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“That’s top of the line you got right there. Best of the Best,” Howard, the black-built titan, growled in a low sexy whisper.

Howard, with his baby smooth shaven bald head and full scruffy black beard, was trying to play it off cool with me standing right by his side. I was holding his heavy but surprisingly soft dick over the edge of the towering platform, away from the train tracks behind us and over towards the breathtaking skyline lit in the west. But his wide almost too eager grin and ultra puffed-out chest gave him away as I watched the long arc of piss fall into the empty parking lot below.

“Best of the best, huh?” I repeated.

“Best of the best, partna,” he said, slickly thrusting his powerful thighs into the open night air. “Don’t act like you don’t fucking know, boy.”

“Not the Best of the Best,” I conceded, slowly massaging and shaking off his drip-drying dick. “Though, I’ve thought about it a time or two since our little trip from back in the day.”

He seemed a bit taken aback considering he had several nights on that Oregon trip alone to make his player moves. Not only then, but also the several other times the two of us had crossed paths over the years.

As Howard put his heavy hand on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees, he added, “Me, too. So much so I honestly thought we had been here before.”

“Yeah,” I shook nervously, deeply inhaling the potent masculine musk coming from his exposed crotch as I took my tongue and pressed it against the tip of his large penis. “Me, too. But this time it ain’t a dream.”

I began to take the bulbous head into my mouth and swallowed him whole with a hungry smile. I kept my eyes closed because I couldn’t believe that I was on the ground at the end of an empty train station platform blowing off this robust man.

As the monstrous snake began to pulsate violently in my stretched mouth, growing longer and harder with each passing second that came, it became increasingly difficult to keep their entire thing in my mouth. So instead of fighting the urge to gag, I spent most of my time nibbling on that thick and tangy foreskin before rolling my lips against his shaft to get to the browning-pink head behind it.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Howard exhaled hard between clenched teeth. “You’re killing me with all that licky-lick mess.”

While my tongue had found a good friend in his deep piss slit, I quietly slipped my hand underneath his large hairy balls and began stroking them with my fingers. He let out a heavy groan and proceeded to pump his vein-rich thighs slowly into my face.

“Shit,” Howard said, exhaling hard. “If I knew you could work a dick like this, I would’ve had your ass sucking me off ev’ry trip we went on.”

Howard unapologetically grabbed the back of my low-cut head with his massive hand. And, before he could steady his growing rhythm, I could hear the hard clanks of footsteps coming off the escalator in the concave a few feet away.

“Pull off, dipstick.” Howard mumbled with command, pulling his dick out of my mouth with a pop. “I think someone is out to interrupt our party.”

Although we were at the far end of the platform close to one o’clock in the morning, it was still fairly lit and fairly easy to see everything that was going on. Easy for anybody to peer around the corner to see what we were up to.

“Shit, get up.” Time mumbled. “5-0.”

I stood up rather slowly, thinking only at the last minute to pull up his sweatpants along the way. Thanking God that there was no zipper to work back up.

“Everything’s okay tonight fellas,” a black train station officer about middle age peeked around the corner and asked, with his voice echoing throughout the empty station.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, officer. Just waiting on this slow-ass train, you know,” Howard said confidently.

I wish I was just as confident, wondering if the officer saw the piss barreling down from our approximate location. If not that, certainly the large prop that was tenting up Howard’s pants.

“And what about you, son?” the officer asked me. “Everything’s okay?”

“Yeah,” my voice cracked under the pressure. “Just a little tired waiting for the train to come, so I can get home and get to sleep.”

There was a slight pause, as I looked at the green light blinking on the other end of the platform signaling that a train was on its way. The officer looked to where I was looking, and before he could open his mouth, the screech of the train cars coming into the station interrupting his steadying thought.

“Have a good night.” The officer winked.

The officer continued to walk along the platform to the other end while Howard and I boarded the empty train car, taking our seats somewhere in the middle of the car and across the aisle from each other. So that way when the train passed by the officer, he wouldn’t have any reason to radio the train conductor about any suspicious activity.

He knew, I thought, thinking about his soulful wink and the way he looked over at our train car as we passed.

After we had passed the main train station interchange—practically certain that Howard and I were going to be alone with no interruptions—Howard shifted his legs, pulling down the elastic band of his sweatpants, and out popped his large curvy dick stretching over his hard flat stomach.

“Shit, it looks bigger than before.” I said getting up to see if anyone else in the other cars could see us.

Howard sheepishly chuckle and mannishly began to pull at his dick.

“You know.” I continued. “I can’t take care of that in less than five stations.”

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting you to,” he said surprisingly. “If we waited all of this time to get here what’s a few minutes more.”

I could hear the plan in his voice. My dick was so stiff looking at him and his. I could barely control myself. But his demeanor told me to stay put, so I didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah,” Howard started off, slowly stroking his big dick. “I know I could’ve gotten some of that when I put you on that truck with me all those years ago. When I put you on that moving truck for that Oregon trip, it wasn’t for your ability to move furniture.”

I wanted to laugh because while I was careful in packing stuff, a mover I was not, having to take a break every five minutes so that my arms wouldn’t fall off.

“What stopped you?” I wanted to know.

“Let’s put it this way: Long, long time ago, I learned that virgin ass ain’t what it’s all it’s cracked up to be.”

“What the fuck made you think I was a virgin?”

“Ether that, or you were thirsty for some pipe juice. Anytime I said anything suggestive to the fact that we could do a little sumthin’ something in the sleeper berth it left you a bit frozen up. When I got that motel room that night, I just put two and two together. Besides, you have to have some practice to mess with this heavy-duty meat pump.” Howard laughed from his gut.

The train pulled into the second to the last train station before the end of the line before we knew it. We sat as the train doors stayed open longer than usual, allowing us to feel the emptiness of the many train stations we had passed to get there. As we waited on the train doors to close, Howard and I began talking about the should’ves, would’ves, and could’ves of our Oregon trip and the man other “missed” opportunities on the other shorter road trip along the way.

“I can’t even lie, though,” Howard said as the train doors closed. “Every time I saw that high round booty of yours, being a gentleman on my best behavior almost went out the door.”

“What made tonight different than all those other times then?” I said, watching him slow-stroke his dick.

“You know how.” Howard started and then quickly stopped as the train jerked forward and the lights flickered on and off. “You know how you meet someone that you want to bang—or in your case want to get banged by—but the more you get to know them the more you want to take things slow.”

“Yeah,” I said as the lights flickered back on for the last time. “But how do you know I don’t like to bang, too, partna?” I asked wondering what he meant by that.

“Looking at you, dude. You’re fine as fuck. I ain’t saying that you look or act like a sissy or anything, but you do look like you would be right at home with a dick up your ass.”

I swear if he wasn’t just that fine my dick would’ve died then and there. Lucky for him, I had a fetish for men with bulging superhero muscles and a dick that looked just as long and husky. Even with all of that though, I couldn’t let him get away with that comment.

“Yeah, I like getting fucked, but that don’t mean that I don’t like getting my dick wet in something. You know what I’m saying?”

“Is that right?” Howard asked licking his lips, watching me watching him grab at his towering dick.

“Damn, right. Just because I want to do the damn thing don’t mean I’m going to let you bitch me out like a punk.”

“I feel ya.” Howard said. “I’m just saying this ticket is a one-way ride. When I pull my man out on you, the last thing you’d be thinking about is getting your own man wet in something.”

The train slowly crossed rail ties and came into the last stop on the line. As the doors opened this time, the lights went out with the operator coming on over the intercom, asking everybody to get off the train.

It was out of service for the night.

I had just gotten up out of my seat and into the middle of the aisle when Howard pulled me into his lap and asked me where I was going.

“You heard the operator.” I responded, trying my best to make out his handsome face against the bit of light making its way into the dark train car.

“That don’t mean shit.” Howard quivered beneath me with his warm breath rolling off my neck. “It’s about me and you…right here and right now.”

He kissed me right there on the neck, and my hands grew a mind of their own reaching over his broad shoulders to massage his large wingspan back as his lips worked up my neck and under my chin. I took his kiss, though, to mean he wanted to get busy right then and there. This then, in turn, erupted another fear inside of me, not about getting caught—even though the doors were still open—but getting home once everything was over. Considering the station would be closed from the inside out, and the trains would be out of service until about five o’clock, a little less than four hours away.

“Eh, Howard,” I mouthed, against his aggressive hands and kisses. “I don’t think we can get this party started right.”

He soon turned his head around and saw what I saw. Unlike before, though, I could feel him tense up, as he tried his best to play it off cool turning his attention back towards me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling I was about to step on some toes looking over at the two handsome men conversing, with one being sort of settled and beefy and the other one being quite wiry.

“The only problem I got is that my dick ain’t between those sweet lips of yours.”

Howard had moved to the other side of the aisle before I could work my way onto my knees. Perhaps he was trying to get the best view of the lit platform before him as well as the two men, if by chance they passed us by.

I took him back in my mouth and sucked him for what seemed like forever, taking the time to pop his sweet balls between my lips. He widened his spread-leg stance, allowing me more access when I decided to take a hard lick against the groove of his inner thigh and crotch. He let out such a screech that I thought it was him alone until I heard the doors close and felt the train move back in the direction of which we had come.

“There you go with that licky-lick shit again.” Howard said reaching over to slap my ass. “Think it’s about time to get my man up in you?”

“Cool,” I answered, getting to my feet.

Howard put his hands around my waist and pulled open my fly, yanking down my pants and underwear.

“Damn, lil’ man, I see why you like getting your dick wet, too. I didn’t know your shit was specially reserved for the black-and-gold wrappers, too.”

We sailed passed one of the many closed stations we had originally passed by as the train headed back toward the maintenance yard on the other end of the line.

“Yeah,” I said looking down at my cylinder dick.

Howard broke open the condom and unrolled the latex rubber over his long thick shaft as I shucked off my clothes. He then pulled me back to him by pulling on my bare brown nipples, forcing me to climb onto his lap with my puckered hole lingering over the upside of his very long penis as his thick spearhead kissed the underside of my tailbone.

“What’s wrong, partna?” Howard asked, looking straight at the fear in my face.

“Shit, like you said before that’s some heavy-duty meat you got right there, so my question is where’s the grease?” I asked rubbing back and forth against the dry condom.

“I got it.” Howard grinned reassuringly, bouncing me hard up above him. “Raise up just a little.”

Instead of lubing it up with spit like I thought he was going to do, Howard blindly reached down to his pants around his ankles and pulled out some fruit-scented lube that shot up my nose with the same precision he impaled his lubed dick into my hole. To suggest that Howard put it in me faster than a speeding bullet would’ve been an insult to him as it felt like the tip of his dick was well content in the pit of my stomach. But it eventually felt good to have him in me, though, with him bucking up against me and twisting my nipples even harder.

“I told you your ass looked right at home with my dick up in it.”

Howard started to buck even harder and faster against me with sweat puddles forming against his hard muscled torso as the still-lit train stations zoomed by us in one big blur.

I could tell he was getting close to coming. I got up off him and onto on my back on the seat across the aisle, vowing to myself if he was going to come, he was going to do it on top of me.

“Playing hard to get with that ass, I see,” Howard said, getting down onto his knees and sliding his dick back into place.

We didn’t last long in that position because he claimed it was doing a number to his knees.

He then moved me over to the row in front of us and bent me over the seats, giving him the room to stand freely. As he got up behind me, he had turned over a new lead. He was slow and thoughtful with his nonetheless enthusiastic thrusts, taking the time to enjoy me enjoying him.

“Damn, I hate you.” I murmured at this tingling sensation growing in my ass for the first time, making me feel that I was somehow going to shoot a load without touching myself.

He took this as his cue to ram his hard piece of steel back up into my soft tight ass. I quivered and jerked like a madman with this tingling feeling shooting through the top of my head making me feel even better and helpless at the same time. It was then I figured I was having an orgasm without shooting a load. And when Howard pulled out and pulled off the condom, he shot a relentless load on my back. For the first time in my life, I was completely satisfied without even shooting my load.

I couldn’t even get my mind right over this before Howard pulled me up upright in the seat. With his strong lips pressed against my ear and his big hand engulfing my dick, he said with a slight tug, “Let that shit flow.”

With that, a flood of the likes I had never seen before spurred from my dick and onto the wall and seat below me.

I hadn’t even recovered from this whole experience when I happened to look over to find that the train had stopped and that the train doors were open and that the train conductor and the officer from the other end of the line were looking over at us in disbelief.

“Don’t stop on our account now,” the soft beefy operator voiced as I must have appeared to look like a deer caught in the headlights to them.

“Yeah,” the wiry officer said, pulling at his lengthening girth. “We’re straight.”

It was then I fitted the final piece of this puzzle together. The reason Howard had none of the fears I had about being stuck in the train station overnight was that he knew his boys had his back.

Instead of panicking, though, knowing that the two of them were not about to let me off that train without a confrontation or a fuck, I calmly asked the two of them in a seductive way what they wanted to do since I knew that Howard was taken care of for the time being.

As thoughts of tag teaming me were visible in their eyes, I told them that practically anything could go because no matter what the three of us did together, I knew that the two of them together couldn’t light a flame to the Best of the Best.

My old man never liked me. My brothers came out handsome and virile and I came out second to last soft and pretty much like his little brother. Unlike my paternal uncle however, I genuinely liked many manly things like the rest of the men in my house. Where I differed from the herd was while they liked to participate also, my eyes could never break from fixation from afar. There was something magical watching men being men, roughhousing with each other that made me tingle. I didn’t know how to explain it before, but when my older brother won the State Championship, the swell of raw energy he channeled into conquering his girlfriend, I knew then I wanted to be on the receiving of that. I wanted more than anything to be a girl. Many people always said I looked more like a girl than a boy. You look better than a girl, Paul complimented me when he dared me to put on a fashion show for him. They were my sister’s slutty clothes and his aunt’s pumps, but they fitted me like a charm. Paul was my boyfriend, or so I fancied him to be. He didn’t mind I was a sissy; that I liked to make myself up and dress pretty. Paul loved me, I swore, as he held me while we napped on his bed. It never crossed my mind he should be my first before I felt his hard cock rub against my rear. Going over to his house that night while his folks were away in my sister’s finest dress and the expensive makeup I nervously bought at the mall counter was called setting the mood. Getting tipsy was to loosen me up to the idea, not for him to get plastered leaving me to sneak out the window after his aunt and uncle decided to come home early.

If I thought my night had taken a terrible turn for the worst before, I didn’t know my awful night had just begun.

I swore I was being smart by quietly sneaking in through the front door. I had seen my brothers get caught and reprimanded many of times trying to come into the house many other ways, but they’d learned coming through the front worked best–of course, if everyone in the house was sound asleep and mother and father wasn’t up roaming about.

As my luck would be, I wasn’t expecting my father to be home much less up. Nor was I expecting his study doors to be wide open or to find him reading on his luxurious brown leather chaise. He welcomed me with a smirk on his face. A first in our entire tumultuous rapport, I remembered distinctly. He probably thought I’d finally come home a man, after scoring with some girl as my brothers often did. He quietly motioned me towards him, to close the sliding doors behind me as I did. He stood up, undoing his tie. Before I could explain the makeup I still had on my face, my father slid his tongue into my alcohol-stained mouth. I was so lost and confused I didn’t know what to make of the ordeal. This was my father for Christ sakes, my head screamed. But my heart skipped a beat being this was the first time he’d ever showed me any kind of love and affection, and I craved it so from him anyway I could get it. As quick as the moment appeared out of nowhere it dissipated in kind, being tossed against the edge of his chaise longue. My head bounced off the leather and spun me onto my back as I landed. I was too dazed to make sense of it all, too many questions swimming in my inebriated mind and a mouth that just wouldn’t move properly. I slightly came to my senses when my father stuffed my mouth with his tie. He said something about his little brother, calling me by his name. We wrestled, but my hands seemed busiest fighting him for my waist before a breeze swept over my legs. He unzipped. He ripped the red-laced panties I wore special for the evening. He grabbed me by my windpipe and violently plunged into the kaleidoscope of pain that quickly erupted through my body from there.

My father had his way with me on the study floor. Three times he blasted, spitting in my face and calling me all sorts of dirty sissies each time.

I woke up the next morning right where I was assaulted. My panties were ripped to shreds also in my mouth with his tie. My sore legs spread wide leaking the same cream of my origin brew. Through the ache I regretted then that Paul wasn’t my first. Paul truly loved me after all.

I spent the next several weeks letting Paul fuck my brains out, convinced he was my real first. That I could bury the memory of my cherry being torn away in this vast sea of tepid fucks. It didn’t do any good. Paul and my father were two different men with two different styles of charges. Paul was a gentle lover, not a ruthless fucker. And it was becoming quite obvious I was turned on by the animalistic need of a brutal pillager just like my father.

I was completely wrong for stepping out on Paul like I did. Not ending things then when it was clear I should’ve ended them. I loved Paul. I just hungered for something he couldn’t provide, and when I came close enough to get that, in which I needed, I went for it with a bevy of married men only interested in using me as a fuck toy. They’d gone back home to their normal lives. Why couldn’t I?

Alas, I learned, there wasn’t such a thing as normal for me.

Paul’s best friend’s mom caught her husband face fucking me on their deck one night when he called me over to drain his balls.

And my father didn’t look at me much after our night. Embarrassment and shame perhaps would’ve been nice to roll off him in the days thereafter, but he went from being ashamed and disappointed in me to wanting to have nothing to do with me. And like a virus that spread throughout the house, everyone else shared the same unspoken disposition.

Before the incident on the deck made their rounds, I quickly moved out without much fanfare and moved in with my sweet paternal uncle down on the island. “He’s cute,” Uncle Kallen bit his lip hungrily. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Paul bringing in my boxes after climbing the stairs. Paul and I were freshly broken up, but he was still a doll to help move me in. Afterwards, Uncle Kallen was more than happy to give Paul a tip–that came with a satisfying blowjob and a few bills so he might circle back around sooner rather than later.

Uncle Kallen’s condo was a bit small, but extremely nice and well-furnished for the lone occupant. I didn’t put up much fuss about the space because he allowed me to crash rent free and bring in random guys whenever. One time, a strange guy came out of his bedroom and saw me in my bra and panties and had me too, right there on the kitchen island. Another time he invited me into his bedroom where we kneed the bed with our bare asses up waiting our turn for the same Kuwaiti cock to pummel our eager holes. “The blonde bitch and the blonde fag,” the delighted Arab called us, forcing us sissies to make out.

Even with our many conversations over cocktails, I always felt Uncle Kallen was holding out on me. I toyed about asking him about him and my father, but I dreaded he might turn the tables to turn on me. A fear that might leave me completely mortified if raping his little brother was just a mere fantasy he acted out on me.

One morning, after spending the evening with one of my suitors, I found Paul peeling boxes out of the condo. When I got upstairs to my uncle, he told me, “The owner wants me out.” I freaked, of course. “Oh! Don’t worry. He just wants me out. He wants you to stick around.” I was so relieved by this I didn’t bother to ask him about the wink he gave me or pepper him with a multitude of the many obvious questions I should’ve asked then. When I thought to ask them, Uncle Kallen and Paul were gone. Although I was sad to see my favorite uncle go, I was glad he was gone too. I couldn’t always dress like a woman when he was around. Because I could pass for a natural woman so well and so many didn’t know we were related, many of his Christian neighbors assumed he’d repented for being gay and was walking the “straight” and narrow. Of course, he didn’t want those rumors to spread like wildfire just in case the boys caught wind of them and began to ostracize him.

Although it had crossed my mind a time or two, I went on living in the condo for the next three months not fretting over a thing. I’d never seen a bill and although I could never prove it I swore my fridge was being secretly stocked.

With my past life a distant memory, there was nothing to stop me from living my life in women’s clothing and collecting the horny men that sought me out along the way. It never once occurred to me to give my anonymous benefactor a second thought. If I had, several more things might’ve crossed my mind to ask. But it didn’t even occur to me he might’ve had eyes on me or he was someone I even met. I was dissolved of this blissful ignorance one morning I stepped out of my bedroom to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. It had been one of those long sweaty nights of heavy entertaining: three frat boys I picked up at the beach the night before still crashing in my room. I didn’t see the intruder when I went into the kitchen, but after I closed the refrigerator door there he was in my peripheral view.

“God! You scared the crap out of me!”

My father glanced over at me calmly, like I hadn’t acknowledged his presence. No words stuck in his throat, just his eyes piercing me with scorching lust through my frilly robe and pink negligee.

“Please, I beg you. Stop looking at me like that!” I pleaded.

My father got to his feet and began to undo his tie. “Why?”

“W-what the fuck are you doing…here?”

My father slowly sat his tie down on the table. “Since you hadn’t stopped whoring long enough to give your bum a break, I figured now was as good of time as any for me to make use of it while I was still in the area.”

“I got company in the next room.” I pleaded, quickly realizing it didn’t sound much of a deterrent as it did in my head.

“I know. I got cameras all throughout the place. The way those three college boys were sawing into you last night I’m surprised there’s even something left of you! Then of course, who hasn’t worked you over in the past six months.”

I froze.

“What are you going to do? Run?”

I weighed my options of that, looking back at my bedroom door.

My father chuckled. “You’re not that dumb, are you?”

“What?”

“You honestly think those guys in there are going to get mad at me for doing the same thing they’ve been doing to you all night? Face it. You’re just a made-up cumdump to drain some balls in and nothing more. I can take it again like I did back at home in the study that night and they’ll circle around to round out the train to make their last deposit before starting their day…that is if they don’t just bolt for the door laughing at your silly ass on the way out the door!

I took a deep breath.

“What do I have to do to make this easy, Father?” A cock is a cock, right?

He motioned me to turn around, putting on a show for him like I’d done for Paul for what felt like so long ago. I slowly let my robe drop to the floor. His eyes were fixed on me in the remaining negligee. I peeled off my straps and let my negligee fall to the floor.

“Good.” He came to me, standing in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I wasn’t aware of my father being nothing more than a prominent attorney, but his hands felt firm like he was no stranger to real work. He pulled the chair from the table and sat down. He pushed his hands down my panties and jammed his fingers inside me. It hurt, but the moistening of the remaining loads lodge in my canal reminded me of who I was and what I was, just like my father said.

“You’re a real fucking slut, you know that?” My father hissed at my moan and my spreading legs inviting more of him into me.

Once he had me looking up at the ceiling, he tossed me back towards the table.

I could hear him undoing his belt and his zipper, knowing he was bound to fuck me like an animal with my ass naturally presented.

“Can you at least throw on a condom?” I urged.

“You wouldn’t know what a condom was if I showed it to you.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up higher. He rubbed his cock up and down my crack roughly and sharply across my puckered abyss, pushing the tip in a little and pulling it out again, perhaps amazed at the tightness. No trace I’d been up the night before getting pounded by three young virile studs.

My charm, I chuckled, remembering the constant drip of my father’s loads I felt come out of me that next morning.

“You dirty little whore!” My father pushed his cock a few inches into me and pulled out again before a series of repeat motions.

His cock was fat. It felt tight and heavy inside me.

Once my hole loosened up again, he jammed his cock right into me soon feeling his balls against mine.

“Slut!” He yowled as he started to jackhammer me.

He called me all sorts of dirty names that made me eager to receive him for the next ten minutes or so.

“You know what bitches are good for? Dumping a warm-hot load in! Take my cock and its load, you sissy whore!”

“Please! Don’t come in me!” I begged.

I may have screamed that line a million times already with each guy I ever let hit it raw, edging the excitement that I was a real good girl and that I genuinely feared getting pregnant. When I said it with him, my father, there was a much more familiar ring to it. And then I remembered.

When he was on top of me before, guilt and disgrace came crashing over me through the shards rupturing throughout my body. It was humiliating enough to be soft and weak and drunk getting raped by my father, but the thought of his load forced inside of me only solidified the degradation even more.

“Please, please,” I implored.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!”

After a couple of minutes, my father started to stammer and groan and rocked his cock further into me than he had before. His cream spunk blasted, hot by the pints inside me.

I tried to move, but he forced my breasts into the table with his cock still deep inside me still dumping its contents.

He came down on my back, kissed the nape of my neck, and whispered, “If you hadn’t figured it out by now, this is how you’re going to pay me to live here just like I had with your Uncle Kallen.”

I closed my eyes. So he had been fucking him. This only left me curious as if there first time was like our first time or like this.

“You got that, bitch?”

I nodded into the table. “Yes sir,” I murmured subserviently.

My father pulled his cock out of me, pulled up his pants and left without saying another word.

I was left torn. A part of me wanted to get up off the table and head to the shower, wash away the sins of my father. Another part of me, the better part of me, wanted to stay there in place and let his slime become me–the part that wasn’t oozing down my leg.

When I stood to retreat to my bathroom instead of the half bath, I woke up the three horny frat boys encouraging their cocks to get back into me much like I had Paul the first time we got together after an assault by my father. Even with the three of them sharing me like they had the night before, I couldn’t help but to think my father loves me. So much so he was probably watching me use his cum as fuck cream for these three guys!

Coach’s office: Coach’s POV

Coach Tony Bartlett always tried to be firm and fair with his students. Spending his youth in the gym and wrestling had taught him that being disciplined and straightforward got results, cheating and slacking off didn’t. He was a singularly determined and focused man, if he set his mind to something he did it, and he was proud of that. Maybe that was why his girlfriends had left, but it was also how he had built himself to the man he was today. How he had gotten a house for himself, a job he loved, and a body he was confident in.

His students on the other hand, didn’t appreciate the value of hard work. A lot of them were distracted by college life and didn’t focus on why they were there in the first: to better themselves. He had tried to foster a sense of camaraderie in the team by hosting barbecues at his house. He tried to focus them by giving them workout schedules. He pushed them in practice to live up to their potential.

But some students seemed less interested in working hard and more interested in looking at themselves in the mirror. Mikes Adams in particular, and Joey Burroughs. Those two were classic college jocks: clueless and unmotivated. Burroughs could be good, but he often seemed to be dragged down by his friend’s antics.

The regional conference was coming up and Coach was attending for a few days. He wouldn’t be able to get a lot of exercise in, so today would be a good day to hit the weights. He thought about using his own personal gym, but there were some machines he didn’t have and he preferred the noise and bustle of other people working out around him. So, he decided to go to the gym by campus. It was a Sunday so it shouldn’t be too busy anyway.

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Coach glanced at himself in the mirror. A lot of years of hard work had gone into this body. Building up his arms, chest, core, legs, everything. He had bulked up a bit in recent years; cutting and keeping his body low had lost its appeal. He was more interested now in maintaining muscle mass than he was in chiselled abs. As such, he had gained more of a powerlifting core: strong, solid, but less defined.

He warmed up and pushed through a few different exercises, mostly focusing on a pushing day for his chest and triceps. By the time he sat down at the bench press he had worked up a good sweat and pump. As his eyes moved around the gym surroundings, he saw someone he did had not expected.

“Didn’t expect you today, Burroughs.” He called out.

Joey Burroughs walked up to Coach . “Yeah Coach, felt I needed to get some more strength training in.”

That was a good attitude. He looked Burroughs up and down. The kid had developed over his time on the wrestling program. The chest hair made him look like more a man than the other students, and with a more balanced training program he had filled out. But, not as much as Coach expected.

“That’s a good decision. You haven’t been progressing as I’d like Burroughs. You’ve been following the plan I gave you. Spot me this set.”

He slid back under the bar and pushed out his last set. A spotter always gave him more confidence to push out that last rep and as he did he was thinking about what he could with Burroughs. To be honest, him and Adams needed work. Maybe if he showed some more confidence in them he could inspire them to push harder. As he sat up he looked at Burroughs in the mirror. Yes, maybe they could push each other.

“ To be honest, both you and Adams need some extra work.”

“Mike?” Joey looked confused.

“Yes. You’re both motivated in practice, but the results have been lacking. I’ve done this before a few of your teammates, and I think you’ve earned it. I’m out of town for the next few days, so you and Adams can use my personal gym.”

He gave Burroughs the details on the house and the code for the door. As long as they cleaned up after themselves it was fine. Besides, the camera in there would let Coach see if they messed anything up.

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A few days later, Coach was back at the home. His energy was pent up from no exercise and the conference had been dull and boring. He may as well catch on what the kids had done in his absence. He sat at his computer and pulled up the video feed from the camera.

He skipped forward until he saw the kids enter. At least they came. That showed some motivation at least. They were dressed in shorts and sleeveless tops and got to work pretty much straightaway. He watch on double speed as they worked out. The camera had sound, but he left it muted as he just checked through what they did.

Eventually, they were both stood at the bars talking for a moment and then took turns doing dips. It looked like they had a competition going. That was good, that was what Coach had hoped for in giving them the gym to themselves. Some friendly rivalry always spurred better results. Burroughs managed to push out a couple of extra reps and won. But then Adams, pulled off his shirt and handed it to him. Maybe a forfeit for losing?

He watched as they started doing pullups and this time Adams won. Burroughs took off his shirt and handed it over. Must be a forfeit then. But he watched as they put each other’s shirts on. That was odd. Then, wearing each other’s shirt, they got down and did pushups. Adams won again. What would be the forfeit this time?

Burroughs proceeded to kick off his shoes, turn around, and pull off his shorts. Next off came his underwear and the kid’s hard shaft sprang out. Coach was stunned. Were these two boyfriends? No, he heard their banter in the locker room and they all talked about girls. Maybe not then. Coach thought back to when he was a student wrestler and had bonded with some of his teammates in the showers. It wasn’t unusual for teammates to help each other out after a hard practice.

Burroughs put his hands behind his head and flexed, clearly showing off. Coach turned the sound on as the two embraced and kissed.

“I wanna fuck you so much.” He heard Adams say.

He watched as the two kissed, undressed, and started masturbating together. As Burroughs sank down and started to suck Adams’ cock, Coach couldn’t deny he was turned on.

“You know Joey, the last few times I’ve cum with you have been the best of my life. Way better than the chicks.” As he heard this, Coach realised they had been doing this before. They were distracting each other, and he had given them a secluded gym to do it in. He felt horny, but also angry.

Over time, he watched as they moved onto fingering and then Adams started fucking his friend. Then, they got up and moved to a bench. Then, Burroughs tied Adams down and started to ride his cock. They were clearly enjoying it. Seeing the two fuck hard, and Adams straining against being tied down. Coach’s hand moved to his stiffening bulge and rubbed. Eventually, the two boys climaxed and shot their loads everywhere.

He turned the video off and walked into the gym. As he looked around the bench where the two boys had fucked. He didn’t find much of their loads, they had clearly tried to clean up. But he found some bits of dried cum they had missed. They had taken advantage of Coach’s gift and fucked around and left mess, that warranted punishment.

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At the next practice, Coach asked the two boys to hang back and help put away equipment. Once they were done, he brought them into his office. He made sure to get them before they changed and they were still in their singlets. He had been watching during practice and seen how they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. He had to do something about this.

“Boys, I let you into my gym this weekend, did you make good use of it?”

He gave them some chances to talk, and Adams puffed his chest out looking for praise.

“I think I might know what the problem is. Any guesses?”

The two looked thoroughly confused. As they looked at each other he brought up the video of them fucking on the screen in front of him.

After a few moments Coach broke their confusion. “You two are too horny.”

Adams laughed nervously and still seemed confused. But Burroughs looked petrified, at least one of them understood. As coach turned the screen around and unmuted the video, he saw Adams’ face drop. He let the sounds of moaning and fucking continue as the boys offered excuses.

“What you boys do in your spare time is your business. But what you do on my time, and on my property, is another matter entirely.”

“Please Coach.” Adams pleaded. “Just let us stay on the team. We’ll clean everything up, or do extra practice, or whatever punishment you want us to.”

“I’ve got a different punishment in mind.” Coach replied. “Stand up. Hands behind your backs.”

As they stood, Coach zip-tied their hands together. If they liked each other’s body so much, he had to burn that out of them. Exposure therapy.

“If the mere sight of each other’s body is enough to put you two into a frenzied heat, then I’m going to have to teach you some discipline. Now face each other.”

They complained but Coach shut it down.

“You boys like looking in the mirror at yourselves and at each other. So do that now. Look at each other’s face. Down to the chests. Really take it in boys.”

He watched as they hungrily took in the sight of each other. He had gotten them after practice and in their singlets, so they were both pumped up and looking their best. He watched their bulges as they both started growing. Adams in particular was growing fast.

“And there we go. That didn’t take long. You boys have no control. Let’s get you boys a better look at each other. Take those singlets down to your waists.”

“Coach our hands-“ they started to complain again.

“What did I say?” Coach glared back at them. They were whining and he didn’t like that. “If your hands are tied you’ll have to figure something out then won’t you?”

He watched as Burroughs seemed to grasp what Coach was saying and used his mouth and pull down the singlet. He had a good head on his shoulders when he used it. Adams followed suit.

“Looking at each other, what do you boys think the other has done well?”

He wanted them to really look at each other. Properly understand their bodies so they would be more used to them and stop staring at each other. He prodded them along with questions and watched them grow harder as they complimented each other’s muscles. He also switched to using their first names, he wanted a more comfortable environment.

“You boys picked chest and abs for each other. So now, you have to judge mine.”

He pulled off his shirt and stood before the boys shirtless. He was definitely bigger than either of them and wanted them to compare his physique with their own. To feel that drive and motivation to better themselves.

“You’re huge Coach! Even bigger and hairier, very masculine.”

“And your abs are really built coach, strong.”

“Good boys. So, you two are saying I’m the biggest, most masculine of us three.”

“Yes Coach.” They both replied.

“Excellent. Learning your place. Now, finish undressing each other.”

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This was the crucial bit. Coach needed to do something about their horniness, teach them control. He untied their hands and watched as they stripped the singlets off, standing in their underwear. But then stopped. Hesitantly, their hands drifted to their own underwear. They needed to learn to take commands properly too, it seemed.  

“No. I said undress each other, boys. Do it right.”

Again, Joey moved first. He seemed the one that was more in control in this pair. But Coach had taken over that control easily. Soon enough they both stood completely naked, waiting on the next order.

“See boys, no control as I said. Hands behind the backs again.”

They obeyed. That was better. He re-tied they boys’ hands.

“Face me and kneel.”

As they knelt, Coach inspected them both. They were progressing, their muscles growing more defined but his initial thoughts had been right, their progress was slow. As he walked around Joey, he could see the boys cocks were both fully hard. Joey’s eyes were also fixed on the video, and he was leaking. He was definitely very aroused. Both boys were.

“Now we’ve seen your bodies, see a real man’s.”

He walked in front in the bound and kneeling jocks and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He had chubbed up a little but maintained control on himself.

“Now I know Joey here is good at sucking cock. Why don’t you get us started? Suck me like you sucked Mike.”

Joey eagerly accepted Coach as he slid his shaft inside the boy’s mouth. Joey made a good attempt, but clearly struggled with the size. That was fair, a lot of Coach’s girlfriends couldn’t handle it well, even with practice.

He switched over to Mike. To Coach’s surprise, he took the whole length down to the base. He saw Joey watching the exchange excitedly, the boy’s cock twitching with how horny he was. These two were like horny animals.

“Excellent work Mike. Good effort and technique, you’ve really been practising. Now boys, lie on your back next to each other. I think we’re ready for that discipline lesson.”

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“The lesson is don’t cum until I give you permission. Understood?”

Joey and Mike lay in front of him. Both naked, panting, and cocks sticking straight up. They nodded their heads, and Coach reached out to grasp the throbbing erections. He watched their faces and their bodies as he stroked. He watched for all the little details; the way their faces twitched, how their balls tightened up, how they pushed their dicks into his hands. Each time they got close, he stopped. They needed to learn.

“Coach, please. Please. I need to cum. Make me cum.”

The begging was hot. Coach couldn’t deny that. And the way their bodies shuddered under his touch. They looked at Coach’s body, at each other, at their cocks being stroked, and at the video still playing. Helpless to finished themselves off. It was time for the last stage.

“Onto your front, Mike. Get up Joey. Kneel here. You two boys have done well, so as a reward I’m going to untie you. Do not touch your dicks. I’m going to fuck Mike. Joey will watch. When I tell you so, you are free to cum. Got that?”

From the video it had looked like Joey took control in riding his friend, so here Coach wanted him to have no control, just watch. Also, Mike seemed to enjoy fucking his friend, so why not show him what it was like?

Coach untied them both as they took their positions. Mike on all-fours, ass presented. Joey knelt next to him so the cum would cover Mike. To their credit, both boys managed not to stroke themselves, some control at last.

From everything Coach had done to them, he was very hard now. He spat on Mike’s waiting hole and rubbed it in, loosening him up with a few fingers. But Coach was horny now and he wanted to plough that jock ass in front of him. He rubbed the head of his cock and the ass a few times, and then slowly pushed his way in.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He could hear Mike’s muttering, but the boy was taking it well, so he continued pushing all the way in. He closed his eyes and enjoyed that feeling of a tight ass clenching his cock. It had been too long.

He started thrusting. Strong, powerful thrusts. Enjoying the feelings around his cock. Listening to the sounds of Mike’s moaning. He opened his eyes and watched Joey. He was drinking in the sight of his friend being pounded and looking over my body. I could feel how my body moved to deliver each motion of my shaft into Mike.

“It feels great to beat your boyfriend’s ass Joey. What do you think? Do you like what you’re seeing?”

The kid nodded, entranced. They both obviously needed to cum, but they were keeping control. As Coach felt his own climax approaching, he knew they had earned their release.

“Okay boys, you can cum now.”

Joey barely touched his cock before it started shooting rope after rope of cum. His eyes closed and the pleasure was obvious on his face. The load went all over Mike’s face and hair. Coach felt Mike’s body tense up and his ass clench tight. That was it, Mike was cumming all over floor. Watching and feeling the boys cum, Coach sank himself deep in one last thrust. He had to hold onto Mike’s back as he pulsed with each shot of his own load.

Coach got up and wiped himself off with a towel. As he put his clothes on again, the boys just sat on the floor recovering from what had happened.

“Good work boys. I trust you’ve learnt your lesson about controlling yourselves. Now go and shower and get out of here. Don’t be late for next practice.”

The boys left, Coach hoped the lesson would stick.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
I broke apart my insides
(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell
(Help me) the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

– “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails

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I instinctively looked down at myself as I considered my lover’s request. My selling point was my ass, I knew it and I worked it shamelessly. The idea of being the penetrator never occurred to me for deeply personal reasons but that was long ago. I possessed a perfectly serviceable tool of five inches. It was thinner than I liked but I had more than most in my circumstances. I was blessed to have what I had and I knew how to use it, so why did it strike me as laughable that Emil wanted me to fuck him? I knew the answer.

I slept with two demigods whose equipment generously conjured comments like “fucking hell, dudes” and “where do you get the blood to feed those goddamn  things?” I judged myself harshly against the brothers knowing they were the exception, not the rule. Emil must have seen my struggle because he pulled me into his arms and began  peppering me with kisses, begging me repeatedly saying, “fuck me, please? Fuck me, please?”

The touch of his lips lit a fire in my core, his pleading roused a loving predator in my soul. I gripped him by the sides of his hair and peered deeply into his eyes.

“We just came buckets, Emil.” I smoothed my thumbs across his eyebrows. “The bed is soaked, you just got home and it’s late. Are you sure?”

His cheeks flushed a lovely hue of rose as he considered my words. “I’ve needed you since I left for Scotland last Friday. I love you, Chonay. I miss you, and you know I can last all night like Anton. I….” He licked his lips and peered from under his lashes. His eyes shone with tender vulnerability but his smile was pure, delightful wickedness. “I like wallowing in our come while you fuck me. I feel closer to you.”

His blue gaze, like peering into the heart of an ocean wave, darted down and to the left. He admitted something too close, too taboo. I read his words as if he voiced them aloud. I like wallowing in my brother’s come. I feel closer to him.

I said nothing more. I pulled him into a kiss and leaned him back. His shiver of anticipation sang an aria in my blood as I kissed down his neck. I sucked on his throat and raked him with my teeth, luxuriating in the beat of his heart under my lips. His breathing deepened into a throaty purr. His skin grew flush and hot under my teeth. He pressed into my mouth demandingly, conjuring visions of a vampiric seduction. His fingers twisted in my long black hair and pulled. I winced but the sting thrilled me.

“Fuck me, please!” He begged plaintively.

I flicked lizardlike in the hollow of his collarbone before drawing a trail of saliva across the broad planes of his chest. I latched on to his nipple and nursed him with wet, loud smacks. His writhing intensified when I clamped down with my teeth. He gasped sharply with delight and arched his back off the bed, feeding me more of his tender teat.

“Yes, bite that fucking nip! More!” He hissed hotly.

I shifted to the other side and repeated my treatment with his neglected pip. I munched and sucked until it stood tall and erect on his pec, angry in color, glistening with spit, and aroused tremendously. Emil certainly appreciated the attention based on his litany of filthy words.

I inched down, lathering Emil’s brickwork abs with spit before worming the tip of my tongue in his navel. I detected something tap-tap-tapping against my cheek and found the gorgeous upcurved crown of his glans throbbing for attention. It peeked from its cowl of foreskin and left a trail of lubricant kisses from my ear to the corner of my lips. I brushed against it as I might have a beloved pet. It was Emil’s one-eyed trouser snake and in a childlike sense we were best friends.

“Suck it,” Emil sounded so much like his brother at that moment, commanding, bold.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” I blew air across his sex. His cock jerked and spat a dollop of clear, viscous fluid, the distilled essence of manhood.

“You’re there already,” he rocked his hip and slapped my cheek with his cock. I seized it with one hand and squeezed.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Emil’s eyes rolled back in his head. His cock thickened ever more until the veins on the surface looked fit to burst. I choked off his lubricant until he squirmed. When I finally released the dam his fluid oozed over the head and down, coating my hand. I lapped up his oily secretions with coquettish flicks of my tongue, feeling much like how I imagined a kitten enjoyed a bowl of cream.

“You taste so good, lover,” I licked my chops. Emil opened his mouth to reply when I took him into my mouth. His eyes shot round with surprise, his head fell back, and he uttered a sound reminiscent of an orgiastic wolverine. “Fffuuuuuuckkk yyyyyyeeessssss.”

I smiled as best I could around the thick rod prodding at the back of my throat. It felt on par with swallowing a flashlight. Emil’s flesh yielded more than metal of course but it still posed a daunting challenge.

I mixed his oily lube with my spit and swallowed when I took him into my mouth. I took him down as far as he naturally fit then took my cue from reptiles. I imagined unhinging my jaw, pushing my head down Emil’s cock, twisting from side to side and then swallowing, down, side to side, swallow. I slid down his prodigious shaft by inches. When I needed to breathe I backed up in my throat to suck in air, swallowed more spit and lube, then resumed my downward trek. I heard the cartilage in my throat pop a few times, expanding to accommodate my lover’s girth. Soon enough my nose rested against Emil’s shaved pubic bone, his swollen testicles propped on my chin. My lover celebrated my effort in a uniquely charming way.

“Jesus-Fucking-Christ!” Emil’s blasphemous howl matched the joy of the Hallelujah Chorus on Christmas morning. His thighs shook with uncontrollable pleasure. He shoved as much cock into me as possible. I pushed away for a breath, my mouth dripping with runnels of spit, lube, and tears. I gasped rapturously and focused on my lover’s glans for a moment, nursing on the head, sliding my tongue under the foreskin, flicking his piss slit with my tongue, all before plunging back down. I fell into a trance fucking Emil with my throat. Up and down, up and down, I lost all track of the world around me. All that mattered to me was Emil’s pleasure.

“Tiso,” he pulled at my hair, gasping out my nickname frantically. “I’m close! I’m–!”

I flew off Emil’s cock and squeezed him brutally with both hands, choking his ejaculation off, forcing it back into his balls. He thrashed in the bed, gnashing in pain.

“Fuck, that hurts!” He complained.

“It’ll hurt so good when you come.” I kissed him.

“I know, so fuck me already!” He sulked cutely.

“I hadn’t gotten to your feet, baby. They’ve been carrying your sexy ass all day. I know they must be tired and hurt.”

“Later,” he said knowing there would be a later, probably in a sunken hot tub with snifters of brandy and a marvelous view.

“I’m too hot for you now,” he seized my hair and bent my head back in a breathtaking kiss. He drew back until our gazes met. “Fuck me, Chonay, please!”

I realized then that I had been stalling. I let my insecurity get the better of me but no more. I shoved him back into our come-drenched blankets. I took his erection in hand and threatened him with it to comical effect. “Hands off, this cock is mine, get it? No touching!” He giggled while I pushed his knees up. I took in the marvelous sight before me.

Emil learned to ice skate before he learned to walk. This blessed him with long, powerful legs, strong ankles, and a shapely, athletic ass. I imagined they opened like the gates to the Promised Land all for my pleasure. I lay on my belly, hooked my arms around his thighs, and dove into his pucker with the relish of a prize-winning pig snuffling for truffles. Emil’s gasps provided musical accompaniment as I feasted.

I traced the periphery of his sphincter with my tongue. Once I staked my claim, I circled inward inspecting every crease and fold in his quivering pink flesh. Emil smelled of sweat, body wash, and a uniquely captivating musk. A mysterious quality in this musk triggered a primordial portion of my brain. I craved this funky, earthy scent beyond reason. I drooled like a ravenous animal and attacked Emil’s defenseless pucker with every oral weapon at my disposal. 

I lapped at his tender skin with feverish intensity. I kissed, I sucked, I nibbled, savoring his twitches like fine wine. I drilled for buried treasure in his molten depth and when his anus failed to yield my prize fast enough I pried him open with my bare. Fucking. Hands.

“Fuck yes, Chonay, EAT THAT ASS!” Emil thrashed wildly in my grasp. He twisted the bedding in his fists. His toes curled tightly with the power of my oral assault. He hiked his glorious ass off the bed and rammed it in my face. I needed Emil, now.

I climbed to my feet in bed. I maneuvered Emil until he rested on his shoulders. He bent double with his cock dripping with lust on his lips. His ass pointed up, vulnerable and ready for me. My cock felt ready to split the skin as I mounted him. I pierced him easily and slid home. He cried out at my violation but soon after settled with a hungry purr. I knew what he felt. I scratched the itch deep in his core as he had done for me so many times. My insecurity vanished, I fulfilled my purpose as his lover and drilled home.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes,” he hissed with sublime satisfaction as I ground into him with a lusty snarl.

“Suck yourself,” I twisted my cock in his hole before leaning on him. This pushed his long cock past his lips and Emil nursed on his organ in a display out of licentious fantasy.

I changed pace between rapid fire stabs and lusty rolls of the hips, never letting him rest. I stroked his prostate with precision savoring every cry from his lips. Emil never seemed more beautiful than in the throes of passion. He forgot his sadness if only for a little while. I could no more deny him this respite than deny my own breath. He was my beautiful, fucked up man.

I flipped Emil onto his belly at the moment of truth, laughing as I denied him release yet again.

“I will have my revenge, fucker!” He threatened until I shoved his face into the sodden bedding.

“Shut the fuck up and snort funk like a good boy.” I grinned savagely. He obeyed gleefully, gathering the bedding into his arms and shamelessly licking up the remnants of spent passion. In the meantime I rammed my lover’s ass with my full might.

The room broke into a drumbeat of flesh crashing together. I seized the back of Emil’s hair and leaned into him with the force of a jackhammer. I crushed his prostate relentlessly, slamming him into a screaming orgasm with ruthless determination. In retaliation his ass milked my cock with the grip of a vengeful titan. He tore a howl of release from the pit of my soul. I collapsed onto his back, drained of every erg of energy. My blood sang with endorphins, Dopamine, and Oxytocin. My love for Emil never felt stronger. I lay possessively across his back. I was eight inches shorter so I imagined a Chihuahua on top of a Great Dane.

“Love you,” I rubbed between his shoulder blades with my cheek. I added a kiss for good measure.

“Me too you,” he sighed with contentment. “You were incredible.”

“Score one for the Chihuahua. Our children are going to look so funky.”

He cracked up laughing, jostling me from my perch. He rolled onto his side and opened the blanket. I snuggled into his embrace and huffed funk with him. I woke up some time later as the bed shifted under Anton’s weight. I cracked an eye open as he placed a tender kiss on Emil’s brow.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly and covered us both with his body.

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Author’s Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!

Also, this concludes “A Long, Hard Night.” Stay tuned for chapter one of “A Long, Hard Life” where I explore the life and love of this unusual trio. Thank you for reading!

“Truth” I said, taking a hit from the contraband joint that David had snuck into camp. 

David put down the beer he’d been sipping and looked at me intently. “Who in the troop have you hooked up with?” 

Being the only out queer of the troop meant I got questions like this a lot, especially during games of truth or dare. 

I took a long slow drag, then exhaled just as slowly. Brendan looked at me curiously and Alex had a face of uncertainty. I chuckled. “I’ve blown Patrick, jerked off with Steven, and fully 69’d with Alex there.” 

I toasted the joint to him. His face turned red. Everyone knew he was bisexuality, but he kept quiet about it and was very shy about the sexuality part of it. David raised a brow and Brendan chuckled. “How long have you two been hooking up?” He asked, but I shook my head, passing the joint to David next to me. 

“You need to wait for the next truth to ask me that.” I retorted playfully. David took a long hit of the joint and Alex finished his beer as I spun the empty bottle between us. It pointed to Brendan. I smirked. “Truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” He said boldly. He’d been the first to start taking dares, followed by myself. David and Alex had only done truths. 

David passed the joint to Alex, who nearly dropped it as I gave my challenge. “Show us what you’re packing.” 

His first dare had been to chug his beer. The second had been to sneak back to camp and steal more beers from their other patrol member, and Brendan’s brother, Carlos. And his third dare had been to kiss Alex on the cheek. But as I gave this dare; David raised a brow again, Alex blushed again, and Brendan chuckled again. 

“Yeah?” Brendan asked, one hand taking the joint from Alex and the other going down to palm his crotch under the picnic table. “You wanna see it?” 

“That’s why I dared it.” I shot back, finishing my beer and putting the bottle in the middle of the table with a half dozen others. Brendan took his hit of the joint and handed it to me. I took it as he stood up. And as I took my hit, we all watched Brendan unbuckled, unbutton, and unzip his pants, and push them and his boxers down to his knees. 

His cock and balls fell into view. They looked heavy, his balls hanging low behind his sizable cock. He was straight, so I was shocked to see his length looking too full to be fully soft. He had dark hair and a bush to match and he reached down to scratch it then shake his meat around. “Happy?”

“Very.” I answered after exhaling smoke. I handed the joint to David as Brendan pulled his clothes back up. But, I noticed he didn’t zip, button, or buckle them. David’s face reflected how I felt. It showed an appreciation but a familiarity. He was gay but only out to us, his patrol. He was fairly reserved but secretly playful.

Brendan was smirking as he spun the bottle. It pointed to David. 

“Truth.” He said, handing the joint to Alex  and exhaling smoke.

“How often do you jerk off?” As Brendan asked, I stood up and went to the cooler, grabbing two more beers. I paused, looking out. We were in a small secluded cove, seated at a stone table and benches with the sea gently lapping at the sand 100 feet away. The waters were dark and endless with the night sky above and mirrored on the surface. The moon was full. David had found this spot while hiking on the first day of camp. And now, on day three, we were certain we wouldn’t be interrupted. “Bullshit!”

I turned back as Brendan exclaimed. I walked back, handing him one beer and opening my own. “Why would I lie?” David asked, logically. 

“Three times a day? Everyday?” 

“Everyday.” 

“Even while on this trip?”

This gave David pause. “Not on trips. Kinda hard with communal showers and sharing a tent with you.” He retorts. 

Brendan smiled deviously. “So you must be really pent up, huh?”

But David took a page from my book and told Brendan he’d have to wait for the next truth to find out. And when Brendan gave him a dismissive wave, David moved on and spun the bottle. It pointed to Brendan, who chose dare while taking the joint from Alex and taking a hit. 

“Take off your pants for the rest of the game.” He said, sipping his beer. 

“The whole game?” Brendan asked. 

“The whole game.” David confirmed. 

Clearly Brendan wasn’t shy, so he handed me the joint and went to push his pants off. He didn’t stand this time, instead reaching down and shuffling out of them. A moment later we heard the sound of his belted pants hitting the ground. 

He gave David a challenging smirk and spun the bottle. I handed David the joint as the bottle pointed to him. For a long tense moment he took his hit and exhaled. It wasn’t until Alex took the joint did David answer. “Dare.”

My eye brow rose and Brendan smirked. “You take off your pants for the rest of the game too.” 

“Done.” David said confidently, reaching under the table to unbelt, unbutton, and unzip his pants before pushing them down. When they hit the ground, he took a sip of his beer. Brendan did the same. And when David spun the bottle it pointed to me. 

I couldn’t resist continuing the trend. “Dare.” 

I had expected him to dare me to strip too. But once again he took a page from my book. “Let’s see what you’re packing.”

I blushed and Brendan lit up. He might have been straight when he was sober, but four beers and two joints were making him very curious. I shrugged and took the current joint from Brendan, taking a long final drag before tapping it out into their ashtray. Then I stood up. 

I made a bit of a show out of it. I stepped back, slowly undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. And after unzipping and pushing them down, I kept my boxers on for another teasing moment. David and Brendan were looking at me with intense curiosity while Alex started with a lusty gaze. Then, I pushed my underwear down and my semi hard cock popped free. Now free my cock grew. And as I stood there I dropped a hand and stroked myself. Only a few moments later it was hard. I cockslapped my own palm, the sound loud in the cool night air. “Content?” 

I looked up to see David and Brendan’s faces, two different reactions to seeing my meat hard and on display in the moonlight. David wore the same face as before, appreciative of my presentation but not shocked by the display. Brendan’s face was more bemused at my erection. 

I had addressed David, but all three nodded. I smirked and pulled my pants and boxers back up, tucking away my erection along my thigh but leaving my pants open as Brendan had earlier. And when I sat down I took a long drink of my beer. 

David and Alex finished their beers, the latter standing up and going to get more from the cooler. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Alex’s pants was bigger than usual.  Brendan finished his beer and was sparking a new joint as I spun the bottle. And when it stopped. David and I smirked. When Alex came back, he learned the bottle was pointed at him. 

“Truth or dare?” I asked, smirking. 

“Truth.” He said. It wasn’t unexpected but I still rolled my eyes. Brendan took a long hit from the joint. 

“Do you like sucking my cock?” 

My question hung in the air as I took the joint and took a long hit. I exhaled and passed it to David. As he took his hit, Alex muttered. “Yes.”

“What was that?” I asked, a devious smirk on my face. I dropped a hand under the table and palmed my hard bulge. 

“Yes.” Alex said more firmly, taking the joint and taking a hit. And as he passed it to Brendan, I asked more. 

“Yes, what?” 

Brendan was mid inhale when the world paused, my question hanging above them all. 

“Yes, I like sucking your cock!” He said quickly. 

I smirked and sipped my beer. Brendan exhaled smoke and passed me the joint. David opened his new beer and began to drink. Alex reached and spun the bottle. And it pointed to me again. 

“Dare.” He smirked, taking my hit. 

Alex looked at me intently. I saw behind his eyes a million things he wanted to say but he measured his words carefully. I took my hit and handed it to David. 

“Take off your pants for the rest of the game.” 

I chuckled. “Just my pants?” I reached down and pushed them down, shuffling in my seat.

“Bo-Both.” Alex said, licking his lips, just as my belt hit the floor as proof, leaving me naked from the waist down on the bench, my bare ass on the cool stone. My cock was out and hard still. I dropped a hand to idly stroke myself with one hand, the other spinning the bottle. 

It pointed to Brendan as he took the joint from Alex. “Dare!” He said, excitedly. I chuckled

“Lose the underwear.” I said, to which Brendan chuckled and wordlessly did as tasked, joint held in his lips. He shuffled out of them then spun the bottle. It pointed to David, who took a dare and was shockingly told to strip as well. So a moment later, Brendan, David, and I wore just shirts while Alex was fully dressed. But when the bottle again pointed to Alex, he finally said dare. And David shocked us all with his boldness. 

“Suck Danny’s cock.” 

I nearly dropped the joint as I exhaled. All our eyes went wide and I throbbed. “Wha- What?” Alex asked, blinking and flushed. 

“Suck. Danny’s. Fat. Cock.” 

I smirked and handed the joint to David, then reached down with both hands, cockslapping my palm again to show off my hardness and heft. Alex swallowed. “Here? In the open?” He whispered, his voice softer than my cockslapping had been. 

“Yes.” David’s voice was soft now too. He took a long hit and exhaled. “Go under the table, until the bottle points at you again.” 

Alex swallowed and nodded. He started to kneel when Brendan said “wait. Spin the bottle first.” 

“And take your hit.” David added, handing him the joint. 

Alex blinked but did so. Exhaling as he spun the bottle. It pointed towards me. “Truth.” I said, softly. 

Alex hesitated as he handed Brendan the joint, then answered softly. “Do you like me sucking your cock?” 

I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. “I love when you suck my cock.” 

He blushed and smiled, then knelt down and crawled under the stone table. It was a square, with a bench on each side for each of us to sit at. David was to my left and Brendan to my right, and they were watching me intently. 

A hand grasped my balls and I inhaled slightly. David smirked and Brendan bit his lip. Then, Alex’s lips found my tip, kissing it a few times then sucking it gently, licking thoroughly over the hot flesh. I let out a long, low sigh and smirked at the two boys. 

I reached forward and spun the bottle. David and Brendan both gave a chuckle. Brendan was handing me the joint as the bottle pointed at him. 

“Truth.” He said, shockingly. I noticed one of his hands was under the table. 

I took a long, slow drag and exhaled softly as I passed the joint to David. 

Alex was bobbing his lips along the top half of my cock, sucking and licking gently as his hand played with my balls. 

“Does this turn you on? Watching me get blown?” The question hung in the air, the only sound being the ocean. 

“Fuck yeah.” Was his simple answer. He slid another hand under the table and cockslapped his palm as I had, the sound dense and heavy. I bit my lip and felt Alex hesitate for a moment as he sucked me. I bit my lip and found myself breathing a little heavier. 

David passed Brendan the joint as he spun the bottle, the tip pointing to me. Brendan finally finished the smoke and tapped it out. “Truth.”

Brendan didn’t hesitate. “How long have you two been hooking up?” 

Alex hesitated on my cock again. I slid a hand under the table and rubbed his head as he started to bob along my length again, going deeper each time. 

“It’s a long story.” I mused. David rolled his eyes and drank his beer. Brendan was watching me intently still. “Let’s just say we first did it right before middle school.” 

“Bullshit.” Brendan said. “You’ve been fucking around that long?” 

“Yup.” I said casually, spinning the bottle and going to sip my beer. It slowed and began to stop pointing towards Alex, but David silently and smoothly reached up and stopped it pointing at himself. I smirked. “David, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He said, finishing his beer. 

I smiled and finished my own beer, putting the bottle down next to him in the middle of the table. “Go get me another beer.”

Brendan smirked as David cooly shrugged and stood up. As he did his crotch came into view. He had black hair like Brendan but his crotch was shaved bare. Which made his hard cock look even more impressive. I licked my lips at the long, uncut dick, then looked up to see David smirking at me. He reached down and cockslapped his palm, then walked to the cooler. I glanced at Brendan, who was watching David’s bare ass as he walked away. I looked too. It was a great ass. David bent to grab the drinks, then walked back towards us, hard length bobbing with his steps. He rolled his eyes at us and smirked as he returned, handing me a bottle and opening his own. We both took long sips, along with Brendan with his already half drunk beer. 

David spun the bottle and it pointed at me. “Truth.” He thought for a moment. 

“Who in the troop do you want to sleep with?” 

I chuckled as Brendan looked at me curiously. He was looking flushed from either the drinks or his lust. 

“Wouldn’t mind fucking with Patrick or Steven again. Carlos would be fun too.” I said, smirking at his brother. Brendan rolled his eyes. “Rok could be fun too. And I saw Leon’s cock in the showers and it looked really fun.” Then I glanced at Brendan and David. “And, of course, you two. 

“Yeah?” Brendan asked, smirking. His hands went back under the table. 

“Fuck yeah, man. Especially after seeing your cocks.” Brendan gave a nod and David licked his lips, he had one hand under the table. 

My one hand was on Alex’s head and the other spun the bottle. It stopped pointing to Alex’s empty spot. Brendan reached to move it and lie, but I reached to stop his hand. 

“Alex, truth or dare?”

I released his head and he came off my cock, breathing heavily and swallowing. My meat was throbbing and slick with saliva. His hand remained on my balls and the other went to slowly stroke my length. 

“Dare…” the word was soft but felt like it echoed in my ears. 

“Suck David’s cock.” 

Alex’s hand froze on my cock. I glanced at David to check if he was okay with it. He smirked, nodded, and reached under to cockslap his palm again, then held his meat still, offering it. The hands left my cock then my balls. 

“I’m spinning the bottle for you.” I announced. It ended up pointing to David, who inhaled sharply. Based on the reaction, I could tell his balls were just grasped. “It’s pointing at David.”

David leaned back and looked down, undoubtedly looking into Alex’s gaze. “Truth, please.”

The response came soft. “Do you want me to suck your big dick?” 

“Fuck yeah I do.” He said, before he gasped and his eyes rolled back. Unlike with me, where Alex had slowly sucked and savored my meat, I could hear and see the effects of his head this time. He was sucking and slurping loud enough that we could hear, which made me throb. “Ah, fuck…”

David looked back down at Alex and slid a hand under the table. I assumed he was holding Alex’s head as he sucked. I glanced at Brendan, who was flushed and breathing deeply, his hands pumping under the table. 

“Danny, truth or dare?” David asked to get my attention again. I blinked. 

“Dare.”

David smirked deviously. “Suck Brendan’s cock.”

We all froze. I looked at Brendan, who was smirking like David. And when he slapped his cock against his hand, flaunting its weight and size, I swallowed and nodded.  

I stood up and made to move down, only for David to cough. I blinked and he gestured to the bottle. I smirked and reached down to spin it. It slowed to an end, pointing to David, who casually said “Truth.”

“How’s his mouth?” 

Davie gave a chuckle. “Damn good.” He gave a wink and, as he spun the bottle, I knelt and crawled under the table. 

It was hard to see but I could make out Alex’s body as his head bobbed up and down. And from down here I could loudly hear his sucking. It turned me on. Almost as much as Brendan’s hard cock which he was shaking and flaunting, cockslapping his palm. 

“Truth.” He said above us. 

I moved towards his crotch. My hands gripped his thighs and I leaned in to lick up his balls and shaft. When I reached the tip I swirled my tongue around it and began to suck on it. 

“Is this your first blowjob from a guy?” 

The question made Brendan throb in my lips. I sucked and bobbed, taking him deeper as the sounds of his breathing above me, Alex’s sucking behind me, and the sea in the distance filling my head. 

“Nah. This is my second.” His hands reached under the table and gripped my head, guiding me to suck faster. 

So much for him being the straight man. 

I heard the bottle spin and Brendan asked David the question. “Dare.”

“Cum in his mouth.” 

David gave a “pfft” of dismissal. “I was already planning on that.” He answered. Alex’s sucking grew faster with eagerness when he heard that. But what turned us all on was his next statement. “Give me a different dare.”

Brendan’s hand was pushing me deeper. This wasn’t my first big cock so after a little struggle I was taking it deep. And as he pushed him down to throat his cock, my nose in his pubes, he spoke up. “Dare you to switch boys with me.” 

Alex and I both gagged at the idea. Brendan let me off to pant for a moment. And once again, David’s answer turned me on. “No. I’m gonna breed this boy’s throat first. Then we can switch.”

“You’re gonna go twice?” Brendan asked. 

“You’re not?” David challenged. 

I started to suck again, bobbing and slurping over Brendan’s cock. Between me and Alex the sounds of dick sucking were loud, along with the grunts and groans of the men above us. 

“Fuck yeah, I am.” Brendan’s hand found my head again, making me bob fast and deep, fucking my lips over his cock. “I’m gonna give Danny a big load then give Alex the same.”

The sounds of face fucking could be heard behind me and Brendan soon followed. Alex and I were kneeling there, our lips being pounded. 

Then David’s voice spoke softly. “Are you ready for it?” He asked Alex, to which the boy let out whimpered, muffled moans of agreement. A few moments later, I heard David’s tensed groans and Alex’s whimpers of need, before there was a loud moan as David bred Alex’s lips. 

Hearing this was hot enough, but Brendan was getting a front row show. And as such, he was getting close. His cock was swelling and getting rigid and his hips were fucking me faster. 

“Fuck…” He let out, both hands holding my head and gripping my hair tightly. “Fuck. Fuck!” 

“Shh.” David whispered, Brendan’s moans turning into strained whimpers as he tried to keep quiet. Which became more of a struggle as he got closer and closer and finally came. 

His load was big, filling my throat and mouth as he kept humping. And even after he finished his long orgasm he kept humping hard. Only a few minutes later did he stop with a sigh, sitting back and releasing my head. 

I inhaled deeply when I could, looking back at Alex who was looking at me. David’s spit shined cock was next to his face as he panted like me, his eyes glazed with lust. Then, without thinking, I turned and grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. 

We must’ve kissed for a long time because eventually David coughed to get our attention before speaking. “Alex, truth or dare?” 

He broke the kiss with a giggle, pecking my lips once more then smiling at me. “Truth.” 

“Do you want more cock?” 

David cockslapped his hand, the sound wet and loud now. Alex bit his lip and winked at me. “Fuck yeah, I do.” 

Brendan then spoke up. “Then come swallow this dick.”

7/29/2020

I woke up in the middle of the night; 3 A.M. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep so I slipped on some shorts, a tank-top and my sandals, and went outside to take a walk.

Heat rose off the quiet, empty streets into the cooler night air. I crossed through an intersection with lights blinking yellow and passed a fast-food place where two workers sat outside on the patio, a good distance apart, smoking cigarettes. “You want those 7am shifts, the later ones are rough…” one said.

I turned down a residential street and was about halfway down the block when someone called to me.

“Hey,” they said. I looked up at the house next to me and there was a guy, sitting alone. “Where you headed?”

“Nowhere,” I said. He smiled at me. He was good looking, with dark hair and a beard.  

“Want a beer?” he said. “Come up.”

“I, uh…I don’t have a mask,” I said. 
 
“Dude I haven’t been around anyone. I’m not sick. Are you sick?” he said.

“I mean, I don’t think I am,” I said.

“Just come up. We’ll sit six feet apart,” he said, getting up and adjusting the chair next to his. “Have a beer with me, I’m bored,” he said. I guess it was that kind of night cause I climbed the stairs to his porch and sat down. The distance was more like four feet but I decided I didn’t care, mostly because he was really sexy.

“There ya go,” he said, handing me a moist, cool can of beer from a box at his feet. “I can’t fucking sleep,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “I’ve been up every night for the past two weeks.”

“Yeah I couldn’t sleep either,” I said, cracking open my beer. 
 
“So I come out here and drink,” he said. “But I hardly ever see anybody walking by. I don’t know, you seemed friendly.” He shot me a warm, slightly mischievous smile.  

“So do you,” I said. Now that I was closer I could see that he was pretty drunk, which maybe explained his lack of inhibition in regard to inviting a stranger onto his porch. But there seemed to be an edge of flirtation, too. I would’ve pegged him as straight based on the loose basketball shorts he wore, the too-large v-neck shirt that nevertheless showed off his burly body.

“I’m fucking starved for company. You know how it is. I’ve sat on this porch more in the past two months than in the entire three years I’ve lived here,” he said.

“Is it an apartment house?”

“Yeah, I live on the second floor. With my girlfriend,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, and he looked at me.

“She sleeps like the dead,” he said. I nodded and took a gulp of beer. “You got a girlfriend?” he said, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand casually brush against his crotch and lay on his thigh.

“Nope,” I said. A pause.

“Boyfriend?” he said, and took a swig of beer.

“Nope,” I said. His hand moved again, and I looked closer this time. He was tweaking the thick bulge of flesh that lie beneath his silky black shorts.

“You get with dudes, though, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “I’m gay.”

“Cool,” he said, and leaned back in his chair. He looked out into the street, beer in one hand, cock in the other. “I’m so fuckin horny lately. I mean I’m glad I have a girlfriend. But, like, I like to fuck around. And it’s kind of hard to do these days.”

“Yeah it’s maybe not the best idea,” I said. “I haven’t had sex in months.” Pretending to be casual, I let my hand rest on my thigh, brushing my fingers against my cock. His eyes snapped right to it.

We sat there a few moments, playing with our dicks under our shorts. Glancing looks turned to hard stares. We looked up at one another.

“Take it out,” he whispered, with an upward tip of his chin. I looked behind me. “Nobody can see us,” he said. “I jack off out here all the time.” He began to lower the elastic waistband of his shorts so I followed suit. I saw his black patch of pubes, and then the root of his thick cock which pounced out. It was shortish but really fat. He looked at my tall boner, lust written on his face. Then he reached over and took it in his hand.

“Fuck,” I said as I felt his hand wrap tightly around it. I went for his, taking his warm, thick prick in my palm. It had been so long since I’d gotten this close to someone that I felt a little dizzy.

“Fuckin hot, bro,” he whispered, a husky voice next to my ear. I could smell him: sweaty, beery. We breathlessly stroked each other for a hot minute which seemed too much for him, cause he abruptly sat back, his cock still throbbing in his lap. “Goddamn,” he said, shaking his head and looking over at me. I reached over and took hold of him again. He watched my hand, occasionally taking sips of his beer and throwing his head back in pleasure.

I scooched my chair closer to him, then leaned over and took him into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he said. His cock was meaty and fit perfectly into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring my first taste of dick in months. He was nearly hyperventilating, and when I could tell he was getting close I came off him.

“Damn man,” he said. “I’m so turned on.”

“Yeah me too,” I said, catching my breath. He reached for my cock and seemed to consider what to do next as he stroked it. Then he leaned forward and took me into his mouth, going shallow at first then taking it all the way until I felt his beard graze my balls. It wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever had but it didn’t matter. He came off it after a few minutes.

“I did not expect this,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Me neither,” I said. I reached for him again and he for me, our cocks wet with each other’s spit. He looked at me. 
 
“You kiss?” he said. Man, my heart flipped. Kissing, the one thing you really shouldn’t do. But here was this hot bi guy who wanted to make out with me, so how could I resist? We leaned into one another. 

It was tentative at first. But we let go of one another’s cocks as we got into it. He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and I felt up his muscular chest as we opened our mouths to one another and entwined our tongues. After a minute I reached down and stroked him again we kissed and he moaned into my mouth. There was this feeling in my ass that couldn’t be denied.

“I want to ride you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Fuck. Seriously?” he said. I didn’t respond, just stood and slipped off my shorts, scanning the empty street as I did. The porch was dark enough that I didn’t think anybody who might walk by could necessarily tell what was going on, but I still kept my shorts wrapped around my right ankle as I straddled his thick thighs. I got a bunch of spit on my hand and slathered it on his cock, then held him steady as I pressed my ass down on him. It popped inside. “Holy fuck,” he said.  

It felt so good as I took it in me deeper. Like I said, it was short, but the thickness was substantial and it stretched me out just to the point of being uncomfortable for the first couple moments. After that, it felt extremely good. We just sat there, in the dark, connected. Then I began to ride him.

“That feels so fucking good,” he said. “Look how hard you are.” He took my cock in his hand, stroking me as I took him in and out of me. I had to knock his hand away after a minute.

“Got me close,” I said, and got off him.

“I did not expect this,” he said, laughing and taking another swig of beer.  

“Me neither,” I said, laughing with him. We finished our beers, hard cocks pulsing in our laps. We stroked each other some more, then we started making out again.

“I’ve never taken a cock in my ass before,” he whispered. “I want to try, though.” With that he stood and kicked off his shorts. He was such a big dude and he straddled me awkwardly.  

“Get it wet,” I said, and got a bunch of spit on my hand. I put some on my cock and some on his hairy asshole. He looked in my eyes when I did that. Then he started to lower himself on to me, reaching for my cock and directing it at his hole. I could see him having second thoughts the moment it went inside. He stood up, breathing heavily. But then he just went and tried again. It took a few more tries but he was determined, and finally he got me inside him all the way. 
 
“Holy fuck that’s a big dick,” he said.

“Just let it rest in you,” I said. And then I could tell it was starting to feel good cause his dick was getting hard again. I reached for it and jacked him.

“Oh man, that feels insane,” he said, his cock pulsing. He lifted himself off me, then took me in him again. I felt every inch of his tight, virgin asshole gripping my bare dick. He bounced on it for a minute, eyes up at the porch roof, barely breathing.

“Damn man,” I said when he came off me. “This is so hot.”

“I know,” he said. “I gotta piss though.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said.

“Come up with me,” he said.

“But your girlfriend…”

“You gotta be quiet. But I told you, she sleeps like the dead…”

So we pulled our shorts up over our hard cocks and he led the way into his apartment building and up the stairs. In the light I could see him a little better and how cute he was. At his door he looked at me and held a finger to his lips, then opened the door. I followed him inside, he shut the door quietly behind us. He motioned for me to follow him down the hall. Somewhere an air conditioner buzzed. There was a dark bathroom at the end of the hall, and before that was an open door on our left. He held his finger to his lips again, motioned inside. I looked as I passed. There was a bed, a figure on it, legs haphazardly wrapped in white sheets, long hair sprawled on a pillow.  

We entered the bathroom and pissed in the toilet together, all smiles. He leaned into me and we kissed as we pissed.

“I can’t wait to fuck some more. I can’t believe how good it feels,” he said.

“We can cum in each other if you want,” I said.

“Fuck yeah! You in me and me in you,” he said. And like that we were both getting hard again. We shook off the last piss drops and I followed him out of the bathroom. When we got to his bedroom door, though, he stopped. Gave me a sly look. Then he lowered my shorts, right there, and started stroking me. Once he got me hard he turned around and lowered his shorts over his big butt. Then he grabbed my cock and backed up until I was inside of him.

I was barely breathing as I fucked him, quiet as I could be in that dim hallway. I could lean forward just a bit and watch his girlfriend sleeping. The danger of it turned me on, and pushed me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I whispered.

“Do it,” he whispered back, reaching back to pull my hips into him as I held my cock deep and unloaded. When I finished he switched positions, bending me forward and shoving that fat cock into me. I held onto the edge of the doorway, pushing my ass back into his thrusts as he fucked me, his girlfriend sleeping just a few feet away.

“Gonna cum too, bro. Fuck!” he whispered. He thrust deep and held it in me. I could feel his cock swelling as it shot. He gave a few gasping breaths as he unloaded.

Then we regained our composure and our shorts and crept quietly back out the front door. My dripping cock and stretched-out, cum-filled ass were reminders of what we’d just gotten away with.

“That was nuts,” I said.

“Yeah and hot as fuck,” he said, handing me another beer. We cracked them open, laughing with the insanity of what we’d just done. 

Then we got acquainted, talking about all the shit you normally talk about when you first meet someone. I found out his girlfriend actually worked at the same company as my brother. Small world.

“I’d get your number but she pays a lot of attention to my phone,” he said. “Anyway you know where I live.” We exchanged friend requests instead. As I finished the beer I felt exhaustion hit me.  

“I better get home,” I told him.

“Yeah, I should get back upstairs. I finally feel like I could sleep. Guess that did the trick,” he said. And then we leaned in for one last, long kiss. 

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I always knew Garrett was a good friend, but I didn’t realize how good until… everything went down.

I vividly remember the day we met, it was our first day as newbies into a competitive grad school program at a good university back in the mid-1990s. On my first day, I had walked into my first classroom, settled into a chair… and then he walked in.

Wowza.

I had never thought of myself as anything but a normal, red-blooded straight guy, but I swear I did a double take. It was like Garrett had walked off the set of a freaking Hallmark Christmas movie—so much so that I thought it was going to snow. He was the literal embodiment of All-American charm, with an athletic frame that oozed masculine grace. The dazzling effect was heightened when he spoke with a honeyed, Southern lilt… I mean, shit, it sounded like music. Every woman in the room suddenly shifted their posture and started to twitter, and even the lesbian Marxist in the corner languidly dragged her fingers across her face and started to purr appreciatively.

For a minute, I felt like a gangly teenager back in middle school all over again.

Wait. Fuck that shit. I have nothing to be ashamed about. I’m Blake, and I am very much not a gangly middle schooler any more. I worked through my awkward stage by throwing myself into sports, and through workouts to build and maintain muscle. I’m no gym rat by any stretch, but I feel no shame when I hit the showers. I’ve also grown into my looks and can say with no false modesty that I’m damn easy on the eyes. I may not be the sporty, All-American God Garrett was, but I wasn’t nothing.

Garrett and I really didn’t get to know each other. On the one hand, we were each other’s direct competition. As new recruits starting at the same time, we were both thrown into the meatgrinder simultaneously, and essentially each other’s rivals for funding, position, and the professors’ attention.

And it was a struggle; that first semester kicked my ass. Given the program we were in, every paper we turned in needed to be publishable, every spoken statement had to be defendable. It was rough, and a huge leap from my undergraduate program. And it wasn’t just me feeling the heat. As the weeks went by, I could see the… brightness of Garrett’s eyes start to dim, to be replaced by haggard exhaustion. But, after the initial jolt I got my shit together and plowed forward. It was rough going, but by the semester’s end, I like to think I had shown my professors and colleagues that I deserved a seat at the table.

I saw Garrett on the first day of the new semester, when we discovered we had three Monday classes back-to-back-to-back. We essentially exchanged pleasantries as we moved around, and ended the day with a 3-hour seminar that was required of all new entrants to the program.

And holy fuck was that seminar a shit-show.

The professor who led it was several decades beyond his expiration date, and the whole thing could have been a sketch comedy segment… if it hadn’t been so mind-numbingly boring. Like, the kind of event where you wanted to rip your own arm off so you could bludgeon yourself to death with it.

After it was over, Garrett and I stumbled into the hallway, dazed, and stared at each other blankly. Finally, I started to snicker, he followed suit, and within minutes we were both collapsed on the floor howling with laugher. Him clutching my shoulder for support.

“Did… did he really just talk about… a ’Dear Abby’ column for 20 goddamn minutes??!?” he howled.

“Jesus Christ!” I exploded back. “And that was the only coherent part of the lecture! The look on that girl’s face when he spent 10 fucking minutes trying to figure out if they were related because they had the same last name….” I trailed off as I dissolved into convulsive laughter.

“Oh God, oh God! She looked like, ’Is he… is he trying to hit on me?’ And then, ’Do I wish he was hitting on me instead whatever bullshit this is?’” More riotous laughter.

Finally, we regained our composure. I got up and extended my hand to him. “Fuck this shit. I think we need to grab a beer. We earned it.”

Garrett brightened, considerably. He looked like he was going to say something, but then clamed up. He instead grabbed my hand and hoisted himself to his feet. “You, sir, are a man after my own heart. I humbly accept.” He clapped my on the shoulder, and off we went.

We ended up having a blast. After spending time with him I realized he was a real chill guy, and freaking hilarious. We had so much fun that we did it again the following week, at which point it became a Monday night tradition. From there, I noted that we were coming up on the Super Bowl and invited him over to watch the game. He tried to hold himself together, but the look of joy on his face was like I was his long-lost father come home from the war to restore the family fortune. Normally a chill dude, he was bouncing around thinking of all the food he was going to make—I learned he was a damn good cook—and planning out every detail. On game day, while we were gorging on some amazing pulled pork, I whined that I had gotten completely out of shape since starting the program. He excitedly suggested that we join a local gym together to be each other’s accountability partners. Things kept building, and in short order we were inseparable, and thick as thieves.

In one of our many beer-soaked conversations, I learned more about him… and just how bad things had been for him that first semester. It didn’t help that he was in a long-distance relationship with a girl he’d been together with since college. This was proving to be a real challenge for them, and things had been really wearing him down.

Worse, he confided that he hadn’t been sure he was going to make it in the program. “I was expecting it to be hard, but not that hard. And it didn’t help that everyone treated me like I didn’t belong. They only saw me as an air-headed pretty boy, or a dumb jock, or a country hick… or all three at once. Professors, the students, even Ellen in the office.”

“Yeah, Ellen is a real bitch,” I commiserated. But secretly, I was wincing remembering my less than gracious response to meeting him, and hoping I hadn’t been a total asshole. “But you’re doing okay now, right?”

Garrett sighed and looked down. “It’s been… hard. I don’t know. Back in college, everything came so easy. Like I didn’t even need to read everything, it just clicked. I really was on top of the world in college, and now I feel like I’m just… nothing.”

“C’mon, man. You’re a great guy, and you totally can do this. Tell you what. I know they want us at each other’s throats and all, but what say we start our own study group. Make sure we have each other’s backs.”

He gave me a look that I couldn’t quite read. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s do this. Two Musketeers, right?”

“Yes! And drinking buddies, too!”

“You’re on!”

At that point, the semester started getting better. I realized how much I had been starved for friendship myself, and loved having someone to run around with. Garrett got much of his mojo back, and seemed… well, bright again. With a killer smile that made women go weak in the knees. And if I didn’t know better, from some guys, too. Hell, we both got our share of attention at the bar where we hung out, even if he remained blindingly loyal to his far-off girlfriend, Ellie.

I was somewhat surprised when he returned from spring break, all puffed up and full of himself. He proudly proclaimed that he had asked Ellie to marry him, and she said yes. His eyes just lit up when he talked about her… I hope I can find someone like that myself. I’ve been single since I found out my college girlfriend had been cheating on me with one of my buds. I wanted to get back into the game again… but, well….

Garrett and Ellie decided to get married during the summer, and they started the new school year as husband and wife. I met he, and she was a riot… a real sassy personality. The kind of woman you expected to find working at a roadside diner somewhere. Garrett confided with a twinkle in his eye that she was on the high end of high maintenance, but matched well against his laid-back personality. We all became fast friends.

Times were great–a steady grind with classes but a lot of fun in-between. Garrett and I continued to climb the grad school ladder, becoming TAs in turn, and plowing ahead.

And then, things went sideways.

I stared getting excruciating abdominal pain, and came to find I had gall stones. They needed to remove my gall bladder.

The good news is that the procedure no longer gutted you like a fish; they were reasonably sure they could work things out laparoscopically. Still, it was going to be a massive, invasive procedure. Talking to the doctor, I learned that the first 24 hours or so I would be essentially useless. The next 2 or so days after that would be better, but still pretty much unmitigated hell, as I would still need help with basic biological functions. I’d improve steadily after that, but I should plan a week of essentially staying in bed.

And, I’d need someone to stay with me at all times, and to help with everything. Everything.

That really sucked. The only one I could really ask to serve as my bedside nurse was my mom, but she lived a thousand miles away. And as a 20-something guy, I had zero interest in my mommy helping me with… um, basic biological functions. Hell no. I’d rather eat broken glass.

Garrett and Ellie had invited me for dinner that night, and I was bemoaning how badly that was going to suck. Garrett let me bitch and moan, for a bit while he was preparing the meat. After I had talked myself out, he offered up simply, “Well, Blake… I could stay with you.”

“Wait, what?”

“No, seriously. I could stay with you. You said you were going to schedule things over spring break, right? Ellie and I aren’t going anywhere. I’ll bring the readings I need to catch up on, the essays I need to grade, and camp out with you.”

“Dude, no. No! Didn’t you hear me? Jesus, you’d be like… seeing me. You know, like all of me.”

“Settle down, I see your micro-dick at the gym all the time. I’m hardly frightened.”

I punched him in the arm. “There’s more to it than that. Shit, you’d be like helping me go to the bathroom! And bathing! And… everything! God, I could never ask that of you. Of anyone!”

“No, seriously. I’ve done team sport since I was a kid, and seen and helped all kinds of injuries. All kinds of personal injuries. I can do this.”

I was absolutely flabbergasted. “But… why would you? Like I said, I could never ask someone…”

Garrett abruptly put down the knife. “It’s the least I could do.” He looked at me sharply, and then looked down before continuing. “The very least. You… you… I don’t think you realize it, but you pretty much saved my life back when we started. I’ve never really gone into it, but that first semester about ripped me apart. I never felt so… useless. So stupid. So out of my depth. After that first day of second semester, I was pretty much ready to throw everything away and turn tail. After that crazy-ass seminar, I had it. But as we were leaving, we just… clicked. That was the first time someone here treated me like a person. You made me feel like I could make it. That I belonged here. And Hell, you made me want to fight for Ellie, too. You… brought me back. And you’ve done it every day since.” He looked up at me, and his eyes were glistening. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Will you will let me, in some small way, do something to pay you back? You saved my life.”

I didn’t know what to say. It was so hard seeing myself through someone else’s eyes. To know something I did so casually had such an impact on someone, causing ripples that kept going. 

And I realized that his friendship had been as much an anchor for me as mine had been for him.

Damn. I think I was welling up myself. I had no response, and no voice to make it. I just reached over and grabbed his shoulder. Just standing there. Together.

Ellie came in at that moment, looked at us and rolled her eyes. “Lord save me. I leave the room for 2 minutes and all the men-folk are cryin’ and huggin’… why don’t you set the table, Blake, and make yourself useful for once? Honestly!”

The surgery came and went, and I was incredibly grateful to have Garrett on my side. He was there to pick me up post-op, as the nurses poured me into his car. He was somehow able to get me into my bed, went through the checklist of things, and quietly set himself up to camp out in my living room.

The first night absolutely sucked. I was wildly disoriented, drugged up to high hell, and in serious pain. Garrett essentially stripped me naked and had me wrapped in a light robe, the easier for me to manage biological functions as they started to return, and to check on the four incisions on my abdomen. That first night he was kind enough to hold a portable urinal—essentially a strangely shaped, glorified water bottle—to my dick so I could relieve myself, which was probably the most humiliating thing I’d ever done. But it saved me from the hassle of trying to get me to the bathroom. Garrett discretely looked away, like he wasn’t even there, but did everything with military precision. And without making me feel like a total, fucking loser. No ball-busting, no snark. Just much-needed assistance.

God, I was lucky to have him.

Fortunately, I was in pretty good health otherwise, and quickly recovered. Still, I was nowhere near fully myself again, and the pain meds continued to throw me for a loop. But over the next few days, in addition to soreness, I was battling boredom and a fair amount of cabin fever. Garrett was a trouper, putting up with my foul mood.

Finally, Thursday night, I kinda snapped. Looking over at him, I growled out, “Dude. I’m going out of my mind here! I love you, man, for taking care of me… but Goddamn, I kinda wish you’d give me like five minutes of privacy so I could rub one out and take the edge off. It’s been too long as it is!”

He gave me a level look and shot back, “Don’t bitch at me, man. Just do it! We’re all guys here….”

“Very funny. I’ve already made a spectacle out of myself, thank you very much. I’m not gonna whip it out.”

“Geez man, it’s not like I haven’t seen your pencil dick a hundred times already at the gym.”

I glowered at him. “That’s different. Besides, being left with nothing but my right hand is just another reminder about how badly my love life sucks. You don’t have to resort to jerking off—you’ve got an actual woman to give you all the help you need.”

Garrett exasperatedly closed the book he was reading and turned towards me. “Oh please. Do you think there is a married man, anywhere, whose wife is giving them everything they need? Trust me, I switch over to ’single player’ all the time.”

“Aw geez, man… seriously? Ellie let’s you jerk off by yourself?”

Garrett guffawed. “No sir—Ellie thinks beating your meat is a form of cheating! The one time she nearly caught me, there was hell to pay. I have to go deep undercover to pull it off.”

I looked at him for a second, before we both exploded in laughter. Me laughing so hard I think I re-opened my incisions. “What is the deal with that?” I asked in wonderment. “Why do women get so bent out of shape about guys jerking themselves off? Taking it personally? And God forbid you be watching porn while going at it… that makes you worse than Hitler!”

Garrett continued snickering. “I’m sure I have no idea!”

I went in in a righteous huff. “I mean, it doesn’t mean anything! We don’t do it for any great important reason, we just do it because we can. Can’t get the morning started? Rub one out. Bored at home? Rub one out. Can’t fall asleep? Rub one out. It’s just… relieving pressure. A distraction. A few minutes of feeling good. And girls make up this whole story in their minds that we’re not satisfied with them, or we’re sex obsessed perverts!”

“And really, sometimes it’s just… faster,” Garrett jumped in. “I love sex. I love sex with my wife. Sex is the gold standard. But sometimes, you’re just too tired or don’t have the energy. You don’t want the half hour of convincin’, with the next half hour of preliminaries, followed by a half hour of cardio. We just need a quick release. We don’t always have time for the whole banquet; sometimes, we just need a bag of Cheetos to tide us over!”

I was howling in laughter all over again. “Gar, I think you’re the first man in history who compared jerking off to a bag of Cheetos.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Not a bit!” I thought about it for a minute. “You’re right about the quick release. I mean, jerking off doesn’t feel… bad… but you only really do it for the release. It’s all about the ending.”

Garrett considered my words, and went on. “Yeah, now that you say it… it’s the total opposite of a blowjob. If jerking off is all about the ending, getting blown is all about the process. Really feelin’ it. Especially for me… I don’t think I’ve ever actually finished up just from getting blown.”

“Huh. Yeah, well… I think part of the problem is women just don’t understand the glory that is a good blowjob. They totally don’t know what to do, and too often don’t even care. Sorry that it doesn’t work for you and Ellie.”

Garrett scoffed, harshly. “Normally I’d demand satisfaction from any man talking about my wife that way… but it’s not an issue. Ellie flat out refuses to ever, ever blow me. She says it’s degrading and that if I ever pressure her, I’m getting a knee in my nether parts. And trust me… she’d do it.”

“Damn, man… I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, well… I’ve resigned myself to never getting a blowjob again. But I can’t complain too much, generally things are pretty good between us. It’s just, sometimes I get… wistful.”

“So, I guess that’s back where we started… beating our meat is our only recourse. Damn.” Somewhat absently, I reached down and cupped myself… still naked under my light cotton robe. I savored the sensations, but realized what I was doing and pulled my hand back. Embarrassed. I looked at Garrett, and he was watching me with… interest.

We looked at each other in silence for a while, until he tentatively broke the ice. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you were free to let loose. I’ve been feeling the urge myself for a while, with no way to relieve the pressure. Maybe if we do it in front of each other, it won’t count. Just guys being guys, doing what guys do.”

I was stunned speechless. My Southern Gentleman, suggesting something… untoward. Seriously? I… have to admit. It wasn’t just the usual… pressure I was feeling. His suggestion, was… intriguing. Doing with another guy around? It was like… taboo. My sex life since moving out here had been essentially pathetic. But Garrett was offering something… dangerous. Fucking exciting. I mean, two grown men jerking off in front of each other? I was, I admit, more than a little curious. And more than a little bit eager.

“Gar, are you shitting me…?” I asked cautiously. Lightly enough that I could still back down and laugh it off if he was just kidding me.

“Naw, I’m not pulling your leg. In fact…” he got this conspiratorial look in his eye, “I’m hoping my unmarried buddy might just happen to have some good ol’ fashioned porn at his disposal. I haven’t been able to indulge since getting married.”

I looked at him, saw the reflection of my excitement in his eyes and realized my dick was starting to swell. “Go into my bedroom. That drawer in the nightstand is where I keep my stash of videos. Pick us out something good.”

He got a big grin on his face, and I could see him actually start to flush. “There’s a good man!” He bolted into my bedroom, and came back in a few minutes with a video. His pants had a noticeable bulge, which was leading the way. He helped me onto the couch, loaded things up, and walked back over to me.

There was an awkward pause, where we looked at each other in silence. My heart was racing. “We gonna do this…?” I said thickly.

Garrett held my eyes for a second. I could see the lust creeping in. Soon his look was a leer. “Yeah.” He sat down next to me, and looked over at me. I had opened my robe, leaving myself essentially naked. Hairy in exactly the way a man should be hairy, except for the places I had been shaved for surgery. Garrett looked at me with… interest. Openly… staring. And I was loving the idea of another guy checking me out.

“Yessir, I think we’re going to have some fun,” he murmured in a husky voice. But then something occurred to him. He stood up and started peeling off all his clothes, too. Buck naked. Making us equal.

It was… odd watching him strip down. It made me feel… I don’t quite know. Excited. It was so strange. I had seen him take off his clothes a million times when we were at the gym. But there, it was all business. This was… shit, he had like this look in his eye. Like it was… charged. Sexual. The confidence of a man in full rut knowing he was going to get lucky. I was… feeling it. Shit. Really feeling it. It was exciting. Dangerous. We were really going to do it.

His shirt came off first, revealing his chest. It was almost disorienting, as usually with that kind of striptease I was used to seeing tits. Instead, it was hard muscles. Taut. And hairy. Not like a gorilla, but a splash of fur across his pecs and down his breastbone. Short and curly. Around his nipples. Down his abs to his crotch. It was….

Shit.

I mean, I’m a straight guy. I like a smooth chest. I like tits. But Garrett was… shit. I don’t know what to say. It was fucking hot. He was fucking hot. Masculine. Like a fucking MAN.

Like a fucking man.

I guess I was staring. Garrett looked at me and… almost blushed. “What, man…? Is this… too weird…?”

“NO! I mean… no. It’s just… I… just…” my mind started racing, not sure what I should say. Not even sure what I was thinking. “I guess I’ve always admired you. Your look. You’re fucking incredible…  Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve said way too much.”

“Me, what are you talking about? You’re so… perfect. The hottest sonofabitch I’ve ever met. The perfect man. Shit. Now I’ve said too much.” He looked down, then back up at me, straight in the eye. “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve always been intimidated by you. I mean, you are exactly what a man should look like. No show muscles… you’re real. And I love that you have some honest-to-gosh hair. I’ve never understood why guys are trying to look smooth. You are… perfect.”

I felt… I don’t know how I felt. Like… proud. Flush. Alive. I couldn’t believe this super-hot guy had been admiring… me. Thinking in any way I was a match for him and his perfect body. I was… feeling… something in my belly. And my pulse.

Shit. Things were… moving… fast.

And then he said simply, “I guess it’s time to shit or get off the pot.” And with quick strokes, he dropped his pants and Jockeys, and stood there in his fully glory. His dick was surrounded by a full man-bush, and anchored by a pair of hairy balls. He was at about half-staff, and I guessed he was going to be at least 7-8 inches when fully hard. Longer than me, but I was considerably thicker.

Fuck. My throat suddenly was dry. Fucking raw. Fucking masculine. Raw male power. Unabashed.

One curiosity. Garrett disentangled his undershirt, and carefully placed it over my hairy chest. He gave me a half-smile, and said “I can’t have you splashing on your fresh stiches now, can I?” Shit. The fleeting touch of him as he did so… really… got to me….

And with that he sat down and fired up the video.

Fuck I was horny. Hornier than I could ever remember being. Hands-trembling-horny. I knew instinctively what to do… guys by this stage of our lives have figured out exactly what we like and are ruthless in delivering it. I started working myself. Feeling fucking great. Feeling the pressure of my hands. The easy friction. And Garrett did the same.

The room was crackling with electricity. Forbidden excitement. Having a guy start jacking himself next to me, as I started working my own meat? It was crazy. My heart was racing. More exciting than anything I’d done in a long time. And… maybe this is true of all guys, everywhere, but it was such a rush seeing another guy getting pleasured. I mean, that’s why we like porn, right? I mean, we want to see a woman’s parts, but watching a guy get off helps get us off. Like we can imagine what it’s like.

So being able to see my bud work his dick was… really getting to me. I found myself sneaking glances at him fisting his cock. Watching. Excited. Feeling his energy. Feeling his rush, and having it feed mine. I quick looked at his face, and I swear I saw him checking me out too, fleetingly. Fuck that was hot. Knowing he… he… was getting off on me the same way I was getting off on him. Male bonding at its finest.

I watched more. Fascinated about how he rolled his fist, torquing, twisting, enhancing. Knowing how to work himself better than anyone else. He reached down and started massaging his balls. I followed his lead. Fuck. I loved ball play, and women always got it wrong. Maybe only guys knew just how much pressure to place…

Garrett moaned, softly, and my cock spasmed in response. It was fucking real. My looks over to him were getting longer. Less hidden. I looked up, and he was watching me. Openly. He looked up and our eyes locked. No embarrassment. No snark. Just heat. Fucking heat. And a connection.

We were openly staring at each other. Looking. Seeing. The fucking porno went away. Watching each other, mirroring each other. Garrett started tickling himself under his balls, making a low rumbling growl. My growl was louder. I ran my thumb around my cockhead, smearing my precum around. He all but whimpered. My whole body was on fire. Horniness unleased. The slow seductive dance had gotten to me and I needed to release. I started beating, hard. Fast. He joined me. Somewhere inside, I was surprised at how violent jerking off can be. My need building… building….

But then with a frustrated grunt I had to disengage. I was still loopy from the pain meds, and the headrush was staggering me. Worse, I couldn’t keep up with the rough arm movements, as I was still in a lot of pain and not really able to move freely. I spat out my irritation, furious that I couldn’t seal the deal, and sat there panting, ridiculous. With my still-hard dick twitching and in as much need for release as I was.

Garrett was watching me closely, and realized what was happening. And to my complete, total shock…

…he leaned forward and gripped my dick with his right hand.

It was like an electric jolt ripped through me. Pleasure, extreme pleasure, followed by extreme need, and a flash of embarrassment. “Gar… what… what are you doing…?” I gasped out.

“I promised to help you. I can’t leave a guy in this condition… so I’m helping you.”

“I….”

“Just hush up, now.” He went to work. I can’t describe the incredible feelings coursing through me. Holy shit. Women had felt me up before, and occasionally given me a handjob on the way to something better… but… Jesus. What a difference having a guy do this made. He knew what to do. Knew the fundamentals of pressure and glide to make me… feel goooooooood.

Then… he fucking spat into his hand, and really got to work. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. Laying back, my eyes rolling in my head. Swept along in a river of sensation. God. Oh my God. I don’t know if it was the drugs, the fact that it had been so long, or just the forbidden excitement of doing this with another guy, but I was hard enough to punch through steel and more alive than I had felt in like years.

Soon, the sensations overwhelmed me. I started off in pumped staccato grunts, my whole body tensed up, and with a shrieking howl I blew a massive load all over everything. Dousing Garrett. Spraying my face. I was still coming down when I realized that Garrett had scooped up my cum in his hand and started furiously pounding his meat with it. Wildly. With fucking fire in his eye. My cum slicking him up. He turned towards me, and I was shocked when he threw back his head and loudly blasted his own load all over me. Drenching my protective T-shirt, and again spraying my face.

Shocked. I was shocked. And fucking hotter than fuck. I ran my tongue across my mouth, tasting our cum… mine? His? I had no idea. Just tasting it.

More taboos broken.

We just looked at each other. Oblivious to the fake squeals of the porno still running on the TV.

Well, that was it. The last few days that Garrett stayed with me, we jerked off together every chance we could. Obsessively. Waking up in the morning. After lunch. Before dinner. As we got ready to sleep. As much as my body could recover. And quickly, we realized we didn’t even need to put a porno in to get us started. We’d start together, and then he took over and beat my meat for me. He was a fucking master, knowing things that only another guy could know. And… he… shit, it sounds weird to say, but he could fucking read me like a book. He tried shit, changed shit up, and when he got the reaction he was looking for, he fucking went for it. God, he did something with his fingers juuust on the underside of my cockhead that still gets me instantly hard the second I think about it. I never knew a handjob could be so fucking incredible… or… shit… so intimate. It wasn’t… tender by any stretch of the imagination, but…. I guess I never really thought that guys could be so… good… with each other.

I wanted to return the favor. Do for him what he was so amazingly doing for me. And by the end, I was reaching over to him and would stroke him as he jerked me, fondling his balls. It was the least I could do. I wanted to do more, but being he always sat to the left of me (we’re both right-handed), and any attempt at torqued movement brought searing pain, that was all I could manage.

When Garrett packed up at the end of the week, we didn’t say anything whatsoever. I thanked him, profusely, for his help, but was deliberately vague about which help I was referring to. In part, because I could barely wrap my head around it. We had been so… casual about it. Jumping in like it was no big thing. Expected. And at the time, we rushed in so fast and so completely that there wasn’t really any time to think about it.

But… c’mon. My best bud and I were jerking each other off. Guys. Guys jerking each other off. That was all kinds of wrong, especially since he was a married man. What the fuck was wrong with me? Wrong with us?

But holy shit was that fucking amazing!

We never spoke of it, never even hinted at anything that had happened. But there was no way I could get it out of my mind. I… shit, it’s weird to say it, but he had awoken a real curiosity inside me. That that forbidden fun had been fucking awesome, and nothing bad resulted in it. We didn’t go blind, he and his wife seemed to be strong as ever, and our friendship kept going merrily along.

The curiosity continued. I was curious about…. Damn. I’ll just say it. I was curious about him. It had been so surprising being with a guy. Touching another guy. I had never had an opportunity like that before, and unless something really bizarre happened, I probably wouldn’t have such an opportunity ever again. Having a guy openly do stuff with me, rather than threatening to kick my ass, like most of my other buddies would do. I found myself thinking more and more about Garrett as I jerked off after that. Unable to forget the incredible sensation of his hand around my dick. Wanting to feel his. And there was that… closeness. That trust. Beyond anything I’d ever shared with a guy before. Blowing away all my preconceived notions about how guys acted around guys.

And that made me think: what else were we missing?

Shit, was I really thinking that? About what else we were missing out on?

…Yeah. I think I was.

Curiosity kept eating at me for the rest of the term. Curiosity and horniness. Garrett, Ellie and I all went back to normal. Which was on the one hand, great. But the more I thought of it, the more I realized that the longer we stayed at “normal,” the less likely anything was to ever happen again. This might be the last chance to explore. Also, I had already planned on being gone over the summer; I had secured a sweet 12-week fellowship half-way across the country. I was pretty sure that by the time I got back, the door Garrett and I had cracked open would be closed for good.

And so I hatched a plan. By the term’s end, I was good as new and fully recovered. I waited until we were all done with everything for the summer, and things were more relaxed. At that point, I reached out to Garrett and made him an offer: for his excellent care while I was down, I offered to cook him a ribeye steak dinner on the grill with a ridiculously expensive bottle of bourbon. Usually, Ellie and Garrett always came as a matched set. But I correctly suspected that Ellie would not feel the need to tag along, and was stoked to find that she had scheduled a girls’ night with her friends to give us some guy time.

I lit candles to several different gods in gratitude.

The day came. Garrett knocked at my door, looking great in a T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, as we were just on the cusp of summer. I was nervous as fuck, but we went into the evening easily. They way best friends do. I can grill a decent steak, and with some potatoes and veggies, we had a feast. The air was warm, and the bourbon smooth. Unforced conversation, so easy we didn’t need to fill the pauses. On my couch, two guys in our prime. Feeling an incredible closeness. We were fucking kings. Seeing him like that… it… my heart kinda was glowing. Mostly from excitement, but there was something else wrapped up in there, too. Something deeper.

Finally, I looked over at him and took one big gulp of liquid courage. “Hey Gar, I just wanted to say thanks again for everything while I was laid up. I’d have never managed without you, and you went above and beyond. That was seriously Blood Brother territory, and I just… wanted to say how much it meant to me.”

He flashed me a half-smile. “It was the least I could do. You had my back, and I was happy to give back. It’s a small part of what I owe you.” No snark, no smartassery to break the mood, just… warmth. My heart sang.

“So. Do you… trust me?”

Garrett gave me an appraising, if somewhat confused look. “You know I do brother. What’s up…?

“Well. You provided more than medical care. You provided a special service, that I was unable to repay at the time.” I got up, and smoothly kneeled between his legs. There was a flicker in his eye… barely perceptible. “But I owe you for that, too. I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And now it’s time to pay up.”

I reached up, and started massaging his crotch.

I don’t know if I can describe the look that swirled around his face.

Considering.

Remembering.

Deciding.

An unmistakably male leer slid across his face. “You don’t owe me nothin’… but… buddy, I ain’t gonna stop you.”

Fuck yeah.

Garrett was watching me with intense curiosity. I gave him a smug smile, and looked back down. I could feel his dick starting to rise and flex against my hand, wanting to be free. Without another word, I undid the button to his shorts, unzipped his fly, and rubbed him harder against the light cotton fabric of his Jockeys. He let out an appreciative sound. He made no move whatsoever to block me.

Enough preliminaries. If I thought too much about this, I was afraid I’d chicken out. This was my one shot. I pulled down his underwear, and his rock-hard cock slapped against his body.

Fuck.

I had seen him hard, and awkwardly jacked him, sure, but this was altogether different. For one, I was close enough that I get hit with the scent of his musk. Completely different from a woman’s snatch. It was… fucking masculine. Raw, primal. Connecting with my body on an ocean’s-deep level. My heart started pounding as my brain whirled. Fuck. He smelled like sex.

I steeled myself, wet my lips, and moved in. If anything, I’m sure he thought I was going to repay him with a handjob of my own. I had been thinking of something else. Obsessing with it, really…. You see, my buddy thought he’d never get another blowjob.

And I was going to give him the best fucking blowjob a bud could give.

I locked on his cockhead with my mouth. Garrett’s whole body jerked and he barked out a gasp.

God, his dick was amazing. Harder, and yet softer than I thought it would be. Fucking real. I had no experience with an actual dick in my mouth, but I knew what I had always hoped and prayed someone would do to me, and bet he’d be in the same boat. I started working the head with my tongue, running in thick circles around the rim, teasing him. Flicking his piss slit, just to keep his attention. He let out an obscene moan, more real than any porn star could make.

And it fucking fired me up.

I fucking sucked him down, down his shaft. Deep. As deep as could. I gagged and pulled back, but fucking tried again. Swallowing down. Deep. Garrett writhed underneath me, letting loose some unholy sounds, not even able to make human speech. He didn’t need to give me direction; I’m a guy. I instinctively knew what to do.

I fucking went after him. Fast and hard. Actual suction, unlike when a woman just kinda bobs weakly. I fucking took him and made his dick mine. His hands were all over me. Gripping, massaging my scalp, fingers through my short hair. His other on my shoulder. Not guiding me, not needing to. Just alive with the touch. With a free hand I roughly pulled his shorts and underwear down, laying his whole crotch open. I was mouth fucking him, fast up and down the head. There was a new taste—slick and almost sweet. He must have been leaking precum.

I licked down his shaft, all the way to the base. His balls. His fucking hairy balls. His scent was strongest here, and it was like blowing up my brain. I went after them. Hard. Mouthing them. Sucking them. One, then the other. Forcefully. Matting his hairy balls with my spit. Tasting him. My nose pressed into his bush, breathing him in. Sucking hard. As hard as I dared. Garrett was fucking growling like a jungle cat.

I moved up his shaft, sideways. Moving my mouth up the entire length. Taking him my mouth again. Teasing him. Working him. And then letting him fucking have it. Mouth fucking him. Jerking him in time with my mouth. Giving him something he’d never gotten before. Giving him something no woman could. Fast. Furious. He tore his shirt over his head, I swept up my free hand, gripping his hairy nipple. Hard. He didn’t know what to do with himself. His hands all over me. Roaring. My heart racing.

He hit critical mass. I could feel every muscle tense. See his balls rear up. Hear his hoarse cries sharpen and rise. Garrett nearly lifting himself off my couch. Finally, he shouted out a desperate warning, “Holy shit, I’M GONNA CUM!”….

…and BAM! The man started spewing cum like a fucking water cannon. Flooding my mouth. I realized I had no idea what to do. A moment of panic as for a minute it felt like I was drowning. I desperately started to swallow, but there was no way I could keep up. I ultimately let loose a gagging cough, splattering his seed all over.

Finally it subsided. I realized he was gripping my shoulder so lightly it ached. I looked down, seeing the spray of cum on his crotch. Oozing down his balls. Cum. It had tasted… weird. Salty, like thick sea water. Maybe nutty.

I went down on him again, gentler, knowing he was going to be sensitive to my touch. I let the wet softness of my tongue bring him back. Slurping up his spunk. Garrett’s bellows had softened somewhat, becoming more a lingering moan. His legs flexing toward each other with me between them. I worked the head until I could feel him squirm, then pulled back and started working the shaft. Tasting his cum. Swallowing it all down. Giving him the full experience. Amazingly, he really didn’t go all that soft. I still had his undivided attention.

As he never really pushed me off, never really said anything to end things, I kept going. I think it took him a little off guard. No woman, certainly not his wife, would have done so much for him. No woman, certainly not his wife, would so cheerfully kept going. Making him feel good. I went lower again, and buried my face in his hairy balls, working them over all over again. His musky scent of sex filling my nose. Somewhere above me I heard him growl out an appreciative, “Fuuuuuuuuck!”

He was still completely turned on. On sexual high alert. And… it dawned on me that… I was too.

This was so weird. I hadn’t even touched my dick, hadn’t gotten any kind of attention in any way… and I was hard as fucking steel, and horny as fuck. Really feeling his sexual joy. Really feeling the power of giving a guy something like that. Not even thinking about having him return the favor. That feeling of accomplishment.

And, God help me… that feeling of sexual excitement. It was everything. The closeness of us. The smell. The taste. The sound. The feel.

I mouthed all around his crotch, slurping up his cumsplatter. And he groaned like a bitch in heat. His hands in my hair. I went back to his cockhead, and started going after him again. Fast and furious. Holy shit—he was hard as fuck, like he hadn’t just blasted a major load. Hotter than fuck. Both of us were.

And that was it. Curiosity, hunger, and a half-dozen things came together in my mind. I realized what I had to do. My one shot at something I’d never let myself think about.

Silently, while still working his dick over with my mouth, I pulled off my lounge shots. I pulled back off his cock just long enough to hack up some phlegm, spit in onto my fingers, and smeared them around my bunghole. And without a word, I slid up over his lap, and lined us up. Dick to ass.

Garrett’s head had been lolling wildly as I worked him, but he now went stock straight, snapping his head to look at me with animal intensity. He didn’t quite believe. Was afraid to believe. But was desperate to believe. I rocked back and forth over his dick. Letting it find me by feeling alone. Feeling his head at my chute. Swirling in an obscene hula dance, letting it pull my pucker open.

And then I fucking pushed down… and let his cockhead rip me open.

Our heads flew back in unison. He gasped in astonishment. I shouted in pain. I pulled off and retried. I little easier. Tried again. A little easier. Below me, Garrett was fucking writhing. I could feel him reaching up with his entire being trying to ram his dick home. Finally I bit down, and pushed. POP! His head inside me. And we both roared.

“Wait, man,” I growled out. You’re fucking huge. Gimme a minute!”

“Oh God, oh God… oh GOD! I’m inside you! I’m FUCKING INSIDE YOU!”

“Wait man. Work with me.” I waited. Waited. Better. I rolled my hips in circles. Better. Rocked slightly. The motion was working. Feeling better. Barely. But better. I was starting to think I could go through with it. I started more of an up and down motion. Mini-fucking. Up and down, each stroke getting more and more of him inside me. Yeah, definitely better now. Still an icy pain, but workable. I was telling myself to just breathe. Breathe. Little motion. Little…

…hooooooo GOD! GODGODGOD!

Something! His dick hit something inside me. And I fucking turned ON. It was like sparks as I swung a sword against a rock. Sparks. SPARKS THAT DIDN’T GO OUT BUT KEPT BURNING. Suddenly my body was starting to… fucking boil. That icy pain was suddenly wrapped around fiery heat. Raw. Fucking Raw. I started desperately bouncing, hitting that spot again and again. Each time the fire burned hotter. HOTTER. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Garrett sensed the change, sensed… something.  Suddenly he was gripping me so hard I though his fingernails would draw blood. Looking at me with fire to match my own. Fire that would have terrified a woman.

It just made me hotter.

No more pussyfooting. I started fucking slamming my ass on his cock. The fire exploded in my mind. Slamming. Needing more. I could feel every vein in his cock as it slid inside me. Fucking FEEL his cockhead rip through me. My mind exploding. Holy fuck, it was like NOTHING I HAD EVER EXPERIENCED. Slamming. Slamming down, until I realized I could feel his crotch hair kissing my overstuffed hole. Full. Full of man-dick. Feeling hotter than I had ever felt in my life.

And I fucking FUCKED him.

There was no technique. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I was on fire, and needed more. FUCKING MORE. I was fucking roaring, my throat feeling like I was tearing it apart. MORE. FUCKING. Slamming wildly. Desperate. It was like all the sparks inside me exploded into fireworks, that never went out but kept exploding. Raw. The reptile part of my brain screaming with unholy life. All my pent-up feelings of frustration, feelings of loneliness, the endless grind of a competitive program burning in a bonfire of out-of-control sexual passion. A bonfire set by Garrett’s fucking cock inside me. Slamming. Absolute release of everything. Slamming. Freedom. True Freedom. Slamming. Jesus fucking Christ… it was like I was nearly cumming. But it kept going. Kept building. CUMMING.

And then… way, way too fast… I realized I actually was cumming. Not even touching my dick. The fire inside me went nuclear. Rushing in my ears. My vision pure white. And my cock exploded the biggest load of my life all over us. Drenching us. Baptizing us into a new world of raw, unbroken masculinity. My screams could have blasted the paint from the walls.

I… don’t know what really happened… I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even see straight. But I felt myself being slammed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. Still on the couch. My legs flexed and splayed to either side of Garrett’s hips, his dick still balls deep in me… and then he fucking unleashed on me. Thank God I was still riding that orgasmic high, or I don’t know if I could have taken it. He fucking started to piledrive me as if he was raping his worst enemy. The fire inside me roaring non-stop. My skin feeling like lightning was dancing across it. Garrett’s face, scrunched up in bestial wrath, his sweat raining down on me.

I had never been so fucking turned on in my entire life.

Raw, roaring fucking to shatter the fucking world. I can’t even guess how long. And then, his movements went wild. Desperate. His face contorted wildly. Making sounds like a Grizzley Bear in heat. His head slammed against me, and I could feel his teeth sink into my shoulder. And I swear I could feel his dick rear up inside me as he blew again. It was too much. The experience exploded my mind, and I realized that I was fucking cumming with him. Again.

I was spent. My body feeling like it had been turned inside out. I lay there, trying to get my bearings, trying to get my head around what happened. Wildly disoriented. But… holy fuck. I can tell you right there, right then, that I had never felt so alive in my entire fucking life. I realized I was unconsciously jerking myself, even though I had just shot two wads, unable to let that feeling go.

Then, it suddenly occurred to me that Garrett was on the phone. I slid back to reality, and somehow made out his words: “Hi babe, it’s me. No, good, good… it’s all fine. How’s your ladies’ night in?  Yeah? Yeah. Yeah. Ha! Hoo boy. Well, no… I just wanted to call and say Blake pulled out a very fine bottle of bourbon, and it’s gone so smoothly it’s like I’ve been skating on velvet. Way too easy. Uh-huh. Yeah, I think there’s no way I’m good to drive… I’m fixin’ to crash here tonight. That OK? Yeah. Yeah… sure. Ok. Say hi to everyone, and I’ll see you in the morning. Love ya!”

With that he turned back to me. The fucker was rock hard again. “Alright, so where were we…?”

The rest of the night was unbelievable. He fucked me raw, louder, harder, more ferociously than I would have thought possible. And I was throwing back at him just as hard. It was… like nothing I’d ever experienced. Didn’t stop to think, barely stopped to breathe, just the most primal, the most physical, the most fucking wild sex either of us had ever had in our lives. All instinct. All hunger. Pushing boundaries we didn’t know we had.

But in the end… I think we crossed a different boundary. It was that last time, sometime between night and morning, when much of the raw fire and desperation had been burned away, and we just were… living it. Letting everything wash over us.

I was on my belly, and Garrett was on top of me. Balls deep in my guts. His thrusts slower, but somehow more raw. With the intensity that only another man could bring. I could… feel… his hairy chest against me. The friction of his wiry hair against me. Against my sweaty back. Our shared sweat. His one arm wrapped around underneath me, working my hairy nipple. The other rubbing up and down my own arm stretched out in front of me. The feel of his stubble shredding my cheek… him moving slightly, so our scruffy jaws grated against each other. That burning. Against the wet suction as his dick churned inside me. I don’t know what it was, but I had this… euphoria. Like endless… connection. Raw, unfiltered feelings I couldn’t explain, let alone express. With him. My best friend. Sharing something so deep, so intensely masculine. Something no woman could ever understand. Emotions I never felt before washing all over me….

…I turned my face slightly. Meeting his. I don’t know what came over me. What I was thinking. But my lips came together and found his. Just a flicker. A brush. Then a second one. And another, and then… an honest kiss. Kiss.

Kiss.

In that moment, I felt more connected to a person than I had ever felt before. Like we had jumped off a cliff into the sea together. Lost forever in the churning surf. Like I finally knew True Intimacy.

But for all that, it was… like, intimacy without romance. That romance could never adequately describe it. I don’t know how else to explain things. Like our connection together was so deep, so endlessly deep and wide, that could never be limited to simple romance. Like we had found some secret, hidden version of ourselves that would outlast time. Together. A deeper connection than humanly possible. And when we finally came, it was like… nothing else in my life. Something that made me rethink everything I knew.

It was a moment of pure magic. Wrapped in the best sex of my life.

 *

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be repeated.

After that, I didn’t know what to say to Garrett… what I could possibly say. Hell, I didn’t know what to think. My head was still reeling from that night, knowing another guy brought me to a place I couldn’t describe. That a married guy brought me to a place I couldn’t describe.

And then only a week or so later, I flew across the country to start my summer fellowship. It went surprisingly well, and at the end they asked me to come on full-time, with a salary I couldn’t possibly say no to. I worked things out with the university and my new employers to finish up my degree remotely. The last time I went back there was to pack up everything for the move north.

That was a whirlwind trip, as I essentially had 48 hours to get everything into the cargo van I had rented. Garrett and Ellie both were absolute heroes, and I could never have pulled it off without their help. And… I didn’t feel like I deserved it. Like I was brushing aside something… missing something. Something that hadn’t even really come into focus before vanishing.

That last morning, they both swung by to make sure I had everything and to see me off. Garrett didn’t say a word as he loaded up the last of the boxes. When it was done, he just… hugged me. We stayed like that for a long, long time. Silent. Absolutely silent. His scent, slightly touched with fresh sweat, burned into my memory forever. While driving off, I saw through my rear-view mirror that he walked to the middle of the street, just watching… watching… until we couldn’t see each other anymore.

I cried most of the first hour of my drive.

That chapter of my life was over, and a new one started. Garrett and I stayed in touch, as much as young guys ever do. A few years later, when I found the perfect girl, he came up to be one of my groomsmen. It was a whirlwind week, and I barely got to talk to him alone before the wedding. But all those memories, all the feelings, and all that closeness instantly came back, like we had never been apart. But I was still missing something. Something I couldn’t explain. And had no right to expect.

But you know, it’s curious. He just called me the other day… he’s going to coming to my city for a conference in a few weeks. Staying at one of the big hotels downtown connected to the convention center.

…And I wonder….

 

The Theatre

The smell of sex and desperation hung heavy in the air as Luke stepped through the doors of the adult movie theatre. He had been coming here for months, drawn to the seedy underbelly of desire that thrived within its sticky walls and general sense of depravity, within its charm.

The darkness was overwhelming at first, flashes of white merging to grey then black, then green, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the dimly lit room. He made his way to the back, where a row of chairs faced a large porous screen, already licked with the images of naked men engaging in group fellatio.

Luke sat down and allowed the lust to wash over his young body. The sound of moaning and flesh slapping against flesh filled his ears, and he wanted it to fill more as he reached into his pants and began stroking himself. He came here to cum, to indulge in his most forbidden desires: men taking what they wanted from him.

He watched as a muscular man with a thick black beard pounded into a lithe twink on screen, his wide hips slamming against the boy’s ass with each thrust. Luke felt himself getting harder, unmanageably, his own cock straining against his pants.

As the scene played out, he could feel his body building towards a cum crescendo. He closed his eyes, imagining himself in the place of the young man on screen, taking the thick cock of his older lover with fear in his eyes.

Luke’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, tremors of pleasure coursing in his body as he came harder than he’d ever cum before. He opened his eyes, panting and sweaty, as he looked around the theatre.

The other patrons were lost in their own worlds of sexual pleasure, their hands working feverishly as they watched the on-screen action. But Luke was different. He wanted more. He craved the next level, whatever it was.

As he stood up to leave, he caught the eye of a stranger, who seemed to be beckoning him with a crooked finger. Luke’s heart raced as he made his way towards the man, eager to explore the shadows of the theatre.

Chapter 2

The Stranger

Luke followed the seductive stranger to the lobby, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The stranger was tall and muscular, with sharp eyes and a devilish grin.

He leaned in close to Luke’s ear and whispered, “I know what you want.” His hand reached down to stroke Luke’s crotch, making him moan and smile, his eyes darting around the lobby for anyone that might be watching them.

Luke couldn’t resist the temptation. He followed the stranger to a door marked “Private.” They entered a dark and dingy room, filled with the scent of sex and incense that made Luke high.

The stranger pressed Luke against the wall and kissed him deeply, his tongue probing Luke’s mouth with a hunger that matched his own. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, stripping away clothing and exposing skin. Shoes and pants first, then shirts.

Luke felt himself getting harder with each passing moment, his cock straining against his underwear. The stranger dropped to his knees, taking Luke’s cock in his mouth and sucking hard.

Luke moaned with pleasure, feeling his body build towards another mind-bending orgasm. But he wanted more. He needed more. He pulled the stranger up and whispered in his ear, “I want more.”

The stranger grinned wickedly, walked to the other side of the room. He pulled aside a curtain revealing a pulsating and throbbing portal, swirling with darkness and desire.

Luke felt a surge of excitement and fear, unsure of what awaited him on the other side. He pulled up his underwear and he took the stranger’s hand, leading him towards the portal, the boundaries of their bodies and auras blurring together at times, warped by the portal’s energy.

As they stepped through the portal, Luke felt himself being pulled into a dark and twisted realm. The air was thick with the scent of sulphur and decay, and demonic creatures lurked in the shadows.

But Luke wasn’t afraid. He was consumed with desire, with a hunger that burned deep within him. The stranger led him deeper into the realm, towards a looming and ominous temple made of ash.

As they approached the temple, Luke could hear the sound of moans and screams emanating from within its dark core. He felt himself getting hard, his cock straining against his underwear like a rock in his shoe.

The stranger pushed open the door, revealing a scene of carnal and twisted pleasure. Demonic creatures fucking eachother in a circuit of anal and penile pleasure, their bodies contorted and twisted in ecstasy, their cocks monstrously large.

Luke felt himself being drawn towards the centre of the room, where a group of powerful demons lay waiting for them. The naked stranger pushed him forward, urging him to join in the debauchery.

Luke was lost in the moment, consumed by the primal and forbidden desire that burned within him. He started sucking a blue demon’s cock that forced itself down his throat like it was magnetised. His eyes filled with tears and he couldn’t see what was violating him from behind him, his body wracked with pleasure and pain.

As he lost himself in the moment, a dark and ominous presence loomed on the horizon. Luke could feel his body trembling with anticipation and fear.

Chapter 3

The Demons’ Lair

Luke lost count of the dicks and loads that hit his throat. His mind was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

As he writhed and moaned with ecstasy, a group of powerful demons approached him. They were taller and more muscular than the others, their bodies rippling with dark energy.

One of the demons stepped forward, his massive cock throbbing with lust. He grabbed Luke by the hair and forced him to his knees, his eyes burning with a sinister hunger.

Luke felt a shiver run down his spine as the demon forced his massive cock into his mouth. He gagged and choked as the demon thrust deeper and deeper, his hips slamming against Luke’s face with a relentless force.

But even as he struggled to breathe, Luke felt his own cock growing harder and harder. He was consumed by a dark and primal desire, driven to fulfil these dark and fantastic fantasies.

As the demon pulled him to his feet, Luke felt his body being pushed towards a group of other demons. They were waiting with greedy eyes, eager to engage in their own twisted narratives.

One of the demons took Luke from behind, pounding into him with a savage intensity. Another demon pushed his cock into Luke’s mouth, forcing him to suck and swallow his hot demon seed.

Luke felt his body being stretched and filled in every possible way, his mind consumed by the overwhelming need for more. The demons ravaged him with an unrelenting force, their bodies contorting and twisting in a frenzy of pleasure and pain.

He felt the hot breath of a demon against his ear as it whispered filthy and depraved things to him, urging him to give in to the darkness and the desire that burned within him. Urging him to choose this forever.

The other demons joined in, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of his body. They engaged in all manner of explicit and depraved sexual acts, driven by an insatiable hunger and desire. Double penetration, tripple, until he had a fist up his ass and down his throat.

Chapter 4

The Temptation of Lust

Luke stumbled through the dark corridors of the demon’s lair, consumed by the fires of temptation and darkness. His body was still shaking from the intense sexual experience he had just shared with the demons, but his cock was still hard and unrelenting, frozen in need, dying to get off and off and off…

As he approached the chamber filled with flickering red light, Luke felt his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that he was about to be consumed by a wave of lust and pleasure that he could never have imagined before he followed the stranger to hell.

The bed in the center of the room was massive, surrounded by a group of muscular demons who were engaged in group fellatio and analingus. They beckoned to Luke with their seductive eyes, urging him to join in their dark frenzy.

He approached the bed, his eyes scanning the room and taking in every exquisite detail. He saw the demons’ hard cocks, dripping with precum, and the writhing bodies that surrounded him.

One of the demons grabbed Luke by the hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, his tongues probing deep into Luke’s mouth. Another demon pushed his massive cock into Luke’s ass, filling him to the hilt with a single thrust, lubed up with their demonic drool.

Luke moaned with pleasure as the demons ravaged him, their bodies contorting and twisting in an orgy of primal priapism. They fucked him relentlessly, their massive cocks slamming into his body with a force that made him cry out in ecstasy and pain.

He felt his own cock growing harder and harder, aching with need. He reached out and grabbed one of the demons’ hard cocks, stroking it with an eager hunger, drooling and babbling and growling as he did.

The demons continued to pound into him, driving him to new heights of pleasure and pain. Luke was lost in a swirling vortex of lust and desire, consumed by the demonic realm and the twisted pleasures that it offered.

Luke knew that he was playing a dangerous game, that the demons were leading him down a path of destruction. But he couldn’t resist the pleasures that it offered. He was lost, and they found him.

Chapter 5

The Price of Pleasure

Luke lay on the massive bed, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of the intense sexual experience he had just shared with the demons. His cock was still hard and throbbing with desire, but his mind was consumed by a sense of guilt and fear.

He knew that he had been playing with fire, that the demonic realm was a dangerous and twisted place. He tried to resist the pull of their seductive voices, but his own desires were too strong.

As he lay there, lost in a pornographic montage of his twisted mind, Luke felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gasped for breath as he felt his body being consumed by a dark and ominous force.

The demons around him began to shift and twist, their bodies contorting in the dark energy. Luke felt himself being pulled into the vortex, consumed by a force that was incomprehensible.

He saw flashes of twisted and perverse sexual acts, scenes of violence and depravity that made his stomach turn. He knew that he was being punished for his sins, that the price of his pleasure was too high.

As the vortex began to slow, Luke felt his body being pulled back into the real world. He opened his eyes and saw that he was still on the bed, surrounded by the various demons.

But they were different now, their faces twisted into cruel and mocking grins, masks of comedy and tragedy. Everything was different now. Luke didn’t feel like himself, and he never would again.

He felt a deep sense of shame and guilt as the demons continued to taunt and tease him. They knew his darkest secrets, his most twisted desires. They had consumed him and twisted him, leaving him forever changed.

Luke knew that he would never be able to escape the demons and the price of his pleasure. He was consumed by a dark and ominous force, driven to new heights of pleasure and pain by the horrific appetites that awaited him.

Chapter 6 – The Final Confrontation

Luke had been changed by the demons, and he knew that he would never be able to escape his pleasure’s price.

But there was still one thing left for him to do. He had to confront the demon who had brought him into this world of darkness and temptation. The stranger.

He made his way through the labyrinth of corridors, his heart racing with fear and anticipation and he walked naked through the demons’ lair. He knew that this might be his final confrontation, that he would either escape with his soul, or go to hell.

As he approached the demon’s chamber, he saw that it was filled with flickering red lights. He heard the soft whispers of the demons around him, their seductive shadows urging him to give in to the temptation of lust. To be the devil’s goon and pleasure the god of cock for an infinity.

But Luke knew that he had to stay strong. He had to resist the pull of their shadows, and face the demon that took him to hell.

He stepped into the chamber and saw the stranger standing before him. He was massive and red, with eyes that glowed a sinister light. His massive cock hung between its legs, a symbol of power and dominance.

Luke felt a shiver run down his spine as he faced the demon. But he knew that he had to stay strong, that he had to resist the demon’s allure.

He lunged forward, his body a blur of motion as he struck the demon with all his might. The demon staggered back, its massive cock swinging wildly.

Luke continued to attack, driving the demon back with a relentless force. He felt a surge of power and energy as he fought, knowing that this was his chance to emerge victorious. 

He wasn’t sure where the energy was coming from until he felt part of himself disappear, or swap places with the newfound power, what was left of his essence slipping into another vortex. But Luke was too engaged to notice, his body shaking with the effort of his final attack.

And then it was over. The demon lay defeated before him, its massive cock flaccid and thick. Luke knew that he had emerged victorious, that he had overcome the demonic realm and the twisted desires that it offered.

Luke stood victorious, his body trembling from his effort. He knew that he would never be able to escape the demons and the price of his pleasure. But he had survived, and that was all that mattered. Though he was tempted to rape the demon’s corpse as a prize.

Chapter 7

The Aftermath

Luke emerged from the demon’s lair, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of the intense battle. He knew that he had been changed by the experience, that he was forever marked by the twisted desires that he had encountered.

He made his way back to the human world, his mind consumed by a sense of guilt and shame. He knew that he could never tell anyone about what had happened to him, that the demons and their twisted pleasures were a secret that he would carry to his grave, and eventually back to hell.

But even as he tried to forget, the memories of the demonic realm lingered in his mind. He saw a film festival of sex and horror, enough to drive a person absolutely mad.

He tried to distract himself with work and other activities, but he knew that the demons would always be a part of him. He was consumed by the fires of temptation and darkness, driven to an insanity of sexuality.

As time passed, Luke began to realise that he was not alone. He saw other men and women who had been consumed by the demonic realm, their bodies marked by the dark forces that had taken hold of them. And he knew they could see him too.

He knew that they were all victims of the demons, consumed by a force that they couldn’t begin to fathom. But even as he tried to help himself, he knew that the demons were always waiting, lurking in the shadows and tempting the unwary with their low chanting.

Luke would always be a part of the demonic realm. His soul was consumed by a force that he couldn’t escape. And he knew that he would never escape his demonic pleasure.

Kyle had recently developed a habit of peeping on his roommate, Andrew whenever he was having sex with random girls he brought from the club. Kyle was a virgin. He always imagined what it was like feeling pleasure with someone else. He admired how Andrew fucked his girls. Like a true alpha male as he was in pretty good shape, quite muscular and athletic as they come. 

So one day, Kyle decided to sneak into Andrew’s room which most of the time smelled like sex, sweaty clothes and everything in between. Going through his things, trying to find something to get him off, Kyle stumbled something quite surprising – Andrew’s stash of sex toys which he hid in his closet. Seemingly enticed, Kyle opens the plastic box in which he saw a variety of toys including a few dildos small, medium and large, anal beads, a chastity lock and other things Kyle wouldn’t had imagined Andrew was into. 

And so Kyle finally found his sexual outlet and decided to try one of the dildos as he picked out the medium sized one. He strokes the silicone as if it were a real dick before putting it in his mouth and sucking it. It wasn’t long before he removed his shorts and started fucking himself with it. 

“Well, well, well,” Andrew walked in.

“Oh shit,” says Kyle caught with his legs in the air.

“It wasn’t enough you were watching me now you had to come into my room huh?” says Andrew closing the door behind him.

Kyle was utterly speechless.

“I see you found my stash. Let me show you how to play with that you little virgin,” says Andrew smirking.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle moans as he laid back and watched Andrew push the silicone in and out of tight hole stroking Kyle’s dick in between.

After a while, Andrew pulls out a double ended dildo showing it Kyle.

“How about we both have some fun,” Andrew smirks before lubing up the dildo as the two guys were now facing each other sharing the silicone inside their asses.

“Fuck yeah,” Andrew moans as he felt the silicone getting pushed inside of him and vice versa.

The room was now filled with moans back and forth as the two boys fucked each other on both ends.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” Kyle moans as he had never felt so much pleasure in his life.

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Kyle is now on all fours getting ploughed by Andrew, a fantasy he had always imagined was now coming true. He felt the touch of Andrew’s massive hands grabbing a hold of his waist, his thighs smacking against his ass, the sounds of his deep groans and the sweat dripping on his back. Kyle was enjoying every single moment of it. 

“I wanna blow my load all over your face,” says Andrew stroking his now veiny cock as Kyle got on his knees with tongue out.

“Ah fuck!!” Andrew groans releasing jets of his thick cum all over Kyle’s face and mouth. 

Kyle sucks Andrew’s dick dry not letting a single drop of cum go to waste. 

“If you always wanna get fucked all you have to do is ask roomie,” Andrew winks down at Kyle giving him a gentle pat on the face.

NAUGHTY ERIC SHARES THE STORY

This is simply a story of pure lustful man on man raw sex.

Last Friday Eric had an appointment at 4 PM for his annual physical with the hottest physician in all of the United States and also his long time lover who practices in a city far from where Eric lives thus often a long time between the lovers times to get it on.

I arrive for my appointment at 3:30 PM. The doctor’s nurse takes me to one of the exam rooms and takes all my vitals. Then she says: “Dr. Joseph as soon as I leave wants you to get undressed leaving only your briefs on and get upon the exam table.” As soon as the nurse closes the door, I take off all my clothes except my red hot briefs knowing that Dr. Joseph gets really turned on with my wearing red tight briefs pushed out by my continually hard on. In waiting for gorgeous doctor with his amazing 8 inch uncut cock, hard 190 pound body, green eyes and beautiful face, I lay on my back on the examine table with a steel hard 7 inch cut pulsating cock. It had been a couple of months since we had made passionate man on man sex. My man pussy was puckering eager to once again have that mighty thick hard dick deep in me.  I spread my legs wide exposing my cock, balls and ass crack waiting for my doctor and lover.

There was a knock on the door and as my cock is standing direct up toward the ceiling I say: “Come in Dr. Joseph.”

OH MY GOD, as this handsome  doctor enters in the white doctor’s coat, I almost swallow my tongue as I look deep  into his beautiful seductive eyes. He gives me the most beautiful seductive smile and says: “Hey Eric, you sweet sexy blond haired and blue eyed hunk, are you ready for me?”

“OH HELL YES DOCTOR, I AM MORE THAN READY FOR YOU TO TAKE CHARGE AND DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT TO ME.”

Joseph locks the door and undresses until he is butt naked with that incredible 8 inch blood filled cock that seems to be winking at me with a shinny cock head (precum covered). The doc goes to work as he stands beside the exam table. He lowers his head and begins to wildly kiss me as he rams his big wet tongue past my lips running it deep in my throat and we begin to sloppy engage in hot French kissing. As we kiss, I feel his hand go down to my briefs and he lowers them exposing my rock hard cock to the touch of his hand as I moan and grunt in pure lust for him. 

I can feel the veins in my cock shaft beating hard into his hand causing our tongue on tongue b coming very rapid. The animal lust we have for each other is off the chart. Oh how I want that big missile deep in my man pussy. Soon Joseph begins his head to toe exam. We stop kissing as Joesph uses his lips and tongue to run them over my forward, to my closed eyes, his tongue goes deep in each ear, suck on he back of my neck, he then licks and kisses under each of my blond fuzzed hair underarms causing me to lift my body up, he then takes lots of time sucking on each of my rock hard nipples trying to get some milk, slowly he runs his lips and tongue down may chest, down my stomach, across my hard abs and then he goes past my aching cock and spends lots of time licking my inner red hot thighs, down my fuzzy blond covered legs and then spends lots of time sucking on my feet taking one toe at a time into his mouth as I beg; “OH MY GOD JOSEPH, I WANT TO COME SO BAD, MY WHOLE BODY IS COVERED IN SHIVERS, OH HOW I LOVE YOU AND NEED YOU SO BAD. I WANT YOU TO EAT MY ASS, SUCK ON MY BALLS AND PLEASE FUCK ME. I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS HORNY AND SO NEEDING YOU. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR BITCH, MAN I AM IN PURE ECSTASY.”

“Hey Baby Eric, I have never wanted you so bad. I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life, you are so sexy and hot in your mid 30’s, man I masturbate so often when you’re not here. I have dumped  gallons of my warm juices jerking off wanting you so bad now I have a coupe of special things for you that we have not experienced before.”

He goes over to a cabinet and pulls out a string of beads, oh shit hen is going to put that string of beads in my ass. He moves to the end of then exam table, lubes up my ass and the beads and begins to shove those inside my ass one at a time until all the beads are deep in me. I feel the beads moving as Joseph shoves them deep into me and then slowly pulls each one out until my ass is free again. Holy shit he sucks on each bead and then has me do the same as I taste all those juices. He then kisses me again. I am in heaven as he uses me for his and my pleasure.

Now he goes down and begins to swallow my fucking hard cock to the base for the longest time as I spew precum on his tongue before he begins licking and kissing may huge low hanging balls and manages to take both of my balls in his mouth at the same time, man is he ever making me horny and lust after him–this is the best sex ever. Next he puts a pillow under my ass lifting my wildly puckering wet ass as he begins using his tongue and lips to eat out my ass as he also drives two fingers inside, locates my prostate and gives me the best prostate massage of any doctor could possibly do, wow he is so good at riming ass.

Finally he is ready to do a sexual move that few guys ever experience. He gets upon the table, takes hold of my hard cut cock head and pushes it inside the cover of his uncut cock. HOLLY MOTHER OF ALL MOTHERS, MY COCK HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO HIS COCK HEAD INSIDE THAT COVER OF HIS UNCUT COCK. MY GOD I FEEL OUR TWO COCK HEADS TOUCHING THAT DRIVES ME OVER THE EDGE. I shoot my load inside his cock cover as cum flows out and all over our two cocks and crotches, the feel of the two cock heads wet with my semen and slick is beyond description of pure pleasure.

Joseph is now overcome with the desire to fuck me. He spreads my legs wide as my ass is up high with that pillow under my butt. He gets down on his strong legs and knees between my legs as he thrust his crotch and huge  beating cock to the entrance of my man pussy and as he winks at me, he thrusts  that manhood into my rosebud and begins his ravaging of my pussy that belongs to him and his giant cock. Oh my god, I feel him use his mighty tool to go all over my man pussy plunging my prostate, running all over my ass walls and deep into my ass tunnel as I feel his spewing precum wet my whole ass.I am so horny feeling his cock pulsating all over my insides. I go wild moaning, grunting and whimpering as I feel the friction of his beating stone hard cock service my pussy needs. We both are filled with the greatest primal lust possible. Joseph is making loud variety of sexual sounds one has when fucking. Are we being heard outside the exam room? Joseph has amazing strong staying power that I love as I do not want him to stop fucking me, his loyal bitch, oh how I love him. He fucks me harder and harder penetrating me deeper and deeper as he works all he nerve ending in my pussy. Soon my cook is hard again.

Then finally I feel his cock head swell more deep in my ass, he lets out a very loud grunt, his breathing becomes very rapid, his face draws when one is about to climax and then he empties a voluptuous thick load of warm semen deep in me. When he is spent, he slowly lies down on my body as we kiss and rest. Finally he pulls that soaked cum covered cock out of my cum filled ass and has me suck his cock clean. As his cum runs out of my ass, he licks it up and we kiss enjoying the fruit of the day.

He gives my ass a light hit and says while grinning: “Hey Babe Eric, it is your doctor’s opinion that your protein level was low and now you have had a generous infusion of protein that will last until we are together again but that needs to be soon as you seem to need an infusion of cum protein often. MMMM that is the prescription you seem to need from me.” 

“OH YES I AGREE DOCTOR. I SEEM TO LOOSE MY PROPER LEVEL OF PROTEIN FAST.”

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Hey my readers on behalf of my gorgeous Joseph and I, we hope you enjoyed the story and we wish you had a real happy ending just like us!!!! PEACE