleeping dick slowly arose against the top of my crack with his hand firmly against my hard stomach. I was feeling it. I was feeling him. I wasn’t in the mood to have sex with him then. We just made out in the shower and jerked each other off until our nutts washed down the drain.

I got dressed and left shortly thereafter, feeling seriously cheated out of a good night. My energy was soon renewed when I got off the elevator and locked eyes with this phyne Creole dude in the lobby. Though, sadly, I just went about my day.

Six months later, I found myself down in New Orleans attending (of all things) a jazz festival with one of the venues being the club Roscoe said he infamously played. And not knowing anything about in his neck of the woods other than him, I called him up wanting to get the hook up on some of the hot spots around town. Roscoe obliged, looking incredibly good. Why didn’t I have sex with him before? I was just about to make my move when he introduced me to his former boyfriend, the crack fiend.

I wasn’t even mad. I was mildly relieved I was spared from the yolk that could’ve been on my face. Without much choice, I decided to spend most of the festival as a tagalong to several different groups I met in passing. On my last night in New Orleans, I joined these strangers for dinner. I look up and there is that Creole dude I saw in the lobby that day a half-year back. I knew it was him because there were very few people in this world that could genuinely be called yellow along with sporting a weird five o’clock shadow that somehow worked with his face.

Homer and I didn’t talk much through dinner or dessert. When we did find a way to have a conversation, as he walked me back to my hotel, it was pretty much where he thought he knew me from, other than somewhere. He tried jogging his memory, hoping I would make the connection. I could’ve easily spared him the torment and told him where he knew me from, but it was sort of fun to watch him put the pieces of the puzzle together. He never did–that night. He instead promised to continue to work on it. In the meantime, however, he enjoyed my company, and we exchanged cell phone numbers to stay in contact.

Homer played it absolutely cool for the first three weeks. He kept the conversation going without going there. He soon gave way to his master plan by hitting me up everyday, and then with a few lines to bait me, to see if I was down, he pulled the reel, promising after another couple of months that he was going to come to my city to visit me. I told him about a sweet hotel he could stay at, and then he remembered precisely where he first laid eyes on me. He asked me if I always knew. I came forward with the truth. Of course, he asked why I didn’t tell him before. The best answer I could give to that was, “If I did, we probably wouldn’t be here, now, would we?”

Once Homer came up, I already made up my mind that we weren’t going to have sex for awhile. I figured he come up here, I’d go down there. We’d do a few trips like that and take it from there. He was on the same plane, which made dinner more delectable and dessert much sweeter. The biggest surprise to come from that night was to learn that Homer was older than Roscoe. At a glance, Homer barely looked to be out of his twenties. As I zoomed in for a closer look, I could see a very fair thirty-seven or thirty-eight, but not fifty-three. I guess old dick was in season, I laughed in my head as I walked him back over to his hotel.

He went in, and I left.

I was about a good two blocks down before I decided that if anything was going to happen between us it needed to go down that night. Homer was an incredible guy. He was somebody I could see myself kicking it with. Our conundrum was that he lived down there and I lived up here, and I wasn’t about to go through the hassle of a long-distance relationship knowing I had a very high sex drive. With the help of the valet and the concierge, who saw me walk him to his hotel, I was able to go up to his room.

He looked at me. I looked at him. Like a magnetic draw, we grabbed each other and started kissing fervently. We went from one side of the room to the other before finding ourselves naked on the bed with him kissing the rigid contours of my body. I decided with him between my legs sucking my nipples down my stomach to my groin that I should be the one to suck him off.

Homer sat on the edge of the bed with me crawling between his thin yellow legs spread wide. He didn’t possess a long cock. It looked more like an engorged softball. Nonetheless, I cupped the fat stubby monster in my hands, pulling the extra skin back from the head and began to succulently lick up and down along the shaft and lime-sized balls. The head was a beast to get into my mouth without bringing my teeth into the fray. Homer tried assisting me by gently seizing the back of my head and giving me a direct line to his most sensitive spots.

He moaned with delight, stroking his balls pressed against my chin. I got tired of that and started on them. I had the same problem with them as I did his dickhead, trying hard not to get my teeth in any way involved.

“I guess somebody ain’t a virgin,” Homer mumbled. “C’mon up here, son.”

I worked my mouth on his dick a bit longer, tasting everything New Orleans had to offer, and slowly made my way up his slender body where he held me captive in soulful kisses. Homer had me so open that I didn’t remember when I found my way onto my back. He was sucking and licking and kissing and eating me out so ferociously that I was fighting being turned out and bitched out at the same time while grinding my ass back into his face.

Homer slowed the breaks down by slipping a finger or two inside me, stretching me open. I was so ready by then I could’ve taken his sweet dick as is. It was easier said than done, working that huge, sheathed head into my willing hole. I felt like pussy was giving birth except the head was going back in.

“Open up for Big Daddy, son.” Homer huskily whispered.

“Oh, man!” I moaned, not wanting to give into him but I found myself doing so anyway as I gasped my delight in this strange falsetto.

Like I said, Homer didn’t have a long dick, but it filled every nook and cranny it needed beyond satisfaction. It felt even better than some of the men that could have easily dug out my intestines. He started fucking me in ways and positions that I wasn’t going to leave this world without recalling who was putting it down on me like that. He was bouncing me around from piston fuck to spirited lovemaking, with me giving in more with every new stroke.

I was being conquered. I was holding down the fort and surrendering all at once, feeling these constant waves of ecstasy. I was panting. He was grunting, and before long I was in a frenzy rotating my thighs against him and shot off this simmering pearly white jet of paste that came pouring back onto my abdomen. He obviously wasn’t far behind, breaking out with an unruly grunt and sighed as he came in my ass.

That too should’ve been the end of my story except after we had sex our bond grew even stronger. We became a long-distance couple with the two of us wearing the hell out of the highway between our cities and states in between.

We were going strong for a couple of years before Homer proposed that I move down to New Orleans to be with him. I had no problem with it except for the fact Homer wasn’t out at home. Meaning I would have to maintain a separate residence and a separate life in a new city that didn’t interfere with his already established life. Once I started to make my concessions to the notion, he then abruptly aborted the idea and started fixing me up on dates with a variety of beautiful women. It eventually came to light he was pushing me to get married so that his wife wouldn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary now that his jazz band was slowly losing jobs on the road.

I was blindsided by his marriage and his set up that while I wanted to call it quits, I couldn’t. I was too deep into it just to cut him off. As luck would have it, I ran into Roscoe again at his club. He still looked physically better than the day I met him. He was just walking around with a gray cloud over his shoulders. When I caught up with him to ask what he was up to, he told me that his boy went back to his life of drugs and cleaned him out for the last time.

We talked again over a cup of coffee in some random parking lot off from some random park in his SUV. I listened to him talk. I mean really listened. Maybe it was my sour mood at the time or maybe it was his or the memory where it led us the first time, but my hand found its way to his crotch. He was helping me undo it for him. We both helped pull out his growing long black cock, smelling the sex that only he could and my mouth quickly fell into his lap. He took it to a whole new level when he started up his vehicle and started driving around, telling me he didn’t want to get caught up and caught out there. He claimed that I sucked him off for so long that we took a nice little lap around Lake Pontchartrain ahead of any inkling of milk he was destined to shoot across my tongue.

Once again, I should’ve headed back home. That should’ve been the end of the story. Of course, it wasn’t.

Roscoe and I started to hang tight giving me a reason to come back to New Orleans. With Roscoe, the icing on the cake was that he was single and out, not giving a flip about who knew it or not. He just wasn’t out in his professional circles. He often told me that with so many whores in the music industry that if everybody started to define who did what in the bedroom it would throw everything off. Then, too, nobody was man enough to ask him head up because he had four failed marriages under his belt and was a known ladies’ man around town, so the rumor mill wouldn’t spin too far with me by his side.

After a few twists and tweaks, it began to shape up like this: Homer would come up to visit me still, and I would go down there to kick it with Roscoe back in New Orleans. And since neither man was looking for a serious commitment, I thought everything was working itself out just fine. Without a doubt, drama was approaching for such a complicated situation. Homer got cold busted when he returned to his wife with the hickeys I left around his neck…and his dick. He decided he needed a change; he wanted a serious relationship with me as we talk about many times before with no follow through, and without many options left down there he came up here to live with me to give us a try.

It was fine for a few months. It soon grew into the same tired story. I was angry with Homer after I thought he was trying to reconcile with his wife. I rebutted by jumping back into the bed with Roscoe. It was only after I hooked up with Roscoe at a nearby hotel up here that I came back to crib to find Homer waiting on me, to tell me that he went back down there to tell his wife everything about us. She sent a handwritten note that if I wanted him I could have him, but I shouldn’t expect that she would divorce him being that she wasn’t going to hand him over just like that.

I was so caught off guard and so turned on by his renewed lust I let him fuck me just a couple of hours after I sent Roscoe back home after he fucked me. I was still tight. I was just unusually wet and slippery with the lube that still lingered inside of me. I could tell by the look in his eyes he knew something was up, but he was so caught up in getting his that he just let it go thinking it was only in his head.

The first time I did that was the worst, if not the scariest time of my life. After that, it sort of became an adrenaline rush fucking both men on the same day, sometimes only narrowing the margins by only a half-hour, with one using the cum of the other as lube without even knowing it.

I was sort of coming to the end of this road of having my fun with either of them, seeing that three of us were getting older. The three of us wanted something a bit more stable, a bit more drama-free. More upsetting was that while Roscoe and Homer were looking at me for a long-term relationship, I was slowly looking to bow out of the complication unscathed.

My successful run started to come unhinge when I decided to expand my musical diversity by listening to a CD that Roscoe passed onto me. I didn’t think noting of it until Homer came home one day, looked at me crooked and asked me where I got the CD from. I told him, thinking nothing of it. He then happened to tell me that it was the accompanying music set that he and his newly formed jazz group were going to sell once they hit the road, playing a pure double bass medley for me.

Homer confronted Roscoe, and thankfully Roscoe didn’t rat me out putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Roscoe instead started digging his heels convincing me I should kick Homer and his crusty ass to the curb and relocate with him back to New Orleans. The ironic thing was that after Roscoe found out about Homer and me, it really turned him on. But Roscoe really got off on the idea that a young masculine bottom kat like myself was wearing the hell out of two old jazz dicks.

I was on the verge of shutting down the production that was my three way when I invited Roscoe over. I decided the best way to cut my losses was to break things off with Roscoe first. And when my lease was up on my apartment, I was going to cut my losses with Homer as well. When Roscoe came over, he was ready for sex. He won out.

The next thing I know, I wake up to Homer standing over my naked frame wondering what the fuck happened. Of course, I altered the truth a bit, telling him that Roscoe came over asking my opinion of the music he gave me. I got us something to drink, which was part of the truth. The part I lied about was that I said I stepped away to the bathroom and after taking a few sips of my drink, I woke up to him looking at me feeling like I got the dick down of my life!

This threw a wrench in my plans because Homer wanted to be my man even more, thinking that his friend had possibly done something to me.

A couple of weeks later, he decided to take me out to a jazz club, only to find out that Roscoe, his band mate was moonlighting as a solo artist visiting from New Orleans.

One thing led to another, and the jazz lounge erupted with the two men going at it while I snuck outside never to look back again.

Our story should’ve ended there. It didn’t.

I was sound asleep when I woke up in the middle of the night with two pair of eyes staring back at me, naked and unclothed, belonging to Roscoe and Homer cupping their engorged members.

“Why didn’t you just say so? Us musicians get down with our muses any way we can!”

*Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe “inspired by a true story.” Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the “innocent.” By all means, send feedback along to [email protected]*

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In the end, we did indeed watch Matt’s ancient history documentary.

Truth be told, I liked it far more than I thought I would. It might have helped that for much of the rest of the evening, we… um, played a little game of “Spartan Warrior” ourselves. I didn’t realize how creative Matt was, but he was in his element. He even went so far as to give us suitable “names,” calling me “Testicles” (pronounced as to rhyme with “Hercules”). I in turn called him Oedipus, as he was… a big motherfucker. Add in some lines of cheesy dialogue, and some steamy sex, and… well, we had an evening.

Maybe you would’ve just had to have been there….

That said, it showed me a whole other side to him. I mean, here’s this prince of man roaring through life, good job, crazy adventures, a fucking lion in the sack… and still at heart a goofball. A crazy-ass kid who was flipping out on this super nerdy stuff. It was like we 13 or so and hanging out in our clubhouse. Easy. Effortless. A buddy.

And yet, for all the adventures I had had with them, none of my buddies had ever made me feel the way Matt did. It wasn’t just that he made me feel like I was the greatest guy in the world—like I was someone—but he made me feel… sexy. Shit, that’s not the right word. I mean, he didn’t make me feel like some soft-focused, air-brushed guy on the cover of a romance novel, he made me feel like… like…

…like I fucking was sex. In its rawest, purest form.

Like a… damn, I wish I had the right word. I don’t want to say like a “predator” or anything, because that makes me sound like I go around raping people. But like predator in the sense of an aggressive, musky jungle cat or timberwolf or Grizzley bear that went after sex hard. Something that could take anything you could throw at it, and give it back even harder. Letting it all out.

So that night, I was… caught off guard. 

We were pretty spent, and after some heart-pounding play, we had both drifted off. He was snuggled against me, spooning, his well-used dick nestled against my ass, with one of his hairy arms wrapped around me. I was still getting used to sleeping in close contact with someone else, but right at that moment I was fucking loving it. He wasn’t being possessive, not necessarily protective. If I had to put a word to it, he just wanted to feel… connected.

Wanting me just because he wanted to be with me.

It was an unaccustomed feeling. I’d never once felt it with a guy before, but I’m not sure if I felt it—truly felt it—with a woman before either. That kind of… connection.

I think I was half-asleep, kinda drifting. But I could feel Matt stir against me. His dick still nestled in my ass crack. His hands starting their own drift across me. Lightly. Just… feeling. I felt him bury his face against the crook of my neck. Breathing. Breathing in the scent of me. Lightly nuzzling me. God that spot… riiiiight there. I sent out an involuntary quiver. His hand slid across my chest. Across my abs. Circling. Circling. Still half-asleep, I stretched into him. Loving the light scratch of his beard on my skin. I reached back with my ass, reaching for him. I could feel the change in his dick.

Matt started a double assault… a stealthy assault. Still on our sides, his hand started making gentle circles down my abs, lower with each round. In the meantime, I could feel his beard making circles of its own. My neck. Onto my shoulders. Circles. Wider. Wider. He slid under my arm and nuzzled forward, upward. Until he was dancing across my armpit. Still breathing. Still nuzzling. It should have tickled, but it didn’t. Finally, his tongue slid out, slithering across my hairy pit. The movement awoke something deep inside me. My cock fired up. Fully awake, as I was now, too. His hand slid down and embraced it. Cupping my hairy balls. He slid his hand back all the way up to where his mouth was, licked his fingers, then resumed massaging my balls with a low wetness. Slowly jacking me. I moaned.

I’m not sure who was harder at that point.

The thing was, what happened next was so… wild, but unlike anything we had done before. Slicked up, and with God knows how much cum inside me, he slid his cockhead against my hole until it opened, then slid in. Sloooooooooowly. I swear I could feel every vein of his shaft as it moved through me. He triggered me, lighting me up from the inside. I gasped, as that first feeling of male penetration rippled throughout my body. But instead of piledriving me, he began a slow, steady motion. Entirely rhythmic. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out.

All the intensity was there, but none of the violence. Controlled. Deliberate.

Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out.

Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck.

I let loose a low moan as the fire inside me started to roar to life. Like my whole body was boiling. I shifted and rolled as he filled me, wanting to feel his dick deeper. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out.

God, he was so fucking big. So fucking hard. Hitting spots inside me….

Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out.

Easy. But relentless.

The fire inside me was glowing with golden light. And I realized the heat inside me was matched by the heat of his body against me. The light scour of his chest hair on my back. His beard at my neck. Scaping. Scratching. The wetness of his lips and tongue. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. His hands. Endlessly searching. Endlessly sweeping across my skin. Awakening me. That closeness. That all-encompassing closeness. Oh GAWD. Controlled. His motion was like a chanted mantra, and it was like I was in a trance. A trance of feeling, sexual awakening, and emotions too deep to be named. GAWD.

Without even realizing I was close, I suddenly erupted. Spraying cum everywhere as I convulsed against him. My entire body on fire. Wild. But he was controlled. Not done yet. His motion never stopped. Fucking relentless. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. He swept up some of my spent cum, bringing his hand to my mouth. I sucked his fingers hard. Like it was his cock. Tasting my own seed. Harder now even then when I shot. The feeling. Him. Matt all around me. In me. Everywhere….

And for the first time in my life, I fucking gave myself to someone. I fucking leaned back, leaned into him… and gave myself to Matt. In a way I could never give myself to a woman. Let go. Let go of everything. And let myself be caried along in the greatest sexual… bliss… I had ever experienced. Dream-like. Drunk. Entirely at Matt’s mercy. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Innnnnnnnnn and out. Closer than I had been to anyone. One with Matt.

Totally freed.

Matt wrapped his cum-drenched hand and started jacking me, matching that intoxicating rhythm. With the wet pressure of his hand, it was like I was fucking an ass myself, in time with Matt fucking mine. I think my body was… singing.

He sped up, pushing harder. I responded, swept up with him, going where ever he carried me. His mouth, his hands, his skin bringing me to life. In and out. In and out. Faster. Inandout. Light filling me. Inandout. An ocean of light. Our bodies in perfect synch, rearing up together. Boiling over together. Sensations I never….

And when we finally came, together, I felt like the sunrise on the cover of an inspirational, self-help book. I was grateful for the room’s darkness, so he couldn’t see the tears of raw emotion running down my face.

Afterwards, I slept. Deep into the morning. Wrapped up in these feelings, and the feelings of Matt. And in my dream state, there was a warmth there. A warmth in my gut. No… not in my gut. In my chest.

Shit… in my… heart.

My heart?

What the hell was that? Was I just fucking deluding myself? I mean, what was that bullshit. C’mon, you don’t “feel” anything in your heart; it’s just this big ol’ muscle that shoots blood through your body. What is this?

I opened my eyes. It was light out, and realized we were sleeping face to face. Close. I could feel his soft breath on me. Gentle. In all the ways that Matt usually wasn’t. I watched him for a bit, marveling at this guy, this King of Guys who was sleeping next to me. Naked. Completely trusting, open, and vulnerable.

Guys are never vulnerable like that in my life. And like everything else about him, it was all so… effortless.

I didn’t even realize I had raised my hand to his face. He’s always so active, running around like his hair was on fire. But with him deep in dreaming sleep, I was free to just… touch him. No response looked for or hoped for. Just… touching him.

His beard.

He kept it fairly short—I’d call it a corporate beard, kinda like a Chris Evans look. Not the wild things of terror that some of the guys were sporting at work. Dark and thick. Part of what moved him away from just being attractive to being masculine. So fucking masculine.

It was slightly unreal. I’ve never just… you know, touched a guy’s beard before. The funny thing is, women are forever bitching about facial hair, to the point that I half-expected it to feel like I was grabbing a power sander or something. Or maybe the wrong end of a Dollar Store broom. But it wasn’t. Softer than I’d thought, and easier on the hands than my stubble, but still strong and course. Softly wiry. More like the hair of his man bush than that of his head.

Nice.

Raking it gently. Letting my fingers lightly slide through it. Feeling the course hair fall away as I moved. The wiry drag against my fingers. That line where the fur ended under his jaw… now somewhat blurred after a couple days of unchecked growth. I liked it. Liked the touch.

Remembered how it felt on my skin when we were together.

It was… he was… beautiful. Shit. That’s not the right word. How could you call him or his beard such a word when he was more powerfully masculine than I would ever be? He just….

Damn, he just… did something to me, you know?

Matt must have sensed my movement. He stirred, and his eyes flickered open. He saw me, felt my fingers… and just smiled. A quiet smile. I smiled back, and curled my fingers and scritched his jaw. He closed his eyes again and leaned into my hand. My fingers still drifting across his furry cheek. Damn… more masculine than I would ever be.

Matt shifted, leaning into me. Bringing his face to me close, but shifting. Moving against my neck. That soft scour of his beard against my fingers suddenly shifted to that magic spot right under my ear.

Daaaaaamn.

He swirled his jaw, his course hair awakening my skin. Running in circles. Not tickling… but activating. I sighed heavily. He just lightly ran his tongue there. The contrast between the scrub and his wet tongue sent a shiver down my spine. Down. Straight to my dick.

Matt was in motion, teasing me. Circles with his chin. That damn electric touch of that course hair. He slid down, his scruff meeting the hair on my chest. He rolled me on my back and scoured me down, down the center of my chest. Down. Down my belly. My body loving the roughness. The steely touch of his face.

I was sure he was going for my cock, standing hard and strong, but to my surprise he kept going. Kept scouring. Roughing up my skin. Down the inside of my thigh. It almost tickled, but the coarseness satisfied. Matt grabbed ahold of my leg, and flexed it… gently, but with determination. He pulled my foot to his face, and ground his gruff against it.

Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

The course hair scoured my skin. Rough-gently. Harsh-softly.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

My skin came to life, reacting to his touch. And then came his tongue.

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

My eyes rolled back as the sensations washed over me. Matt suckling my toes, while his beard seared the skin between them. Him not giving a fuck. Just reveling in the touch. Reveling in my reaction. My body fucking writhed. My skin on fucking fire. God fucking damn it. Only a man could pull this off. A man like the fucking god before me. Tongue and hair and spit. Fuck. I almost came.

Then, in a flash he was up again, sucking my dick down. Deep and wet. My hands instinctively grabbing his head. He was swallowing me down, then pulling back, rolling his tongue around the head, and going down again. Mashing against my balls, tangling his beard in my bush. Lapping me. Licking me. And swallowing me down all over again. Fucking me… face fucking me. Fast and furious. Jacking me to reach the parts his mouth couldn’t. My shaft drenched in his spit. Harder and harder.

I fucking blew. Filling his mouth. So much, my spunk exploded out of him as he tried to swallow.

God he was good.

Later, I got up to fry some eggs and bacon for breakfast, needing desperately to refuel. The smell stirred Matt from the bedroom, and he came padding in with a huge grin on his face. “Whoo hoo! Real food! I haven’t had anything to eat but your cum since dinner!”

“Yeah I can tell… I’m not complaining, but your beard is starting to look like a glazed donut!”

Matt picked up a piece of toast from the table and threw it at me. “You’re fucking nasty, you know that?”

I shot him a huge, shit-eating grin. “Of course I do! I just didn’t think you minded!”

We ate greedily, not needing to say much. I couldn’t help but think I was going to miss him next week when he was doing his training in New Mexico.

When Matt was done, he lowered his fork, sat back, and put his hands behind his head. As Matt so delicately put it, I am fucking nasty, and I drank in the sight of his hairy pits flared before me. Damn, Matt looked good.

“Question for you, Jason. Are you happy?”

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“Just what I said. Are you… you know, happy?”

“Happy about what?

“Just happy.”

I looked at him blankly for a second. “I… guess… so? I mean, I’m happy… you’re here? Happy we’re having breakfast? I guess. Life’s pretty good.”

He gave me a look. “Hey, I’m not trying to bust your balls or anything, just asking a basic question.”

“You mean, am I enjoying life at the moment? Hell yes. HELL yes.”

“No, I get that, and I think that too… I was just wondering about something… bigger.”

Matt may have been saying he was asking a basic question, but I couldn’t help but feel there was some kind of undercurrent that I was missing. It kinda felt like when you walk into a room and hear part of an argument going, but aren’t quite sure what’s up. “I… well, I have never pretended to be the world’s best thinker. I guess I don’t often think about… ’bigger.’ Growing up in a blue collar, semi-small town, it was all ’do your job, keep your nose clean, and stay out of trouble and you’ll be alright.’ I guess I’ve thought of ’happiness’ as something you feel… later. Like when you’re an old geezer sitting in your favorite chair, with your walls full of pics and souvenirs from all your adventures, with a posse of grandkids climbing all over you.”

Matt’s demeanor… shifted. Ever so slightly. I don’t know if I can quite describe.

“Ah yes. The grandkids. Yeah. Grandkids.” He paused. “So, you’re not all alone in your favorite chair. People are part of the equation.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I’d obviously want to be in a relationship someday. Wouldn’t you?”

There was an imperceptible pause. “Yeah. Of course. ’Someday.’ I get it. I mean, you want to know you have the right person. Right?”

“Is… something up, Matt?”

“No, just… no. It’s nothing. Just kinda… nothing.” He gracefully changed the subject, and we continued stuffing our faces. It didn’t seem like anything was… wrong, really… but I half-wondered what was going on.

When Matt finally left after breakfast, I went back to bed. Okay, in honesty, I first went over to the sink and drank a lot of water, but primarily I just staggered back into my bed and hit the sheets like a tree felled in the forest. Out. Completely comatose. I remember vaguely thinking that when I woke up, I was going to feel like I did the first time I went cross-country skiing: sore in places I had never been sore before.

Yeah, I was spent.

The rest of the day was wildly low key. The highpoint was me sitting in my underwear watching the game while eating a bowl of cereal. Normally, this kind of wasted day was a perfect time for me to hit the gym, but I just didn’t have it in me. Bored, later that night, I fired up the ancient history documentary Matt and I had previously watched, and watched it again. Curious to get a better sense of my guy and what made him tick.

My guy.

My.

And with that, I think I was starting to put together what was strange about our conversation at breakfast. “A relationship,” I said. A relationship. Someday. It was a passing phrase, not meant towards anything… and certainly not about Matt and I. But, all the same, the words were out there.

Did… we… have a relationship? Was “someday”… now?

Yeah. Fuck.

So, what was this… whatever it was we were doing? I mean, did we have a relationship? Were we moving in that direction?

Did… either of us want to move in that direction?

It was hard to tell my own mind. I mean… it was crazy. The idea was crazy. Wasn’t it waaaay too soon to even think about being in a relationship? I mean… bullets had left guns with less speed than how fast Matt and I got together. I had gotten to know him over the course of a few months, sure. Knew of him in social circles for a few months prior to that. But in the end, the reality is all the fireworks had happened in like… a couple weeks. We hadn’t even really given ourselves time to react to what was going on, much less think about it.

I was only just starting to wrap my head around the fact that guys could have sex together, and still think of themselves as guys. A relationship? With two guys? What would that even look like?

I had always assumed I’d… you know, find a girl I liked. Have sex with her. Find a girl I lived having sex with. And we would get married, and have more sex, and then we’d have kids, and so on. Have the grandkids I mentioned. I mean, that was the default. What everyone in my family had done, and would expect me to do. Even if they never said that. Even if they never specifically thought that. What would it look like if I brought Matt home? I grew up in a place that had once been a small town outside a major city. With urban sprawl, it was now pretty much no different from any other suburb, but it still had that small town background. What would my folks think? My douchebag uncle, my cousins? Neighbors?

This is when things would start to get real.

And again, that didn’t even take into account my co-workers. That pack of wolves I call my friends.

And that bigger question… what, in the end, did I think?

I mean, fun is fun, and what Matt and I had been doing was great fun. Fuckbuds, really. I had had lady fuckbuds before with no problem, but never brought them home. Never really talked about them. No need. Never thought how they’d fit into my life.

But… Matt? Was he different? Did he mess everything up? Should he?

And what would it mean to blow up the path my life was on? Change directions like that? Was I okay with that?

God, my head was hurting with all this shit. But for all my freaking out over my own shit, there were a couple of questions forming in my mind that really scared the hell out of me.

What did Matt want?

Here’s the thing. The entire time we’ve been hanging out, and even in the time we’ve been fucking each other crazy, Matt has been clear that he is not looking for or ready for a relationship. Feeling like he’s not ready. Which is completely bizarre… I mean, a great guy, as hot as he is, making bank, living in a hot property downtown? Jesus, He’s got to be the most eligible bachelor in the fucking city. I mean, he could walk into Town Hall and pick up, like, every chick in the place if he wanted. But nope. He’s said it to me, he said it to my well-meaning friends who have wanted to set him up. A big, fat NO. When at our last breakfast we were talking, he seemed to cool when I mentioned I’d like a relationship, just in the abstract. Which kept me from asking the obvious follow up question. Did me bringing up the idea in the abstract freak him out? Shit. I know he’s been dealing with some heavy shit from his time with Alicia, and especially the breakup, and I’ve never wanted to rock the boat. If I even floated the idea with him directly, would he run screaming for the door?

There was another big, burning question: what if Matt and I didn’t work out?

This was another thing I was too scared to think about. He was… damn, in a short amount of time, he became my best friend. Like the best friend I could ever have. I didn’t even want to consider that I’d lose that life-changing sex we had… but in a real way, it would be far worse to lose… him. And could a relationship even last? Two dipshits falling into a relationship they don’t know how to navigate, and can’t even make sense of? Once the honeymoon period is over, would we start driving each other crazy, trying to make a gay relationship work, with all the outside pressure? How badly would I fuck him up? And then what would I do, without him? Watching him resume his adventures with some hot chick on his arm? Or would it be worse seeing him with another guy?

God. Damn. It.

What really kicked me in the crotch is that I’ve always seen myself as a man of action. A “git ‘er done” kinda guy. Not really living with my feelings, happy to push through them to deal with “later.” This… paralysis was laying me flat. And the one person I could talk to about it… was the person I couldn’t talk to about it. Man, just bringing this up to the guy would likely make him squirm, as he would probably never want to be in a relationship with me….

Aaaaaagh.

Over the next couple of days, I started falling into a funk. Which was weird as shit… I mean, things were going great in so many ways. But I couldn’t help feel like even though things with Matt were great, I was courting danger. That there were too many mines in the minefield to navigate.

But at the end of the day… I was surprised to realize something else: just how much I missed him. I mean, Jesus… he was going to be gone for, what, 10 days total? Nothing! But I was… feeling it. Wondering what he was doing. Wishing I could share some stupid, funny story about work. His smile. His scent. His beard….

The collision of feelings was getting me down. I was feeling off my game, distracted. Just moping around. By Thursday night it had gotten bad enough that I had to do something to blow off some steam, and I decided to hit the gym. Working out had always been a refuge of sorts for me, a way to burn off energy and clear my mind. And usually, doing reps worked as a like a chanted mantra that cleared my mind. But after the crazy shenanigans with Matt, I had been a bit nervous about being naked around a bunch of naked guys. Would they see right through me? How would my body respond? And how could I hide it if it… did… start to respond?

It was late at night when I finally got the nerve to head out. I had hoped that going off-hours would minimize any encounters. I really wanted to be in my own space.

My reasoning for going was logical… but the reality is that I probably shouldn’t have gone. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind. Emotions had gotten the best of me, and I wasn’t really working out, but acting out. Lashing out. And just plain being stupid. Doing superset after superset on the machines, wild and unfocused. No form whatsoever, just me punishing my body in a dumb-assed attempt to push out the pain I was in. Smash down the emotions I was feeling. The longer I was at it, the more I doubled down. Attack and attack. Endless reps, pushing past my limits. Stupid. Undisciplined. It was a miracle I wasn’t hurting myself.

Finally I pushed through a cycle way too long, having bitten off way more than I could safely chew, and realized I was letting loose with a long, snarled scream. I released. Let everything go. I stood and walked a few steps, my muscles screaming. Stood there with my hands on my hips, radiating toxicity.

“Hey bud, you okay?” A low voice behind me.

I don’t know what it was, but that simple, innocuous question unleashed something inside me. All my confusion, doubts, frustrations and physical pain boiled over at once. “I’m FINE!” I wheeled on the guy, in full attack mode. “FUCK OFF!!”

I was ready to rumble… but seeing him I stopped myself short. I recognized the guy, although we’d never spoken before. Seen him around a few times… usually there in the mornings, if memory served. And seeing this guy once, you’d never forget him. With the possible exception of Matt, he was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in real life. Almost at the perfect midway point between being a Greek god and a lumberjack. A jaw strong enough to chisel granite, and eyes that were almost hypnotic. Radiating easy masculinity, power and confidence. No need to prove anything to anyone.

In response to my nakedly hostile remark, some guys might have puffed up and met me head on. This guy simply raised his hands placatingly, turned on his heels and when back to his business.

Great, Jason. Real asshole move there, with someone who was just trying to help.

Still in a foul mood, I stormed out back into the locker room. Stripping off my sweat-drenched clothes, I decided hit the hot tub for a bit before heading home. I could already tell just how sore I was going to be tomorrow, and thought maybe it would help. And, maybe the heat and the jets would help me unclench, in the way that my workout had not. Plus… well, I loved the feel of the bubbles on my bare balls.

I slid in, and I think it was helping. Slowing me down. Relaxing. Bringing me back to myself. I got lost in the moment, as my mind slowly started to drift.

A sound brought me back. I looked over to see the guy I had accosted turn the corner, making his way to the hot tub. He saw me, and paused for a second….

Jesus.

I mean, Jesus. I thought he was a Greek god before, with his clothes on. Seeing him naked as the day he was born was like a revelation. A lesson in masculine form. Lots of gym rats end up with perfectly sculpted, but ultimately artificial bodies. Hyper definition, usually just for show. This guy was like the embodiment of how a man’s body should look in its ideal form. Muscles, but in the way they should be, naturally. Muscles for use, not for show. He obviously plays, or played… something. He had dark hair, and like me he had a good dusting of hair across his arms, body, and crotch… not like Sasquatch, but looking like a fucking man. Seeing him in all his naked glory literally stopped my breath for a second. I mean, who was this guy…? He looked like he had just won a dozen gold medals at the Olympics. I quietly thanked God he didn’t take my outburst as a challenge… the man could have crushed me like an empty beer can.

The Olympian stood there for a second, clearly wondering if it was worth it to get in naked to a hot tub, alone, with another naked guy who was quite possibly a psycho.

“Hey man!” I called out, abashedly. “Look, I’m really, really sorry about biting your head off earlier. I’m just… in a fucked-up head space right now and I lashed out stupidly. That was completely uncalled for, and… well, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no worries,” the Olympian said as he casually hung his towel on one of the hooks. “We’ve all been there before. No harm, no foul.” There was again, such a… casual, natural confidence to him. Easy masculinity. But, surprisingly, a natural warmth to him, too. “Mind if I join you?”

“Nah, be my guest. I’m Jason, by the way.”

“Ryan. Nice to meet you.” He splashed in across from me, settled in and looked me over, gently. “I don’t know you from Adam, but you definitely seem to be out of sorts. Anything a stranger can help with?”

Part of me wanted to—finally!—unload. On him, on anyone. But there was no way I could go into the specifics. I opted for a few generalities. “Oh, just the usual… you know, relationship shit.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “Yeah, we’ve really all been there before. I’ve navigated a few shit-storms myself. I think the worst was when I followed a girl here to start a new life together, and she dumped my sorry ass like 24 hours later. I’ve vented on a lot of buds before, and am happy to return the favor if you want.”

I looked at him, at that sympathetic face, those hypnotic eyes… and strangely enough, I almost trusted him. Almost. Not quite. Not enough for specifics. But I realized just at that moment how much I needed to lean on someone. Anyone.

“Ugh, I don’t even know where to start. I think it’s the classic case of finding a great person who may or may not be the right person. Lots of complications. But the thing eating at me the most is… I may have fallen for… a friend. And since there are all the complications, I could end up torching a friendship if things go south. And that friendship is worth more than gold to me. I don’t have the best record with relationships, and I’m scared I could end up fucking things up, and losing… everything.”

“Hoo boy… yeah bud, I hear you. It’s scary as hell to be in that position, when we know exactly what we’ll lose if things don’t work out. It’s paralyzing. If it helps, I think that while the friendship can make it scarier than usual to make a move, in the end the best relationships are built from friendships. It’s just such a stronger foundation. You know what you’re getting into. You’ve likely seen them at their worst, and let them see you at your worst. You can 100% be yourself, and be seen for yourself. There’s a greater level of trust. A deeper connection. You can be there for someone so much more.” He chuckled. “But of course, I would say that… I fell for one of my friends, too. The complications I was staring down were probably way different from the ones you’re up against… but in the end, everything worked out. Together 7 years, and married for 5.”

“Hey man, congratulations, that’s great to hear!” It really was great to hear. “Not to pry, but can I ask how you got her to make the jump with you? What was your secret weapon?”

He looked at me for the briefest of pauses, but went on. “Well actually, it’s ’him.’ I told you my complications were probably different from yours.”

“Oh, God… sorry, I didn’t know!” I answered, embarrassed. And… let me tell you about all the complicated emotions that started ping-ponging in my head.

Ryan smiled, warmly. “Nah, not a problem. It came as a surprise to me, too—I didn’t even realize I could love a guy before. But I’ve come to believe you like a person, not a gender. Everything else is bullshit.”

Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. My mind was running a mile a minute… so fast I almost forgot he was speaking. He kept going. “But to answer your question, he wooed me with a “Lord of the Rings” movie marathon. After that, I was all his!”

I barked out loud, appreciative laughter. “Must have been the extended edition, right?”

“How else to get to a guy’s heart?” Ryan laughed. “No, but he really was my best friend, who ended up being there totally by accident after my ex-girlfriend dumped me. I was really in a dark place, and he… kinda saved my life. We became tight, tighter than tight. He’s just… the best friend I could have asked for. The best guy I could have asked for. Always had my back, never asking for anything. Solid.” He gave me an appraising look. “And from the mopey look in your eyes, I’m guessing it’s the same for you and her, too… right?”

I wanted to say something, really unload, but I was too chicken shit. If nothing else, it seemed weird to ‘fess up to a total stranger, when I hadn’t even had the beginnings of a conversation with Matt. So, I just nodded vaguely.

“Like I said, the thought of losing that friendship was for a while too scary an obstacle for either of us to make a move, but that friendship ultimately made us that much stronger. I’m the Luckiest Guy in the World. But who knows,” he said, ribbing me lightly, “maybe the you’ll claim that title yourself. After you make your move… right?”

I was a raging storm of emotion, and barely knew what to say. There was a warm, gentle silence for a few minutes as he let me chew over his words. Finally, I stood up. “Yeah… yeah. Hey man, you’ve helped me more than I can ever say, but I need to head out. Thank you. I mean it. Thank you. You’ve… given me a lot to think about.”

“Happy to help, bud… I know what it’s like. Good luck!”

I was proud of myself for making it back to my car before I completely broke down into an ugly-crying mess.

Friday night was another round of fun with the guys at Town Hall, and I was looking forward to it. I was looking forward to drowning out the last of my doubts in a few much-needed adult beverages, and cutting loose. My buds always could lift my spirits.

It was a pretty normal night, with the crew in good form. I was sitting with a couple of buddies, shooting the shit, when a trio of girls approached our table. It looked like Maggie, Jackie, and…

“AMY??!!?” I blurted out, way too loud.

“Heya Pumpkin Man!” Amy fired back, smiling.

I… may have blushed. “Oh Jesus, you remember that…?” Everyone else was looking back and forth between us in utter surprise.

Amy was laughing, and looked around the table at all the bewildered faces. “Yes, I met Jason when he was trying—and spectacularly failing—to pull off this prank back in college. Oh… it went bad. And was reaaaaaaally messy. And stank.”

Everyone joined in the laughter. One of the guys at the table immediately piped up, “Oh shit… I remember! I thought you were going to be suspended! I don’t know how you talked your way out of that one!”

I tried to tamp down the laughter at my expense. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, how the hell are you?”

The thing is, Amy and I had kinda a convoluted history. I won’t lie, back in college I had a major thing for her. She was—is—smokin’ hot, with a hilariously sharp sense of humor. The kind of sweet-and-sour personality that guys lapped up. The thing is, we were like “When Harry Met Sally,” in that we kept having the worst timing: we were never both single at the same time. We occasionally hung out as part of a larger group for a time, but not regularly. She was one of those “what if” people in your lives. I’m pretty sure there was some chemistry, but we never had the opportunity to act. I had completely lost track of her after graduation.

She jumped into the conversation effortlessly, like we were all best of friends. Her sense of humor had lost none of its edge, and in a few minutes were all laughing uproariously. It was… a strange experience. I immediately felt all that old chemistry, immediately remembering why I used to jerk off thinking about her. But for all that, it was almost like an out of body experience. Like I was watching things happen, rather than living them. Amy had always been a total flirt; and sure enough, she would brush my arm repeatedly while telling this or that story. At one point, telling a mortifying story, she laughingly rested her head on my shoulder. But as much as I loved the attention, my feelings were just skating on the surface. I wasn’t getting the same electricity I got from….

“MATT!” I heard someone shout his name, and looked up to see the man himself standing right in front of us. In person. He was there! Looking as amazing as ever! I think my heart started glowing….

One of my buddies jumped in, “Hey man, good to see you! I thought Jason said you were out this week!”

“Yeah, that was the plan.” I’m not gonna lie, I had butterflies in my stomach seeing him. Hot as fuck. My All-American. But as he talked, I started to realize there was… something in his voice…. “Plans changed, and I decided to fly back after my training was done. Looks like just in time.” There was a leveled edge….

Shit. I realized Amy was still draped across my shoulder. Shit.

“Hey Matt!” I jumped in quickly. A low panic building, which I’m sure didn’t help. “This is… Amy. She’s an old friend. I mean, she’s not… old. She’s just a friend. Not old at all. Just a friend.” Shit. Was I babbling?

“So it seems,” Matt said, in a terrifyingly level voice.

Maggie jumped in, bubbling. “Yeah, I knew they knew each other and had some history, and that’s why they’d be perfect together. I was so happy when Jason agreed to go out with her again!”

Huh??!? I weakly stammered, “… I… agreed…?  …To go out….?” What the fuck? What the everlasting fuck? Panic, which had just started to raise its head inside me, now roared across my mind in full force.

Matt had an absolutely deadly look on his face as he smoothly turned to Maggie. “Oh. Really. When did he agree to go out with her?”

Maggie looked at Amy and I with a huge smile. “Oh, it was a couple of weeks ago, but this was the first time it worked out.”

Wait, a couple of weeks ago?? What the…? How did…? My brain furiously worked overtime, trying to make sense of what was happening. My senses heightened from raw fear. Yessssssss, I remember. Maggie and Jackie did talk to me a couple weeks ago. I was so focused on Matt that I barely remember….

Oh shit. They were talking about relationships. I wasn’t really paying attention. Shit. Shitshitshit. What did I say? What did I agree to?

Maggie went on, blindly unaware of the nails she was pounding into my coffin. “I just knew they’d be perfect for each other and am just so glad it’s finally worked out. It’s been too long since Jason had someone, and it’s about time! And don’t worry, Matt… you’re on my list, too! It’s been awful having the two of you sitting around lonely. You were the two most eligible guys around. Pretty soon, you were just both just going to be left with no one but each other, and no one wants that!”

Everyone laughed.

I turned to Matt, horrified. Terrified. Strangled words choking in my throat. Oh God. OH GOD. He kept on a mask of stoic manliness, but as I watched I could see that split second where his heart ripped in two.

And my heart shattered into a million, million pieces. No. NO. NO!!!!!

Matt hardened his face. I could see the effort it was costing him. “Well… it was a long… flight… and I should… you know… get home….” Without another word, he turned and all but bolted for the door.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Everyone at the table turned in confusion to watch him go. Thank God. They didn’t see the raw, wild terror rip across my face. My world, my whole fucking world was ripping itself apart. Oh God. OHGODOHGODOHGOD. This couldn’t happen! THIS CANNOT HAPPEN!

I shot up from the table, nearly flipping it. “Oh hey… I forgot… I have to ask Matt something… important.  Give me a sec, will you…?”

I desperately grabbed my coat and ran for the door. It was frustrating as hell, because it felt like everyone suddenly wanted to talk to me. It felt like I was like running through a carnival fun house, wildly distorted, trying to move forward, terror rising up. No! NO! NONONO!

I finally blasted through the crowd and threw open the door. It was a nasty evening, snowing fairly heavily and with a sharp wind to the point that everyone was inside—even the most dedicated smokers. I scanned the parking lot, but didn’t see him. NO! NONONONO! IT COULDN’T GO DOWN LIKE THIS! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!

Wait! Given how late it was, I realized that Matt would have had to have parked in the overflow parking lot further back. I sprinted. Panic driving me… THERE! I could see him! I could catch him! He had to listen to me. HE HAD TO FUCKING LISTEN!

“MATT! Hold up! Please! PLEASE! That’s not what you think it was! MATT! PLEASE!”

I finally caught up to him, and grabbed wildly for his arm. Matt wrenched it away from me and turned on me with an expression that was equal parts pain and rage. What was left of my heart shattered.

“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Matt, no PLEASE! You don’t understand!” I was wild now, unhinged, desperate. No! This couldn’t be happening! NOT LIKE THIS!

“Oh I think I understand perfectly! I turn around for five minutes, and you couldn’t wait to grab someone new. Good job, bud! What, three whole days before you make your move?”

I was a ball of raw emotion. “NO! You caught like 1 minute of a conversation and jumped to the wrong conclusion! I WOULDN’T DO THAT! You KNOW me!”

Matt stopped raging for a second, which was a thousand times more terrifying. “And you know me.” He bit off every word. “You know how much Alicia fucked me up with all that bullshit, and you went and did the same thing. You! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!”

“Matt, please! This all makes no sense! We’ve been joined at the hip for the last two weeks, WHEN WOULD ALL OF THIS HAVE GONE DOWN? You’ve fucking SEEN me! You can check my phone! Look into my eyes! Remember all that emotion we shared together! Do you think I’m some kind of Oscar-winning actor that could have pulled off that much of an act? Listen to me! This is a misunderstanding! Just think for a second! You’ll see….”

And with that, Matt reared back and clocked me.

I staggered back, instinctively clapping my hand to my nose, checking for blood. And Matt came after me again.

I have no problem admitting that Matt has a few pounds of muscle over me.

But I’ve been in more bar fights.

In minutes, I had taken Matt down, sending him sprawling ass-first into the plowed snowbank at the edge of the lot, too stunned to move. And in that moment, I turned on him, every emotion in my body erupting at once.

“Would you fucking shut up and listen to me??!!!? I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU GOD! DAMN! FUCKING! FUCKWIT!”

Matt went absolutely still.

My voice was a vicious snarl. “I fucking love you, ok? Can you get that through your stupid-ass pea brain or do I have to fucking beat it into you? I love you. LOVE you. I love you so fucking much… you fucking make my whole chest hurt! I don’t think I ever knew what love was until I met you! Jesus fucking Christ!”

I stalked in a tight circle for about four steps until I rounded on him again, harshly jabbing my finger at him. “And it’s not just your dick, got it? I love YOU, like… all of you! I… love… that stupid way you eat pizza! I love the way you get… all weepy… when you watch animal videos! I love that you fucking always run ahead and open doors for people! That you fucking wave to your neighbors and ask them about their lives! Talk to bartenders and waitstaff like they matter! And I fucking love the way your smile makes me feel like the fucking King of the World! Do you think I’d throw everything away for 5 minutes of ass? You’re the best thing to ever happen to me! Look, other people may be trying to set me up, but it doesn’t matter because YOU are the one I love, you stupid cuntshit. The ONLY one I love! Do you get it, or do I have to kick your ass again!”

I took a few steps and kicked a small snow boulder on the ground. It satisfyingly exploded into a million pieces. I stood there, panting. Matt hadn’t moved a muscle this whole time. Just looking downward. Silent. Shit.

Shit.

After a long, awkward pause, I gingerly walked over to Matt and sat down in the snow next to him. Unable to look at him. I breathed in a big sigh. “Sorry, Matt. That… um, came out wrong.”

He murmured out, without looking at me, “You mean you don’t really love me?”

“What? NO! I absolutely love you. Hard. Just with… maybe… less swearing and… um, threats.”

There was a pause that seemed to last forever. Then Matt started shaking… shaking… and finally threw his head back and started howling with laughter. Big, open laughter. The kind of laughter where you just fucking went limp from laughing so hard. I started at him indignantly for a moment, but then joined him. Laughing. Roaring. All kinds of emotion being released into the snowy air. Laughing.

Until just like that, he started crying. As hard as we had been laughing. A release of a thousand tears’ worth of emotion. I grabbed him, and in a flash I was ugly crying right there with him. “I’m so sorry Matt. I’m so sorry. God, I love you. You have to know how much I love you. I know what that must have looked like, but that was all them. They were trying to set me up, it had nothing to do with me. There’s only you. Please, please… you have to believe me. The only time I felt alive this whole fucking week is when you walked in and I saw you.” Matt was a mess, his face pressed against me, holding me desperately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you bud. I will always have you.”

Matt recovered enough poise to pull his face up, and look me dead in the eye. “God, I love you, Jason. You have no idea. I don’t even think I had an idea until I saw you there, with that girl, and thought I’d lost you. However bad it was learning how Alicia was unfaithful… seeing you and her was a thousand times worse. I wasn’t strong enough for that. These last few weeks, you’ve been my everything.” There was a big pause, but finally Matt unleased in a rush. “And seeing you with her was like the confirmation of my biggest fear. That any day you were going to realize you don’t need this. That I’m getting ahead of my skis, and you don’t need me as much as I need you. I mean, shit… Jason, you could walk into any place and go home with whoever you want. You’re fucking incredible. I feel like I don’t have a right to any of this.”

I took his head in my hands. “Matt, how the hell could you think even that? Of course I need you! And look, I’m just a dumb fuck-up, trying to get by in life. You’re… the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You make me want to be a better man, just so I’m somehow fucking worthy of you. Trust me, I’m so getting the better deal here.”

Matt sob-laughed, and went in to kiss me… on my freshly-punched jaw. I yelped, just a little. “Oh God, Jason, I’m so sorry! So fucking sorry!”

I clambered to my feet, then reached down and pulled Matt up as well. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here. I know a perfect way for you to make it up to me. Somehow, I have a feeling that make-up sex with you is gonna be EPIC!” And I hugged him harder than anyone I’ve ever hugged in my life.

As it turns out, I was right about the make-up sex… the next 24 hours or so were some of the best of my life. On an entirely different level. It only took a few moments to realize that as much as we had been fucking with passion, we were now fucking with emotion.

And that made a world of difference.

But more than that, I realized something else. Something amazing. Something life-changing:

As good as this was… this was only the beginning.

And I can’t wait for the rest.

* * *

 

EPILOGUE

The next few months were a blur, in all the best ways. We took things somewhat slowly, as Matt and I still had a fair amount of emotional bullshit to work through. But, we worked on everything together. And it felt like every day drew us closer. That advice I had gotten was dead-on, it was so much better having started off as friends. Easier. We really could be 100% ourselves.

But for all that, we still hadn’t said anything publicly to our families, co-workers, or to the crew. Part of it was practical… everything was so new, and it was easier for us to work through things in private, outside of the spotlight. And, in honesty, I wasn’t sure how anyone would respond. I wanted Matt and I to have a solid foundation before we opened ourselves up for criticism. Neither of us could forget that night that my crew essentially laughed at the idea of us ever being together.

But they were still my crew.

One weekend night, we were hanging out at Town Hall, living life out loud. Matt and his arch-rival Paul were locked in a pool game to end all pool games. Surrounded by fans. I loved watching him play, flush with life. I didn’t see exactly what happened, but apparently Matt got off one helluva shot to end the game, and the crowd erupted. Money changed hands. Matt did some embarrassing kind of victory move, while Paul screamed and laughingly threatened to kick his ass.

After absorbing the praise of the onlookers, Matt sauntered over to my table, pretty much full of himself. “All hail the conquering hero!” he intoned.

“Lucky break?” I ribbed him.

“The conquering hero needs no luck!” Matt shot back haughtily. “Stay there for a sec, the conquering hero is getting us drinks… on Paul’s tab. Because,” as he shot a look in Paul’s direction, “because Paul’s a loo-ser!”

Paul rolled his eyes and laughingly flipped Matt off. I watched Matt make his way to the bar, thinking how I was the luckiest bastard in the world.

My buddy Rick showed up, shaking his head and making a theatrical groan. “What’s your problem?” I asked mockingly.

“Jesus, dude. You’ve got it bad.”

All my laughter and high spirits of the evening died away instantly, replaced by icy fear. “What… what do you mean? I…”

“Oh please,” Rick responded. “Do you think you guys are subtle? That we don’t know what’s up? Hell, we talk about it all the time.”

“I…”

“The only thing I can’t figure out is why you two don’t just come out and say something. I mean, what… are you afraid we’re gonna gay bash you or something?”

“I…”

“Holy shit… that’s it, isn’t it. You think we’re gonna like… jump you in the parking lot. Curb stomp you. Isn’t it?”

“I…”

“What the hell? You know what, Jason? You can fuck off. You can fuck all the way off. How can you think…? Jesus. Do you remember that time a while back when I was spiraling down, screwing up my life? Do you remember what you said to me? What you did for me?”

“I…”

“I’ll cut to the end. You probably fucking saved my life. Picked me up, dusted me off, and got me going again. Do you think a man forgets something like that? And Jesus Christ… how many times have you done that, for how many of the guys here? That’s what you do, man. That’s what makes you… you. And you think we’re gonna repay you by kicking your ass or something? Fuck you, Jason. Fuck. You.”

“I…”

“But hey, I came over to tell you there’s a change of plans for watching the game on Sunday. Still at 1:00, but we’re meeting up at Ian’s place instead. He got a fancy new TV he’s all proud of. I’m putting you in charge of the wings. Oh! And can you have Matt bring that nacho dip he makes? That shit is good.”

“I…”

“Ooo… there’s Mike. Hey Mikey! Hold up a second! I have a question for you…!”

And with that Rick vanished back into the crowd, leaving me stunned speechless. That was… a lot of information in 30 seconds.

After a moment, Matt came back carrying a pair of drinks. “The conquering hero is back! What did Rick want? Jason? Jason??”

I just quietly looked at Matt, barely able to put two thoughts together. Finally, I said blankly, “He… knows. I guess they all… know.”

“Shit,” Matt said, as he slowly lowered the drinks to the table. “Shit. Well… what do you want to do?”

I looked at him. “Only one thing to do, I guess.”

I stood, and put a couple of fingers to my mouth… letting loose with an air raid siren of a whistle that probably stopped traffic for three square blocks. All sounds from the bar ceased; I had the floor.

“Listen up, jerkwads! I’ve got something to say to you all!”

With that, I stepped to Matt, and laid on him the biggest, juiciest, most theatrical kiss of my life. Long and deep. Bending him backwards in a dip. Surprised noises filled the air, and someone let loose a wolf-whistle. With that, I pulled back, and defiantly scanned the room. “We good? As you were!”

There was the briefest of pauses, when suddenly the bar exploded in an exuberant avalanche of masculine camaraderie. Cheers! Applause! Whoops! Those closest to Matt and I surged forwards. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul give Matt a flying tackle of a hug from behind, before I was buried under a hailstorm of overenthusiastic back-slapping.

Yeah… I really was the luckiest bastard in the world.

In the end, I was left with a random, stray thought: it was wildly premature, and wildly presumptuous, but I had to wonder…

…how many groomsmen are you allowed at a wedding…?

 

THE END

All I knew beforehand was that my younger sexy husband wrapped his sweaty arms and upper body around my similarly my sweaty torso, began grinding his crotch into my sweaty shorts and bit my neck.  His running shorts might not have been there at all because his boner was out the leg and stabbing into me.  He growled more than whispered: “I’d like to fuck my husband in the pool.  Now!”

It was unseasonably warm; had come from cleaning the front walk and had found me working in the back yard garden area.  That normally very well-tended flower bed had become woefully overgrown during an unplanned absence during a consulting gig that got extended right up until our a vacation; and then the holidays kept thoughts of yard maintenance at bay when we returned.  Sure we have a service that trims hedges and cuts the lawn; but there’s so much more that always needs to be done.  Leaving it causes an ever-growing job. The ruin of our garden could not be ignored.  Until the next thing I knew Kent had his hand down the back of my shorts, two fingers inside me opening me up, and was kissing me like he hadn’t just fucked my lights out that morning.

We were in our pool shortly thereafter.  It’s secluded unless the one-side neighbors go to their upstairs spare bedroom and looked out between the palms that surround our pool.  I knew because before they bought (after we did) we’d gone to an open house to do the recon.  I can’t say if we were relieved or disappointed; we spent most of our pool time naked and there was comfort in knowing we were as secluded as we thought but also disappointment in having any overt exhibitionism thwarted.

Roofers were working over the garage in across the street.  As Kent shoved his hard dick through my resistant opening I looked skyward; and as  my eyes swept toward the heavens I thought it was a shame that our pool area is nearly completely private so nobody could see me getting boned by the studly young buck I’m blessed to have as my husband.

I learned after that a sweaty roofer across the street was my benefactor; Kent told me later that a hot muscular roofer across the street on the Jacobs’ roof had inspired our midday delight (that day).

We floated in the blazing sun after he thoroughly banged me.  I could feel my gaping opening allowing his cum flow out into the pool water; I knew it was mixing among the thousands of gallons of pool water with the spermload I had jerked out of my own dick while he relentlessly impaled me until he finally came in a great shout of release.  Kent pumped what felt like a gallon of his juice up into my sore hole.

“I saw every muscle in his torso flex and glisten from his perspiration in this sun.”

“It’s a damned good thing the weather turned back warm yesterday and is staying that way through the weekend,” I observed.  I hoped we’d both catch a glimpse of the roofer tomorrow; and my husband’s passions would ignite again with me the beneficiary.

“Yeah!” Kent agreed and splashed some water over his ripped upper body and exposed balls and half-hard dick glistening in the afternoon sun.  “When he stretched his arms above his head at one point his thick underarm tufts were soaked and dripping in beads of his perspiration.  I stopped long enough to really look; okay maybe I stared and might have licked my lips.  He caught me; and he adjusted his bulging crotch while he smiled at me and waved with his other hand.”

My husband was telling me essentially that he’d been eye-fucking some anonymous roofer in our neighborhood.  I’d thought our pool romp had been a hot spontaneous thing born of my husband’s insatiable desire for his older husband; I could not have sworn that it wasn’t the endorphins keeping me afloat there instead of the pool float while I listened to him confess.  Still …

“And when I had the walk clean and the Amazon package opened that took me out front in the first place and then came back to find you …  There you were; no shirt and muscles and that manly chest fur glistening and flexing while you worked in the back garden.  And you even had those tight hot army shorts on that really show off your ass and they were all sweaty all around the waist and down your ass-crack …   Goddammit Al I can’t control myself around you; and if I ever lost you-“

We’d been holding hands and he’d yanked me close to him clenching my hand as he choked on his words.  He clenched my hand tighter and fought in vain to keep control.

I rolled off my float and pulled him off his and into my arms.  “It didn’t end that way.  We made it; you and me.”  I held him close and kissed his temple as he sobbed.  This happens to both of us at times when we re-live the accident of a couple of years before and the long months of my recovery.

Our dog Sasha let out a plaintive bark from the pool deck; he didn’t abide any of our family being in pain of any sort.  It caused us both to get it together and laugh momentarily.

“Yes boy; we all made it didn’t we?” I cooed at our trusty best friend. Sasha had been with us in the SUV and fortunately neither he nor Kent were hurt.

After some more hanky panky in the pool and sun-drying afterward I went back for another go at the primeval mess that had once been our garden.  This time Kent helped.  Sasha supervised.

Afterward we had a short cool rinse-off together on the pool deck using the outdoor shower.  When I pulled Kent into a clench he laughed and suggested we get something to eat to fuel up for some late afternoon delight or early evening escapade.  I was hard but couldn’t fight his logic; notably the implied promise.

It was as we cleaned up from that very late lunch still in just towels after the outdoor shower that the doorbell rang.  I won’t lie and say it didn’t annoy me; I still had a semi threatening full-on boner in expectation of dragging Kent me to our bed when we were done clearing our meal.  I didn’t bother to check Ring and just growled “l’ll get rid of whoever it is” and stomped to the door.

I threw the front door open with a who the fuck are you and what do you want sort of forcefulness.  Facing me was a shirtless younger stud who was soaked in sweat including dripping hair and a thick ring of sweat around the waist of his cargo shorts and descending to his groin.

“Nice” the stranger exhaled with a smile; and he gave me a full once-over.  He brazenly adjusted himself; and Kent’s description flashed in my mind.  Had to be!

I stood facing him in only my own wet towel clinging to my hips.  I felt my semi-hardon flex against the terry.  If this was in fact the roofer he was every bit the dish Kent had spied.

“Two studs in the house.  Either I’m a luckier guy than when the younger stud caught my eye earlier … or you two are father and son maybe?  Maybe I’m even luckier if you are … and if you … “

He stopped and just grinned at me.  His hand had never left his big bulge in his sweaty cargo shorts and he tugged and made the waist band go even lower and exposed the top boundary of a lush blond bush.

“Al who is it?” Kent asked coming around and into the foyer.  He’d put his hand on my shoulder and leaned into me to see around the door.  “OH!” he blurted and stopped cold.  Then I knew for certain it was the roofer from the Jacobs house.

The roofer grinned.  “I was thinking I wasn’t wrong earlier.”  He grabbed himself tighter and took his time adjusting his now tenting crotch.

Just then the warm breeze wafted the smell of manly sweat mixed with vague remnants of body wash at us.  I know Kent got it too; we both shivered against each other from the pheromone rush.  The unseasonable heat made it obvious that our shivers were from the excitement.

“I didn’t uh-“ Kent stammered.  His grip on my shoulder went tight and he leaned into me more.

Honestly I liked all of it.  I gave the hot guy on our porch an obvious once-over of my own.

“If you’re looking for some hot action we were just about to have some of our own.  Three’s company.”

I lolled my head over onto Kent’s broad shoulder and made eyes at him.  I reached back and rubbed his thickening rod through his wet towel; he moaned and then caught himself.

“Or were you here for something else; some juice maybe?”

“Oh that’s exactly what I’m here for.”

The sexy worker who would spend the next hour or so getting sweatier with us hadn’t moved; he leered back.  “Juice for certain!”

“Won’t you come in?” Kent asked formally.

“I’ll come if you come,” the worker said sassily and managed to grab each of our dicks as he passed inside.  “Oh yeah I’ll definitely come” he said with lewd effect and pulled our towels off.  “You’ll decide where.”  Then he unzipped and let the cargo shorts drop nearly on Sasha’s head; he’d gotten interested when the stranger entered.

Sasha gave the sweaty shorts a good sniffing looking up at the stranger occasionally but content with the shorts.  Perv!  Like his dads!

The stranger pushed his sweat-soaked purple boxer briefs down, and whipped out a beautiful fat cut dick and heavy pair of balls.  Sasha gave both a good sniff then wandered off; he’s far more easily pleased than we are and he knows a naked man means time for him to get lost.

“Now that we’ve got the show and tell out of the way,” the roofer said with a grin at us and gave our crotches some directed looks.

I shut the door self-conscious of neighbors; even though our front door and porch isn’t exposed to the sidewalk or street that directly.  But I stood proud of what I was showing and equally proud and admiring my husband’s big dick.

The roofer stood proudly displaying hos wares with a turn from side to side as he showed us his magnificent bubble butt.  “Do I meet your approval men; because you sure meet mine.”  Then he reached out and ran the flat fingers and palm of his hand down my torso over my wide ‘racing stripe’ scar from my surgeries.  “Sexy as fuck!” he added.

Naked in just his boots the roofer’s muscles and the smell of his sweat was compelling.  A fine sweaty ass on him sealed the allure.

I dropped to my knees and took an incautious long swipe up that sweaty crack with my tongue.  The smell of him up close was heady; the taste was all man and surprisingly clean for his exertion and obvious lack of facility to prep for ass play.    

He seemed to know what I was thinking.

“Nothing to worry about back there.  I’m on a juice cleanse.”

I didn’t hesitate; I was treated to a meal of man hole almost rivaling my husband’s eminently palatable love portal.  If it’s only for the sake of full disclosure he likewise considers mine a manly meal and eagerly and expertly eats me until I beg for his dick or cum; usually both!

“Fuck yah daddy!”  The new guy exclaimed loudly.

I dug my tongue farther into the guy’s tight hole.  For good measure I took a hold on his hairy dangling balls to pull them back and give them some love too.  “Oh fuck!”

“You offering that hot ass to us?” Kent asked, giving one cheek a slap.

“Hey dudes NOTHING’s off the table for you two hot men ya know?  And there’s sure enough of you two to go around.”

He was in an awkward position with his shorts around his ankles and his boots.  “Why don’t you get the rest of your stuff of?” I suggested.  And he wasted no time.

“When’s the last time this tight hole got a good stretching?” I asked.

Standing now proudly naked in all his muscular glory our guest smiled with mischief.  “Never recently enough; especially when two fine fuckers like you haven’t opened me up yet.”  To drive his point home he licked his lips slowly and eyed both of our proudly standing hard dicks.  “Good thing I like a challenge; two extra large!”  He winked.

We’re both on the better half of the bell curve if you get my drift.  I’m not porn star hung; but Kent is.  Having passed the mid-century mark I bathed in the compliments for my part.

“Why don’t we take this to a bedroom?” Kent suggested.

“Lead the way” our guest responded eagerly.  To be helpful he put my hand on his own very respectable hard-on.  “I’ll follow.”

Kent did lead the way; to our rooms.  I was already aching to take my turn on this guy’s tight butthole.

“Nice ass on you!” the guest said obviously leering at Kent’s very fine bubble butt.  Then he gave my ass a smack.  “Also VERY nice!  I seriously hope you sit on my face with that.”

We all stopped when we got in the bedroom by the big king-sized bed.  There was an awkward moment where we were all just paused.

“Should we take that spread off?” The roofer asked.  Then he looked through to the bathroom and directly into the wet room.  “Or do you want me to clean off the sweat and grime first.

Kent shoved our guest backward onto the bed without a word.

“Well fuck yah!  Game on!” the roofer cried and he bounced on the bedspread as his balls bounced on his thigh and his big hard-on swung to a stop.  The view of his muscles in motion and hard cock swaying around among bouncing balls stoked me even more.

Then he couldn’t talk anymore because Kent climbed on him and shoved his delicious ass down on the guest’s face.  Kent’s dick was rock hard and seemed to be pointing my way while he stared down; and it was flopping up and down while he rode the guy’s face.  The guy was clamping onto Kent’s perfect bubble butt with tanned muscular hands and steadying him.  Kent’s dick shaft was smacking the guy’s collar bone and his head was drooling precum that splatted each time his fat knob slapped down between the guy’s abs; there was a splattered puddle there.

“Before we get too much further,” I asked, “Are you clean?  We are, we’re on PrEP, and we don’t want anything else.”

The guy momentarily pushed Kent’s hairy crack up enough to tell me he was “pristine” and offered to show his most recent test results on his phone if we wanted him to.  Someone was sure prepared while he was laying roof tile.   His last words got garbled by Kent’s muff muting all but grunts and moans again.

Kent moved back farther to throat fuck him and got enough of his monster dick in for his big balls to be bouncing on the guy’s forehead.  The guy gagged and flailed; Kent’s knob could be seen jabbing around inside the roofer’s throat.

I should tell whoever is reading that my husband Kent is a bit of a wild man in bed; or anywhere else sex is involved.  He gets worked up easy and lets loose.  It’s not what I fell in love with him for; it’s one of many things I fell in love with him for.  He may be the most fun guy I’ve ever been man-on-man with; no question he’s the best.

“Get the hell on him hon!”  Kent was in the zone and ordering me to fuck the roofer while he rode the guy’s face.  HAWT!

“You should do the honors love” I told him.   Yes I love my man that much; that I’d let him have this hunk’s hole first.

“Get the fuck on this whore!”  I only ever hear Kent swear when his dick is hard; and only with me.  This dominance of both throat fucking the guest while he gagged, coughed, and writhed around and ordering me around was making my hard dick drip and twitch.

The roofer was struggling but not as much as to try and push Kent off I noticed.  Our guest had some skills despite the inevitable physics of Kent’s size and aggression.

“At least smack his nuts around if you’re not going to fuck him. I want to feel his throat clench harder on my cock.”

The guy’s dick was hard as steel and arced up over his lower abs; not huge but big and cut.  There was a big pool of his own pre-cum; obviously he was enjoying it so far.  But ball-smacking I thought while something kinky of our own predilection to most guys it might not be welcome.  Kent seemed to know what I was thinking; why I was hesitant.

“Do it for me.  Like I like it.”  He said it less commanding and more like the man I could not refuse anything.

I did it just like he liked.  I reached over and grabbed up the guy’s sweaty hairy balls and took a grip on them like an ice cream cone.  Then I smacked them medium to hard.

The roofer convulsed and screamed around Kent’s throat impaler.  But the guy’s dickhead flared and a really big blob of pre-cum came out forcefully.

Kent also yelled “Fuck yah!  Milk my cock with your throat!  Again Al.  Harder!”

I pulled his jewels tighter and that got another muffled scream from him and another yell of pleasure from Kent.

I smacked his balls full hard that next time; bigger screams from both of them and more impressive dick knob flexing and emissions onto the guy’s own abs.

“Get on him and shove it in and keep doing that!”   The commanding Kent was back in full charge.

With my grip on his sac I pulled up. That had the triple effect of another shared audible from both of them, another bigger emission from his dick onto his channeled abs, and getting his legs up.

“He loves it” Kent assessed.  “Another few of those and I’ll blast a load right down his throat.”

Not that Kent blasting a load was much of an achievement.  He is very orgasmic.

My husband’s rippling physique while he pumped the guy’s throat was my own Spanish fly.  I resourcefully scooped as much of the roofer’s own lube from his hard abs and roughly lubed up his hairy hole.  I wanted to eat that beautiful crack again but I was obeying Kent now.  I used those balls for leverage and plunged in surprisingly easy.

While he convulsed and contorted from my slaps and pulls and twists and thrusts he replenished the pool of pre-cum on himself.  And I could see Kent was getting closer and closer.

“Harder!”  Kent was still making him gag and choke from the roughness of his throat assault.  “I want to come in him while you’re cumming in him.”

I put more attention to fucking the roofer hard and deep.

“Yeah Al just do him.  Show him how you make me scream when you do me!”

I didn’t want to assume he could take it rough like we liked it sometime.  But he was writhing around sucking me into his slicked hole so I just went for it.

“YES!” was Kent’s cry when I pushed back the guy’s leg that was on my shoulder and bent him in half.  I drove full force into his hot channel feeling it tight and resistant but  yielding at the same time and took off from there.

“Yah do it man!” Kent urged me.  “He definitely loves it.”

I leaned forward while I slam-pumped the roofer and kissed my husband.  Kent brought his arms up and around me and held me tight and kissed me like our lives depended on it.

We both pumped this stranger both ends for only a short time while we kissed each other soulfully.  He was choking and bucking and that made my ride all the better.  That is my excuse for coming so fast.

“Shoot babe shoot!”  Kent knew from my short gasps and my escalated pace of short jabbing slams that I was there.

The guy was screaming though they were stifled and I let loose into him.  I tensed up my whole body at first then pumped through it and drove myself as deep and hard into him as I could while my balls were emptying.

“Oh fuck yah! I’m coming too. Take it you cock-whore!” Kent yelled.

If I had not already been coming Kent’s filthy talk might have done it.  And seeing him tense and then break as he went across that edge was every bit as good as having made him do that myself.

I kissed my husband as he emptied his balls into this random stud who had rung our bell.  Oh yah he rang our bells all right.

When we finally dismounted the guy was completely drenched in his own sweat, spit, pre-cum, and a very respectable cumload neither Kent nor I had noticed.  Guess some of that writhing around had been less the discomfort of Kent choking him and more his own pleasure.

“Holy fuckin’ shit dudes!” he cried when he could catch his breath.

Kent and I had both fallen back against the wood headboard with our butts to either side of the roofer’s head.  We were leaning together over him sweating ourselves now.

The miasma of maleness and sex was filling the room.  Kent and I are both appreciative of male smells and tastes and I knew Kent was enjoying the aftermath like I was.  Having blown our wads and having the endorphin rush to ass to the strong scent of sweat and cum didn’t hurt.

The roofer moved and got himself up and over me.  “Here let me clean you up.”  Before I could say anything he swallowed my dick and worked me with his tongue.

“Oh man!”  My dick was still sensitive these minutes later.

“Mmmmmmm” he groaned.

When he finished me off to his satisfaction he flopped back and smacked his lips.  “We both taste good!”

Kent was hard again; the guy reached up and back and started stroking him and grinned.  Then he jolted when his phone dinged from outside the room.  “Fuck!” he cried.  “Fuck me and then I gotta go!”

Without further ado the guy climbed on facing Kent and began riding Kent’s big dick with his face contorted.  “FUCK that’s big!”

Kent leaned his head back as the guy took him to his bush and then recovered and smirked.  “Not bad.”

“I’ll show you not bad!”  The guy snaked out his arm and pulled me sideways while he pulled Kent in and we had a hot three-way kiss.  My dick should have been wasted from our play earlier and the recent effort but I felt myself rejoining the effort.

“Fuck he knows how to work a cock doesn’t he?” Kent asked.

Kent had broken away to make that statement and it was the guy and me kissing; it was unusual for us and uncomfortable for me.  But he also had my hard-again dick in his hand pumping it a little painfully.  I broke the kiss and leaned over and dribbled spit onto my dick and his hand and then he did the same.

“Good thinking!” He grinned and jacked me.  And he rode Kent harder.

“You gonna come for me stud?”

In reply Kent took hold of his shoulders and began to drive up into him forcefully.

“Yeah stud fuck my pussy like your hubby did.  Oh yeah go on use it.  Use me!”

Kent made good work of it and fucked him for far longer than I had lasted.  All while he did the guy jacked me and kissed us both.  When I finally got close he edged off and played with my balls.

“Your man is ready.  Are you?”

Kent’s face became all determination and he shoved himself up into the guy’s butt with a vengeance.  He even gnashed his teeth.

“Yah COME ON!” the roofer yelled and ground down hard.

The guy rode Kent as hard as he took it and both of them were straining and grunting and sweating.  He took me in hand again and slowly then faster stroked me.

“Tell me when you’re going to do it.”

He had his eyes locked on Kent and he was regulating me at the frustrating edge of coming.  Part of me wanted to remind him that a middle-aged guy’s dick might just go soft at any moment and he would leave me blue-balled if he didn’t let me cum.

“Here it comes you fucker.”

Any thought of losing my hard was impossible.  Looking at the determination on Kent’s face was all the inspiration I needed.  Well that and the guy’s skillful hand.

“Yeah give it to me.  Go on fill me with more of that potent juice man.”

And that is when Kent let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.  His face twisted up and then he threw his head back and started yelling.  “Take it!  Yeah suck it all up with that pussy!”

Right then I was gasping and blew a wad all over my chest and abs and the roofer that made me very proud.  Then I realized the guy was coming too and some of the spray was him.  Impossible to tell on me what was his and what was mine as we all rode through a well choreographed triple.

The guy slowed his gyration on Kent’s spent dick and he pulled us into another kiss.

Another series of dings from the other room.  “I really gotta go.”

He eased up off Kent and scrambled around to dive down and suck him aggressively.

Kent gasped and clenched his teeth sucking in his breath while the roofer cleaned his dick.

The roofer’s phone began a rock ringtone.

“FUCK!  What now?  I really gotta go.”  He had looked the message up on his watch.  “Fuck!  I gotta pick my kid up at soccer.  That was my wife reminding me that she’s headed for a class.”

Wife?  Well ok.  A stud but a cheating one.  Or maybe not.  Maybe an ex, careless wording, and a friendly arrangement to work out the scheduling.  Yeah I would go with that.

“She won’t be home until after our son is in bed.  I’ll have to perform on command when she gets home,” he added unnecessarily.

Ok, so he was just a cheating husband.  Sexy and skilled though; and really since when did I judge?

“At least take a shower.”

The roofer laughed as he was tying his boots.  “Have you smelled a fourteen year old boy after a soccer game lately?  Trust me he won’t notice that I reek of you two!”

Kent chimed in. “You stunk when you got here and now you’re covered in it and reek of sex besides the work.  But I think we see your point.”

The guy stopped in his move to head out the door to search for phone in his shorts pocket. “My boy won’t notice.  Most days he skips showering himself.  But it was nice of you to offer and I appreciate it.  You guys are class!”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or honest.

“Really I gotta bail.  Maybe I-“

Kent didn’t miss a beat as he got up and walked the guy out.  I stayed behind and began to strip the bed.  I heard them down the hall.

“We’re here.  Drop a card if you have one and we can send our contact info.”

“Ah ok dude.”

“You two are hot fuckers.  You guys are really lucky.”

“Well not to overload the incentive … or to scare you off but there are three of us.”

“Get out!” I heard the roofer huff and momentarily stop the noises with getting his boots on.

“Yup.  The third is a work right now.  He saves lives for a living.”

“Fuck me!” the roofer exclaimed and I heard him rustling again with his socks and boots.  “I’ll definitely be back; but right now I gotta jet.  Tell that guy of yours thanks.  You are both certifiably hot!”

Then I heard the door open and close when I came out with the sheets to go to the laundry room.

“Put that stuff down and come here you sexy stud.”

Kent approached and threw the linens on the floor there in the hall and kissed me.  Hard.

“That was some fun.  But I think I need some more of you and me right now.  Before Jef gets home and I have to share you … again.”

He had me in hand and I felt the signs of my dick coming back to life.  No way; I was already well over my limit.  He held me tight and kissed me more.  I felt his hardness against me.  And I found myself pumping my hardening dick into his fist.

“Kent you know … “

I tried to be realistic but he squeezed me and reminded me.  Maybe …

“Yah I do know.  And we have all the time it’ll take.”

He smiled at me.  And then led the way to the stripped bed pulling me by my stiff dick like I had the roofer earlier.  I just hoped I could keep this young buck I’m married to satisfied.

“That we do my love.”

“About seventy-five miles in,” I said letting go of the button on the side of my receiver waiting on “Trucker Sin” to come back on the air.

I was at a crossroads as my tractor-trailer barreled down the nightly interstate. I was too close to home to have spent another night in the sleeper berth. Yet, I was still far enough away to be dragged down by the lags of fatigue.

“Well, I’m about to turn in at this truck stop, “Road Hog.” It should be within ten miles of your current position—if you care to join me for a nightcap,” Trucker Sin said seductively over the radio airwaves.

I silently smiled, knowing full well that was neither code for “turning in” nor for some sort of legitimate nightcap. And, although the offer of getting my turtle waxed sounded pretty tempting, I still had my sights set on a warm comfy bed at the end of the asphalt road, preferably at one of those luxurious extended stays, after I had turned in my truck.

“A cup of Joe wouldn’t be so bad.” I said aloud, but dared not to repeat that over the receiver, just in case Trucker Sin read a bit more into it than he should.

But the more I thought about it, the better the idea of a caffeine boost sounded.

As I pulled off on the first exit with any signs of life within those ten miles, I was greeted by a post, pointing to six different truck stops in about four different directions along the highway. Fearing I might run into Trucker Sin accidentally, I turned in to the one truck stop that looked like it was oddly abandoned, something under normal circumstances I’d be extremely wary of. Upon further inspection, however, I saw the place had some life to it, with a large sleeping lot lit in the far back.

As I got out of the truck and walked on over to the store, I spotted a short stocky guy leaning against the building, holding what looked like a hot cup of something, for dear life. He was a good-looking cub, in a scruffy sort of way, and he flashed me a half-cocked smile as I walked on by. I politely smiled back, thinking he was just the kind of layover I wouldn’t mind getting into. But then, I quickly reminded my hopping cock that he was probably nervous about being out of place and alone in the dark.

As I added sweeteners to my coffee, I couldn’t help but look over at him again, through the large windows. At first I thought he could have been cruising, which didn’t do much for me as it did for some of the other truckers. But, the more I thought about it, the less likely that seemed. He would then have been working the sleeper lots in the back rather than working the store in the front. Besides, if he was working the front of the store so blatantly, the cashier would have pushed me off on him, if nothing more than to get him off of the property for a little while.

I paid for my coffee and a couple of snacks and doodads, and eventually left.

“Heading back to Pittsburgh, man?” He looked over at me and asked, as I was coming out of the door.

“Yeah,” I answered, nonchalantly, making my way back to my truck, pretending I didn’t know what he wanted.

I was about halfway up into the trailer, when his voice came over my shoulder, and helplessly asked, “Can I get a lift back to Pittsburgh?”

“I’d like to help out, but…company policy,” I answered truthfully.

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency. I’ve got five dollars left to my name, and it’s yours if you can find it in your heart to help me out,” he pleaded.

“Look, I’m just not in the business of picking up hitchhikers.” I said point blank.

“Yeah? Well…I’m not in the business of being stranded in the middle of nowhere, begging some silver-bearded grandpa for a ride home,” he snapped back at me.

“Grandpa?” I said, my ego a bit bruised, and wondering if it was about time to buy another dye kit. “Dad is more like it, and besides my beard is more pepper than salt. Now, I’m sorry you’re stranded, but…”

“Just forget it,” he said defeated, and walked back over towards the front of the store. “My problem ain’t your problem.”

“Damn, Skippy,” I puffed as I crawled back into my truck, angered more by the fact that the worthless bastard had called me “Grandpa” than over anything else. I just got the engine warmed up, when I happened to see him move from the front of the store to the back, and I thought about what I might have to do if my back was between a rock and a hard place like his. And with him looking as good as he did in a place amongst vicious wolves that’d happily pounce on any innocence he might have left.

“Wait a minute,” I shouted out of the window.

The engine must have been too loud for him to hear me, so I lightly tapped the horn to get his attention and waved him back around when I did. “Get your ass back over here.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, running over to the passenger side of the truck and climbing in. “But what about company policy? I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

“Who the fuck gonna tell?” I winked. “So what’s your name kid?”

“Kid?” He blinked, pulling at his scruffy brown beard.

“Yeah, considering you called me ‘Grandpa’, that would make you a kid,” I smirked.

“Sorry about that,” he said, slightly embarrassed after the fact. “I’m Pete Gallagher.”

“Dave. Dave Blake.” I said, reaching over to his hand. His mile beamed bright for about a mile and a half before he reached into his pocket and pulled out five ones.

“Here’s the five dollars. I really appreciate this, Dave.”

“Keep that shit.” I said, shooing away his hand.

I probably hadn’t even gotten back onto the interstate a good ten miles before he started sobbing and then all out bawling out of control. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” I thought to myself, trying to watch the road and him at the same time. It didn’t take long for me to understand his sudden release of emotion, though, as he told me the whole story.

A few days earlier, Pete was your average happy-go-lucky guy with his life slowly recovering from a financial meltdown. In spite of that, he was really excited about him and his business partner coming up from Pittsburgh to Buffalo to pitch a new software program to a potential new client. Somewhere between their meeting and their early celebration in Niagara Falls, they got a phone call they had lost the contract. His partner decided to head back to Buffalo without him, and in a petty temper tantrum, had left with Pete’s belongings and his ride home.

Obviously, Pete was angry. Being an eternal optimist, and always having a backup plan, Pete thought it was easy to call up his lover of three years and have him wire some money to get him back home.

Turned out, the reason for his business partner’s sudden exodus was to run off with Pete’s lover, leaving Poor Pete in the dust to find a way back home…that is, if he still had a home after learning the eviction process on his apartment had just started.

“No offense,” I said somberly, “But it doesn’t seem like there’s much to go back to Pittsburgh for.”

“Its home,” Pete offered plainly, later revealing in the last leg of our trip it was where he had built his life some twenty years earlier after his family disowned him.

“What are you going to do when you get there?”

“Expect the worst, pray for the best,” Pete said with a twinkle of eternal optimism. “I really have no choice.”

We rode in silence, as we made our way back into the city limits.

Because I wasn’t just about to drop him off any old where, I took him back to the trucking yard with me. Even though I was beyond tired, we jumped into my car, and headed over to his apartment where someone had cleaned it to the bone, barely leaving a few of Pete’s things scattered throughout the bathroom and bedroom closet.

“Like I said before,” I offered. “You’re more than welcome to crash with me at the extended stay for the week until you can come up with a more permanent plan.”

Although I was dog-tired and hadn’t expected my night to take such a strange turn, I stayed away long enough to check us into one of the better extended stays on the other side of town. My hope ten was to crash once we got into the room, but hygiene took precedence. I let Pete jump into the shower first, and after he was done, I went in behind him to wash off the road.

Usually, because I was so used to being by myself, I often forgot my manners when I got around other people. This was especially true in such a small space (that usually considered my own) from taking a shower with the door wide open to trouncing back into the room butt-naked, ready to climb under the covers.

“Oh, shit,” I said, moving from the pulled back covers over to my overnight back to pull out a pair of boxers. “Normally, I go commando. Being that the bed is so small, though, I seriously doubt you want to wake up with some morning wood knocking at your back door.”

Pete chuckled. It was then I happened to notice that he, too, was naked; sitting at the end of the bed, trying his hardest to hide a sprouting erection.

“See something you like?” I asked casually with my cock lazily swinging between my thighs.

“Uh, yeah,” Pete grinned, almost to the point of being giddy. “You?”

“Oh, yeah?” I said with my cock tip peeking out from behind my foreskin, as I looked at his nicely thick, solid body.

And while the body was more than willing, the mind and spirit was not. With the whole fallout with his business partner and lover and having to walk almost halfway home, his mind was understandably preoccupied with more than just getting me off.

Besides, I didn’t want to come off as an opportunist, taking advantage of his situation, given the fact I was pretty much providing him with a roof over his head until I left town again.

We crawled into bed naked, arm and arm, and doze off.

The next morning, I woke up with his back pressed against my chest and my arm wrapped around him. My morning wood was profoundly present against his back, and he tried to suggestively get it into the top of his crack.

“Ain’t playing fair, Petey,” I mumbled, leaning and kissing him behind his ear.

“I was wondering when you’re going to get up,” Pete said, slowly sliding his crack further against my cock.

“I’m already up,” I said smoothly.

“I can feel that,” he chuckled.

I pulled back the cover, climbed out of bed and grabbed a condom and some lube from my overnight bag and tossed them on the nightstand. I wanted to be prepared before things got too hot and heavy, as I climbed back under the covers.

“I see someone’s prepared.” Pete said, turning his attention to me.

“Always.”

I brought him in closer to me for a kiss, playing with his small pointy nipples and feeling the slickness oozing out of his stout cock, rubbing it back and forth over mine. With our tongues tied, I reached around him, gingerly cupping his hairy ass, spreading it and kneading it to the open air.

Pete gave off some generous moans, which told me he was really liking what I was doing while trying his best to pull me on top of him.

Once I conceded and got on top of him, I ground my body against his, with my hard cock against his belly. During one fevered makeout frenzy, my cock slipped between his thick, hairy thighs, allowing me to hump his hanging ballsac feverishly, into playful oblivion. Seeing the look of lust on his face; to say Pete was enjoying this would be a gross understatement.

The poor boy almost came, when I worked over his nipples again with my mouth, oohing and ahhing like I had taken him away to an erotic getaway that he’d only before read about, in men’s magazines like All-Bear.

“Jesus Christ, fuck,” Pete droned. “Thank you, Dave!”

“You haven’t begun to thank me yet,” I thought aloud.

I worked my mouth down his large solid belly, gliding my tongue and lips hungrily over his cock and balls, giving them both a good once-over, before rolling his legs over his head, and working my tongue around the rim of his wrinkled rosebud. I enjoyed watching it twitch in anticipation, waiting every time my tongue was about to poke into it, dead-center.

“Stop teasing me, Mr. Trucker Man,” he mumbled. But I kept on taunting and teasing him until I saw that his sphincter was literally dancing open into a pink, fleshy abyss.

“Get that fucking wet tongue of yours up in there!” he begged.

I ignored his pleas, teasing him some more.

Once I was able to slip my index finger down to the first knuckle, I pulled it out, and slipped my tongue deep down inside of his twitching asshole, in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck yeah…that’s what I’m talking about, Dave!”

I started tongue-drilling him, rimming him for several minutes, hearing his lustful cries of “Don’t stop!” from beyond the beautiful landscape of his thick hairy chest and belly.

Eventually, I pulled away, not waiting long to hear him begging for me to come back. With my face buried deep between his mounds, I slipped finger after finger after finger into his tight hole, until it became nice and loose.

“Fuck me, fucker!” he bellowed out. I think his eagerness startled him more than it did me, but the words seemed to roll off his tongue with much more ease than he would have liked—or so it appeared.

“That was my plan all along,” I said, repositioning my body so that while I continued to eat out his ass, Pete could bathe my cock in his mouth.

He gave as good as he got, working my cock overtime with a mouth trick I know would have made him a big hit with the fells back there in those trucker sleeper lots.

Coming up for breath, and not wanting to let loose with a thick creamy load down his throat just yet, I looked down at him and said, “I think it’s time to poke some butt.”

I reached over at the condom and lube on the nightstand and slipped them on.

With his legs comfortably over his head, I stood up on the bed and made dead aim for his puckered hole, which seemed to revert to its tight-fisted ways so soon after I’d dedicated so much time to opening it up.

Nevertheless, I listened intently to his pleasure and pain, carefully navigating my slow and steady invasion into his nether region.

I had him impaled on my cock, all the way down to the hilt, and held my position, letting his warm sobbing hole get used to the size of my tool inside of him.

Much like a roller coaster before the sudden drop, I pulled out little by little just enough for his hole to have tightened back up. Then, I savagely pile-drive it back in, as I began to fuck him with relentless force.

I fucked Pete long and hard in that position, finding sadistic calm in listening to him grunting and squealing every time I withdrew my cock and shoved it back down into his hungry butt-chute. He gasped and groaned for some more as I claimed his ass as my own.

Pete seized the opportunity to toy with me as well, gripping my cock like a vice with ass muscles, pulling on it as I pulled out, and opening wide as I plunged back in.

As our back-and-forth rhythm built, he looked at me with an expression in his eyes that told me there was no turning back now. He was about to blow.

With Pete’s eyes locked on mine, and his hands on my thick nipples, his body trembled. Without touching his cock, he let out a low guttural roar, and spontaneously shot at thick series of cum-ropes in the direction of his eager open mouth; landing two of the streams across his face and mouth.

Watching that, I felt the churning start in my abdomen, and traveled quickly to my nuts. I sunk my dick all the way inside him, held it for about 3 seconds, and let out an animalistic howl.

With that, I grunted hard, and released the contents of my aching nuts into the condom inside his ass. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shook through my body; all of it channeling down my gut and out through the end of my spitting dick. Pete smiled devilishly at me as he clinched and released his ass muscles, milking my dick for all it was worth, my sweating body shuddered and stammered to keep my balance.

After my orgasmic convulsions subsided, I slowly pulled out of him, the spunk-filled condom hanging from the end of my dick like a half-full water balloon.

“That’s for the pick-up,” Pete gasped.

I pulled off the condom, and just like a young kid, I jumped down on the bed beside him, marveling at the pool of our sweat on the bed.

We fucked like this for days. Trying to help Pete forget his troubles, I even allowed him to give me a load down south.

Once, the lust in me was tempted to ask him to do the same for me; but I stopped short of even asking him. For one, he might have wanted to get back to his life, or whatever was left of it. And secondly, while some truckers have mastered the art of driving and fucking; for me, it would have meant settling down, putting him on my company insurance and deducting it from my paycheck; something for which I wasn’t sure I was prepared.

After putting him up for a couple more weeks and having night after night of the most mind-blowing sex of my life, it was time for him to go back home.

We promised to keep in touch with each other, but a part of me realized that I might never see him again. I tried to look at it as turning a bad situation good…for a little while, at least. And I decided just to move on.

Well…that was then. Now, I miss Pete. And if he calls me, I’ll pick him up wherever he is, and take him into my arms, and we’ll be Roadmates for a long time trucking.