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I live in a family house which is owned by my uncle ( mum’s brother) . Because himself and my mum grew up in hardship and faced homelessness, he took it upon himself to shelter all and sundry (mostly relatives) once he started making heavy money after relocating to the state. 

Initially, when we were few, the living conditions were bearable but as occupants began to increase in number, everything became so toxic. The level of eye service, back biting, snitching and drama got to another level especially when my uncle’s wife’s family members began trooping in.

At first, my mother was the care-taker of the property but after she relocated, it was agreed by my uncle , mum and myself that I should take over her responsibility. I carried out my duty judiciously and ensured absolutely nobody went out of line. The house was always spec and clean and if anything was damaged, it was non negotiable; you will have to pay for it if you were responsible. Many of the occupants who were older than me found my behaviour as “insulting” because in their head, they were above retribution or correction. Also, coupled with the fact that I was the closest relation to the owner of the house, was educated, working and naturally blessed with some feminine features that didn’t need any feminine mannerism to buttress, their jealousy and hatred for me knew absolutely no bounds. On several occasions, I have caught wind of their gossips and heard side comments about me.. all of which I paid absolutely no attention to.

Unfortunately, things went south after his wife ( who seemed to have a deep resentment over the closeness of my mother and her brother), was able to manipulate things and I was stripped off my duty. She brought in one of her relatives who was a very untidy pot bellied old man to be the next care-taker. At first, all the other occupants rallied round him and openly scorned me because they thought he was “the messiah”. But when he began showing them pepper and beating them to their dirtiness, they began to despise him. They wanted to start making amends with me but I wasn’t having it with any of them. I became hostile and stayed to myself. Good thing I occupied the biggest en-suite rooms and didn’t need to share bathroom or toilet with them. I would always laugh whenever I heard them scream and complain about unflushed toilets and other very filthy habits the new care-taker flaunted without remorse.

I was doing okay and having a ball until the lock down happened and I was made redundant at work. Because I had projects I was funding at the time, I became financially drained and money became tight. VERY TIGHT. 

As things would have it, I wasn’t the only one hit. Other occupants seemed to be in worse situation and it was really tough for them. 

At about that time, the new care-taker brought in a new tenant from his village. A wickedly handsome, dark, very tall, and well built chap who despite had an excellent exterior, was a local champion in every word. His name was John-Bosco ( real name) and he had come to the city to obviously seek greener pastures but the realities of life had more in store for him than he bargained. 

In no time after his arrival, the new care-taker made him do his chores and laundry and before you knew it, other occupiers ( especially the women) began gradually taking advantage of him. They would dump their clothes while he was doing laundry and also, send him on errands while still maintaining a friendly demeanour. At first, he was their lap dog and allowed them get away with their opportunistic behaviour but after he saw through them, he quickly reached his breaking point and snapped- Really hard.

He no longer grumbled under his breath like before. He was bold and blunt with his refusal and talked back rudely when they tried to disrespect him.

 Even the care-taker wasn’t spared. 

Unfortunately, his bravery made him the new enemy and in no time, they ganged up against him just to ensure he got frustrated for speaking up for himself. They would hide the key to the cooking gas, lock up the cupboards which they shared that contained cooking utensils and accuse him for absolutely everything wrong. For some reason, I didn’t know why he never left or was asked to leave by the care-taker. 

At first, when he first arrived, I was cordial but never engaged him in any discussion whatsoever. I also suspected they must have told him to avoid me or mentioned my sexuality to him because the vibe I was getting from him was “off”. But as the saying goes, “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.. and coupled with the fact that there was severe shortage during the lockdown and he needed to survive, we some how, became friends. 

John-Bosco would come over to my room and spend time watching TV or playing games despite the gossips that began circulating in the house. However, he didn’t give two fucks. 

Like I suspected, he told me they had warned him to avoid me because I would initiate him into my gay secret cult. But from the way he sounded, he neither was judging nor condemning me and because of that, I neither agreed nor denied the allegations. However, I could tell he already knew “what’s up” and respected me.

The living conditions got from worse to terrible and I became desperate. I began going through my phone contacts and messages hoping a miracle could happen and just as I was about giving up, I came across the name – “Daniel Salim Husseins friend” and I immediately, jolted to a sitting position.

You see, many years ago, when I was a fresh graduate and broke, my friend Dan, had told me of one Lebanese old man who because, had suffered an erection dysfunction due to an operation gone wrong, has resolved to watching guys fuck as a means for pleasure. He told me Salim loved seeing tops with big dick fuck bottoms and had assured me I would make nothing less than N50,000 ( fifty thousand naira) and at the time, that was a lot of money. He was able to persuade me and we went to meet Salim at his residence. He welcomed us warmly to his beautiful home and kissed us both. 

After giving us a wonderful reception, he kissed us both, sucked our nipples, dicks and went to sit on his chair smoking shisha as he watched Daniel fuck me to stupor with his thick long dick. 

As we were leaving, Salim counted N150,000 ( one hundred and fifty thousand naira) cash for us. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The second time I met him, was for a send forth Daniel had organised in his house. It was a very small gathering and Salim, who had recognised me instantly upon my arrival, was so excited that he hugged me very tight as if we were very close friends. He told me he had been asking after me from Daniel and in course of our discussion, we exchanged numbers. He informed me he was going away to his home country for a while and assured a meet up upon his return. 

Since Daniel was relocating to America, he asked me to find someone with big dick to fuck me for his pleasure and I agreed. But unfortunately, distance made me forget him and he never came to mind until that very moment I came across his name alongside Daniels contact. 

Noticing my agitation as I prayed under my breath while searching for Salim’s contact , John Bosco asked me what was wrong but I couldn’t answer. 

Finally, I found the number and dialled it. He kept asking what the matter was but I waved him to silence as I held the phone to my ear. I was too anxious to give him any attention. 

When it began to ring, my eyes and mouth opened with joy. But then, no one answered…even on my 2nd call. 

Realising the number was also on WhatsApp, I decided to drop a message introducing myself. In fact, I had to go to my Facebook and look for the photo we took during Daniel’s send forth to attach to my message. 

Couple of minutes later, my phone rang and when I answered, it was Salim. He was so happy to hear from me. He said he lost all his contacts and had been too busy.

He asked where I was and when I told him, he was excited to know we were not too far from each other. Right away, he asked if I had a very big dick to fuck me for his viewing delight and I immediately said “yes”. This got him so eager that he wanted me to come over with the person right away if I could. Turned out he’d been unable to find anyone he could trust to invite over and he’d been starved.

After I hung up, I was quite tensed. I needed to get someone with a big cock and get good money. 

 John-Bosco who now had become super curious , could not contain himself. He kept asking what was going on and I told him. But what I did was first ask him if he knew someone with a very big dick and when he asked “why”, I told him what was on ground. 

After a long deafening silence, he scratched his head and became slightly restless. The first thing he asked was – ” how much is he paying”. When I told him what the last amount was , he whistled and placed two hands on his head. 

“Guy…involve me” he said. He began narrating his ordeals in life and how he was willing to do absolutely anything except spill blood for money.

“But wait o….how we go run am?….he asked…still confused.

Again, I told him he was to fuck me “only ” while Salim watches.

For some reason, it seemed he was comfortable with the fact no one was going to poke his hole. 

When I pointed to him the criteria of a big dick, he replied – ” I get am excess”. 

He was also worried that his dick might not respond since he’d never been with a guy and suggested he might need alcohol or local Viagra to give him an erection. I was only open to alcohol and not medication . Last thing I wanted was to be responsible for health complications.

 I told him I wanted to feel his size to confirm he was endowed as claimed and he allowed me touch his cock. It was pretty big even at a flaccid state and boy was I excited. 

After doing all my necessary preparations, I called Salim to inform him we were ready whenever he was and he didn’t hesitate to ask us to come over right away. 

On getting to his new place (he’d moved to a bigger house), John-Bosco was carried away by the opulence and Salim was awe struck at the magnificence of his stature and physique. He took an instant likeness to him and kept asking me where I found him. 

Because John-Bosco has never seen a foreigner in his life, he was seriously fidgeting and it was funny. 

After we’d drank, ate and smoked shisha, he started touching John-Bosco and he was clearly very nervous. Noticing this, I told Salim it was his first time and it seemed to really excited him. He urged him to relax and after helping him take off his shirt, he started feeling up his well muscled body before taking one nipple after the other into his mouth. As he started feeling up John-Bosco’s cock, he gently turned his face toward him and started to kiss him. 

At first, he didn’t respond but moments later , he opened up and kissed salim in return. 

Salim beckoned me to come closer and when I did, he kissed me passionately. To my surprise, John-Bosco pulled me to himself and began to kiss me intensely and of course, I reciprocated. 

As we locked lips for what felt like the longest of times, Salim was busy removing our shoes and clothes and in no time, we were as naked as two Adams in Eden and it was in that moment I got to see the enormousness of John-Boscos dick. It was so big that myself and Salim was utterly dumb struck at the sight. 

Salim couldn’t hide his amazement. He kept muttering in Arabic and taking pictures of his cock. No doubt, this was the very first time in his life he was seeing such a massive dick and he couldn’t believe his eyes. 

He asked us to come to the bedroom and we followed him. His bed was massive and in no time, we commenced business.

I didn’t wait to take John-Boscos monster meat down my slippery throat and as I furiously mouth-fucked his pole, Salim whispered to me – “let me prepare your hole”  as he went right behind me to eat the hell out of my cunt and finger fuck me like crazy.

Salim was doing such an amazing job that I was completely lost in my blow job. I couldn’t help myself as I shoved more and more dick deep down my throat as saliva dribbled uncontrollably down my jaw to his balls and pubes. 

By the time Salim was done with my cunt, it was soaked with saliva and gapping real good. Apparently, he was able to put four of his fat fingers inside my soft juicy man-pussy.

As John-Bosco laid down with his monument cock pointing straight to heaven, I stood across him and lowered myself down his equally saliva coated pole. 

It was so damn good feeling his cock pull and stretch my hole from everlasting to everlasting. 

Salim kept exclaiming in Arabic as he watched me bounce on his dick like a rude ghetto bitch- whore. I’m sure he was surprised to see how wide my pussy opened up for the monster penis. 

After a while, I got off the dick and positioned myself in a doggy for a second invasion and no, he didn’t disappoint. He plunged deep inside my intestines and redecorated all my interior with his village stamina. Pounding and smashing me relentlessly with absolutely no consideration whatsoever. To say I moaned was an understatement. I literally screamed until Salim had to kiss me to keep me silent. 

John-Bosco withdrew his cock from my tortured man cunt and roughly positioned me in missionary. As he reintroduced his meat to my pussy, my eyes opened in surprise at how much it occupied all my spaces. 

As he grabbed me tight, he grunted- “baby you’re too sweet” as he pushed his fat tongue down my throat. He kissed and pounded me mercilessly as I grabbed his small muscled ass while my legs were spread wide.

Salim, who was playing both referee and coach at the same time, couldn’t keep his mouth closed. He just kept talking and was utterly bamboozled to the core.

I don’t know how long John-Bosco fucked me with his fist size cock before he released his man juice. What thrilled me is how he displayed when climaxing. He began whimpering in igbo language as his eyes disappeared into his head while he quivered and shivered. He really gave a dramatic show. 

As I felt his penis throb and pulsate on my hole, it was certain that the quantity of sperm he was depositing was in quantum. 

He hugged and kissed me until he grew soft inside me before rolling off and gasping for air. As I stood up to go to the bathroom, massive dollops of sperm splattered on the floor from my sorely tormented hole.

 He really came A LOT.

Our host, who was still in shock at his dick, kept touching and sucking his massive flaccid member which was still seeping cum and fluids. 

After we had showered and ready to leave, Salim counted N300, 000 (three hundred thousand naira) and added another N50k ( fifty thousand naira) for transport. To top it up, he allowed us take as much food items from his store room as we wanted as he was aware of the situation of things. 

When we got home, it was a scene. We arrived in a nice cab and began offloading lots of food items. As God would have it, most of our enemies were seated outside when we arrived. They couldn’t ask us where we were coming from and of course, we paid them no attention. 

Once in my room, we shared the money equally and I was surprised when he wanted to give me money from his cut (of which I refused). He was very elated over the money and began praying and thanking God (and me). 

John-Bosco couldn’t stop talking about how much he enjoyed fucking me. He kept saying he didn’t know what he’d been missing all these while we shared the same roof. 

As we spoke, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He kept touching my ass, commending its softness and saying it’s very sweet to fuck. I was in the mood as well so, I felt his penis and it was rock solid.

Turning up the volume of the music, I went down on my knees and took his pre-cum dripping fat dick cap into my mouth and as I sucked him, I played with my nipples and boobs like a real slut while keeping eye contact. 

After a good couple of minutes, he rose me up, planted a big wet kiss on my mouth and led me to bed. I pointed out where he could find the lubricant and he got it. After oiling up us both, he inserted his huge pole inside me and once again, began to smash me real good as we kissed simultaneously. 

I felt his cock occupy every inch of my interior and it was such a fabulous experience. 

Because John-Bosco is too big, the last thing I wanted was to cum before him because if that happens, I would not be able to endure the hurt. Just as he began to groan and breathe heavily, I knew he was about shooting so, I began wanking myself furiously to ensure I join him in cumming. 

It was perfect timing and such a perfect bliss as we both began moaning and kissing desperately as we simultaneously released our juices as Offerings to our sweet love making.

We cuddled for a while before going to shower and eat. 

Salim became a happy puppy. He could not have enough of both of us. Watching us fuck our brains out became his favourite thing in the world and of course we were handsomely rewarded for it. Eventually, he employed both of us in his restaurant and occasionally, we would follow him for a steamy session immediately after work. while he watched. 

Also, he took us for an all expense paid trip to Dubai and it was fantastic. 

Eventually, Salim sold off his business and relocated. We still keep in touch and from time to time, we will have a video call session while he watched. 

Currently,  things are much better for us. Thanks to the money we’d accumulated over the period of time while with Salim. We are both now working and  life being kind to us. And if you are asking if we kept on fucking? WHY NOT???

I start with your shirt, and slowly unbutton it one at a time, stopping to suck and nibble on your nipples, and lick the sweat off your chest, putting my face in your arm pit smelling your pit stink. Slow sucking your tongue into my mouth and tasting you, doing sloppy kisses. Then moving down to unbutton your pants (button fly is my favorite, don’t want to catch foreskin in a zipper, it ruins the mood). Then pulling them down to your knees. Now I am at face level with your crotch. I reach behind you and grab your ass pulling your crotch into my face smelling your nasty, cum and piss stained underwear. Then slowly pulling down your drawers until your steel hard drippy dick is in my face.

I sniff your crotch and my cock gets rock hard and starts to drip. I run my tongue around the head of your cock sucking on the horseshoe piercing. After wetting your cock, I deep throat it to your hairy man smelling nuts and start to work my mouth up and down your shaft while gently rolling your nuts between the fingers of one hand. The other hand reaches behind and between your legs as I gently massage your taint. I am tasting heavy leakage from your dick. I don’t want this to end so quickly so I pull off your cock and with one shove, push you backward onto the bed. I grab your legs behind your knees and fold you like a pretzel, showing that beautiful, super hairy, manly asshole. Your ass is a magnet to my face and I sink my mouth onto your hole. I begin to lick your crack, taint and nutsack, and after a few minutes I concentrate on your hole. My tongue teases, circling the outside, occasionally brushing the center. You are moaning, saying “Lick it you cocksucking, bastard, run you tongue into my ass and stop teasing me!” But I don’t. I have you at my mercy and I continue to tease. Both of our cocks are no longer dripping but running. You reach for your cock to jackoff, and I push your hand away.

Now I plunge my tongue as deep as I can reach into your hole, swirling and fucking it with my mouth. I do this for a while, then slip my finger into your ass to gently massage your prostate. Now I take your cock into my mouth and suck it like a banshee while I’m finger fucking your sloppy wet hole. I feel you cock start to swell and the precum is now coming out in squirts. I feel your body start to stiffen and there is a deep growl coming from your throat. Then, my prize is at hand. Your body becomes completely stiff and you grab my head forcing your steel hard cock deep into my throat and you begin to cum, one, two, three shots and then a steady stream bubbling out of the head of your big peter. I swallow the first three and hold the remainder in my mouth. I slide up the bed and kiss you deeply sharing your snowball.

You are now starting to come down. I stand up beside the bed and rip off my shirt and drop the cargo shorts I’m wearing. I crawl back on the bed and say “Ok, big boy, it is my turn!”

After our mad crazy sex, we get dressed to go eat. We are both wearing jeans and tee shirts, so no place fancy. You stop at a local bar/restaurant establishment and we go in and sit down. We are seated in the back, pretty much by ourselves as the drinking crowd is in the front. You look at me at say “Fuck that was wild”,

I grin and answer “you just wait, dog, when we get back I’m gonna get me some more of the dick and ass”. The waitress comes by and gets our drink order and leaves, as I slowly stroke your thigh very discreetly.

You look at me and say “if you don’t stop that I’m gonna fuck you right here”. I laugh and say “so what is stopping you?”

Now you look pissed and say “Don’t fuck with me boy, I will tear you a new asshole”. I answer “Promises, Promises” The waitress returns with out drinks and gets our orders, she says it will be a little bit as the kitchen is currently backed up, then leaves. “I need to piss” I said, you answer “me too”. We walk to the back and go into the mens room. As you close the door you lock it, and then come behind me as I am trying to get my jeans unbuttoned and slide your arms around me and say “I don’t make promises, bitch, I keep’em” and shove me forward over the trough. I brace my hands on the wall to keep from doing a face plant. You murmur “keep’em up there and don’t move”. I smell the piss from the trough and I hear a click and look back and a shot of fear runs up my spine as I see you open a large pocket knife. You say to me “be still and dont’ move” and then you cut a hole in my jeans up the crack of my ass. Your fingers slide into the hole and rip it a little bigger, I feel you opening your fly, and then your steel hard cock in my ass crack nudging my hole.

My ass is still wet from our earlier fuck, but I say “spit on it” and you reply “Take it like a fucking man you pussy bitch”. “No, please don’t dry fuck me, it will hurt” I respond. You answer “this will teach you not to toy with me, everytime you think about playing coy, you remember this”. With that you heave your hips forward and big, hard blunt head, ring and all disappears into my asshole. “OH FUCK” I say. Then you begin the breeding motion, in and out, in and out. Then you reach around and start pinching my nipples through my shirt. The initial pain of the brutal penetration has passed and you are rubbing my prostate with every stroke, my cock is hard and dripping. I am starting to moan and someone is knocking on the door. You answer “We’ll be out in a minute” and from the other side “Well hurry up, what the hell are you doing in there, Fucking?” You respond “Yep, and you ain’t gittin’ any”

I know that I am going to cum from the pounding you are giving me, you speed up and I know that you are going to cum. I start to shoot my load in my pants and it pushes you over the edge and you start to cum. You cum as much as you did the first time, all of it buried in my now sloppy ass. You stop pounding and start getting your breathing back to normal. You slip your half hard cock out of my hole, and step up to the trough to pee. “You better piss while your here you, as soon as we eat we are outa here, cuz I want some more of your ass pussy, bitch”. I unbutton and my cock is shrunk and slimey and try to pee.

We leave the bathroom together and the guy waiting looks at me and says “Take an assfucking did you?” as I walk on by I hear him say “Yeah, I can see it from here, what a slut” It doesn’t bother me. We return to our table just as our food shows up and we eat. I can feel your load leaking out of my ass. We finish and I stand up and notice some cum on my chair and I wipe it up with a napkin and you laugh and say “Motherfucker, your ass is wet and looks like it got used badly”, “Well it is all your fault” I answer. You grab my arm and lean over to me and say “No, bitch, it was your fault and if you want to get dry fucked again, push me” . Now I’m really excited, I like to get it rough.

We are walking past the bar and a group of roughnecks are there and as we pass one says “Fuck, they smell like a whorehouse”. I stifle a giggle. The one speaking looks at us from behind and he says “That one has a load of cum leaking out of his ass”. We head out the door for the truck to go to the ranch. It is going to be a wild fucking evening.

You were quite as we drove back to the ranch after supper and I wondered if I had gone to far. Since this was a “first date” kinda thing, I thought to myself, you shouldn’t have pushed him, you shouldn’t have encouraged him to fuck you in the bathroom like a cock slut, there were a million thoughts going through my mind. Mostly, my dick was as hard as a stone thinking about the way you manhandled me, fucking me with my pants on, wow.

I didn’t know how to take it when you opened the tool box in your truck at the restaurant and tossed a butt plug to me and said “hey bitch, stick this up your ass, I don’t want my seat covered in cum”. We turned off on a dirt road and the bouncing is driving me crazy, every bump causes the plug to rub my prostate and my cock is leaking, not that anyone could tell after the load I shot in my pants while you fucked me over the urinal.

We turn in to a gate, and you said “you waiting on a fuckin’ engraved invitation? Get out and open the fucker, be quick and dont piss me off” . I leaped out and walked as straight as I could with the plug in, and waited till you drove thru and closed the gate. I saw your door open, but couldnt see what you were doing, I thought you were taking a piss. When you opened the door and got in you were naked holding two beers. “Drink up, strip and suck my dick” . I leaned over to take your cock in my mouth, it smelled like piss, cum and my ass. I love sucking dick, and yours wasn’t completely hard so I played with it. I could feel the truck moving, but it was dark and the weather was warm, the A/C was on but the windows were down, so I wasn’t sure how far we went, but now your cock is dripping precum in my mouth. You reach down and grab my hair and pull my head up and said “I dont want to cum yet so pull off”.

The truck stopped in front of an old dairy barn with a large tank in front. “Get out and stretch , your gonna need it”. I slide out and warm night air caressed my ass and cock, I was oozing like crazy and the butt plug was getting uncomfortable, and I needed to piss. I had tried before we left the restaurant, but I had just gotten fucked within an inch of my life and cum in my pants, so it didn’t happen. I grabbed my Cock and started to pee when you came around the end of the truck. “What the hell do you think your doing? I told you to piss at the restaurant because I wanted some more of that mouth and ass, I didn’t tell you that you could piss! Get your fucking ass over here”. I shut it off in mid stream and walked to the back of the truck and stood there. You walked onto the porch of the old barn and sat down on a bench and said “get your ass over here”. When I came up next to you, you grabbed my arm and pulled me down over your lap. You threw one powerful leg over my legs and bent me double

over your lap. I knew what was coming and tried to brace for the first swat, but it was hard and it took my breath away. You told me “Your going to remember this”, Then there was another and another and another and I lost count. I also lost control. I began to pee all over your lap. You said “are you pissing on me, boy?” When you stopped spanking and I laid there, ass on fire, wet from my own piss, wondering what is next.

Well I didn’t have to wait long. You grabbed the plug and pushed it hard into my ass and then pulled it out. There was a sucking sound and then an empty feeling. You let go and I stood up, “Get up on your knees” you said. As I kneeled on the bench, you stepped up and pushed your cock into my ass and started to fuck. You picked up your beer and drained it and opened a second from the cooler by the bench. You fucked me long stroke, then short stroke, deep and then shallow. You finished your third beer when you grabbed my hips and shot your wad into my already cummy ass. We stayed like that for a minute or two. I kept waiting for you to pull out, but you didn’t. My dick was hard and dripping and I knew I could cum with almost no stimulation at this point. Then I felt it. The warm trickle, then more and then a hard stream of your piss up my ass and I shot my load. When you finished, you laughed and said “That should wash out the cum, but don’t do it on the porch”, then you eased your soft cock out of my hole. I dripped a little but made it off the porch before I had to squat. When I finished you came over slipped your arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the lips and said “Damn buddy that was intense, let’s go down to the tank and take a swim “

With your arm around my shoulders we walked down to the tank, buttass naked. The water was nice and felt good as it caressed my balls and ass. After the ass whipping I got, it cooled the burn, but my ass was still bright red. We swam for a while and then you said “Why don’t we go up to the house”. I wasn’t sure where the “house” was, but we walked up out of the water and stood there a minute to dry and walked back up to the barn

As you stepped up on the porch, you reached and opened the door. “Home sweet home, at least for tonight” and flipped on the lights. I was amazed, what looked like an old barn was a well appointed bachelor’s pad. We walked thru the house and you showed me around, saving the master bedroom for last. It looked pretty normal, until you opened what I thought was a closet. Inside there was a lot of sex equipment, most noticeably, a sling. I am starting to really get turned on by the possibilities, and I reach over and run my hand down your ass. You laugh and ask “Lose something?” and I answer “No, but earlier I rimmed your ass like there was no tomorrow, and then I never got to fuck it, I was hoping for a little piece of ass before bedtime, you know it doesn’t have any calories”. You chuckled and layed back on the sling, lifting your legs up so they had support, “You wanna fuck it, eat it first and get me loosened up, I haven’t been fucked for a while so take it slow”. I looked at that hairy pucker, with damp hair from the tank and dove in. I licked, I sucked, I tongue fucked that hole until my face was tired and both of our cocks were leaking. I stood up and slipped my hands around the base of your thighs and pulled you to me. Your ass was wet and slippery as my cock head nudged its way between your tight hairy cheeks. I pressed forward and watched your asshole begin to cave in and spread from the pressure and width of my head, then it popped in. You moaned and I stopped and stayed very still to give you a chance to adjust. After a minute you reached up and grabbed me around the neck and pulled my face down to your open lips. This caused me to sink the remainder of my cock in your ass.

I looked into your eyes and saw you watching me, so I pulled slowly out and pushed back in again. Then I repeated the process, continuing faster and faster.

Then I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in, at the same time I grabbed your cock and started to stroke it as I fucked your hole. I knew it would be a while before I could cum (my God, we had been fucking like rabbits all afternoon). As I pounded your hole I thought about the bathroom fuck at the restaurant and ass whipping, I thought about me pissing all over both of us and you fucking me on the bench and then pissing up my ass. Suddenly, I knew I was gonna cum, at that point I wasn’t concerned about you, I just wanted to blow my load. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming” I roared, there was no need to be quiet, we were out in the country. As my sperm started to shoot from the end of my slick cock, I thought I was going to blow the head of my dick off, in fact for a few seconds it actually hurt. I knew it wasn’t going to be a huge load after cumming so many times that afternoon, but it seemed like it went on forever. You had started to stroke your cock and began to cum about the same time, shooting your load up on your belly and in your bush. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, but really was only about a minute or two. Your cum started to trickle down your belly. I reached out and put my hand on your belly and rubbed the whole load into your belly hair and pubes. I slipped my dick out of ass and noticed a little bit of cum at the opening of your hole as it winked at me. I dropped to my knees and began to eat my load out of your hole and you moaned. When I finished I leaned over you and shared the last of my load in your mouth.

We laid there in the sweaty sheets, smelling of cum and man sex. I enjoyed laying in the crook of your arm and we both drifted off to sleep. I felt you move and woke up, the room was dimly light with a small lamp and I saw you move across the room, I silently watched as you went into the bathroom. I figured you had to pee. Hoping to get fucked again I rolled onto my side with my back to your side of the bed. In a few minutes I heard moving back into the room and get on the bed. I felt your fingers on my ass and I thought good it worked. You worked your fingers in and out of ass, the lube was really slip and greasy. First there was just one, then quickly following was two. You worked them in and out slowly and then added a third and more lube. Now I am start to catch fire and wanted that big fat pierced cock. I start to move my ass in unison with your fingers. You chuckle and say “Do you like that” and I answer yes. “We’ll see how you like it in a minute”, “please fuck me now” I replied. You answer “I’m in charge here and I decide what speed we do things”. Now you start adding a fourth finger and it is getting uncomfortable and I say “Please you have me opened up, fuck me”. You slap my ass and tell me again that you are in charge. The forth finger is now stretching my hole. I feel you pull your hand back a bit and then start to enter me with all five digits and I realize you intend to fist me. I start to panick and say “Steve, Please, I have never done this before” and you reply “When we get through, you won’t be able to say that, lay back and enjoy it. Stop your whining”. You work your hand further into my ass, I feel your knuckles stretching and stretching, you keep adding more lube. Then it happened, your hand slid into my ass! You started to work your fist around in circles, brushing again and again on my prostate. The feelings were so intense! I don’t remember how long it lasted, it was as if I had been transported to another plain, then I remember my asshole contracting and then shooting a load of cum. You continued to work your hand but more slowly now let me gradually drift back down. You work your hand out of my hole and grab a mirror, “See what a fucking mess you down here ?” you asked “Look at the gape on that hole, you could stick your hand in it” at that we both laughed. You are still behind me with me on side and you begin to jackoff, “Let me suck you” I say, and you reply “No, this load is going in special delivery”. You jackoff and rock your hips back and forth shoving your cock into my wide open ass. After several minutes you say “Here it comes” and you shoot your load into my gaping asshole. “Now you are marked as mine” you say, then you crawl over me and push your cummy cock in my mouth and say “Clean it up, and we will take a little nap and then fuck again”.

After their sexual activity and their calming down, Dolph surprises Nicolas.

“I’ve got a surprise that should enhance our gaming.”

“And what would that be?”

Dolph opened his bag, dug deep inside for a small metal tin, pulled it out, opened it up, and showed Nicolas three good-sized joints.

Nicolas smiled broadly. “What a way to start the evening.”

“My thought exactly.”

The boys smoked the first joint around the kitchen table to keep Sebastian’s apartment in pristine condition. Before lighting up, Nicolas turned on the exhaust fan over the stove. While the joint still had quite a bit of length, they even indulged in giving each other shotguns. The kitchen was spotless when they were through with the roach. No evidence of the weed existed.

“Tell you what. I want to shower, also. However, if we go into the shower with boners, we won’t shower. Let’s calm down. Have a coffee, and maybe you’ll be in the mood again. I know I’m in the mood.”

Dolph squeezes his thighs and thrusts his engorged rocket to show his interest.

“But I think you are sexed out. You’ve had a butt plug up your ass for hours. Sebastian fucked you. You probably sucked Sebastian before he fucked you.”

In those few moments, Nicolas nodded and threw his eyes toward the two cups. Dolph tossed Nicolas’s hair smiled, picked up the coffees, and took them to the kitchen and the microwave.

Sitting in the kitchen, Nicolas and Dolph admired one another. Despite Nicolas’s athletic beauty, Dolph was slightly taller and fuller in the chest and shoulders. Nicolas did, however, have an enormous dick.

“I never thought I’d sit naked at a kitchen table on a Saturday afternoon, knowing I can spend the night.”

“That makes things so much better. To calm down, maybe jack a little on each other in the shower and then play Knight for Knight. We can build new Avatars.”

“If we are going to do that, then we need to eat something.”

“Everything is in the freezer. All we have to do is microwave whatever we want.”

“I wanted to catch the AIK VS. Malmo FF today.”

“Sure. We can stream it and watch it while we eat.”

“We’ll never shower.”

“Do we have to? I mean, you licked me clean. Pick out two meals and nuke them. I’ll get the channel on the TV and straighten the bed up. I’ll even dig out my AIK shirt. I’m glad we both pull for the same team.”

Nicolas entered the bedroom, straightened the bed covers, and rearranged the pillows so everyone would be comfortable. He laid the commemorative AIK shirt over the lip of the dresser below the TV, securing it with a couple of Sebastian’s brass ornaments. Nicolas was proud of the shirt, showing that both boys were loyal fans.

The naked boys had a tray, each with a heated meal and a drink, to begin watching the game. The game, the players, and the plays occupied their next couple hours.

Nicolas returned their trays to the kitchen during half-time. When Nicolas returned to the bed, he and Dolph lay close during the rest of the game. The second goal occurred in the last three minutes of the game. With the exuberance of devoted fans, they embraced one another with AIK’s win, 2 to 1. Their embrace implied more than sports enthusiasm.

“I think it’s about time we smoke that second joint,” Dolph suggests. To keep Sebastian’s apartment almost sterile, the boys smoke the second joint in the kitchen with the exhaust fan running.

Back in the bedroom, Dolph offers, “I think it’s time we got cleaned up.” Nicolas grabbed Dolph’s dick and pulled him off the bed, leading him like a puppy to the large shower stall. Nicolas adjusted the water temperature and grabbed the soap.

The boys set up the gaming system in Nicolas’s bedroom, each with the latest controllers. Before logging on to Knight for Knight, Dolph leaned over and kissed Nicolas with a passion the weed enhanced.

Nicolas pulled back and asked if they wanted sex or wanted to game.

“We have all night for sex,” Dolph replied.

“So let’s game.”

The boys wanted to create new avatars using Medieval themes.

First, each boy had to choose a body. Dolph chose a six-foot-tall man in his mid-twenties with a heavily muscled body with a bit of body hair on his chest leading down to his genitals. He decided on a dick that was large but circumcised because he wanted to see the erection with a total glans, not hidden by the foreskin. The head and face he chose were those of a blonde Viking with plaited braids not only on his head but also in his beard. The mustache covered his lips.

Nicolas also chose an even taller male body that was hairless primarily, but what hair was on the body was black. The body was overly muscular, with ancient tattoos on his arms and chest. Nicolas also chose a thick and lengthy circumcised dick with a giant mushroom-shaped glans to have a dick unlike his own. The face, bearded and surrounded by black ringlets, was a man in his late thirties. 

Dolph dressed his avatar in chain mail armor with a belted sword at his side. Nicolas chose plated armor with fancy inlaid scrolls.

Nicolas talked Dolph into replicating in their world whatever the avatars did in the game. Dolph had no idea what Nicolas had in mind for the two of them. Nicolas had one goal in mind: to fuck Dolph, whose ass, at this point, was still a virgin.

The two knights meet each other at a bridge. Neither wants to let the other pass. The avatars dismount their steeds, brandish their swords, and begin the duel. The avatar Dolph has the advantage initially, but in the final foray, the mature avatar, being more experienced and physically larger, subdues the younger avatar and takes him as a prisoner.

The winner takes the loser, ties him to his horse, and leads him to his castle, where he strips him of his chain mail and underclothing. 

Avatar Nicolas commands the blonde Avatar Dolph to remove his armor which prevents him from any sexual contact. When Avatar Nicolas has total sexual access and his dick gets hard, he describes exactly how he wants avatar Dolph to act.

First, I want you to extend your tongue and lick the total surface but concentrate on the head. This game cock has a significant glans. You’ll have to open your jaws. But I know you can handle it.”

The naked shaggy blonde knight sticks his tongue out and licks with loving slurps the entirety of the stalwart black-haired giant’s dick. 

Dolph and Nicolas are jacking their dicks, sharing the vial of lube between them.

The action on the screen continues.

“Man, this is hot. I mean, look at the huge cock the avatar is sucking. And, boy, did we pick the best body selections. These are two hotties,” Dolph blurted out.

“What do you say to suck my dick like our avatars are sucking? On your knees. I want you to suck my dick.”

The boys look at each other. Dolph asks, “Do you want me to suck your dick now?”

“Hell, yeah. We’re still pretty high, so why not? I don’t want to cum, but I want to enjoy your mouth giving me some great head.”

Dolph proceeds to grasp Nicolas’s dick which is now fully hard. Dolph begins by pulling back the foreskin so the glans appears close to what appears in the game. Dolph holds the foreskin down by grasping the skin at the base of the shaft. 

“That’s right. Lick it and suck it like it’s the first time you’ve had a circumcised dick in your mouth.”

Dolph realizes that the game is duplicating itself in real life. He’s licking and sucking on Nicolas’s dick while the sounds of sucking come from the surround sound.

Nicolas speaks, “Let’s try something else.”

Dolph stops sucking Nicolas’s dick and sits up.

Nicolas takes the controller, turns Avatar Nicolas around, and bends him over. He directs Avatar Dolph to suck on his balls.

“That’s pretty hot,” Dolph adds, enjoying the slurping sounds of the ball sucking and the moans from Avatar Nicolas. Both boys are jacking their dicks while watching the screen. Dolph questions Nicolas, “Do you want me to suck your balls?”

“Why not,” as Nicolas positions himself with his ass facing Dolph. Without any hesitation, Dolph sucks Nicolas’s balls with enthusiasm.

“Now I want your avatar to eat my avatar’s ass,” Nicolas utters.

He was, again, taking control and moving the head of Avatar Dolph into a tongue-licking position. Not only does Avatar Dolph lick Avatar Nicolas’s ass, but he also begins to suck it.

“Man, I’m not going to suck your ass,” Dolph insists.

“Why not? It feels terrific. Sebastian has eaten my ass, and it drives me wild. Let’s go into the shower, use the wand and clean me out. We can clean out your ass, too. After we clean ourselves out, I will lick and eat your ass; if you don’t like it, you won’t have to do it to me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Be a sport. There’s more to sex than jacking and sucking dick.”

Nicolas turns the TV off, takes Dolph by the hand, and heads into the shower.

With the hot water warming the steel of the wand, Nicolas has Dolph bend over and places the jet of water against Dolph’s ass. Dolph doesn’t resist. Nicolas slowly inserts the slightly bulbous head of the wand into Dolph’s ass.

“I thought it would hurt.”

“You just don’t know what you’ve been missing.”

Nicolas removed the wand when the water from Dolph’s rear was immaculate. “Now you can put the wand up my ass and clean me out.” Dolph was initially hesitant as Nicolas and Dolph had never engaged in ass play before this moment. Nicolas bent over, and Dolph took the wand and slowly inserted it into Nicolas’s ass. Nicolas tightened his ass so he could hold a good amount of water inside. Finally, when Nicolas could contain himself no longer, even with the wand still inserted, Nicolas released the deluge. Dolph wasn’t ready for the explosion all over his hand, but as the water was clean, he didn’t mind.

“Is the water clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Then slowly remove the wand, and we’ll be ready for some real action.”

Dolph pulls the wand out of Nicolas’s ass and rinses his hands. Nicolas turns the water off, and the boys head back into the bedroom.

“Dolph, get on the bed on all fours and poke your butt out so I can reach your pucker hole easily.”

Dolph obeys. At this point, Nicolas is anticipating licking and eating Dolph’s ass. Nicolas leans in with his tongue exposed.   Touching Dolph’s pucker hole lightly, Nicolas causes Dolph to twitch. Before using any more tongue action, Nicolas kisses Dolph’s spot and sucks on it slightly. After kissing Dolph for a while, Nicolas inserts his tongue into Dolph and sucks aggressively. 

“I didn’t know something like this could feel so wonderful,” Dolph exclaims.

“I told you there was more to sex than sucking and jacking.”

“You’ve learned a lot from Sebastian.”

“Yes, I have,” Nicolas agrees before returning to chewing and sucking on Dolph’s ass.

“I don’t know what you are doing, but keep doing it.”

“So you like it?”

“I love it. I never knew my ass could make me feel so good.”

“Let me spoil you for a little while, and then you can do me a favor.”

“I’ll be happy to.”

After Nicolas has listened to the many moans from Dolph, he pulls back.

“I think it’s time we change positions.”

Nicolas is now on the bed on all fours with his hairless, flawless pink ass ready for Dolph to attack it with his mouth and tongue. Before approaching Nicolas’s ass, Dolph pulls Nicolas’s balls toward his mouth and begins sucking each ball.

“That feels so good. But what about my ass?”

“Give me a break. I’m new to this.”

Dolph knows how unbelievable Nicolas’s ass-sucking was, but for Dolph sucking Nicolas’s ass was a giant leap. The most Dolph could do initially was to place his mouth on Nicolas’s ass. A stream of pleasure shot through Dolph. Dolph kissed Nicolas’s ass, inserting his tongue into Nicolas’s hole. Unexpectedly, Dolph felt woozy but kept pressing his tongue against the unresisting hole.

“Lick it and suck on it. What you’re doing feels good; I want more aggression. That’s what makes ass-eating so enjoyable.”‘

Dolph, by this time, has overcome any misgivings about the act in which he was participating, experimenting with more excellent suction and more force for deeper penetration.

“You know my goal in our sexual exchanges is to fuck you. That’s why I’m getting you acquainted with your ass. But not tonight. Tonight we’ll suck each other and finger our asses. We can even lube our asses to give the easiest and most comfortable entry,  And when we cum, we hit the prostate and shoot our loads down each other’s throats.”

Dolph knuckles down, licking below and above the sweet depression of Nicolas’s ass, later pushing his tongue with great pleasure.

Not long after Dolph’s initiation, the boys lay side by side, mouth to the other’s dick and middle fingers exploring each other’s ass.

Dolph flicked his tongue horizontally as he slowly ascended the shaft until his tongue tickled the sweet spot. At that point, Nicolas fingered Dolph’s ass lightly. Dolph moans. Nicolas takes the saliva from his mouth and moistens the finger of penetration.

Two perfectly formed teenage Swedish athletes experience the penetration of the other. With hardened dicks wallowing in each throat, both boys know how to suck each other. The ass stimulation adds a dimension to the experience new to Dolph, Sebastian having previously introduced Nicolas to that kind of action.

Nicolas pulls back and lets Dolph know they can give each other the signal for their orgasm by simply humming when they are close to shooting off.

The two naked, entwined bodies vibrated together, humming before the explosion of the sweet, desired cum filled their mouths and throats.

The boys reluctantly extract their fingers from their asses. Nicolas takes Dolph’s finger and sucks on it. Dolph, not to be outdone, takes Nicolas’s finger and sucks the rectal juice into his mouth. The boys separate and lie on their backs, eventually moving shoulder to shoulder.

“What just happened?” Dolph muses.

“A new level in our sex. You like?”

“Definitely.”

The boys shower later, watch TV and fall into a deep, relaxing sleep.

While Nicolas and Dolph relaxed after their scorching session together the day Sebastian flew to Amsterdam, they contented themselves with a sound sleep. On Sunday morning, so that Dolph could arrive early at his parent’s house for church, Nicolas and Dolph sucked each other for a while and then jacked themselves simultaneously for another sexually satisfying experience. They showered, dried off, and dressed, then Dolph headed home.

That Saturday night, long after Sebastian settled in his hotel room and had dinner, he became anxious to have a drink in the company of gay men. He searched for a gay bar on his laptop that would appeal to mature men. Sebastian settled on the Eagle and was satisfied. Since the weather was warm, Sebastian dressed as lightly as he could.

There was no doubt he was in a gay area of town. The streets abounded with men, gay men in their leather trappings and minimal clothing while flaunting their piercings and tattoos. As Sebastian made his way to the Eagle, he enjoyed the parade moving around him. The darkness of the night and the darkness of the streets and buildings enhanced the seediness of the area. Sebastian didn’t feel ill at ease or threatened by being out alone.

However, there was a feeling in the air, a sense that it could be one of those nights when the stars align. At that moment, a dark-haired, well-muscled man in his early thirties came into view.   The grayness around Sebastian suggested possibilities and mystery. Both men headed into the Eagle.

The evening was relatively young, and it was Saturday night in Amsterdam. The immodestly exchanged glances between Sebastian and Mr. Muscle faded as neither knew what else might be inside. Sebastian was on his own, downing his beer among the hot young stylish bodies that wanted to play a little rough. Sebastian had imagined the Eagle in Amsterdam would be like Eagle bars in other cities, implying maturity and leather.

Finally, Sebastian found a corner chair at the bar, around which the crowd moved to place orders or get refills. All he had to do was wait. The irony was he had a sixteen-year-old at home, and he was hanging out in a bar where the 20-year-olds wished they were sixteen again. Sebastian amused himself, observing the flow of gay humanity around him. Placing his mug on the bar for a refill, Mr. Muscle saddled up to Sebastian, “I’m Zorn.” “Sebastian,” “Lots of kids here.” Zorn’s beer arrived, and Zorn took off into the sea of flesh. Sebastian had the best seat in the house. His plump gift to humanity lay down the side of his thigh for all to see.

A young regular strolled to Sebastian, taking quite some time to place his order. Making eyes at Sebastian, the nice-looking, rather handsome 22-year-old asked for a white Russian.

“They are now white Ukranians.,” was the bartender’s response.

“Even our entertainment is political. Where can we go to get rid of politics?”

Sebastian replies, ” ‘This disease called modern life,’ as Matthew Arnold tells us. But it does seem  the momentary change in a name is the least one can concede to the everyday reality of war.”

“Oh, Darling, handsome man that you are. Do you think we should jump on every political bandwagon and make hasty decisions?”

“Not at all, but when you look into the area’s history, you see that Ukraine was a part of Russia going back to the 16th Century. It would help if everyone remembered that Russia is ungovernable.”

With that irrefutable statement, the young flirter took his drink, smiled, and excused himself. Sebastian felt Zorn would finally see the light, like the moth drawn to it. When the time came close to midnight, Sebastian decided that if Zorn didn’t make a move, he’d head back to the hotel. For the bargoers, the show was beginning, but Sebastian had taken in a sufficient amount of today’s music to urge relief from it.

As Sebastian slid off the stool that had served him so well throughout the evening, Zorn walked up to Sebastian and pressed his leg into Sebastian’s thigh. 

“I’ve got a hotel room,” Sebastian replied.

“Of course.”

Well-put-together salt-and-pepper Sebastian leaves the bar with Mr. Muscle, Zorn.

As they walk the exciting streets of Amsterdam, a few exchanges occur.

Sebastian begins, “Do you have a life beyond your muscles?”

“Isn’t that a little fresh?”

“I enjoy conversation and sex.”

“I like to talk.”

“Good. Do you like to smoke or drink?”

“I like to breathe, inhale.”

Sebastian hesitates and breaks the gait they have established. As the message clarifies, he wonders what he has bitten off with this pickup.

Zorn assures Sebastian he can take care of any breathing problems or needs.

“But to answer your initial question. Yes, I have a life beyond this body. I teach introduction to calculus at the university level. And you?”

“I’m a general physician with a practice in Stockholm.”

“So you won’t be here for long?”

“A week. Conferences. TED talks. That kind of thing.”

“Are you presenting a paper?”

“Now that you should ask. Yes. We are making incredible advancements in the field of sound therapy.”

With the ease of conversation and the purchase of liquor, Zorn and Sebastian find themselves inside Sebastian’s very generous suite. They undress and pour themselves a drink. Zorn suggests they breathe a little magic. Sebastian acquiesces.

They sit across from one another, admiring their bodies.

Zorn verbalizes his appreciation of Sebastian’s dick. Sebastian acknowledges the compliment and grows a bit, exposing some veins.

“Do you like to talk about what you like to do beforehand?” Zorn queries.

“Not really. I think of sex as spontaneous. It may begin with a kiss on the lips, then the neck, and neither body can get close enough. After that introduction to intimacy, anything can happen. Two guys may want to jack off instead of sucking and fucking, and all that action can lead to.”

“So you don’t see yourself on your back holding your legs while I pound every nerve with my cock.”

“I certainly will not say that can’t happen. I mean, it’s not every day one encounters Atlas.”

“You let the secret out of the bag. What will I ever do now that everybody knows?”

“I won’t tell,” Sebastian replies, “What led you down this road?”

“I was slight of build and just didn’t fit in. I started working out at 16 and eating healthy foods, and, well, you see the results.”

“What do you say we breathe a little more and get in bed?

“You know we don’t have to fuck.”

“Does that mean fuck literally, or we don’t have to have sex at all.”

“Whatever turns out.”

Sebastian states, “Right now, I’m just sitting here admiring the beauty of your maleness. The ideal of manhood that you represent. Despite every effort, there is a quality to the muscular body that changes into late mature adulthood. You have the muscular body of youth.”

“That’s why I’m enjoying this time of my life. I’m tired of self-centered, selfish techno lovers. If it’s not on social media, it doesn’t exist. And, God forbid, you mention Tolstoy or Graham Greene. I want to connect with the person. I’m not into robotic sex.”

“You’ll have to come to Stockholm, and we can work those problems out.”

“What do you mean problems?”

“You’re looking for the light. You can have anything the flesh offers and live with that knowledge daily. You are out of a Tolstoy novel. You’re Levi in Anna Karenina. That salt of the earth who is seeking others who are salt of the earth. Your body and looks happen to exist with a mind, a searching soul who wants answers.”

“I should be offended at being read so accurately, but you have expressed yourself so well, I can’t be offended. You have described the situation but have not given an answer that resolves the issue.”

“If I got close to you over a long time,  I would see a way to give you inner satisfaction. You are still the young man who didn’t fit in. Now you fit in, but that has created many more conditions for you.”

“You know what I want to do. I want to get on my knees and suck that enormous dick between your legs.”

“Feel free.”

Zorn slides out of his chair, getting to his knees quickly. He moves toward Sebastian, placing his hands on Sebastian’s knees and easing his legs apart. The dream Zorn has had for a long time has now reached fulfillment. Zorn’s dick hardens, and his ass twitches. He takes one hand and lifts the semi-hard cock to his lips.  Zorn hears in the back of his mind the aria, “Meinen Lippen sie kussen so heiss.”  As he is about to place his lips on the tip of Sebastian’s dick, Zorn withdraws to hold it. With Sebastian now totally hard. Zorn gazes, anticipating, for the first time, he will experience the initial moment.

Zorn squeezes Sebastian, loosens his grip, moves his hand, and squeezes again. Zorn repeats this action numerous times. Finally, Zorn pulls Sebastian’s foreskin back, exposing the almost purple glans. Zorn still is content to hold, squeeze, and slowly jack simply.

Sebastian is looking at the muscular shoulders of this God, playing with his dick as if it were a religious relic. Sebastian kneads Zorn’s shoulders and speaks, “I can’t tell you how good it feels to dig my fingers into real muscle, especially as you enjoy my cock.”

“I don’t want to lose the moment. I know how special that moment will be when I take your huge head into my mouth. I hope I don’t cum.”

“If you feel you will cum, stand up and cum on me.”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s see what happens.”

Zorn looks into Sebastian’s eyes as he moves toward the miraculous moment.

Zorn does kiss the pee slit as if it is a holy object. His tongue encircles the head, licking and flicking. Zorn drops his lower jaw and opens his mouth.

When he pulls his mouth away, he looks up and asks, “Can I call you Daddy?”

“I’ve got a 16-year-old at home. I get called Daddy all the time.”

“O.K. Daddy, your son wants to chow down on this enormous gift to mankind.”

“I don’t think it’s that enormous, but it is big.”

“Fucking A, Daddy, fucking A.”

Zorn engulfs Sebastian’s dick with his mouth, takes both hands, and squeezes the shaft.

“Not too much more. You know what you are doing, and you are doing it right.”

Zorn reaches up and grabs Sebastian’s pecs, playing with his nipples.

Moments later, Zorn is back in his chair. The two men smile at one another and have another drink.’

“What do you mean, you have a 16 yr old at home?”

“My son came to live with me after we were separated when he was three. And he’s fallen in love with me.”

“Tell me he has a beautiful build.”

“Down to the last hairless rump of his arse.”

“Do you fuck him?”

“Oh, yes, and my boy is the one that wanted it. He’s got a boyfriend, and they suck and jack each other.”

“Does he know you’re here?”

“Oh, yeah. I left him tied to the headboard, and his friend Dolph had to come over and release him.”

“Did you fuck him before you left?”

“For sure, I shot off on his dick, so Dolph would have something to lick off when he came over.”

“You are a Daddy. A real Daddy.”

“Let’s say I’ve had practice. And that’s why I’m turned on that we got together. Don’t get me wrong, my son is an athlete of the first order, but he’s 16. The muscles are hard, and the skin is tight. But a man like me, with a few years under his belt, likes to feel well-developed muscles. A body that reeks of manliness, not only youthful freshness.”

“Look at me. I can have virtually anyone, and I want a daddy like you.”

“Son, why don’t we take our drinks to bed and maybe finish what we started?

The two men lay beside each other on the bed with the drinks on the nightstands.

“Do you really like Tolstoy?” Sebastian queried.

“I’ve read War and Peace two times, Anna Karenina once, and the “Death of Ivan Illich.”

“Serious.”

“Serious. What is your ‘serious?”

“Killing cancer cells using sound vibrations.”

“I’m sure there’s an evening’s conversation with that topic for another time.”

“Another time?”

“You’re not feeling me then?”

“I’m feeling you. I’m only here a week.”

“There is transportation to Stockholm.”

“In that case, let’s go at it slowly. We don’t even have to cum tonight.”

“Are you talking romance?”

“What else would I be talking about having found a living dream? I mean, I will court you. We could rendezvous in Stockholm.”

“That’s an interesting thought. My sixteen-year-old would fall madly in love with you. Were you to meet Dolph, you would have an adherent; I’m pretty sure his knees would shake in your presence. You are that godlike.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Maybe I am some forgotten entity in some ancient quantum world. I want to enjoy your being while it lasts between us. I have always believed the Bhagavad Gita’s lesson that two humans are carrying on, like Krishna and Arjuna. Our conversation is as sacred as theirs—the importance of the present and its specialty. We know the attraction is there, but where is the heart?”

“That is the problem of life. Bringing the heart and the mind together in unity.”

“Where is your heart in regards to me?”

“I melted as everyone else on seeing you. You had that much of my heart from the beginning. Is this a “whoever loved that loved not at first sight” moment?”

“You tell me.”

At that moment, Sebastian realized that love could contain the many, not just the one. He didn’t have to ask his heart. He already knew he had fallen in love with Zorn. And from how Zorn talked, Zorn had fallen in love with Sebastian. 

I had been working at the office for almost two months before I met Trey. One afternoon he stopped by our department to meet my manager Matthew for lunch. Matthew happened to be on a call, so Trey loitered by my cubicle outside Matthew’s office while he finished up. 

“You new here?” I heard a deep voice say. I stopped pecking at my keyboard and swiveled around in my chair to face the owner of the voice. He’s a tall, jock kind of guy, hands tucked into his suit pockets, seeming to loom ominously over my desk. He’s about thirty-five, and he’s a very good-looking black man–honey-skinned, strong nose, close-cropped high top cut, lean but sturdy build. The fragrance of a rich yet barely-there cologne wafted over to me, tickling my senses.

“Yes sir,” I nodded with a gulp. “I’m Timmy.”

“‘Sir,’” he mimicked, then scoffed. A smirk lit up his handsome face. “You’ve got manners, kid. Don’t see those much around here. Especially with you white boys..” He smirked, then held out his hand. “I’m Trey, I work over in production. You an intern?”

Helplessly, I could feel myself blushing; it was a curse of mine. I shook his hand quickly. “No sir, I a–I’m a junior copywriter. But it’s okay, most people think I’m an intern.”

I fully expected him to laugh out loud at my blush; most people did. But surprisingly, my reaction seemed to soften him. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. “My bad, Timmy. Honest mistake. Usually interns sit outside the managers’ offices, you know?”

I didn’t know that, but I nodded again. “Matthew’s looking for an office to open up soon for me.”

“That’s good.” Trey’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “Mind if I ask how old you are?”

Sheepishly, I responded, “Twenty-two.”

“Hmm. Thought so. How long you been around? I haven’t noticed you before.”

“Just a few weeks. Matthew’s had me observe a couple different departments so I can get a feel for everything.”

“Smart man, that Matthew.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the shelf above my desk. “When you coming over to production?”

“When I have time to send him over to production,” said a voice behind him. It was Matthew, stepping out of his office. “You ready for lunch, Trey?” 

“Guys like me was born ready for lunch.” Trey straightened, his sateen shirt stretching across his broad shoulders in all the right places. “Nice meeting you, ‘Sir’ Timmy.” He turned to walk out of the building with Matthew, but over his shoulder said, “You come over to production soon to see me, a’ight?” I waved a thumbs up at him in reply.

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Suddenly Trey started coming by pretty frequently. Usually his reason was to meet Matthew for lunch. Sometimes it was just to ask for a spare pen or something random like that. He’d always stop by and start small talk with me, but we rarely got far into a conversation before he got called away by Matthew or somebody else. Once he catcalled me as I was trotting down a hallway; when I realized it was him, I waved and shrugged it off. Aside from being unable to ignore his very good looks, I didn’t think much of him until one Friday afternoon he stopped by while Matthew was out on PTO. 

“Yo ‘Sir” Timmy,” I heard Trey’s voice boom low and strong behind me. “Matthew’s out today. You doing anything for lunch?”

I froze mid-email, not even turning around. I kept to myself at the office, only occasionally meeting up with Matthew for performance reviews over coffee. Come to think of it, nobody there had asked me to join them for lunch until now. Why would Trey want to eat lunch with me?

I choked down a small knot in my throat as I swiveled around to look at him. He was wearing a white dress shirt that beautifully framed his wide pectorals, just barely hinting at a pair of very perky nipples beneath the thick fabric. “I mean, I brought a sandwich from home?”

Trey barked a quick, husky laugh. “Boy, don’t make me sad for you. Why don’t you ditch the sandwich for today. My treat.”

My stomach fluttered. I knew he was just being friendly and asking a coworker for lunch, but I couldn’t help but feel flattered–and I couldn’t help but feel that it was a tiny bit like being asked out on a date. Could he…? No. I squelched the thought before it even fully formed. Trey was just being friendly. “Oh okay. Cool. Thanks Trey,” I stammered. “What do you have in mind?”

The place he took me to was a diner a few blocks’ walk from the office. On our stroll over, I could smell his cologne much clearer than any time before–it was rich but soft, like his voice. Meanwhile, Trey asked very pointed questions about me: where I was from, how long I’d lived in the city, where I went to college, that sort of thing. I hardly got to ask him anything; as soon as I’d reply, he’d fire off another question. This kept up even after we took a booth and placed our orders.

Trey only let up when the waiter stopped by to deliver our plates. Feeling rude that I had hardly got to know him at all, I interjected in the pause, asking him where he was from. That question made him visibly uncomfortable–he had a cute way of tugging at his right earlobe when he was uncomfortable–and then poked at his food for a few full seconds before answering. And when he did, he followed it immediately with another question about me! Mystified, I relented and let him pummel me with questions for the rest of the lunch.

I’m a quiet, introverted kind of guy, so with anybody else I would drop it and just let that behavior go–let sleeping dogs lie, you know? But Trey was different. He was so unexpectedly nice, and had been so kind to invite me to lunch, I really didn’t want for us to go back to the office without clearing the air first. While we waited on the server to bring the bill, I found a chance to ask, “Did I offend you somehow?”

Trey sat ramrod-straight in his seat. He looked like I’d just punched him between the eyes. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” I blurted, “it just seemed so strange that the one time I asked a question about you, it made you very uncomfortable. Was I being too nosy? I swear I was just trying to get to know you.”

He said nothing, just stared. And like word vomit, it kept spilling out. “It’s just you’re so nice, Trey, and you asked me to lunch, and I like being around you, and the last thing I want is to offend somebody at work who’s been nothing but kind to me.” I felt that dreaded blush creeping up into my cheeks, so I hung my head, lacking the spirit to look him in the eyes. “I’m just–I’m sorry, Trey.”

“No, no, no, it’s all good.” Trey’s voice wasn’t booming like usual; it was soft and thick, almost hoarse. It sounded like he was trying not to choke. I found the nerve to glance up, and our eyes met. His eyes shocked me; their look was directed at me, but they were clouded over with something I couldn’t define. Could it be…longing? 

I don’t know what the look on my face said, but it was enough to make Trey take a turn to avert his eyes. He cleared his throat. “It’s hard to explain–but it’s all good, okay Timmy? I swear.”

Just then the server breezed by, sliding the billbook across the table. I knew Trey had said lunch was his treat, but I reached for it anyway as a goodwill gesture. Quick as lightning, Trey’s right hand shot out and grabbed mine. His grasp was terribly firm, yet his flesh was far softer than I expected. A warm tingle jolted up my arm, and the flutter in my stomach returned. Trey leaned across the table, still clutching my hand. “I said it was my treat, pretty boy,” he said between his teeth, using his spare hand to pull the bill towards him. A smile tugged at his thick lips, and there was no mistake–his rich brown eyes were totally smoldering.

Pretty boy? Obviously he was enjoying this little show of domination over me. I went with it; I relaxed my hand in his, and lowered my head meekly but without removing my gaze from his. It felt like we were locked that way forever, but it had to have only lasted a second or two. With an unmistakable squeeze, he released my hand, turning his attention to signing the bill. 

“Thank you,” was all I said.

He pushed the signed bill away and gave me a wink. “Thank you for being my date.”

Aggravatingly, I felt that horrible blush flood my face again. I said nothing, but I didn’t have to–Trey’s smile widened. However, there was no antagonism, just a sense of–I don’t know–admiration? He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Nervous, I stood to leave. He followed.

My heart had been racing ever since he called me “pretty boy,” and the beating had intensified when he called me his “date.” Then, as we left, he did as I hoped he would: he stopped to open the front door of the diner for me. I decided to try something.

Giving him a small smile of gratitude, I moved sideways through the open doorway, brushing against his body purposefully–so purposefully, my chest could feel the pricks of his nipples beneath his shirt. As I suspected, Trey didn’t back away; he stood where he was, and even emitted the slightest grunt of pleasure. When he joined me on the sidewalk, he stepped close to me, our arms touching each other but neither of us pulling away. There was all the proof I needed. Trey is into me!

There was no barrage of questions on our stroll back to the office. Instead, the silence between us stretched thick and heavy. I dared not say anything, but my sideway glances over at Trey showed me an expressionless face looking straight ahead, with no indication of if he wanted to talk or not. I felt the tummy flutters subside, replaced by the urge to say something–anything. But as the office building loomed into view, I decided to just be content with the subtle arm grazes.

He walked with me to my cubicle, and I finally spoke. “Thanks again, Trey. I had a nice time with you.”

“Me too,” he replied, finally looking me in the eye again. His dark eyes sparkled. “Actually…you got some time to visit my department?”

Surprised yet elated, I nodded emphatically. He led me through the next hall that connected my department with his. I hadn’t been over that way much yet, so I depended entirely on him to guide me. I expected him to tour me around and maybe introduce me to some of the production staff, but instead, he made a beeline for his office.

It was in a nice corner setting, with a glass door and big hall-facing window, both of which had privacy shades. Inside, it was furnished simply with a desk and shelves that wrapped two walls, plus a little sitting area with a couch. I stepped over to the out-facing window to admire the view of the park next door. “Niiiice setup,” I said.

The door clicked to a close behind me. That was followed by another, more definitive click–a lock. At that sound, my stomach broke into a full flutter again. Was he going to…? Oh boy. Fighting every urge to turn around, I remained as calm as possible and continued to stare out the window. A couple seconds passed, then my patience was rewarded. I felt Trey’s body close and warm behind mine. The musky smell of his cologne filled my senses. I could even feel his hot breath behind my ear.

“I’ve got a lovely view,” he whispered. “And I’m not talking about the office, pretty boy.”

I felt the blush return. Embarrassed, I couldn’t even bring myself to turn to look at him. He reached around and cupped my chin with one strong hand, gently tilting my head to look up at him. “You don’t have to be shy around me, Timmy. Okay?” His voice was low and soft like silk. “I love that cute little pink blush you get. I can’t even think of a bigger turn-on.”

I started. “Turn-on? Wait–you…so you do like me?”

Still cupping my chin, he laughed quietly. “Ain’t that obvious? Maybe you don’t know this yet, but I’m a department director–we don’t normally take people out to lunch who aren’t management level or higher.” He pulled me close. “We make very, very few exceptions.”

It took all my willpower to not simply melt into a puddle at his feet. “Oh. Well, I…just, I don’t even know if you’re single, and you don’t know if I am, and we’re at work–”

He laid his index finger on my lips. “I’m single. Divorced, actually. And I did some investigating already to see if you were single too.” I had no idea what that meant, but his wink quieted me. “As for work…well, I’m not thinking about that. All I can think about is this beautiful blushing boy who waltzed into my office, and who I’ve wanted to hold ever since I met.”

My legs nearly buckled beneath me. Trey must have sensed the weakness, because he hoisted me against him, chest to chest, and our lips met. His lips were unlike any I had ever experienced–thick and wet, pillowy but firm, completely hypnotic. Spellbound by their deliciousness, I collapsed against him, letting his hot tongue flicker into my mouth as I drank in his sweetness.

As his tongue explored deeper, I realized his hands were exploring, too. One was wandering down the small of my back, and the other was kneading my left butt cheek. My mind was swimming so much, I could barely concentrate enough to realize what was happening. His smell, his lips, his touch–everything about Trey was intoxicating.

After what seemed like ten minutes, we finally broke off enough to gulp some air. But Trey’s grasp on my butt didn’t slacken. “I’ve been feening to get my hands on these adorable cakes since the second I laid eyes on ‘em,” Trey smiled sheepishly. “Did you already figure that out?”

I blinked. “What? No! I had literally no idea until today that you were into me. Like, at all.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead gently. “You’re so sweet and innocent, pretty boy. Even Matthew could tell I had a thing for you.”

My breath caught. I planted both hands on his broad chest, wrinkling the soft white shirting. “Really? Uh-oh. Isn’t that, like, a problem?” 

“Don’t you worry about it,” he cooed, planting soft kisses down my neck. “Matthew knows I’ve dabbled in boys since my divorce. And it ain’t like he’s never had an office fling.”

My mind had sharpened at the mention of my manager, but Trey’s kisses were lulling me back into a stupor. I giggled, encouraging him. He responded with another chuckle of his own, then gently bit my neck. I gasped in pleasure, letting one hand caress his waist, then slide down his front. For the first time, I noticed a very heavy, hardened bulge straining in the front of his suit pants.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. This isn’t going to end well. Strengthening my resolve, I pulled back. “Trey, we can’t do this. Not here,” I said, feeling my heart sink as the words left my mouth. The footsteps faded–it was a false alarm, but one we needed in that moment. “You understand, don’t you?”

Even though I’d pulled away, Trey hadn’t relaxed his hold on me. “I get it, I get it.” He sighed deeply; his eyes were bleary with lust. Both hands now clenched the seat of my pants. “How about we go to my place later? Unwind a little bit?” He leaned in, kissing my neck again. “And maybe if I’m a good daddy, you can show me that peachy white ass in person.”

I giggled again. “Maybe. But…hey. Just to be straight with you, I’m not looking for sex right now. Like, no oral, no anal. I’m fine with fooling around, jerking off, whatever, okay? Just–I don’t want to get attached. I’m not ready.” I lifted a hand to his face, caressing one firm cheek with my fingertips. “Is that okay, Trey?”

In reply, Trey leaned in to suck my lips one more time. “Baby, you’ve got me so fired up, I’ll agree to have you however much or little you’ll let me. You got my word on that.”

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Trying to focus on work the rest of the afternoon was impossible. All I could think about was Trey’s mesmerizing kisses and how wonderful it felt to be held in his strong arms, clasped to his hot, hard chest. Trey himself came by around 3pm for a hot second; he slipped behind my seat and bent over my shoulder like he was looking at something on my computer screen, but his hand slid beneath my pants, cupping a handful of buttcheek.

“You’re so bad,” I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my ears.

He moved his mouth close to my ear. “You’re welcome, sweet cheeks.” He straightened. “I’ll text you my addy, a’ight? It’s right on the lake. Come by anytime after 5:45. Oh, and come hungry.” He winked, then ducked away. Just a few minutes later, I received a text with his address, plus a photo of that massive lump in his pants with the caption “Look what you do to me, pretty boy.”

Since Matthew wasn’t there to keep tabs, I cleared out of the office early and sped home to my apartment. I took a shower, changed out of my slacks and button-up, replacing them with a thin but baggy sweater and a pair of sweatpants that boosted my booty just right. Then I put together a quick overnight bag (in case things went well) and a few minutes later I was pulling my car up to Trey’s home, a large white-brick house with floor-length windows and little Juliet balconies across the upper level. It was tucked at the end of a cul-de-sac and down by the lake, a setting that immersed the house in a canopy of mature trees, adding a rich layer of privacy. I guess department directors make pretty good money.

I padded up to the front steps, but almost turned back before I reached the first one. What if Trey does this to all the new guys at work? What if we don’t click now that we’re outside of work? What if–?

“There’s my pretty boy.” Trey’s deep voice floated down from the top step. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a fitted, soft white polo and what looked like loose linen pajama pants. Looking up at his handsome smile, radiating reassurance and excitement to see me, I dispelled all doubt.

“Hey daddy,” I said shyly, ascending the steps. That had the desired effect; his smile broadened to a lusty grin. 

“Come here,” he chuckled, pulling me up the last step and into his arms. I sank into his chest as he kissed me passionately, shutting the door behind us. We were instantly shrouded in cool silence, except for the soft smacking of our lips. His hands slid down my body while he deftly tucked me into a corner, pressing me against the wall at my back while his warm, muscular body smothered my front. I broke both hands free, cupping the back of his head with one and placing the other alongside his cheek. His rich smell consumed me every bit as much as his kisses.

In a matter of seconds we were breathless, our bodies gyrating against each other as he pushed me higher and higher against the wall. I curled my legs around his waist, an open invitation for that mountain in Trey’s pants to nestle itself in the warmth of my crotch. The invitation was accepted with gusto, and next thing I knew, his rock-hard bulb cocooned in linen was between my legs, burrowing into the soft fabric of my sweatpants. Even through the layers of fabric I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum soaking through.

Suddenly Trey stopped kissing me. He pulled his head back with an effort; his thick lips were soaked with my saliva. “I’m so sorry, Timmy,” he panted. “What kinda host am I? Can I get you something to eat or drink first?” He kissed my forehead in that endearing way of his. “I just lose all sense when you’re so close to me, baby.”

I let out a little laugh, which echoed down the high-ceilinged foyer. I didn’t realize until just then how big the inside of the house was. “You’re more than enough for me, big guy,” I murmured. “But since you asked, some water would be nice.”

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered. I moved as if to climb down from him, but he caught me. “Stay just as you are, pretty boy. I’ve got you.” And with that, he carried me, legs around his waist and laughing, into the kitchen.

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Despite wanting to tear each other’s clothes off right then and there, we hung around the kitchen for a little while. Trey had whipped up a beautiful pizza from scratch, so we decided to pop it in the oven and relax on the back porch. A double-wide chaise lounge was pulled up onto one of the many decks overlooking the lake, so we claimed one. A late summer breeze swept over us, lightly tossing the leaves of the trees all around the porch. Over the lake, the light of the slowly fading sun glittered.

“Mind if I take off my shirt?” Trey asked smoothly. 

“I’d absolutely detest it,” I smiled. He chuckled, then off came the polo, baring his sculpted pecs and slim abs to the setting sun. Bare-chested, he nestled into the pillows, and I cuddled against him, letting my fingertips trace the curly black hairs peppered across his upper body. My eyes kept straying to the staggering mound beneath his pajama pants, but I tried not to think about it.

“Sorry about earlier,” Trey said suddenly.

I stared up at him. “About what? I don’t mind a welcome kiss at the doorstep.”

“Not that, not that. About lunch. When I hit you with all those questions but wouldn’t open up about myself.” He sighed. “It’s–well, I haven’t truly opened up to anyone since my divorce. Fooled around, yeah, but never got past ‘How you doin’?” 

I kissed his neck, making him gulp. “No need to apologize. We don’t have to get to know each other if it’s still too soon for you.”

“No,” he said abruptly, lifting my chin so he could look into my eyes. “I do want to know you. It’s just kinda scary, you know?” I nodded, and he continued, “Plus, I–uh, I got a kid.”

It was my turn to gulp. “Oh. Here? Right now?”

He laughed softly. “No, no, she’s at her mom’s this week. I get her tomorrow though.” He looked away, and his arms fell slack around me. “Is that a dealbreaker? I totally get if you want to keep your distance now, Timmy, I swear I do.” 

He looked so forlorn, staring off at the setting sun over the water. It surprised me a little–he was honestly prepared for me to walk away right then. And I’m not going to lie, but a tiny part of me wanted to do just that. But a tug deep inside my chest compelled me to do otherwise: I snuggled closer to him, letting my lips graze one of his pink nipples. “Let’s just take it slow. Okay? I don’t mind that.”

His face turned back towards me. “Really?”

I looked up at him, winking in the golden sunlight. “Really, Daddy.” 

Gathering me back into his big arms, he pulled me close and we lapsed into an intense makeout session, even more heated than the one at the door. At some point I lost my shirt, and Trey was immediately ravaging my bare nipples with his flickering tongue. At another point that rascal managed to slip a hand into my pants, and warm, strong fingers were soon prodding the smooth flesh between my legs. “Mmmm that boy pussy feels good on my fingers,” Trey whispered between kisses. “It’s like a suction cup for me down there. Can’t imagine how good your hole would feel wrapped around my daddy dick.”

“Well, that’s not happening. Not today,” I smirked. 

He smirked back. We rubbed noses. “Okay pretty boy, I stand by my promise earlier.” He nuzzled my collarbone. “Can I at least see that fat little ass though?”

Just then, the pizza timer went off. I laughed, and he groaned. “After pizza, you can see my butt alllll you want,” I assured him. But he wasn’t satisfied.

“How ‘bout this: I pull the pizza outta the oven, then you show me your booty, I play with it a little, then we eat. Sound like a plan?” I squinted my eyes at him. He grinned. “Perfect. I’ll be back in a flash.”

Trey slid out from under me and stood up. The tent between his legs was ginormous, but he didn’t care. In his darkening backyard we were so shrouded in privacy that he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him anyways. No sooner was he inside then I was already slipping my pants off.

When he returned to the porch, I was ready to greet him, face down on the chaise with my booty on full display in the golden light. His gasp was deep with excitement. “Baby boy,” he spluttered, kneeling behind me with awe, “it’s even prettier than I could have ever imagined. Milky white, chubby, and hardly a hair in sight.” He sunk his teeth playfully into one cheek, then spanked the other with his broad flat hand. “Damn, pretty boy. I could play with this all day.”

And play he did. He jiggled both cheeks, alternated kissing and biting them, even gave me a series of light spankings that seemed to send jolts of electricity to the back of my head. He even licked a finger and, with my permission, prodded my little rosebud with his moistened digit. But he respected my wish about no oral–even though he couldn’t stop muttering about how bad he wanted to taste it. Finally, trembling with expectation, I raised myself to my knees on the chaise.

“Here,” I said, reaching back and motioning him to join me. “Take off your pants, big guy. Then come up here behind me.”

His pants slid to the pavers, revealing what I had been eyeing since this afternoon: a hulking cock almost as thick as my wrist. Its skin was darker than the skin on the rest of his body–almost black–but the wide, giant head was rounded and light pink. Beneath it swung two fat, pendulous balls in a nest of ebony curls.

Not taking my eyes from the sight of Trey’s magnificent penis, I let him mount the chaise, kneeling behind me. His monster dick swung lazily, half-erect, until it was resting alongside my thigh. Its tip sparkled in the sunlight with a sheen of pre-cum. 

“What now, pretty boy?” Trey breathed into my ear. His strong hands were on my hips, his thick lips nibbling my earlobe.

I struggled to form coherent thoughts. “Can you–can you stroke me a little?”

He obeyed, taking my hard, small prick in one hand and massaging it firmly. “Like this, baby?”

I gulped noisily as I nodded. “Just like that, Daddy. And can you play with my nipples with your other hand?”

Obediently, his strong hand slid up my smooth torso, tweaking one now-perky, pink little nipple, then the other until I was squirming. “You have adorable little boobies, pretty boy,” Trey chuckled hoarsely. “Does Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good, Daddy,” I cooed back. I reached an arm behind me so I could massage the back of his head, turning my face so we could kiss. Feeling like I was being mounted by his hard, fit body was the most sensational feeling I’d had in a very long time. It seemed to be good for him too–occasionally he would emit a low groan in between our kisses, almost like a growl. And his throbbing manhood was leaving a gooey trail along the side of my leg.

I paused our makeout. “Okay Daddy. Are you ready for one more thing?”

“I’m ready for all the things, baby,” he panted.

“Can you take that fat horse cock of yours and press it between my little cheeks?”

There was a pause. “Timmy. You want me inside of you?”

“No, no, sorry. I just–I love the feel of cock against my pussy. Even more than when it’s in it.” I could feel a blush returning. Trey spotted it coming too, and responded by showering me in more kisses. 

“Of course, baby. No need to explain.” He reached down to adjust himself, then I felt his baseball bat of meat slip between my legs, prying the flesh of my buttcheeks apart with its huge wet cap. We both gasped simultaneously.

“Like that?” Trey gulped, his breath hot on the back of my neck. “Is Daddy’s big fat cock what you like, Timmy baby?”

All I could do was nod fervently. He began to buck slowly, letting his cock rock back and forth beneath the heavy folds of my cheeks. His hands kneaded my butt flesh, his tongue slathered my shoulder. I was slipping into euphoria.

“You’ve got my cock dripping ropes of pre-cum all over that pristine little ass,” Trey grunted. “You like how Daddy’s big ol’ cock feels going in and out of your booty?”

“Yes Daddy,” I exhaled. “Your massive meat makes my hole feel so tight and tiny next to it.”

“Yesss,” he hissed into my ear. He gained momentum, and one hand returned to my prick, stroking it swiftly. “There’s no better match than a great big mandigo cock and a beautiful pink boypussy.” His tongue flickered into my ear canal. “I can promise you that.”

He supported me against his body with his free arm, thrusting his swollen cock faster and faster into the now-soaked recess of my butt. “Ohhhh baby boy,” he panted, “it feels like your pink little hole is sucking my cock. And–it–feels–so–good.”

The pressure was mounting inside me like a volcano on the brink of exploding. Reaching behind, I tugged at Trey’s huge dangling ballsac. He bellowed at the unexpected touch, growing louder as I reached my other hand back to slide my fingers quickly up and down his dickhead. In seconds my hand was dripping wet with his sticky precum. 

“You’re going to make me blow, Trey,” I gasped.

“And I’m going to cum all over your pretty pink hole, baby boy,” he growled. He pulled my head towards him, and our lips locked as we both spewed, one after the other. I shot a thin stream across the chaise cushions, while a flood of hot white cum bathed my buttcheeks, oozing down over my hole. Trey’s manly moans echoed around the porch, dissipating as they faded into the sunset air.

Out of breath, I sagged against Trey’s chest. His own chest was heaving raucously, but he wasn’t shaking like I was. “Damn that was good, Timmy,” he panted after a while. With his fingers he spread his thick cum over my booty, marking his territory. “I iced your beautiful ass like it was a cake,” he chuckled.

Then he laid me down on the chaise, sprawling alongside me with one long, muscular leg entwined around both of mine. “You know what? Never thought I’d cum just from dryhumping. But if anybody’s sweet little butt could do that to me, it’s yours.”

I laughed weakly. The sun was almost fully set over the lake, throwing its shadows all around us. “Can’t wait to see what else I’ll get you to do tonight, Daddy.”

What do you do when you’ve got three old men longing to suck on your cock, well you strip yourself off get your cock really stiff and tell them to suck the cum out of it.

That’s what I did anyway and the three old pervs in their late sixties did just that.

I sat in an armchair naked and they gathered around me on their knees their hands all over me, tweaking my nipples feeling my balls and wanking my cock.

Roger a silver haired pensioner started to lap my un cut prick, his tongue rolling over and around my knob whist Dennis a tall randy sixty seven year old was chomping on my shaft. If that wasn’t enough. Graham, sixty nine was sucking on my bollocks like he was trying to suck my balls out.

I was writing in pleasure, my cock passing from one hot slobbery mouth to another. Lips kissed over my knob, fingers played with my balls and I just lay in the chair letting them do what they fucking wanted.

I felt a little vulnerable as they were fully dressed but that made it even more sexy in a way.

“You have a nice stiff cock young man” said Graham “It tastes lovely”.

Young man? I suppose I was compared to them but at twenty two  I new what I wanted, hot old pervy men lusting for my dick.

Luckily I had a big cock, big enough for three mouths to pleasure at the same time and the sight of all three cock hungry old men feeding on my pick had me reaching for my camera to take a few hot snaps.

The ‘money’ shots were sexy with my cock spurting helplessly, the cum flying out as the old pervs fed their faces on my spunk. Their tongues were fighting over my load, their fingers wanking and tugging my balls to drain me right off. It was a great suck off and the old men kept licking my prick until it was down to it’s normal state.

I heard Roger say to Graham “Do you think he takes cock up the arse?”

I held my legs up to show off my tight puckered hole.

“Think that’s your fucking answer” said Graham and he got between my legs and stuck his tongue into my arsehole.

“Wow!” said Dennis “He’s loving that deep tonguing. Hurry up we all want a fucking taste of the lad”.

I was moaning with pleasure as their hot tongues each worked and wriggled inside my twitching arsehole.

“He wants a big cock in there don’t you lad?” said Dennis unzipping his trousers.

Graham pulled Dennis’s trousers right down and then his bulging underpants. The old man’s cock was stiff and ready to fuck that’s for sure, the purple satin knob throbbing visibly as he saw me licking my lips.

I was soon gobbling on his dick whilst being rimmed by Roger. Graham took over holding my legs up so that Roger could get a good tongue lick of my hole.

Soon all three old pervs were stark fucking naked and sporting rock hard cocks a teen would be proud of.

I sucked the pre cum off each horny cock and sucked cock like it was going out of fashion.  couple of times I had to stop as the old guys were so close to creaming.

“He wants cock up his arse now don’t you lad?” said Dennis holding his own dick tight at the base.

Roger stopped licking my hole and Dennis got between my legs his good eight incher pulsating and ready to fuck my tight arsehole.

All three guys spat a load of saliva on my arsehole so that Dennis could get a good insertion. His knob felt so fucking hot and his prick got hotter as it fed into me inch by fucking inch.

“Look at his face, he’s fucking loving it” said Roger.

“Think he’s been fucked a lot of times haven’t you lad? You like cock up there don’t you?”

Before I could answer Roger was feeding my mouth with his thick prick, pre cum running copiously from it onto my lips.

“There who needs lip salve?” said Roger working his stiff old prick across my lips.

Dennis fucked me good and deep, his dick banging against my sensitive prostate and making me moan.

Graham was nibbling on my right nipple and wanking my cock so sensually that I had to stop him as I was right on the edge. A pause of about fifteen seconds and he was sucking on my cock, taking my knob down his throat and caressing my balls as Dennis fucked me.

Old men know just how to please a guy, they can use their cocks expertly having had years of practice. In Dennis’s case he could not fuck for too long before creaming inside my arsehole, his prick jerking and spurting his bollock load up my man twat.

Graham was next, his gnarled old grandpa cock ready and throbbing for my hole.

As soon as one cock was out another was in but this time sliding into me on a river of spunk that ensured a ball deep thrust into my arse. I groaned and chomped on the hot cock in my mouth. Roger was moaning as my teeth grazed his helmet but he was loving the feel of my teeth and tongue.

Graham fucked me pretty fast, his balls slapping against me, his grunts and groans loud and urgent.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stand once the three old fuckers had screwed me but I sure as hell wanted to find out. Graham leaned over to help me suck on Roger’s cock and the thrill of a cock in his mouth sent his sperm flying up my hole.

I gripped his bum cheeks realizing that he was unloading his jizz into me.

Those thee old guys gave me a good fucking, shagging me in every position possible.

My fuck hole was dripping with spunk by the time the three had shafted me but they still wanted more of me.

Roger and Graham got their hot mouths around my prick whilst Dennis began licking my cum loaded hole. The fucking pervs were like randy teenagers, their cocks so stiff again and wanting to fill my mouth and arsehole with their randy dicks.

I was in gay paradise, my lust for old men even greater, my mouth eager to take their cocks my sperm filled fuck hole throbbing and aching for more of their spunk.

“You are one dirty little lad aren’t you?” said Dennis. “You can’t get enough cock can you?”

I grinned at him and corrected him.

“I cant get enough ‘old’ cock” I said.

I lay down on the floor, a cushion supporting my head another under my hips raising my hole up.

“Who wants to get stuck into me now?” I asked.

I didn’t need lubing, my hole was a juicy sluice hole ready for fucking.

Roger wanked his cock to maximum stiffness, the rounded knob head the size of a fucking golf ball.

“I think I need to get inside you boy my balls are fucking jumping”.

I wrapped my legs around Roger’s body and drew his dick near to my fuck hole. I could feel the heat of his knob before he actually touched my arse. I was so ripe for fucking, my hole was twitching like crazy, Roger pressed his spongy helmet against my willing sphincter and my arsehole just gobbled up his prick till his balls were slammed against me.

“Fuck him good and hard, make his fucking eyes water” said Dennis wanking his dick.

Graham was offering me his prick to suck on again and I couldn’t refuse.

Roger fucked my arse deep and hard, his balls slapping me his grunts and groans echoing my own as I slurped on Graham’s stiff prick. Dennis rubbed his cock against my cheek glossing my face with pre cum before pushing into my mouth to join Graham’s hot cock.

Two in the mouth one up the arse, Wow! Was I having a good time.

When Roger came he howled like a fucking banshee, sending his bollock load heart deep into me. I clutched his bum cheeks and found the spongy spot between his balls and arsehole, pressing my fingers hard to make his orgasm complete and drain his nuts.

Loaded with cum I was ready for another old dick and Graham was only to pleased to fill my hole with his thick shaft and fuck me.

“Dennis had full use of my mouth now and was face fucking me, his knob hitting the back of my throat as Graham began to shaft me.

“Bet he could take two cocks up his arse” said Dennis. “Two old cocks at once, couldn’t you lad?”

I nodded, my mouth still full of Dennis’s cock.

Graham paused the fuck and Roger helped to get me into a position so that two cocks could penetrate my arsehole.

Roger eased me over onto Graham’s body both of us face up. He could now slip his stiff cock back into my cum sloppy hole and play with my prick at the same time. Dennis could now get on top of us and feed his prick into me sliding his dick up my hole together with Graham’s.

“Fuck me guys, double fuck my cum hungry hole” I said feeling Dennis’s big cock feeding me along side Graham’s.

Roger kept my legs wide and steady whilst Graham and Dennis double fucked me till tears of joy ran down my cheeks. the feeling and pressure on my prostate was out of this world and with Graham wanking my dick I was soon pumping my spunk out. I was still feeling randy even after I’d cum and my body was writhing against the two men as I wallowed in the fuck sandwich. The cum gush was incredible, both pricks shooting their loads at once filling my hole with senior spunk as I groaned my head off.

The room was heavy with the smell of testosterone and sexual lust and as I lay with sperm seeping from my well fucked arse I realized what a fucking lucky lad I was.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful considering how it all began.  There were a few instances of legs or arms brushing up against each other but for the most part, it was a regular visit and Sergio didn’t hesitate to show lots of affection to Ryan and he soaked it up.  I decided against telling Ryan anything about what happened or what Sergio said figuring he would just think I was being jealous.  I think Sergio knew this and that is what led to his open flirtiness.  The next time I would see Ryan and Sergio would be almost a month later.  Ryan was throwing a huge summer party, and everyone was going to be there.  This party was going to be huge, and I chalked it up to Ryan wanting everyone to see his new beautiful boyfriend.  Little did he know… many already knew him or would soon know him all too well.  I got to the party about an hour after the start time and things were in full swing.  The pool was full of shirtless hunks and many others had gathered in the kitchen around the Rum Bowl. Ryan was like a butterfly fluttering about but I noticed he was only with Sergio about half the time.  I decided I was going to keep a closer eye on Sergio and my timing was impeccable.  I noticed him talking to Roger, one of our “sort of” friends.  He got the invites but mostly due to friends in common.  He was even more of a whore than I was and made no qualms about people knowing how “active” he was.  Yes, you might not consider taking loads in the bathroom of the eagle discreet, but I certainly wasn’t bragging about it at Brunch the following Sunday.  I usually had a bit of regret and discretion about it. Roger was the opposite, sometimes I think he embellished his hook-up stories to make himself sound even more slutty, which trust me, he didn’t need to do.  Roger was up to his antics when I noticed him grabbing Sergio’s huge biceps.  Sergio was eating it up and soon I saw Roger look around, no doubt making sure Ryan was busy, before grabbing Sergio’s hand and leading him upstairs. Before rounding the last step upstairs, Sergio looked over his shoulder and saw me watching.  He winked at me and licked his lips before disappearing down the hall.  Ryan came around the corner at just that moment. 

“Hey have you seen Serg?”  he asked. 

I took a gulp of my drink and shook my head no.  I knew at that moment I was going to betray my best friend.  Before Ryan could ask any more questions he was pulled outside to quell a bbq fire that was making charcoal out of the burgers and with that I started my ascent upstairs.  I went to the furthest bedroom in the back, Ryan’s, and expected the door to be locked but it wasn’t.  I slowly opened the door into a darkened room and heard slurping noises, and could make out two figures, one undoubtedly Sergio as his frame was too large and muscular to be mistaken.  On his knees in front of him was Roger. I quietly shut the door behind me and stood there as neither of them so much as looked in my direction. With a face as handsome as his and his incredible body I had already assumed that Sergio was not well-hung because let’s be real, no man can have it all and yet as I watched the outline of Roger’s throat I saw a very fat, beer can size cock making it expand well beyond what it should.  Apparently, some men can have it all.  In Sergio’s deep sexy voice I heard him coaxing Roger on… Come on buddy, open up that throat and take Daddy’s big meat.  Roger moaned and gagged desperately trying to accommodate the large tool.  I hate giving Roger any sort of props but I know the guy is an expert cock sucker and for him to struggle just reinforced that my eyes were not deceiving me, Sergio was HUNG.  Having somewhat snuck in and having watched Sergio cheat on my best friend for the last few minutes took away my “storming in and confronting his cheating-ass” narrative that I had been playing in my head.  I really wanted to do the right thing here but I was a little wasted and damn, Sergio was so fuck’n hot.   His deep voice now instructed slutty Roger to lick his balls- happy to take orders, Roger accommodated as Sergio moaned in approval.  Roger briefly stopped tongue bathing Sergio’s sack only to beg him to fuck him. 

“Please daddy, I need it, I need your load in my hole” 

“I understand” Sergio replied, “But first I need to fuck our voyeur” on cue, he turned and looked at me. 

Roger followed Sergio’s gaze, saw me standing there, and if an eye roll had a sound it would have surely escaped Roger’s mouth. 

“He won’t” Roger scoffed while looking at me, “He won’t give it to you, he’s your boyfriend’s best friend and won’t betray him for you”. 

I smiled at Roger-  not quite knowing if he believed what he was saying or if he was trying to guilt me into leaving so he could get the Sergio goods.  The truth is I wasn’t even sure what my next move was going to be until Sergio told me.  He pulled himself away from Roger and faced me, his fat hard cock pointing directly at me.  He peeled off his shirt and I was hypnotized.  I forgot about Roger sitting there on his knees, his mouth still wet from just being impaled on Sergio’s cock.  He didn’t say anything more, when we made eye contact he simply nodded down to his cock.  In a dream-like state, I found myself walking to him, falling on my knees in front of him and I couldn’t help but think he was godlike.  I was getting on my knees to literally worship this big beautiful man.  He smiled as I bent before him and I’m sure I saw an element of relief, that even a man as beautiful and confident as him had a smidgen of doubt that a best friend’s loyalty would falter when confronted with such massive temptation.  His cock was even bigger now that it was in front of me, a long stream of precum hit the floor but never released itself from his cock, it was like everything about him was magical.  The last thought I had was that it wasn’t too late, yes I had been tempted and yes, I watched my best bud’s boyfriend cheat and I even fell before him, but I could still get up and leave, I could still go to Ryan and tell him the truth and whether he believed me or punched me I would leave knowing I was a decent person and a good friend. None of those things happened.  I felt Sergio’s hand on the back of my head and I looked up at him, his endless brown eyes. He smiled at me as he guided his wet, thick cock deep into my throat.

It wasn’t lost on me that when Sergio’s cock hit the back of my throat Roger let out an audible gasp- for a slut like Roger to be shocked I was doing something, it had to be a big deal.  I knew I would wind up tasting him when I started walking up the stairs.  My best friend’s boyfriend.  My best friend who was probably looking around for his boyfriend, and his best friend- would the thought even cross his mind that we could be somewhere, in his very house, having sex behind his back?  A flood of precum oozed out of Sergio’s thick, hard cock and I swallowed it all like a thirsty pig.  The entirety of his meat was lodged down my throat – all gag reflex disappeared and for a while, I didn’t allow myself any breath at all – content to have his cock blocking my airway.  He slowly dislodged his cock and the mix of spit and precum left a trail from my chin to his cock.  I looked up at him – subconsciously waiting to be told what was going to happen next.  He immediately recognized my look for direction and smiled.  He let me kneel and look up at him for a minute before he finally put his arms undermine and lifted me to my feet, a visible wet stain now covered the front of my shorts as my own precum was leaking like mad.  He looked at Roger who continued, not unlike me, to wait for some sort of direction from our muscle god.  All Sergio had to do was nod and look over at my precum-stained shorts and Roger scooted over to me and pulled down my shorts.  Roger and I had known each other for a long time and I often thought of him as competition.  We would run into each other at bookstores and other cruisy places and we both wanted the same thing, to be used- yet in all those years we never had sex with each other.  It almost would have felt like a betrayal.  That ended with Sergio’s unspoken command.  My cock sprang from my shorts and precum immediately started dripping from my cock head.  Roger lapped it up and took all of me down his throat in one motion.  It felt incredible.  I moaned louder than I should have.  Sergio kissed my neck from behind me and I was lost in the amazing feeling all over my body.  Soon I felt Sergio’s well-lubed cock rubbing between my cheeks leaving a trail of precum all over my hole.  I heard a wad of his spit land in his hand which was now lubing his cock and I tried not to think about the fact that my buddy’s boyfriend was about to fuck me.  He was going to fuck me bareback and I knew I’d be begging for him to cum deep inside me.  I’m not sure anything could have changed that, even if Ryan had burst through the door at that exact second, I think all three of us would have continued having sex. I would beg Sergio to not stop until he had filled me with his seed.  Ryan did not come crashing through his bedroom door screaming at me for fucking his boyfriend, but Sergio did lube up his huge cock enough to push it into me-  He got halfway in before I pushed back hard and took all of him. He was the one who moaned uncontrollably this time, and it was only then that Roger stopped deep-throating my ever-oozing cock to look up at me and instead of wild jealousy I saw him smile- Maybe he was thinking if it couldn’t be him then at least he was sucking off the guy who it was.  Soon Sergio let loose on my hole and started slamming into me which rocked my cock in and out of Roger’s willing throat.  After a solid 10 minutes of jackhammering my hole, Sergio put me on my back on the bed and placed my legs on his shoulders.  Roger was only a bystander for a minute before he climbed on top of me and sat on my face.  Roger’s ass was amazing.  I get why so many guys have fucked it and it tasted as good as it looked.  I heard him and Sergio making out and felt Serge’s huge cock continue its assault on my hole while Roger’s ass covered my face.  Roger dismounted me at Sergio’s request and soon we were making out and his pace told me he was soon going to knock me up. 

“Beg me” was all he said, and I immediately told him how badly I need his seed, I needed to be his cunt.  I wanted his babies in me.  He exploded and the amount of cum he fucked into my ass was truly amazing.  I mean the most I have ever seen or felt.  He pulled out of me and before I had a chance to think Roger’s mouth was on my ass sucking up whatever remnants of seed dribbled out of my hole.  I looked over and Sergio was already dressed.  See you boys out there and he was gone.  I closed my eyes to try and get my head around what just happened when I felt Roger’s hard cock pushing into my well fucked hole.  Only given the specific set of circumstances would I ever let Roger fuck me but after everything, I just pulled him down onto me and held out my legs, he went at me like a wild man and in only a few minutes added his huge load to Sergio’s.  As we got dressed, we didn’t say a word to each and as we opened the door Ryan was standing there.  He looked at both of us, then at me with a shocked look. 

“Oh um… I didn’t … what the…. really”?  

“What is it Ryan,” I asked – 

“Oh, right, um, have you guys seen Sergio?”

“We saw him before we …. came up here” Roger offered, “He’s around somewhere”. 

Ryan smiled and nervously went back downstairs where Sergio came out of the bathroom. 

“There you are baby!” I heard Ryan say. 

“Sorry hun, wasn’t feeling too great just needed to splash my face with some water”.  

 I wanna tell you all about how two 18 year old straight teens who were best friends from a small hick town trusted each other enough to keep the others secret. I guess it wasn’t a hard decision to make since they both could not stop sucking each others cocks, even after almost getting cught multiple times.  By their families, by their girlfriends and worst of all in their minds by their friends. I’m new to this and while it’s bad writing I promise you its all 100 % true. In high school when I was 18 James was my best friend. We did everything together and then later on WE DID EVERYTHING TOGETHER.  I was a virgin dated plenty of girls but no sex. James was a confident, good looking, in shape, tough as nails and take no crap kinda guy.  He was not a virgin, well not with the ladies at least.  We drank together almost every weekend for 2 years. I was never sexually attracted to him or any man. Then one night he had a party at his parents and as a dare someone jokingly said we would be to chicken to look at a playboy in the bathroom and jerk off.  It was stupid drunken teenage stuff  but of course our two big egos said oh ya…. I think they all thought we were joking when we locked the door behind us. There’s both of us with one hand each holding open the magazine the other one vigorously jerking off.  I was almost to drunk to even keep it hard. But then for some reason I started to watch him jerk off his cock instead of looking at the magazine. I was getting harder and harder. It was so confusing but also thrilling at the same time. I never felt anything like that before. I didnt want it to end untll i came so i was trying not to make it obvious. I got so excited and so fucking hard, I lost all controll and  just dropped the mag went full blast on my 7 inch hard cock. I came in the bathroom sink watching him go to town on his 5 inch beautiful cock.  He kept going until he came on my come.  We washed it down the sink and went back to the party pretending we just read the articles.  I would later on invite him back in once most the party left but chose the take a girl to his room. Once the party cleared I went to his room to where he was pounding on this girl. She was moaning and begging for it, hardly paid any attention to me next to the bed.  I told her well I’m staying on the futon so I hope your Okay with me watching.  Once comfortable in my spot I  starred into James eyes as he buried her face into a pillow. That’s when I pulled out my cock and softly stroked it. He wasn’t taking his eyes off me as he kept burying his shaft into that screaming slut whose face he would not let up from the pillow. We weren’t breaking eye contact and the faster my strokes got the faster and harder his pumps got.  Finally when he let off enough pressure on her head she was able to roll onto her back.  She told James to keep in that groove because what ever he was doing had her on cloud nine.  Now this little bitch (how she liked to be refrenced.)  liked to be degraded.  As he was thrusting her missionary she was holding his face to look in his eyes and she demanded I tell her what dirty whore she is for cheating on her boyfriend while her ex fucks and his friend watched. But I wasn’t interested in that so I told her I don’t take orders from cum dumpster and asked James to put a pillow over her face to muffle her voice. She loved it but what she didn’t realize was I had my own motive behind. Once her face was covered James was back to intently watching me pleasure my self.  It didn’t take long though with his blue eyes never leaving mine and his cock never leaving her I grabbed his gym shirt from the hamper and smelled his scent as I gave it the largest load I ever shot. The Next morning as I awakend with a beer to fix my hanger over, I poundered to my self on the edge of the futon. Did things happen the way I remembered it or am I remembering it as I wanted. Either way one thing was certain to me. I want his cock In my mouth and hitting my thoat, I needed it, I have to know if I will like it because it’s all I can think of. But how do I convince a straight friend who may not even be curious to do that????? More to come soon.

For a split second, the sight of his dick excited me. The saliva in my mouth went from a soaking wet rainstorm in the rainforest to cottonmouth dry in the second I thought about it a bit more. He was very big, yes – FREAKSHOW CIRCUS BIG – more inches and girth than I could have ever dreamt about in a million years. And the fact that he was real, and it was real and right before my very eyes the whole thing even more surreal.

I grew up with Mathias. We weren’t the best of friends even though we had our moments in the sun throughout the seasons. We happened to live our lives and go our separate ways after graduation, and I went without him ever crossing my mind again. We were no longer connected to the same neighborhood, no longer attached to the same fabric. Even when I went back home, I never inquired about him. He didn’t even come into mind.

Then one day, as I was flipping through the alternative paper, The Grunge, a local rag featuring artists and the creative freaks around town, there he was with a third of a column discussing his tumultuous musical career. The reports were that he joined a local band, an eclectic hip-hop ensemble. It did okay, nothing big time just a few local dives around the city. I tried to find them, to check them out at one of the spots they were rumored to have played. No such luck. Apparently, there was a serious lag time between when the article was written and when the article was published because by the time the column went to press, the group had disbanded. Mathias changed into some funky clothes and branched off into a solo singing career. That never got far either. He was signed to a major record company, but his career was not catered to well by the label as it should have been. When he found out the real reason why, that the label was far more focused on their platinum rap stars than their R&B crooners, rather than beat the company at their own game, Mathias instead chose to join them by touring behind his popular label mate, infiltrating his entourage until he became a part of the top brass.

That was where I found him finally, sitting alone at the bar inside of a very trendy hotel drowning away his day. He was still the youthful-looking nerdy Clark Kent I remembered. He tried to sell me on the dream that he had changed from that boy into a man by sporting a trimmed bush around his mouth. Even so, to me, Mathias still looked the same old same old except with a bit more money lining his pockets, something that came off more like brash confidence than chic arrogance. Once he saw who I was, even that stripped away his Superman bravado.

We talked for about a couple of hours, with him heading up the discussion telling me everything I just told you. We exchanged numbers and parted ways, knowing that our conversation wasn’t going to go beyond our last gin and tonic.

Six months later, perhaps ten, Mathias called me out the blue. He claimed it was by accident. That he must’ve programmed his newest phone with my number under his other friend’s name. After apologizing for the mistake, he was telling me that he was trying to get in touch with his friend to ask him if he wanted some tickets to go to the concert that featured his label mate, Cyclone, the rapper. I guess that was my cue to ask for the tickets myself. But failing to see the perks of knowing someone who knew someone famous and as good looking as the rapper, I thought I had a better chance of being with him by jacking off to a magazine photo featuring his ripped tatted-up body.

“Not a fan, huh,” Mathias spat, after long breaks of silence.

“Sure.” I said, grabbing my dick thinking about the rapper. “I thought you were trying to call your friend to give him the tickets.”

“I can give them to you just the same as I can give them to him.”

“Cool,” I grinned, letting him trail off into the intricate details about how I was to retrieve them.

The concert was off the chain! It was like wrestling and softcore porn meshed into one with gorgeous well-sculpted men drenched heavy in sweat hopping around on stage rapping about all sorts of suggestive things that made every man, gay or straight, sport a proud hard-on in that arena.

I was ready to hit the club afterwards and find a man to help me unleash my lustful desires. If not, disappointingly start what would be the first of many jerk-off sessions to this wonderful event. But as I was practically dry humping this man with an incredibly firm high booty in front to his so-called girlfriend as we tried to crowd out of the building, Mathias cupped me by the shoulder and led me backstage.

Security alone kept my dick on brick. I could have fucked all those beefy bastards and left even hornier than I came. If that wasn’t enough, there were scores of other gorgeous men coupled and caressed by beautiful women, obviously groupies. I engaged in a few conversations with some of the mean-mugging bouncers, scoring a couple of numbers on the sly. I was making full use of the spread when Mathias introduced me to Cyclone in passing. Cyclone looked me up and down with his shirtless self, mentioning that Mathias had told him about me, growing up and all sorts of shit I’d forgotten. Cyclone then asked if I was tagging along with them.

I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t have time to ask as I was being ushered into one of a bevy of Hummer limos taking us around to various clubs, scoring free drinks being a member of his crew for the night. I was just getting into the groove of this club-hopping business when we ended back up at their hotel where scores of sophisticated groupies calmly scattered throughout the lobby waiting on the star. While Cyclone and some of his crew members headed off to their suites with a handful of them. Mathias and I sloshed down the other end of the hall back to his room.

He too had a luxury suite, equipped with a sofa and a stunning view of the city skyline that were often only shown in one of those frou-frou magazines. It was nice, extremely nice. I tried to thank Mathias for the night. He tried being humble, saying that it was the label’s doing and that he was just the middleman helping to orchestrate it all.

“Still,” I smiled in amazement, sipping on more alcohol from the mini fridge off the sofa. “You made the shit happen, man.”

“Yeah,” he simpered. “I’m glad you enjoyed the night.”

Without much thought, being I was buzzed, I started caressing my dick through my jeans relaying to him it that it would be nice if we could finish off the beautiful night with something to smoke.

Like a soldier, he came through with some weed, claiming it was some of the finest shit on the market. He claimed it toppled most of the stuff that came out of the Netherlands. It smoked smooth and was quite good; taking me up on a high that was effortless and indulgent.

“Damn, that shit is tight! I should’ve added getting some head to the mix, too.” I joked but not joked, feeling my hard stick and its honey drip slick my undies.

Out of nowhere, Mathias mumbled he could use some dick to toke on for awhile.

This put a huge smile on my face, not getting the faintest of vibes all night that he got down, too. I got more energy off the security guard than I did him.

“Well, c’mon, then, this could be our lucky day!” I undid my jeans and sprawled my arms on the back the sofa.

“Damn, the dick’s already ready.” Mathias chuckled nervously at my long seamless black dick arching out of my lap.

“Like the damn Washington Monument.” I said, sleepy-eyed. “Why don’t you bring your mouth on over here and treat it like a lollipop!”

Mathias slowly fell to his knees, licking the underbelly of the shaft and then the head. With the night view before me, I got my tired ass up off the sofa and took the party over to the ceiling-to-floor windows. If I had been sober, I would have been scared at the open view or using my hands as a balance against it. But being drunk and high, neither of that bothered me, especially after he started sucking on my thinly-veined dick. Mathias bobbed up and down as he was going for apples in a barrel, or in this case a banana off a tree. His mouth felt like two pillows on my dick, wrapping his throat around my piece as he had my balls cradled in his pointy chin.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled regretfully. “Oh, no…shit!”

I shot off like a cannon in his sweet mouth, unable to hold back or give any kind of real warning with the slow response of overcoming both the weed and alcohol.

“Shit!” I sighed, recuperating from the ball-draining and feeling good on an even higher cloud with his throat closing and opening to swallow my load.

Even when I was done, Mathias was not, holding on to every last drop and then doing me the courtesy of using his mouth to finish me off of any remaining drop or residue.

“Damn, that’s some fucking skills!” I huffed, opening my eyes to find Mathias squatting on his knees, reaching between his legs and jacking off. “I can take care of that if you want me to.”

“For real,” Mathias said cool with the program.

“Yeah, I got to show my appreciation for tonight.” I smirked. Unsure if I was going to be able to keep my concentration on giving him head being so sleepy and intoxicated and sleepier after my post-oral nut.

“Cool.” Mathias stood up.

I fell to my knees like a sack of potatoes, took control of his dick like it was nothing. He wasn’t as big as me, but being he was clean and cut made it worthwhile being that I sometimes had cheese built up on mine. And I wasn’t a fan of the taste like some foreskin lovers.

What got me though was my abandon. Although we were on the sixtieth-something floor, I was still letting the city watch me suck him off. And while I was glad to do him this solid, other than for the night, the fan in me wanted to be down the hall giving head to the star. I sucked Mathias like I would have sucked Cyclone, if given the chance. And before Mathias could make the dramatic moans to orgasm, the door of his room flew open and about fifteen or so men piled in. They looked like they were cropped out of some masculine black muscled porn with a couple of brown brothers in the fray along with an incredibly ripped white guy and a tall yellow guy that also looked like he was fresh from a muscle mag modeling shoot.

“What the fuck?” I spat wiping the spittle of smeared dick off my face.

“Ah, the perk of being part of an entourage,” Mathias offered with a goofy smile, looking down at me.

“We’re cool, bruh,” one guy noted.

“Yeah, we’re just trying to join in on the party, man,” the white guy playfully shouted.

“Cool.” I said. “As long as you brought plenty of condoms, we can party ‘til the break of dawn.”

“Of course, baby,” the first guy said with a large clear fishbowl filled to the brim with black wrappers. “We got the condoms black and that real good lube by the gallons.”

“Shit, you came here ready to do the damn thing, huh?”

“You’re cool with this?” Mathias asked.

“Shit yeah!” I said lowly, leisurely licking his dick seductively. “I’m just that kind of freak, man. Besides, every one of those motherfuckers are a looker except for that one, but I bet he’s got the best dick in the room.”

“You ain’t never lied, bruh,” Mathias beamed.

“Y’all just come out of your clothes while I take care of my boy just like he took care of me earlier.” I commented, mildly regretting I wasted my first load on Mathias.

I sucked and damn near choked trying to get the singer off, receiving both taunts and cheers from the other guys in the room. A couple of guys daringly made their way over to us, so while I was sucking off Mathias, I had two other dicks I had to palm in front of the window.

Once I got Mathias good to go, I took one dick after another, inhaling the different fragrances of man-funk that each had to offer. “Damn, you got that fire head.”

“No doubt,” I pulled off and responded favorably.

I sucked off the second guy but not the third. He was the one I really wanted to get with, but by then my knees was killing me. I told him we had to move it over to somewhere else. He was cool with it, considering it gave him the chance to literally be on my ass with his huge dick riding my crack.

He felt better than sex itself that way. His other friend, who was hairless except for around the eyes–not to be left out of the mix–grabbed me by my teats and led me over to the king-sized bed. When they got me over there, another one of his friends began tonguing them while another guy started sucking my renewed hard dick.

Before long, I was covered in hands and other body parts. So much so I could no longer make out any parts of my own anatomy. I was being pushed and pulled. Pushed to the bed, then pulled back up off it until these strong forceful hands pushed me down on the bed and brought my ass back up, pressing his dick under mine with his pubes crushing my hole making it twitch and wet with anticipation.

I wanted to look back and see who was doing this to me, but I didn’t for my own good. I didn’t want to be intimidated by the number and the size of the men I were fated to take care of. Yet, without even trying, I could make out the tight crowd of men in the mirror above the bed and with my face brought back so another man could position himself for some head from me, I got a quick glimpse of the man behind me in the mirrored headboard.

I recognized him. He was one of the cute bodyguards I was talking to earlier, with the fluttering bulge in his pants that let me know if he wasn’t on the clock….

His name was Antonio. I think?

Antonio started fingering my hole with cold lube as I sucked off this random guy treating my throat like a masturbation sleeve with his thrusts and hand holding the back of my head controlling the speed. I snorted and gurgled and loved every minute of it, taking the time to cater his balls. Antonio pulled back for a minute and then started fingering my ass with two fingers as he’d announced he put on a condom.

“Time for me to bust this cherry for the night,” Antonio growled, bringing my ass back closer to him. He had me suspended in angst with the tip of his condom dancing across my anxious hole. “You ready pimp?”

“Yeah, dude,” I managed to mouth coming off the man in my mouth for a second. “Are you?”

“Ain’t like dude got much of a choice,” the guy’s whose dick I was sucking said to Antonio, slapping my mouth back onto his erect genitalia.

“Ain’t that the truth!” Antonio chuckled, grabbing me by my waist and tried throwing his dick up in me like it was nothing. “Damn, baby boy, you’re tighter than a mug!”

 

You thought otherwise? I thought, gripping my hole tighter against his invading dick hoping to embarrass him with his friend by forcing him to come sooner than he expected. I thought I had him, but it turned out Antonio had me jabbing me all proper-like, having me squirm against his hard dick. Soon enough, I was fiendish for the thing, throwing my ass back against him as he grabbed me by my shoulders and had me bouncing off his lap like a pogo stick. It felt good, especially since it took away any effort from the dude I was sucking off. Which meant all that was left for him to do was to aim his dick at my open mouth while Antonio did the rest for us.

“Ah, man,” the owner of the dick in front of me grumbled, holding onto the back of my head once again, and doing everyone the courtesy of bellowing his load in my hair and forehead.

This, or the idea of this, must have really done it for Antonio because he started pumping me hard and rough with the thick lube easing the brunt of his violent fuck. He was so in his own zone that nobody climbed in the bed in front of me, knowing it would’ve just been too much for me.

“I’m about to get that nut, baby boy. Let me get that nut! Aw, damn!” Antonio started shooting into his black condom planted firmly in my ass.

Antonio was the first to tag this ass that night, but certainly not the last as I engaged in a blur of acrobatics, with this person and that person in this position and that position sucking and fucking, getting ate out, and even in a couple of cases double penetration. That required a bit more weed to enjoy along with spine-tingling kisses up and down my slick sweaty body. The thing that took me over the edge was the constant “thank yous” I received from the various men in the room every time some dude busted a nut and discarded their condom.

I had gotten hemmed up by the whole room at least once with several repeats including Antonio who had me on my back screaming his name, calling him Daddy and Big Poppa at random, claiming my ass as his alone as one dude tried sucking me off in the tight space between belly and crotch. I tried getting him up off me as I gyrated my thighs against the big man fucking me, who didn’t need an ounce of help doing his thing.

“Aw, fuck me, man, Daddy,” I growled beginning to lose my battle to my fourth orgasm of the night to the large bucking bronco on top of me.

Antonio was fucking me like it was his last day on earth, like he hadn’t gotten off anytime that century with his dick swimming in my exposed hole and balls drumming against its door.

“Oh, c’mon, dawg,” I screamed, noticing that my voice carried through the room as if we were the only two still left in there.

He grabbed my ankles pushing them into the air and started fucking me harder until I had another load to get loose. I guess that was all it took for him because he started muttering, pulled out, and pulled off his condom to show a small load that he rubbed against the inside of my thighs.

I was so tired by then that by the time he let go of my legs and they hit the bed, I fell asleep.

I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but I do remember the sun coming up by the time I finished off Antonio, though. And it was still out when the star attraction stood before my cum-drenched body in all his naked glory. With so many men in the room, it didn’t even occur to me that the reason we were all brought together was because of the rapper.

And there he was.

For a split second, the sight of his dick excited me despite the many I already taken before. Then the saliva in my mouth went bone dry the second I saw what I saw. Cyclone was very big, bigger than big. His dick was like freak show circus big with more inches and girth than I could have ever thought one human being could tote on one frame, and the fact that he was real and this was realer than real was more than an idea I could actually chew on.

“I know I got a big dick, son,” Cyclone growled with a sinister grin. “That’s why I had my boys stretch you out so I can get some of that good asshole for myself.”

I froze. I didn’t mind the fucking. I just had a problem with the dick that I had to fuck. My mind went back to an ad I saw in one of those fuck catalogs, advertising a massive black dong for novelty purposes only. It wasn’t crazy enough to be fucked with unless somebody was crazy enough to fuck it. And even with the sea of dick I took, he was just too much.

“As much as I want to handle you just to say that I did, there is no way I can handle that lead pipe, partna,” I conceded sore in bed.

“Sure, you can. Mind over matter, bruh. Mind over matter.”

Cyclone climbed over to the bed with his elephantine hung leading the way.

“Talk to the mic, motherfucker,” Cyclone snarled grabbing his dick and thumping it against my mouth like a hard slap.

While my mind said no, my whorish body pumped with cock gave the go-ahead as I barely got the head of his dick passed my lips, which was a sore defeat given that I was popping big dick in my mouth like a pill popper. Since I couldn’t do much with his dick as a whole in my mouth, I focused strictly on his cumhole, licking the sweet nectar that was steadily dripping from it.

It gave me new life, working his dick over the best I could until I was lying on my side.

“Got that nice proper bubble butt, I see,” Cyclone commented, slapping the side of my thigh and butt cheeks covered in dried deposits.

I tried to ignore him, hoping I could make him come with my mouth alone, making him forget about my ass.

“I know what you’re trying to do, son,” Cyclone said about ten minutes later. “I’m going to get up in that ass and rock your world.”

I tried pulling off, but he told me it wasn’t going to make much of a difference and that I needed to focus on one task at a time.

I did, nervously pondering how in the hell was I going to get all of that back there!

I was enamored with sucking his dick when he told me he was ready for some ass. Knowing what he knew, he surprised me by bringing my knees back to my ears and eating me out like the last supper. He was tonguing my hole like it was going out of style, had me accidentally begging for it.

“Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, motherfucker!”

Without skipping a beat, Cyclone had slipped on a magnum and some lubed that he worked into me along with some anal desensitizer. As he aimed that third leg against my hole, I felt betrayed by my exhausted body when it gobbled up and expanded around his slick dick. Even with the amount of dick I had already taken, I felt as if I was being stretched incredibly wide by this one. I only thought I was being split in two before. He didn’t care, slowly building up to get his the way he wanted it. My hole and my body were shaking with every ramming thrust. The surprising part was it didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it should. It was so hot, and I was so turned on that I couldn’t believe I was feeling another load stir. I was open, yet I felt stuffed lusting for more of his dick to pound into me.

Cyclone looked at me and grinned, certain he had me. He knew what he was doing and knew that he did it well, as my hole gave into each wave of pleasure more and more.

“Fuck me!” I howled with him taxing my poor ass for everything it was worth. “Oh, gawd!”

“Yeah, son, yeah!” Cyclone shouted mercilessly. “Give me some more of this good ass, son!”

It felt as if my hole was no longer my hole, just a tool for him to use that I happened to enjoy by chance as he looked at me looking back at him on top of me in the mirror. He was plowing and screwing, just having me there to take it.

“I’m about to come!” Cyclone broadcasted very much in control, breathing huskily without an inkling he was out of breath.

I was touching the sides of his contracting abs, waiting for that moment, and before I knew it, he shoved the length of his entire dick inside of me. And I automatically shot a small bead of a load before he killed my ass over the next five minutes or so.

“Oh, shit!” Cyclone bellowed. “I’m about there, pimp. I’m about to get it in!”

He sunk his dick back into me, deeper than he had gone before. He collapsed on top of me, panting for dear life. After a minute or two, he came back up, still inside of me and kissed me on the side of my neck and jaw.

“Damn, baby, boy,” Cyclone smirked letting me know he came to completion before he pulled out. “You got some nice ass on you, too…and a nice piece as well.”

There was a lingering silence between the two of us as he pushed off of me and got his clothes back on, claiming he was surprised that nobody called hotel security about the loud noise we’d made.

“You should think about joining my entourage. It comes with a nice big perk.”

“No doubt,” I said rolling upright. “The biggest perk I ever had!”

I don’t just look like fucking trouble. I am fucking trouble.

I didn’t start out that way, though. I just stumbled upon it following all the wrong faces into all the wrong places led me right here, standing in the doorway with four angry bastards ready to rip me a new one.

Regardless of what the movies say about bookkeepers, we have a pretty dull existence for a job that pays next to shit. If you’re legit, it’s about crunching the numbers to the point it makes sense at the end of the day. If you’re not, it’s about making the numbers look legitimate to them. Unfortunately, I toe the right side of the law in the name of my modest profession working at this mom-and-pop grocery store down the street from the Danube.

One day I woke up and decided to shed my thick, black-framed glasses and nerdy clothes for the past thirty-five years for a leather jacket and a pair of harness boots left to me by my ex-boyfriend after he was hauled off to jail in the middle of the night never to be heard from again. And with the help of some tight black jeans and some clear contacts, I darted off to the grocery store as if nothing in my world had changed. The second I saw my boss, I panicked. I swore up and down she was going to reprimand me and give me the history of her husband’s ancestry and how they came across owning the store. She mumbled something under her breath and went about her day as usual just the same as I did. I must’ve looked like a biker missing his bike on my short walk home for this random motorcyclist to stop and offer me a ride. Because I was literally a block from home, he asked me to join him for a draft at this bar that catered specifically to “our” kind.

My mind ran in a few directions with this lone phrase, of course, along with his incessant winking. I was quickly set straight of any other notion by the men and women crowding the small place. It smelled of motorcycle gangs with brawls and other dangers lurking around every corner. His goal was to get me laid by some hard face woman while he made nice with her big-breasted friend. It wasn’t uncomfortable as it was strange, with so many hard men stomping about the place with their snarling faces itching for trouble. There was plenty of it to get into, but it was this sweet chocolate brown black man that figured my angle. He was an American, ex-pat, hardened with mass and muscle that didn’t offer a shred of fat to his well-packed bulbous belly. He reeked of leather and tattoos and of trouble in search of a good time, eventually lying to my new friend we knew each other and that he would sure to get me home safely.

He got me home alright, but the ride was far from free, suggesting heavily I work my mouth to invite him up to my apartment for a nightcap. He didn’t look like the kind that was going to take “no” either way, so I took the easiest route available to me, used my own free will. I barely had time to get into the apartment before he forced me against the door and whipped out his dick already hard.

“Skin them knees for me,” The black man growled in my face.

I barely had any space to rest my knees caps if it wasn’t for him spreading his legs as if he was in dire strains for balance to take a much-needed piss. I had no room to move my head it was so in my face. It was reminiscent of a horse’s cock I once saw in the countryside with its chunky unevenness along the prominent length covered by this smoky black foreskin highlighted by this large metal cockring.

I slipped the big throbbing thing over my dry lips. For such a hard man, he was easy to bend. Trembling and groaning every time I made a concerted effort to suck him nicely in offering my real appreciation for the ride on the back of his bike. I listened to him gulp for air when I was doing a great job and listen to him mumble inaudible obscenities when bathed his leathery meatballs with my rough tongue.

He couldn’t really grab my head in any fashion because of the limited space he allowed me. Instead of breaking to get more comfortable, he palmed the door to lunge his hefty hips into my face. He wanted to fuck it like he was drilling oil, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. He quickly found out if he did that there was no guarantee he was going to sink it back into my mouth.

My face was covered with my spit from his misses when he stuck with these short jabs into my mouth for awhile. I kept my tongue steady where he could get the best use out of the friction. When he decided to go deeper and stay there, hitting the back of my throat, he leaked a small but steady stream of warm salty precum that made me weak, like sweet snot dripping back there at the end of a bad cold.

“That’s what I like,” he grumbled, sluggishly ramming it in my face, trying his best to hold back from the unique inflammation that comes right before a man is about to blow. “That’s what I like!”

Even though I could’ve gotten him off just like that, he reared back, jerked his head back, and took matters into his own hands. I kept my mouth open wide, making sure my mouth was fully aligned with his dick. I was more than ready as he had a delayed reaction from the edging he did. He moaned and groaned, cried and grunted, shook and crooked before he eventually sprayed a warm glob of creamy goo into my awaiting mouth.

The initial shot so fiery strong in its force out nearly choked me, causing me to shut my trapper so the remaining hard spurts to come got me good up the nose and in my blinded eyes. I was so deeply loss in the delirium I finally came too with my mouth open again to him scraping his piss slit clean with my tongue.

“Clean up your mess.” He growled at me impatiently, like I was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen in his life. I said nothing in response. Overwrought with the sudden fear he was a stranger in my home that got what he wanted and might want something more, like my stuff, my life. I busily polished of the remains of “my” mess off him like my life depended on it, going over areas I hadn’t even been over before, like the crease of his striking thighs and his forest of black pubes to make sure I got every drying drop. I had the whole thing soft in my mouth when he yanked it out calling me his “hungry faggot.”

I thought it was one of those one-time things for me to journal about later. But he showed up after work to offer me my daily feeding, sometimes stopping by in the morning before I headed off to work.

It only took about three weeks of seeing this black man on a daily basis for me to finally learn his name. I stumbled upon it after I stumbled upon him and his pretty little blond trophy wife at a café. Felix, she heaved her titties, saying his name like it was literally taking her breath away. He gave her a few dollars to go away while he ushered me into the alleyway for his third blowjob of the day.

Felix bought himself a new bike soon after and freely gave me the keys to his old one. I couldn’t imagine him doing it purely out of the kindness of his heart but took the wonderful gesture as such no less. He was incredibly patient in teaching me how to ride it through town where on this certain night of the week we would end up at the bar where we met, a night of the week where it was totally absent of its women. I was slow to catch the drift as he brazenly did things he never did before, not even in private. It started off as a playful pat here and there before he had me walking around in my leather jacket, boots, and jockstrap steadily groping a piece of ass he never bothered once to even claim.

The night would always end the same: Him commanding a crowd as I sucked and slobbered like his hungry faggot should getting the better part of his sweet cream in my mouth.

Others tried to take his place. But he was always protective of me, letting the world know I was his and he didn’t give anybody permission to touch me.

Then one night, out of the clear blue, I was sucking him like usual when I heard Felix talking to somebody. I knew better than to stop what I was doing, but it got extremely loud and angry just above my head. I was going to get out of the way at that moment when someone came from behind me, picked me up by the back of my legs, spun me in midair just to pile-drive me into the pool table. I wasn’t knocked out by the impact as much as I was stunned by the abruptness. My eyes must’ve gotten cloudy because when they cleared up, I saw Felix being fought away from me.

“Oh, Big Jimmy is going to love this,” this butterscotch man of Cameroon and German descent, as I would later learn, said in a soothing deep baritone.

I was in too much pain to really be mindful this man talking to me was also holding my ankles and bringing my knees back to my chest. I was too busy looking up at his uncouth face with its warming smile and the long nappy sideburns that went along well with what was on top of his head.

“Don’t be afraid. Big Jimmy got you, baby, and is ready to do you just right, okay.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, my upper back starting to hurt. Felix was cursing and shouting in the background, and I wasn’t exactly sure why.

“I got you Big Jimmy,” sneered this odd man working his arm feverishly against the crotch of the man between my legs.

I didn’t know he was lubing this Big Jimmy up. It was the furthest thing from my spinning mind. I was only brought back to heaviness of the situation when I was brought to the end of the table. There, I felt a hard slimy dick press its way against my butt cheeks. It didn’t even tease the opening of my hole to get it ready for the invasion. It readily found home plate and went straight for it with the flared head sinking fast into my tight sphincter.

“No,” I quickly found the will to murmur. “No. No. No. No. No.”

It was useless, too late. His dick was like an inferno burrowing inside of my channel, burning me up inside with its vicious recipe of great size and sheer eagerness to get me down on his wiry balls.

“See, what I tell you, baby. Big Jimmy got your sweet ass covered…better covered than that dirty old Felix ever could.” He heaved. I moaned, feeling like I was being ripped apart. He was relentless, rocking my body with his pleasure making me call out his name like I knew it better than a dear old friend with a large crowd gathering around tugging on their dicks.

He became more of an animal once he was fully aware he was putting on a show for them, as he spent most of his time up to then looking of me and my reactions to him. Sweat rained off his hairy body and down onto me and pool table supporting me underneath. My sore bum was incredibly raw bouncing from his waist when I saw him grit his teeth. He lifted me up off the table with each powerful lunge before he let out this grueling roar, impaling me on his dick before violently shuddering and spiking his semen into me.

He shook so long and so hard I had a hard time believing it was ever going to stop. I was right on the receiving end of every single aftershock he had to level into me. I let out a huge sign of relief when he finally did, feeling my tingling rectal cavity stuffed to the brim with his heated juice.

I was pleased with the experience, but afraid I was going to be opened to the crowd. He surprised me and the crowd dearly when he pulled me by the arm up to him and kissed me passionately, not giving a damn I had another man on my breath. He let go, licked and bit his lips.

“Bring that piece of shit back over here.” Big Jimmy called out.

A small band of men strong-armed Felix back over as Big Jimmy pulled his wilting dick out of my slick bum with a sickening pop. My hole was open. The crazy amount of runny white mess bubbling out of my crack was ridiculous. But it was nothing compared to the hard eleven inches that had just made nice with my soft wrinkly intestines.

Felix shook his head in disbelief. His special gift soiled before he got a chance to soil it.

“He’s my bitch now,” Big Jimmy laughed back at him. “Nothing you can do about it.”

Felix snatched me by the arm and took me home. He quietly got me back to my apartment before going off on me. As if what happened was every bit my fault. He said I looked too benign, too much like a freaking bookkeeper at a grocery store with that hair around my face. He shamed me into the bathroom to clean myself out of Big Jimmy. The second I was done, he bent me over the sofa and greeted me with his dick up my ass.

“Owww,” I shook at the rushed entry, heavily still on the crest of my last orgasm with the recent stranger that stretched my sensitive hole. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!”

“You like that, huh? You like that?”

“Yes,” I vibrated with his dick feeling just as grand.

Felix grabbed my hips and began pumping angrily. “You like getting fucked? Huh? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked so much that you let that filthy motherfucker touch you huh?”

He knew better than I did I had no real choice in the matter. But if I had to be truthful, I enjoyed every second of it in hindsight.

“No, sir,” blurted from my tongue. “I wanted you to be the first one.”

“You know why boy?”

I shook my head.

“What I’ve been telling you all along boy?”

I shook my head. Not because I didn’t know the answer, but I was afraid of calling out the name of the wrong man.

“What I tell you, boy? You’re my property! You’re my property! You’re my property! You’re my property, you fucking whore!” He grunted and viciously thrusts, cutting his fingernails deep into my shoulders.

It became quite clear I was nothing more than just a warm sleeve for his manhood, constantly screaming at me and slapping my rear that I belonged to him and only him as he tried hard to reclaim something that was never his. I began to hyperventilate at the intensity of his words. Felix might’ve taken it for me being in seventh heaven, but it was something seriously more. I was and I wasn’t. I wasn’t there with Felix in my apartment but everything I had was still back at the bar clutching the green felt on the pool table still getting fucked by Big Jimmy. If Felix could have seen my face then, he would’ve figured as much. That he was just in the throws of another man’s well-used sloppy seconds.

“My boy! My property! My boy! My property!” Felix repeatedly howled.

I clenched my hole tightly. I squealed like I agreed, trying hard to get this sweaty man off. Not the black man in me, but the black man that claimed me as his bitch for the world to see.

I felt Felix pulse inside of me. I listened to him whine his way to a satisfying end smearing his thick spew across my cheeks which left me unsatisfied.

I tried for a full week to get Felix back in my system. I had devoted a lot of time with this man just to go astray. But after another day of riding and riding, after skipping our noticeable routine of heading off to the bar, I left Felix in my bed in search of Big Jimmy.

He knew what I wanted without me opening my mouth. He pulled me to him. He hugged me and kissed me and threw me over his shoulder like his claimed prized back to his place.

I needed Big Jimmy. He wasn’t much to look at but blew my back out every chance he got. This wasn’t to say I gave up on Felix entirely. He just wasn’t really owed an explanation of my whereabouts when I wasn’t with him. He had a dumb blond at home he needed to tend to every once in awhile. And I think Big Jimmy really got off on this too, me sneaking behind on a man he had bad blood with. But he promised me he really liked me for me first and foremost, and that the other was a bonus. He proved this by giving me a key to his place whenever I needed peace from the storm.

I guess I was primed for being played, too, as I went up to his job a few months later to take him out to lunch just to walk up on Big Jimmy laughing at two dudes scrapping over him.

“I’m just fucking them just like you’re fucking him.” Big Jimmy said one night in bed over a cigarette. “I love you just like you love me.”

“What makes you think we got love for each other?” I spat angrily.

He laughed. He put down his cigarette and rolled me onto my stomach and climbed my back. “Because we both can agree that this sex between us is beyond comparison.”

Big Jimmy was an older man. He was fifty-one but could’ve been fifty-nine for all anybody could care with splotches of gray in his black hair.

It wasn’t that I wanted to believe him. I honestly did believe him, knowing he wasn’t going to commit to a monogamous relationship just like Felix. He had been too badly bruised in matters of the heart to get too attached. Though, there was always a slight pain in his eyes every time I went back home. Not knowing if I was going back to an empty apartment or not.

The changes felt kind of slow, but came rather fast in contrast, shedding away that quiet mousy bookkeeper I used to be. I trimmed down my beard to a tamable moustache and goatee with a flattering haircut to match. I got a modest tattoo against the small of my back. Next came the one across my upper back. I was still relatively conservative in getting my entire right leg done, thinking I would have to in something less than pants for anyone to see it. I was too far addicted to the pain and defiance to stop there. I got my chest plate and two arm sleeves tattooed as well.

If juggling two guys weren’t enough, I scored two more notches in my bedpost with my tattoo artist Sam, from the bar, who got so turned on by the way his worked looked on me he couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and Alexandre, with a weird fascination about using these big anal beads on me and plucking them out using the openness of my hole to make himself at home.

I spent most of my adult life clinging on to one man for dear life to having four that I juggle on a rigorous schedule so neither crossed paths to give me what I need for when I needed it. Felix was authoritative. He had a commanding presence that would make others swoon. Arrogant American, I suppose. He looked the part. Unfortunately, all Felix did was look and act that part. Big Jimmy was the part. He just never would be obtainable, someone to call my own. I would forever be a priority with urgent needs he needed to take care of. Sam was great eye candy, ripped with muscles, nice dimples as passionate as his art, but there was very little spark behind the standard flash of lust. He was great eye candy. Alexandre was weird and weird looking too, but in an attractive way. Our connection was that I think we were one in the same in so many ways.

Nothing more than deep reflections in hindsight. At the time, I got really full of myself seeing myself as the ultimate bottom stud with these red-hot pokers wanting desperately for me to submit. I wore one out and was onto the next one giving the last one time to recoup before I came back again.

My downfall came when I sloppily allowed Big Jimmy to come to my place instead of his where Felix saw him off on his way in. That was my goal, of course, letting Felix know he wasn’t the only game in town. And that if he was free to have choices, so was I. I was looking for a firestorm and I got one. I just wasn’t expecting the sort of backdraft I got when Felix got so angry that he spouted off at his wife. She, in turn, came up to the tattoo parlor where I was getting some fill-in work done by Sam to tell me off. I tried sweeping it over. I was doing a really good job when I slipped and said Alexandre’s and Big Jimmy’s name interchangeably.

I thought my world was quickly coming to an end with everybody finding out about the other. I had gone back to growing my hair out and my beard long, trying to slowly reclaim that quiet nerd that worked at the local mom-and-pop grocery store. I was stepping out of my apartment and into the hallway when I was greeted by the four men I spent the last few months fucking all reeking of leather and beer pseudonymous with the bar.

“We’re all men. We can work something out.” Felix sneered, grabbing his dick.

“Yeah. Yeah, indeed,” Big Jimmy smiled widely reaching to play with my nipples through my collared shirt. “Snow White had her seven dwarfs. You just got four loaded guns ready to spray whenever your hole needs them…like right now.”

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Author’s Note: This story was inspired by a man I’ve never met, but whose cluster of pictures came across my computer screen a long time ago. Back in the days of internet old, where only exhibitionist and promising sex workers shared their nudes, there was this guy who enthralled me by just being. Sure, he was handsome, sexy, and exotic, but his allure wasn’t tied to that, being eye candy, I mean. I was curious about the man with the double sleeve tattoos and a face tattooed on each pectoral bound by a heart and a cross in the center. Even so, even though he didn’t look like it, I was sure he might be fucking trouble, lol!

Extra Practice with Dexter 

I was down to the last four weeks of my high school career. I was preparing myself to spend the summer working on the family farm with my dad and two brothers. I am the middle son, my older brother was finishing up a two-year ag program at the community college and would be moving back home to begin the process to take over the farm when dad retires. I was going to head off to college in the fall, not sure what I wanted to do, but I was leaning toward becoming a history teacher. While I liked growing up on the farm, it just wasn’t what I wanted to do for a living. If I became a teacher, I could still go home and help during the summer. My younger brother was still undecided, but he still had two more years of high school to figure it out. Dad never pressured us to take over but was glad at least one of his boys wanted to farm. We all helped with chores and working the farm growing up and my parents instilled a good work ethic in all three of us.

Dad did, however, tell us that he wanted each of us to participate in at least one sport during high school. He said it was important to be part of a team, he didn’t care which sport, that could be our choice. My older brother chose football and was a natural at it. By the time he was in high school, he stood about 6’ and weighed 190 pounds, my younger brother was on track to match if not surpass him in size. I on the other hand had to stretch to reach 5’6” and if I ate just before I stepped on the scale, I might weigh in at 145 pounds. My brother became the starting quarterback in his sophomore year, when I went into my freshman year I decided to follow in his footsteps and also joined the football team. We were in a small midwestern town, so there were only about 30 kids on the team. There were no try-outs if you showed for the first practice you were on the team. I wasn’t the smallest kid on the team, but I was pretty close, I wasn’t picked on too much because of my big brother’s status on the team. My older brother was a natural leader type, most on the team looked up to him, I however was more the shy reserved type.

I did well in the conditioning and quickly the coaches noticed that I was fast for a kid my size. They began to work on turning me into a running back. I knew that as a freshman, I wouldn’t see too much playing time, there were other guys bigger that had more experience. It’s just paying your dues, is what my dad told me. The coaches did have a plan for me though, they designed a series of plays to use my speed. I would only get on the field for 3 or 4 plays each game. When I went onto the field, the other team wouldn’t see me as much of a threat, so they would concentrate on the other bigger back. I never got the ball on first few times I was in the game, but on the last time I was in, my brother would fake the hand off to bigger back then turn and toss me the ball as I swept around the end of the line. It worked well and I was usually 10 to 15 yards down the field before the other team even knew I had the ball. It was about halfway through the season when our opponents figured out the play and started to prepare for it. I caught the ball, and I turned up field to see a huge linebacker headed at me full speed. Before I could change direction to avoid him, everything went dark. The guy was at least 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than me. I woke up in the ambulance as it was headed to the hospital, mom by my side and dad following in the car. A concussion and a night in the hospital later, my football career was over.

The other options for sports for me, were basketball and wrestling in the winter months or track the spring. I knew I didn’t enjoy basketball and mom was worried about me wrestling so soon after I had recovered from a concussion. Todd Hawkins, the track coach approached me after he saw my speed in football and asked me to join the track team. Mom was happy and I was fulfilling dad’s requirement to play a sport. I did like running so it was actually a win for all of us.

When practice started in the spring, coach had me run the 40- and 100-yard dash as well a relay. It was going well, and I was placing at all of our meets. Toward the end of the season, I was watching Josh Evans, he was a senior that did the long jump and pole vault. I decided I really wanted to try that, I told Coach Hawkins and he let me work with Josh a couple days a week. I wouldn’t be able to compete this season, but since Josh would be graduating and there wasn’t anyone else on the team to compete in those events, maybe next year I could. I listened to the tips that Josh gave me and during the off-season coach had given me a workout routine, when next track season rolled around, I was no longer running, and I was the team’s new jumper. I improved each year and by the time I was a senior, I had broken the school record in the pole vault and was very close in the long jump.

Dexter Oswald was also on the track team, he was also a classmate. Dex also was the best linebacker on the football team and a state qualifier in wrestling, yes, an all-around jock. He didn’t act like it though, he was very humble and like me, very quiet and reserved. He worked hard in his classes and got good grades, he was popular, but certainly wasn’t cocky. Oh, and with all that going for him he was also gorgeous. He was about 5’10” and 180 pounds of solid muscle. Of course, the blonde hair, steel blue eyes, bright white teeth and the cutest dimples that made an appearance whenever he smiled, which was often. While we were friendly with each other, I would not consider us close friends.

I had figured out that I was gay my freshman year. I was at a friend’s house, and he had found his dad’s stash of Playboys, we were of course studying them every time his parents were gone. As we were digging through the pile, we discovered that his mom also had some magazines of her own, we found 4 or 5 Playgirls. At first, we flipped through them and joked about the naked men posing inside, but soon I found myself more excited about those, than the women my buddy was drooling over. Whenever he would leave to use the bathroom or get us another soda, I would look at all those hot guys. To this day I remember what every cock in those magazines looked like. I would never come out in high school, no one did in our small town, only after we went away to college did a few of us reveal our true orientation. I had friends that were girls but never had a girlfriend, when I went to dances and out with friends it was usually in a group situation. From what I noticed, Dex didn’t go on many dates either, he also had a group of friends that he hung out with but gave no indication that he might be gay.

We had gotten to our last week of track practice before the District Meet, we need to do well there to qualify to go on to the State Finals. I was now just doing the long jump and pole vault, Dex was throwing the shot put and discus. I had really worked hard in the off season, the weightlifting program that coach worked out, had me on concentrating on my legs and arms. The stronger my legs were the better my push off for both events would be, and the arm strength would help me push off the pole and get better distance to clear the bar on my pole vault jumps. Dex had a similar program to work on his arms and chest for better throws.

I even surprised myself when one morning after I took my shower, getting ready for school, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Shit, where did those muscles come from? I stood in front of the mirror for a better look, I raised my arms and flexed a little. Damn, my arms looked great, I turned slightly to the side, my chest was even well defined and looked every bit as good as those guys I saw in those old Playgirl magazines. I don’t remember when, but sometime over the last couple years, a coat of hair had covered my chest, legs and ass. A few of my teammates had a little hair on their chest and legs, but it was just a small patch in the center and a trail between their belly button and cocks. Mine extended out to both nipples and my stomach that now was a rippled six pack was also covered with dark fur. The same fur was covering my thick muscular legs as well as my round firm ass, stopping at the small of my back. My eyes stopped at my dick, I thought, not bad. I wasn’t going to win a big dick contest, but I certainly wouldn’t finish anywhere near the bottom either, soft it was about 3 to 4 inches, but stretched to a respectable 6 inches when hard and it had a nice thickness. When practice started that year, I noticed a few of my teammates had the same results from their workouts, Dex included. Dex was just the opposite of me, while I had dark skin and hair, he was pale with blonde hair, his body was almost completely hairless except for the small patch above his cock and under his arms. Oh, and that cock was just as gorgeous as he was, about the same length as mine, but slightly thicker, God I would love to see it hard, right in front of my face.

Back to the last week of practice before districts, we were all on the field and each of were working on our own events. Coach was going around and giving each of us pointers, when it was time for practice to end, he blew his whistle.

“Ok guys, hit the showers, two days until districts.”

The rest of the team headed for the locker room, I wanted to get a couple more jumps in, I was so close to making past the next level on the pole vault. I noticed Dex was still working on his shot-put throws as well.

Coach walked toward me, “hey, did you hear me? Time to hit the showers.”

I reset the bar and jumped off the mat, “yeah, I heard you, is it ok it work a little bit longer?”

He said, “well, I guess so, just don’t stay too long. I have to go get my wife from work, so I have to leave, I’ll leave the locker room door propped open, make sure you pull it shut when you leave.”

He walked over to Dex and appeared to have the same conversation. Dex was alternating between throwing the shot-put and then the discus. Between my jumps, I watched as he twisted and turned with each throw. His muscles bulging each time, his small track shorts and tight tank top left little to the imagination. I tried not to be obvious, and I thought I saw him checking me out as well.

I set the bar at the height that I would need to qualify for state, once I cleared it three times in a row, I was feeling good about myself. I put my equipment away and walked toward the locker room. I saw Dex doing the same, I was pulling my shirt off when he walked in.

He sat on a bench to take his shoes off, “you looked pretty good out there.” He said with a smile.

I smiled back, “thanks, you did too.”

He said, “thanks, I think if I keep my form, I have a good chance to get to state.”

I nodded, “for sure.” I finished undressing, grabbed my towel, and went to the shower. I adjusted the temperature and stepped under the water. I lathered up my hair and as I was rinsing the shampoo out, I saw Dex walk in. There are about 10 shower heads around the shower room, I was a little surprised when he chose the one right next to me. I glanced over, trying not to be too obvious, Jesus, that chest, I looked further down and caught a look at that cock, as impressive as always. I turned away not wanting to get caught looking. As I turned back for another look, he turned and gave me a good look at that sweet ass, he bent down to soap his legs. Holy shit, I hope I don’t pop wood, that would be very embarrassing right now. I turned away once again, out of the corner of my eye I saw Dex had turned back toward me, I had to sneak another peek at that cock. I slowly turned back, my eyes widened as I saw that perfect cock was now completely hard and sticking straight out in front of Dex. He saw me staring at that flawless example of manhood.

He gave it a stroke, “sorry, but that hairy ass of yours really turns me on.”

I just looked him in the eyes as he started to move closer, soon he was under the same stream of water that I was. He whispered, “is it ok if I touch it?”

My throat was suddenly dry, and I couldn’t speak, I just nodded as he put his hand in my ass cheek and started to squeeze and rub it. My dick instantly sprang to life as Dex stepped in and grabbed my other cheek as he wrapped me in a hug. Our hard cocks rubbed together, and I almost shot my load right then and there. We were now face to face, Dex kept his hands kneading my ass as I looked up at him, he looked down at me, leaned in and gave me a kiss. I put my hands on his hips, I still had not said a word, I was just trying to process what was happening.

He pulled back slightly, “are you ok?”

Again, I just nodded in awe as he came back in to continue our kiss. I just snapped, I pulled him tight against me, his dick rubbing up and down on my hairy abs, leaving slick precum from my chest down to my belly button. I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, he pushed his in my mouth just as far. Our tongues were soon engaged in a wrestling match that could only be riveled by a WWE cage match. His hands were still tightly holding my ass, I moved my hands around gave his pump, muscled ass the same treatment he was giving mine. He moaned as we continued our make out session.

Dex broke our kiss and before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees, and he was bobbing up and down on my cock which was now swollen bigger than I ever imagined it could be. I felt my knees buckle, I had to grab his shoulders to steady myself. God even his shoulders were sexy. I let out a deep groan and felt my nuts start to tighten, he released my dick and grinned as he looked up at me, “oh no, not yet. We’re just getting started.”

He spun me around and pushed me so that I was bent at the waist. Once again, he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, the next thing I knew, Dex was pushing his tongue into my hole. For the first time, I was able to speak, “holy fuck!”

He laughed, “do you like that?” Once again, I was speechless and just nodded.

Dex said, “I have wanted this ass for two years, God this fur is so sexy.” He dove back in and continued his assault on my hole. Once again, he had me on the verge of exploding, he stood up as we picked up our kissing right where we had left off earlier. I decided I wanted to return the favor, I fell to my knees and inhaled his cock, causing me to gag. He smiled, “slow down bud, it’s not a race.” I latched back on and went about halfway down, his precum lubing my throat as I went further. He had his hands on the back of my head as I sucked for all I was worth. I have wanted to be in this position since I first saw those Playgirls, it was much better than I had ever imagined. Dex pushed me off his dick and turned around and spread his cheeks, “please, just like I did to you.” I stared into that hairless pink pucker, I thought, who would have ever thought that an asshole would be beautiful, but damn it, it was. I flicked my tongue across that hole, fuck, it even tasted good. I dove in, licking and sucking, only coming up for a quick breath and then back in. From the sounds coming from Dex, I was doing it right.

He pulled away and brought me up so we could kiss again. He panted, “I want you to fuck me so bad right now.” I really didn’t expect this, but my aching cock was happy to grant Dex his wish. I stood behind him and quickly realized that our height difference was going to be a challenge.

Dex turned and smiled, “let’s go out there, and I will lay on the bench.”

Still speechless, I once again just nodded like an idiot and followed him out of the shower. He laid down on his back and pulled his legs up giving me complete access to that sweet ass. I gave it another good licking, leaving spit to lube his hole, I aimed my cock and was soon in complete ecstasy. God his hole felt so good wrapped around my dick. I started to push in and out, each stroke was better than the last, damn he was tight. I leaned in and we were soon making out again, Dex’s hard cock trapped between our rock-hard abs. We were moaning and groaning, and our breath began to quicken, I pushed in and knew that I was past the point of no return. I let loose with the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. Of course, my only other experience up to this point was with my own hand. Dex’s body tightened as I felt his cock spasm between our stomachs, his hot sticky cum gluing us together as we continued our tonsil hockey game. I pulled my dick out of Dex’s ass and collapsed on top of him, we were both trying to catch our breath.

We sat up, both covered in cum and sweat. He smiled and said, “did you enjoy that?”

Again, I just nodded like an idiot.

He laughed, “I always knew you were quiet, but it’s ok if you talk to me.”

I swallowed hard, “sorry, that just took me by surprise, yes I did enjoy that, very much.”

He gave me a kiss, “good, so did I.”

I ran my hand across his chest, spreading his cum around, “I think we need another shower.”

He took my hand and lead me back into the shower, this time we didn’t even bother to turn on more than one shower. We continued to explore and wash each other until we both shot a second load down the drain. We finally got out, dried off and started to get dressed.

I said, “if we both do well at districts and make to state, we will have to stay in a hotel for two nights, right?”

Dex replied, “yeah, I guess so.”

I smiled, “well, I think we should ask to share a room.”

He gave me a grin, “absolutely.”