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Matthew Morris, the blond Columbia University drama student wrapping up his summer internship on the filming of The Deer Hunter in Bangkok flew into Chiang Mai on the Wednesday afternoon a week and a half after the party at Burt Blackmore’s Thai-style compound in the capital city. He had been invited to attend and speak to students at the Chiang Mai University American playwrights English-language one-act play festival by drama professor Krit Thanawat. Featured would be plays by Willa Cather (“The Sculptor’s Funeral”), Robert Frost (“The Bond” and “Death of the Hired Man”), Edna Ferber (“Sun Dried”), and Eugene O’Neill (“Thirst”). Matthew had played in the O’Neill and one of the Frost plays and studied the rest before he came up to Chiang Mai. As anxious as he was to see Krit again, who had bedded him quite expertly in Bangkok, Matthew looked forward to discussing American drama with Thai college students.

He’d only half expected Krit Thanawat to meet him at the airport—Krit had messaged that he’d be met and taken where he needed to go—but he was surprised that he was met by a young Thai man in enough of a uniform to mark him as a chauffeur in an old, but large and elegant Mercedes saloon car. The chauffeur, who identified himself as Amphon, wore a Thai-style tunic, made popular in the States as a Nehru jacket, over bloomer-type pants Matthew understood were made out of one piece of material. Krit had worn an elegant silk version of this outfit to Burt Blackmore’s party and had looked quite handsome in it—and he’d stood over Matthew and showed him how the pants quickly unwound in one piece, quickly freeing a significant element of a man’s anatomy, as desired.

Amphon was a handsome, small young man who knew very little English, so Matthew didn’t really know where he was being taken until he saw the landscaped grounds of imposing mixed Thai and modern Western buildings that he understood to be the campus of Chiang Mai University. Matthew had started to get into the front seat of the Mercedes at the airport, but Amphon made clear that he was to be driven in style—in the voluminous and cushy backseat. It was from this vantage point that Matthew saw that the chauffeur was wearing one pierced earring, a silver and black enamel disk with three Ying-Yang style sections, a symbol Matthew knew was one of BDSM submission. He wondered if Amphon knew it was a symbol for that. And, by projection, he wondered just what sexual fetishes Krit was into beyond those he’d hinted to Matthew when he’d fucked the young man. And he wondered if Krit’s domination extended over his household servants.

When Matthew was being honest with himself, he recognized that he had taken up Krit Thanawat’s invitation to the play festival in Chiang Mai as much for the opportunity to writhe under the Thai-Chinese sex master as to pursue his interests in drama.

As they pulled up to the drama building, Matthew saw a familiar figure getting off a fancy new motorbike. He had been told that Intorn, a drama student at this university who had been brought to Burt Blackmore’s party by the older movie actor, Vince Burnett, would be Matthew’s guide during the festival, and here he was.

They greeted each other before going into the theater. Intorn said the plays would be given in continuous rotation through the day, that they probably had already started, and that Professor Krit probably would be fully occupied in hosting the event. They would be going to his house afterward, though, and that’s where Matthew would spend the three nights of the festival. If Intorn knew that it was likely that Krit would bed Matthew frequently in those three nights, he didn’t reveal that.

As they talked before going into the theater building, Matthew noted that Intorn, like the chauffeur Amphon, was wearing one of the BDSM symbol disk silver and black enamel earrings. He wondered if he’d just missed that observation at the Blackmore party. Matthew also had his right ear pierced that he usually had a diamond stud in, but he was wearing nothing in the ear now as he hadn’t know what the etiquette about that would be here in upcountry Thailand. At least here, with those subservient to Krit, it seemed to be a mark of the man’s possession.

Intorn was right that Krit had no more opportunity to give Matthew attention that afternoon while the plays were being run, but he did greet Matthew with a handshake that included Krit rubbing Matthew’s palm with his thumb, establishing the sexual bond and intent between them, and he gave Matthew a prominent place at the front of the auditorium and in the group that discussed the play and playwrights on the stage after the performances. Matthew thoroughly enjoyed both the performances and the discussions after each one.

He was glowing with enthusiasm and the feeling of having been honored when Amphon drove him and Krit to Krit’s Thai-style mansion later in the evening. Intorn followed on his motorbike, which he proudly said he’d just bought out of a windfall inheritance he’d received. Krit pulled Matthew into a kiss and a few minutes of fondling in the backseat of the Mercedes as they drove to his house, but he held off on more explicit sex until after they’d had dinner, the three of them, around a low teak table in an open pavilion of Krit’s rambling series of raised wood pavilions, connected by wood terraces.

The first fucking was there, on cushions by the low table after the coffee and port had been served. Intorn didn’t leave, but he drew off to the side and watched, as Krit, sitting close beside Matthew, embraced the young man, took his mouth into a long, lingering kiss and as he did so, he twisted Matthew’s body around and laid him down on his back on the cushions. Producing a red silk scarf, Krit pushed Matthew’s arms over his head and tied his wrists together. Matthew gave him no resistance.

As Matthew panted and mewed, Krit unbuttoned, unzipped, and brushed the young American’s clothing aside and worked his mouth down the young man’s body until he reached Matthew’s cock and balls and nether entrance, which Krit worked with his mouth and fingers until Matthew was babbling and begging for the cock. Krit teased the young man’s legs apart and positioned them spread and bent, with Matthew’s feet on the cushions. A cushion went under Matthew’s lower back to raise his pelvis, and Krit moved over the young American, entered and entered and entered him with a long, thin cock, and fucked him to heaven.

When Krit was finished for the first time, he lay beside Matthew while Intorn came forward with a bubble pipe and drugs, whether hashish or opium was not made clear, but the Thai-Chinese professor and the American drama student shared the pipe until Matthew, unused to the practice, lay there, open and vulnerable and purring, his eyes glazing over. Krit rolled over on top of him and fucked him again. Later he carried Matthew to the bed in the guest room assigned to the young man. Intorn no longer was there, and Matthew had very little idea that he was there either.

Krit untied Matthew’s wrists, but produced three other red silk scarves and spread-eagled and tied off the young man’s extremities to purpose-made hooks in the intricate carving of the four-poster bed so that Matthew’s arms were raised and spread above his head, and his legs were raised and spread and tied off high on the posts at the corners of the foot of the bed.

Krit brought out a thick green jade phallus with raised black veining, the glans of which was oversized; a green jade bowl; and a flask of scented oil. He poured oil in the bowl, thickly oiled the phallus and Matthew’s channel, and spent nearly an hour playing “hide the phallus” in Matthew’s passage as the drugged young man moaned and groaned and cried out in pain-passion without fully understanding what was happening to him. When Krit was fully erect and aroused, he extracted the phallus, crouched over the young man, and fucked him again.

Krit left the bed, Matthew exhausted and still bound spread-eagled on the bed and panting softly, but the man returned immediately. He brought a small ring box with him. When he opened it, it revealed not ring, but a yin-yang patterned earing, like the one Intorn and Amphon wore. He inserted this in Matthew’s right earlobe and, with that gesture, Matthew became marked as another one of Krit’s sex slaves. Krit slipped the bonds off Matthew before joining Intorn in the corridor outside the guest room and padding toward his own bed chamber with an arm around the young Thai drama student.

Later, Matthew woke sore and groggy. He knew he’d been taken several times by Krit, but that was fine with him. He just wished he could remember the particulars of what they had done. He knew Krit was into kinky sex, and Matthew was game for some of that, but he wanted to know what it was and to have some control over whether he went with it. The man had nearly fisted him in Bangkok, and Matthew was both interested and afraid of that. He felt he’d been stretched this evening, but he didn’t think he’d been fisted. He didn’t know if he’d ever want to go that far or even if he could manage it.

He reached up and touched the earing in his right ear. Whatever else he had to think about, he now knew he was slaved to Krit—and to whatever Krit desired of him sexually.

He struggled out of bed, having the urge to piss, but, in the darkness, he headed in the wrong direction. He hadn’t been to the guest room until Krit had carried him there, an event that Matthew only half remembered, although it had aroused him to be carried to bed—and even to be bound, which he sort of remembered too. And then Krit had been huge inside him. He’d remembered Krit as long, but not necessarily as thick. Matthew half remembered being stretched wide though.

He stumbled into the corridor and down the passage, not realizing that if he’d gone in another direction from his bed, he would have discovered that there was a bathroom en suite with the guest bedroom.

Somehow he made it to outside the door to the master bedroom suite. Three figures were writhing on the bed as picked out by the moonlight streaming into the wall-less pavilion, where the drapes were fastened open on the teak columns. Both the chauffeur Amphon and Intorn, naked, were spread-eagled on the bed, face down, with Intorn lying on top of Amphon. They were tied off to the four corner posts of the bed. Krit was on top of them, riding them both, moving his cock from penetrating one to the other. As Matthew watched, Krit rolled off of them to the side, crouching next to them. He greased up both of his hands with oil from a green jade bowl.

Matthew gasped, as Krit started working his hands into the passages of the two, writhing, small Thai young men, one hand into Amphon and the other into Intorn. The American watched in both horror and fascination, as Krit’s knuckles breached the rims of both youths and he went in to the wrist and fist fucked both of them at the same time. Matthew finally managed to pull his head around and lurch over to the railing of the wooden walkway outside Krit’s bedroom door. He only then became aware that he had gone on the nighttime journey because he had to piss. He also fully realized for the first time that he was naked. It was dark, he was on a balcony walkway, with lush, exotic foliage below him. He took his cock in hand and pissed out over the balcony railing. Then he struggled back to his room and his bed, collapsed there, and zonked off into sleep.

The next morning he’d remember snatches of what had happened that evening but it was all a whirl in his head and he wasn’t able to put it all together in a coherent, believable chronology. He touched the earing in his ear, though, and quite clearly knew what that meant.

* * * *

Matthew was going through an inventory of his body the next morning, determining where the pains would be when he rolled out of bed and trying to make sense of why some of the pains and aches even were there, including the slight pounding in his head, from the effects of drugs he wasn’t used to taking, when Krit came into the room. The man was naked, and he climbed into bed, pulled Matthew back into a reclining position on the bed, stretched out beside him, and drew the young man into an embrace, with a familiarity that told Matthew that whatever stress his body had been put in the previous night had been administered by Krit.

Krit wrapped a hand around Matthew’s cock and stroked the young man into a pant, Matthew opening his stance ready and willing to receive Krit’s attention, but Krit was just making a point of control. He stopped working Matthew and sat up on the side of the bed. “You need to start thinking about getting up,” he said. “We need to be at the university for today’s program by 10:00 a.m.”

“What time is it now?” Matthew asked.

“A little after 8:00. I’ve already called New York to start the arrangements.”

“The arrangements?”

“Yes, if you are agreeable and if you wish to continue to be enlightened by me in the art of Kama Sutra copulation.”

“Kama Sutra what?” Matthew asked.

“Copulation. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Yes, fucking.”

“Fucking, but Kama Sutra style—artfully, exotically. As we have been doing. Don’t you think we’ve been fucking exotically?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that really why you came to Chiang Mai—for the sex I can give you more than to attend a drama festival?”

“Yes,” Matthew answered honestly, only now acknowledging to himself how true that was. The man fucked like a god and he had some of the most interesting and demanding positions and practices. Matthew had a lot to learn from him. “What arrangements are you talking about, though?”

“You made quite an impression on the drama students yesterday. Many of them said they wished you could stay around longer. I agree. I’ve called the drama department at Columbia this morning and talked with your faculty adviser and the head of the department. If you telegram your agreement to them, you can stay here for a semester, earn credits, have your tuition covered, and receive a stipend as well. Of course, you would have to live with me, here in the house, eat at my table, and satisfy my desires, and learn new ways to take a man’s cock—not that I discussed that with your faculty advisers.”

“That sounds like the best part,” Matthew said, and not just to flatter the man. It did sound good, but so did the semester of study here and the opportunity to look at American drama from a totally foreign perspective.

“Do you have possessions in Bangkok—at Mr. Blackmore’s house or the movie studio offices—that you need to have gathered up and sent here?”

“No. Mr. Blackmore and Brad need to be told I’m staying on here rather than returning to the States, but I have nothing there that needs to be sent here.”

“So, should we stop at the telegraph office before driving to the school?” Krit asked. His hands were moving on Matthew’s body, putting the young man in heat again, showing Matthew he could make Matthew receptive whenever he wanted.

“Do we have time?” Matthew asked, breathlessly, wishing there was time for sex before they went.

“Time waits for me,” Krit said. “It’s my festival and my department. There is time for whatever we want to do before we go.”

And there was time. Krit fucked Matthew in what he said was a Kama Sutra copulation position—Matthew’s shoulders and the back of his head pressed into the floor at the foot of the bed, his torso rising up to where Krit crouched over him, steadying his buttocks on the foot of the bed, and the young man’s legs being stretched out from his body in the grip of Krit’s hands, while the Thai-Chinese glorious tormentor fucked down into Matthew’s passage.

Intorn was at the breakfast table when Krit and Matthew appeared and Amphon was serving up dishes. No one mentioned what had transpired either in the dining room or the bedrooms the previous night. It was as if the exotic sex was separated off from the rest of Chiang Mai life.

Matthew knew that both of them saw that he was wearing the “slaved to Krit” earing, but neither said anything about that. He sensed there was a change in both of them, though, like they weren’t reacting to him as a guest but rather more like another submissive Krit owned—one of them.

When they drove to the university, stopping off at the telegraph office en route, Amphon and Intorn sat in the front seat of the Mercedes and Krit and Matthew were in back. Matthew’s attention once more went to the identical BDSM symbol silver and black enamel disks in the right ears of the two young Thai men. He reached up and touched the identical one in his ear and felt a kinship with the other two young men.

In that vein, unbeknownst to Matthew, while he was sending a telegram to New York delaying his return to Columbia for a semester, Krit was sending a telegram to Bangkok, informing the Blackmores that Matthew was returning directly to New York from Chiang Mai and would not be returning to Bangkok to link up with his fellow drama students to fly home. He did not broach with those at Columbia an arrangement for Matthew to remain in Thailand for any extra time.

* * * *

Krit Thanawat was demonstrating a position of the technique he termed Kama Sutra copulation on Matthew Morris on Krit’s bed. They were sitting on the bed, facing each other, both of them naked except for the soft-leather black gloves Krit was wearing. The legs of each of them were wrapped around the lower backs of the other, Matthew settled on Krit’s thighs. Krit’s long, snake-like cock was fully sheathed in Matthew’s passage. His gloved hands were gripping, squeezing, separating the young man’s butt cheeks and pulling and releasing. Matthew was getting the deepest and thickest fuck of his life, because Krit was wearing a cock extender cage, with an oversized glans at the tip and silver nobs along the leather sides. Matthew’s torso was arched back, with Krit’s face buried in his chest, the older man’s mouth and tongue working Matthew’s nipples. Matthew’s fingernails gripped Krit’s biceps, digging in and releasing to the rhythm of the fuck. The caged cock was gliding from deep to deeper in a slow, sensual fuck.

Earlier, they had had another good day at the Chiang Mai University one-act drama festival. The Thai students had shown delight that Matthew might be joining them for a semester as a student and professor’s aide. Krit and Matthew had had a quiet, candlelit dinner alone in which the young American was fawned over and fondled, embraced and kiss, and, as the dessert plates were taken away, laid along the cushions being used for seating at the low teak table. Intorn came out only long enough to deliver two bubble pipes, attached brown opium balls to them, Matthew’s stronger than Krit’s, and light them up.

Krit had a waterpipe at his disposal, but he only occasionally took a drag on it. He coaxed Matthew to take deep drags on his, though. As Matthew smoked and was transported to a floating world of dreamy confusion and heightened sensations, Krit ran his gloved hands all over the young man’s body. Matthew lay on his back, fully open, legs spread and arms extended, as the gloved hands glided over every inch of him.

While they had been eating before, the thick green jade phallus, with raised black veining, that Krit had opened Matthew up with the previous evening, along with the green jade bowl and flask of scented oil, had sat on the dinner table, facing Matthew’s place setting. Throughout the meal, it had been there in front of Matthew, reminding the young man what was to come.

Now, as Matthew lay there, fully open, totally docile to Krit’s touch, a red silk scarf was pulled out from under one of the cushions and Krit bound Matthew’s wrists together over his head. Krit poured oil into the green jade bowl and lathered up the phallus and his gloves. He ran his gloved hands up Matthew’s inner thighs, coaxing the young man, his eyes glazing over now, to spread them and lift his tail up, leveraged by the balls of his feet. Matthew accommodated him. The gloved hands became intimate and concentrated on working the young man’s cock and balls. The gloved fingers then flicked the rim of his passage and darted in and out.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Matthew murmured. He cried out when the overlarge glans of the phallus was pressed inside him, but it was a weak, dreamy exclamation, and he settled right down as the knobby, thick shaft of the phallus pushed in, opening him up. Krit knelt by the cushions, legs bent underneath him, sitting on his heels, as he pulled Matthew’s pelvis over onto his thighs. The young man’s drug-induced semicomitose body reclined onto the cushions, his bound arms raised over his head. Wrapping one arm around the young man’s back to hold him steady, Krit worked Matthew’s entrance with an oiled, gloved hand, working one finger in and then two.

Matthew was murmuring, “Yes, yes, put it in me. Take me,” as the two fingers became three and then four, up to the knuckles. The young man probably was thinking of Krit’s cock, not his fist. But Krit was working Matthew with his fist. Mellowed out and numbed as he was, Matthew had hardly felt the breaching of his sphincter with the heel of the hand and the sinking in to the wrist. He wasn’t fully aware that the man was working him with his hand. The entirety of the fist was inside. Matthew tensed, jerked, and came; tensed, jerked, and came again, his eyes closed, probably unaware he was being fisted.

Krit pulled his hand out, rolled over on top of the young man, penetrated him with a long, thin, but flexible even when hard cock, and fucked Matthew raw to his own release.

He let Matthew sober up a bit before carrying him into the bedroom pavilions and to his bed, where he began instructing the young man in positions of Kama Sutra copulation, with the session culminating in what Krit called the yoga mastery leg wrapped position, with the extender cage in deep and thick.

When they’d both come in this position, Intorn reappeared, bringing the bubble pipes in. Krit and Matthew stretched out on the bed beside each other, each with a pipe beside him. This time they both smoked, although, once again, Matthew’s opium ball was stronger than Krit’s was.

Krit fisted Matthew again, this time the young man aware what was happening, putting Matthew in the position where he could watch Krit’s fist buried up to the wrist. The young man struggled weakly against it at first, thinking this was the first time he’d been taken this way. But he finally gave in and lay there and whimpered as, penetrating higher than his wrist, Krit worked the yielding young man with the fist.

Intorn left the room when Matthew produced a weak ejaculation and Krit pulled his hand out. Krit was working with some metal instruments over on a nearby bureau when Matthew drifted off into a smoke-filled haze.

When Matthew woke it was day again and he was in his own bed. As the previous morning, he was sore all over, especially in his passage. Despite having been drugged the previous evening, he hadn’t zoned out before knowing that Krit had used the big-headed green jade phallus on him. That explained the stretched passage, he reasoned. But now, as he was doing an inventory of his body, he realized that the passage wasn’t where the sharp pain was. That pain was at his left ear. He put his hand up to his left nipple and winced at the flash of hurt. Then he felt it.

“What the hell?” he said. He jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, where there was a mirror over the basin. There was a pierced earring in his left nipple—a silver and black enamel BDSM symbol disk, the same as the one in his right earlobe.

* * * *

Krit, dressed in the sartorial splendor that marked his dominant life in the Chiang Mai University drama department, was standing in Matthew’s bedroom when Matthew returned from the bathroom. “We leave for the university in forty-five minutes,” he said in a calm, somewhat cold voice, making no reference to the two nights previously in which he had ravished Matthew’s body with increasing extreme fetish. “You have just enough time to dress and catch some breakfast. I wish you to read from one of the Frost plays this morning.”

“What is this? Why was this done?” Matthew said, touching his now-pierced left nipple to bring Krit’s attention to the BDSM symbol disk. “I wasn’t asked if I wanted my ear pierced or this. What else do you—”

Krit reached over and slapped Matthew hard across the face. “You belong to me know. I’ll mark you how and where I wish.” Then he stepped back and gave the young man a smile as if the slap had never happed. “It was time for that,” Krit continued. “I’ve received a response back from Columbia College. Your semester sabbatical at Chiang Mai University, with me as your faculty adviser, has been approved. They do not expect you to return to New York until late in January. We have plenty of time before then for you to become fully versed in Kama Sutra copulation. There are so many more levels of fetish pleasure and service for you to reach. We have sufficient time to go through the phases.”

“This is the same symbol on the earrings Intorn and Amphon wear,” Matthew challenged. “I recognize this symbol. This is for sexual BDSM.”

“Yes, it is, and Intorn and Amphon are moving up the levels to Kama Sutra copulation nirvana. You shall too.”

“I’ve seen what you do to them. You are their master and they are your slaves. That’s not what I have agreed to—not what I want.”

Krit reached over and slapped Matthew twice, sending the young man to his knees. Standing over him Krit said, “Enough. Say it before I let you rise again. Say that I am your master.”

“You are my master,” Matthew said, his voice trembling.

“You are my sex slave. Say it.”

“I am your sex slave.”

“Good. Now, no more arguing.” Krit pull Matthew up to his feet. “For every practical purpose you are my slave in all aspects and I am your master for the next five months,” Krit answered, his voice hard edged. “We will see how you feel about it in January. In the meantime we have work to do. Get dressed and eat some breakfast.”

“I’m not going.”

“You do have that option,” Krit answered with a sneery smile. “You can stay here today and contemplate tonight. Tonight we move to a new level—and without the opium that has smoothed your way for the last two nights. Tonight you feel the pain and passion. Passion cannot be fully appreciated without going through pain to get to it. It’s your choice whether you experience it after a day of sitting around here and contemplating my making you come for me with my flexing fist in your gut or if you spend the day furthering your education and that of your fellow drama students. It will always be your choice what you do by day and mine what you do by night. Choose wisely. The car leaves at 9:45.”

With that, the Thai-Chinese master turned and left the room. After a minute, Matthew released a sob and reached for his clothes. His hands were trembling and not just in fear of the night. They were trembling involuntarily on glorious sexual experiences of the night, as well. The fingers of his right hand went to touch the piercing in his left nipple.

* * * *

Krit, naked save for soft-leather black gloves on his hands and in a drug-enhanced erection that he had maintained for the last two hours of green jade phallus opening and yoga-position sex with Matthew, Intorn, and Amphon and would maintain for the next two hours of taking Matthew to a new level in Kama Sutra copulation, entered a pavilion in his Chiang Mai house compound that Matthew hadn’t seen before. The sides of the pavilion were open to the night sky. Candles flickered in various positions about the pavilion. The only furniture in the pavilion was a heavily carved wood altar table in the center.

Two middle-aged, slightly corpulent men, one Thai-Chinese, the other Lao, stood in the shadows at separate corners of the pavilion, each only in a loincloth, each having paid through the Chiang Mai male brothel, Yù Fǎ Lè Sī Gōng, Jade Phallus Palace, to watch, and, later, to obtain their own pleasure.

Krit carried a purring, naked Matthew over his shoulder, the young man’s torso hanging down Krit’s back, his wrists bound together by a red silk scarf, and his legs dangling in front, his ankles bound also with red silk. The sex had been good. Any time Krit wanted to demonstrate these yoga sex positions with Matthew was just fine with Matthew. The master’s cock had been ever hard and had caressed and made love to Matthew deep in his soft inner core, making him come repeatedly. If moving up the levels of Kama Sutra copulation was all like this, it would be a pleasurable five months.

But Kama Sutra copulation wasn’t going to be all like this, and it wasn’t just Krit Thanawat and his magic cock that were going to be involved. Krit was going to make Matthew’s semester with him pay dividends.

Krit gently laid Matthew on his back on the carved wood altar and leaned over and kissed the young man deeply on the mouth. Matthew opened his mouth to the man’s tongue. Krit moved Matthew’s body down to where the young man’s head fell over the end of the altar, and the master’s tongue was replaced by his cock, which probed Matthew’s mouth cavity and down into his throat and the man master stroked the slave’s throat to coax more of the shaft into the young man’s throat. Matthew gagged but he took a good portion of the shaft.

The cock came out and Matthew was turned onto his belly. A wedge of wood under his stomach inclined his pelvis up. The bindings came off, only to be replaced by others, his wrists bound to the altar legs on either flank on the side of the altar his head was turned to and his ankles to the altar legs on either flank of the opposite side of the altar.

Matthew was neither gagged nor drugged. Everything he was to experience on this altar moved from his mellow condition of having been well and long fucked to pain and terror and, finally, sobbing surrender.

The green jade bowl of scented oil came up from a shelf below the altar and Krit lathered his gloved hands and Matthew’s already well-open passage with the oil. Matthew panted and whined and begged as Krit worked his channel with his fingers, up to the knuckles and then the fingers of both hands. The young man writhed and cried out in pain and passion as the knuckles of one hand breached his sphincter muscle and sank in to the wrist. Matthew blubbered and screamed in decreasing volume, sinking into heavy panting and moaning, as Krit’s fist flexed and opened and closed inside the young man’s channel. The hand sank further.

Matthew cried out in aroused passion as, having already been well opened before he was brought to the altar, he accommodated to the first and Krit began stroking Matthew’s prostate with his fingertips, taking the young man to new heights of sexual arousal and sensitivity. Krit punched the buried fist in a ever-more-rapid motion, fucking Matthew with his arm. Matthew rocked with the hand fuck, moaning and groaning. He tensed and jerked and came. And came and came in a long flow pouring out into a depression carved into the top of the altar.

The young man’s eyes were glazed over, his mouth was slack, and he was murmuring nonsense and moaning low when Krit climbed on top of him on the altar, mounted his ass, penetrated him deep, and began to pump.

After the master had finished with the slave and glided out of the pavilion, the two watchers from the corners slid forward, unbound the young man, and, between them, carried him over to a couch on a wooden raised terrace outside of the pavilion. Matthew, completely exhausted and cowed, gave them no opposition as one heavy figure lay on his back on the couch and, with the help of the other one, positioned Matthew on his hard cock, above him and facing his legs. The other man straddled the first man’s legs and, holding Matthew’s head between his hands, brought the young man’s mouth down and onto his cock. The first man gripped Matthew’s waist and raised and lower the young man’s pelvis on his shaft.

After several minutes of this, the first man wrapped his arms around Matthew’s chest, pulling the young blond’s shoulder blades down onto his chest. The second man moved up the first man’s thighs, pushed his cock in above that of the first man into Matthew’s passage, and the two double fucked the exhausted young man. The first man took Matthew’s nipple stud into his mouth and sucked on the BDSM symbol disk while he fucked the young man.

It wasn’t that taxing for Matthew. He’d been well-opened and stretched already. He was well beyond struggling against two men taking their pleasure inside him at once. Krit had already told him that there would be more and more of this to come over the next five months. They had paid Krit well for the experience.

The two almost simultaneously flooded Matthew’s passage with their cum, as he moaned and received their homage.

* * * *

They were in a private “special” room at the Jade Phallus Palace two weeks later. As a small, handsome, blond, blue-eyed Westerner, Matthew was in high demand. He was in even more demand considering the list of sexual acts Krit Thanawat provided that Matthew could be used in and that Krit took a commission from.

Matthew was kneeling on a padded bench with his back to a frame with stocks. His chest was arched back, his head and wrists imprisoned in the openings in the stocks of the apparatus. His head was arched back and one burly patron was face fucking the young man with his cock. Another patron was kneeling on the floor in front of Matthew’s bent-back body, sucking on the young man’s ball sac and fingering Matthew’s hole. The young man was moaning, but he was taking it. It was no more taxing than Krit would do when he came by after a day at the Chiang Mai University drama department to pick Matthew up and take him home for more sessions of moving up the Kama Sutra copulation levels.

The man sucking Matthew’s ball sac withdrew, rose up on his feet, gripped Matthew’s thighs, and raised them. He raised Matthew’s hips to the level of his own pelvis, thrust up inside Matthew’s hole, and began pumping him. With his cock still in Matthew’s throat, the other patron leaned over the stocks, ran his hands over the young man’s pecs, and tweaked Matthew’s nipples with his fingers, paying particular attention to the nipple stud.

At some point the two patrons exchanged positions. When they’d both come and had been satisfied, they withdrew and left the room, leaving it to the brothel attendants to free Matthew from the stocks, help him to the en suite bathroom to shower and make himself presentable again, and then help him to the couch in the room to lie on his back.

“Poet kha khong khun. Chait opai ming ai yai,” one of the attendants said, and then, when Matthew gave him a blank look, another attendant translated.

“Mong said to open your legs to prepare yourself. The next man has a huge cock.”

“The next man?” Matthew moaned. They were coming too close together for him. His sin was being a handsome blond American and being capable now of taking a quick succession of dicks. With a sigh of resignation, though, Matthew lay on his back; spread and bent his legs, placing his feet flat on the surface of the couch; and placed a pillow under his lower back to raise his pelvis and give this huge dick he had been told was coming an angle of approach he could be open enough to take.

When the patron strode into the room, already naked, with an attendant beside him carrying his folded clothes, Matthew gasped. The man indeed was horse hung—one of the largest cocks Matthew had ever seen and he was in proud erection. The man himself was huge, muscular and built like a god. And he was black.

“Major,” Matthew started to form on his lips in surprise, but the American JUSMAG major, Mike LeBeau, lifted a finger to his lips to silence the young man and Matthew managed to stifle his exclamation of surprise.

The Major strode over to couch, went down on his knees between Matthew’s spread thighs, and positioned his cock head at Matthew’s hole. His mouth went to Matthew’s right ear, and he acted like he was nibbling on the BDSM symbol earring.

“Sorry,” The Major murmured, “but we have to be convincing about this. Samui will signal when it’s safe for us to get out of here. He has a jeep waiting outside.”

“Samui? Get out of here?” Matthew murmured in confusion. He didn’t mind the other part, though. His hands went down to grip The Major’s massive cock and he rubbed the huge purple head against the rim of his hole, feeling himself hungrily expanding to take the cock—wanting it. Matthew gasped, arched his back, and groaned as the cock entered him. He grasped The Major’s biceps and turned his face to the side, yawning at the filling of the cock, and they didn’t speak for a few minutes as The Major slow pumped him.

The Major held on the pumping and whispered in Matthew’s ear, “When Brad Blackmore got back to New York, he was suspicious about your not returning and contacted his father. Blackmore is a friend of Krit Thanawat’s, but he knows of the man’s proclivities as well. He notified me. Samui Tamruang is in the Royal Thai Air Force and has access to planes. There’s a Royal Thai air base up here. He and I flew in. We’ll take you to the Bachelor Officer’s Quarters at the base. Krit won’t think to look for you. Tomorrow we’ll fly you back to Bangkok and then you can fly home—if you want to. All we ask . . .”

“Yes, yes. I want to go home. But tomorrow? Not tonight back to Bangkok?”

“Samui wants something from you for the trouble. I wouldn’t mind it too. I’m going to fuck you well now to serve the escape plan, and I want more later, but . . .”

“But what?”

“Tonight. We know Krit has been training you. Tonight Samui wants to double you with me. I’m sorry, but . . .”

“Yes, yes,” Matthew moaned. “And now, now. Finish me now.”

And The Major did, plunging up into Matthew’s channel, going directly into the young man’s soft core, and caressing, punishing, plundering, ravishing him there, as Matthew wrapped his legs around the black bull’s plump buttocks, dug his fingernails into The Major’s beefy shoulder blades, and rocked with the fuck, joining the rhythm of the deep, thick taking.

When the attendants came back into the room, they found it empty—except for two silver and black enamel disks lying in the center of a cum slick on the couch.

END

“What a difference a day makes,” Princess/Timmy thought to himself, as he finally collapsed on the queen-sized bed in his childhood bedroom. 

He wasn’t exactly physically exhausted, in fact, he felt pretty keyed up, all things considered.

The night before had been a roller coaster ride of mitigating circumstances.  All of which had, in rapid succession, played out like some sort of danse macabre.

It had begun, oddly enough, with him enumerating and commiserating his frustrations with solving the dilemma charged to him by the goddess Aphrodite, with Max Donnelly.

He had reached the end of his patience and his wits with Mr. Hunky McHottie as well as any hope of securing and reuniting his Gamma with his twin brother Alton, who, up till late last night, was still bound, as a Gamma enforcer, to said Hunky McHottie.

Max had said to leave it in his hands and Princess had almost all but forgotten about it because of the surprising and equally confusing and troubling events following Matt McCormick’s ceremony the previous evening.

They had spent hours afterward when Matt practically shot up from his prone position on the make-shift dais they had concocted for the event, and immediately threw his arms around Baxter Whitmore and began profusely thanking him for saving his life.

During the ceremony, and indeed almost from the start, they could all sense that something wasn’t quite right.

Those uneasy feelings became even more exasperated when Baxter suddenly clutched Matt’s left hand in both his own and the silver ring around his iris’s flashed a brilliant silvery hue as he stared blankly into the distance as if seeing something, that was invisible to all others, but himself.

As unsettling as that had been, it was the pheromonal stench of primal fear that radiated off Matt, that troubled them the most, with Danal being so concerned that he suggested they try removing the glowing medallion from Matt’s chest.

It was Billy who had stopped them from doing it, demanding they all step back as he climbed the steps of the Reliquary and positioned himself behind Baxter, closed his eyes, and placed both his hands on either side of Baxter’s shoulders.

To everyone present, it seemed that the pair were somehow conjoined in some sort of metaphysical communion that allowed them to bolster and strengthen the bond between them.

In essence, to Princess, it appeared as if Baxter was siphoning or absorbing unseen energies from Billy and pouring them into Matt, with Baxter acting as a tempering conduit between them.

It wasn’t until later, after Matt’s reawakening and after he had time to gather and compose his thoughts, they learned that Baxter had actually mentally breached the void between this dimension and the one where Olympus existed and touched Matt’s mind with his own and had somehow been able to focus the combined life force energy he gathered between him and Billy and focused it into a weapon he could discharge through Matt’s hand, against the entity known as Ares.

At least, this was the story they presented, though Princess was certain there was more to it than either Billy or Baxter were currently revealing.

For quite some time, Princess, Jason, and Billy had discovered they could communicate, with some degree of concentration, mentally between each other, so it came as no surprise that Billy and Baxter shared such a bond.  But it was an altogether separate matter that Baxter had been able to mentally piggyback from our dimension to the one containing Olympus mentally through his physical contact with Matt.

Aphrodite had told him, in no uncertain terms, that those of the Heritage could not physically cross between this realm and theirs, that it would kill anyone of the Heritage who tried.

Princess didn’t voice those concerns during their meeting afterward, but it didn’t stop him from formulating his own observations; the key component being, that technically, Baxter didn’t physically cross the realms, Matt had described it as more of a mutual possession/cohabitation of his body.

Just that tiny bit of revelation spoke volumes to Princess, chief being, that the Heritage curse Aphrodite had placed upon them was a physical one, not a mental barrier.  It also revealed, what Princess hadn’t already concluded due to lack of evidence, that Olympus was indeed a physical realm, as real as their own, though governed by a separate set of physical and he suspected spiritual rules.

Both of these tidbits, were valuable pieces in the overall puzzle that was slowly taking shape in the back of his mind, leaving Princess convinced, more than ever, that he needed to solve the riddle of Gemini as quickly as possible.

Even Aphrodite’s reluctance in just speaking out exactly what it is that he was meant to do, now seemed to impart an ulterior motive for doing so.  Perhaps, he speculated to himself, there was some element of faith involved in all this.  Not so difficult a thought, since they were supposedly dealing with beings who existed on some higher plain than their own and had for untold ages ruled as god-like beings over mankind during the most formative years of their civilization.

Aphrodite had alluded to that finding, inferring that reuniting and joining with Gemini would bridge and prepare the way for him and those like him.

Perhaps what Aphrodite was literally telling him, was that joining with Gemini would open a pathway for him to cross from this world to the island she said she had prepared for him and his sister/brothers.

That would be great, but what yet remained hidden from Princess, was the reason why this was necessary, and how would this benefit those like him going into the future, that would be tantamount to saving all of mankind?  Not least of which, why did she need some homophobic bigot from rural Kansas to achieve this goal?

Clearly, there was a lot more he needed to figure out, but right now, he was unable to devote all his concentration to it, especially since there were two studly twins currently showering in his bathroom.

The thought of their two wet muscular bodies slipping and sliding against each other as they bathed together was distracting enough, but his very active libido envisioned them soaping each other’s muscular, taut flesh with their large callused hands, massaging frothy suds all over each other before rinsing it away with the watery spray of the shower nozzle cascading down their naked, muscle striated skin.

Princess had availed himself of Dalton’s ample physical attributes on more than one occasion and now that there were basically two of them, he saw no reason he shouldn’t double his pleasure, now that he had taken Alton as his own Pack gamma enforcer, rounding out Dalton’s gamma protector status, thus expanding his Pack, to the three of them.

The personal cost to himself for achieving this outcome, had been negotiated by Max Donnelly and not only served his own purposes but garnered Princess his desired goal, providing he accepted one, not-so-small caveat.  Princess had to agree to an engagement to become Paul Lakatos’s mate; or at least he thought that’s what it all meant, though he was still a bit sketchy on a few of the finer points of their agreement.

The deal had actually been rather simple, Paul would take Michael and Kent as part of his Pack in exchange for Alton, but only if Princess agreed to accept Paul as his mate, with the time and date of that happening, to be determined later.

His first thoughts, at the time, had been to reject the offer outright, but Aphrodite’s assurances that in acquiring Gemini, he would also find his future mate; coupled with the fact that Paul clicked every one of his personal turn on buttons, practically made the choice for him.  Besides, he didn’t agree to a specific timetable.  As far as he knew, they could be engaged for years, or at least until they got to know each other a little better.

As he lay there lounging, enjoying the muted sounds of water coming from the bathroom, Princess silently thanked himself for having the foresight to suggest to his parents that they take up temporary residency at his grandmother’s estate to prevent one of his greedy aunts from taking up squatter rights. That is until the fate of their ancestral home could legally be determined.

It wasn’t like Princess ever expected to meet the stipulations of his late grandmother’s will, which would entail him finding someone to make a baby with, let alone a boy, but he did receive a fair amount of devious pleasure dangling that potential carrot over his parents head.

Either way, it garnered him free reign over his childhood home in their absence. Of course, staying there also helped Dalton, now that his transfer to the Albany Marine base had been approved and the new school year had started.

Still, there was something about living at the compound that felt more like home to him than any other place, even though he still saw and hung out with pretty much the same people at both places.

Maybe it was the sense of freedom he felt there that enticed him the most, so much so that he had even considered asking Jason if it would be possible, once he graduated high school if he might be able to build his own modest cabin there for him to occupy whenever he was able to visit.  Not that sleeping under the stars or in a tent wasn’t fun, but the cool autumn nights and the looming threat of winter would greatly curtail whatever enjoyment he received from roughing it in the great outdoors.

 The sound of the shower shutting off, pulled Princess from his reverie, to focus his attention on the bathroom door as he now anxiously awaited the twin brothers to emerge. 

The burgeoning bulge in his tight, thigh-high shorts, an ardent testimony to the underlying intent behind his current actions.

It was one thing to think he was reuniting Gemini, in accordance with the goddesses decree, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit that there was a carnal side to his intentions this evening.

It had been quite a while since he had time to enjoy Dalton’s physical attributes and now he would be enjoying double that pleasure, if indeed they were identical in every way.

The last time they had coupled it had been Princess who did the fucking, but tonight, with two blond muscular giants to service him, his thoughts, as well as his hole, itched excitedly at an alternative prospect.

Dalton was the first to step from the bathroom, smiling instantly when he saw his Alpha sitting with that certain come hither look in his eye.  It helped that he was unabashedly naked and his big cock already began plumping up as he crossed over to him to stand by the side of the bed next to him.

Alton on the other hand, stood there silently standing in the door frame clutching a damp towel around his waist, head bowed, like some skittish virginal bride on her honeymoon.

Princess of course knew exactly how to handle this situation, as he leaned forward appraising him up and down with his eyes and otherwise enjoying his nearly flawless muscular body: “Lose the towel and haul your ass over here PDQ gamma.” Princess said, with just a hint of authority in his voice.

Hesitantly the nervous gamma did as instructed and quickly made his way to stand opposite his brother, on Princess’s other side.

Not one to stand too much on tradition and ceremony when dealing with those of the Heritage, Princess instead brought his hands up between their bodies and cupped their bloated balls in either and began gently squeezing and fondling them until he achieved his desired effect.  Two thick veiny thirteen-inch twin cocks bobbed and weaved in front of his face as Princess stared admiringly at them.

Soon, passion overrode reason and sensibility, as Princess leaned forward and alternately stuffed the glistening heads of their dicks into his hungry mouth until both of them were squirming in place as he suckled them into full rock-hard, pre-cum drooling erections.

It didn’t surprise Princess how quickly Alton adapted to the situation as he dropped to his knees between them and began taking turns stuffing the entire length of their beefy pricks down his throat and snaked his long tongue out to suave their balls until they practically dripped with his drooling spittle.

The gasp and groans steadily emanating from both of them, were like music to his ears, as he increased the pace of his manipulations before finally spitting them out for the final time and rose up between them to stare up into their glazed-over, lust-filled eyes.

He kissed Dalton first, slowly letting his tongue slip between his expectant lips, before pulling away and turning and moving up onto his tippy toes to reach Alton’s pouting lips.

Alton was hesitant at first and it wasn’t until Princess reached around a clutched the cheeks of his firm, round bubble butt and gave it a hard smack with one hand as the other probed the cleft between the twin orbs, that he relented.

With a gasp, Alton’s lips parted and Princess wiggled his wet tongue between them and filled Alton’s mouth, probing deeply as his lips sucked at the startled giants.

Feeling more than warmed up, Princess pushed the two aside and plopped back on the bed: “Undress me…slowly.” He cautioned, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of four large hands gingerly removing his clothing.

Once naked it was Dalton who lay beside him and began gently licking his nipple with the very tip of his tongue, followed by Alton, who proceeded to mirror every one of his brother’s actions as they jointly explored Princess’s body with their hands, lips, and tongues.

Princess had to admit, that for a novice, Alton seemed fairly adept and enthusiastic at taking instruction and soon, along with his twin brother, had Princess clutching the back of their heads as their tongues swirled around his own swollen genitals, eliciting numerous grunts and groans of approval to issue past his clenching teeth.

“Okay, that’s enough foreplay you two” Princess scolded playfully, reaching down between them and grasping their girthy cocks in both fists and tugging them toward him: “I’m in the mood to be spit roasted by two horny gammas, and if I don’t get that within the next thirty seconds, there’s gonna be hell to pay on the training field tomorrow!”

Dalton instantly sprang into action, moving toward the nightstand and whipping out a large bottle of water-based lube, squeezing out a long trail across the length of his swollen member before tossing the bottle to the side and motioning his brother to squat above Princess’s head as he clasped Princess’s ankles and hauled his legs into the air and placed the business end of his palpitating pecker against Princess’s quivering hole.

Within mere seconds, Dalton had orchestrated exactly what his Alpha had wanted and watched with satisfaction as his twin brother drove the full length of his cock balls deep into Princess’s mouth as he simultaneously slid the full length of his own prodigious phallus to the hilt in the human Alpha’s clutching gash.

Almost instantly, Princess was transported into that euphoric state he often achieved through rough, aggressive manhandling sex. 

Dalton had often proved he could dish it as well as take it when either mood struck his Alpha’s whim and Princess couldn’t help but note that Alton seemed to almost instinctively, intuitively pick up on his twin’s vibes as they both pummeled his holes with precision and purpose.

At one point, and barely missing a stroke, Dalton had grunted “Switch” and the pair shifted effortlessly and in near-perfect unison, drove their rock-hard pricks back into him.

It was during a second such switch, that the niggling of an idea formulated into coalescence in his otherwise sex-addled brain; appearing unbidden as if plucked out of some timeless void where it had remained hidden until the right moment presented itself.

In his mind’s eye, the image of both twins laying on either side of his body, with his legs raised and both of them driving their meaty cocks in tandem and occasionally, simultaneously into his upraised hole spurred him into action.

As if compelled to do so, and seemingly, not entirely of his own volition, Princess barked out the instructions to his gammas, who just as quickly took their positions and began trying to stuff both their big cocks into his already loosened anus.

It took some effort and several attempts, but soon, the duo was seesawing into him, and as the pressure began to build, Princess noticed a warmth began to funnel into his gut forming a glowing ball of radiant heat that pulsated throughout his body, from one central core point.

Princess lost himself in the sensation, his focus centering on the mounting energies building in his gut, until it nearly consumed every one of his passion-infused senses, which would later explain how he failed to detect the presence of a fourth person entering the room, until a snarling, lust infused growl permeated throughout, from the other side of his childhood sanctuary.

Through glazed, squinted eyes, Princess’s gaze traced the sound haphazardly back to its source, only to find Paul Lakatos filling the frame of his bedroom doorway.

Barely cognizant of his actions, subsumed by the burning passions that now drove his primal desires, Princess reached out to Paul, beckoning him into his arms in the hopes of completing the circuit that fused their vision together in an unbreakable tether of hunger, wants, passion and needs.  

For what appeared to be an interminable amount of time, Princes felt that Paul was resisting the alluring pull that subsumed them both, until a deep guttural growl began to rumble throughout the room, issuing from the deepest primal core of Paul’s being.

With a flash of brilliant blue, Paul’s iris’s lit up and his bestial utterance preceded the rending of his clothes, as he ripped them from his body in mere seconds as he closed the distance between them until he stared wantonly down into Princess’s eyes, naked as the day he was born.

Princess had never seen Paul so much as shirtless before, but couldn’t help but groan his approval at the towering muscular specimen glowering lustfully down at him.

Paul was every inch the Alpha he could have expected him to be, a quasi-resemblance caught somewhere between the mature austerity of Max Donnelly and the youthful vitality of Jason Griffen.

His blond golden hair was cut high and tight, shown like a halo backlit by the ceiling light directly above him, adding to the near-divine illusion of masculinity perfected beneath the striated tautness of his muscle-swollen skin.

Princess yearned to touch him, to draw him into his arms and be consumed by the totality of his passions, knowing full well, that such an action, the joining of their two bodies, would somehow complete them both, forever joining their two beings into an inexorable chorus of unity and endless potential.

With a grunt, Paul seized Princess’s ankles and spread his legs further apart, just as Dalton and Alton ceased their incessant thrust and instead now used their meaty phallus to pry his hole further apart until Princess felt like he would most assuredly be split in two.

Even in the foggy depths of his current mindset, fueled only by an insurmountable yearning to carnally seal the bond between them, that radiated from the very same grinding heat that continued to build in both size and scope from the central core of his being; for the first time, Princess let his gaze slip from Paul’s hungry, consuming eyes, down his heaving chest and broad shoulders, to finally take in the ribald, raw majesty of his swollen and fully engorged manhood.

Princess had noted many times the bulging mound of hidden flesh beneath Paul’s trousers and had imagined the potential size and scope of what he might find there, but the massive, gargantuan throbbing beast that protruded from his hairy groin, surpassed his wildest imaginings.

From pubic bush to glistening piss slit, it appeared as if a fully adult human male’s arm stuck up between his legs.

Thick as a Pringles can with a near-fist-sized glans crowning its glory.  All Princess could do was gulp and stare at it and marvel at its expansive dimensions.

In total it had to be at least sixteen inches in length and throbbed continuously like it had a mind and will all its own.

Spellbound, all Princess could do was whimper as Paul lowered himself on top of him, as the massive blunt end of his schlong slid between the twins palpitating peckers, using them as a guide and wedge to the entrance of his already overstuffed hole.

Paul’s lips barely brushed against his own, as his head slipped to the side and his heated breath whispered gently against his ear: “Mine!”

Princess barely had time to register the word before Paul, in all his primal glory, drove the full length of his prodigious endowments, hilt deep into Princess’s fleshy sheath, juxtaposed by both Dalton’s and Alton’s own girthy members.

Instantly, the balled-up core of energy that had been building within him, began to spread out like uncoiling tentacles, slowly expanding throughout his central nervous system.

It was just a trickle at first, not nearly enough to push him over the edge, but sufficient enough in suppressing his consciousness and allowing the elemental forces caged within him to guide his next, instinctive action.

Princess turned his head and offered the growling beast nipping at his nape, the full vulnerability of his bare neck.

Paul pulled back slightly, his lips parting into a wide snarl, exposing the lengthening extrusion of his bestial fangs, before swooping downward and chomping into the exposed flesh of his throat.

Princess had heard, several times from others who had experienced a mating bite before, what to expect.  But nothing could have prepared him for the explosiveness he now encountered.

That trickling ball of energy slowly weaving its way throughout his body, now erupted, like the three cocks now exploding inside him simultaneously, unleashing torrent after torrent of white-hot heat inside him; and all Princess could do, allowed it to consume him and whisk him far and away into a sea of swirling bluish light…

Princess didn’t know how long he lay there basking in the afterglow of the moment, as well as enjoying the gentle, comforting breeze that washed over his naked skin, but it was the unmistakable sound of water breaking softly against a sandy shore that made him suddenly sit upright with a start and take stock of his current surroundings.

Princess shot to his feet and twirled around several times, trying desperately to make sense of his surprising change of venue.

He mentally retraced his steps leading up to the moment Paul bit into his neck… Princess’s hand shot up to his throat as his fingers adeptly traced the puffy outline of his recent mating bite.  It was still moist from Paul’s spittle and the slight, lingering sting of where his fangs penetrated, which reassured him that he hadn’t imagined that part at least, though he couldn’t exactly attest the same about his current predicament.

This was the Island, he was sure of it!  The very same island he had first appeared upon right before his meeting with the entity calling itself Aphrodite.

“Do you yet doubt what your senses tell you, daughter/son?” Princess heard from behind his shoulder, in the same lilting, sing-song voice he recognized as the Goddess’s own.

Princess twirled to face the entity, a broad smile bristling ear to ear, greeting him warmly.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked, adding quickly: “How is this possible without the medallion?”

The entity just shook their head and chortled whimsically: “That was the point of finding Gemini and reuniting them, like the brothers of old were, before Zeus and Ares’s devious plans poisoned the mind of one and caused his actions to split their line asunder.”

Before Princes could even posit his next question, Aphrodite pressed a finger to his lips silencing him: “One brother’s line has nearly conquered the world, imagine what might have been achieved had both survived?”

Princess/Timmy smiled knowingly, as a sudden realization struck him: “The Brothers united was your plan all along wasn’t it?”

The Goddess teetered on a giggle, batting their eyes mischievously: “Conquering the world was never our intention, we sought only to restore the balance that Zeus’s curse robbed from man, forever changing his fate if left undone.”

Not sure he fully grasped the meaning of the Goddess’s words, Princess pushed for clarity: “Zeus’s curse, how would the twins have broken it?”

It wasn’t like he understood the full nature of this curse that Aphrodite spoke of, but, he had noticed that direct questions seldom lead to direct answers where the entity was concerned.

“Do you not see?” Aphrodite queried a hint of annoyance in their voice: “They were thrice blessed, the blood in their veins being that of two gods and sanctified by Zeus himself. Separately they could sire  nations, but together, combined, they could restore the balance bereft their kin when Zeus bid Prometheus to yolk them out of fear for what man might yet achieve.”

“That being?” Princess asked cautiously, wishing more than anything that Gavin was here with him right now, he being far more knowledgeable about Greek mythology than anyone else he was close to, or trusted for that matter. But the question foremost in his thoughts begged asking “why would Zeus, the king of the gods, fear man?”

A cold smirk suffused Aphrodite’s face and the lilting tone of their voice shifted into one commanding attention: “Zeus foresaw man rising above the need for gods and feared his own, inevitable dissolution.”

A shiver ran down Princess’s spine with the cold starkness of Aphrodite’s words. But he also felt a twinge of sadness inherent in the less subtle meaning behind the Goddess’s chosen words.

Has Aphrodite grown weary of their own existence?

The question gave him pause to consider, but before he could frame his concerns into a question, Aphrodite grabbed his shoulders and squeezed lightly, announcing abruptly: “Our time is at an end, you must heed me and return to your mate, for I have fear, in his reckless frame of mind, he may expose his true nature to the local villagers where you dwell.”

“Omigawd, PAUL!?” Princess practically screamed aloud, what must he be thinking?  Princess pictured himself laying there on the bed, back in his old room, in what must appear to be a near vegetative state, and poor Paul desperately trying to rouse him.

Nearly panicking, Princess/Timmy entreated the entity: “Please send me back, Paul must be losing his mind right now not being able to wake me.” 

Aphrodite tilted their head questioningly: “Wake you?” 

To Princess’s consternation, Aphrodite began to chuckle: “This is not like our last visit, the curse of the metal did not draw your spirit to me, you are here in whole, transported of your own accord when the trinity of Gemini and your mate unlocked the potential I bestowed within you to traverse the divide between your world and this one, just as I foretold you.”

Princess’s eyes grew wide as saucers as he began groping himself as if it would verify the veracity of the Goddess’s words or make a lie of it, before boldly declaring: “I’m actually here!?”

Aphrodite just shrugged and stared blankly back at him.  As if any of this was the most natural thing in the world to be happening.

“How do I get back?” Princess pleaded as the true meaning of Aphrodite’s caution about Paul painted an entirely different scenario that must now be playing out back at his house.

In answer, Aphrodite knelt and scooped up a handful of sand and placed it in Princess’s: “Like the sifting sands pouring through your fingers back to the ground, clear your mind and let your essence drift back from whence it came.”

Doubtful but desperate, Princess closed his eyes and tried blocking out the island and its beach and sands and pictured himself back in his room, in the comfort of his bed.

At first, nothing seemed to be happening, just a slight knot building in his groin, but Princess focused his attention completely on that sensation and centered his thoughts on building the same energy he had felt before, but try as he might, without the aid of the twins dueling phallus’s, his will alone felt insufficient to the task. That is, until he felt the warm tingle on his neck where Paul’s mating mark was.

Princess shifted his focus, centering it wholly there and finding a slender golden ethereal thread that projected into the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

Almost instantly, it acted as a tether that spanned this plain of existence with the physical realm he was born to.

With his mental hands, Princess reached out and clutched it like a rope, thinking to haul himself from where he was now, back to where Paul and the twins were.  But the moment his mind joined with the link, his head nearly exploded with the deafening howls of his mate calling out to him.

Instantly, a bluish swirling pond split the void and drew him back along the golden tether as his own mind called out to Paul’s, seeking to calm his raging, bestial thoughts.

One word rang crystal clear back to him, suffused with concern, relief, and unbridled passion: “Mate!?”

Even before it had completely registered that he was back in his room, he felt Paul’s powerful arms surround him, squeezing him tightly, engulfing him completely, in a way he had never thought himself capable of before.

In that moment, measured only by the span of a few heartbeats, Princess felt the flood of his mates bond wash over him, filling him with a sense of such completeness, he wondered how he had ever existed without it, and through their mating bond, he poured the contents of his heart and soul, in equal measure, back to the man he would now and forever call his mate.

He didn’t know how many minutes had passed, as he yet clung to Paul’s embrace and the comforting warmth of his body against his own, but he gradually sensed the presence of the two large figures hanging back beyond the threshold of his bedroom doorway, silently standing vigil, their faces lit up with golden-eyed contentment and mirthful, almost juvenile smiles at the sight of the duo clinging to each other.

Paul broke the silence first as he pulled away slightly, staring into the sea of Princess’s bright blue eyes: “What happened to you, one moment you were here, in my arms receiving my mating mark, and the next…” Paul’s arms shot up in a dramatic arcing circle before returning to embrace him: “An poof, just like that, you were gone, vanished into thin air.”

 Princess smiled slightly, burying his face in Paul’s bare chest and deeply breathing in his deep musky scent: “Maybe we should go downstairs and make a pot of coffee, this is going to take some explaining.”

                                                                     * * * * *

“Just keep it cool, keep it casual,” Jason Griffen thought to himself as he pulled down the side road that lead directly to Jake and JD’s new home.

It was Saturday, and normally Jason would be knee-deep in the mounting bureaucracy and endless meetings that resulted from all the momentous changes they had been implementing back at the compound.

Not that it really bothered him, it was all part and parcel of his, Billy’s, and Princess’s overall plan.

Of course, what they were attempting came at a personal cost and his was the ceaseless parade of paperwork involved in the smooth operation of running any growing organization.  And that’s exactly what they had become, at least on paper anyway.

At least it wasn’t like he was alone in all this.  He had Max’s expertise and Brock’s endless talent for juggling and multitasking multiple things and situations at one time, at his beck and call.

Of course, there was also his beta Atticus, whose boundless energy and devotion to both him, his Pack, and their cause, made even the most mundane and repetitious of daily drudgery, tolerable.

Even now, with everything that was going on back at the compound, Atticus had been the very first to push him into taking this evening off for himself.  If anyone understood what this evening meant to him, it was his beta. 

Even before he left, Atticus had already taken charge of arranging transportation and accommodations for Barin and Chuck Myer’s return to Kansas, to negotiate the Hatcher kid’s visit to the compound.

Chuck was familiar with his family and felt that he was certain that wouldn’t be an issue.  The real problem was going to be getting James Hatcher himself to agree, though Chuck had ideas about that too.

Jason had been spared the details, not being sure he actually wanted to know considering the way Matt and Blake had described him.

Jason’s other concern was Danal, who, over the course of the last few weeks, since Hadrian departed, had grown more and more withdrawn, and at times downright contentious with all the changes undergoing; constantly questioning and urging them to slow their pace.

Carl had shone some illumination on Danal’s concerns, stating that his old mentor feared that word of what they were doing, void clarity of why they were doing it, could be taken or seen in the wrong way and could draw undue attention from those that might see it as a threat, either to their own territories or their authority.

His decision to reveal that he could fully shift had shaken things up quite a bit, and had given many pause in what to make of it, but Danal warned, that caution wouldn’t last long and after the initial buzz spread around from pack to pack, he feared other alphas might consider his mere existence a challenge and the fact he was building a large pack, like in the of days of old, could cause a backlash they could not easily afford and might have avoided or lessened if they were taking a more measured, timely approach.

But he, Billy, and Princess, forewarned by the goddess Aphrodite that their time was short, had made the choice to proceed like each day was their last chance to prepare for an uncertain future.

Max’s meeting with his Pentagon contact had affirmed their fears that something was going down with the various packs in Europe.  That someone or a group of someones was pulling the strings over there but had as yet shown their true face.  One thing was for sure however, who or whoever saw Billy Donnelly as a threat and come hell or high water, with or without Danal, the Council or anyone else support or approval, they were determined that what happened the night of Billy’s Heritage ceremony would never be repeated again. Surprise, chance, and a good deal of luck had seen them victorious that night, but truth be told, had they been properly prepared, it would have never happened in the first place.

Even now, they were working on a plan that would send a clear message, that any future incursions would meet with an equal response.

But tonight, those thoughts were being set aside.  Tonight was about building and repairing bridges, and as Jason pulled into JD and Jake’s driveway, he was determined to leave the outside world behind and allow himself to relax and see where the evening and fate, might take him.

                                                                      * * * * *

JD had just removed the three steaks from the fridge and was about to take them out to Jake, who was out on the back porch checking the potatoes and corn they had started earlier on the grill when he caught sight of Jason’s black SUV pull into their driveway. 

A twinge of nervous excitement mixed with a smidgen of trepidation, temporarily caused a slight elevation in his respiration as he hurriedly scuttled across the kitchen and out the back door to drop the steaks off to his husband: “Jason’s here.” he noted, trying to sound a little more casual about it than he actually felt.

A simple smile cracked Jake’s face, followed by a not-so-innocent wink: “Best not keep him waiting then…” Jake took the tray containing the steaks from JD’s hands and skewered one before plopping it on the hot grill surface: “We wouldn’t want our Alpha to think we’re being inhospitable now would we?”

Jake’s persistent inclusion of him in Jason’s pack was just one of the many endearing qualities JD loved about him, though, from JD’s perspective, nothing had ever been mentioned, let alone affirmed about his status as being someone married to a pack member.

Jake had dismissed his doubts when he pointed out what Brock and Atticus had gone through just so Brock, a human, could be considered eligible to read the Codex, but Jake had countered that not only was JD born of the Heritage, that marriage itself conferred, at least in part, a role within the pack hierarchy, citing his own mother as well as Baxter’s as proof, stating that they fell under pack protection as something that he referred to as an omega.

JD had looked the word up later online, noting that such a status did at least exist in wolf packs, but also noting that an omega classification was considered the lowest of all within a pack; usually consisting of the sick, the weak, and infirm or elderly.

At the time, when he read that, it had angered him slightly, since none of those things either described him or the women JD knew who had married someone of the Heritage.  Arliss’s mom sprang to mind.  There was nothing weak or infirm about that woman. Everyone that had the occasion to help gather or transport goods from the Gundarson farm could attest to that women’s fortitude.  Like her son and husband, the woman was a workhorse, as well as one hell of a pie maker, one of which sat on the counter and would serve as their dessert after dinner, which he procured by way of payment for helping Gavin and Arliss the day before, at the farm, after school, while Mrs. Gundarson babysat Jakson.

JD barely made it to the front door and opened it before Jason rose a hand to knock on it.

It was awkward at first, seeing him framed there in their doorway, dressed casually, but still managing to look stylishly handsome.  The stonewashed denim jeans and the dark maroon button-up long-sleeve shirt fitting him perfectly and showcasing his broad muscular shoulders were a perfect look for him.

“You cut your hair,” JD noted nervously, for lack of something better to say that wouldn’t sound as out of place as the sudden heat building in his groin as the sight of him did.

‘Yeah…” Jason answered demurely, a blush flushing his cheeks as he combed his fingers through his hair: “It was getting a little to bushy to manage properly” he concluded, cautiously taking a furtive glance into JD’s eyes, as if trying to gauge whether the new look met with his satisfaction.

It did. Though you’d never know that judging by his typical JD response.

“Get your ass in here…” JD retorted, stepping aside and clearing the way for Jason to do just that: “Ain’t nobody here got the energy to massage that massive ego, at least not until we get some chow down our necks first.”

Jason’s eyes lit up with merriment as he chuckled deeply, extending his arm as he did so: “Lead the way.” He suggested as JD just rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance, before pivoting and leading Jason out to the back deck, where he and Jake had already set their patio table up for their outdoor dining pleasure.

Jake had prepared a bevy of the usual cook-out cuisine… pasta salad, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, and of course the obligatory southern-style baked beans as well as the freshly grilled steaks cooked medium rare, and just now being pulled from the grill.

“What, no sweet tea?” Jason teased, as he sat down where JD indicated and plucked his paper napkin up, and unfolded it in his lap.

Jake reached over to a small cooler by the table and plucked out three ice-chilled beers and tossed one in Jason’s direction: “Compliments of Uncle Carl.”

It still befuddled Jason, that someone like Jake and many others that served their country and could be called upon at any minute to give up their lives in service to that country, at the delicate age of almost twenty, was still considered too young to buy a beer.

Jason popped the top and raised his can to the others, who did likewise: “To Uncle Carl and all the men like him, who see us for who we are, not what others would pretend us to be.” 

They all clicked their cans together and took a deep swig, before settling into their meal and a quiet late afternoon, early evening of stress-free fraternal camaraderie and familiar friendly banter.

Later, as a slightly cool, autumn chill compelled them indoors, and all the mess from their evening meal had been addressed and squared away, they gathered around on the floor between the sofa and the fireplace in the living room.

JD sat, casually leaning against Jake, as Jason sat directly across from them, just a couple of feet away.

Cradled in his right arm, Jake held Jakson as he finished bottle-feeding him his last meal of the evening before putting him down for the evening.

As they talked, JD couldn’t help but notice the side-eye glances Jason frequently shot Jakson’s way, when it suddenly dawned on him… 

“Would you like to hold him?”JD asked, turning slightly to scoop Jakson from Jake’s arms, before scooting over to Jason and carefully placing the gurgling infant in his arms.

Normally, with someone new, JD would automatically instruct them on how to correctly hold a baby that size, but Jason’s left hand gently scooped the back of Jakson’s head and neck as the rest of his arm formed a natural support for his tiny body.

To JD, it appeared as if Jason did so out of pure instinct and it gave him pause to consider if that might be a natural impulse any Alpha might have; that innate need to protect and provide.

Jakson, for his part, had stopped gurgling and blowing mucous bubbles, to stare directly up into Jason’s eyes.  It almost looked like he was studying him; determining whether this was someone he could trust or not.

“How’s if feel to hold the youngest member of your pack Alpha?” Jake asked, his eyes beaming with pride at the sight of his and JD’s son swaddled in the protective arms of his Alpha.

It was at that moment Jakson made a sound they hadn’t yet heard before. It was lower in register to his usual cooing or blubbering, but could almost be construed as a build-up to a good cry, yet the intense way he started up at Jason, didn’t convey he felt any distress. To JD, it looked almost like he was trying to communicate something to Jason.

Just to be sure, JD offered to take him back, but Jason just smiled and held his hand up to wave him off, a huge smile subsuming his face: “It’s okay, he’s just letting me know he’s an alpha too.”

That wasn’t news to either Jake or JD. JD’s dad, Max, had told them, the first day he held him, that their son was an Alpha.  What surprised them, was that they had never mentioned that to Jason or anyone else for that matter.

It was in that familial moment, as JD watched Jason and Jakson make faces back and forth at each other, that watching them do so, coupled with the way the light outlined Jason from behind, in the dimly lit room, that a sudden flush of arousal washed over him.

JD knew it for what it was, he had experienced it multiple times while watching his husband Jake and their son interact playfully. 

All that strength, barely contained beneath the surface of their skin, coupled with the gentle, playful demeanor and manner in which they interacted with his nearly helpless child, was a huge turn-on for JD, indicated by the sudden flush of his cheeks and the growing heat in his loins.

Jake had once told him when something similar to this moment transpired between them, that he found the scent of JD’s arousal during such times, an aphrodisiac he could hardly resist.

That unbidden thought no sooner ran through his head, when he suddenly realized that it was just as likely that both Jake and Jason could now sense his current physical state.

Something that Jason seemed to confirm a second later when he looked up at him with the same longing he had in his eyes that night back in his room when his mom had come with him for dinner.

That night had also been the last time they had any kind of real intimacy.

JD broke eye contact with Jason and looked back over his shoulder at his husband, who just smiled warmly back at him, before swooping in to take Jakson back from Jason: “It’s well past this little one’s bedtime.”

Jake rose with Jakson in his arms and skirted his way around the couch, before slowly padding his way back to Jakson’s nursery, leaving JD and Jason to stare after them as an awkward silence fell between them.

JD was about to say something, if for no other reason than to break the pall that had fallen over the room, but Jason abruptly stood up, his gaze uncomfortably avoiding his own: “I guess I should probably be heading out, it’s getting late.”

The hesitant stammer in his voice, though barely detectable, was a clear indication to JD that Jason was just trying to stave off either of them from doing or saying something that might spoil what had, up until that moment, been a pleasant evening.

It was a welcome change of pace from where they had been for the last couple of months, and it was clear Jason didn’t want to jeopardize what ground he had gained this night.

JD was searching for just the right words that would make Jason reconsider when he felt Jake reenter the room: “Sorry Alpha, no can do, you’ve had at least three or four beers tonight and we can’t have you getting behind the wheel of a car and just driving off.”

Jason just harrumphed and rolled his eyes dismissively: “I think I know my limit Jake, besides, my mom’s house ain’t that far away and I promise not to try and drive back to the compound tonight if that will ease your conscious.”

In answer, Jake just held out his hand: “Like I said Alpha, not happening. Hand ’em over!”

For a moment, the pair just stared at each other, as if gauging each other’s resolve, when Jason, with a shrug of his shoulders, reached into his jeans pocket and gingerly pulled out and laid his car keys in the palm of Jake’s hand. 

“Have it your way Gamma, you are the Pack Enforcer and what kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t at least try and set a good example.”Jason posited, a look of amused acceptance supplanting his facial expressions.

Having resolved to follow his Gamma’s instruction, Jason looked around and eyed the couch, and moved cautiously, as if to stake his claim.

“Why don’t I see if I can clear some stuff out of the spare bedroom so you don’t break your back on that old lumpy couch?” JD offered helpfully, thinking he was just following his husband’s cue.

As he crossed the room to make his way around Jake to head down the hallway that led to the spare room, Jake reached out and grabbed his arm with his free hand, halting him in his tracks.

“We could do that…” Jake said, as he casually tossed Jason’s car keys in his hand a couple of times before turning his head sideways to lock gazes with JD.

Jake winked cockily, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth and a mischievous look in his deep, golden amber-colored eyes: “Or maybe…”Jake said suggestively, imparting a quick glance in Jason’s way: “Maybe our Alpha would be more comfortable sharing our new king-sized bed and making this evening even more memorable than it already has?” 

Jake’s open-ended invitation sounded like more than a suggestion, but when he threw his arm around JD, completely ignoring the surprised look of astonishment on his face, and steered him toward their room herding him toward it, there was little doubt, in either his or Jason’s mind, he wasn’t settling for anything less than complete compliance.

JD leaned in and quietly whispered into Jake’s ear: “You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Donnelly.”

Jake didn’t even skip a beat in his response, squeezing JD’s shoulder playfully: “You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet Mr. Bauers…not by a long shot!”

Following yesterday’s amazing sex with Tyler, the cute college golf player, I had a hard time focusing at work. I stayed rock-hard the whole day and had to constantly readjust my cock in my khaki pants. I know inflation and the war in Ukraine are also important, but I feel like young graduates with big cocks having difficulties concealing their hardon in professional settings is a big problem that doesn’t get the media attention it deserves. How many times am I supposed to call my doctor for an erection lasting longer than twelve hours? There’s no way the flow of oxygen to my brain was adequate, given how much blood was being diverted by my hungry cock that just wouldn’t shut up all day.

But more importantly, I couldn’t get out of my head the picture of Tyler cumming handsfree three times while I was ravaging his virgin hole with my 7-incher. That boy wasted no time learning how to take a cock up his tight ass! In a weird way, I was quite envious of him. My first time bottoming in college, the cock I took was not nearly as big as mine, and I still struggled the whole time. The reason why I remember this is that I was the one who was supposed to fuck the other guy. But when he saw the size of my schlong, he claimed there was no way he could handle me, and I was forced to bottom for him if I didn’t want to get blue-balled. His cock was just average in size, but the pain when he stuffed it up my virgin hole was excruciating. I whimpered like a little bitch the whole time and my ass was sore for a week after that. I had to miss practice that week because I couldn’t run properly. I didn’t try bottoming again for a full year after that. The fact that Tyler had taken my thick cock, balls deep, without wincing beyond the initial entry was quite humbling.

He also managed to milk a double-orgasm out of me. Part of me couldn’t believe it even happened and how lucky I was to have experienced that incredible sensation. I replayed this moment in my head all day long and was leaking pints of precum because of that. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom a couple of times to sponge out my dickhead with toilet paper or my juice would have permeated through the fabric of both my boxer briefs and my pants. But part of me also felt ashamed that this little virgin had managed to make me cum first and then make me lose control to the point that I came a second time. I have a very clear hierarchy in my head: alphas are on top of the food chain, and virgins are at the bottom. And I’m the alpha! Alphas are supposed to be in control of the timing. Alphas are supposed to be the ones driving virgins to the point of no return and make them surrender control of their senses, not the other way around. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I caught my mind wandering several times during meetings. I had a hard time focusing on the legal case at hand and zoned out while replaying the movie of Tyler spraying his boy juice all over my beard and my hairy chest. The client’s legal counsel asked me a couple of times if I was OK. I had to fake some kind of headache to justify my absences. Luckily, she was a middle-aged overweight housewife who had been drooling all over my body the minute we first met on Monday morning. As soon as the partner flew out and left me on my own, I got into the habit of undoing the second button of my shirt to show off my hairy chest and rolling up my sleeves to show off my hairy forearms. My manly attributes were driving her wild, probably enough to reverse her menopause. I bet her underwear was just as wet as mine, while she was lusting over all the things I would do to her that her husband never did. If only she knew I most likely couldn’t!

The minute I got back to my hotel room after work, I jumped into the shower to rinse off all the dry precum in my pubes and my hairy thighs. I’d have to rub one off to tame down my eager cock or I’d be tenting all throughout dinner. My black boxer briefs were probably permanently ruined with big white stains that most likely wouldn’t come off in the wash.

I was still in the shower about to jerk off when I heard a knock on my front door. I grabbed a towel and went to open the door bare-chested. It was Tyler. He was wearing flip flops, shorts, and a tank top, which showcased his tatted left arm nicely. He was kind of surprised to see me half-naked with just a towel on, my hardon clearly visible under the towel.

‘I’m so sorry’ Tyler said, ‘Am I catching you at a bad time?’

‘Not at all’ I replied, ‘you’re catching me at a great time’.

I looked down the hallway to see if anybody was there and I opened my towel to show him my hard cock.

‘Is that what you’re after?’ I asked, with a grin on my face.

‘Fuck yeah!’ he replied.

I grabbed him by the waist, pulled him inside my room, dropped my towel off, and pinned him against the wall. I grabbed his head with both my hands and my tongue started attacking his mouth, while my rigid cock was pocking at his side. He was initially surprised by the brute force of the attack, but his tongue quickly fought back. It was on! We both knew where this was going.

‘Didn’t your coach ever tell you you’re supposed to refrain from sex before a big competition?’ I joked.

‘Don’t care’ he replied, with his killer smile that always makes me melt.

‘I couldn’t focus all day’ I admitted to him. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about last night’.

‘Me too. I want your monster cock back inside me’ he said, grabbing my schlong, which had started leaking precum again.

‘Oh yeah?’ I said, ‘Start by putting it in your mouth’.

I pressed on his shoulders and forced him down on his knees. He grabbed my cock with his right hand and put it in his mouth.

‘You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like my big cock in your mouth?’

‘Huuhhuuhhh’ he grumbled.

‘Then take it deep’ I said, as I grabbed the back of his head, pressed his head on my cock, and went on to face-fuck him. He began gagging not even halfway in. I released the pressure, letting him breathe a little, and pressed back a second time, a little bit deeper this time. He gagged again, but I maintained the pressure, until spit started dripping out of his mouth. I had gone easy on him yesterday to make his first time memorable. But now, it was time to crank things up on the pain/pleasure scale.

‘OK. Let me show you how it’s done properly’ I said, after releasing him. He was breathing heavily, and wiped the spit that was dripping along his stubble.

I got down on my knees, yanked down both his shorts and underwear in one go, and put his little throbbing dick in my mouth. The task was obviously much easier for me, since his pencil dick was both shorter and skinnier than mine. But I still didn’t want to flinch or gag in front of Tyler. I buried my nose in his pubes, his dickhead hitting the back of my throat. I grabbed his ass cheeks with both my hands and pressed my nose even deeper in his pubes. And I started shaking my nose from left to right.

‘Fuck yeah!’ he said.

Knowing how trigger-happy his inexperienced dick was, I knew there was a good chance I’d be getting a taste of his milkshake with little to no warning.  But I didn’t care. I wanted to make his first blow job unforgettable, and that could only involve him cumming in my mouth in the end.

While my nose was still buried in his pubes, I thought to myself it was probably uncommon that a young guy would first experience being fucked up the ass, and only experience getting blown later. But at 21, having lost his virginity only yesterday, Tyler had a lot of catching-up to do.

I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around his little dickhead, one hand fondling his balls while the finger of my other hand was poking at his hairy backdoor. I started pulling down on his balls, my thumb and index finger forming a ring between his nut sack and the rest of his body. I made sure the pull provided a little bit of pain, but not so much as to distract him from the pleasuring. Tyler was moaning the whole time, while his body was shivering. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.

‘Oh my God!’ Tyler screamed. ‘You’re gonna make me blow’.

And within seconds, I felt his boy juice gushing against the back of my throat and oozing down my stomach, while Tyler kept whimpering ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’.

One down! Time for the next step!

Tyler was panting as if he had just finished a half-marathon.

‘Hey, cool down!’ I joked. ‘We haven’t even started’.

‘I know’ he said, ‘but it was my first blow job, and it was incredible!’

Technically, he had cummed handsfree again, since I was blowing him with just my lips and tongue, my hands being busy attending his nutsack and gasping hole. I stood back up and started kissing him, feeding him back the last few squirts of his own juice that hadn’t gone down my throat. My cock was harder than steel and pressing against his lower stomach. His little dick was down to half-mast and leaking the remanent juice that was left in his piss slit. I rubbed his piss slit with my finger and fed him the juice I was able to wipe out.

‘Are you ready for the real thing?’ I asked.

‘Ready Freddie!’ he responded.

I grabbed him by the waist and carried him to the bed. I placed him on his back, his ass hanging out from the side of the bed, naked from the waist down, but still wearing his tank top. I kneeled down in front of his entrance, grabbed the back of his knees, spread his legs wide, and my tongue started attacking his pinkish hole.

‘Oh my God!’ Tyler screamed.

I licked his hole obscenely, alternating sensual brushes, as if I was tickling his entrance, with full-on attacks down his hole, sticking my tongue as deep as it could reach, forcing him to open up under the assault. Tyler was loving this new sensation, whimpering the whole time. I could feel the bed shake, his head contorting from left to right as he was trying to retain control of his body movement, unsuccessfully. I ate his ass alive, giving Tyler sensations he didn’t even know were possible, coating his boycunt with more spit than would ever be necessary down the road. And he was loving it, loving every second of it.

I stuck my middle finger up his chute. It faced zero resistance, sliding in like his ring was soft butter. His hole actually swallowed my finger, clamping down on my last knuckle to make sure my finger couldn’t escape. I stuck in a second finger, which went in almost as easily as the first one, sliding them in and out of his passage, while twisting them at the same time. Tyler went back to whimpering like a 4-year-old girl looking at puppies at the pet store.

‘Ready for the third finger?’ I asked.

‘Huuhhuuhhh’ he responded.

I spit on his hungry hole, rubbing my third finger in my spit before the intrusion. My three fingers faced a little bit of resistance at first but sunk in easily once his ring gave way under the assault. My three fingers were down to the last knuckle, and I started bending them, searching for his magic spot.

‘Oh fuck!’ Tyler screamed, when my fingers located the treasure they were looking for. I let my fingers wandering for a while, rubbing against his magic spot. Tyler was moaning in pleasure and his little dick was back to full hardness, throbbing in unison with his G-spot being teased.

‘You thought you got fucked yesterday?’ I asked. ‘Get ready for what’s coming at ya!’

Tyler smiled. His greedy hole begging to be stuffed by something much thicker than my three fingers. I got up, bent my legs to line up my cock with his hungry hole, and I pressed at his entrance, ready to explore the depths of his mancave once again. My arrowhead-shaped dickhead had no problem with the initial entry since his hole had been prepped. Just a little pop and his first line of defense was no more. The more I pushed in, the more I felt his ring engulf my manhood, as the girthiest part of my pole stretched his cunt way beyond what my three fingers had been able to achieve. His hole felt like a boa constrictor, progressively stretching its jaws to swallow a prey much bigger than the snake’s body. Tyler winced a little as he was being stuffed by my big fat cock, his fingers grabbing the bed cover on his sides. And I felt my pubes press against his taint, as all seven of my inches were now fully inside him. Skinny Tyler had managed to take my whole cock for the second day in a row.

I fucked him slowly at first, letting his ring get used to contracting and expanding as the girthiest part of my cock stretched his cunt, while my skinnier dickhead let it retract before the next push. Tyler was in heaven from the slow cunting, my cock was massaging his hole, lighting up the nerve endings of his pucker. But I could tell his hole wanted more, much more than my slow cunting.

Once his ring was properly stretched, and I could feel my cock exploring his tunnel with more ease, I grabbed his waist, lifted his whole body, my cock still lodged inside his hole, and I pinned him against the wall. And I started fucking him standing up, his back against the wall, his hole impaled on my club, his bent knees locked in my bent elbows.

Tyler was surprisingly flexible for such a tall guy. He did yoga, and it showed. With my trunk still stuffed inside his boycunt, I raised his legs and folded him in half, lifting his ankles above my head. Tyler still had his back against the wall, his knees now pressing against his chest, his ankles on each side of his head, and his hands wrapped around my neck to keep his balance. And I started fucking him, hard, making him jump on my cock, lifting him in the air a couple of inches, and letting his boycunt bottom out on my rock-hard cock. His whole weight crashing down with every thrust allowed me to go even deeper inside his cunt, banging his inner walls, and permanently rearranging his guts inside his stomach. The more I made him jump on my cock, the more Tyler was grunting: ‘Aarrggh! Aarrgghh! Aarrgghh!’ with every thrust.

The bedroom walls were shaking from the assault. Roadside hotels are not known for their soundproofing. If I could hear my neighbor’s TV in the evening, he could certainly hear Tyler’s screams and the knocks of his back banging against the wall. He might have thought someone was being murdered in my room. Someone calls 911! I kept fucking Tyler’s cunt like I was on a mission to split him in half. And the boy was grunting like a boar being chased by a pack of wolves. I almost lost my balance once and the Mr. Coffee machine fell on the floor when Tyler’s body shifted to the side. Thank God he was still wearing his tank top, or he would have been drawing blood from his back rubbing against the textured wallpaper. His little dick was waving in every direction, coating his pubes and the bottom of his tank top with a continuous flow of precum.

I carried Tyler back to the bed, his cunt still impaled on my sword. I pulled out in one quick thrust, which made him gasp. I put him on all fours, stepped on the bed to stand behind him, spread my legs wide on each side of his hips, and shoved my hard dick back into his cunt in one thrust. And I went back to fucking him doggy style. I started long dicking him, pulling out completely, stuffing my dick back in, and bottoming out in one push. I loved watching his battered hole gasping with each exit, not having time to fully seal shut before I stuffed my dick right back into his opening, forcing his ring to give way to my reentry. Tyler’s moaning had turned back into whimpering, as he was being used like the little bitch he was.

‘You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like my big cock up your ass?’

‘Yes, I love it!’ he replied.

I made him pivot, so that he’d be facing the mirror in front of the bed. I grabbed the hair on top of his head to pull his head up. And I made him watch me stuff him from behind.

‘Look at you being fucked. You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like being my bitch?’

‘Yes, I love it!’ he replied again.

I then put my hands behind my neck, spreading my arms open and exposing my hairy armpits, displaying all my alpha attributes for him to watch in the mirror. And I kept long dicking him, fucking him from behind, without even touching him, aside from my cock ravaging his hungry hole. My low hanging balls were swinging back and forth, like a pendulum in overdrive, smashing against his little balls on one end and smashing against my taint on the other, making an obscenely loud noise with every collision. Tyler was loving it, his little balls being smashed by bigger and stronger than them, his little dick throbbing under the assault, and leaking precum on the bed cover.

When I felt he was getting close, I lowered my torso, wrapped my arms around his stomach, my hairy chest rubbing against his smooth back and my fingers twisting his nipples. I brought my mouth to the side of his neck and started kissing him on that spot that had made him purr yesterday. He had been able to withstand the rough sex until now. But it was now time to get him over the edge.

‘I’m gonna make you cum, Babe’ I whispered in his ear.

I grabbed his hardon with my right hand and started jerking him off, while still squeezing his left nipple with my left hand. My hard dick was still cunting him out from behind. I now had my whole weight on his shoulders. Just a few strokes on his overexcited dick and he warned me that he was about to explode.

‘I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!’ were his last words.

And I felt his gooey cream spurting out of his dick, no longer able to contain its excitement. He only shot four or five small squirts of precum-diluted juice. This was Tyler’s fifth release in 24 hours and his little balls were finally running out of juice, literally. That was the first time I had to stroke his dick before I forced him to surrender, albeit just a dozen strokes or so. The boy’s education was starting to pay off, with him able to last a bit longer each time.

As he started shooting, whatever strength his overstretched ring muscles still had managed to clamp down on my cock and I started shooting as well.

‘Take it! Take my seeds!’ I whispered in his ears. ‘Your man is gonna knock you up. You’re gonna carry my baby’.

‘Oh yeah! Fill me up!’ he replied.

‘Aaarrrggghhh! Fffuuuuuucccckkk!’ I screamed.

And rope after rope of my alpha juice started shooting inside his battered cunt, filling up his bowels with my potent semen, repainting his inner walls with my white dye. My swollen balls, which had been begging for release all day long, slowly leaking profusely inside my pants, were finally allowed to evacuate their excess content.

After we were both done shooting, I pulled out of his hole, and we both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. We held each other’s hand while we were recovering from our respective orgasms. And we started making out. A ‘thank-you-for-this-wonderful-moment’ kind of kiss.

Then, Tyler started playing with my cock, which was still semi-hard, studying it under every angle, feeling its every vein, making it swing back and forth, smacking it against my inner thighs. He was like a little kid who had just found a crab on the beach and was pocking it with a stick to see how it would react.

‘Your dick is so big’ he said. ‘I wish I had one just like that’.

What was I supposed to respond to that?

After playing with my joystick, he went on to rub his hand on my hairy chest, petting my pecs like if he was giving a dog a belly rub, tracing little circles in my hair with his finger.

‘I love your chest hair’ he said. ‘It’s so fucking masculine!’

And he laid his head on my chest, listening to my heart beating under my skin. And I wrapped my arm around his back. I know I have a great body. To some extent, I work hard for it at the gym. But my big cock, my nice hairy chest, and my piercing blue eyes are just the luck of the draw. And I’m so grateful for them. I don’t really have a need for guys to worship my body. But I must admit it does feel nice when a guy compliments me on my body, and tells me I’m hot and sexy, in a genuine way. Especially coming from Tyler, who’s easy on the eye too, although in a very different way.

After a few minutes, I looked him up in the eyes: ‘This is it, Babe’ I said. ‘I have to fly back to New York tomorrow’.

‘I know’ he replied, with a sad puppy look on his face.

We kept staring at each other, trying to make this moment last forever.

‘Can I ask you a favor?’ Tyler then asked.

‘Sure’ I replied. ‘What is it?’

No word came out of his mouth.

‘What is it?’ I asked again.

‘Can I… Can I… Huuhh… Can I fuck you?’ Tyler asked.

‘Only if you promise to go easy on me’ I joked.

‘You’re mean’ Tyler responded, with a frown on his face.

‘I’m sorry’ I apologized. ‘I didn’t mean it’.

I did mean it, but I just shouldn’t have.

‘Why do you want to fuck me?’ I then asked. ‘Do you need payback?’

‘No’ he said. ‘I just want to know what it feels like’.

‘That’s it?’ I asked. ‘That’s the only reason?’

He hesitated a moment and then continued: ‘It’s just that…  I’d like to know if I’m capable of pleasuring another guy’, he said, kind of embarrassed by his admission.

‘Of course, you can’ I replied. ‘You’re a great fuck as a bottom. No reason why you couldn’t be a great fuck as a top too’.

‘You really think so?’ he asked. ‘Even with my dick?’

‘Of course,’ I said. ‘If two fingers can get the job done, no reason why your dick couldn’t’.

‘Dude!’ I continued. ‘You don’t have the biggest cock in the world, OK. But there’s millions of guys who have a smaller dick than yours and still have great sex. The prostate is just a couple of inches inside a guy’s hole. Even if your dick was half the size, you would still be able to reach it. You’ll do just fine’.

‘Thanks’ he said, only half convinced by my little pep talk.

‘In what position do you want to fuck me?’ I asked.

‘Missionary’ he replied.

‘Why is that?’ I asked.

‘I want to look at you’ he replied. ‘I want to see your face when I fuck you’.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his dick, which was back at full mast. I was going to pour some on my hole, but Tyler asked me if he could do it himself. I grabbed the back of my knees to give him better access. And I felt the cold fluid hit my hairy rosebud. He brought his middle finger to my entrance and started rubbing the lube around my tight hole to get his finger wet. He pushed in and broke into my gate, oiling the walls of my passage.

I never really had second thought about allowing Tyler to fuck me. I felt like I did him a service by introducing him to the joys of man sex and he kind of owed me one for that. But he also gave me amazing sex, especially the double orgasm yesterday, which literally blew me away. So, I owed him one as well. Without sounding too cocky, I felt like I was his mentor of some sort, passing on to him all the practical knowledge I’ve acquired over my years fucking dudes. Everything I could do to make his first times less stressful felt like the right thing to do at this point.

Tyler lined up his dick, ready to penetrate me.

‘Hey not so fast!’ I protested. ‘You have to finger me with two fingers’.

‘Really?’ he said, kind of surprised I wouldn’t be ready to accommodate his skinny dick when he had been able to accommodate my monster his first time taking a dick.

‘Hell yeah!’ I objected. ‘I don’t bottom very often. You have to loosen me up first’.

He poured some more lube on his fingers and brought his middle and index fingers to my entrance. He pushed in. I pushed out. And his two fingers breached my gate, making me wince a little. He slid them in and out, and then shoved them in, all the way to his last knuckle.

‘Are you good now?’ he asked.

‘I think so’ I replied, with a tone in my voice that conveyed vulnerability for the first time since we met. He was now in charge. I had relinquished control to him. He kept his tank top on but raised it over his head. He looked like he was wearing a harness. He was so fucking hot! His hard nipples sticking out like daggers; the little patch of chest hair in-between his pecs giving him this look of a young top ready rough his daddy up.

He lined up his eager dick with my hole, me still holding the back of my knees. And he pushed in. Since his pencil dick was probably the same girth as the two fingers that had just loosened me up, he broke in easily and pushed in until I could feel his pubes tickling my balls.

‘You’re in’ I said.

‘Yeah!’ he replied, with a big smile on his face.

‘Come and kiss me’ I offered.

And we started making out, him beginning to fuck me ever so slightly. Even though his dick was small, it was harder than diamond. It felt great in my hole. Not so big as to make his invasion painful, but still stretching my rusty hole and providing great friction. Its nice upward curve was also hitting all the right spots inside me, especially the magic one.

‘Oh yeah! Right there!’ I said. ‘You found my prostate’.

Tyler picked up the pace, ramming up and down my tunnel and punching my G-spot with every thrust. My body was actually shaking under his pounding. He made up for the small size of his tool with lots of energy, using his 6’4” frame to manhandle me.

‘Yeah! Fuck me! Your dick feels so good!’ I said, trying to give him words of encouragement.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because I saw his face change. I knew that look and I knew what was happening.

‘I’m gonna cum!’ he said, with an apologetic voice.

He pushed in one more time and started grunting, releasing in my hole whatever remanent fluid he still had left in his balls, after having cummed twice already tonight.

‘Keep fucking me’ I ordered, hoping he wouldn’t go soft right after exploding in my hole. I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, Tyler’s pencil dick still lodged inside me. Luckily, Tyler kept going. Fast. Hard! He felt kind of defeated after blowing so quickly and wanted to make it up to me and ensure he could still get the job done and make me cum. His determination and all the effort he was putting into his first time topping was really hot. I knew if he kept going, he would eventually reach the goal he was after.

‘Yeah. Keep fucking me!’ I said, ‘just like that!’

‘I’m getting close’ I eventually said.

Tyler picked up the pace even more, while I was jerking my cock furiously. I could sense Tyler was feeling discomfort, ramming in my hole his spent dick, and rubbing his sensitive dickhead against the walls of my insides. But he pushed through. And I eventually felt my juice churn inside my balls. My body tensed up.

‘You’re gonna make me cum’ I cried. ‘YOU’RE gonna make me cum’ insisting on the YOU.

And my cock exploded, shooting several volleys of my white cream on my hairy chest. One squirt even landed on his chest, right in the little patch of hair in-between his pecs.

‘Yeah! Cum for me!’ Tyler said, with fire in his eyes. I could tell a million emotions were racing through his mind. We were sharing that intense moment together. He was watching my face as I was losing the battle, my cock unable to resist its urge to release my alpha seeds in the air. He was watching my juice fly out of my cock. He was turned on by both the visuals and the sounds of my surrender. But above all, he felt pride. Pride that his pencil dick had managed to push me over the edge, forcing my cock to give up its precious nectar.

I saw his face change again, overwhelmed by his emotions. I felt his pencil dick swell in my ass. I sealed my ring as tight as I could, clamping down on his dick. And he came for the fourth time of the evening, yelling ‘I’m cumming!’ while he had already started to shoot. There was no way he had anything more than a dribble left in his little nuts. But he still had that fire in his eyes.

He collapsed on me; his smooth stomach pressed against my cum-drenched hairy stomach. And I kissed him on the neck, him closing his eyes, recovering from his explosion.

‘You were great, Babe!’ I whispered in his ear ‘You little stud!’

‘Thanks, Babe!’ he replied.

This was the first time he had called me ‘Babe’, even though I must have used that word at least ten times, yesterday and today. And we laid on our backs for a minute or two, holding each other’s hand.

‘You need to shower’ I eventually said, looking at his cum-covered stomach.

‘So do you!’ he replied with a smile.

We spent a long time in the shower together, enjoying the hot water loosening our tense muscles, and making out the whole time. He kept manhandling my cock. He couldn’t get enough of it and didn’t want to let go of it. Meanwhile, I grabbed his bubble butt, the one I had just split in half two days in a row.

He got dressed, while I just put on a pair of shorts.

‘Thanks for everything’ he said, on his way out.

‘Thank YOU! I replied.

‘Maybe I can come visit you in New York someday’ he said.

‘You have my number!’ I said, non-committedly.

‘Make us proud tomorrow!’ I said, referring to his upcoming golf tournament.

He nodded. And he left for good.

I felt kind of sad to see Tyler go. Sex for me is usually just that: Sex. One and done! It’s not often I develop any kind of feelings for the guys I fuck. Nor am I looking for them at this point in my life. But Tyler was really cute, not just his face, but his all demeanor, as he marched on his journey from boy to man. I felt like I led him on the first steps, me being Mr. Miyagi and him being the Karate Kid. And I had an amazing time along the way. But with me in New York and him in Indiana, there was no point pretending this could ever become anything more than a 2-night stand.

I needed to burn some energy. I put on my gym gear and headed down to the small hotel gym. As I exited my bedroom, my neighbor was getting out of his room too. I didn’t know who he was, but he was most certainly associated with one of the universities.

‘What was going on in there?’ he asked, with a devious smile.

‘Exactly what you thought it was’ I responded. ‘You should thank me. I’m taking stamina out of the competition’.

He smiled.

We both remained in an awkward silence, while riding the elevator down to the first floor. The guy was hot. He looked like he was in his mid to late 30’s. So, clearly too old to be a student, but too young to be a parent. He didn’t look like a coach either. Who the fuck was he? But it didn’t matter. He had a nice stubble: dark hair, with the hair on his chin and his temples turning salt and pepper. He had several tattoos on his forearms, and amazing blue eyes, just as pretty as Tyler’s. And I could sense he was more curious than just wondering what had been happening in my bedroom.

It was only 7pm. The night was still young.

You just didn’t know, did you white boy? I betcha your punk-ass learned now, huh? Didn’t cha? Look at me, motherfucker! Look at me! With your punk ass! You no good piece of cunt. You fairy-ass, knee-scrapin’ cocksucker! Do I really look like I give a damn about those crocodile tears streaming down your sweet-looking pretty boy face? Shed a river for all I fucking care! Bawl out! Ain’t nobody around to hear from way down here! Even if a motherfucker did, nobody in their right mind is going to do shit about it! Go up against me! Motherfucker, please! All they got to do is see me down here with you tied up like that and they’ll know what time it is! Let me make it real simple for you, so there’s no misunderstanding whatsoever, cunt. This here is my fucking house! My house, my rules, my way! Okay? Got it? Everything I say goes, faggot, but being a stupid ass bitch ain’t one of them. I shouldn’t have to waste my time or my fucking breath breaking down this elementary shit wit yo dumb ass. Mr. College-Educated Man. I guess graduate school doesn’t prepare you for everything, huh? It sure as hell didn’t prepare you for shit out in the real world, huh? ‘cause I bet in a thousand years the last place you ever thought your ass would end up would be living with your big black brother-in-law in his big fine house out in the country. Staying up in his bitch whilebeing his bitch. Your punk ass probably like that, huh? Spend some quality alone time with Brother-in-Law, fantasizing about him stroking your face with his hand like this and boil with jealousy when I take your sister wishing it was you?

Aw! Look at that little clit stir. Getting that pussy soaking wet for me, I see? It got a mighty river building up behind those floodgates, huh?

Let me let you in on something before you douse all over this pretty basement floor like a water cannon. And, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with this big black cock jonesin’ for a couple of holes, either. Let me let you in on something your overpriced education failed to educate you on, baby boy. Real men have to put in real work in order to get theirs. You got it? They don’t sit with their thumbs up their asses fool enough to believe that the highest paying jobs are going to fall out of the sky and into their laps.

Uh-un. No sir! That’s not how any of that works.

Maybe if your stank-pussy mama wasn’t whoring it up with every hard piece of dick in town maybe—just maybe—she could’ve kept your daddy around long enough to teach you a thing or two about manhood. Who the fuck am I kidding? That motherfucker was the biggest cuckold around! He probably hung back in the closet just so he could lick the fresh man-milk from her runny kitty. I bet that bitch sampled every kind of cum there was and still wanted more! So, my mistake, he couldn’t teach you a damn thing about manhood or the way of menfolk.

Don’t worry, though, boy. Your new Big Black Daddy got you! He’s here to teach you a thing or two. First lesson, you unemployed MFA cunt is to write this!

Ha, ha, ha! You like that lesson, huh? Right up your alley, huh?

 

Ptui! That’s my spit hurled down into your mouth, boy!

I can’t even front. It’s a beautiful thing to see. A great way to heal race relations long term.

A black man’s hot spit in a white boy’s mouth. Wow! We’ve come a fucking long way.

I can’t even lie about that shit. You look so fucking pretty like that; tied down to a table with that spider gag holding your sweet mouth open like that, like that of a speculum. It’s like your mouth and ass got together and created this wonderful ‘Come Fuck Me’ look. And the way your asshole sinks into its crack like some deep dug out crater, it looks like it has given that same look to a few hard dicks over the years ‘cause that shit ain’t normal wear and tear. Can we say, mama and daddy’s boyfriend’s sloppy seconds?

I don’t know why the fuck you’re tensing up like that? A good experienced white boy like yourself should know it’ll hurt like hell if you fight it. I’m really disappointed at you, right now, baby boy. Real disappointed. I thought you were supposed to be the smart motherfucker out the group! You know this elementary shit! You were taught this the very first day your pretty little ass was up for grabs. I mean, even the slowest of fucks can piece together what’s about to go down! Shit, as much as you see me working with, I know the last thing in the world you’d want to be doing is have your asshole put up a fight. I’ll rip it to shreds in one stroke if you don’t get it calmed down—relaxed—to take it. I know you really don’t want to be up in some emergency room ass up explaining to a floor full of doctors and nurses that you weren’t in from the state penitentiary as a gang rape victim, but as a common civilian that was working on getting your brother-in-law’s big black juicy dick into your hungry butthole like that. And as your brother-in-law, all I want to do is do the gentlemanly thing and make an honest cumdump out of both your sweet cream-hungry bowls.

Just look at it. Look at it! Thirteen glorious inches of solid rock-hard cock for both of your sweet holes! I know, I know. If you were a real man, it wouldn’t be fair to you. Especially with that little clit of yours you’re working with. But lucky for the both of us, you’re just a sweet piece of cunt with an enlarged clit that’s both doable and fuckable in front of that crater.

What? You think this ain’t right? You think this ain’t fair? This ain’t slavery either, cunt. Your ass ain’t gonna just sit up in my house and eat my fucking food while I’m handling my business making this paper so everybody can sleep and eat and stay warm and stay cool on my dime and think I ain’t getting a little something in return.

Being family? How are we related? Fuck you being my wife’s brother! What the fuck she got to do with me providing you with room and board? I’m the one flipping the bill! What? Huh? Married? Fifty-fifty, my ass motherfucker! If that bitch didn’t know how to clean and cook, slurp and swallow and take it up the snatch and up the ass on demand, she’d be out on the line, too. Girlie knows where her bread and butter comes from, and knowing the bitch like I do, she ain’t about to let no ho or her little brother ruin her good thing. The bitch never had it so good before I came along. The insatiable slut was bouncing from small dick to small dick like her mama trying to find her way back home. Then I came along and put the good dick on her, and she’s been staying in one place ever since. It left those white boys that used to get at her with just a cheeseburger wanting to form a lynch mob around my black ass because I got her hooked on this big black dick. I can’t help that I turned her out, made her a whore for this good black dick. That wasn’t my intent. I just told my boys that I could get at it just like those white boys and after I cracked her open they could run up in her too. I didn’t know that after so many guys that the pussy was still virginal. I didn’t know it could get wet like that. I didn’t know she was turning down dick just to make sure she was clean and available to get at this dick. Trailer Park white girls only want country black dick on the low. They don’t want it to be known that some black dick ruined them just in case some upstanding local guy had some notion of marrying them. They can’t all be like your daddy. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I got her ass out of that hellhole, though. It must’ve been some good liquor or the pussy twerking just right to agree to put a ring on it. I damn sure wouldn’t have been sober or sane to agree to that shit! But I did. Honestly, though, I don’t regret it. How many married men can say that their wives work the dick out like a champ every time, and all I had to do was shower her ass with ongoing electricity and indoor plumbing? I guess I ruined her in more ways than one for every toothless methhead fuck that might’ve had a dollar and a crack at her if I didn’t offer her a whole lot better. Shit, I taught the bitch what going to the grocery store looks like without holding her breath for food stamp time every month. Go whenever the fuck you want! Get whatever the fuck you want and bring your ass back home! Do you honestly think that bitch wants to go back to the way it was? No television? No cable? No drywall? No central heating and air? No clothes off the rack? Shit, I’m sort of impressed that she hadn’t pimped out your baby sister just to keep things moving. I guess Dear Abigail hadn’t gotten around to telling big sis that I’m poppin’ that coochie, too. And that baby growing up inside her womb might’ve been put up in there by this big grand thirteen-incher. Then, too, I got a few homeboys that took a dip in that pool, too, so who the fuck knows other than a mixed pretty baby is on the way?

I don’t know why the fuck you look so surprised? Do you honestly think that ditzy bitch thinks I keep my pants on when I’m out there on that open road? I can’t pull over to take a leak without finding cocksuckers on my dick. That ain’t to say the bitch don’t get salty about it, boy. All is forgiven when I come through the door and drop my drawers with my usual hard-on and beat it up with this big black dick right here! She ain’t missing a damn thing. Same hard cock, same full blaster loads. It quiets the rumblings. I bet you didn’t know your sis is a pro with giving brains. She drinks the ball juice like skinny bitches down a V8 or college boys take down a mighty keg. The bitch doesn’t feel like cooking sometimes after I quench her thirst. And sometimes I hold back from getting off for a couple of days just to bust one right in her throat just to clog it up! There’s not a sound sweeter in this world than listening to your woman choke on your load and watch it come out and go in at the same damn time. You think after that she wants to bore me with her feelings and shit?

I might listen to her squabble as I wait to reload. When I get tired of that mouth of hers, I just beat the pussy up. Take a little break and then hit it front to back if you catch my drift. I make sure that it goes down every time I’m up in it! She let the neighbors know my freakin’ name, making sure everybody knows when my black ass is back in town. I don’t have to tell you, though. Your bedroom is right down the hall! Listening to every squeaky spring, every headboard thump; every scream and shout, moan and groan as I got her writing in sheer ecstasy back there. I bet you get off on listening, doncha? You got your faggot-ass fingers playing up in your pussy wishing it were me ripping you open a new one, huh? Rolling that pussy on my dick? You probably got a pervert’s collection of fake dicks in your room pretending that its brother-in-law in your bed, huh? Huh! Well, consider this a late Christmas gift, then! Hah!

I got a little secret for you, white boy. Of all the freaky-deaky positions I like to get off in, I love missionary the most. You know why? While it’s not as primal as doggie-style, it’s something about looking down in the face of a fucking piece of cunt that just does it for me, like gets me off like no other. It’s just something about watching me take someone from pain to pleasure to guilt with plenty of priceless expressions in between.

Oh! Oh my! Oh fuck!

I’m laying this shit on you just in case you were wondering why I got you tied down to the table on your back. Why I got your legs bent double. Why your knees are pointing up to the rafters with your big toes roped to your inner thighs. I tied down your hands because while I love my back being clawed I couldn’t risk a smart capon like you trying to escape. You wouldn’t have anywhere to run of course, given you live right upstairs. It simply takes the hassle out of chasing you around the house for no apparent reason. Just as I’ve been gracious enough to open up my home to your unemployed broke-ass, I’ve also been gracious enough to clasp you with some tit clamps. I found them in your bedroom next to your stack of colorful fag comics. You sure got a hard-on for white boys being tied up and used by big black men, doncha little fella? It ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. We like what we like. It’s nice to know that I got more than one option living under this roof. I can fuck her pretty little mouth and then fuck your pretty little ass of yours whenever I want and I don’t have to worry about getting anyone else in your family knocked up.

How the fuck I know if I pulled on this tit chain like this that you’d get so excited? I’ve fucked enough of you fags to know that all of you hate having your little clitties touched. Having your tits tugged like you got some real tit bags is like having a direct pipeline to getting your pussies soaking wet. Is it wet, boy? Is it wet? I don’t mean hungry. I mean whet wet. Whet wet whet wet. Soaking through your panties wet. Damn, you’re like amazingly wet, like peed out of your butthole wet. Wet as in that sweet pussy is shaking and drooling at the thought of this big black man sinking his thirteen inches of meat into that pussy wet!

I can see the nervousness in your eyes, in your sweet innocent face, white boy. Don’t be scared. Judging by your hole, you’ve had your fair share of dick over the years. Some big ones, some small ones, some round ones, some square ones, some black ones, some brown ones, some white ones; and, if I’m not mistaken, a yellow one…or two…or three. I don’t have to tell you what kind of slut you’ve been. You know better than I ever could tell you. Even with all that experience gorged between your crack, you’ve never had a dick this big. And it’s uncut just the way you like ‘em, with plenty of hanging foreskin for you to lap up under at your convenience. It’s also big and black and attached to a motherfucking cross-country trucker built like a motherfucking bulldog. Oh shit! I know what your little pussy is trembling madly about. Will this big dick ruin you for other pieces of dick sure to come down the pipe later on in your life? Or will it be like one of those cheesy interracial cartoons, where after the big black man resized your cunt, will you be able to still enjoy fucking other white boys or once you go black you can’t seem to ever come back? It didn’t bode well for the ditzy bitch. She used to fuck every Confederate flag waving white boy in town, and now her pussy knows the strength of One Powerful Black Man. She never thought once of looking back. She now looks at those other white boys as her pussy-bumping equals. Even if I died today, it’ll be hard for her to find a follow-up more less one that can arch her back like I do.

Nah, I can see you don’t give a shit about being scared of this dick. You practically welcome the new challenge. If the dick is that good, then it’ll be worth it just once. Sore ass and all! You’re a smart little faggot, aren’t you, boy? You know how to take dick. You’re a pro at it just like your sisters and your mama and her mama before her, aren’t you? You’ve been tied up before. Perhaps to a bed and forced to take dick by some of your frat brothers that struck out on date night. Shit, they put a pair of pink stockings on you, and you served them up like a two-cent whore in the alley. You were so busy being the in-house cumdump that you took appointments between classes and study hall. No. That ain’t what got you scared. Nah, I see it now. I see it clearly now. You’re afraid that every dick you’ve ever taken in your life has thus far has brought you to this point! You’re afraid that you might do too good of a job with that incredible butt hole of yours. Riding a bunch of regular-sized dicks at once is one thing but taking on a super cock like mine up the poop chute at once speaks to the sluttishness of your eager butthole.

As you can see, I got plenty of inches to satisfy that insatiable dump of yours and then some for the rest of your family. But you’re afraid that just like them that you might not ever get enough of this big dick once you get some. Unfortunately, we both know what that means. In plain English, it means that you’ll have to compete with your sister and the rest of the world for a place in line for this pipe! You know how to throw it back! But still, though, you’re scared. So fucking scared.

Look at you. Look at you! You’re already thinking about the next fuck before we even get the first one out the way. Pussy juices never flowed so good! You want to do a good enough job that one day brother-in-law throw you over his shoulders and toss you in the back of his sleeper berth. Am I right? Am I right? You know you’re going to get the dick again, but you want me to drag you across this great land and be my favorite little plaything. Have you be my little white cocksucker. My little wet white boy booty. Hell, you’re hoping I’ll pimp you out for pocket change just for the hell of it. Train you to be the slut you’ve always wanted to be. You’ll do anything I want you to do and you’ll show your appreciation by staying on your knees between these thighs while I handle the big rig and unload this black man’s piss down your throat.

Oh shit! Look at that little pussy twitch that clear water! I’ve seen fags come out of their assholes before but never like this! Damn! There’s a fucking famine in Somalia that could use a water flow like the one you’ve got flooding out of your cunt. Man!

I should just run this dick up in there and end your torment now, huh? But I like watching the water flow down your crack. That’s a beautiful sight if I do say so myself. I don’t think there’s been a porno that has ever shot like this. I’ve never seen a butt hole come harder than well-stroked dick! You sure your ass wasn’t born with a twofer? Two for one—an asshole that doubles as a proper pussy. I’m just saying. I’ve gotten ass like you’ve probably gotten dick, and this is like the new ninth wonder of the world!

Man! I can’t even front. I want to ram that pussy in so fucking badly! Habit, man, habit. My bad! Oh, damn! It’s really like that! Like that, huh, white boy? It even feels like soft wet pussy on my finger…fingers…three fingers…four. Ain’t that some shit? I got four fucking finger playing in your pussy just like that. Like it ain’t nothing! You must be a soaking wet hungry ho. Nooo! Don’t take that as a bad thing. Not at all! That’s a great thing for a man packing as much meat as I am. I usually got to put in a lot of prep time for somebody to take this big fat log with relative ease. I don’t even have to suck your toes or eat you out or fuck you down to get you open like that. I don’t even feel any walls in this bitch. It’s just a soft wet pillow ready to bring comfort to anyone ready to venture on insides. Best of all, it’s still pouring wet. Shit! Remind me to get you a bottle of water after we’re done. I don’t want you so dehydrated from all this leakage that you’re drained before we get to Round Two. Oh, just so you know, there’s going to be a Round Two! You already know!

Let me pump your hole with these fingers a bit. Let me see what happens. Ahhh! I got an idea! Oh, you like that? I bet you’ll get bored before I do. Oh yeah. I got that stamina, boy, oh baby! Sta-mi-na! You know that! Yeah, just let it on out, willya? Big Daddy got you covered! Just let Big Daddy know how good his fingers up in your snatch feels to a pussy boy like you. I hadn’t forgotten. I’m still going to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours after this. I just want to see how much over the edge I can bring you with just my fingers jabbing at you. Just consider it finger food for the main course.

Oh yeah. I see you’re getting the hang of it, white boy. Just ride those big meaty fingers to kingdom come! Just think of it as being magically quad-fucked by those small dick frat boys in your dorm back at school. Oh, you want to think about the boys in the locker room back in high school? No. The coaches? That many, huh? Really? Fine. It’s cool. Just ride my fingers like you’re getting double-fucked by those two coaches. Oh, you can’t, huh? My fingers are too big for that? Oh, c’mon now! Consider it a do-over from the first time you got your cherry popped by those two. There you go! Now that you know how to ride dick you wish you would’ve thrown it back harder, huh? Throw it back, sweet cunt, throw it back! Ride those fingers for Big Daddy up in that sweet pussy like it was yesterday. There you go. There you go, sweet cunt! I knew you were serious about riding dick. Keep this up and I’m going to make you shoot with just my fingers up inside you. Nah, baby, I’m not talking about those pussy juices that are pruning up my fingers. I’m talking about making your clit come. You don’t think I can do it, huh? You don’t think Big Daddy got that kind of pull, huh? I ain’t got these big hands just because they go well with these big feet, now. Just throw it back on me now, white boy. Feel those fingers hit your spot. Bounce that sweet pretty ass back and let it just hit that ooh-ahh spot. It’s like you got dick tickling every surface of those walls.

Yeah, you didn’t believe, Big Daddy, huh? I can feel your spot tensing up on my fingers because I’m breaking it off so hard. You just like your sisters. Hole so wet and hungry for big black dick that it hurts! Two imaginary dicks pumping up inside you, I imagine that you feeling that shit, aren’t you? I imagine you’d feel it even if it was two regular dicks. But think of the real one waiting to get up inside your hole after you finish with them two bitches.

Go ahead, let it out!

Not for nothing. I wasn’t lying about nobody giving a shit up there. The ditzy bitch she gets dick down on the regular by this thing, so she knows. She knows that every man needs a cumdump on the side, and one like me, working with what I’m working with, at least several. She knows you’re a fag. She knows your asshole doubles as pussy. She knows you’ve got a pussy that’s only meant to be loaded up in, knocked up. Cunt! Slut! Ho! Dirty stank-ass motherfucker!

There you go! Pop that nutt and go stir crazy on my motherfucking fingers.

Damn! That shit shot up like a fountain! Got up about a foot out the nozzle and came back down like a roller coaster water ride. You caught some on the corner of your mouth, buddy? Surprised? I ain’t. I told you these fingers were magic! What? You never shot like that before in your life? I see you got a lot to learn fucking around with me. If you think you got off on shit, you can’t begin to imagine the fun I have in store for you!

Big Daddy sees he got a lot of first to introduce you to.

What the fuck do you mean that was fun? You’re tired now? It ain’t over, motherfucker! Not by a long shot! I’m just getting started. I haven’t even gotten mine yet, and Big Daddy always gets his! Usually after boy, but he will always get his. There’s something about our little arrangement I got to get you straight on: I don’t just work a bitch to make hercum. I work a bitch to get my nutt—even if I don’t ever let you bust another nutt another day for the rest of your natural born life, got it? Good!

While I got it out of you, let me scoop that remaining cream off your pretty white boy body. I’m not normally in the business of playing with another man’s load, but I got some wonderful ideas for it. Do you want to know what it is? I knew were a smart little fag! Knee-scrapin’ cocksuckers that take loads by the gallon down the throat and up the ass generally are. And I got something real special for that mouth of your and something real special for that juicy wet ass of yours, too. Something for you to eat, something to make taking this big black dick a little bit easier to take between those vanilla cakes. Oh yeah, your asshole is still flooding with juices, but I pack hefty dick in more ways than one, though.

You’re hole still stretched wide open from my fingers. You still feel that? Damn, baby. Breathe, bitch! It’s just like the tip of my dick playing with the outside of your hole. You don’t think you can take it? Too fucking bad! ‘cause it is all going in! I worked to damn hard to get this cunt just right for me not to fuck it. It should be an honor to you that I’m going to fuck you raw in your own fucking juices. I got to, white boy. I got to push it in and you got to open up. It’s called work, motherfucker! I know it’s a foreign concept to your unemployed ass. I have to get that dick up in there. Just breathe. Push it out. There you go. There you go! You got about a half an inch of it in you! You got twelve and a half inches more to go!

Ohhh!

You feel like your asshole is being ripped open, white boy? I only got five inches up in you and I feel them walls player-hating on this motherfuckin’ dick like crazy! I thought I got rid of them with all my finger work, finger-fucking. I guess the big black dick is where it is at, huh? Oh shit! I totally forgot, man. I spent all that time talking about my length that I forgot to give you a heads up on my width. Can you say eight inches around? That’s right! Thirteen inches of shaft down and eight and half in circumference—not quite beer-can thick, but far thicker than your average mofo.

That’s exactly what I was talking about. Fucking folks in this missionary position. I can look down at your sweet, sweaty beet red white boy face and see how you truly feel about being posted up on this big fat dick. You ain’t got to open your mouth. You ain’t got to say shit! Your face tells me the whole story! Even with all your fucking good gracious wetness, you’re taking dick like you’re trying to watch a really soft dude with a tight dry chute shit out a brick. When I roll through and pop open that second ring inside of you, it’s going to look like you’re trying to pass a kidney stone. And popping through that lubricous third ring, I can see that it’s beginning to feel a lot like you’re pulling a long, drawn-out train. The way you keep losing consciousness and shit! You were out for a couple of minutes or so from the immeasurable pain. Don’t worry. It’s just me. I’m the only one here. The only one doing this to you! Don’t feel bad, though. Ain’t no dick like the one I got! I just keep on stroking and stroking—and that’s just working my way inside you. I hadn’t begun fucking and fucking that sweet juicy pussy hole. You should see the relief written across your pretty little mug when I pulled out just enough to keep the head in. I could feel those walls close around the tip of my dick. I thought you were going to piss on yourself! It’s happened plenty of times before. That little itsy-bitsy dribble doesn’t really count, though. That post-nutt piss still got to be up in you. I expect that much out of this bladder thumper I got.

Oh, you like me calling it that? You like having this bladder thumper digging you out, metal claw? Making sweet sweet love to your guts with this big-ass bladder thumper? Alrighty then! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!!! That’s what I thought! I knew you love this bladder thumper up in you. You want it in you forever, don’t you? Oh man! That’s what Big Daddy like to hear! Call me Big Daddy! I know with all that metal in your mouth you can’t say it right, but I love it just the same when you try. Oh yeah! You’re putting your ass into it. Oh, man. Watch this! See! See! You got that guilty look in your eyes! Torn between needing to be a man about yours and your pussy being open like a mountain tunnel getting dicked down by a real man.

Man, I want to bust this nut right up in this sweet cunt of yours so badly! I want dump these babies up in you and coat your sweet womb with billions and trillions of little mes up inside of you. I can’t, man! I can’t! I need you to drink this fresh baby batter I’m making! I want you to taste your clear wet pussy juices off my dick. I want to see you drink Big Daddy’s cream straight from the tap like it’s your need favorite shake drink loaded with all the protein you need for a well-rounded meal.

Oh, see. You though I was going in for the kill. I know when to pull out. I had to tag that hole long enough to let your ass know I own it now. I got you so open right now you think you’re an all-night convenient store. I got you so open right you’ll slap on a cheap wig and some fishnet stockings and fight the ditzy bitch and Dear Abigail for the rights to this dick on The Jerry Springer Show.

Ah, thank goodness for the spider gag. I want you to stick out your tongue and start tonguing my balls first. I don’t want to milk your throat just yet. Let’s work towards that. I want you to suck on those balls like they’re your personalized pacifiers. Give me a good reason to throw you on my truck for a run. Suck them balls. Yeah, sniff that hairy sac. Lick ‘em. Taste every hairy big black daddy inch of them!

Now open your mouth and shine that pretty big black cock for me. You like shinny black dick, huh? I like it when it’s mine! Thank goodness for that spider gag! You know what you got in your mouth, doncha white boy? You got the taste of your cunt juices on your tongue. That’s the funk of your ass right there. Behind that shit is the taste of a dick of a man who works hard to provide a living. Big black dick that makes sure you got enough to eat when I’m gone. All thirteen inches of it. Suck it! Suck it! Suck it like I know you know I know you like a big fat nasty dick in your mouth. Suck it like I know you know how to suck a really big dick! Yeah, I know you like it cocksucker. It’s what you cock-sucking faggots crave most in life. Yeah! Yeah!! Oh yeah, motherfucker!!!!

You’re doing a good job, white boy. Real good job. You’re really good at what you do. It’s just that I got to break this nutt straight off in you and I just want to fuck your throat, man. You know how it is, cunt, just another hard dick that just wants to get off inside of you. Just relax your throat, boy. Relax your throat. Relax your throat. Lay your tongue flat now. Got it? Just let the dick go in and out of your mouth. Fight the gag reflexes, it is what it is. It’s a humungous dick in your mouth. I can’t help that. God wanted me to have it. Big Daddy is going to feed you that sweet man-milk right now. I’m about to bust this nutt. Milk this bull dick! Spray this cum! Open up that mouth, white boy, and don’t your faggot ass spill a motherfucking drop!

Aw, shit! I’m going to nutt off in your faggot ass mouth! Drink my babies, bitch! Take my goddamn nutt juice! Drink it! Drink it like it’s air to your lungs! Oh, motherfucker, drink it! Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, fuccckkkkk, yeeeaaahHHHHHHHhhhh!!! DRINK IT, YOU COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!! DDDDAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!

The black man makes eyes with his white brother-in-law from across the table, staring at him like he is some alien from another planet. He can obviously see that he got something on his mind but obviously afraid to speak up.

The black man was already agitated that after breaking his neck to get home to his sweet young wife that had to run off this morning to take her sister Abigail to her gynecologist appointment this morning, meaning no pussy for him before she left. His only reward for making it home early was to catch his overeducated, underemployed brother-in-law rolling out of bed just in time to pour him a bowl of cereal.

The black man could be sympathetic if his brother-in-law was striking out in looking for a job, but his wife was on the brink of throwing him out because she suspected that her younger brother was inviting guys over to have sex in their basement while they were gone. That came as no big surprise to the big black man, of course. He’s always had a strong feeling that his weak-in-the-knees brother-in-law was nothing more than a filthy cocksucker, probably a very skilled one at that. Just like some gas station size queen he comes across servicing the gloryholes at those dingy rest stops. The black man didn’t mind his brother-in-law being a fag. The black man was just offended that his brother-in-law could offer strangers online the courtesy he should’ve been given in the first place. He was the one busting his hump working six and seven days a week to put a roof over everybody’s head. The least his brother-in-law could have done was parted his lips and serviced his thirteen-inch dick every now and again, as a nice way of saying thanks for everything.

The black man eyed his brother-in-law. He likes to watch him tremble thinking that the big black man is out to get him for something.

“Still can’t find a job?” The black man inquired as his brother-in-law fumbled around with the classifieds.

“No,” the white boy sighed as if he was insulted that any job listed in the paper was even good enough.

The black man with the big hands and big feet paused. “I was thinking. With you not working and me having an extra seat on the truck, maybe you could ride out on the open road with me on or a trip or two to clear your head, get some prospective. Regroup or refocus or whatever fancy jargon you college boys use these days. The sleeping arrangements might be tight, but I think we can work something out that could work well for the both of us.”

The black man wasn’t sure, but he figured that his brother-in-law was one of those white fags that didn’t fancy black dick, but he thought out on the open road he might be able to convince him otherwise. And, if not, he could think of a few ways to make back his money for all the freeloading he’d been doing for the past nine months.

“There’s only one bed back there, right?” asked the white boy.

“Only one.” The black man answered before he saw the shit-eating grin across his brother-in-law’s face, especially as it relates to the sleeping arrangements.

“I’m cool with that.”

The black man beamed back with his big black thirteen-inch cock twitching wildly in his corduroys, just thinking there was no need for that white boy to be afraid of him—even if he did have glints of lust in his eye about tying him up, making him his bitch, and getting back everything he thought he was owed from him and then some.

The TSWF Title Match

Greek Domination or Hubris in the Squared Ring?

The Cocky Bi-Curious Wrestler had been introduced to the Bay Ridge Arena crowd, but nobody was ready for what came next.  Daddy Dom Sal walked through the curtains holding a chair aloft, revealing his black pit hair and muscled shoulders.  The Daddy was naked except for a golden leather skirt around his 32” waist.  Holding the back legs of the chair was the black-haired Manager Patroclus.  He too was wearing only a golden skirt.  Unbeknownst to the fans,  both men were commando—although the outline of their dicks swayed as they strode towards the ring. 

Sitting in the chair—called a Klismoi in ancient Greece—was the Blonde Gymnast, the Greek Warrior, AchillesAdonis.  He fist pumped the crowd exposing his dirty blonde pit hair.  The fans cheered even though most wanted to see the virgin AchillesAdonis defeated and fucked.  Tonight the Blonde Warrior was dressed only in his black jock with a gold waistband.  He had figured out what the crowd wanted.  He did have his gold leaf wrist and head bands, in keeping with his Greek Warrior theme. 

As he was carried down the ramp towards the ring, the horny crowd chanted “Achilles!  Achilles!  Achilles!”  Backstage, JoelAlphaHunk cocked an eyebrow at his handsome as fuck Manager DaddyRodrigo. “I thought you said the Bay Ridge crowd would be with me.”  “Don’t worry Stud,” the Manager replied, “They just need to see your Muscle Hunk body.”  

Daddy Dom Sal and Patroclus arrived at the base of the metal steps and set down the Klismoi.  The Cocky Blonde Warrior stood to more cheers of the crowd and ascended the steps with a regal if not arrogant air, then vaulted into the ring over the top rope.  His 7.5” cock and balls jiggled in the black jock strap as he bounced from one barefoot to the other in the Bay Ridge Arena ring.  His thick dick appeared to be half hard.  Flashing a salacious grin, he slowly pulled the waistband of his jock down an inch to let the crowd see his cropped dirty blonde pubes and root of his cock.

“What a fucking tease!” said JoelAlphaHunk as he peered through the curtains at the show in the ring.  “I can’t wait to make him my Blonde Bitch Boi.”

“AND NOW,” the ring announcer shouted into the mic, “INTRODUCING YOUR TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED CHAMP, THE CARAMEL-COLORED MUSCLE HUNK FROM THE P.R., THE SEXY BEAST, JOEL ALPHA HUNK!!!”  DaddyRodrigo patted his Alpha Trainee on the back, and Joel strode through the curtains dressed in his tight red Speedos with his initials “JAH” in white across his ass.  He paused at the top of the ramp to acknowledge the thunderous cheers from the Bay Ridge crowd and went into a crab pose to show off his muscled upper back and shoulders and 20” biceps.  The fans went wild and chants of “JAH!  JAH!  JAH!” filled the old arena. 

The Champ marched down the ramp wearing his TSWF championship belt and keeping his gaze fixed on the Arrogant AchillesAdonis at center ring.  DaddyRodrigo—dressed in his green tank top and green Speedos—followed closely behind.  As the two Alpha Males arrived at the ring, JAH unfastened his belt and handed it to his Manager before walking up the steps.  He fist pumped for the crowd and stepped over the top rope to face the Blonde Challenger who had moved to his corner. 

“AND NOW, A SPECIAL TREAT FANS,” yelled the ring announcer, “INTRODUCING OUR GUEST REFEREE, A FAN FAVORITE, YOUR RETIRED CHAMP, BLACK ALPHA!!!” The crowd greeted the news enthusiastically as the 6’4” 245 pound Ebony Stud, wearing black Speedos and matching size 13 black boots, burst through the curtains and marched to the ring.  He waved to the adoring crowd.  BA had a 54” chest and dark brown nips, 24” biceps and 33” quads.  His head was bald and his face handsome.  He had cropped black pit hair and pubes.  His thick 9” cut cock was legendary, most recently used to fuck Patroclus after Achilles had demolished Cortez.  Speaking of Ross, Achilles’s Manager couldn’t keep his eyes of the retired Champ as he walked down the ramp.

Once in the ring, BlackAlpha motioned for the combatants to meet him at center ring.  “Okay, gents, tonight’s title match is No Holds Barred.  You can’t be disqualified.  Winner by KO or submission.  And,” he paused for effect, “Winner takes the loser to the locker room for ‘stakes’!  Got it?”  Both the Champ and the Cocky Blonde Gymnast nodded their agreement. 

Achilles smirked and said “I’m taking ‘stakes’ to a whole new level tonight.”  He looked JAH in the eye, adding.  “I hope your hole has been prepped Chump!”  Joel lunged at the Brash Contender but BlackAlpha and DaddyRodrigo quickly restrained him.  “None of that Champ, save it for the match!” barked BA.  The former Champ motioned both wrestlers back to their respective corners.

As the crowd tensed, BlackAlpha reached inside his black Speedos and adjusted his big black cock.  The sight of the Blonde Gymnast and his Manager, as well as the Champ and DaddyRodrigo, had got his juices flowing.  The Ebony Stud missed the ring and the spoils of victory.  Fucking Patroclus after the last match had got him thinking about a possible return to the ring.  But first things first.  He would declare a victor after this NHB match. 

BlackAlpha smiled and motioned for the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!  

JoelAlphaHunk and AchillesAdonis moved forward and started to circle each other.  JAH’s 230 pounds gave him a 45 pound weight advantage.  And his 6’3” height was six inches taller than the Bi-Curious Blonde Wrestler.  But the Latino Hunk Cortez had even greater physical advantages in the contender match only to be hung by the Greek Warrior from a chain until he was KO’d and unceremoniously dragged around the ring in a weighted net. 

Achilles grinned confidently then raised his forearms inviting the Champ to a test of strength.  JoelAlphaHunk responded in kind and the two Alpha Males clasped hands above their heads.  Joel stood over Achilles and looked down on his wavy blonde hair.  The Golden Warrior’s face pressed into Joel’s upper chest as he grunted loudly “NNNNGGGGHHHH!”

Slowly but surely the Champ used his strength to press the Blonde Gymnast backwards and down.  Achilles could feel JAH’s awesome power overwhelming his own as he droped to one knee then the other.  “LOOK AT YOU…ON YOUR KNEES ALREADY FOR ME!” taunted the P.R. Alpha Stud as he looked down on the fallen contender.  He dropped Achilles’ hands and immediately cupped his hands around the back of the Golden Boy’s head before pressing his handsome face into Joel’s crotch.  “NNNOOOOOOO!” groaned AA as he inhaled the Champ’s manly scent and felt his semi-hard cock.  The crowd loved the early humiliation of the Cocky Bi-Curious Wrestler.  

Joel snorted then SHOVED Achilles backwards and onto his back.  He reached down and grabbed the Blonde Gymnast by his ankles and dragged him to his corner where DaddyRodrigo eagerly awaited.  Before AA knew where he was, Joel got a fistful of the contender’s blonde hair and forced him back first up against the turnbuckles.  From outside the ring, Rodrigo grabbed both of Achille’s wrists and yanked them backwards, pinning the challenger in place.

Joel snorted at the sight of the Golden Boy’s exposed 50” smooth chest and washboard abs.  The black jock strap was tenting a bit and barely containing Achille’s 7.5” cut cock and balls.  “THOUGHT YOU WAS A STRAIGHT BOI!” JAH taunted.  He formed a fist in his right hand, reared back and pummeled the Greek Warrior’s abs in a barrage of punches.  POW!  “OOF!” POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  Achilles groaned in pain as he remained held in place by JAH’s Manager.  Suddenly, the Champ leaned in and applied CLAWS to both of his defined pecs.  “AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” cried the Blonde Boy as JAH dug ever more deeply into his nerve endings.  First ab abuse.  Now pec abuse.  The Bay Ridge crowd cheered wildly.

BlackAlpha approached and asked AchillesAdonis if he would submit.  The Golden Warrior—grimacing in almost unbearable pain—shook his head violently no.  As the Ebony Stud backed away, Joel finally released his talons, leaving deep red marks on both of Achille’s white-skinned pecs.  The Champ leaned closer until his lips nearly touched the challenger’s.  He said, “Deep down, you know you want a True Alpha’s big cock to fill your hole, to become a Bitch Boi!”  Achilles tried to turn his head sideways but as he did the Champ suddenly licked the side of his neck.  “FUCK YOU CHUMP!” yelled the Greek Warrior.  Joel laughed, reared back and BITCH SLAPPED Achilles.  SLAP!  SLAP!  DaddyRodrigo snorted, enjoying the Champ’s Alpha Male dominance.

JAH finally stepped back and nodded to Rodrigo to let go of AA’s wrists.  Angry more than humiliated, Achilles immediately sent a EURO UPPERCUT into the Champ’s jaw.  WHAM!  “UUGGHH!” Joel groaned as he staggered backwards.  WHAM!  “UUGGHHH!”  A second uppercut hit JAH’s jaw and rocketed him backwards onto his back.  The crowd was stunned at how quickly Achilles had recovered.  The challenger wasted no time jumping onto Joel’s chest, holding his arms above his head in a SCHOOL BOY PIN and pushing the bulge of his black jock into the Champ’s face.  “LIKE THAT PUSSY?” taunted the Cocky Bi-Curious Wrestler, “WE’LL SEE WHOSE COCK PLOWS WHOSE HOLE!”  JAH was still seeing stars from the two uppercuts and moaned unintelligibly into his tormentor’s pouch.  Now it was his turn to feel the hardness of AA’s jock-covered cock and inhale his musky scent. The fabric felt wet with sweat and maybe pre-cum.

Daddy Dom Sal and Patroclus watched from behind Achilles’ corner.  Both had big smiles on their face as the Golden Warrior took the Champ to school at center ring.  Sal glanced across the ring at the green-eyed DaddyRodrigo in his tight green tank top and Speedos.  He was so looking forward to claiming Rodrigo’s hole when this match was over.  Ross felt his 6” beer can cock stiffening under his golden skirt.  Maybe he’d actually flip fuck with BlackAlpha after the match.

The Cocky Bi-Curious Wrestler finally released Joel’s arms and sat back on his 50” brown chest.  He reached back and cupped JAH’s red Speedo-covered bulge then formed a BALL CLAW, DIGGING AND TWISTING the big nuts.  “AAARRRGGGHHHH!” screamed the Champ as his balls were manhandled.  BlackAlpha approached and asked Joel if he would submit.  The Champ shook his head no but tears of pain began flowing down his cheeks as his nuts were abused.  DaddyRodrigo began pacing in the corner, helpless to do anything.

Up in his sky box, the promoter Dandy Dawson was loving the action—the humiliation—in the ring.  What could go wrong?  Either AchillesAdonis would pull off another upset victory or the Blonde Gymnast would go down and be deflowered.  Dandy had outfitted the room with cameras and dungeon paraphernalia.  He hoped the video would generate higher sales than the one in which SwimmerBoy had fucked JAH on a hamstring weight machine in a hotel gym.  That one had become a best seller for the Tri-State Wrestling Fed.

Snorting, Achilles finally released his ball claw and stood up.  Still in agony, the Champ held his bulge and rolled around on the canvass.  The Greek Warrior’s jock strap was tenting so much, the crowd could see his smooth pink balls.  He adjusted his hard 7.5” cock so it rose diagonally across the front of the pouch.  He knew doing so would only make his fans in the crowed that much hornier.  The Blonde Gymnast ran back to his corner and instructed Patroclus “Get the retarius ready!” then he moved quickly back to center ring, jumped up and landed a huge LEG DROP on JAH’s abdomen.  BAM!  “OOOHHHFFFF” gasped the Caramel-Colored Muscle Stud as he jackknifed upwards and tried to breathe.  

Achilles wasted no time in climbing the ropes in the nearby neutral corner.  As the fans began chanting “ADONIS!  ADONIS!  ADONIS!” the Golden Warrior stood up on the top ropes, then crouched and DIVED off the ropes aiming his right elbow at JoelAlphaHunk’s solar plexus.  But the Champ was recovered enough to roll away at the last moment.  AchillesAdonis SLAMMED into the mat shaking the ring.  His muscled body flopped around the ring from the violent impact.  JAH rose unsteadily by the ropes.  Then he heard Patroclus’s meek voice “It’s not here.  The retarius isn’t under the ring where I stashed it!”  Joel looked over at Rodrigo who was smiling.  

The Champ grinned back and suddenly had an idea.  He slowly peeled down his red Speedos as the crowd roared to life on his side, chanting, “JAH!  JAH!  JAH!”  His 9” uncut cock sprang free.  It was impressively erect.  A string of pre-cum dripped from the swollen head.  Achilles had stopped flopping around the canvass and now stared up at the big black cock.  Before he could react, the Champ came up behind him and shoved his blonde head through the leg holes of his red Speedos.  He then began choking Achilles’ with the Speedos, causing the Blonde Warrior to gasp and wheeze “AAAGGGGGHHHH!”

He yanked Achilles to his feet by the makeshift Speedo noose and pulled him to the nearby ropes.  His hard cock bounced as he moved and more pre-cum droplets hit the mat.  The fans who had been chanting “ADONIS!” were now yelling “HANG THE BITCH!”  AchillesAdonis’s face was turning red.  He believed in karma and worried that what had gone around was about to come around.  He was only surprised it might happen so quickly.  The Cocky Bi-Curious Wrestler frantically tried to get his hands between the red Speedos and his neck.  Too late.  JAH TWISTED the Speedos hard and FLIPPED the Blonde Muscle Boi up and over the top rope.  The crowd roared.  Karma is a bitch.

The Greek Warrior’s 5’9” body hung outside the ropes by the red Speedo wrapped around his neck.  The Champ still clung on to the Speedos and leaned back in the ring to apply maximum pressure.  Achilles’s arms and legs flailed.  His choking sounds were drowned out by the din of the frenzied crowd.  He was going down.  It was more like hubris—fitting for a Cocky Greek Warrior—than karma.  His legs slowed.  His arms fell by his side.  His head slumped.

BlackAlpha reached over the top rope and held up Achilles’s right arm.  He let it go and it fell down.  PLOP!  He did it again and another PLOP!  Finally a third time.  PLOP!  The Ebony Stud motioned for the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!

JoelAlphaHunk grinned victoriously and let go of the red Speedos.  He watched sculpted body of AchillesAdonis, the Blonde Warrior, slide off the apron onto the padded floor.  He was face down.  His bare ass cheeks in the black jock pointed skyward.  “Such a fine ass!” the Champ growled.  He saw that Daddy Dom Sal and Patroclus were paralyzed in their Achilles’s corner.  He ordered them “GET TO THE FUCKING LOCKER ROOM IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU JOBBERS!”  

DaddyRodrigo approached Joel from behind.  “I have something for you Champ!”  Expecting to see his TSWF title belt, JAH turned to see DR holding out the retarius, the golden weighted net.  “You’re a fucking lifesaver DR!” exclaimed Joel as he embraced his Manager.  He took the heavy net over to the ropes.  Like a fisherman casting a net overboard, the Champ flung the net over the Blonde Muscle Boy’s KO’d body.  He vaulted over the top rope and jumped from the apron down to the floor.  Joel quickly rolled Achilles’s body into the net and tied it shut.

Suddenly, there was a roar of a motorcycle and the spotlight moved to the top of the ramp where none other than bare-chested BlackAlpha sat on a Harley.  He drove down the ramp and came around to where JoelAlphaHunk stood over Achilles’s netted body.  “All yours Champ!” said BA as he got off the motorbike.  “Thanks Champ!” said JAH in a nod of respect.  He added “I’ve been reading up on my Greek history.  After Achilles slayed Hector, in retaliation for Hector’s killing of his best friend and lover Patroclus, Achilles used his chariot to drag the dead Hector’s body by his heels.  Well, maybe this is Hector’s revenge!”  

Still naked and hard as a rock, Joel bent down and attached a rope from the Harley with two large hooks to the retarius’s netting.  Just then he noticed the Golden Boy was waking up.  “What…what?… where am I?” he said groggily.  JAH flashed another grin and hopped on the motorcycle.  He hollered, “YOU’VE BEEN…NETTED BITCH!”  DaddyRodrigo mounted the back seat of the Harley and put his arms around the Champ’s sweaty mid-torso.  

JoelAlphaHunk gunned the engine and began driving the bike around the ring on the padded floor.  The Golden Boy’s muscled body tumbled inside the net like clothes in a dryer as it was dragged behind the Harley.  Joel did one victory lap and decided to take another to the delight of the crowd.  “FUCK, FUCK, PLEASE, PLEASE, I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!  I GIVVEEEEEEEEE!!!” screamed the Soon-to-be-Fucked Blonde Wrestler as his body was dragged mercilessly around the floor.

After lap three, Joel turned the bike onto the arena ramp and drove up it towards the curtains.  He flashed his biggest grin yet as he drove through the curtains to the locker room.  The last thing the audience saw was the Helpless Muscle Boy entangled in the golden weighted net being dragged through the same curtains.

Dandy Dawson clapped loudly along with the Bay Ridge fans.  What a show!  The Champ had done a masterful job of turning the tables on the Arrogant Adonis.  And he was the first TSWF Champ since VinnyMuscleStallion to defend his title successfully.  The announcer advised the crowd “STAY IN YOUR SEATS, THE ENTERTAINMENT PORTION OF OUR SHOW IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!”

(To be continued.)

Fucking snobs.

They think just because I wear this one-piece navy blue jumpsuit all day everyday just to make a few dollars above minimum wage it gives them the right to talk to me any kind of fucking way! Actually, the last two ends ain’t entirely true. For one thing, I rake in a tad bit more than the Average Corporate Joe ‘cause I really put in some real work with these two beefy hands. And two, when a regular customer gets a look at my shaven scalp and red bandage-wide soul patch with a wedge of my colorful tattoo showing across either my broad neck or pec they automatically give me the utmost respect as Satan’s little redneck helper.

If I wanted to start this right maybe I should start from the beginning, huh?

In the beginning there was an Asshole who fathered a Meathead that turned around and produced a Pipsqueak. The Asshole, grandfather of said Pipsqueak, gave Pipsqueak a key to a townhouse that wasn’t ready to be moved into yet. But rather than tell the fucking little shithead to go fuck himself to pass the time, Pipsqueak chose to complain to Asshole (that also doubled as the property developer) who called upon crews of men to work around the clock to get that one free townhouse livable while a couple of hundred units that have already been paid for sit and wait for their completion. Talking to the different guys working on this particular project, I knew my number was coming up. I just wasn’t expecting it to pop up on poker night.

Had better circumstances prevailed, I would’ve happily told Pipsqueak and his malignant Asshole to go suck a fat lemon. Unfortunately, I was venturing out on my own in the cable installation business, and the Asshole himself promised me a lineup of jobs–if I didn’t fuck this up. So, I kept my tongue buried in my teeth, and turned my happy ass back around to service the Asshole Master.

Except for Pipsqueak’s townhouse, most of the surrounding buildings were wood-beamed skeleton. So, his house wasn’t hard to find in the wave of new construction, considering the two others around him were just slapped with faces just so his home didn’t stand out like a lone star.

“Where have you been?” Pipsqueak answered the door, in his robe, angrily, and pulling me and my clipboard inside.

“Sir, I came over as soon as Mr. Paddington called…that was barely ten minutes ago.” I said as any resemblance to the only apology that bastard was going to get out of me.

“That can’t be!” Pipsqueak whined, heading down the long narrow hallway that ran parallel to a decadent staircase of nude male models. “I told him I needed it done by tonight so I could watch myself on TV.”

I took his disappearing act into a far-off room as my cue to follow him.

“I know nothing about that, sir. All I can tell you is he just told me about it ten minutes ago, look,” I said, opening up my cell phone to my last received call.

It was a great mark against the service industry, people thinking that were are not always timely just because. And I was more than happy to dismiss it since I was a fresh entrepreneur just starting out.

“Oh,” he ended, too stubborn to offer an apology.

“So what’s seems to be the problem?”

“It would seem to me that the cable guy is here because I need some cable!” Pipsqueak snapped, obviously with a ting of sarcasm in his voice.

I was thinking he needed my foot up his ass, but managed to mumble, “You need something alright.”

I should have said it loud and clear, screaming it from the top of the mountain. What was bleach-blonde pretty boy pipsqueak like him going to do to a strapping hairy bastard like myself? He was a lanky little pipsqueak with bony cheeks and a butt chin to spare. I will admit the SOB was attractive for his kind. He could have been more so if he wasn’t trying to cling onto the hope of being eighteen again rather than beefing up and not shaving off the proverbial chest hair to become a real man. Was it not for the threat of his asshole grandfather, I might’ve chased him around the house with a tent in my pants just for the hell of it. He was obviously queer. He probably would’ve accidentally “tripped”, snatched off his tidy whiteys, and spread his barely-there ass cheeks right there on the floor as subtle rebuttal.

“Calling the cable guy can mean several things, sir.” I said, gritting my teeth. “It could mean that you never had cable, the cable went out, water in the line, etc, etc.”

As a proud gay redneck, it always bothered me we gays were the snobbish of them all, especially those that were fortunate to own homes that honestly believed it was a queer world after all. Like this pipsqueak.

“Well,” he conceded. “I never had cable installed.”

“Good, then, I can hook you up.” I said, checking the wall to make sure it had a wall plate for cable in the room. For the dumbest reasons, people will put a television on the furthest wall away from the connection and then get mad at me because I tell them that they must get an extra-long cord to connect the wall plate to the TV or they have to move their furniture to where it would be more practical. Fortunately for him, the Pipsqueak wasn’t as dumb as he looked, putting this huge armoire in the corner next to the outlet with someone considerate enough to install a double jack (phone and cable).

“Mind?” I asked, trying to move the armoire away from the corner.

He was helpful, grunted a little that he was the help. But the pipsqueak helped nonetheless in fear I might just by “mistake” let the television fall out of the armoire, ruining his chances of watching television for awhile.

“Remember, telephone and internet is hooked up to the same line part of my package deal.” He noted.

“Alright. And all of them are going to be in here?”

He nodded in agreement.

I went to work. In some cases, I went beyond the call of duty (to impress his grandfather), hooking up the cable line to the television and connecting the phone line to his power pack to venture off to the telephone connections as well as the internet connection.

“Television, you say?” I asked, checking all the apparent connects to the electronics.

“What…Joel,” he said, reading my nametag on my jumper.

“You said you were going to be on TV tonight when I came through the door.”

“Yeah…on HGTV. I was a featured painter on Designer Final. Well, not actually featured. More like on there helping a good friend. But I was on there. I had to sign a release form and everything.”

“Cool,” I was saying before anything about what he said and laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“You,” I blurted. “No offense, I just have a hard time picturing you picking up a paintbrush.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Pipsqueak inquired asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“That.” I pointed.

It was that, along with the old idea of painters I had grown up with in my mind. Back when some of the neighbors came together to help out an elderly family paint their house, there was never a skinny man in the bunch. Sure, some were wiry, but nevertheless each of them had ridiculously thick forearms to support holding a paintbrush for hours on end without even a hint of fatigue. As a teenager I even joked to myself that they were getting the practice in by messing with their own paintbrushes. Pipsqueak, on the other hand, looked as if he would give up the tango with a paint roller shy of five minutes.

“Just because I’m—

I cut him off. “If you stand there and say something to the effect that I said something because you’re gay, I might just beat the shit out of you.”

By the look on his face, I had truly hurt his feelings.

“Just remember this for me: Not every gay man wears his sexuality on his sleeve.” I added.

He asked shocked “You?”

“What? You can’t hear?”

“But you’re—

“What? A serviceman or is it being a redneck? Pure ignorance, I suppose…on your part.” I ended.

I checked the connections one last time before turning everything on to make sure everything was working accordingly. With his face covered in yolk, he quietly hooked up his computer and telephone, slowly taking the wire from the power pack and hooking one up to the telephone and other to the surf box and the port box.

“Don’t worry, bub, you were no match for me.” I smiled. “I deal with snobs everyday that feels like the whole world owes them a favor every time they get out of bed!”

“I am not a snob.” Pipsqueak protested.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Andy,” he shied.

I asked, “Andy, as in just like your grandfather, Andy?”

He nodded.

“Andy, trust me when I say that you are more of a snob than anybody I know.” I said, turning on his television with the sizable spaceship remote, flipping through all the cable channels and such. I left the silence alone for awhile, hoping he would think about what I had said. I wasn’t trying to be mean to the snot. I was just being truthful–from an observance. “Do you know what channel your show is on?”

“Thirty-something or another,” Andy guessed.

I scored the thirty-something block of stations, lucking up on HGTV around channel fifty-two or fifty-three just in time to watch him paint a small piece of wall before the camera cut back over to the carpenter sawing off some of wood.

“I guess my job is done.” I said, crawling off the floor after reaching my clipboard and briefly filling my services rendered slip. “And if I can get you to sign this.”

He signed the clipboard. I handed him his receipt and trailed down the long hallway. I had almost reached the front door when he shouted. “I am not a snob, you know.”

I turned around and laughed. “What are you, then? ‘cause I have yet to hear a ‘thank you’ or you being hospitable enough to offer me something to drink or even a tip for coming along so impromptu. Because if it wasn’t for me just leaving this place, I could’ve easily told your grandfather to fuck off until tomorrow since I can’t claim any extra money off this project. That is another thing; he should’ve never let you moved in here in the first place. Step outside and look at the half-finished townhouses around you. Only a snob could bitch his way into getting a finished free townhouse before people who actually paid for theirs.”

“Okay, I get your point.” He conceded.

“I don’t think you do, Andy. Not with you snubbing your nose at me as soon as I came through the door. I should’ve just punched you in the throat for fucking up my poker night.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, though it carried out the door and the hall.

“Come again now?”

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“Thank you.” I emphasized. “See, how easy that was.”

Andy was still unwavering, choosing to instead offer me a beer.

I accepted. I knew it was hard for a snob like him to get off his high horse like that. I followed the poor snot into the kitchen which wasn’t nearly as fancy as his den, but it made an impression, nonetheless. Along with an ice-cold beer, he offered me a seat at the counter and gave me a twenty-dollar tip for my time. It wasn’t much, but it was one less thing I could complain about to him. He even tried finding some common ground for us to engage in. But his taste was too highfalutin for a mere cable guy that only has three things on his mind at any given time.

He started in on his life, about his grandfather spoiling him while his parents tried to raise him right. When his parents could no long meet his ever-constant demands, he went to live with his grandfather that treated him like gold. Disappointingly, he was never asked to reciprocate with gratitude, and found cocking an attitude with others gave him the title of being a bitch. Because his grandfather continuously flipped the bill, he learned that money talked above all else. And, of course, nobody ever questioned that except for one guy in his life named Jimmy.

The story wasn’t the typical fuck story where the two men played around with one another before fucking around. No sir. Andy was to Martin as Jimmy was to Nelson (after The Simpsons characters grew up and perhaps submitted to their homoerotic desires as pussy and protector). Not exactly high school sweethearts but knew each other well growing up. But the summer after graduation, the two ran into each other at a leather bar, and Jimmy fucked Andy across the pool table for the whole world to see. Andy pointed out that during and afterwards, he felt like a total man-whore.

“And you’re telling me all this because?” I asked nonchalantly sipping on my beer and nibbling on some fancy cheese and crackers.

“I just wanted you to know I have not always been a total snob.” He delicately swirls his wine goblet.

“What? Either you’re a total snob or a total slut?”

“Not exactly, but close,” Andy winked.

I have never been the kind to let subtle gestures go unnoticed, so I called him out on it. “A bare bottom gets further with me than a weak wink.”

Andy snickered.

“Do I look like I am joking? I mean if you want me to whip out this redneck dick just let me know. I will whip it out on you so fast that you’ll be suing me for dick-whiplash!” I laughed.

“I would like to see that!” He said with a nervous laugh.

I was on the verge of pulling off my jumpsuit when he asked me to keep on my uniform calling me handsomely rugged and uncouth. “So? I’m like the Cable Guy on TV, ‘I getter done.’ I don’t have time for dillydally.”

Andy gulped down the last of his wine. “I’m not holding you up from doing something else, am I?”

“Nope,” I answered, looking at my watch and realizing that an hour had passed since I came through the door. “I missed my poker game by an hour, and the buy-in this late in the game would be astronomical without a good pot built up.”

“Who do you play with?” He inquired, though the look in his eyes said he was looking for some explicit escapades during our games. Never being one to disappoint–I, being the cable guy, coming at you with a selection of channels–I told him about some of the servicemen I engaged in playing poker with, from the drywall hangers to the tile setters to the big shot independent iron workers that makes time for the lowly union man. Of course, I threw in a couple of X-rated stories that were to certainly pique his snobbish and sluttish interests. From time to time, we had an insulator on his knees catching our hot spunk in his mouth for the mounting debt he owed us, to the time we forced an electrical apprentice to be our slut slave for the week just because. And there was no way I could resist, though, I didn’t even bother trying, of how we converted that virgin chute into one of the sluttiest holes this side of the pond, handsomely noting that he gave up his budding career as a talented plumber to be a porn star power bottom that specializes in getting gang banged across this great land.

“Looks like you’re kinda dry, Andy?” I commented to his stunned face.

I reach over the counter and swatted his crotch to find a boner pressing through his underwear.

“Let me rephrase that, kinda, well, eh?” I laughed, taking my last swig of beer. “Let me know when you want me to hook you up. Stick this dick up in you so fast, you’ll be crying for weeks…if not become a porn star solely on me.”

I got up from the counter and headed back down the hallway, leaving Poor Andy to himself. Rather than leave the townhouse, I quietly made my way up the stairs to the landing where I slowly unzipped my jumpsuit down to free my hairy chest and sweaty cock.

Once Andy made his way down the long hallway, checking out every room along the way for me, he chose to look up the stairs instead of out the door to find my cock jutting down at him. “Like I said before, I don’t beat around the bush.”

“What is it that you want me to do, Joel?” He said, trembling up the stairs.

“Whatever comes natural?”

Almost as if he was in a trance, Andy came rushing up the stairs with his mouth wide open ready to salivate on my hung meat. He was pretty good at the mouth-worshiping thing and tongue-bathing my orbs, working them every which way but loose. Because I have somewhat of a thick porky cock the last thing I was worried about was coming too soon. Still, though, I couldn’t resist encouraging him by emulating some of my favorite porn stars as he nearly unhinged his jaw to satisfy his need to slurp my cock.

“This was all you wanted, huh? I could tell that was all you wanted when I came through that door.” I said, coming off sympathetic to his plight. He wasn’t so much a snob, as he was an uptight prick who had gone too long without nursing a nice supple cock with a nipple head. “Ain’t that right?”

Andy said nothing, but his long-lasting cock slurping said it all with it dripping heavily with his saliva. I managed to peel off my jumper by then, totally nude, thanks to my forgetfulness to throw on a pair of boxers after a wank session last night. But Andy remembered, tossing off his robe in the throws of passion. As it was hard to make it passed his pink lips wrapped around my cock, I saw that his was imprisoned by his white cotton briefs, straining to break free.

“Take ‘em off,” I commanded, pulling out and smearing his thick spit back in his face with my cock.

He obliged, stuffing my cock back into his mouth.

“Had you just taken them off when I got here I could have been in that sweet butthole as we speak.”

He pulled off, and laughs. “You know I’m a snob. I had to put up a fuss.”

I pulled his head back on my cock. “No. You’re not a snob; you’re my slut for the night.”

“For…the…night,” he growled in a muffled scream with me fucking the lights out of his sweet mouth like a well-oiled piston machine on the landing of those stairs.

Poor Andy Boy practically turned red in the face trying to stir out a drop of precum. I tried telling the bastard I wasn’t like most of the snobbish pieces of shit he was accustomed to. No sir. I was in for the long haul. That was all he needed to hear as he eagerly got me further up the stairs to his bland bedroom. Colorful condoms and flavored lubes were sprinkled with a light dust atop his nightstands, but everything was up to snuff (date wise) as he laid me out on the bed and put a condom on me with his mouth. With the help of me fingering his moist backhole with some tasty lube, he rode my cock like a pogo stick. When it was obvious he was getting tired of taking care of himself, especially after he came on my fur, I climbed on top of and damn near slammed him into the headboard. (Don’t worry, where I had my arms against his shoulders, he wasn’t about to go anywhere with his legs wrapped tightly around my waist.)

Covered with sweat working his tireless hole as it was working my cock, I saw a swing in the corner of the room after I wiped my eyes with his bed sheets. “Change of venue?”

He nodded.

And with that, I pierced his hole to the hilt and lifted him off the bed just to plop him down in the swing, cursing myself for missing that huge netted swing in that bland bedroom to begin with. It wasn’t like I know a ton of people that owned one, so whenever I get a chance to use one I seize it, figuring it was much better for their back than the metal drum in the back of my trailer that I usually fuck ‘em on. Taking his ass my way on that swing was sweet. His ankles in my hands, screaming his fucking head off begging to be fucked like the slut he was, like the filthy good-for-nothing slut I was making him out to be. Although there were a couple of times when I found myself balancing myself on the ball of my feet when it was totally unnecessary.

“Oh, you fucking slut. I’m gonna cum.” I said not being able to take his ceaseless screaming in my ear anymore. I dramatically snatched my cock out of his well used hole and unloaded my hot stick spunk right there on his tiny flat stomach.

“Oh yeah, fuck! Yeah! Yeahh! Yeahhh!”

Being the gentleman, like I am, I played with his battered hole as he came for a second time. After that though, I slapped on my navy-blue jumper and ran out of the house like a teenage boy afraid to get caught by a set of angry parents. I can’t say I ever saw Andy again. It wasn’t like he didn’t try to get in contrast with me, getting his asshole of a grandfather to call me every other day to “fix” the cable. But like most snobs, he wanted to make a good fuck the bases of a relationship.

Snobs. So fucking easy.

Horny Leo, the successful wrestlers and Brett, the lustful tall center on our high school basketball team and I were scheduled to have a wild three way at the hotel on Saturday and Sunday. When I arrived around noon on Saturday rock hard and filled with desire for a three way weekend of naughty man sex and went up to the room where sexy Leo having already checked in, I rang the bell and holy fuck Leo opens the door with only a towel covering that hunks’ crotch, He pulls me inside, uses his naked foot to close the door as he puts me in a tight beer hug as his huge 9 inch cock is pushing the towel way out. I instantly feel that giant cock push hard into my silk gym shorts that I am wearing. I have on a tank top and tennis shoes along with carrying an athletic bag full, of clothes. I drop the bag and go for it with hot wrestler Leo. He pushes my back up against the wall, drives his almost naked body hard into my body, places his large wrestling hands to the back of my head, pulls my face into his waiting open mouth as he parts my lips with his huge wet warm tongue driving that tongue to the back off my throat. Soon our mouths are full of warm salvia creating wet kissing resulting in out tongues battling for position–the wild kissing has turned into the sexiest French kissing with both of us wild with lust as our cocks are iron hard. The smell of Leo’s fresh showered body, wet hair and the feel of our melting bodies into each other as we wildly kiss and our humping our bodies hard into each other has us ready to shoot that quickly. As a shy gay dude only four days away from a virgin after being fucked by those three 22 year old hot jocks at the hotel over there nights, I was ready to be a total whore and slut especially by this hunk of a man that I had dreamed about making love to for at least the last two years. Man, he is a true Greek god.  

Leo and I continue to kiss hard and then he takes a hand and runs it down to my crotch, grabs my protruding cock pushing my silk shorts very far out as I begin to leak precum wetting my gym shorts and wetting his hand as that was too much for Leo. He stops kissing me, pushes me back and gets down on his knees lowering my shorts as I am going commando then naked before his eyes as my 7 inch cock hits him in the face.

That was too much for this horny over heating guy Leo. He grabs my throbbing cock tab the base and starts kissing, licking and spitting on my cock head that is spewing my juices on his tongue. He sucks hard milking more of my juices on his tongue that he swallows as he goes mmmm, so good. Now he is out of control like a wild animal as he swallows my whole cock down to the root and goes wild going deep and off my young dick over and over making sloppy sounds driving me wild for him to not stop as I moan and thrust my hips forward getting sucked for only the fourth time since last weekend by those three 22 year old honey jocks. Man Leo is only 18 but already a very experienced cock sucker with his buddy Brett, the basketball star.

We both began to sweat and lust for each other. He continues to suck my cock as he takes a hand and begins to play with my puckering ass until he is ready to use his middle finger to open up my young pink pussy. I beg for him to finger fuck me and soon he takes a second and then a third finger opening my ass wide open. He locates my prostate (G-Spot) and plays with that swollen prostate as he continues to suck my blood filled cock that puts me over the edge. I explode with a gigantic load of my seed deep in his throat. The load is so large that he begins to gag swallowing part of my semen with about half running out of his mouth and down his chin. WOW we are just getting started and I have already shot my load.

As he kisses me again, we share my warm thick white protein filled cum. That sets Leo into action. He picks me up and takes me over to the king sized bed and places me down on the bed on my back as he takes off my tank top and my shoes now I am totally naked. He stands by the side of the bed and begins to stretch that amazing beautiful dark smooth almost hairless ripped wrestler’s body including his big biceps, hard abs, massive chest with breasts the size of a woman’s breasts and huge brown nipples above average size, spreads those muscled legs and thick thighs, jerks that horse sized cock, winks at me causing my just emptied cock to begin stiffen again as says in a very sexy voice: “Hey Mick, my hot slutty buddy, Brett cannot come after all, he just learned that he is meeting with a university basketball recruiter so it us just us two baby and you really want me don’t you? Look at that just emptied cock is begging for me again. I want you and that sexy man pussy just for myself and satisfaction. Man you’re so cute and hot. I am ready to make your world turn upside down. Now you’re all mine. You will never forget this weekend and my hot body and eager cock no matter how many fucking horny guys fuck that sexy ass in the future after this night.”  

That makes me wild with lust and my cock begins to beg for more of this hot jock as I say: “OH HELL YES, USE ME LEO, I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH, USE ME ALL WEEKEND, TAKE ME AND DO WAHT YOU WANT TO ME, I AM ALL YOURS.”

That set Leo into action as his face begin to show pure animal lust. He goes over to a bag and pulls out a double head thick black dildo, gets up on the bed, spreads my legs wide and rams one end of that huge thick black dildo deep into my ass, he gets down with his ass facing my ass filled with one end of that snake and shoves the other end of that dildo into his brown puckering asshole. We begin to push our ass toward each other and for the longest time we get fucked by that giant dildo as we grunt, moan and talk dirty. Leo says: “FUCK YEA, FUCK YEA, YOU DIRTY DILDO FUCK MY ASS, HEY MICK HOW DOES THAT BIG DILDO FEEL UP YOUR MAN PUSSY, DO YOU LIKE GETTING FUCKED BY THAT DILDO? THIS IS GETTING YOU READY FOR MY BIG MISSILE.”

“OH FUCK YEA LEO, IT FEELS GREAT BUT I REALLY WANT THE REAL THING, YOUR BIG HARD GIANT COCK DEEP INSIDE ME.”

We let that giant dildo fuck our young fresh asses for some five minutes as our ass muscles squeeze that black dude.

As I was eager for Leo’s next move (Man his half African American and half Latino ancestry along with his developed wrestling jock frame), I was crazed for his body and have him control me in any way he wanted. I was his as long as he wanted me, his complete bitch.

 Then he makes his next move as I feel shivers and goose bumps rip my whole body. He gets us to move on the bed as my face is in his crotch and his face touches my crotch and we begin a sexy wild 69 sucking of each others hard beating cock spewing precum in our mouths. Holy shit, the smell of his fresh showered crotch including his balls, cock and ass has me ready to cum. For the next 10 minutes, we suck cock, kiss and suck those red hard balls holding all that baby making juice, put those nuts in our mouths, rim those asses kissing and sucking on those puckering man pussies, and ramming fingers deep in those man pussies.. We are beyond any possible wild animal beastly desires. We are in a state of hot sweaty conditions with the smell of man sex like I was experiencing for the first time. I am experiencing the best feeling ever not any idea that man sex could be the best feeling ever. I could die a happy man at this moment.

Finally, it was time to take Leo’s dark cock into my body. He decides on several hot positions hoping he will not come until he has shown me a wild time. Man I am falling in love with this Greek god, oh how I am ready to be fucked by this jock for hours.

We get off the bed and this strong jock puts me up in his strong arms facing him as I place my feet and legs around his lower back and my arms around his neck as I feel his pulsating diamond hard cock slide all the way into my ass as he shoves me up against the wall. He begins to thrust harder and harder as his cock goes balls deep into my ass and almost all the way back out over and over. The fuck becomes so wild as my back and head bumps hard into the wall. As the fuck becomes more and more amazing, Leo begins to kiss me running his tongue deep into my throat as his cock explores every inch of my ass including the cock head drives deep into my G-Spot causing me to cry out in pure pleasure. Also my steel hard cock is driven hard into Leo’s abs leaking precum on his body that causes him to become even more horny. Man the fuck is so great and our mouths are full of gobs of spit as I feel his precum wetting deep into my pussy. We fuck in this position fro some ten minutes avoiding coming. 

Then Leo says: “Hey baby (0h he calls me baby for the first time, wow), “are your ready for my big cock in another hot position” as I say “OH YES.”

He puts me down on the bed on my back with my feet and legs hanging over the edge as I spread my legs wide. Leo looks deep into my eyes with pure lust, he stands up and moves his crotch and stiff cock down to my exposed ass and with one hard thrust that cock goes balls deep into my enter wet ass. He uses  that jock body to thrust his entire body forth as he fucks me rough, hard and. deep. I moan and scream from the feeling of my ass filled to the brim with that large young 18 year old manhood. That cock moves all over my ass walls as I feel the veins in his manhood against my soft velvet ass walls. He fucks me for a long time as he grunts, spits on my face and is in a pure desire to make me his bitch. 

Finally tired from standing and fucking me so rough, he pulls out that mighty hard cock and has me get on my stomach on the bed, he places a pillow under my crotch and hips causing my ass to move high and exposed. I fell him spread my legs wide giving him a perfect angle to plunge his cock deep in me with one thrust. As I feel his cock moving all over my ass, soon he puts his body down on my back and as he fucks me he begins to kiss my neck until I reach my head around and we kiss. After he has fucked me for a long time as our very warm bodies are flesh on flesh driving us almost insane with desire for each other, he gets off me, turns me over on my back, puts my feet and legs up on his broad shoulders, lowers his wet warm crotch down to my open puckering man pussy and drives that now very familiar cock all the way inside my ass and begins to fuck me harder and harder lie never before. As he becomes more turned on, he lowers his face and begins to spit gobs and gobs of warm salvia all over my face and into my mouth making me so horny but before he begins to kiss me wildly. I am beyond any lust I had ever had before.

Then I feel his cock head swell inside my pussy and he lets out a huge grunt and one more hard thrust as he explodes as I feel his warm cum engulfing my pussy that causes me to explode dumping a huge steam of my cum all over our bodies. Now we both are coved in that white cream until he pulls out his softening giant tool. He has me lick that cum covered cock clean and then he gets down and licks up my cum of our bodies next he sucks his cum as it runs out of my ass–we kiss again and enjoy the fruits of both of our seeds. 

We take a long warm shower and out to eat. I am sure you readers know we sucked cock, rimmed ass and fucked for the entire weekend before going to class on Monday. We shared every detail of our hot fucking story with Brett on Monday and he begged me for his turn to have a wild weekend that I assured him I wanted as bad as he did. But I still want Leo more than any other dude. 

THIS IS HOW MICK BECAME A SLUT AFTER LOOSING HIS VIRGINITY TO THOSE THREE HOT 22 YEAR OLD JOCKS AT THE HOTEL WHERE HE WAS A BUSBOY !!!!!

NOTE TO MY BUDDY JOSEPH: I am thinking about you and so horny, I hope you really get off from this latest story of mine.  XOXOXOXO Eric 

 

“Bring that sweet, candied ass into my office…now!” Coach Leavenworth snarled, standing in the door of his basement office athwart from the showers and locker room I was exiting.

I knew it was coming. I felt it. I went off his script, off his plan. And although we won the game based on my defiance, in his eyes it was still defiance.

He knew I knew what was coming. He thought he was getting an early start getting under my skin, knowing how badly I hated being called Sweet Candied Ass, so I looked at him dead on. What was he going to do? Sit me out next game? I tried to contain the anger boiling inside of me along with the clouding fear one of my teammates might have heard him. I tried, but I couldn’t stop myself from cutting my eyes and mean-mugging the short bastard with the Napoleon complex.

“I don’t give a shit about you rolling your fucking eyes at me! Because the next place they will be rolling is out your head and on the floor!”

I limped into his office, fully comprehending if he had to repeat himself it wasn’t going to be good for me.

“What kind of shit was that, Wes?”

 

Shit that won the game! I could’ve easily thrown in his face that we, as a team, were victorious because of my move. I could have reiterated the picture was weak and that we were scoring homeruns off him as if was a bitch in heat and everybody up to bat was taking a turn. There was absolutely no point to hit as sorry as he pitched, being a bunt or anything sort of weak swing.

“Leadership,” I paused after some heavy consideration. “Leadership you’ve taught me in this program, coach. It’s a decision I standby.” I said, remembering his infinite speeches that if anybody went off script it better be a good winnable move.

I knew though, no matter what I said to him, what I did, his way or my way, he was going to find fault with it.

Like the saying goes, we were at the end of our road.

I bet our story plays out on college campuses everywhere, every year:

Small town boy stars as a big fish in his small-town pond, soon discovers as a freshman at a big university he is nothing more than a guppy swimming in an ocean. As a freshman, he is the rookie of the bunch. He receives little if no love on campus. Because his regimen is so strict to keep his scholarship, he is restricted to study and playing ball. He has no room to fraternize. His books and his playbooks become his frat brothers. His coach notices his eagerness and puts him in where another player is out. He is good, but not great. He has great potential however but lacks practice and discipline for advance skill. The coach takes him under his wing and gives him the tools. The player lives for this. The coach becomes the mentor he needs, learning the ins and outs of his player, their strengths, their weaknesses, and their intricacies. He comes across the golden nugget that his player is lonely, very lonely, and homesick. He is lonely because he is at the bottom of the totem pole, and he hasn’t quite yet learned that for him to come up that there’s a cost to pay to be the boss.

A couple of attaboys here and a few congrats there along with a pat on the shoulder that moves from the broad of your back to the small of it mixed with a couple of in-your-face pleasantries and soon enough there is new narrative to your story. Warm breath kissing his sweet young player face, gives him something to think about for a few nights alone in his dorm room tossing and turning with an incredible hard-on in his hand. The coach makes his moves pressing close against his pupil, holds him in a way a man in authority shouldn’t hold his underling with his long thick erection jabbing right their at his inner thigh.

‘I’m not gay,’ his naïve player says or tries telling himself.

The coach says something to the effect like ‘nobody has to know’ or ‘I’m not either’ or ‘if you’re secure with your manhood you can’t be gay.’

He reaches out and touches the nervous scared eighteen-year-old dick before him, trapped in its prison of polypropylene doubleknit.

The coach goes for broke. Touching and feeling, groping and caressing that doesn’t feel like anything the boy has ever felt before—not even when he jerks off. The emotions are so strong, so raw, that it is all an orgasmic blur.

He knows his subordinate is got, ready to be had.

He wants his reciprocation.

He somehow talks his player to drop to his knees to face the enormous flesh monster that belongs to neither human nor beast, attacking his groin. He tells his player that for now he needs not to worry about anything but the tip, the head, or the technical term, the glans.

His player nervously but enthusiastically obliges, taking instruction well, licking as if it was a cool flavored Popsicle. Round and round, back and forth; almost as if he’s got an itch that can’t be scratched at the roof of his mouth.

His player goes at it.

The coach comes.

No warning.

Coach wants the thrill of watching his player try and spit it all out. He knows a drizzle with seep down his throat. Peters out long before it enters his stomach. What excites him most is regardless of how much his player tries to scrape the taste of him off his tongue, here is always the hidden knowledge that he came there.

His is the first to have the boy like that.

He will be remembered a long time from now, at night, at a bar over beer when he coaxes a married trucker out for a spin outback with his acquired skills over the years.

His player is highly confused. What the hell just happened?

In that day or that night or a week or two or a month later, the coach convinces his curious player it is only fair they go all the way. It is only fair. He knows the trucks, suck and then finger fuck. Eat him out to let his inner banshee out and finger fucks him again. A rubber and a lube pack just happen to be nearby. Ass up face down in the soft suffocating pillows and pow! stuck him right in his sweet tender ass! It feels like a mighty python is snaking up the unforgiving tubing of guts as the coach tells him that once he gets it all in that ‘it’ll feel real good.’ But all that is there, at first, is a head-busting headache and the inescapable feeling of being clipped in two.

He hurts, yet he starts to feel good. Pleasure and pain and pleasure again. He stays in the player like this, for a really long time, being he wants to be the one remembered as the one that unequivocally shatters his sweet boy-cherry.

He grabs his player by the waist, spends him on his meat and onto his back. He wants his player to watch him; because of age and inexperience, he wants to watch him do the number three after he loses himself after a few thorough strokes in this new position. He moves faster, demon force-thrust. Sweat pours from him, plowing hard and more deliberate, letting his once innocent player know that he belongs to him, body and soul and butthole.  Their breaths and screams are manic. His player groans. He grunts, pulls out, pulls off and uses the hard stomach below him as a cobblestone cum rag.

The virgin, the virgin-tight hole works loose and is sloppy and open and sounds like queefing when it is not deliberate. He looks at his player, fascinated by the country-boy naivety once again. He loves he could talk him on to his big dick, without even knowing it was incredibly huge by standards.

I was so turned out by the experience, needing him inside me, I allowed Coach Leavenworth to till my furrowed pride almost every day for the past four years. And now that I was on the verge of graduating, he was certain that our frequent assignations were coming to an end, and he was angered by it.

I sat there, listening to him, my first, rant about my defiance of him. He was hoping to get some sort of rouse out of me. After four years, I knew the routine. It’d been a while since we last fought and fucked hard. I was trying to wean myself off the potent drug that was him. Even when he flipped the script and became the sweet-talking man that knew he could get this young country bumpkin ass anytime he thought about it.

But things changed. I was no longer that freshman. I was a cock of the walk senior that quickly discovered the semester before last that while I loved getting my ass stuffed with his big boner, I loved poking in between some tight oven-warm buns of my own.

Coach Leavenworth gave up after an hour and allowed me to go about my day.

Not a moment after I came up the stairs to cut through the gymnasium to get back to my dorm there was Tuck, a sophomore, sitting in the stands.

Tuck was a teammate of mine that was also very lovesick with me. He was like a moth to a flame, believing every word that came out of my mouth was like the golden gifts from the gods. He looked at me as I probably did at coach in the beginning—except I was the full package from head to skills to toe.

I’m not saying Tuck was an ugly mofo. He was one of those kinds of dudes that just by looking at him at first sight that ‘good-looking’ wasn’t a phrase that came naturally to mind. Yet, he was still attractive in a masculine way with his square head, long face, full lips, and hard jaws line that sandpaper couldn’t have smoothed out. Once you got to know him though, and his unwavering loyalty, it was hard for me not to fall. This made me feel both happy and sick the first time I got him on his back to call me Big Bat.

But after taking one good look at his tight athletic body and his shelf-like phat booty, I was hooked and still grinning.

“What did he say?” Tuck inquired.

I looked at him. I had been telling him for weeks the reason the coach was so preoccupied with me was because he was trying to transition me into the pros.

Tuck hadn’t a clue that Coach Leavenworth and I were continuing fuck buddies. And I didn’t want him to think otherwise, as he was deeply in love with me with his wild hopes of me giving up my dreams of going pro to settle down and build a life with him after he graduated.

 

Yeah, right!

I wrapped my powerful arm over his neck, leading him back to my door and said, “He told me if that boy is sucking your dick like that and you’re hitting homeruns like its water flowing freely, you need to find a way to keep your dick in his mouth.”

Defiant? Deceptive? Absolutely not!

It is how everyone learns their lessons at the university level.

Rodney, Philip and Bernard, all in their early 40s, have two things in common: they love food and adore ass play. Their friendship dates back to high school, a time where you did not openly display your homosexuality. They obviously had the opportunity to rinse their eyes in the locker room, where a cock wrapped in a jockstrap triggered a hard-on, and in the shower area, where solo jerking off was a common practice, whatever your sexual orientation.

Once, Philip was alone with Bernard under the jet of water and that’s where he sucked his friend’s rather small piece of cut meat for the first time. When Rodney arrived, pointing a huge rod with a thick mushroom, they both offered him a bar of soap and their ass. The three boys had never fucked nor been ploughed, but it just came naturally. Philip and Bernard held back their cries of pain, and Rodney did his best to take them a step further, to make them moan with pleasure.

Back to the key words in my first sentence: food and ass. They go hand in hand. You’ve heard of shoving a cucumber, a zucchini or a banana up one’s fuck chute. I’m sure you’ve tried at least one of them… and had a lot of fun, either in pushing or receiving that cock-shaped vegetable or fruit. I’ve peeled a banana and inserted half of it into my boyfriend’s ass hole, then gradually ate the part sticking out. When I got to his anus, he expelled the other half coated in succulent ass juice. Best banana sundae in my life!

When Philip celebrated his 45th birthday, Bernard and Rodney organized a dinner party. Instead of sitting down by the pool to sip a glass of aperitive wine, they slurp each other’s cock. A box on the picnic table has Philip’s name on it and a Happy Birthday wish. He unwraps the gift to discover three jockstraps of different fabric: leather, denim and lycra mesh. The three men put one gear on, frot against each other’s bulge, then go around to slap, bite and kiss each yummy buttock. While Rodney is flipping the spare ribs on the barbecue grill, Bernard pours maple syrup, a Canadian delicacy, on Philip’s rosebud and tongue-twists his way inside. Rimming can be so sweet!

On the picnic table, placemats with drawings of Tom of Finland create a virile atmosphere. Songs from the group Village People serve as the backdrop for this hot meal. Before serving the honey garlic spare ribs, Rodney puts on the table a platter of corn on the cob and a brick of butter. All three men grab a piece, roll it in the yellow fat, and position themselves in a circle, on the grass, ready to shove the tasty vegetable in a begging ass. At the tune of the Y.M.C.A. song, the cob of tender warm kernels slides back and forth in sweaty shit holes. Each one licks the yummy yellow rod and inserts it back in a buttered fuck chute. When the first notes of Macho Man are heard, the boys engage in a choreography where each one slurps on somebody’s cob and starts eating the kernels. Hard to find a tastier corn roast!

For dessert, Rodney has ordered a three-layer chocolate cake heavily covered with whipped cream. No candles to blow, but there are a few fresh strawberries in a bowl next to the cake… Bernard and Rodney grab Philip, kiss his bare ass, and plunge his hairy buttocks on top of the cake. The chocolate cake may have disappeared, but a huge creamy beefcake is there for two friends to taste. Bernard and Rodney each attack a yummy hemisphere, lick it clean, and dig in the den like a groundhog on the 2nd of February*. Their tongue tickles the perky rosebud and their fingers stretch it. Bernard sucks on a strawberry and pushes it gently but firmly into the arse hole. Rodney does the same. Philip moans, smiles and exerts the necessary pressure to expel the two strawberries which are immediately swallowed by his friends. They exchange a threesome kiss and promise to put strawberry shortcake on the menu of upcoming birthday dinners.

All these delicacies stuffed in the ass have brought the sexual drive of the best three friends to a summum. Now they each want to suck two cocks and fuck two butts with a renewed appetite. They take turns to get on their knees and to worship the most divine appendage, to swallow the meaty sausage like it was their last dinner. As the host, Rodney gets a double treat: Bernard and Philp’s dick engulfed together in his greedy chef’s mouth. A mushroom inside each cheek is a pure delight. Well lubricated, the cocks alternate from one hole to another. Bareback is the rule. If you need more lube, you can pour golden drops of honey on your rod and plunge it for a “bear ass” to enjoy. Because it’s his birthday, Philip gets to taste his own ropes of jizz in the most succulent way. After having cum in Bernard’s love canal, he positions himself to felch the white gold. Dumping your junk in your friend’s trunk and eating it is the nec plus ultra in the art of Tasty Fucking.

The evening would not be complete without a game where everyone recalls an anecdote of sexual fantasy not yet shared. Philip gets the ball rolling by pointing out that he once worked as a cartoonist for the University of Toronto’s student newspaper. “We wanted to be in tune with the sexual revolution. So, I designed a candy vending machine that was shaped like a hairy ass framed in a jockstrap and shitting a bag of peanuts. The editor in chief approved it on one condition: ‘I get to stuff a chocolate bar up your fuck chute and you fire it back covered with ass juice for my snack.’ We topped it off with a cocoa kiss.”

Rodney continues with a sports story. “The year I graduated from high school, I was a baseball coach. When a player wasn’t performing well, I’d give him detention in the locker room and force him to suck my dick. There’s one pitcher who wanted more than that; he begged me to shove my big cock up his tight ass, which I gladly did. Taking it one step further was a baseball player’s hidden fantasy. I knew he had been dreaming about this during the whole season. I took the bat, greased it and shoved it inside the prettiest little pink ass I’ve ever seen. The cries of pain and the moans of pleasure were a hot melody. Even after a winning game, he would stay behind, showing me his butt nicely framed in a black jockstrap and handing me a greased bat.”

Bernard has always enjoyed having big vegetables rammed into his love canal. Philip and Rodney know something about it since they have once stuffed a squash in their friend’s starving hole, propelling him right away on cloud nine. And fisting has no secrets for him. “I thought I had undergone the most excessive penetration, until the day I was attracted by the virile work of two employees on the side of a road under construction. I got closer and saw them stripped naked, each sitting on a bright orange traffic cone, shoving it in their hungry butt. Not to scare them away, I pulled down my zipper, letting out a hard dick already dripping precum. They both sucked me while pumping up and down the cone. My dick may have been dry, but my ass needed rough kinky action. One worker stepped aside, opened a jar of Invade Deep Fisting Cream, lubricated both my hole and the cone, then installed me firmly on the tip and pressed his hands down on my thighs. It felt like a rhinoceros was tearing my ass apart with his horn. I have never bawled so much with pure animal ecstasy.”

Best friends are there to support you, in good or bad times. Friendship is based on caring and appreciation. Special best friends go out of their way to please you, they love to share their cock and ass. They adore kissing, licking, sucking, rimming and fucking you. Returning a favor is the least you can do. Don’t you agree?

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* Groundhog Day is a popular North American tradition observed on February 2. If a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this day and sees its shadow, it will retreat to its den and winter will go on for six more weeks; if it does not see its shadow, Spring will arrive early.  

“Yes! Yes! Yeeessss!”

Jamir was in the throes of anal pleasure, his asshole going wild with spasms as he was deeply fucked once again, his chute squishing with the collected cum-loads from previous johns. He was on his last cock of the day: a husky Latino trucker in his early forties, brown-skinned and mustached. While he was not quite as well-endowed as the married ebony stud, he was damn near close enough!

“Yeah, puta! Your hot ass needed my dick, huh?” the man teased, a grin curling his lips. “Look at you, a total bitch for big dick!”

“Yes, papi! Yes! I’m your bitch!” Jamir moaned, pushing his ass up and back to meet the steady thrusts pounding pleasure up his gut. He gripped the sheets and moaned louder as the man picked up the pace.

“Urgh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Oh fuck, you’re dicking the hell outta me, papi!” Jamir roared.

“Damn right! Fuck, your pussy is so damn sweet! Gonna make me cum!” the man growled, hammering his cock home rapid-fire as he reached orgasm. “AAUUGHGGHHGH! UUUURRGGGH!”

Jamir buried his face in the pillow, savoring the familiar gush of cum deep in his core, and the rapid powerful pulsing of the huge brown dong. Despite the conflicting sensations of discomfort and delight, he pushed his ass up and back to take every inch he possibly could.

“Shit! You were in love with my dick,” the Latino chuckled, pulling out and rolling onto his back. “Come suck me off then you’ll get your money.”

Jamir obliged more than happily. It had been less than a day, and he had become a true cock-addict. He got to polishing the purplish cockhead, moaning as he painted it sloppy wet; drooling plenty of spit down his chin and soaking the hairy balls and bushy pubes.

“Ooooh fuck yes! That’s it!” the trucker moaned, twirling his fingers in Jamir’s locks then pushing him down further. “Yeah! All the fucking way down on my cock! Get your nose in my balls!”

Jamir obliged, enjoying the sensation of his gullet being stuffed. The man’s funk assailed his nostrils but that only served to arouse, with Jamir’s asshole flexing, greedy for another deep-shafting in spite of the pain throbbing at his core. He swiveled his head as he slurped along the shaft until he’d gotten it polished clean and shining wet; thick strands of spit trailing from his lips as he retreated.

“Good fucking job! Wish I could get up inside you again, but I gotta get ready to hit the road soon.”

“Yeah, I would  have liked that,” Jamir confessed, his eyes glued to the large throbbing erection. He gripped it and stroked it, appreciating the fact that it was still rock-hard. 

After a moment longer, the trucker rose and fished into his jeans. Jamir took his cue and got dressed. No longer concerned about the cum drooling down his thighs, he pulled on his pants and shirt. He’d lost his underwear, as the previous john had decided to keep them as a memento.

“Still can’t believe I fucked a hot college jock like you, Jamir Robeson. I’ll remember this when I’m watching your next game,” the man had said. Jamir chuckled as he returned to the present and took the wad of cash from the husky Latino, who smacked him on the buns as he made his exit. With all the men on the list having been serviced, Jamir made his way back to the front office as he’d been instructed. It was going onto early afternoon by then, and he stepped into the office, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, it seems someone had a good time getting stuffed,” the chubby blonde clerk chuckled.

“A very good time. It’s not enough money but you did say you’d make up the rest, right?” Jamir asked, brandishing the wad of total cash he’d collected. It barely came to one hundred dollars.

“I sure did promise that” the clerk agreed. “But you’re gonna have to work for it, seeing as how I haven’t gotten in that sweet caramel ass yet!”

The chubby man opened his pants and his raging hard cock popped free. Jamir wasted no time falling to his knees and getting it wet.

“Oh shit! You really learned how to use your mouth and throat back there, didn’t you? Holy fuck!”

Jamir gobbled the throbbing schlong to the root and proceeded to paint it sloppy wet, drooling spit over the balls and pubes. He  caressed the hairy orbs and tugged them lightly as he swiveled his throat, sending the fat clerk into a fit of shivers before retreating to the bulbous pink dome.

“Gotdamn! OH FUCK!” the clerk yelled, pushing Jamir off just before he reached the edge of no return. “Shit, boy! I told you, I want that ass on my dick!”

Jamir grinned, and slid off his pants. He straddled the fat man’s lap, grabbed his big cock and aimed it to his chute. He sank down on it, all the way in one motion, moaning as the familiar sensation of a raging erection filled his guts.

“Ohhh fuck! SHIT!” the clerk barked, as Jamir began to gyrate on his dong. Jamir himself was instantly lost in pleasure, feeling the white dick throb in his guts. He opened his eyes and began to ride, bracing himself on the man’s shoulders.

“Oh my gaaawd! Ohhhh fuck!” Jamir whispered. “Shit! Your dick feels fucking good!”

“Mmm hm!” the fat man murmured, raising Jamir’s shirt and suckling on the dark-brown nipples.

Jamir gasped and rode even faster, his steel-hard cock humping the clerk’s rounded paunch. Every nerve in his body was alive and electric. His asshole quivered. His cock lurched and drooled precum. His nipples were stiff and being pleasured by a talented hot wet tongue. The fat man caressed and groped his firm caramel butt-cheeks. It was all so good, and all so overwhelming. Jamir rode with the singular purpose of making the fat cock inside of him erupt.

He achieved it sooner than he’d realized as the fat man shuddered, grunted and unleashed. Jamir bit his bottom lip as he nestled himself down on the widely jerking cock; the fat man jiggling as he spazzed in the throes of orgasm. After nearly a full minute it was over but Jamir stayed planted on the cock, savoring how it stretched and filled him. He rose off slowly, and the fat man sighed, satisfied.

“Damn, boy! You’ve earned every dollar but truth be told, I got nothing for ya!”

“What? What do you mean?” Jamir asked, suddenly feeling a rush of rage, the kind of hot-headed ‘do-something-regrettable’ rage so typical of testosterone-filled college jocks. He stayed his hand, however, anticipating that the fat man must’ve had more to say.

“Now, calm down. I may not have money for you but I have something better. Rodrigo, get in here!”

Footsteps sounded behind him, as the other entry door to the front office opened, and the same husky Latino who had just fucked him stupid walked in.

“Hey!” Rodrigo greeted, with a smile.

“While you were sucking and getting fucked, I arranged for Rodrigo here to drive you back to campus in his big rig. To be honest, I was going to get you a ride anyway but after you told me Chet and Jenson had you, I could not resist testing just how much of a cum-slut you were,” the fat man smirked.

“I see,” Jamir considered then smiled. “So how did I do?”

“Passed with flying colors!”

“Not meaning to interrupt but we need to go if I’m to stay on schedule while taking this detour,” Rodrigo interrupted.

 

* * * * *

 

It was already well past dark by the time Rodrigo had pulled into the college town. Jamir’s jaw ached from the occasional blowjobs he’d performed while en route, although none of them had resulted in a creamy orgasm for the husky Latino trucker. However, Jamir knew he’d have to pay up, and his instincts were proven correct when Rodrigo parked in the corner of an empty supermarket parking lot instead of driving straight to campus.

“Come into the sleeper cab with me. I got a few more loads to blow in you. We’ll sleep here tonight. Don’t think it will be a problem for you, will it?” the big man teased.

“Not at all,” Jamir agreed.

Naked once again, Jamir was polishing the raging Latino erection, in spite of the ache in his jaw. Spit would be his only lube, along with the remnant loads still lodged up his asshole. With the cock sloppy, he straddled the thick waist, aimed the huge pole to his pouted chute and sank down on it.

“Ooooooh fuck! Shit! That feels good!” Jamir cooed, as he began gyrating, then riding, the dick. He went all the way down, feeling the cockhead wedge home in his core. He rose and they both moaned. He reached the bulbous head then sank all the way down again, using his anal muscles as best he could to grip and milk Rodrigo’s length.

It did not take long for Rodrigo to take control of the fuck, pulling Jamir forward, grasping a fistful of his dreads and forcing him into a wet kiss. Jamir accepted, probing Rodrigo’s mouth with his tongue then allowing the same just as the husky Latino began thrusting upward into his gut. Jamir whimpered. The dick slammed deep but he could only grit his teeth and endure the mixed pleasure and pain, with Rodrigo holding him down firmly by the waist.

“Yeah, puta! Take it! This is what you get for accepting rides with horny truckers!” Rodrigo growled, fucking from beneath with an athleticism that belied his hefty physique.

“Oh shit! Yes! Gimme that nut!” Jamir barked, his nine-incher rock-hard, drooling and throbbing like mad as Rodrigo fucked him straight to orgasm. “AUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!”

“YEAH! SHOOT THAT NUT FOR ME!” Rodrigo barked, taking the spurts of cum to the face and chest without missing a beat, pounding the caramel fuck-chute from beneath until he reached his own massive orgasm.

“UUUURRRGGGHH! UUURRGGH SHIT! PUTA! PERFECTO, MARICON!”

Jamir slumped forward over Rodrigo’s huge meaty chest, panting hard and glazed in sweat; the huge cock still wedged firmly up his cum-filled ass.

“I’ll give you five minutes to recover,” Rodrigo stated. “I’m still hard and horny, and I very much intend to fuck the every-loving daylights out of you before I drop you off at campus tomorrow morning.”