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“Come on kid, we’ll celebrate your first week on the job, we’ll blow of some steam” grinned Officer Mark Bratton in the locker room of the New York City Police Department’s Midtown Precinct North on 54th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues. It was September 1981.

 The good-looking Mark was 28, brown-haired, muscular and six feet tall. He’d been on the force for five years and lived on Staten Island where he grew up, with his wife and two little kids. His previous partner passed the sergeant’s exam and had moved on. Mark was now the senior partner.

 His rookie colleague was 23-year-old Charles “Chuck” Murphy. He was medium height, slim and had red hair. After graduating from Queens College, he completed training at the police academy. He lived in a house in Astoria with his parents. His was father was on the force at a desk job in Harlem, he was a few years away from retirement.

 Mark and Chuck drove around Hell’s Kitchen in a patrol car. The week had been eventful with busting muggers, dope dealers and shoplifters. Responding to a domestic abuse report had been the most serious event.

 “Uh sure, Mark! Whatever you say” said Chuck. The men had changed out of their blue uniforms and were in street clothes of jeans and pullovers. They walked to Ninth Avenue and cabbed to 40th Street.

 They got out by the hustler bar Tully’s, across from the Port Authority. Those in the know, knew it to be a dive with boys for sale. Billy Joel’s “Don’t’ Ask Me Why” was blasting as they swaggered in. Chuck was amazed at the sight of the all-male crowd of young and older. Mark led him to the back area past the mob of hustlers and johns. A burly security guard smiled at Mark as he and Chuck walked into a separate area. They sat across each other in a booth. A skinny young guy came over.

 “Two Dewar’s on the rocks” said Mark, lighting up a Marlboro Red.

 “You come to places like this?” asked Chuck.

 “Look around kid, this is the VIP section, most of us here are off-duty guys on the job, the others are connected one way or another. My ex-partner brought me here after my first week. It’s place where guys like us can relieve our tensions” laughed Mark. The waiter brought them their drinks, they clinked glasses.

 “Hey, Officer Bratton! Good to see you” said a muscular Latin guy in a tight light gray suit and black button-down shirt.

 “Good evening Ricky, we’re celebrating Officer Murphy’s first week on the job.”

 “Congratulations Officer Murphy! So, are you all looking for a good time?”

 “Oh yeah, we could use a good time.”

 “Cool, I got just the thing for you. Been here only three days, he’s broken in, fresh talent” smiled Ricky.

 “Sounds like just what we need.”

 “I got you Officer Bratton! It’ll be about 20 minutes.”

 “Cool.”

 Mark ordered two more drinks to pass the time.

 “Good evening officers, I’m Lloyd” said a medium height brown-haired handsome thin 18-year-old guy in a friendly voice. He was wearing a pink tank top, short cut-off jeans, red sneakers and carrying a medium-sized red purse.

 “Have a seat, Lloyd” said Mark indicating Chuck. Lloyd sat in the booth next to Chuck.

 “We’re going to finish our drinks and then you’re going to give us have a good time” smiled Mark.

 “Yes officer, I’m going to give you and your partner a very good time” smiled Lloyd as he put his hand under the table and groped Chuck’s jean-encased crotch.

 Chuck blushed and sipped his Dewar’s. He’d dated and been with a few girls but otherwise was pretty straightlaced. His seven-inch cut dick was rock hard and dripping as Lloyd massaged it while groping his balls through his jeans. Holy shit! Chuck was so fucking excited at this new situation.

 “Shall we?” said Mark finishing off his Dewar’s.

 “Certainly, officer” said Lloyd, taking his hand off Chuck’s crotch, then getting out of the booth.

 The two cops each with their hardons straining through their jeans followed Lloyd out of the VIP room, and through the jammed bar as The Clash’s “London Calling” blasted, they were outside. Mark and Chuck followed Llyod into the faded lobby of the Elk Inn, next to Tully’s. Lloyd went to the front desk, gave money to the clerk and was given a key. Lloyd led the two cops up the stairs to the second floor and opened a room door. It was a standard small hotel room. A single bed, and some crummy furniture. They all went in.

 Chuck was nervous and didn’t know how it was supposed to go, so he followed Marks’ lead. Mark undid his belt, unzipped, pulled down his jeans, then his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his seven and half thick cut dick, his hairy balls dangled. Chuck did the same, he stroked his seven-inch cut dick, his hairy balls dangled. From his purse, Lloyd took out a pair of kneepads and put them on, to avoid rugburn.

 Lloyd dropped to his knees, opened his sweet mouth and as Mark was the senior partner, took his dick in his mouth. He grasped Chuck’s dick with his hand.

 “Jesus fucking Christ!” moaned Mark as Lloyd was licking the underside area of his dickhead. “Kid, we got us a fantastic cocksucker!”

 Chuck’s eye’s widened as he watched his partner getting his dick sucked, as Lloyd gave his rod slick with precum a hand job. Lloyd fondled Mark’s balls as he licked his cock shaft. Both cops were transfixed as Lloyd began deepthroating Mark’s joint. The prime hunk of man flesh was engulfed by Lloyd’s young mouth down to the base where his tongue pleasured the whole hog. His lack of gag reflex was amazing. Soon, with the knowing instinct of a first-class whore who knew his trick was on the brink of climaxing, Lloyd slowly slid his mouth off Mark’s cock. It glistened with the sheen of saliva and precum.

 Lloyd took Chuck’s cock in his mouth and began licking and worshiping the rookie’s meat. Chuck’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as Lloyd gave him head. Chuck was only mildly sexually experienced and had never gotten such an expert blow job before. The girls he’d been with had been reluctant to do it and he’d never thought about going to a whore as he had been focused on his studies. Now, he was in a moaning state of ecstasy as he felt the glory of this pro cocksucker’s efforts on his piece. Lloyd lightly stroked Mark’s throbbing cock, careful to give him pleasure but not get him off. Lloyd continued bobbing his head up and down on Chuck’s cock.

 “Ever fuck a punk up the ass?” asked Mark.

 “Uh, no” said Chuck in low voice.

 “Watch me and learn.”

 That was Lloyd’s cue to take his mouth of Chuck’s dick. Mark took his clothes off, so then did Chuck. Lloyd stripped down to his white jockstrap, removed a jar of Vaseline from his purse, he smeared his hole with it and handed the jar to Mark. “On your back” Mark growled.

 Lloyd got in the bed, positioning his upper body on the pillows, and raised his legs. His ass cheeks were framed by his jockstrap’s straps, the pouch contained his hard dick and balls. Between his cheeks was his small rosebud hairless hole .

 Mark smeared Vaseline on his fully erect cock and tossed the jar to Chuck who caught it. Mark raised Lloyd’s legs higher, he bucked his hips and with one firm swift thrust, shoved his seven-and-a-half-inch thick cock straight in and up Lloyd’s chute. Lloyd yelped as he was penetrated by cop cock. Mark roughly pounded away at Lloyd.

 “See kid, the rougher the better! It’s feels good for the man and the punk! They like it rough!”

 The nude and hard Chuck sat on a nearby chair, watching his possessed partner ferociously fuck Lloyd. Chuck took it all in, his partner’s muscular body’s brutality which Lloyd took in stride. Mark was a real man and one to look up to and learn from. Chuck was anxious and ready to fuck a punk up the ass.   

 Mark’s fucking had a maniacal edge as he took out his life frustrations on Llyod’s ass. That Mark had shown promise as a baseball player but was pressured into being a cop like his retired father, that he resented being forced to marry the girl he got pregnant, every disappointment in his life fueled his fucking. Lloyd took the assault like a pro.

 Mark let out a primordial wail, he pulled his cock out of Lloyd’s ass, his cock erupted with furious blasts of cum which splattered all over Llyod’s chest, some of the liquid even landed on Lloyd’s face.

 “No sloppy seconds!” chuckled the glowing, panting and sated Mark. “We’re partners, whoever goes first, cums outside. He’s all yours.”

 Chuck greased up his cock and shoved it fast into and up Llyod’s chute. WHOA! Chuck felt Lloyd’s insides split open and clamp around his cock. Fuck! These sensations were almost like fucking pussy! Friction was friction, and Chuck got into the groove of fucking punk ass.

 Mark sat smoking a Marlboro Red watching his partner fuck Lloyd. Mark was proud and optimistic. “This kid is alright; he’s got the right instincts and learns fast” he thought.

 Chuck gutturally bellowed as his dick began shooting his load in Lloyd. Chuck triumphantly pulled his dick out of Llyod, hearing the whoosh sound it made. He saw his cum dripping out Llyod’s stretched out hole. He took a seat near Mark who smoked another cigarette. The two satisfied warriors sat with their legs stretched as Lloyd who had gotten baby wipes from his purse, cleaned up his tricks’ dicks and balls. Mark and Chuck stood up and got dressed. They left the hotel room and returned to the VIP section of Tully’s. Rink Springfield’s “Jesse’s Girl” was blasting.

 The skinny waiter brought them to two more Dewar’s on the rocks, there was no charge again, nor had there been a charge for Lloyd’s services. Mark and Chuck were princes of the city.

 “You did good kid” said Mark.

 “Thanks” said Chuck.

 “We’re going to get along real well.”

 “Hey!” said Ricky stopping by the booth. “The ho treat you right?”

 “Very right! He gave 100% service for both of us!” laughed Mark. “Ricky, you always get the best hos!”

 “Happy to hear! I’m a mighty fine talent scout, and I personally train my bitches” said the smiling Ricky, tugging on the visibly ample crotch in his tight light gray suit trousers.

 “Well, you trained a thoroughbred! Right, kid?”

 “Fucking A! I’m still seeing stars!” laughed Chuck.

 “Whenever you want a good time, you know who to come to.” said Ricky. “Take it easy, officers.”

 They finished their drinks. Mark went to his car and drove home to Staten Island. Chuck went to the subway to get home to Queens. They would see each other again after their two days off.

                                                                          ***

 Five days earlier, Lloyd’s bus from Minneapolis pulled in at the Port Authority. He had graduated from high school that June, he’d spent the summer working in a supermarket, saving up money for his ambitious plan. Instead of going to college, he would come to New York City to be an actor. He was on the drama club in high school, exhibiting talent and receiving praise from Mr. Hansen, the drama teacher. Lloyd’s parents wished him well.

 Lloyd got a small room at the 63rd Street Y. He spent his first day sightseeing, visiting the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. The next day he went to the school Mr. Hansen recommended, the HB Studio on Bank Street in Greenwich Village. The basement classroom had about 20 students, mostly young with some older people. The teacher, William Hickey was a garrulous small white-haired man with glasses who smoked a lot and sipped from a seltzer bottle as he commented on the students’ performances.

 “I see a sensitive talented boy with tremendous potential” was William’s Hickey’s declaration after Lloyd performed Tom’s monologue from Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie, that first day.

 “Hey, you were great!” said a smiling young guy in a pleasing deep voice, to Lloyd when the class was over.

 “Thanks!” said Lloyd.

 “We should do a scene together, are you free to get a coffee?”

 “Sure!”

 “I’m Martin” said the guy. He was 25, tall, thin, dark-haired and handsome. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. They walked up Bank Street, to the Bus Stop Café and sat at a table. They had coffee; Martin smoked Marlboro Reds. In an hour, the inquisitive Martin heard Lloyd’s life story and that Lloyd had enough money for a month and would need to find a job while going to acting classes and auditioning.

 Martin suggested that they do a scene from Death of a Salesman, between the two brothers, Biff and Happy. Martin paid the check. Martin lived a few blocks away on Morton Street, since Lloyd wasn’t doing anything, they went to Martin’s place to read from the play.

 Martin’s two-room apartment was in an old building. They sat on a couch and read the scene a few times. Lloyd was so excited! He was in New York and going to be an actor!.

 They were sitting close to each other on the couch, Martin leaned in and kissed Lloyd on the mouth! Holy fuck! The stunned Lloyd responded by opening his mouth, their tongues meshed.

 Lloyd had known he was gay from early on but told no one. Being gay was shameful and a disgrace. Still, he knew what he liked but kept it a secret. He claimed to be too busy with schoolwork and the drama club to have a girlfriend. He made friends with Alan, a boy in the drama club. In Alan’s bedroom they explored. The made out and learned how to suck each other off. Lloyd knew that to be an actor he would have to seem straight so he’d believable playing scenes with women.

 Now, he was alone with the handsome Martin being kissed, it felt so good. Feeling Martin’s stubble on his face, made Llyod’s seven inch cut dick even harder. They’re hands explored each other’s bodies as they made out. Lloyd’s hands found themselves on the mound in the crotch of Martin’s black jeans. Martin undid his belt, unzipped and slid them down, he wasn’t wearing underwear.

 Lloyd took in the sight of Martin’s beautiful seven and half inch cut dick and burly balls. Martin caressed the back of Lloyd’s neck. Lloyd opened his mouth and took in Martin’s dick. He was inexperienced at big sucking dick, his school friend’s was a good deal smaller. Still, Lloyd’s basic technique was pleasing Martin, who moaned as Lloyd forged ahead giving head to only a second and remarkable cock. Martin scooped up his balls, Lloyd got the message and suckled on them.

 “Now, deepthroat me” sighed Martin.

 Lloyd tried his best to go down to the base of Martin’s cock and did with difficulty. His head went up and down on it, gagging, choking and becoming teary eyed.

 “Pretty good, you’ll learn. Let’s go to the bed.”

 Lloyd followed Martin into the small bedroom. Martin took of his clothes, so did the shy Lloyd. Lloyd was stunned at how sexy Martin looked, with his sleek toned torso and big hard dick jutting forward. Martin embraced Lloyd, their hard dicks rubbed against each other’s. Their hand roamed all over their nude bodies. Martin groped Lloyd’s firm gorgeous ass, he fingered Lloyd’s virgin hole.

 “Uh, I haven’t done that before” said Lloyd in a hushed voice. Lloyd had not really thought about fucking or getting fucked much. He was aware of it, that it was part of being a gay man.

 “Oh, that’s sweet, I’m honored to be your first” said Martin, kissing Lloyd. “Now, go to the bed on your hands and knees, I’ll take of everything, you’re going to love it, boys like you do.”

 Lloyd got on the bed on his hands and knees. Martin arranged him properly so that his back was arched, and his ass was spread upward. Martin spread a gob of Vaseline on his cock and lathered Lloyd’s ass crack with plenty of Vaseline. He stuck a finger in Lloyd’s ass, feeling the tightness and it contract around his finger. He stuck it in and out a few times. Lloyd’s dick was so hard, and his young balls dangled.

 The tip of Martin’s dick rested at Lloyd’s hole.

 “OHHH!” shouted Lloyd’s as he felt Martin’s dick slowly enter him.

 “Shhh. I know, but once we get going, you’re going to feel so good, you’re going want it again and again.”

 Martin had his strong hands firmly on Llyod’s hips. He got his cock further in. Lloyd was shocked and excited at the same time as felt his insides spreading open to take Martin’s cock. The pain was tremendous, he tried to stifle his whimpering. He had tears in his eyes. He felt Martin’s balls resting on his ass cheeks. Martin was all the way in. Martin slowly pulled out, then he slowly went in again. Lloyd was sobbing. Now, Martin accelerated his, ramming his cock in and out of Llyod’s ass at a faster pace. Lloyd was really getting fucked for the first time!

 Lloyd wasn’t in pain anymore; he was digging it! He felt a tremendous rush of pleasure each time Martin shoved his cock back in him. Lloyd was happy, happy that he was so lucky at being fucked for the first time by a sexy man.

 “See! I told you would love it!” sighed Martin as he kissed the back of Lloyd’s neck as he fucked him.

 “OH! OH! OH MY GOD!” wailed Lloyd as he 18-year-old seven-inch dick shot its first load from getting fucked. Lloyd blasted cum all over Martin’s bed. Martin kept fucking, and was ready to cum, having gotten Lloyd off. Lloyd felt Martin’s cock spasming and then felt the new sensations of his innards flooded with gushes of cum, he nearly passed out from the unexpected thrills he experienced this afternoon. Martin pulled his cock out of Lloyd. Lloyd now had the odd and unfamiliar of his body having just been filled by dick, and now it felt so empty.

 Martin got towels and they cleaned up. The lay in the bed next to each other glowing. “That was great!” said the beaming Martin, lighting up a Marlboro Red. “Thank you” said Lloyd, he kissed Martin. They took turns bathing in the kitchen tub. Now dressed and clean they left. “I bet you must have quite an appetite now!” said Martin, “I know I do! I’ll take you for the greatest burgers!”

 They were at a table in the old-time gay bar Julius, eating the greatest burgers and the drinking beers. Lloyd was excited at being in his first gay bar, he was around all these men of different ages and types who were just like him. He was aware that guys were looking at him and felt good about that. He thought about which ones he’d like to have sex with and imagined what their dicks were like. They finished their burgers and Martin bought them another round of beers.

 “Hey, I going to hang out with some friends, you’re welcome to join me” said Martin.

 “Sure, I don’t have anything planned” said Lloyd.

 They took the A train from West 4th Street and got out at 42nd Street and 8th Avenue. They walked a few blocks through the rough Hell’s Kitchen area to an old apartment building on 44th Street and 10th Avenue. Martin pressed the outside doorbell and was buzzed in. They walked up four flights of stairs and then down a drab hallway. Martin knocked on an apartment door, it opened, they went into a dumpy living room.

 “Hey, this is Lloyd, this is Ricky and Luis” said Martin.

 Ricky was 26 and Luis was 24, they were good looking tall muscular brothers with black hair and mustaches, who were born and raised in the neighborhood. They were each wearing red gym shorts with their exceptional manhood visibly flowing in them as they wore no underwear. Their red tank tops showed off their physiques, their chest hair and the gold chains around their necks. Lloyd was transfixed by the sight of them.

 “Hey, nice to meet you” said Ricky smiling, “Sit.”

 Lloyd sat down on the couch next to Martin, they were joined by Ricky and Luis.

 “Let’s watch some TV” said Luis.

 He was turning the channels.

 “Oh! I love The Wizard of Oz!” said the happy Lloyd. It had just begun.

 “You got it kid!”

 They drank tequila shots while watching the movie all snug together on the couch. Ricky lit up a joint which was passed around. Everyone was buzzed, especially Lloyd, who’d never had more than beer before and only tried pot a few times.

 Eventually, Ricky and Luis stood, they tossed off their tank tops and gym shorts and sat back down. They were now nude, each was stroking their thick hard eight-inch tan dicks, their massive balls hung off the edge of the couch.

 Lloyd stared at them and then went back to watching the movie.

 “Go on” whispered Martin in Lloyd’s ear, “You want to.”

 Lloyd, flying from beer, tequila and pot, got up and then got on his knees before Ricky and Luis. He opened his mouth wide and took Ricky’s log in. Fueled by alcohol and pot, and fascinated by the sight and smell of Puerto Rican dick, Lloyd was compelled to slather his tongue all over Ricky’s joint.

 “Deepthroat it, baby, go all the way down” soothingly said Ricky. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, it feels so good…” Lloyd kept working on Ricky’s joint.

 “Martin, you were so fucking right about this bitch! Great potential here!”

 Ricky pulled Lloyd’s head off his cock; Lloyd then began sucking Luis’ dick. Lloyd’d skills had improved. “Oh yeah, that’s it!” yelled Luis. Ricky got off the couch and pulled Llyod off Luis’ dick.

 “We’re gonna really try you out” said Ricky groping Lloyd ass. They went to a bedroom; everyone took off their clothes. As if by rote, the nude Lloyd got in the bed and got into doggie position. Ricky greased his cock up and Lloyd’s hole. This time there was no fingering first or coaxing, Ricky just rammed his pinga straight in and up Lloyd’s chute. He howled in pain.

 “Hey bitch, quiet yourself down on this!” barked Luis presenting his cock to Lloyd’s face. He took in and began sucking it. Lloyd was now getting it at both ends for the first time by the two brutal brothers. They switched off a few times, Lloyd came twice from the poundings and the brother’s each came in him. Lloyd lay panting and sobbing, he was fucked out.

 “My turn” said Martin, who shoved his dick in Lloyd’s face. Lloyd sucked it.

 “Ok, now get on your back” ordered Martin.

 He raised up Lloyd’s legs and shoved his cock deep in his seeded chute. Instead of the kind and patient lover of this afternoon, Martin was a snarling beast as fucked the shit of the yelping Lloyd, the bed was shaking. They looked into each other’s eyes. Lloyd was overwhelmed by all that had happened. Martin came again in Lloyd. The brothers went to their room. Martin and Lloyd passed out in the bed.

 In the morning, Lloyd woke up alone. He limped to the hallway and found the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and shat out a tremendous amount, he could feel all the cum leaking from ass. He took a long hot shower. He put his clothes back on.

 “Good morning, cutie!” said Ricky. “Breakfast is ready!”

 “Hey!” yelled Lloyd as he saw that his suitcases and things were now in Ricky and Luis’ living room. “What the hell!”

 “Calm down, while you were asleep I got your Y key and brought your stuff. You’re going to live here” said Martin.

 “What the fuck?!” yelled Lloyd.

 “We’ll go over it, now eat, you must be starved after last night” said Martin.

 In the dining room the four young men ate scrambled, bacon, home fries, toast, coffee and orange juice. They were all famished and devoured their meal.

 “Lloyd” said Martin matter of factly, “You’re going to live and we’re going to put you to work.”

 “Doing what?”

 “What you’re good at, sucking dick and getting fucked” said Luis.

 “WHAT?!”

 “You’re beautiful” said Martin, “You enjoy sex, a lot of guys would be willing to pay to have you. You’d get to act, not all guys are as hot us, you’d get to practice acting by pretending that you like them. You’ll make a hell of a lot more money on your knees and bending over then you would be working as a waiter, even after we take out our cut.”

 “You won’t have to pay for your room at the Y, you’ll live with us here, in the other bedroom, we won’t charge you, we’d feed you too. We’ll take care of everything” said Ricky.

 “This is crazy!” yelled Lloyd.

 “Lloyd stop it, you’re a punk and you know it. You like strong men telling you what to do. You need to be put in your place, taking cock. That’s how you ended up here, that’s the truth and you know it. I’ll be seeing you” said Martin as he left.

 After cleaning up from breakfast, Lloyd followed Ricky and Martin to the living room, they watched television. Ricky lit up a joint, he passed it around, Lloyd smoked most of it.

 “Now, we want you to suck us off and swallow down our leche” said Ricky.

 The resigned Lloyd got on his knees and sucked off the two brothers. Their loads were thick and pungent.

 “Okay, we’ve chilled out enough, time for work” said Luis.

 They walked over to 43rd and 8th Avenue, to a porno store. Lloyd was amazed at the scene, with men walking around buying magazines and stuff. They went to the back of the store, “All Male” said the sign as they entered a hallway. The area was filled with booths that showed porno clips for a few minutes for a quarter.

 “It’s easy, you go in a booth with anyone who wants a blowjob from you, it’s $10, your cut is $3 a cock, you get the money first, before you suck them. The faster you do them, the more guys you can do, the more money there is. You do the security guard for free. We’ll be taking turns here, hanging out to watch that nothing bad happens to you, and to collect the money after you do a few guys” said Ricky.

 “Got it?” said Luis.

 “Yeah, I got it” said Lloyd.

 “Let’s make some money!” roared Ricky.

 Lloyd stood around in the dim area that was like a dungeon. Within minutes, an older guy in a suit carrying a briefcase passed Lloyd and handed him a $10 bill. Lloyd followed him into a booth, the man unzipped, and took out his medium-sized dick. Lloyd got on his knees and sucked him off and swallowed. Lloyd felt numb. For the next five hours, Lloyd was on his knees for businessmen, construction workers, mailmen and the beefy black security guard. It was cock after cock in his mouth. Either Ricky or Luis collected money. It was all a blur.

 “$270! Damn good, Chico, you keep that pace up tomorrow” said Luis.

 “We’ll get you ready for tonight…”  

 Lloyd was so beyond shame at this point when he saw himself in the apartment’s large mirror, dressed as Ricky and Luis’ vision of a ho. A pink headband was around his crown, a pink tank top showed off his lean physique, tight short denim cutoffs emphasized his fine young ass and nice package.

 “Here” laughed Luis, “This is your Dorothy bag, like in The Wizard of Oz!” It was a red purse packed with a jar of Vaseline, a Chapstick, kneepads, a douche nozzle, an alarm clock and baby wipes.

 As they walked through Hell’s Kitchen, it was clear to anyone who noticed who was who among the trio. Dressed in their tight light gray suits, black tie-less shirts with the unbuttoned top buttons displaying their chest hair and decked out with rings and gold chains, Ricky and Luis were pimps. Lloyd is his slutty getup carrying a purse, was their ho.

 They got to Tully’s at 5:00 PM for the after-work crowd. It already had a bunch of pimps and their hos and commuters looking for a good time before their bus ride home to New Jersey.

 “Hey, Mr. Bisiglio” said Ricky to a slick suited man in his 40’s, handing him a $100 bill, “This is our new ho.”

 “Nice to meet you kid, come with me, I’m going to try you out.”

 Lloyd followed Mr. Bisiglio to his office. He sat at his desk, poured a tumbler of Jack Daniels and lit a Camel, as he stretched out his legs. Lloyd sunk down, he undid Mr. Bisiglio’s belt, unzipped him and fished out his hard cock and weighty balls from his boxers. Mr. Bisiglio had a proud massive thick uncut Italian American cock. Lloyd got to work on it with his mouth, doing Mr. Bisiglio’s cock and balls to perfection.

 “WHOA! You got some mouth on you kid, you’re going to do very well here!”

 Soon, Lloyd was chugging down a load of Mr. Bisiglio’s spicy cum.

 “Take care, kid.”

 Lloyd got up and returned to the bar. He was directed to hang out, chat up guys and his ass was groped countless times.

 “Who do I pay?” said a construction worker in his 30’s to Llyod. He was dressed in mud-splattered jeans, a grimy white T-shirt, orange vest, wore a hardhat and carried a backpack.  

 “My pimp is over there” said Lloyd indicating Luis. The construction worker gave him two $20 bills, the going rate for a 30-minute session.

 Lloyd and the construction worker went into the Elk Inn, the construction worker gave the front desk clerk a $20 bill and got a key. He and Lloyd walked two flights of stairs and went into a room. Lloyd took out the alarm clock and set it, the construction worker plopped into a chair, spreading out his legs.

 Lloyd put on his kneepads and got between the construction worker’s legs. He undid the thick brown belt, unzipped the filthy jeans, pulled down the filthy jeans and white Hanes briefs. The construction workers cut expectational manhood sprang up. Lloyd put it in his mouth, sucked it like the pro he had become and did the balls.

 “I’m wiped out, ride me” said the construction worker.

 Lloyd took off his tank top and cutoffs, he greased his hole with Vaseline, then greased the construction worker’s cock. Facing away from the construction worker, Lloyd sat on his cock and proceeded to thrash his ass up and down on it, his own hard dick strained in his white jockstrap. The construction grunted as he came in Lloyd. He got up off the cock, got baby wipes and cleaned up the construction worker’s cock and balls. The construction worker took a can of Heineken from his backpack, opened it and lit up a Marlboro Red.

 “Wanna beer?”

 “Uh sure, thanks.”

 The ho and his trick sipped and finished their beers. The alarm clock went off. The construction worker did up his jeans, stood, pulled out a $20 bill and gave it to Llyod.

 “Thanks” said Lloyd.

 The construction worker left. Llyod cleaned his hole with a baby wipe and got dressed. Ricky and Luis kept the $40 session fee and Lloyd got to keep his tips. Lloyd returned to Tully’s.

 “Congratulations on your first trick!” said Luis, handing Lloyd a tequila shot. He chugged it down and went back to the bar.

 “That’s it for today, it gets dead by now” said Ricky, as he Luis and Lloyd having another tequila shot. It was 2:00 AM. Llyod’s eight other ticks had been a cross section of suits, tourists and others, of different races and ages. One trick an hour was the routine.

 “Listen, you fucking bitch, you’re holding out on me!” was the unseen conversation in the booth next to their’s. “No, I swear Alberto! I wouldn’t do that to you, I love you!” “Cut the shit, or I’ll give you another blackeye!”

 Lloyd passed out in his bed. The next morning, Lloyd showered, ate his hearty breakfast, it was his only meal of the day, he needed to be empty for his nights at Tully’s. He was given a laxative as well, to clean him out. After sucking off Ricky and Luis, it was back to the porno store to suck dick fast for $10 a pop. Then back to the apartment to nap, freshen up and change for another night at Tully’s.

 It was Sunday, Ricky and Luis allowed Lloyd the day off after five days of whoring. They went down to the West Village to the Elephant and Castle to meet up with Martin for brunch. There were pleasantries over eggs benedict and Bloody Marys, but no talk about doing the scene from Death of a Salesman, or his going back to acting school. After brunch, they walked up 8th Street, to the movie theater the 8th Street Playhouse. A 3D film festival was playing. They sat together with the crowded audience wearing their cardboard glasses, sharing a bucket of popcorn, watching House of Wax with Vincent Price.

 Then they were at Martin’s place drinking vodka on the rocks, listening to Blondie. Lloyd had taken up smoking, and so the men smoked and sipped their drinks. Eventually, Martin, Ricky and Luis, took out their cocks. Lloyd sucked them and they took turns fucking him in Martin’s bed.

 Back at the apartment, Lloyd luxuriated in having a few hours in his room alone, watching CHiPS and then a movie on television, as he smoked and sipped more vodka. Tomorrow was Monday, and another long week.

 “Hey cutie” said one of three good-looking guys in their mid-20’s to Lloyd at Tully’s a month later, “It’s our friend’s birthday we’d like you to give him a good time. He’s been staring at you since we got here.”

 “Stop it, Lucas.”

 “No Paul, it’s your birthday, your hot for this slut and it’s our treat. Who do we pay?”

 “That’s my pimp, over there” one of the guys went over to Luis and gave him $40.

 “There! We’re square, have fun!”

 “We’ll want all the details!”

 “Oh, you guys!” said the blushing and tipsy Paul as he followed Lloyd out of Tully’s. Paul was 25, thin and tall, with striking facial features and black hair. He wore jeans and black button-down shirt. They got to a room at the Elk Inn.

 “Uh, I’ve never been with a pro before.”

 “Just relax, I’ll take care of everything” said Lloyd as he sat Paul on the edge of the bed. Llyod put on his kneepads, got on his knees and got Paul’s dick out of his jeans. It was a fine cut seven inches. Lloyd sucked it professionally, Paul was in a state of bliss from the excellent head he was getting from Lloyd, as well as getting his balls done.

 Lloyd rose, stripped down to his jockstrap, greased up his hole and Paul’s hard cock with Vaseline, got in the bed on his back and spread his legs. Paul tore of his clothes.

 “You’re so beautiful” sighed Paul.

 Paul penetrated Llyod slowly and sensually, then he began fucking him. Lloyd was electrified, Paul was a great lover, every thrust of his cock was perfection. Paul bent his head down and kissed Lloyd, that rarely ever happened during a session. Most men did not kiss whores like Lloyd. They had a special chemistry. Lloyd was wailing as he shot off in his jock, he felt the grunting Paul’s load flooding his insides.

 “We both came at the same time, that’s so great!” said Paul as he lay back and lit a Marlboro Red. Lloyd got up and cleaned up Paul’s cock and balls with a baby wipe. The alarm clock went off.

 “Oh, we’re on a schedule?” laughed Paul.

 “Yeah we’re on a schedule, I have to get back to work. Oh, a tip wasn’t included” said Lloyd.

 “Oh right, sure” said Paul handing him $20, as he got dressed. “I’ll go back down with you.”

 “Whatever.”

 They were back at Tully’s, Lloyd went to the bar, another trick was waiting for him. The beaming Paul rejoined his friends in a booth, his birthday fuck was recounted in glorious detail.

 A few nights later, Lloyd was at Tully’s. He’d returned from a trick; Paul was at the bar.

 “Hey, are you available?” said Paul.

 “Yeah I’m available, pay my pimp.”

 Paul paid Luis $40.

 “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” said Paul.

 Lloyd had a few steadys and was used to such talk. They got to a room at the Elk. Paul got his cock sucked and fucked Lloyd; they both came at the same time again. They both smoked a Marlboro Red afterward.

 “I’d like to see you, on the outside” said Paul.

 “What? Like a date?” laughed Lloyd.

 “Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

 “I’m a slutty whore, your friends know that.”

 “Fuck my friends. I have feelings for you, you’re special, you’re better than this, you’re a kid, you can stop.”

 “I get one day off a week; I spend it with my pimps.”

 “Listen to you!”

 The alarm clock went off, the session was over.

 “So, how did a nice boy like you, end up in a place like this?” asked Paul after their next fuck session. Sometimes, guys would ask Lloyd this, he would offer a curt snappy answer. This time, he broke down and told Paul his story.

 “Hey, it’s all right” said Paul as he embraced Lloyd. “You don’t have to do this; you can stay with me…” Paul was a chef at an Italian restaurant in the East 20’s and lived in the East Village. “I’ll get you a job at the restaurant…”

 “I can’t just leave.”

 “Yes, you can. These guys will forget about you and get another dumb boy to take your place right away. That sleaze who found you is no doubt on the case for that.”

 The next day, during his break from sucking dick at the porno store, back at the apartment, Lloyd took the thousands of dollars he’d saved from whoring  and put it in his Dorothy bag. Later that Sunday night at Tully’s, after a few tricks, Paul arrived. He paid Luis, Paul and Lloyd went outside, instead of going to the Elk Inn, they got into a taxi.

 “See! It’s that easy! What are Ricky and Luis going to do? Put out an All Points Bulletin?” laughed Paul.

 “It’s only easy because of you” said Lloyd.

 The taxi got to Paul’s place on 7th Street between Avenues A and B. It was  small and neat. Paul put on a New Wave album. They drank red wine and smoked Marlboro Reds. They made out. They went to Paul’s bed. Lloyd sucked his man’s cock, then gave his ass to his man. Lloyd was in love.

 Monday was Paul’s day off. He and Lloyd went to the Kiev restaurant on Second Avenue for blintzes. Paul showed Lloyd the East Village, Lloyd bought clothes. He threw away his whore outfit. At night, they had drinks at The Bar on 4th Street and Second Avenue. Lloyd was formally introduced to Paul’s friend’s who had bought him Lloyd on his birthday. Lucas was a makeup artist and Leland was a fashion designer. Paul and Lloyd went home together. “I love you” said Lloyd. “I love you, too.”

Lloyd worked as a busboy at Paul’s restaurant. They went to meet Paul’s widowed mother in White Plains. At Christmas, they went to Minneapolis to meet Lloyd’s family. “This is my boyfriend, Paul.” They fucked and slept in Lloyd’s old room. On New Year’s Eve back in Manhattan, they danced together at The Saint. Their lives together went on, the past became distant.

It was not a good day.  When I woke up very late that morning, my head was pounding like someone had given my hellion eight year old nephew a case of red bull and a drum set.   I was wondering what I had done to deserve such a headache like this when the fog started to lift on the details of the previous night out.  And I remembered why I rarely, if ever drank.  And I wondered if I’d really said what I seemed to recall saying.  Fuck this could be bad, really bad.

Years ago, my friend Dave had confessed when he’d first come to town he’d worked briefly as a male escort.  I was one of the only people he had shared this with and I’d always kept that confidence.  I get it.  Sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive.  Though if I had to be completely honest with myself, Dave had fueled more than a few of my fantasies over the years.  He was tall, athletic, and solid though he could probably stand to lose ten-fifteen pounds or so, that only made him more attractive in my mind.  Even pushing fifty he was my own personal DILF and yes, deep down I admitted to myself I had a secret crush on him. 

But though I had always been very attracted to him, that feeling only went one way.  He had a deep affection for guys in their twenties that were pierced, tattooed and far more urban than I could ever hope to be.  While in pretty damn good shape with great shoulders and a tight flat stomach, I’m an average looking accountant in his early fifties which pretty much says it all.  And that wasn’t counting my rather large balls and thick cock that was a hair under eight inches.  Though my crush had never impacted the friendship though other than my occasional wistful glance or his image sneaking into my nightly jack off fantasies. 

Then last night happened, or at least I seemed to remember it happening.  I think, it was sort of a big blur.  Since it was his birthday so I took him to dinner where we had a drink or two then he wanted to go to a bar in WeHo.  I generally avoided bars and especially bars in WeHo but since it was a special occasion and he was in charge I relented. 

Somewhere between something with vodka and something else with tequila we had one of those deep heart to heart talks that only those who are three sheets to the wind can have.  Mostly, I suspect, because they won’t remember it later.  Dave confessed his personal training business wasn’t doing well and his side business of massage wasn’t really helping.  He spoke of getting older and not being young and hot enough to compete with the other guys in the area.  Which was a bit true I guess, since most of them tended to be walking advertisements for steroids.  And between a bunch of debt and a few big bills coming up he was freaking out. 

After another round of something with a sidecar, my drunk off my ass brain came up with a brilliant idea.  My offer to help him out of his situation.  I let him know if he ever decided to start escorting again, I’d be first in line.  After a moment of his non-reaction, I realized through the booze what I had said.  Oops, well that did not go over well.  This is why I don’t normally drink. 

Well, that put a rather quick end to the evening.  Dave became very quiet and I felt beyond awkward at that point so after finishing our drinks we each took our respective Lyft rides home.  Where I woke up with the mother of all hangovers. 

With the help of a super jumbo ice coffee, a gallon of water and a handful of aspirin I managed to make it through the day.  I was a bit concerned as there wasn’t a a peep from Dave during the day.  Not enough to worry though since he had even less tolerance for booze than me.  The last time he tied one on he didn’t surface for three days.  My plan though was to feign drunken ignorance of anything that had happened after the fifth drink and just hoped that would work.  I’d miss Dave if he freaked out and ghosted me so I also worked up some heartfelt apologies based on what happened when he finally surfaced.

I was giving him some space but towards the end of the week it was still radio silence.  I was about to reach out to Dave when I finally got a text late Thursday night.

“Hows it going?”  Dave asked.

“I’m good, my hangover only lasted two days. You?”  I answered, breathing in a sigh of relief.  I waited for a response but my phone was silent for a long time.  At least it was a start I thought so maybe the situation wasn’t so bad.  Hopefully, he’d forgotten most of that night. 

Ding.  Looking down at my phone I saw another text and my heart leap in my chest. 

“Were you serious?” 

Hell yes, I was serious.  Maybe if I had just one session of balls to the wall sex with him, I would realized how inappropriate my attraction was and I could stop crushing on him.  So I texted him back, “Yes”. 

That was it until my phone rang Friday night, it was Dave.  I quickly decided not to mention anything about the previous weekend, what I said or his texts.  The ball would be completely in his court.   Half an hour later, I was wondering if he was going to mention anything at all.  Our conversation had been pretty much just a catch up for the week and hangover symptom comparisons.  I had been right though, he was still a lightweight and faired far worse.  It was towards the end of the conversation he finally brought it up.

“Can I ask you a question?”  Dave asked.

“Sure.” I answered without my normal sideways comment which usually involved me popping out some random fact like that was the answer.

“The other night you made me an offer.”  At which point he grew very quiet. 

“Yes, but if that made you uncomfortable I apologize.” 

“No, it’s not that.  It was just a surprise and I’m open to it but it’s just, well, there are guys out there so much younger and hotter than me.”  His voice almost quiet.  I could literally feel his insecurity at getting older. 

“Dude, you are the original DILF.  Do you really not know how attractive you are?”  I explained to reassure him. 

“Maybe I used to be years ago but now… well, thank you.”  Dave answered though I could hear the doubt in his voice.  He seemed honestly surprised someone could find him attractive enough to pay him for sex. 

“If you need money I can lend you some.”  I offered but that only made him cough out a harsh laugh. 

“I’m so broke I could never hope to pay you back.  So how much?”  He asked.  It was my turn to be at a loss for words so I just answered with a question.

“Can I ask how much did you used to charge?”  I asked, since I had no idea what he would consider fair.

He hesitated before finally answering softly, “A couple hundred.”  Then he was quiet again.  Having listened to him talk in the past about problems trying to find ‘skilled tops’ and his habit of wanting me to make decisions for him, I knew what to do.

“Okay, here’s the deal.  I’ll give you a thousand bucks cash for the night with a possible incentive bonus if I’m really happy.”  I said in my gruff adult voice. 

“A grand…” 

“Yes, I’ll book a hotel room so it’s neutral territory.  I’ll text you tomorrow afternoon with details. Okay?”  My voice was stern but soft.

“Yes.”  Dave answered softly. 

“Tomorrow.”  And I hung up, my stomach almost in knots at the idea of finally getting him into bed and worried I might really fuck up our friendship. 

The next afternoon, I got a room in a nearby hotel and got everything ready.  That included a couple of 40 watt bulbs that gave off a warm red light that made everyone look good and would make him look like a God.  Then I texted him instructions and told him to bring any supplies we might need before running out to get some drinks and snacks.

Right on time, there was a soft knock at the door.  Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to let him in.  Dave looked, well, beyond tense to almost terrified as the door closed behind him. 

“Dave, just take a deep breath and relax.  Nothing bad is going to happen.”  I said softly, hoping to get him to relax a bit.

“I know, it’s just I don’t want you to be disappointed.”  His voice quiet and still unsure. 

“I won’t be.  Trust me.” I answered as flicked the little red lights on to set the mood and then turned off the overly bright over overhead lamps.  The change in lighting seemed to help him relax a bit.  Moving farther into the room, Dave kicked off his shoes and tossed his backpack on the chair next to the bed. 

“You want me to put some porn on?”  I asked.  At his nod, I moved to flick on the TV and a minute later two guys were going at it in a garage.  Dave started to pull off his shirt but I stopped him.

“Wait, I want to do that.”  I said as I stepped into his space.  Leaning in, my lips softly grazed his as my hands went to his waste to pull him in closer.  I know he could feel my hardness as our groins met.  My lips gently caressed his before moving to his cheek, his earlobe and his neck.  I breathed in his scent as I flicked my tongue to taste his skin.  With a tiny shudder, his own hands reached around to pull me closer. 

My mouth returned to his and I slowly deepened the kiss, my tongue entering his mouth and making contact with his.  His arms tightened around me as our kiss became deepened and became more fevered.  The taste of him was sending me into overload and my hands ran up under his teeshirt to feel the heat of his muscled back.  After a moment, I broke the kiss to pull his shirt completely off.  He was still as beautiful as I remember from swimming with him a few years ago.  A light dusting of hair spread over his thick chest with that baby spare tire that only made him more attractive.  He truly was the Daddy I was going to fuck.

Pushing him back on to the bed I stripped of my shirt and got on the bed with him.   His arms pulled me down on to him as my mouth met his in another passionate kiss as our bodies ground against each other.  Breaking the kiss, I moved to lick, suck and taste his neck as I started to move down his body.  His own hands weren’t idle, as they roamed my back and through my hair. 

I raised up to look at his face.  With his eyes half lidded, his lips slight swollen from kissing, and skin glowing in the soft red light, he was a work of art.  Something about that craggy face with the beard shadow and smile lines just got to me.  I kept eye contact as I used my mouth and made my way to one of his nipples.

“Wait… I…”  Dave said before hesitating. 

“Don’t worry, I remember.”  I answered, as I ever so gently kissed his nipple.  I could still see the faint scar from his surgery many years ago and understood how careful I needed to be.  With utmost care, I suckled his nipple so as not to hurt him and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure.   Tasting my way towards my ultimate goal, I pressed my face into the hardness pushing through his pants.  I undid the clasp and unzipped his shorts to pull them open.  His rock hard dick pushed up through his underwear, wanting to be free. 

Pulling his underwear down, his cock popped out.  Hard, beautiful and thick, it was probably just a hair under nine inches.  I jacked his cock a bit before opening my mouth and swallowing the head.  I used my tongue to work my way under the bit of foreskin he had before taking as much of his length down my throat as I could. 

With a moan and a soft “more” Dave pushed his hips up as I continued to suck his cock.  While I wanted to keep sucking, I wanted him naked even more.  Getting up on my knees, I finished pulling off the rest of his clothes before removing my own.  Seeing him like that, naked and hard waiting for me made my hunger for him grow.  I gave the scars on his knee a quick kiss as I settled back down between his legs. 

Pushing his legs a bit farther apart, I took each ball into my mouth to give them a gentle massage and sucking before slowly, ever so slowly.  The taste and scent of his skin were heady.  Then I moved on to licking up the shaft of his cock to the head.  I focused on sucking the head of his and jacking him as I swallowed more and more of his dick.  Finally with a bit of effort, I was able to get almost all of his length down my throat.  His moans of pleasure and fingers running through my hair encouraged me I continued to suck his cock. 

It was when Dave’s breathing grew labored and his cock grew harder that I pulled off.  As much as I would have loved to swallow his load I did not want this man to climax too soon. 

“Damn dude, I was so close.”  Dave said with the tiniest bit of a pout.  It was sexy as hell.  I moved up to kiss that luscious mouth again as our hard cocks ground together.

“Patience,  I want to make you crazy with pleasure tonight.”  I said as I rolled off on to my side and reached to stroke his cock.  Dave leaned over to kiss me again while his hand stroked my chest before moving down to feel my own dick.  The sensation of finally feeling his touch made me moan into the kiss.  His hand continued exploring to caress and play with my balls.

“Damn,  those are some nice balls.”  Dave said as he lifted his mouth from mine.   He began his own trek south stopping at my nipples, kissing my stomach and then down to my cock for a quick suck.

“And you know I like big balls”  He said as he began to lick and suck each ball in turn while one of his hands jacked my cock.  It was my turn to moan as I had never had anyone pay that much attention to my nuts.  Dave spent the next several minutes moving between lavishing his affections on my balls with an occasional trip to my cock and the feeling was so intense I was getting close. 

As his mouth once again closed over the head of my cock I realized I was far too close and even as much as I pained me, I asked him to stop. 

“Everything okay?”  He asked, looking uncertain as he raised his head.  Just seeing him there between my legs with his lips slick and a tiny bit puffy from using them to pleasure me shot something deep through me. 

“Very okay, but it’s too soon.”  I said as I reached to pull him back up and into another kiss.  I could taste a hint of myself on his tongue.  We continued to kiss and grind against each other as our hands roamed, touched and pleasured.  Using my hand to gently caress his neck while I made line of little kisses to his ear. 

“Tell me what you want.”  I whispered as I traced my tongue along the outer rim of his ear.  With a tiny shudder, he just pulled me closer.  Deep down, I knew what he wanted but also was afraid to ask for.  With his height, build and size of his dick guys always wanted him to top when he would really rather bottom.  I remembered the online ad I wasn’t supposed to see. 

“I’ll tell you want you want, you want me to fuck you.”  I said as I ran my hand down to that beautiful thick meaty ass and gave it a squeeze before running a finger down to tease his hole.  I could almost feel it give my finger a gentle nibble.

“Yes.” Dave said with a barely audible hiss causing my dick to jump in anticipation. 

“Roll over.”  I said as I moved to straddle him.  Sitting astride him with my rock hard cock nestled against his ass, I gently massaged his shoulders for a moment.  I leaned down to kiss, lick and taste his neck as I rubbed my body against his in anticipation of what was to come.  As good as this felt with my skin rubbing against his, this was not how I wanted to fuck him the first time.   I wanted him on all fours so I could fuck him deep, hard and fast.  I already knew I was not going to last long once my dick was inside him. 

I game him a gentle back rub before hopping off him and standing next to the bed.  Looking down at him laying there face down and ass up sent a secret thrill to my dick, he was just beautiful.  His back was lightly muscled with a sprinkling of hair, no waxing for him.  Dave’s ass raised up just enough to show he never skipped doing squats at the gym, wow. 

“Dave, move here to the edge of the bed.”  I said, indicating the position I wanted him to take.  After giving me the raised eyebrow letting me know he wasn’t to sure about this. 

“Trust me.”  I said with my best salesmen voice.  With a slight eye roll Dave assumed the position.  Oh yeah, he knew just the position I wanted him in I thought with an inward chuckle.

On all fours at the edge of the bed with back arched and his ass in the air, Dave was a fantasy come to life.  His ass was meaty and solid with just the right amount of bounce.  The smooth skin warn under my hand as I stroked him.  Moving forward, I rubbed my cock up and down his crack while my hands wandered his muscled back.  I stepped back and took in the beautiful view of him like that with his balls hanging down and ass offered up, wow.  Dropping to my knees, I spread his cheeks to get a closer look at that little wrinkled pucker, damn.

“What are…” Dave started to ask as I leaned in to kiss his hole, causing his voice to change to a softly whispered moan.  Ever so gently, I used my tongue to kiss and lick that perfect circle.  The taste was sensuous, male and one hundred percent pure Dave.  I loved it and from the soft noise that escaped Dave, he loved it just as much. 

Over the next few minutes, I ate his ass with a sense of desire I didn’t know I had.  Using my tongue to circle and tease his hole, I felt it loosen and grow slick as Dave moaned louder and pushed back against me.  My leaking cock was so hard it almost hurt, I was so turned on.

Standing, I quickly grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock.  Not wanting to hurt him with a rough thrust, I gently slid my dick into his welcoming hole.  The warm slick heat was like nothing I had ever experienced.  Once I was balls deep inside him, I gave him a moment.  It wasn’t easy though, I had to fight the urge to pound him hard and fast before breeding that perfect hungry hole.  Glancing down I saw the tight ring of his clenching hole clutch hungrily at my dick as I started with slow gentle thrusts. 

Then I pulled almost all the way out before sliding all the way in a bit faster, causing Dave to let out a softly moaned “Yes, fuck me….” 

“Fuck Dave, your ass feels so good.  Your ass was made to be fucked, you… you were made to be fucked.”  I said with a rough groan as I started to pick up the pace of my thrusts.  His only response was only a muttered yes followed by what I thought was ‘more’.  Grabbing his hips firmly I started to fuck him harder as my balls slapped against his.  I was so so close to blowing my load deep inside that perfect ass. 

“I’m gonna cum.”  I growled out as I picked up the pace.

You ready for my load Dave?” My voice harsh.

“Fuck… yes… give me that load…. breed me.”  Dave groaned as he fucked himself back on to my cock.  Hearing those words from him, made me lose it.  My cock exploded and spurt after spurt of my jizz filled his hungry ass.  Even after my balls had completely emptied, I just kept pounding myself into him. 

Finally running out of steam, I gently pulled myself out of his well fucked ass.  I reached down with on hand to feel his own rock hard cock as I rubbed his back.   

“So…  do you want to fuck me?”  I asked as I leaned down give his back a kiss and continued to stroke his dick ever so lightly. 

“Well, I can if you want…”  Dave answered hesitantly.  Moving up on the bed he rolled over on to his back with that beautiful cock still standing at attention.  In the soft red light, his sweat dampened skin positively glowed.  Though I had just shot a minute before my desire was not yet sated.  I leaned over and slowly kissed, licked and tasted the salt of his skin on his chest and abs.  A hand came to rest on my shoulder and stroked me in gentle affection.  Hearing his hesitation, I knew what I had long suspected was true.  For all his swagger and talk of being almost exclusively a top, Dave was a bottom at heart. 

I moved to give him a kiss, our tongues circling and gliding against each other  as I slowly stroked the length of his cock with my hand.  I broke the kiss and locked my gaze on his.

Straddling him, I gently kissed his face, then to each ear and his neck.  Tiny sucking kisses on his neck led me to his nipples once again.  Then across his chest and stomach, including lazy kisses around his navel.  Finally, I was again at that rock hard cock. 

I slowly sucked his cock, working on the head and then finally all the way down my throat.  Dave moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I picked up the pace. I wanted, needed to taste this man’s cum.  Using my index finger, I traced the outline of his slick leaking hole to tease him.  Even as his hands grew more frenzied in pulling my face on to his cock, he spread his legs to give me better access. 

I used two fingers to fuck him while I concentrated on sucking his cock.  I wanted this man to explode in an orgasm he would never forget and knew just how to do it.  I thrust my fingers deeper inside him taking direct aim at his prostate.  With the second poke to his joy button Dave let out a howl as he rammed his cock all the way down my throat and unload.  Jets of his cum shot straight into my stomach but I needed to taste him.

Pulling off just enough to feel the last couple of shots of his cum directly on my cum, I finally realized my fantasy of tasting his load.  It was warm, salty and savory all at the same time.  As I licked him clean, I looked up to see Dave breathing so heavily I might have thought he was hyperventilating. 

“Dude, that was, just fucking wow.  I have no words.”  He said as his breathing slowly returned to normal. 

“Good, that was the plan.”  I answered with a smile as I flopped down next to him.  Dave moved to kiss me before snuggling up against me. 

“Do you think you might want to fuck me again?”  Dave asked softly.  I kissed the top of the head and smiled.

“Hell, yes.”  I answered as I pulled him closer.  This was going to be one hell of a night.    

It all started when i got transferred into the “advanced help” program at my high school. My counselor was always a dick but when he said summer school wouldn’t be enough to graduate i knew it was my own fault. He brought up the AH school a handful of old classrooms off to the side of the highschool. I knew too well of it we called it the reschool because those there weren’t the brightest. I dreaded enrolling but had no choice one year here and i could graduate next year, even if i slacked off again and failed all my classes.

My first day came and i was dreading it, coul not sleep all night. Most the day went without incident but in my last class i started nodding off. I was jolted awake with a sharp jab under the rib and a loud sound that turned out to be a fart played off chris durans phone. He was a light skinned latino kid who was the most popular at reschool. “New guy farted” he shouted to the laughs of the class. I was humiliated my face turned red and i ran out before the bell.

I managed to go all of my school career without being bullied. Surprising given my boyish good looks, brown shoulder length hair, light eyes, freckles and a pretty small stature at 5 foot 6 and under 130 pounds. This was new and the second day wasn’t much better everyone joked at me all day. No direct incidents until the end of the week when chris tripped me at the assembly and everyone laughed and made fart jokes.

I hated him so much through much of the next few weeks i got by fantasizing about some newfound fighting prowess or a hero that would let me get revenge. Everyday he made jokes and would just knock things out of my hands. I never had much friends but here there weren’t much people in the first place and the very few who didnt jump in on the bullying wanted nothing to do with me because i hated the coolest guy mr chris duran. I never felt so lonely and angry.

The worst incidents was one day when i came late too school i ran straight for the bathroom holding a full blader. As i unzipped in front of the urinal and started peeing chris popped out of a stall and pulled my pants up in a front wedgie, completely soaking my pants. I ran out the bathroom and as i approached the classrooms i realized the fire alarm was going off. Shortly i was surrounded by every student at the school. “Look who pissed themselves, microdicks cant hold their piss”. Everyone lost it and i was microdick and pee pants and baby dick pamper boy from then on.

People started putting photoshop pictures of me in diapers on my desk and every girl made small dick jokes and hand gestures everytime i saw them. Every time. I was miserable and humiliated all the time.

After a while of this going on chris decided to come up to me after class. “Hey man you know i was just hazing you right? No hard feelings?” I don’t know why but this was infuriating. “How about you give me $20 and you come smoke with us?” I was about to say go fuck yourself but then i thought maybe i could get him in trouble, kicked out even. “Okay” i said sheepishly handing him the money. “Sike!” He laughed and took off running.

 Something in me snapped and i took off after him, we ran for blocks and eventually our runs began too slow and i closed the distance.With the last bit of my strength i leaped into him knocking him down. At that opportunity i pounced and unleashed everything i had in a pathetic fury of weak blows.

As this happened an old 90s sedan pulled up to us playing some kind of spanish rap. “Get off my little cousin bitch” i heard in a heavy hispanic accent. Suddenly a big muscular arm wrapped around my neck pulling me a couple feet up into the air. “We taking this sweet bitch too the hood dog?” I heard a second man say. He got out and helped chris up and into the back seat, then he grabbed my waist and hoisted me int the back with them.

We drove further and further as the men held me down across their laps. One older man on each side and chris in between. The men looked similar around six foot or taller bald and in their late 40s or early fifties, with tan heavily tattooed skin and burly moustaches. I assumed the driver looked the same. Chris was in the middle and they told him how too duct tape my arms and legs back so i couldn’t struggle, while chris and one of the men tied me up the other was holding my face down into the crotch of his purple basketball shorts. I could feel his penis slowly become erect against my face.

We finally slowed down and i heard a garage door open. After pulling in and the door closing behind everything went a bit darker. I could hear and feel everyone exiting the car except the man holding my face against his hard cock. Finally the man holding my face down spoke to the others. “Hey you guys wanna see what i do to fools that hit my cousin?” As he asked them he yanked my head up from the back of my hair, the dim light was enough to illuminate his large bulge, just as i was making it out he blocked my view with his other armand slid his hand up his inner leg pulling his leg hole of his shorts under his balls. He then arched his pelvis up a little exposing his asshole a little and forced my head down between his thighs and farted a long gassy fart. I could feel the hot air being forced between the seat and up into my face. “Think about that while you wait for someone to get you ready” he said as the others chuckled and left. I heard a door close behind them.

The Saturday morning impromptu tennis matches at the Royal Thai Military Academy on the corner of Wireless and Rama IV Roads in Bangkok, Thailand, were about sport, exercise, and networking. But they also were about sex and spying. The informal gathering on six courts on the academy grounds, hosting by a bevy of Thai Army colonels who ran the academy, were basically for the military guys in the foreign—farang to the Thai—diplomatic missions based in the Thai capital and not just that, but, specifically, a subset of these men who had a fetish for body sculpting and for driving young men.

I wasn’t military, but, at twenty-five, I was a young man who would lay under men, I worked in the American Embassy, and I was a near-pro tennis player. I also, unknown to most of the men in the Saturday morning group, was a spy of sorts. I was early to the game. I wasn’t charged with figuring out what information meant. My job was to gather it for others to assess and, if called upon, to function as a honey trap—to suborn men or women sexually to open them up to espionage blackmail.

The common understanding was that one could not be gay and work in U.S. intelligence at the same time—that if it were found that you were gay, you automatically would be drummed out of the service as a security risk. You could easily be blackmailed to inform foreign services on your own organization, or so the common wisdom went. I found that wasn’t necessarily the case. Sometimes you were recruited even if you were gay—or precisely because you were gay—by your intelligence service to use that themselves. You couldn’t be blackmailed for being gay if your own service not only knew you were but also was using that for its own purposes. People thinking this never could happen were ignoring the power of the world’s two oldest professions—prostitute and spy—being brought together to produce results.

Ostensibly, my first-tour job in the U.S. foreign service was as a visa clerk in the U.S. consulate at the American Embassy in Bangkok, which was just up the street on Wireless Road from the Royal Thai Military Academy complex. In reality, I was a young intelligence officer in Bangkok Station, the CIA office in the American Embassy, assigned to Bangkok because it was a wild and crazy, sexually open city with a large foreign diplomatic and military community. Diplomats and military men from around the world who had a fetish for other men wrangled tours of duty in Bangkok.

Americans were no different. JUSMAG—the Joint U.S. Military Advisory Group—which had been set up in Bangkok as the war in Vietnam was winding down to aid Thailand in preventing falling to the communists as Cambodia already had and Vietnam was about to, was almost completely composed of American military men who worshipped both their own bodies and those of other men. This was one of those billets where the Army sent officers they knew or suspected to be gay but who were too well connected or too valuable to U.S. military interests to drum out of the service.

I hadn’t been in Thailand for more than a couple of weeks before the commander of JUSMAG, a black major, nosed me out, no doubt with help from the CIA station, and seduced me and made me his. He was a regular member of the Saturday tennis gathering at the Royal Thai Military Academy and, despite my not being military or anyone of importance in that network, introduced me into the group. I was an immediate hit there not only because I was a very good tennis player but also because I was attractive to men and I would let them cover me.

It became known in the Saturday group that I craved having a man’s cock inside me and that, after tennis on Saturday, I would generally go with any of the other players whose turn it was with me. I did prefer fit men. They didn’t have to be handsome, but I preferred that they had great bodies. That wasn’t a problem with the Saturday morning tennis group. You had to be fit to manage to play vigorous tennis for two or three hours under the Bangkok morning sun. The Station encouraged the activity, because the gathering was a rich vein of foreign military and diplomatic information to mine.

The military men knew who I worked for and it became a “thing” for them to lure me to go with them after tennis by giving me a tidbit or two of intelligence to take back to the Station. So, Saturday became not only an exercise and sport day for me but a work day as well.

Sometimes the arrangement had been made who I would leave tennis with, but sometimes I went to the Saturday morning gatherings just for the general play and to see how opportunities would unfold. The organizer, Colonel Samat, who was a handsome, tall, muscular Thai with strong Chinese ancestry, which many in the city of Bangkok had, had taken a fancy to me. There were more dominant men in the group than submissives, so I was in constant demand. I also was young and blond Westerner, which were a premium in Bangkok. But Samat always had to be given his due and made happy, so more often than not I found myself on my back on the desk or sofa in his office at the academy taking his cock. But sometimes I went to the tennis gatherings with a mission. Such was the case on this specific Saturday.

Turkey was playing both sides on the cold war divide—the cold war still being in full swing in the mid-1970s of my “Saturday tennis at the Royal Thai Military Academy” years. The United States had bases there and counted Turkey as a close ally. But intelligence was in that Turkey was permitting the Soviets to build a satellite tracking base in the mountains overlooking the Black Sea. Just what satellites would the Soviets be tracking from there—and why—U.S. intelligence wondered. The United States had coveted putting a tracking base here itself to monitor the Soviet Union and had been turned down by the Turks. That only sharpened U.S. interest in what the Soviets were doing there.

Not all intelligence gathering on another country need be done in that country.

Erol Erdegon was a military attaché at the Turkish embassy in Bangkok. He was a bit more than forty, solidly built, with a heavily hirsute and muscular body. His face was so ugly in a thuggish way that he was, in fact, attractive to young men who wanted to be dominated—and not just dominated; young men in the mood to be manhandled. I was a young man who wanted to be dominated—and occasionally manhandled as well and to suffer a bit—so I didn’t shy away from men like Erdegon. That was a good thing, because my brief was to make him think he was seducing me and to find out what he knew about the satellite tracking station the Soviets were building in his country while letting him think I wanted to ride his cock so badly that I would give him a rundown of who really did what in the CIA Station at the Bangkok embassy. He wouldn’t expect a consular affairs clerk to know much about that, but maybe something. The station, in turn, didn’t mind him knowing more than just a little, because they wanted to recruit and run him. When someone from the Station approached him directly to work for us, via blackmail, if necessary, we wanted him to realize the contact was by the Station.

The temperature was over 100 Fahrenheit on an early October day. This was the tropics: hot and steamy. The men were hot and steamy too, playing bare-chested, all proud of their well-developed, constantly honed military-bearing, now sweat-glistening bodies. It was a two litre-bottles of Coke day in replacing fluids in our hard-worked, bronze-tanned, sweat-shimmering bodies. Given the interest of these men, as much effort was spent in admiring and being aroused by the bodies across the net from them as in the tennis. Although the tennis was good too. These men were athletes.

Without exception, the men choosing to be here on a Saturday morning were actively gay. Colonel Samat, who coordinated the Saturday morning tennis, made sure of that. Even those pushing seventy were in top form, both in terms of physical fitness and sexuality. If they hadn’t been, they wouldn’t have been invited to Saturday tennis. One or two did have trouble getting hard at their age, but even those knew how to work another man’s body to achieve sexual satisfaction. This also was a hedonist city; pills to provide effective help were readily available here. Many were the times that an old Thai general would stand over me, pop a few pills, and, within minutes, could get off while getting me off even without getting completely hard and inside me. There was no embarrassment to driving to an ejaculation in Bangkok in any way you could.

There were three dominants to every submissive on the court this morning, so I had no trouble whatsoever in attracting attention and suitors.

Most knew of Colonel Samat’s proprietary interest in me and kept their attention at the admiration level. Erdegon was new to the group. He wasn’t on warning about Samat’s claim, and I didn’t want him to be. I maneuvered to be across the net from him in doubles. Then I arranged to be his partner, coming close to him during consultations on how to handle the next point, letting him touch me, and he was a very hands-on man. It was obvious he wanted to touch me even more intimately than was being accorded. I was purposely teasing him.

Then, at last, with me across from the net from him in singles, each concentrating on the other, we engaged in a battle for control on the court. He lost—not by much, I made sure of—but he did lose. I was much the better tennis player, although he would not admit it and, given my mission, I would not claim it. But I made sure he lost. Turks didn’t lose graciously. I had become something that needed to be conquered. He had no idea I was the one who set that up.

Afterward, he whispered in my ear, “I must have you. Go with me afterward. I have tickets to the kick boxing.”

“Ah, building up to a mood of cruelty?” I asked.

“Does being cruel and vigorous scare you?”

“Yes, it makes me tremble,” I answered.

“Does it mean you won’t go with me?”

“No. I’ll go with you.”

“So, you like to tremble for a man?”

“I like to be satisfied totally,” I answered.

The kick boxing arena was next to the academy compound on Rama IV. It was a serious blood sport here. I could feel the connection he was making to sex in the intensity in which he was speaking of it. He was gripping my forearm with strong, calloused hands. I would be taxed hard for whatever information I could pillow talk out of him.

“You’ll have to wait,” I said. “I have to consult with Colonel Samat after tennis. If you want me to go with you today, you will have to wait afterward.” Holding him off would, I knew, have him wanting me even more.

“Samat will fuck you?”

“Yes, it’s what I have to give to be permitted to play tennis here on Saturdays.”

“But afterward, you will go with me?”

“Yes.”

“And I will fuck you?”

“If you wish.”

“Then I will wait.”

It didn’t take that long with Colonel Samat. We were well beyond seduction or foreplay. Sex was exercise for him—and release. Most of the group showered in a communal shower in the academy building afterward. Tennis on Saturdays in Bangkok was such a sweaty affair that cleanup was necessary before going forth, although Bangkok in October was so hot that all were sweaty shortly after going forth anyway.

Initially, I had participated in the communal showering as well, and this was often where the hooking up had happened—in the shower, all naked, after three hours of ogling each other, bare-chested and hard bodied over the tennis net. Here the erections were on proud display and the shopping of bodies was done. There were always more dominants at tennis than submissives. The dominants didn’t go unserviced, though. It meant that the submissives must do multiple servicing. One Saturday, before Colonel Samat had laid claim to me, I had been fucked by four men in the shower in the span of an hour after tennis, each watching another fuck me and waiting his turn.

Here was where I usually selected or was selected for ongoing exercise in the afternoon. Sometimes I made my choice based on the Station’s direction on who I needed to cultivate. Sometimes I did it out of sheer arousal by that man—or men. Here more than once I had ridden a man’s cock while others had watched and then ridden their cocks as well. Here once I had been sandwiched between two men in a standing double. Oh, how I’d gloriously suffered in that coupling. Doing it while others watched let them know I was in play.

After a few weeks, though, Samat, the man in charge of Saturday mornings, had laid his claim and when others went to the communal shower, I went with Samat to his office, which had its own adjacent bathroom, with shower attached. Now, if I was targeting a specific member of the group, I had to make arrangements for a tryst somewhere other than the communal shower—and I had to arranging it around anything Samat wanted to do with me. Fortunately, he wanted to cover any new submissive being tried out by the group, so I didn’t always have to go with him first.

On this day, I went with Samat to his office. We showered together in his shower, soaping each other up, and me dropping to my knees and taking him in my throat. Usually we lingered longer than today, with me being the one to spin it out. Samat was all business and this was exercise. His muscles had been exercised well in the tennis, but he was an Asian traditionalist. His beliefs included exercising his sexual muscles and draining his semen system regularly—daily for as long as he could manage it. He was fine with mounting me immediately, riding me in a gallop to release, and then dismissing me well breeded. If he could do it all in twelve minutes, well and good. He’d found additional time in his day for his many other demands and activities—maybe even for another ride on a young soldier.

Today my mission was the Turk, who may or may not have been waiting for me. I was more straightforward with Samat this day, needing to get it over with. After I heated him up with great and quick head, he pulled me up from my knees, turned me, and slammed me against the slick tiles of the shower wall under the cascading water.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now,” I cried out, and pressing my cheek against the tiles and grasping my wrists in one strong hand, and pushing my arms over my head, wrists against the tiles, while I jutted my buttocks back, he mounted me and fucked me with much frenzy and vigor as a man his age could muster. It was all over in fifteen minutes from start to finish. He was as satiated and I was as well plowed as we would have been if he’d taken a half hour.

Erol Erdegon had waited for me. He didn’t ask what I’d been consulting Colonel Samat about. He most likely knew. It didn’t decrease his arousal or his own need to conquer.

* * * *

Thai kickboxing quite definitely is a blood sport. There is blood and there is no-holds-bared jabbing. And sometimes there is maiming and death. It obviously was the Turk’s favorite sport. We were sitting just above the blood-splatter row. The ushers recognized and nearly genuflected to Erdegon, so he obviously was a regular here. He really got into the action, jerking with the punches, muttering suggestions, snorting and licking his lips when telling punches or kicks were delivered, and revving his engines for mayhem. The side of my body that was toward him in the seats came away with bruising from his gripping and squeezing as he became one with what was going on in the ring.

“You really seem to know how this was done,” I said at one point, which was when he informed me that he had been in the ring here a few times himself, a novelty that the Thai cheered.

I had thought we would pick up something to eat at the arena, but he was glued to the action there. He didn’t even seem to notice when I twice got up and went to the lobby because the fighting was getting too gruesome for me. And then after the fights, when I thought we’d get something to eat before getting down to action, he was too keyed up to do anything but satisfy his own blood lust. I had beaten him at tennis. Even without the influence of the war that was kickboxing had on him, he was heated up to need to show me who was master—who was conqueror and who was vanquished. I realized that it might have been a miscalculation not to let him win the tennis match.

Erdegon drove a large Mercedes sedan with smoked windows. We didn’t go far, just across Rama IV Road and into the Soi Ngam Du Phli, which isn’t far from the Patpong red light district. The street was lined with noodle shops and massage parlors. He pulled into an alleyway, which led to one of the short-time hotels that were scattered about the district. This one was of a common design in which the ground floor was for parking and the rooms were above, reached by individual staircases inside the covered parking place. We stopped momentarily at a guard house, where Erdegon paid the fee and was told which bay to park in. The garages were separately walled and the entries were covered by a sheeting of canvas strips that would part for a car to drive through and into the garage and then fall back into place so no one on the outside could see the car parked in the garage. License plates could not be read from the outside. The room above the garage, reached by an internal staircase on the inner wall of the garage, consisted of a bedroom, dominated by a large bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom with bathtubs and showers that accommodated more than one. What stood out were the bed and the bathtub. There was a third floor that was a brothel. You still paid for a room on the second floor, though, and that’s where you fucked the rent-boy. There was a viewing room on the third floor where you made your choice if you hadn’t brought your own candy, and the whore came down to you. Corridors and staircases ran along the back of the building.

This wasn’t the first short-term hotel I’d been to in Bangkok. I’d even been to this particular hotel before. It was close to where I played tennis and hooked up with intelligence targets on Saturdays afterward. I had been brought to a variety of nearby fuck hotels frequently on a Saturday afternoon. There was another such hotel even closer to the Royal Thai Military Academy grounds, where the Station paid the gatekeeper to assign a unit that was bugged. If I guided a man there after tennis, the gate guard on duty knew which “take me to paradise” unit to assign us.

Erdegon was in such a high state of lust and need that we didn’t immediately make it upstairs to the bedroom. He fucked me in the backseat of the Mercedes, which, thankfully, provided a lot of room. He quickly stripped me and, other than stripping off his own trousers and briefs, remained clothed as I was slouched in the center of the backseat, one leg hooked on his right shoulder and the foot of the other leg pressed into the dome light, and he crouched over me, slapping me about and his hands rhythmically choking my throat while he fucked me with a beer can cock that wasn’t long but that was almost impossibly thick and stretched me with great difficulty because it was so thick and because he didn’t give me sufficient time to open to him. Ten minutes of his rutting and grunting and me gasping, gurgling, and pleading, “Easy, easy. Give me time!” and he was jerking and releasing into the bulb of his condom.

My second quick rush to servicing of the day. Except it wasn’t going to be just the once with the Turk.

Conquering and not giving me time to have any part of being in control was the whole point with Erdegon. He took me and took me hard, leaving me lying across the backseat of the Mercedes, panting and moaning, while he gathered up his trousers and briefs and mounted the stairs to the second floor.

“I’m not done,” he growled. “Come upstairs when you’re ready for more.”

“You’ve never killed a guy in sex, have you?” I asked, seeking assurances. He didn’t answer before he was gone up the stairs to the fuck room.

I can’t say he didn’t give me a change to leave. I’d gotten a taste of how lost to blood-lust he was and how brutal he could be. When he was conscious of it or not, he was giving me an opportunity just to slip out of the garage between those canvas strip and escape his lust. But I was on assignment. I didn’t really have a choice.

Twenty minutes later, I had joined him, finding him naked and hugging a bottle of Jack Daniels he’d had in the car and took upstairs with him. I didn’t see him in the room when I reached the top of the stairs. He was behind me, though. He grabbed me, turned me with one hand gripping my shoulder, and punched me in the belly. As I was going down, he hit me with an uppercut to the chin. Neither were killing blows, but I wasn’t a prize fighter. I had no defenses to offer. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the floor to the bed. There, on the big bed that dominated the room, he put me on all fours, mounted me, dominated me, and fucked me hard and vigorously again. I gave him what he wanted, called him the master, surrendered to him, and told him exactly what he wanted to hear about what a dominating animal he was.

Once again, he used what he had—extraordinary thickness rather than length—to the best advantage, trapping my wrists and forcing himself in before I was dilated enough to take him, making me pant and gasp and whimper as he forced me open and used what he had as a battering ram. I whined embarrassingly and begged him to be less rough, knowing that that was exactly what he wanted to hear to justify the Turk in him—the need to win, to dominate, to conquer. I needed to simper and allow myself to be degraded.

He grasped both of my wrists in a beefy hand and held them together with one strong hand, my arms stretched painfully at my back, while he cupped my chin with his other hand, pulling the back of my head into his chest—and ramming, ramming, ramming me with his thick cock. I let him take it all, both because I enjoyed it like this on occasion and because I wanted him to be in a good, open, and unguarded mood for later.

He was only in maybe four inches when he could feel me surrender fully to him, relaxing and collapsing. My torso fell forward, flat onto the bed, the palms of his hands getting under me and clutching and working my pecs, The silkiness of his hairy chest rubbed on my shoulder blades, and the only energy I was expending was to my knees keeping my buttocks elevated enough to accommodate his angle of penetration and aiding me to rock back and forth on his shaft, assuring him that I was fully invested in the fuck.

His lips were close to my ear and he was murmuring a low litany of, “Al onu. Onu bana ver. Take it. Give it to me. I fuck you. Screw you hard, baby.”

Four inches of his thickness was enough for me to be lost to him. Giving a little laugh, he turned me onto my butt, hooked my ankles on his shoulders as he hovered over me, rocking on my pelvis, moving his thick cock in and out and around, stretching me to the max, while I lay back, my arms stretched out, my cheek to the sheets, my eyes bugged out and mouth yawning, every nerve in my body concentrating on those four extraordinarily thick four inches working, mastering, owning my passage. Arching my back and grabbing for my cock, I stroked to a finish as he held, hovering over me, clutching, separating, and kneading my buttocks.

With a little cry of “I’m coming,” I did. I tried to rise to him then, but he struck me across the face and I collapsed back onto the bed with a sob as he resumed the stroking to his own ejaculation.

Seduction mission or no seduction mission, this was a great fuck. The jury was still out, however, to the question of whether he’d every killed a guy during sex.

After we showered, he drove me over to the nearby Dusit Thani hotel on the opposite corner of Rama IV and Wireless Road from the Royal Thai Military Academy, where we had started that morning, and, at last, bought me a sandwich in the bar as we continued our love affair with Jack Daniels from a bottle. I didn’t point out to him that his devotion to American liquor meant I won. He had been conquered by the Americans.

We didn’t get around to what I, at least, and maybe Erol Erdegon too, was primarily here for until we had finished refueling in the Dusit Thani bar. I had asked him if he’d ever been to the States and told him that Disneyworld didn’t really count, but I’d done so to work in the comment that I’d been to the U.S. Incirlik Airforce base near Adana, Turkey, with the comment that this symbolized how well the United States and Turkey got along. This had played, rather tenuously, I admit, off his comment that we’d been good together in bed and he was interested in going back to the short-term hotel after we’d finished our drinks. He’d paid for the day, which was good up to 6:30 p.m. The cleaners would come in then and the night shift went into effect at 8:00.

“I don’t know if I’d survive another trip to that hotel with you,” I said.

He just smiled.

He agreed that the United States and Turkey were good allies, which let me get to where I was going.

“But what’s this I hear about the Soviets opening up a facility in Turkey up near the Black Sea?”

This was his prompt to pretend like he’d never heard of that and didn’t believe it, but I’d pleased him in bed and he wanted to bed me again. He was prompted to be forthcoming to achieve that desire. His defenses down, he came right back with, “That is just part of their man-in-space program—a communications tracking facility to help their manned capsuled get back to earth safely.”

“But do you really believe that?” I asked, surprised that he had a quick answer and acknowledged knowing about the facility. “How do you know what they are going to be doing there?”

He laughed and said, “My cousin, Sami, told me all about it. He’s a soldier and is being assigned to do security there. It’s nothing like America having military bases in Turkey. Where did you hear about it? Did someone at your embassy say something about what was happening there?”

This provided a perfect opening for me to do what else I’d been assigned to do—to drop a name in his lap that he would see as valuable information gathering and I knew was investment.

“Tom Dorning, a political officer, at the embassy told me,” I said. “If he’s really a political officer,” I added.

“A maybe political officer? Do you mean someone from the spy station in your embassy? A CIA agent? Or would you even know these things about who does what in your embassy?” He was goading me into revealing more than an embassy clerk should. I knew how this worked. He was being affectionate now, working my body out of view of others in the bar with his hands, and I was pretending I was lost to him.

“Of course I know about the people doing a different job than their job title said,” I answered. “Dorning does seem to be involved in more than just political reporting,” I acknowledged—purposely and somewhat innocently, I thought.

From there Erdegon tried to make me interested in going back to the short-term hotel with him. It was tempting and I told him it was, but I told him I had an embassy party to go to that evening and I’d better get back home and rest—that he was such a stud that he had exhausted me.

He let that stand when I added that there was always the next Saturday on the tennis courts at the Royal Thai Military Academy. In the “let’s go do it again” discussion, he hadn’t mention going back to his apartment. He was married. And I didn’t mention going to mine—I was married too. I knew that about him and that fact was going to make it so much easier to blackmail and recruit him; I doubted that he’d bothered to learn that about me. It didn’t matter so much about me. My wife worked in the Station and was as much a whore as U.S. interests required as I was.

* * * *

From the Dusit Thani, I retrieved my car from the military academy and drove up Wireless Road to the American Embassy, to meet, by prearrangement, Tom Dorning, a CIA Station agent at the embassy. My JUSMAG boyfriend had reported to the Station that I managed to drive away from the tennis that day with the Turkish Embassy mark. It had been prearranged that, if I managed to snare the Turk, Dorning was to come into the embassy and I would report to him when I could.

It wasn’t my job to assess information I’d collected, just to collect and report it, so I was somewhat surprised at how Dorning received what little I thought I’d learned from Erdegon on the new Soviet installation near the Black Sea in Turkey. He was delighted.

“Don’t you see?” he said. “If Erdegon knew about the facility and was quick to tell you what he thought was going on there, it’s good evidence that it’s for space program tracking rather than missile guidance. Otherwise, Erdegon wouldn’t have known it was being built and would doubt that it was. He’s nowhere close to the ‘need-to-know’ chain on that.”

“I see,” I said, only being able to half-way see that as evidence.

“And more important, he knows a Turk who says he’ll be involved in security there. If this were part of the Soviet offensive missile program, there’s no way they would let Turks do the security—or that Erdegon would be talking about it.”

“Ah, yes.” I did see the evidence of that.

“And did you manage to bring my name up with Erdegon?”

“Yes, that was easy,” I said. “So, are you going to recruit and run him now?”

“Since you’ve hooked up with him, we were thinking perhaps you could get him hooked for us before I move in. Tennis next Saturday. Did you leave it that you might hook up with him again then?”

“Yes,” I said. “He seems to be salivating for it.” I didn’t really like where this was going, though. I wasn’t then so deeply involved in recruitment, and Erdegon was more brutal fuck than I was comfortable taking. Not that I didn’t love the fucking; I just wasn’t sure I would survive it. Of course, later I was up to my neck in it.

“See if you can say that it’s your turn to drive and to pick out a hotel. Go to the one we have a room bugged in. The cameras will pick up the action and we’ll have something to blackmail him with. In fact, you said he really wanted to do it again today. Maybe—”

“Maybe not today. Anne and I have someplace to go, and I’ve been advised not to change my schedules around much not to attract attention.” What I really needed was to go a bit slower on this. Also, I wasn’t sure I could take this physically. The Turk was really brutal—not that the Station would care. My handlers didn’t take my well-being into much account. And I was as blackmailed into doing this as the Turk would end up being.

I’d do it, of course. I was part of my job. But now I’ll be more exposed. Turning Erdegon over to Dorning, and Erdegon thinking he’d pulled the name out of me himself, wouldn’t put me in the middle of this. If—no, when—I took the Turk to a room where we’d be photographed then he’d be blackmailed to work for the Station, Erdegon would know I was part of the recruitment. “Next Saturday,” I said.

I’d been on the job enough this Saturday.

I needed to unwind. I needed something tonight that was my choice. From the embassy compound, I drove back down Wireless, parked in the Dusit Thani garage, which, with my diplomatic tags, was easy enough to do. I walked into the Patpong red light district and went to a gay bar that had a male prostitute massage parlor and brothel in the floors above it.

Kiro Hirowatha, a little Japanese man of nearly fifty, who had magic hands and who owned the place, gave me a big smile when he saw me enter the bar. Kiro was a magician with the massage. He also was a magician in the use of his hands for other pleasures. I lay on his table and after he’d gotten me mellow with his deep massage, I felt his hand wrap around my erection, and I lay there and moaned. I was purring and completely relaxed when he’d gotten me off with his hands and then climbed up onto my prone body, mounted me, and rode my ass to heaven.

I was quite sure that Kiro wasn’t attached to any of the world’s intelligence agencies. But, then again, who could be sure of that?

Greg was a bit of a pussy. Not much of a ‘Dom’ type. He was posting for a meet-up with another submissive sort of gay man. I wasn’t interested in him at first. I was hoping for the old “I’m in her underwear and he catches me” scenario. I’ve always thought being caught, humiliated and dominated would be the best way for me to start exploring my bi/gay side. A side that I’ve been repressing for years. I’m not sure I can willingly just walk into a gay encounter. I need a push.

Greg was horny and told me he would give having me wear his sisters party dress and tying me up a try. He said having a guy dress like that and being bound had always been a turn on for him. He wanted to get sucked off, and I wanted to try sucking a cock for the first time. He was a shy, simple sort of guy. He seemed nice, and safe. We planned to meet at his apartment. 

Greg was a normal looking man. In his mid 30’s, average height, average weight, average looking. His apartment was nice, clean and well kept. He leaned in and kissed me right on the lips, right away. I backed off a bit. He looked at me like “This is what we are here for, isn’t it?’

He’s holding a long fluffy pink prom dress and a set of police style handcuffs in his hands. ” You’re going to dress up, put these on, then suck my cock, bitch!”

Music to my ears. 

With the dress was a nice bit of lingerie. I didn’t think at the time about a normal bi guy having so much fancy ladies’ underwear on hand. I quickly pulled on the white lace bra, garter belt, stockings and lace thong back panties. Everything was a pretty good fit. The prom dress fit me pretty well too. I didn’t think about all of that until later either. 

“How should I put on the handcuffs?”

“Behind your back, you stupid cunt.” 

More music. Maybe this guy has some potential after all. I’m really not experienced at this at all. But I’ve dreamed of it forever. Caught in a prom dress. Handcuffed like a kidnaped schoolgirl. Forced to suck a big cock like a whore. I came here. I told him what I wanted. He is delivering. Here we go!

He steps into the bedroom holding two beers. He is looking me up and down. He seems different. His pants are gone, His cock is hanging down from under his T shirt. Half hard and looking tasty. This might be fun. He says in a stern, dominant voice, “You look like my stupid, drunk prom date. Lock those cuffs on and lets’ get this party started.” 

Suddenly I realize I’m alone, up in a strange man’s bedroom, with only one way out. And he is blocking the door. I see myself in the bedroom mirror. The dress makes me look ridiculous. I’m not a girl. This isn’t a date. He could do anything to me. I’m hesitating. The cuffs aren’t locked yet. What the fuck should I do?

He perks up as we both hear the click of the clasps snapping loudly. It’s a final and disturbing sound. I’ve pushed the handcuffs together, locking then. I’m all in now. What have I done? He is smiling. I’m feeling humiliated, embarrassed and horny, all at the same time. Is this a nightmare about to begin, or a dream come true? I can’t take my eyes off the glistening head of his erect penis. I’m so fucking nervous. The cuffs are tight. I squeezed then too hard. I’m sweating with fear and anticipation. But for some crazy reason I think to myself, “This is perfect!”

The beers are set on the dresser top. Grags shirt comes off. I feel myself falling back, away from him. But he is on me, and I can’t stop him. He has me wrapped in his tight grasp. He forces his tongue into my mouth. I’ve only kissed two other guys. He isn’t the submissive guy I was expecting. He has a handful of my hair. He is pushing his tongue in deeper. His other hand is exploring my body draped in the satin dress. I can feel his hard cock poking me. It’s happening so fast. I catch my breath and try to pull back. I quickly realize having my hands cuffed behind me makes me very helpless. He looks me in the eyes and says, “You’re ours now, bitch.”

That doesn’t sink in until I’m already on my knees sucking him. My dress is half off. The lingerie is pulled aside and twisted around from him groping and molesting me. My knees hit the floor with a thud when he roughly pushed me there. He is being rude and demanding. I suppose I asked for that. I should take what I asked for? “Suck it you tramp! Suck harder! Use that slutty mouth for what it was made for. Suck me, bitch!”

I’m doing my best. I’m not sure what to do. I try. I suck. But his orders and demands are making it hard to concentrate. Plus evert 3rd or 4th thrust he pulls my head in and slides his cock back into my throat. So, I’m choking and gagging like a cock sucking rookie. And what he said. “You are ‘ours’? “

Finally, we get into a rhythm, and he comes. I didn’t know there would be so much. I choke and cough and drool and even swallow some of it. He laughs. 

He is breathing easier now. So am I. I figure I’ll be uncuffed and we can finish the beers and have a laugh over how shitty I am at it. My mistake. Instead, he straightens up my bra and pulls the dress back up over my shoulders. He has a large, soft red rubber ball in his hand. I can’t figure out what it could be for. It’s much too big for my mouth. It’s as big as a very large orange. He takes my head by a handful of hair, looks into my eyes, and says, “You were a good cock sucking bitch. Now open up!” He roughly pulls my head back. I gasp and complain from my hair and head being jerked back so hard. 

My lips and mouth are so drenched in cum, the ball slips right in. Well, most of it anyway. It’s huge. My mouth can’t open any more. But the ball forces it open even further. He is pushing the ball back into my mouth as he is pulling my head forward. I hear myself make a very loud “Ahhhh!’. Then a muffled “Mummphh!” Finally, after more stuffing and pushing, it’s nearly all the way in. 

A wide black nylon strap running through the middle of the ball is pulled back around and behind my head. A buckle tightens. Then more. The ball is forced even further in. Greg is pulling and stretching the strap much too tight. My cheeks puff out. But the strap squeezes them back. My mouth is spread wide open, and stuffed full. My eyes are wide open too. I can’t believe the ball went in. Cum is squirting out of my mouth, drooling over my chin. Some is dripping down and staining the front of my pretty pink dress. 

When he is satisfied the ball in in place, and I am completely subdued, I am lifted onto the bed, sitting up. “Don’t fucking move! Or you won’t like what happens.” I obey.

Part 2, coming soon..

Ahmedabad, 2021

It’s the morning of February here, and the sounds can be heard as mornings are always calm and peaceful with some chirping of birds, It is the Desi Tadka sound of Mustard oil, Garlic, and Onion coming from the kitchen. Arhan is busy preparing breakfast, and once again he called out loudly as the alarm was ringing simultaneously for the third time in the bedroom.

“Nishaaaaaaan, it’s the third time your alarm is ringing, it should be final, now get up yrr!!”

After a few minutes! Arhan is done with morning breakfast preparation, he then moves to arrange the breakfast at the dining table, while thinking “I’ve to go to his room! Or else he’ll probably miss out on his first lecture if I won’t wake him up!!!” 

As Arhan entered the dining area, he finds that there is already an obedient boy in his white shirt and black trouser, folding both of his hands and looking at the alarm clock in front of him on the table very seriously. 

“Ohh!! Arhan, can you please fix it, I don’t know what’s wrong going with this! It’ll be the fourth time if it rings again!!” – Nishaan shows his problem through Sign Language, making his face Li’ll sad. 

“Nish, don’t worry I’ll handle it later, okay let me disconnect its battery so it won’t disturb you again” – Arhan Smiles back as he can visibly see the smile of Nishaan. 

“Mmm!, Nish, it’s your final semester, and your project will commence from today right? Have you allocated a mentor!!?” – Arhan asked while serving breakfast to Nish. 

Nishaan nods his head and also acts some moves with his hands, then he engaged himself to finish his breakfast. 

“Fine, they’re giving you a special mentor! And are going to introduce you to a mentor today!” 

POV of Arhan :

God, just keep blessing him! Especially in his college activities, although his all college mates and professors are helpful to him, still it’s not easy to counter general academics & syllabus for a boy who is not general at all. 

Anyway, nothing to worry about, after all, I’m always with him. 

It has been 4 years since Mummy and Daida got separated from each other, We both living with Mummy as we refused Daida to go the USA with him. Nish was just 17, I had completed my master’s and decided to join Mummy in her jewelry business. 

Everything went well till now, I was handling the organization well under her guidance, she is very caring towards us and especially for Nish, she always prefers him first over me, hardly she had given me any favor whenever both of us brothers fight to eachother. It was she only who supported Nish to take admission in Management College, where hardly things were comply or co-ordinate with his requirements. 

“I know Mummy, Nish can hear and understand the spoken language but what about others!! He has to face problems while communicating his queries to professors and What if he has to face bully with his mates, is he able to make any friends there, it’ll create a psychological imbalance for him, why can’t we approach him for other institutions and academy.” – I expressed my frustration and worries in front of her

“Arhan, beta, I understand your worries for him, but I don’t want to down his zeal, also I don’t want to feel him a special kid, he’s as normal as others are, I know there will be some problems to become compatible with the college environment, but it’s a prestigious college of this city, they’ll surely take care of his requirements, trust me!!!” 

“Mmmm! Mummy, I also don’t want to kill his future potential, it’s okay if something happens, ultimately his big brother will always fence him, inform Ratna aunty, and I’ll take Nish to her for admission.” 

Ratna aunty is a good friend of Mummy, as well as she is a regular customer of our pieces of jewelry, Also she is the principal of that college so It will be a Little privilege for Nish. 

All of sudden vanished from my thoughts, and I find myself in present from the past days, as Nishaan patted me twice on my right shoulder with a question mark on his face!! 

“A…no…nothing” – I replied

“Are you coming to drop me to the college?” – asked Nishaan on his way. 

“Haan, wait here, I’m coming in two minutes”

Then I head to my room to get the keys and a mobile phone. On normal days Mummy used to drop Nish at his college but she went to Tamilnadu for some business purposes so it is my duty now, until she came back I’m the only source to take care of Nish and Home alongside my work.

I take the bag from Nish and pulled the door of the front side for him. Then I entered the car and started. I noticed that he was looking lost somewhere, “Nish, you okay?” 

He simply nodes in positive, and within 10 minutes we arrive at the college campus, I stop at the college gate and look at Nish.

He is about to move out…

“Listen! Whenever you’ll have to leave, text me before 30 minutes, and I’ll pick you up! And probably will take lunch together, okay!” 

He turned back having a smile on his face and holds me tightly, It feels strange to me, but later I realized he is scared of today’s announcement which will be on the project for this semester because the previous sem wasn’t a good experience for him. 

I hug him back, rubbing his backside. “Nervous for the final project!! Haan?” 

He accepts by moving his finger on my back! 

“Ohkkaayy” 

After a few seconds, he releases his grip, I take one of his hands on my hands and make eye contact with him, “look Nish, forgot everything, they’re going to provide you with a new and exclusive mentor. I believe in your efforts, in the end, we all are here” – I tried to make him hopeful and confident.

He was looking a bit confident now!

“Still you don’t want, then I and Mummy will do it on behalf of you” – I cracked a joke, and finally my heart gets satisfaction when he laughs at it. 

I left the campus, after receiving a goodbye from him, I drive my car into the basement of Outlet. I entered through the main gate instead of using an elevator. “Welcome to the Nishaan Diamonds Sir nd Ma’am, May I know what are you looking for?”, “Ma’am it’ll be best as per your specifications”, “Ma’am, This 0.7-carat one, it’s the best combination with your ethenic attire” “Sir, you should choose between these two, because this jewelry will add some valuable emotion to your relationship” this was some background voices, our representatives are engaged with customers helping them to choose better. I directly head to the 2nd floor by the red-carpeted staircase, where I stop myself as RasikBhai is coming from the hallways, he passes a smile to me, and I do the same. 

“Good morning nanka, lagn no samay chhe, etle have swas pan levano time nathi malto”

This means “it’s the time of marriage season, business will gonna more busy these days” RasikBhai was our executive head since I was in 10th Grade may be. He always uses the word “Nanka” for me, which refers to a “small boy” in the Gujarati language. 

I took control of my cabin, and RasikBhai handovers me some booklets, and papers. I hold a glance at the sales report of last month, then move to a lookout that booklet. “Ohh, This is the last day of this exhibition!!, We must be there by today” – I exclaimed to RasikBhai.

“Haan, Nanka!! I already talked with Minal regarding the exhibition visit, she will join you for the day!”

“Fine, it’ll be a great help for me if she will be there, okay! A… After doing with these four files I’ll be left with Minal” I added 

“Kaka, I observed a sharp increase in our profits! It’s just because of our extraordinary team and their efforts, so communicate to our employees this time we are going to provide the lucrative Incentives.”

“Sure! I will, after all, we all deserve this success, especially you and Damini Madam!!” – Says RasikBhai

“It’s done, I’m leaving, just take care Kaka” – I tell in a rush while handing over the files to him. 

Again I use the staircase to go down, along with I matched the call to Minal to come in parking directly!

“Hey Minal”

“Good Morning, Sir” – she greats

“Good Morning, now let’s sit inside, rest of the details you’ll be providing me, alright!” – I ordered as I was in hurry, I don’t know why Am I behaving like this. The destination was far away in Baroda City as it was 120 kilometers from the current place, which means I’ll be hooked at least until evening. 

After a boring journey of 1.30 hrs, I’m completely aware of the facts and various potentials of this visit, all credit goes to Minal only. As I entered the Marriott, the place of the exhibition, I receives a notification on WhatsApp. It’s Nish, some flashes of morning appear in my mind. “Arhan, how could you forget that, I promised to be with him and to take lunch together” “now what to do, how careless I’m…… already Nish wasn’t feeling good” also I was scared if everything went good or not, I was cursing myself. 

“Sorry, Nish! I’m out of town, probably come back tonight dear! I booked OLA Cab, for you. It’ll drive you home back in just a few minutes!! Chitra (our cook), will arrange your meals, Take care of yourself.” – Aarhan informed him, and try to establish the focus on the visit. 

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Author’s POV

Nishaan was Li’ll bit busy with his phone, he was in the front passenger seat, and suddenly the guy who was driving the car, placed his hands on Nishaan’s shoulder making him conscious of his presence. 

“you okay? Love” 

Nishaan shows the text by Aarhan, and the message “No, my new project mentor, he’s driving me home, I’ll be fine” which was in the draft by Nishaan.

Vikram understood the dilemma with Nishaan, after all, how he can tell his big brother that the small brother is with his boyfriend, not just his boyfriend, now he is the Official Guide for Nishaan’s project as well.  Vikram was having a Li’ll smirk on his face, but Nish found him irritating, anyway, Vikram didn’t care though, and focused on his driving.

Just in few minutes, Vikram entered the parking of a mention named “Khandelwal’s”, Vikram immediately opened the door for his charm, and said “welcome to your in-law’s house Mr. Nishaan Vikram Khandelwal” In a teasing tone. This proved fruitful as Vikarm’s way of attaching his name with Nishaan’s, turns Nishaan’s face red as tomatoes, but with the combined expression of nervousness, irritation, and blushing. With this sweet interaction, they entered the house. 

Vikram pointed the direction to Nishaan and said to him “get fressup and relax urself there in my room, a… sorry, our room” — and before he can tell anything else, was punched by Nishaan’s elbow…

“Owwch” — 

While Nishaan was on his way holding his backpack, having a big smile on his face…

Exactly, he also enjoys being embarrassed by his boyfriend, but at the same time, he is conscious of his expressions. Before entering Vikram’s room, he turned back to face Vikram, who was staring at Nishaan with a confident expression, like he was already aware that Nishaan will glare at him back. Nishaan made a heart shape using both of his hands placed it on the left side of his chest and gave a smile to Vikram. 

And believe, Vikram could lose all of the stuff that belongs to him, just seeing the cute gesture and innocent smile of the person who is the landlord of his own heart. Vikram blinks his both eyes slowly and smiles back. 

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Vikram’s POV

Ahhh!!, The guy… He must be hungry, I should make something to feed him. It’s not a big deal for me, as I know the cooking, Let’s go Vikram without wasting a single second. With this, I was in the kitchen, and within minutes, the food was ready. I served the simple Rice along with Honey & Curd in the following two plates, and also served Ghevar in a separate bowl for Nishaan, because I know he likes Ghevar, particularly from my home. 

I entered the room, engaging my both of hands holding the plates, nowhere I was able to find my man, he might have been taking shower inside as I saw his clothes on the bed. I put the plates on the nearby table and was waiting for him to come out. 

I was looking into my phone just to respond to some messages, and I heard the sound of the door being opened, and the image of a college boy, with his wet hair, in a white towel wrapped around his waist appeared.

God, I wasn’t even able to feel myself think anything else apart from lustily looking at him. I could feel the clear & high heartbeats and warm breaths coming from myself. The Small Vikram was making tension at the bottom side. 

I made a step forward towards his direction, and second…then.. third, he was unable to move as he was backed by the bathroom’s door,  I was just a step ahead of him, he was just smiling while looking straight into my eyes, soon I hold my left hand on the door, and the right one on his shoulder. Our breathings were interchanging with each other. He closed his eyes, having red-colored cheeks. Soon I thought to tease him more, and I came closer to him, I bring my lips to his left ear and said “our lunch is waiting for us, let’s have” and backed a step, removing both of his hands from his side. As soon as I talked about lunch instead of doing something dirty, he opened his eyes having Li’ll anger on his face as he was pouting in a way of an innocent baby.

He made his way toward the bed to grab his clothes while pushing me aside. He was about to turn back, and at the same time I hold him from the back side, arresting him into my arms, I crossed my hand around his waist and placed my face on his right shoulder. As I’m just two inches taller than him, our cheeks locked together. “Should I help u? My Angry Young Man” 

Nishaan looks more cute and sexy, when I found him teased, but by me only. Nishaan tried to be free from my hug, but I hold him more tightly than then, but perhaps my baby wanted to show his anger on me, and he tried again, and his efforts eventually led us to fall onto the bed. Now he was on top of me, while I was holding him with the same grip but this time it was face to face. 

His face was confused, after all, what I wanted from him. Now, can anyone explain this to my innocent future hubby? that I just want to spare more time with him only. Anyways, our eyes met again, and this time it wasn’t possible to let him go for even an inch of distance. Our lips met, and I pulled him on me by my hands in his hair. I was enjoying his red rose lips. Just in minutes, I changed the position and he was beneath me. I continued to push my tongue into his, tasting the taste of our mixed saliva. The guy under me was the beautiful creation of The God who meant for me especially to be in my protection. My hands were interlocked with his, and I was moving my lips on each part of his face – cheeks, chin, tongue, neck, and lips.   Now my clothes were found disturbing to me, so I removed my Shirt, Trousers, and undergarments including the briefs, with that the 7″ of mine member was released. 

Which, Nishaan take the cock into his right hand, and was giving a gentle massage to it. While he was still semi-naked wrapped in a towel in front of me. I unwrapped the towel and released Junior Nishaan to take a breath in the open air. The transparent pre-cum on his cut was attracting me to them. Soon we’re into 69, where Nishaan was enjoying his lollipop, and I was with mine. I was enjoying it a lot because the taste of his cock was as good as his saliva was. While on the other side, I was feeling hot under his mouth, the sensation was like that which can’t be explained in words from me.

After around, five minutes, he changed his position, and asked me to enter my cock into the ultimate destination, for which I wear a condom, and applied some lubes on it, also anally applied a lot by two of my fingers. Then I all take care of the missionary position and entered into him gradually. Of course, it wasn’t out Frist or second time, so no pain will be there I assumed. I was humping him alongside tasting his lips as well. The moaning from his proved that he is enjoying being fucked by his boyfriend. His moaning was giving me an additional zeal to fuck him hard as fast as I can thrust.  After some time, I was at the climax, till then Nishaan had already released his sperm, which spreads all over our chests. In just 10_15 thrusts I shoot my semen, into the warm hole, but was covered in thin plastic. Nishaan hugs me tightly, for a few seconds and then I removed the condom properly.

After looking into eyes of each other for a few more minutes, I suggested he take bath together, but he has always been a lazy boy, so he didn’t respond to anything apart from gesturing his laziness. I held him up in my arms to take him under the shower.

He started smooching me while water was flowing on us, it was making me harder again,  But before anything I could do, he inserted my cock into his juicy cave and started humping by himself, he was still in my arms, folding both of his legs around my hips and his hands were wrapped around my neck, I was at cloud nine and was enjoying the deep kissing at the same time. I was more excited, and begin with a hardcore one, digging the beautiful hole roughly.  Soon in 5 to 7 minutes, I loaded him from inside, while unloading me. 

We then cleaned ourselves and put on the separate bathrobes, and moved out to the bedroom. I dried his hair and then also mine, and fed him up with me, then gradually he slept in my arms! as we were talking about some random shits together. Soon, when I slept I Don’t Even remember.

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Authors POV

It was a morning of some random day! @ Khandelwal House;

Ratna (Nishaan’s College Principal) and Vikram were taking breakfast together, suddenly Ratna spoke out “Vikram, don’t you think that you should lock your room if you’re sleeping with someone special”

Wtf, But wait how she does came to know? Is she aware of the relationship between Vikram and Nishaan? What she’s doing in Vikarm’s house? When Nishaan and Vikram met first, what was their love story? And what happened to them now?

Well you’ll have to wait for the following part.

Seven months after the real estate bubble burst, I was still showing luxury houses in the exclusive neighborhoods in and around my native Seattle. Of course, being the professional realtor that I am, I was only showing my esteemed clients with secured financing the prime properties on my premiere listings. Unfortunately for me, though, when the filthy rich have it set in their minds that they can get to sit in the lap of luxury for next to nothing, most of the truly savvy, financially-conscious ones are fans of the wait-and-see approach to the new falling market. So, to make a little extra money—if the markets and my commissions were going to stay down for more than a little while—I decided to moonlight as a part-time sales associate for a series of new high-end high-rise condominiums downtown that the developers were practically hell-bent on getting rid of—even if it was like giving them away!

On my very first day, I had showed all five different floor plans to about twenty-some-odd people looking to purchase. It was only my last potential sell of my three-day workweek that I had to stop myself from drooling over this gorgeous hunk of a man—a strong potential prospect.

It was a quarter ‘til quitting time on a Thursday afternoon when he and his steamy boulder-like buns came rolling through the door one hard cheek at a time. Now, normally, I am not the kind of openly gay man to go goo-goo gaga over a very good-looking man with a nice super-sized basket, seeing that a truly masculine, buffed-out man like myself don’t usually try to put himself out there like that. Secondly, in my line of work, I come across a bevy of men that seem to fall into the “gorgeous, good-looking, athletic” category on a regular basis, considering that some of those same gorgeous men have no qualms about paying top dollar for full service.

This man however was hard to miss—even if his was drowning in the mist of dapper and well-endowed millionaires. He had a style of swagger (yes, swagger) strictly his own. A style that covered his muscled brawn of a lumberjack quite well with a face that looked as if it came off a man-style porn video box. His overall presence was—as if I had two choices in the matter—either go along with the program or risk being his next rape victim.

If it wasn’t for the damn Employee Manual, I would have surely gone along with the program. I mean showed him what I had to offer (you know what I mean!). As it stated on Page 18 however, it was against company policy to show a condo to a prospective buyer without another sales associate present in the office. Again, as if it was my unfortunate luck, my training supervisor, Sharon, had left early to fuck her blue-collared boyfriend while her white-collared sugar daddy husband was still out-of-town on business.

At any rate, not to cause an uproar with a man that seemed desperate to get through the door before closing time, I was reluctant to tell him I was getting read to leave as well for the night and there was no way I could show him around.

Looking pissed and looking as if he was ready to verbally rumble, the man took a deep but short breath and told me he had a late afternoon appointment with Sharon.

Mildly afraid to tell the annoyed man she had left for the day; I walked over to her desk and saw she wrote him in on her calendar—for the following day.

“Mr. Leslie Jones.” I read from her desktop calendar, after I confirmed his girlish name for such a masculine-reeking man. “Four-thirty, Friday afternoon, two-bedroom, two-bath, floor plan B with twelfth floor harbor view?”

“Fuck, I thought I’d changed it for today!” Mr. Jones said with a slightly heavy but pronounced accent. He came off slightly embarrassed as he ran his long thick digits into his raven-black hair. “I meant to change the time to today since my flight to Birmingham got bumped up from late Saturday morning ‘til about this time tomorrow.”

“Were you two going to sign on the place today?” I asked, allowing my professionalism to dictate to my snaking trouser trick.

“No, I just wanted to look it over one last time before finalizing my decision on the place. Like, ‘could I really see myself calling this place home?’ I guess I can see if that’s the case when I come back into town, huh?” Mr. Jones inflected with an undertone, as if he was seeking parental permission.

“No, sir,” I blurted out anxiously without trying to sound too obvious about wanting to see what was really behind those well-fitted pants of his. “I don’t see any harm in showing you your future abode, Mr. Leslie—Mr. Jones.”

“Please, call me, Lester, it sort of goes with the testosterone in my vein.” Mr. Jones winked.

“Okay, Lester. I’m Fuller,” I said, shaking on it.

 

Full of Lester. Skank!

Once we got off on the twelfth-floor elevator, I was already regretting my decision to against another rule in the Employee Manual about showing a condo close to closing time. While his charming personality seemed to contradict his arrogant good-looks and stature, the large band on his left index finger happened to suggest he was not only off the market, but also, he didn’t even play for my team as I handed him my best sales pitch ever. (And before any of you bitches start, a single gay man messing around with a married straight man is so cliché.) 

Still, being the professional salesman that I am, I once again highlighted the many perks of living right in the heart of downtown Seattle and the many amenities the condo itself had to offer. After awhile, however, I got the lingering impression that Lester was already sold on the place and wanted to just look around.

If I had been more courteous than disappointed, I would’ve gone back downstairs and left him there to experience his possible new home. Even though this particular condo came fully furnished by some world-renowned interior decorator, even if an iota of an item went missing, it was coming out of my lowly commission. So, in lieu of that, I left him alone to look around while I took up space moping around the couch.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked when I saw him come back into the living room.

“Not yet…if you don’t mind.”

 

Fuck yeah, I mind! I’m not going to get paid or laid for this shit.

“I know you’re probably anxious to get home to your family, but I’ll like to take another look at this beautiful skyline from the balcony.”

“Axel,” I said abruptly opening the door outside. “The only thing I have to get home to is my dog, Axel. I don’t get my son, Curtis, ‘til tomorrow afternoon, for the weekend, obviously.”

“Oh.”

“Do you and the misses have any kids?” I asked dutifully.

Lester paused briefly and looked over at me. He was getting ready to ask me something, but his right hand happened to grip his left ring finger and chuckled.

“I don’t have any kids—and I’m not married either!” He said rolling his ring finger off with his thumb. “It’s a decoy to keep co-worker and potential clients at bay. If they’re not trying to score a quickie in the break room, someone is always trying to fix you up with one of their homely girlfriends. When that doesn’t seem to work, they always want to introduce you to their fart-face cousin or nephew or brother that they’re always trying to hook you up with.”

“So, you’re the one my Aunt Ethel has been raving about.” I joke playfully.

“I guess so—if I’d only known.”

“That I didn’t have a fart-face?”

“Exactly!” Lester beamed.

The two of us exchanged that look. The nonverbal version of “it’s about to go down.”

It wasn’t long before my hand boldly reached over the front of his pants massaging his budding crotch before adding, “At least this way, if it doesn’t work out no one would be to blame.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Lester said.

“Well, I was thinking of something else.” I said going in for the kiss.

It was as if I was in a race, getting to my knees and fishing out his stumpy cock from his expensive pants. Just like a fish in water, I swallowed him whole as if I had been waiting for him most of the day rather than just meeting him ten minutes earlier.

“Go slow.” Lester asked in a low sexy rumble. He had said it as if we were in a small enclosure instead of on the balcony for all Greater Seattle to see.

Per his request, I started sucking him off slow and deep, trying not to get carried away with the many thick inches forcing its way down my tightening throat; though it was hard for me to fight the urge to bob up and down on his Heineken beer-can thick prick, I did manage to keep him moaning ecstatically with my curved tongue milking the underbelly of his fat mushroom dickhead.  

“Keep it up.” Lester boomed above me. “I might just let the cream loose in your mouth!”

 

Oh my god! I don’t want that to happen!

While my mind went one way, my mouth went full speed, sucking him off like I was out to try to pull a brick through a paper straw.

“Damn, Fuller!” Lester hissed, pulling out of my mouth with a large pop. “Let me make myself clear. If I unload there,” pressing his cock against my pursed lips, “there I won’t be able to use this,” he said with a condom in hand, “and unload there,” pointing at my covered derriere.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked naively while at the same time being seductive by sticking out my tongue and fucking with his piss slit.

“Most definitely,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Then, why didn’t you just say so?”

We pawed each other, working our way back to the sofa, stripping each other naked along the way. I was spent and spun, losing any sense of direction, whether I was right side up or upside down.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled aloud, finally noting I was bent over the sofa with the cooling sensation of a wet tongue and a gentle tug of the balls. “Get that fucking tongue up in there!”

He did, pushing my buttons even more by firmly thumbing my perineum. And just when I thought his tongue couldn’t drill harder and deeper up in there, it did.

Even more astonishing was what happened next.

All I remember was letting out a deep pent-up sigh, and the next thing I knew, I suddenly felt empty and relieved. I had come instantaneously, hands-free, on the sofa behind me.

Once I realized what happened, I was just too embarrassed to say anything else, as Lester let go of my draining balls and started to laugh behind my back.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

“Nah,” I said jokingly trying to save face.

Being that had never happened to me before, I was unsure of the proper protocol that followed, seeing that I always had a hard and full dick on the rare occasion I got fucked.

“I can suck you off if you like,” I offered, in lieu of a better phrase.

“No,” Lester commanded calmly as he cupped his hand under my sticky cock tip.

He once again pressed my hot button, forcing me to shoot another wave of spoo from my cum hole as if it was creamy soap from a dispenser, and rubbed it across my throbbing spit-slick hole. “You’re even more fuckable with your self-made lube.”

Before I could say anything to the effect, I could hear the wrapper of the condom being discarded on the floor as Lester masterfully rolled it onto his meaty cock. It wasn’t even a moment later when I felt the latex sheath roll up and down the crack, and then aimed dead center for my quivering hole.

To my surprise, it wasn’t nearly as painful taking him as I thought it was going to be, but painful, nonetheless. Nevertheless, my hole seemed much more open than ever, like I was some slut that just bottomed for the entire Seahawks football team or something. And, just when I thought I was in for an easy and enjoyable carefree ride, I felt my gaping hole clamp on his cock like vice.

The more I tried to relax, the more it felt like his cock was starting to swell, as if he was about to come any second except the size of his cock in my cramped hole was not about to give in and come.

Gripping my shoulders with his large hands, Lester made best use of the existing lube, ripping me apart with ease and battering my already very tender prostate.

Lester rode me hard and swift, and for the second time, I was hard myself and practically easy picking for another no-assist shot. I gasped for air again, but to no avail.

I had to holler at this orgasm to come.

And it did—a load so powerful that it arrived with howls and grunts of a popular rock star on an amped-up stage. He leaned in giving me a congratulatory bite on the neck, as his hard sweaty body down poured on mine.

Going two to none, I would’ve thought Poor Lester would’ve given in, sooner rather than later. But as my hole re-opened and clammed back down around him, Lester humped his way to a slow, steady end.

When I saw Sharon at the second high-rise location a couple of weeks later, she thanked me for going ahead and showing Mr. Jones the condo. I would’ve taken the gratitude as is if she hadn’t insulted my established “professionalism” by telling me that was what a good sales associate did, please the client.

“He took the condo saying that he had already established some really good memories,” she noted.

“I guess he and his ‘wife’ really liked the place.” I lied for his benefit, certain that he took his wedding ring routine on the road.

“Oh,” Sharon paused. “The way I heard the two of you going at it, what good would a wife do? And before you even start to deny it, a word of caution, rookie. The reason why the Employee Manual is against showing a condo near closing time is because it gives the cleaning staff plenty of time to clean the furnished condos for the open houses on the weekend. And they had a hell of a time cleaning up those streaks off that expensive sofa!”

“Where the fuck did we find this lad, he’s a fucking dream” said Arnold the club’s chairman.

He was referring to Dean , a twenty one year old who lay naked on a mattress on the floor of the “Old Gay’s Club”.

“He’s a fucking cum slut” I said looking at the lad.

Dean had already been fucked by seven of the old members and his hole was oozing spunk and creaming the mattress,

“Who’s next?” shouted the horny lad.

“Guess that’ll be me” said Arnold who was old enough to be the lad’s grandfather.

Arnold removed the towel he was wearing to show off his stiff dick and was between the lad’s legs in no time.

I watched as he slid his cock easily into Dean, the thrust an easy glide from knob to balls.

“I’ve been waiting for this lad all day” he said beginning to fuck into Dean.

I continued watching, my own towel lifting with the force of my excited cock.

“Don’t just watch us mate” shouted Dean “Stick your fucking prick in my mouth and let me suck  the life out of it”.

The randy little slut was grabbing Arthur’s old bum cheeks and moaning with bliss.

I declined the offer of a suck as I knew that  just one suck would tip me over the edge and to be truthful I wanted to fuck the lad.

I knew Arthur would soon cum so I waited patiently for that to happen.

Didn’t wait too long either, Arthur started grunting and shafting the cum sloppy hole really fast then he collapsed on top of the young slut his prick pumping more spunk into the well slopped arsehole.

“Come on Arthur” I said “Move over I want to get stuck into that cum sloppy hole”.

Arthur rolled off the lad leaving the creamy arsehole oozing more sperm.

My dick was rigid, I’d not had sex or wanked off for five days so I knew I was pretty packed with jizz.

“Come on, what you waiting for mate” said Dean pulling his arse cheeks wide.

“Maybe” I said “I want to savour the moment, want to take my time “.

I slipped a finger into the lad, pushing Arthur’s cum back inside.

“For fucks sake get your cock in” said Dean his pretty young face crumpling impatiently.

I let my knob soak in the well of his bum hole and the cum seemed to sizzle on my knob. A gentle shove and I slid my helmet into the creamy mess letting millions of sperms party on my prick.

The lad’s hole felt so hot and creamy, like slipping my cock into warm soft marshmallows. I shoved harder, Dean yelped and my prick slid all the way the lad to my cum loaded balls.

“Get fucking man. I need more spunk” said the young slut gripping my arse cheeks.

My dick was rock solid and enjoying the warm sloppy feel of Dean’s cum loaded arsehole. The lad was whimpering as I shafted his hole and I was panting and groaning with pleasure.

“Fuck! Man! You’re hitting the spot. Oh! Fuck! Sweet Fucking Hell man! That’s it, Fuck!” said Dean wriggling beneath me. “fill me with more cum mate”.

The randy young cum slut hooked his ankles onto my shoulders to get my cock really deep, together with his hands gripping my arse cheeks I was now into the very heart of the whimpering lad and shagging him good and hard.

“Oh! Yes! Fucking Hell! Yes! Yes! I love your fucking big cock ramming my arse” he squealed as I lay heavily into him.

With no warning he began to holler and spurt his cum without even touching his cock. The constant rub of my cock on his prostate had triggered his young balls and the cum just erupted. The orgasmic contractions of his arsehole against my prick felt amazing and the sight of his juicy spunk tossing as far as my chin had my cock jerking and my own thick spunk gushing.

It was one of those cums that felt pretty dramatic, a hearty thrust of spunk from my nuts that let me know I was sperming a hefty load.

My dick just kept churning out the stuff much to Dean’s sluttish delight and shoving two of his fingers into my arsehole drained off another two jerks of man batter,

We were both wet with sweat when done and surprised to know that four old club members had been watching us fuck and now clapped our performance.

I rolled off of Dean my cum oozing copiously from the young lad’s creamed up hole.

With hardly any hesitation or time to think, Dean was sucking on two of the old cocks and taking another fat prick into his hole whilst the fourth man sucked on the lad’s limp dick.

I needed a rest and some refreshment so, wandered off to the bar, my towel wrapped around me, a dull ache in my drained balls and my cock still feeling like a tight hole was squeezing it.

G and T in hand I relaxed in the video lounge where two guys were wanking off to the film.

I had no idea that I’d been videoed but there I was on the screen arse going like the clappers, cock fucking Dean the young cum slut.

It was pretty exciting seeing myself shagging the lad and the two guys wanking looked my way and mage gestures of approval.

I watched the footage and wandered back to where the cum slut had last been shagging. He was still there on the mattress his hole pouring with cum his yearning eyes waiting for another cock to fill him up..

“You sure can take a lot of cock lad” I said.

“Yeah!” he replied “As long as it’s old cock like yours. Do you want to shaft me again mate?”

There was little or no shafting I could do at that moment as my nuts were still recovering and needed replenishing with my creamy swimmers.

The lad didn’t have to wait long though, Keith a lanky guy of sixty eight with an impressive eight inch cock was soon between the lad’s legs and stuffing his stiff inches into the creamy goo that was Dean’s arsehole.

“Oh! Yes old man, shag that arse good” said Dean taking the long cock to Keith’s balls.

“Ram that cum fucker into me”.

I watched intently knowing that I could watch again in the video room. Keith turned the lad onto his belly, his creamy cock eager to get stuck back in the lad’s arsehole.

“Hold his arse cheeks for me” asked Keith and I gladly pulled Dean’s cheeks wide so that Keith could get a good lunge into the cum sloppy hole.

How the lad could take so much dick was beyond me he was just fucking insatiable.

Dean was revelling in the fuck, the lad was just awesome and didn’t know when to stop.

Arthur strolled over to me and like me stood watching the lad get screwed.

“Did you enjoy fucking him?” he asked.

“You bet” I replied “Your cum made it pretty easy for me to slip in too”.

“Well the last cum dump we had was pretty useless if you remember. Took five loads and went home, what a fucking waste of time he was. Some of the club members didn’t even get to fuck him or get their dicks sucked”.

Dean was moaning now and taking Keith’s old prick deep and fast.

“Now there’s a guy about to cum” said Arthur and sure enough Keith hollered and shot his cream into the lad’s cum loaded arsehole.

Arthur had his cock in hand and it was really stiff, the rounded purple knob oozing pre cum after watching Keith ram Dean.

“How’s about you and I double fuck the lad?” said Arthur.

My cock, also stiff, twitched at the thought and the little slut Dean heard the suggestion and almost pushed Keith off of him.

“Fuck yes guys” he said “Get those cocks in me”.

“Sounds like a good idea to me” I said and Arthur and I approached the lad our towels left on the floor our cocks pulsating for a wild fuck.

I man handled the randy lad so that he was laying on top of me face up, I could feel cum running from his arsehole onto my cock and balls and found his dripping hole with no problem my cock just gliding up the cum sloppy hole to my balls. I wanted to fuck into the lad but held my cock steady whilst Arthur got on top of us.

Feeling Arthur’s big cock slide up against my own and pack the lad’s arse out was mind blowing. Dean took our two cocks with little resistance, his juicy lad twat so full of cum that our pricks just slid in easily.

We began to fuck the little slut and he was soon moaning his pretty head off.

I was now aware that a camera was videoing the action for other guys in the club to enjoy and I was keen to see the footage myself .

As it was three of the club members stood and watched as we began to fuck the lad’s creamy hole all of them wanking each other.

The squelch of the fuck made it audibly exciting and together with the feel of Arthur’s cock rubbing sensually against my own we fucked the lad with

an insatiable lust.

Dean was clinging to us. I was holding his thighs up and whispering obscenities into his ear. He turned his head and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue diving into my mouth. Arthur leaned over to join in with the tongue wrestling and we began to fuck faster and harder.

Dean was wanking his dick as we fucked him and the guys watching were now sucking each others dicks whilst keeping an eye on the action.

“Fuck!” said Arthur “I can’t hold back any longer, I’m fucking coming” and I felt the jerk of his prick against my own as he unloaded his balls.

“Fuck!” cried Dean “Give me that cum man” and seconds later my cock was jumping against Arthur’s jerking dick, my spunk flying up the little slut’s arsehole.

We weren’t expecting a round of applause  but appreciated the thought as the audience had increased somewhat.

We entangled ourselves from Dean leaving the lad panting, his arsehole pulsating and churning out spunk like his arse was a cum dispenser.

One of the guys watching us came over and began sucking on my cummy dick, another did the same to Arthur and a well know cum sucker at the club got between Dean’s thighs and began to eat the lad’s arse out spunk covering his lips and dripping down his chin.

I’d not been to the club since it had been refurbished I certainly didn’t know about the video link which apparently I could connect to on my own computer at home.

It was going to be another tossing off for me later when I got home and a visit to the club was on the agenda for the following week.

Dean was already booked which was going to make it another day to remember, my cock twitched at the thought.

I guess I should start by telling everyone about myself before I was introduced to gay slavery.

My name is Steve, I am 35 and recently divorced, married for 6 years and came home from work one evening and found a note and papers on the table. My wife left the note saying she had not wanted to be in a marriage with me and please sign the papers.  She went on to say in her note that it was in my best interest to sign them, ” You Know How it will go if you don’t … I would not want to see you getting hurt”.  Knowing to well who her family was, I knew what she meant.

Now, divorced, I decided it would be better to move out of state, so I sent out resumes to different companies, and got an interview with a firm in Florida, and got the job, so now my life starts over.

To describe myself, I am 5’8″ and weigh about 160 lb., and somewhat shy, not outgoing so meeting people was always hard.  Now it has been 8 months working at my new job, I begin to relax and decided to go out for a drink at a bar in the next city, because where I worked was a small town and I did not want to run into anyone from my job.

The bar, was a little crowded, but  that was expected for a Friday night, so I got a seat at the bar and ordered a martini. Sipping the drink, and listening to the band playing, I felt relaxed and began looking at the patrons. Most were either around my age or older … there were couples and some women by themselves as well as men.  After my second drink a guy came over and asked if anyone was sitting next to me, no I said and he sat down and ordered a drink.  He must be a regular, because the bartender knew exactly wat he was drinking.  I sat and drank my drink not really paying any attention to him, when he said by the way my name is Harold, I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.  No, I said, my first time, just moved down here  8 months ago.  So now he starts the conversation, asking me where I came from and where I moved to.

I told him my name was Steve, and began answering his questions. As I finished my drink, the bartender brought over another … this one is on Harold.  I really didn’t want anymore because the 2 drinks I finished were already making me a little lite headed, but not to insult him, I drank this one.  Looking at Harold, I figured he must be around 50 or so years old, tall, a little on the heavy side.  He told me he also was divorced, and was retired from the physical workplace, he said he owned a Photography firm and had managers handling the day to day operation.  He also said he has a condo not far from where the bar was.

Before I realized it, I had two more drinks and now I said I think I better call a Huber and get home. Harold said, why don’t I give you a ride or better yet, why not come back to my place until you sober up.  Not  thinking straight, I agreed and we went to his condo.

The condo was on the 5th floor and looked very expensive, we sat in the living room where he went and got both of us a glass of wine.  I said, I think I have had enough, but he said nonsense one more won’t hurt you.

As we sat and drank, he put the TV on and a video popped up on the screen. I actually was shocked, there were 3 older men all naked with a younger  guy on his knees sucking them. Harold must have seen the look on my face and said, excuse me this is one of the films that I was reviewing for my company.  My company does straight Photography and we get requests form some of my close customers for this type of filming, I will shut it off if it offends you.

It’s okay, it is just that I’ve never seen anything like this.  I know that everyone doesn’t have the same enjoyment, with that I kept watching, now somewhat curious about what these men were doing to the younger guy, especially when they picked him up and put him on the bed. Two Guys held his legs over his head and the third guy began to put his penis in his ass. As I watched Harold said I will be right back.  Watching this going on I felt almost hypnotized not able to take my eyes off the screen.

I didn’t look as Harold returned to the couch, but when I did, he had changed and sat in a short robe, which was opened and he was playing with himself.  He now moved very close to me and before I knew it, he took my hand and put it on his penis, i began to pull away, but he held my hand and said don’t be nervous, there is no one here to see us. I don’t know if it were the drinks, but I am now holding his penis and he says tell me what you have in your hand. I said I have your penis in my hand. He says sternly  “NO” never call it a penis, it is a COCK, now say what it is, timidly I say it’s a cock …”who’s cock” your cock I say … NO, It’s your MASTER’S cock, now say it. This time hearing the way he was talking, I said it my master’s cock.  

Now, that’s a good boy.  Now did you see how that boy sucked the cocks, I want you to suck this cock, with that he grabs me by the back of my neck and forces my head down to his cock. Afraid of what he might do, I open my mouth and tak his cock in, trying to follow his instructions on how to suck his cock. With my face between his legs  and the smell of him, I thought I would be sick, but I began to suck him feeling cock growing in my mouth then he pushed my head further on his cock and said before you are finished you will be able to take down your throat.

He now let go of my head and pulled me off of his cock. He tells me to look him in the eye and tell me how much I want to suck him and drink his man cum, and by the way you will call me master. Master I want to suck your cock and drink your man cum; good now give your master a kiss. I timidly kiss him lightly … he slaps me across my face, I said kiss me like you were kissing that bitch that divorced. I give him another kiss this time with my mouth open so he could put his tongue in my mouth.  That’s better, you are going to be my new little bitch, now get back to sucking my cock.

As I sucked him, he would push me further down on him, with me gagging, he said relax and breathe through your nose.  It felt like an eternity sucking him but without warning he holds my head and begins to shoot his load down my throat. He tells me not to waste a drop and lick me clean.

After I finish, he tells me to stand up and get undressed, he wants to see what I look like. I take everything off and stand with my socks and underwear on.  I told you undress now take everything off. Completely naked, he tells me to turn around slowly, then facing him, he tells me to bend over and put my hand on my ass cheeks and spread them open.

Now turn with your ass facing me and do it again, but now lift your head up  and say “Master. I am your Little Bitch”  I do as he says, then he tells me to go in the bathroom and clean up.  I go to get my clothes, he says leave them he come back and dress in front of me.

When I come back in, he is sitting with a drink and watches as I get dressed. I want your phone number.  Why I said, this is not going to happen again.  He laughs, first of all, I took a copy of your license, so I know where you live, you told me where you work, and oh by the way watch the the TV screen.  I look at the TV expecting to see that same video, but no, it’s me sucking on him, showing my as and saying what he made me say.  That bastard, was filming the entire time.

I called you an Huber, which is outside, but just so you understand I will send this film to your work as well as put it on porn sites if you try to anything, now go home.

(to be continued)

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By now, I had another beer listening to Harold describing what was going on.  I didn’t notice that Harold 

Words are sometimes necessary

Sitting naked with Elijah the next breakfast, I felt the hour had come at last to speak. But I started singing that old chorus also changing a bit the lyrics.

–All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my eyes

Words are sometimes necessary

They don’t always do harm.

But Elijah prior to speaking had begun jacking off again looking at me.

-Ok, Corey, I can see you need to speak so you can. Maybe I was afraid precisely to break the silence.

-But you’re jacking off again so that means you are still horny and I just wanna know. Look, I’ll also do it –I was looking forward to do it and also started wanking looking at the sexy boy in front of me, my sexy Elijah.

-What the fuck happened to you yesterday? You are heterosexual, as far as I know, but it seemed you had taken an aphrodisiac or Viagra or something, maybe in a meal, a drink or something.

-I needed no aphrodisiac; you were my aphrodisiac yesterday. But first let me tell you I had a row with Sue in the morning and it was definitive. We’ve split up. The tension I felt made me have a headache and go fast to look for an aspirin and saw I had none in my room and went to yours to look for one. There you were holding an erotic magazine, totally nude and jerking yourself off. It was not just because I had just lost Sue and I was gonna miss sex after now. It was that the image of your naked body and playing with your dick suddenly made me hard. Of course I like seeing my brother’s fun and since I’ve known your gay, it was even erotic to see you masturbating looking at hot boys in a gay magazine. And your eyes made me so hard under my pants that I think that first it was just an instinctive reaction but I felt like sitting on the bed and masturbate you.

-And you did.

-I never thought I could enjoy having a dick in my hand but your eyes were showing me that you felt grateful to your brother. At the same time I started singing to you so we could go on but not talk and you heeded the lyrics and we started sex with each other enjoying the silence. And then I kissed you.

-And one day later, don’t you repent of that?

-I’ve never before enjoyed so much some lips locked in mine, not even Sue’s or those of a different girl. But you made me get hornier, because suddenly you removed my T-shirt so I knew what you wanted and I should be as naked as you were and I took the rest of my clothes off and we touched, kissed and masturbated. And so horny I was with this unexpected affection that you saw I was first to cum.

-I really appreciated that a heterosexual guy and so sexy! was finally able to cum with me. I’ve never wanked over you before but after now I will have to. I think you don’t know yet what a day you gifted me yesterday.

-And I reached the utmost of my sexual fun thanks to you yesterday and I was surprised to know that I wanted more, much more. That’s why I also felt like doing something I had never desired before and that’s sucking a cock but I really desired doing it yesterday and the moment your tasty cock was in my mouth I knew it. I had also been born for cocks, at least my brother Corey’s and I cannot tell you how I appreciate that rather than telling me anything, you allowed your own brother to suck your cock. I even felt like being fucked in that moment but I intuited you were not ready to fuck your brother yet. And finally that magic moment when you shot your first tasty load into my stomach and then it was you who gave me the blowjob of my life. All that time first in your bedroom, I became totally aware that my preferences had changed and all I needed in sex after now is my sexy brother.

-Thanks for calling me sexy.

-You really are, Corey, sexier than all the girls I’ve ever met.

-And you’re a totally sexy boy, Elijah. Tell me about the rest of the day.

-Well, Corey, I took no aphrodisiac now but still had the arousal of my life and my aim, I have already told you, was to even submit my ass to you but first you needed to see a completely horny brother who when the hour of fucking came, you could notice how strongly I needed precisely that. So first in order to convince you of how horny I still was, I jerked myself off before you clearly looking at you. I have been blind my entire life, but how sexy you are, Corey! And you did as I was doing and also whacked off looking at me, for the first time in my sexual life seeing somebody who really liked my body. And we prolonged our fun in the shower and fortunately we jacked off again looking at each other and I fortunately knew you were as horny as I and also seemed to have taken Viagra, lol.

So in the night I waited for you on my bed wagging my ass with my bedroom door open so you could enter and fuck me, I so desired it!

-You cannot know what I felt seeing you wagging your ass on your bed. I’ve never seen something that pornographic or seen such a sexy ass but I was really troubled. I really felt in that moment that words are sometimes necessary for was it that my brother is luring me into fucking him? And what if I try and you sent me to hell later?

-But you found your courage and with no words you really knew what your brother wanted and the moment you started fucking me I was totally sure: I have enjoyed fucking girls so far but farewell! After now is my brother’s dick the only thing I need. And later I also fucked you and entering your cool ass is the sweetest thing I’ve done in my life. We’d done everything so I had to also invite you to sleep together and we did. Nothing could be better for me if later I could hear you say that after yesterday we could always sleep both naked together sharing the bed and the sex.

I looked attentively into Elijah’s eyes now.

-Is there still something deeper that you haven’t dared tell me?

-I wanted to go on and not talk cause I sometimes think I could run the risk of needing you so much that I could…

-Fall in love?

-Yes, or at least of knowing that without your kisses, your body, your dick, your ass… I would feel terribly lonely after now and my bed would be empty without you.

-I can be your fuck buddy, if that’s what you want, or your boyfriend, if that’s what you want. I can be always naked for you, always wank looking at you, always masturbate you and allowing you to masturbate me, our whole lives we could give each other as many blowjobs as we fucking desire. We can fuck each other every day. After now, absolutely anything you want, Elijah, is that clear to you? And if one day, you need a boyfriend, here’s a boy willing to become even your boyfriend for after yesterday, I don’t understand sex without you either, or love that one day could reach me. I also need you, Elijah.

-Good, and after some necessary words that we’ve exchanged, I feel more secure now so look at your brother now, a brother who will never need any aphrodisiac, for my only aphrodisiac is you –and in a sudden move he had my dick in his mouth again.

So there he was the next day giving me a blowjob again. But he’d stated clearly that he needed sex with me, that I was his aphrodisiac, so I’d simply let him continue relishing my dick, which now I was sure he relished. He’d even hinted that he was close to falling in love. Oh, Elijah, I still can’t believe I can become engaged to such a sexy guy, but the risk of love is something we’ll have to face for now the way you are moving your tongue around my cock head is persuading me that all I need is you. No dude I could ever find could be hotter than you.

I tried to hold it now I was sure my brother needed my cock and it was longer than a quarter of an hour when I was feeling closer to that hot boy than I had ever felt in my life. Let us both do whatever the fuck we want with each other after now. I wanna be dressed in Elijah’s lust, in brotherly sex, or maybe brotherly love if it came one day. I remember I have never yelled as loud as I yelled the moment I shot my first load that day in Elijah’s mouth.

But with no pause now it had to be me who showed my brother that I was as eager for his dick as he’d been for mine before and before he had any time to react, I was again swallowing the tastiest cock I had ever swallowed. How good it was to know that my brother would always allow me to give him blowjobs. As far as this dick can resist, I’ll make it cum over and over again. But he could hold it for only five minutes now and I was happy again to swallow Elijah’s tasty jizz.

Now he told me we could spend naked the rest of that day. I nodded. Both of us had discovered that brotherly sex was a stronger aphrodisiac than Viagra and we were hard all that day. We even gave each other two more blowjobs and agreed we would fuck each other again in our second night in bed.

That second night our arousal was still stronger. We both felt that we were practically a couple and he asked me to be first to fuck him again.

With his ass exposed to me as he wagged it again, I entered him now more easily and with no remorse. He was not a virgin anymore and entering that hole of my dreams was as exciting for me as it was being for him. I noticed his moans of bliss that I was shagging him again and he only told me that every day after now, we’d fuck each other. But soon his moans changed to tears and as I was still fucking him I asked him what the matter was with him.

-Oh, Corey, love has reached me. You’re the only one I need.

-And you need to know whether I’m man enough now, don’t you? I also love you, Elijah, first you will feel my love with a new explosion up your ass –and I wetted again his hole with the first love cum.

Again I was fast to turn.

-Now you are to fuck me again, Elijah. Consider me your boyfriend and I’ll tell you more as you fuck me. But first stick it in.

Fortunately his cock was again inside me. I started to speak for now words were more necessary than ever.

-You might be thinking that being brothers it would make no sense becoming a couple. I don’t know what your sexual orientation is now, but believe me, I don’t care. You love me, so that’s all I need to know. And I also love you. So despite the fact that we’re brothers, the only stupid thing now would be us not becoming a couple. So believe me, Elijah, I’m your boyfriend and I will always be here for you.

-And I will always be here for you, Corey –he told me bathing my ass again.

So both brothers soon started to be a couple and it’s impossible to ever find two hornier boys than us. Nobody knows we are together sharing sex and love. I am his aphrodisiac and he is mine and after having dated my own brother I still tremble.