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Dangerous Blowjob

-Hey, wait, what was I feeling?

I’m Mel Adamsky, 45 now and I was sleeping as every night in just my briefs next to Abby, my wife. But every night she takes sleeping pills and I was feeling fire in my dick but she was fast asleep so I don’t think it was her. Maybe it was a wet dream but what I felt is that I was getting a blowjob. Besides I felt a hand gagging my mouth so I could not talk. I opened my eyes a crack. It was Amyas!

Ten years ago, I started working as a diplomat and was sent to India. There I met Abby, working also as a diplomat. We started dating, making love and falling in love and were soon married. She was the widow of another diplomat called Amyas Lal, but they were together for two years only till he died, though they had had a son called Amyas like his father. When I knew Abby, Amyas Lal, my stepson, was 17. Now he’s 25. We got along very well. My whole life I’ve desired having a son, but Abby never wanted us to have a child and I considered Amyas the son I never had.

But now I had just discovered that my stepson was in our room sucking my cock!

I could do nothing but I was feeling tachycardia at the situation. What if Abby suddenly woke up and found her son there blowing her husband? In that moment, I intuited that Amyas was gay. If that were the case, I’d never reproach him anything but love him as deeply as I loved him now, like the son I’d never had, but I thought Abby would not like to discover that her son was gay. I knew her very well. So I had been suddenly surprised getting a blowjob from my stepson and what a blowjob!

Of course I’d never say any angry words to him later but I knew we should have a talk. He could be a little buzzed, I felt in in his eyes. With my mouth gagged I could not tell him anything but my eyes were silently looking at him pleadingly, as if saying: Amyas, please stop!

But I felt just then that my dick had never been treated like that before. I love getting blowjobs but I knew right then that not even Abby had ever been so good. To start with, she seemed reluctant to suck my cock. Sometimes she did but she never seemed to enjoy. But so far Amyas was doing it and he showed fun. My dick was by now deep in his mouth, one other thing Abby never did, and that’s deep-throating and the way he was moving his throat could not be called only a blowjob, but also a sensitive massage of every inch of my now sensitive penis. I was on the verge of orgasm and unless he stopped now, I’d end up cumming in my stepson’s mouth. I could do nothing else but pray that Abby didn’t wake up. But there I was, for the first time filling a boy’s mouth with semen and it was my stepson’s.

After cumming, Amyas left my bedroom but first looking at me with apologetic eyes. I had to leave my bedroom for now it wouldn’t be so risky if Abby woke up. It would just be a conversation her husband was having with her son.

I went to Amyas’ bedroom and found him there taking his clothes off and about to get into bed.

-Amyas, what the hell has gotten into you? Were you insane? Your mother could have woken up.

But instantly I saw him starting to cry uncontrollably sitting on his bed with nothing but his briefs now.

I had to go to him and calm him.

-Hush, Amyas, don’t cry, I’m sorry if I have just hurt you –and wanting to keep the friendship with him, I affectionately kissed his lips, first time I was kissing a boy but I didn’t mind and even liked it-. In fact –I smiled now- I’ve just had the best blowjob of my life and I should only thank you. But it was really dangerous: your mother could have surprised us. She must never know, Amyas. So now I repeat my question, but amiably: what has gotten into you?

-I’ve been celebrating one of my friends’ birthday today and I’m afraid I’ve returned home a little buzzed. I was heading to my bedroom and your bedroom door was open and you slept in just your briefs and…

But I interrupted him just then.

-So you’re gay, isn’t it, Amyas?

-I’m gay, Mel and oh, I’ve pictured myself so many times giving you a blowjob that I suddenly decided I’d do it tonight when I saw your bedroom door open.

-Have you wanked over me?

-Many times, Mel, oh forgive me.

-Nothing to forgive you for, Amyas. I really love you, my stepson. But you should have asked me and there’s a possibility I would have allowed you, but this way your mother could have discovered you.

-I know Mel. What happens to me is that, well… since you came home as my mother’s husband, I certainly started to like you a lot. We were becoming really good friends, I’m sorry I have betrayed our friendship and I’ll lose you now.

-You won’t lose me, Amyas. I will always be here for you.

-My whole life I have been looking for a father, since I never knew my real father and I have always regarded you as the father I never had. All I wanted was to give you a gift.

-Looking for a father you can also have sex with, Amyas?

-I apologize again. But well, I would have liked having a father I could even share some intimate things with. But you’ll think I’m going crazy.

-Amyas, I also regard you as the son I’ve never had and never will for your mother does not want a second child. If you need me as a father and see me as one, you can also call me dad, and I will never reproach you anything and I promise that if one other day you politely ask me to give me a new blowjob, always without your mother knowing anything, I would even allow you. Kiss me and please smile. And after now you can call me either Mel or dad.

-Oh thanks, dad –he told me crying a lot but kissing me.

-You know Abby has been urgently called to India to solve a diplomatic problem between two countries. But two days ago we agreed that you and I would spend the weekend in the country house we have, you know at Chimneys. I am your father, Amyas and you want a father you can even have sex with, so I’ll behave as a tender father, not only giving my son advice in life, but allowing him what he wants. Now kiss me again, before I return to my bedroom to sleep again next to Abby.

He was losing his inhibitions to kiss me. I’d always needed a son and Amyas needed a father, even a tender father who gave him sex.

Two days later, Abby had returned to India and Amyas and I drove to our country house. Now I had to be brave. I really needed to become Amyas’ father and I had to show him.

“OrangeMuscle?  What’s your real name, kid?” said Dandy Dawson.

“Constantine Gavras,” the Muscled Jock replied confidently.  “They call me ‘Tino’ back home.  I’m a second generation Greek from Chicago.”

Dandy arched an eyebrow.  “And what makes you think you’re cut out for the Tri-State Wrestling Fed?”

Pause.  “Well, I’m an Alpha Male for one thing.  And a Nasty Heel for another.  You’ll see from my Indy fights in the Chicago metro area that I never lost.”

Dawson picked up the 23-year old’s wrestling resume.  He scanned the sheet.  “Hmmmm, this is somewhat impressive kid.  But you know, in our league, the Alpha Male victors take ‘stakes.’  You know what that means?”

“Yeah, I do, and I’m a total top, Mr. Dawson.  I like nothing better than defeating and humiliating another Alpha Male before making him my Bottom Bitch Boy,” said Gavras with a cocky grin.

Dawson snorted.  “You look bigger than your stats on paper, Tino.  It says here you’re 6’2” and 185 pounds.  That can’t be correct?”  The TSWF promoter looked up and down at the handsome muscle stud’s frame.  His bodybuilder body nicely filled out his tight orange tank top and orange Speedo.

“I am 6’2” but I’ve been working hard to build muscle.  I’m up to 200 pounds since I prepared that resume.”  He went into a double bi-flex and Dawson did a double take.  OrangeMuscle’s wavy black hair and cropped black armpit hair were hot.  He had smoldering gray green eyes and a sexy AF face.

“Could I see your pecs and abs?” asked the promoter.

OrangeMuscle slowly pulled up the front of his tank top to reveal his amazingly tanned torso.  He had a well-defined 48” chest and a carved six pack.  All smooth. 

“Nice, very nice indeed,” murmured Dawson appreciatively, feeling his 7.5” cut cock starting to swell.  “And your cock?  How big is it?” asked Dandy as he stared at OrangeMuscle’s Speedo and the shape of a banana pressing against the fabric.

“Ahhhh, Mr. Dawson, wouldn’t you like to know?” said Gavras, as he cupped his Orange Speedo-covered bulge.  The promoter could make out a cut cock head.  He was pretty sure the kid was packing a monster dick.

“Ok, I’ll let it slide for now.  You do understand you’ll owe stakes if you lose?”

“Sure, Mr. Dawson, I’m a big boy.  But I’m not too worried about it.  Ain’t gonna happen.”

Dawson sighed, thinking he had heard the same boast from many other wrestlers who ended up fucked literally, including most recently the cocky blonde AchillesAdonis.  He will have to learn for himself, thought the promoter.

“Tino, I’m willing to give you a tryout in a private ring against an Italian Muscle Stud named Raphael Rocco or Raf.  Sometimes known as the Stallion, too, but not to be confused with our former Champ VinnyMuscleStallion.”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.  Us Greeks love beating down an Italian.  The hunkier the better!” said Gavras.

“Ok, and if you win, I have an idea for pairing you up with another wrestler who plays a Greek character.”  Dandy went on, “A guy named Pat Ross with stats similar to yours, but he wrestles under the name ‘Patroclus.’  If you know your Trojan War history, Patroclus was the best friend and rumored lover of Achilles.”

“I know my Greek history, Mr. Dawson.  It was drilled into me.  No pun intended cause I never been drilled, if you get my meaning.  Anyway, I even know about your Patroclus.  I saw the video of him pounding that old DILF, Daddy Dom Sal, following Achilles’ defeat at the hands of the Champ JoelAlphaHunk.  Hot!”

“Well, I think you and Patroclus could make a decent tag team and I might give the two of you a shot against the former Champ BlackAlpha in a 2 on 1 match.  But you gotta beat Raf Rocco before I’ll even entertain that idea.”

“2 on 1?” said Gavras with a puzzled look.  “I don’t need any help to take on the Ebony Stud.  BlackAlpha’s more a vers bottom these days.  We both know it.”

“Don’t be so sure, kid.  BlackAlpha plans a return to the ring.  One, he’s much bigger than you.  And two, he never lost in a TSWF match.  Never.  You’d do well to respect the Ebony Stud.”

“Yeah, right,” Galvas said smugly.  “So when do I take out this bitch Rocco?”

“Tomorrow, in a private ring at Daddy Dom Sal’s gym in Bay Ridge.  I’ll video the match so we can stream it, assuming it’s of the right caliber for TSWF matches.”

“Works for me, Mr. Dawson, but you might rethink the need to pair me with Patroclus to take on BlackAlpha.”

“One thing at a time, my boy, one thing at a time,” said Dawson.

(To be continued.)

Tecumseh is a municipality right next to Windsor, in southwestern Ontario, Canada. That’s where Green Giant has its headquarters and that’s where Théodore Parent works as a foreman. He is father of three girls and one boy. His son Maxime is a cute, quiet boy scout. At the age of 9, he happens to walk in the bathroom, not knowing that his father is taking a shower. He sees him naked from behind, and notices that his daddy’s back, ass and legs are as hairy as a bear. “I hope I grow up to be like that, he tells himself. I would feel like Tarzan.”

Maxime is at the top of his class throughout his primary education. The nun teaching grade 6 indicates to the parish priest that her pupil would make a good altar boy. He is chosen for this honor and provided with a white surplice which he wears over a black cassock. His mother makes sure that the surplice is always well-ironed. She already sees her son becoming a priest.

In high school, Maxime is often called Max. The teenager is also called a sissy because he is not good in team sports. After strenuous physical exercises, students are told to take a shower. Even though Max is very shy, he does not mind being seen naked because his body has become quite hairy by that time. One guy tells him that he should join the Gay-Straight Alliance group: “You will be popular among the faggot members!”

At 16, Max knows that he is attracted to boys rather than girls. He thinks that this is probably just a phase, and that he will become “normal” by grade 12. It doesn’t matter too much because he wants to become a catholic priest, to enter St. Peter’s Seminary in London, Ontario. During his four years at University of Windsor, he devotes himself almost exclusively to his courses, seminars, readings and assignments. So much so that he obtains his baccalaureate degree with the mention cum laude (with honor).

His hairy body also gets cum laude attention from a guy who loves to sniff his sweaty hairy armpits, pecs and ass. “I also like to smell a stinky fragrance, Max; don’t hesitate to bombard me with your nauseating farts.” That ass-play always triggers a hard-on for both of them. Max’s partner jerks him off and swallows every drop of the creamy jizz. The graduate student finds out that hairy and farty are virile assets that appeal to some gay guys. He is far from knowing that it will, one day, attract a high-ranking priest…

At 21, Maxime Parent becomes a seminarian. His mother attends the ceremony where her son, tonsured, is officially dressed in a cassock, and takes his temporary vows of obedience and celibacy. Each seminarian occupies a small room, a quasi-monastic cell. Six young men have access to the same shower area. Max’s hairy body attracts a few glances, even a quick touch. A colleague tells Max that celibacy does not mean chastity. “We can have sex, says James. I would love to shove my cock in your hairy crack!” Max has never been ass-fucked. He thinks it will hurt too much, so he says that he prefers to suck a juicy cock.

When Max sees James’ tiny dick, the butt plough suddenly seems an interesting proposition. “I think I can handle that little joystick in my tight arse.” The main reason for a change of opinion is the fact that James is skinny and not the least hairy, a quasi-turn-off for Max. If he lets him fuck his ass, he will not see much of James’ body. And he will experience something new in gay sex, beyond kissing, sucking, and sniffing sweat or farts. James’ cock may be small, but he sure knows how to ponder it in a virgin shit hole. Max does not feel a painful intrusion; he rather feels a pleasant infusion of warm man juice in his fuck chute. He hopes that, one day in a near future, he will be able to call his ass hole “a secret love canal”.

St. Peter’s Seminary has a director with the rank of monsignor. He has a rather low profile. On the other hand, the bishop of the bilingual diocese of London works one step away, and he regularly visits his future priests. His secretary is aware of His Excellency David Hunter’s special taste in terms of man-to-man pleasures. The bishop has a huge hairy ass and he loves to have a young priest play with it greedily, and vice versa. When bishop Hunter receives a final report on the seminarians before their ordination, there is a secret note about Maxime Parent: “this handsome candidate for the priesthood is as hairy and as horny as your Excellency”.

While all the other newly ordained priests receive a parochial assignment, Maxime is appointed responsible for the bishop’s correspondence. His mastery of both the English and the French language plays in his favor for this position. Bishop Hunter works long hours and keeps his correspondence issues for the last task of the day, of the evening in fact. After a late dinner, he invites Maxime to his room for a drink and… a kiss. This is the signal to get naked, to go by first name, to start worshipping each other’s body. Max first buries his nose in David’s armpits, then pinches the hard perky nipples which he bites tenderly. They roll over on the bed to worship their identical 8-inch (20 cm) cut dick poking out from a thick hairy bush. Max loves to chew David’s purple or fuchsia mushroom, just like his sash. The reciprocal response drives them crazy. Their cock hardens, becomes juicy, boils up, and explodes deep in the throat. That is just an appetizer. The best is yet to come.

There is a full-length mirror in the bedroom, and the two lovers admire each other back-to-back while rubbing their asses together. David farts and Max congratulates him: “This is better than incense!” They both laugh and start caressing each other’s hairy hemispheres. They take turns in sniffing the crack and getting intoxicated by the virile aroma. They both caress and slap their partner’s buttocks. David is the first one to lick the divine offering, to tap the perky rosebud with his finger, to kiss it aggressively, and to tongue-twist his way inside. The skillful performance triggers intense moans of pleasure. When Max reciprocates, David screams blissfully… and orders him to shove a hard rod in the hungry hairy hole. The pounding is done at the rhythm of Kyrie eleison (O Lord, have mercy). David enjoys it so much that he exults Gloria in excelsis Deo (Glory to God in the highest).

It is almost midnight, and the bishop wants to fuck too. His plan is diabolical; he wants to penetrate Max on an altar. The two lovers take the tunnel connecting the episcopal residence to St. Peter’s cathedral. David lights some small holy lanterns and invites Max to stretch out naked on the main altar. He uses chrism or holy anointing oil to lubricate his cock, and shoves it ceremoniously into the young begging hairy ass. Under the watchful eyes of Jesus on the cross, and with the approval of St. Peter, David thrusts his thick candle in the holy hole, shoving it back and forth. Max’s bowels light up, and his whole body resounds like the bells of the steeple.

Father Maxime Parent and bishop David Hunter have sexual fun on a regular basis. Their fuck chute has now become a secret love canal.

I enter a dimly lit, richly furnished room where an 18-year-old muscular guy is lying, hand and foot bound to the bed.

It is very convenient that the author missed the attraction of this stallion to his lair. An introduction in a nightclub, sparks in the eyes, promises of the most powerful orgasm of his life, the author left out all these details so that readers can enjoy the icing on the cake.

So, in front of me was a hot muscular body, a gagged mouth, cute brown eyes that still do not know what he will have to go through today. Naked, he lay on a black bed, wearing only tight swimming trunks, comfortably fitting his strong legs. Through their fabric, the imposing silhouette of his genitals was visible. Fantasy drew a long penis and large juicy eggs, which were securely pressed to the groin with tight underwear, but at the same time they still protruded vulgarly forward. A barely noticeable path of hair led to the groin, the chest calmly heaved, still not knowing about the impending storm. He was strong, young and hot. I licked my lips in anticipation, looking at such a guy.

I wanted to please this stud who had already fucked so much that he was tired of regular sex and wanted “thrills”. Well, we can. He himself offered to tie himself up, and told me to do whatever I wanted with him.

I approached him closer and announced the rules of the game:

– You will moan, scream, beg me to finish, but here I control everything. And you’ll only come when I’ve played enough with you. Do you understand?

He nodded in agreement, mockery in his eyes. “Soon you won’t be so funny,” I thought.

I went down to him and began to caress his body. Kissing his neck, biting his nipples, so I went down to the groin, kissing his hot, strong torso on the way. Of course, he began to get excited, his swimming trunks became more voluminous, a steel rod formed in them, which wanted to jump out from under the elastic band. I sat astride his legs so that I had his crotch in front of me. Since his cock was already up and lying on its side, his balls were defenseless and stood out clearly from under tight shorts. I aimed and hit them with my fist, not very hard, after which I checked the reaction of my stallion. He tensed up, but since I didn’t hit hard, there was no visible change. I tuned in, once again admired his huge balls, and entered them with a quick series of blows, several from both hands. His knees buckled and cramped, he reflexively wanted to cover his balls but couldn’t. His breathing quickened, blood rushed to his face.

– Are you in pain? I asked him.

He nodded. Of course it hurts. This is the calculation. Let him enjoy through the pain. Let him crave this pleasure with every cell. He always got everything very easily. The sexiest guys and girls almost jumped on his juicy cock themselves, so over time he lost the excitement, the sense of achievement or victory, the pleasure after he came. Everything has become a routine. But it’s not scary, I’ll take you out of the routine, you will beg to finish, but I won’t give it to you so easily.

After a few more of these series of blows, I decided to change tactics: I pulled off his underpants, and his boner straightened to its full height. He was exactly 20 centimeters. After my surprise had passed, I squeezed his balls in a tight ring of thumb and forefinger, and with the other hand began to strike: first, second, fifth … I was pleased to realize that now my fingers with such simple movements bring my the guy is in such pain. In my thoughts, I forget to stop, but I am pulled out of them by his animal roar, which speaks of how much it hurts him. His balls turned into the epicenter of his sensations, everything else ceased to exist, no extra thoughts. Heavy ragged breathing, wide-open cute eyes looked at me imploringly.

He deserves some fun. I take his surprisingly stone cock in my mouth and swallow all of its 20 centimeters. He moans heavily. I skillfully bring him to the peak of pleasure, at the same time caressing his excited nipples with my hands and stroking his relief hot body. But without bringing him to orgasm, I take his meaty balls in my hands and press my thumbs into them. I feel what a cocktail of pain and pleasure he is now experiencing. Probably, I manage to bring him out of the everyday bustle of carefree fucking. He had never wanted to finish like he did now.

I take his dick out of my mouth and begin to masturbate skillfully, driving him to the brink of orgasm. Periodically, I get distracted by his juicy balls and beat them with my fists. When I look at him during the blows, he closes his eyes, bites his lips, suppresses screams, but cannot help the groans escaping from his chest, throws his head back so that I can enjoy its contours, protruding Adam’s apple, the refined features of his face. When I masturbate to him, he begins to move his pelvis to the beat of my movements, as if fucking my fist.

His penis grows even more, under it two fleshy spheres flaunt, already reddened and enlarged from my blows and his arousal.

“And now I’ll bite off your balls,” I tell him in the most firm voice.

His eyes widen, his breath hitches. I take his balls in my mouth, start gritting my teeth and look at his reaction: in his eyes I see a plea not to deprive him of his main source of masculinity and pleasure. A source without which a man is not a man. Horror is reflected in his eyes. I glare at him and clench my teeth even more, pull my head back to pull on his balls before finally closing my teeth, but he follows me as much as his bound limbs allow so that I don’t rip his balls out. But then I start licking his balls and gently sucking on each one. Fear disappears in his eyes, I feel how he relaxed, but still in excited tension. Now he is eager to finish with a triple desire. I again take his juicy dick in my mouth, speed up the pace, deeper and more often sitting on him with my head. His breathing quickens, moans of pleasure come from his chest, he is about to have an orgasm, and at that moment I again take his balls and press my fingers into them with force. His body arches, and a fountain of sperm escapes from his cock, which hits my palate, filling my throat. I continue to break his testicles, “squeezing” all the sperm out of them. I felt how long and profusely he finished. I saw how he had a lot of sperm. I squeezed his balls until his cock stopped spewing cum and his moans turned into an animal roar. I liked the idea that I milked his balls.

I then untied him and left the room, leaving him alone. The next day he told me that he had never experienced such a strong orgasm. I asked if his balls were aching, but he assured me that everything was fine with them, and that he would very much like to try this again, but now he wants to squeeze my balls. I could not refuse this offer, especially from such an attractive guy.

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Thanks for reading! Forgive me if I made any inaccuracies somewhere. English is not my native language. 
Author – Mykola Kuznets.
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My 30th bday was coming up and I wanted to do something new and memorable. Ive been bicurious af lately and I wanted to suck a big dick and experience giving head. I had a dildo I would practice on but I was craving the real thing. Theres a gloryhole about 20 minutes from where I live but Ive always been too nervous to go by myself. I confessed my fantasy to my bestfriend and he said hed love to come with me cuz him and his girl always wanted to go to one. I was excited af to hear this! My bestfriend wholl go by J is a gorgeous dread headed black god whose 27 and about 6 foot with a nice fit body. His gf wholl go by E is a sexy ass brunette with pale skin whose 22, 5’8 and with a fit body as well.

Anyway, we meet up and smoke on the way there. Im nervous af hoping to God that whatever dick presents itself is nice sized and tastes even better. We get there and the person in charge gives us a tour of the theater and arcade. It was dark and there were plenty of guys there jerking off and enjoing themselves. After the tour, he hands us our tokens for the arcade and we roam around looking for booths to play in. We find one with a nice sized hole and my friend J steps in. I thought him and his girl were gonna do something together so I was about to wander off when I felt a tap on my shoulder. E told me to come with her and I was definitely intrigued. We go to the booth on the other side of J, put our tokens in and started scrolling through the videos joking about the scenes to calm my nerves. We end up agreeing on watching this scene with Jade Venus and Joanna Angel. We get comfortable and as Im watching E is sticking her fingers in the hole.

Next thing I know, Js dick is sticking out the hole and I couldnt believe it. His big black dick was smooth, thick and the head was so pretty. Id say he was about 10 inches but I didnt care to measure it cuz I wanted it. The first dick I get to suck is my bestfriends and boy was it a beauty. E gets on her knees and starts sucking on it getting it nice and wet. Im watching her in awe and arousal as she fits that monster in her mouth and gags on it. She spits on it and then looks at me and says to me, “Here you go birthday boy.” I got on my knees and opened my mouth wide. Omg it tasted so good. I went in and out slow and started going faster as I got more confident in my skills. E starts rubbing on her pussy moaning as she watches me swallow as much of her mans cock as I could. E tells me she wants me to deepthroat it so I suck some more till I jammed it down my throat. I gagged hard af but it just turned me on more. I slobbed on it and started worshipping that cock. I licked all over the shaft and worked my way up and licked and sucked the head and frenulum to make sure papis cock was all covered in my saliva. I loved the feeling of his wet cock in my mouth and how heavy it felt on my forehead when I would lick the underside of his cock. I was in heaven. The feeling of that warm meat hitting my face and how good it felt stuffing my mouth had me in ecstacy.

I started sucking and stroking some more and I could feel it throbbing in my mouth. I loved the feeling of serving his dick and I loved the control I had over it with my mouth. Me and E swapped sides everytime our knees started to hurt and when she would suck on Js dick id get behind her and feel and grind all over her beautiful ass. She took her shirt off and revealed her beautiful tits. Her body was bangin and her tits were so perfect. They reminded me of firstbornunicorns tits so feel free to look her up to get a good idea of what she was workin with 😉 They were about D cups maybe and her nipples were small and pink and I sucked on them relentlessly when I wasnt sucking on her boyfriend. I got so turned on I started fingering her and she was so wet. I would grab her bun and make her choke on that dick and it just made her more horny. God I love this slut. I got behind her and started rubbing my dick against her ass as I gripped her tits and played with her nipples.

After a couple minutes I licked my fingers and me and her started tag teaming that fat dick. Id suck the tip and shed suck the balls and vice versa, Wed suck and lick on both sides at the same time and rotate till he said he was close. She told me to suck his balls while she jerked him off. I dove my face all in his balls and licked and sucked as much as I could. His balls smelled so good I couldnt help but rub my face on it. It was so hot watching her jerk his monster cock as it woukd throb hard af in her hand. Me and E were going hard on his dick and J lets out a loud moan. He shot a few ropes on the floor and covered Es hand and arm with his sweet cum. I felt so proud knowing I made my first dick cum that hard. E said she got so much cum on her hand and arm so I lick every single drop off of her and we make out cuz sharing is caring 😉 We laugh a bit and then we go right back to suckin J to make sure he gave us all that nut. We make out and swap cum some more till he goes fully soft and we make out some more on our way out. J never had another guy suck his cock before either so we both crossed something off our list and Im confident Ill be blowing a lot more dick 😉 Best Birthday ever!!!

The name’s Joey. I’m 22, I don’t give many fucks about my physique and (was) am totally straight. Until… well… let’s start from the beginning. It all started after I came back from work, I work as an electrician and received a weird letter saying the following:

Dear mr. Addams,

There is something you could help us with our company, we made a profuct and would like to test it with you!

A test version version lf our product should come with thid letter. If you are willing to use this product more and get a better dose of it, email us under

[email protected]

“What in the name of…” 

What does DJM stand for?

What’s that product do?

Why me?

How’d they get my information?

I was confused. There were three pills in the letter too. I wondered what they’d do. I knew that this could easily kill me do I wrote a note about everything if I would die. I sound easygoing and honestly…I was about it. I was curious and naive. 

I took one of the pills and swallowed them with a glass of water. I didn’t feel much change (yet). One of my coworkers aka my best friend since elementary school, Dave, was there. “Oi Joe!” I heard his voice I turned around and went “hey Dave, how are you? Are you okay after your operation?” He had an operation at his heart a good 2 weeks ago. He stayed in the hospital for that time and finally came to work again “I’m fine, thank you. Are you okay?” “Yes” I replied. We got to work then. Work was the same old stuff. I went home and took another of those pills and took a shower. I noticed something at my physique. My usually thicker belly was now thinner and I could swear my cock got bigger. Next day I repeated that cycle except I went to the baker’s. And I felt my brain not being able to comprehend $2+$1,50. I was confused but I realized I didn’t get scammed and those pills didn’t kill me… so I emailed them. And wrote the following:

Hello,

It’s me, Joey Addams,

I tok your pils and would have intrest in suporting you more.

Joey Addams

The email programme thing told me I wrote some words wrong but I couldn’t figure out how to correct them so I just sent it. A minute or so I got this reply 

Dear mr Addams, 

We’re delighted you liked our product and it seemed to work, maybe we could make a meeting where we discuss what we want with you in detail. 

Thomas J.

After a little bit of emailing we made a meeting spot at my place. I took myself a day off and then waited for the guy to show up. And he came!

Even though he had something like a vaccine in his hands. 

“I’m here from DJMCOOP and I should discuss the details with you.” 

“Yeah come in mr.” 

He took a seat at my sofa and then said “You want to support our product?” I nodded. “Then you need to take this vaccine.” “Okay.” The words didn’t feel like mine. They feel like someone or something else’s… but I just took the vaccine. “Oh I’m seeing funny colors.” Which was true and then blacked me out. I awoke with a BR headset. I was tied. I couldn’t move. “Hello? Mr Vaccine guy?” The VR turned on. And I saw something funny. The images were… men sucking cocks and  getting fucked anal. I smiled. I couldn’t explain why but I smiled. I saw words popping up: dumb, bad at math, gay, stupid, workout, obey, love cock, slave, gay… I didn’t know how long it was. I just watched gay porn and the words popping up in front of me. After I got the headset removed… I wasn’t me anymore. “What is your name?” I blacked out “I don’t have that name thing” “your name is Thomas Johnson.” “Okay.” I didn’t know what was happening. I was too dumb to know what happened. “You need to take these pills to live now. Is that fine? I made you a gym subscription. I will guide you to your house.” “Oki Doki.” I took the pills and worked out ebveryday and my cock grew. I just didn’t notice. My new fake ID was good. I saw some posters about this “Jo-ey Addoms” missing. If you told me that was supposed to be me, I’d call you a liar. One day when I got home that do… dogtor was sitting on my couch. “Mr Jhonson! There you are. I waited for you.” “Hello bro.” I went completely autopiloted. “I have something for you.” He gave me a pill. “Swallow it.” “Okay master. ” I  obeyed easily. After I swallowed it I felt something in my crotch. “Master what’s…” I couldn’t finish. My rod busted through my pants. It was so big. “Clothes off, then suck my dick. And then fuck me” I obeyed and I started my work. I sucked his cock. It was so big. “Not deep enough.” He moaned while he pushed my head onto his cock. I then felt a warm liquid flowing down my throat “drink it up. That’s good.” I drank it. It tastes so good. The second part was to fuck him I turned him around and put my massive cock in. “Oh yeah, harder daddy.” He moaned I then suddenly felt my arms grow. My legs too. Everything grew. I busted through the window. I grew taller. My muscles grew bigger and I came. I flodded the entire city. I was so dumb. I didn’t even know I was. But I didn’t care. I grew. And soon was the height of the tallest building in the world.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Most guys fantasize about two girls at once. I fantasize about my girl taking on more than one guy. I guess I was spoiled by the former fantasy first. Why the hell not? Once girls hear about salary potentials the likes of Alex Rodriguez and Derek Jeter, most are prone to do any freaky thing a rising baseball star throws at them, particularly one poise to eventually take his place in the Hall of Fame. Maybe I reached my zenith too soon. Maybe I thirsted for a new mountain to climb, seeing there aren’t many places to go from there. Or maybe I stumbled upon my truest taboo after I was set up by my evil ex on her quest to seek carnal revenge.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I’d come home early from a minor league game, plopped down on the couch, and pulled my blonde bombshell right under my arm for a night of good wholesome porn. Her hand was already down in my pants when we heard the racket of aluminum trashcans in the backyard of the house we were renting. I got up to check to see if a raccoon or a dog got into it again, only to circle back around to find my girlfriend on her knees, scared to death, and surrounded by five masked men gawking at my porn on the laptop while grabbing lewdly their dicks with lustful intents. The rest happened so fast it became a blur. One minute we were held at gunpoint in the living room. The next we were in the bedroom, where a couple of guys rummaged through our things demanding their pay. I was bound and gagged in a chair by then, forced to face the bed where she splayed, while guy after guy had their filthy way with her. Afterwards, each man came up to me with a sickening grin to wipe the remnants of their slick-spent serpents on my pant leg. Taunting me, saying this was what I get for not getting them their money back.

I should’ve known then something was up. Fishy, not what it seemed. I had no doubt. Not hanging over my head from the likes of goons, especially these goons. I owed nothing more than a small supplemental loan I got from the bank, and even that was a few weeks off from repayment.

The other thing—in spite of my plea of not knowing what they were talking about—was the eerie feeling which crept over me, like I was all too familiar with the masculine bodies that filled the tight space of the bedroom. As if I had seen them all before, in all their stark-naked glory, somehow; strangely even with water cascading down their hard frames in place of the sweat building up on their taut fleshes.

Even more telling—this, of course, in hindsight no less—her feeble attempt to resist the men. Not as if it was futile to resist her attackers because she was the “little” woman and they were too big and too many for her to fend off. No. It was the subtle look of ecstasy in her eyes; the wanting to call out her pleasure after the first guy broke his stride. Her writhing wildly atop the mattress like a possessed succubus gyrating her hips against her partnered assailants. Her low beastly groans growing stronger and stronger by the minute begging for more.

“My body’s betraying me,” she cried out to me. Telling me their ridiculously huge pricks were filling her up to the brim, and every time another guy came, another small death washed over her only to be awakened by the newest hard-on plowing into her.

I was too busy crying in my chair, pleading for them to stop in my helpless state, especially when I saw one guy still inside her dare to go for a double hitter. The bastards cheered as he dumped his duplicitous load against her convulsing quim. Fuck! No! The men agreed, “The hungry slut” was enjoying herself wayyy too much for them to stop, inspiring new erections which kept them taking turns throughout the night.

I cried some more. She came like a lioness. Her sweat-drenched body “betraying” her orgasm after fervent orgasm—or so I thought.

After the men left, she limped out of bed towards me like a dizzying drunk. Maybe this too was an act. Maybe this was for real, with her legs consistently spread open for five virile men for hours on end. To this day, I do not know. I do know the closer she got to me her ersatz weeping grew into a sadistic cackle as her warm cunt hovered over my lap with their collected deposits as she gave her stretched pussy one solid push to release a beige glob. She the confessed the plunder I witnessed was just an elaborate rouse put on by her and some of my teammates as payback for me fucking her mom and her aunt in the Jacuzzi at Thanksgiving.

I spent the better part of the next morning trying to break free of the bounds I was left in. I was too wrapped up in my anger still to truly absorb the dirty trick they played on me, including being unable to do something about the other wet spot in my lap, caused by the constant boner I sported throughout the night. I was pissed. At her, at my teammates, quipped with the ever-classic line “bros before hoes” to justify their hand in her devious plan. (Though I failed to understand if I was truly their “bro” why did they put my “ho” before my feelings?) Furious wasn’t even the word. She’d been forced to kick rocks, and I was left to shy away from those rotten bastards as best I could. But then again, I couldn’t get terribly upset. The girls I slept around with back then were usually somebody else’s girlfriend. Rather than call it karma, I concluded most of the girls I slept around with were just tramps.

Then, one night, perhaps three months after the incident, I was forced to have a difference of opinion. With each new girl I took out soon after, each proved to be wholesome and sugary sweet to a fault, girls I could’ve gladly got down on one knee for.

But my cravings for girls taking on more than one guy, more than me, took hold, to the point for the longest stretch of time that I couldn’t get off with a woman, or without one, without the guilt-free image of that sadistic night playing vividly in my mind. The race to make my girl squirm the wildest, scream the loudest, and squirt the hardest with barrels of cum breeding the soppiest creampie was too much for me to bear. I came like three times in a single night to the revelation, all to my hands.

Years later, I swore I was cured of this ailment when old memories of that long ago night were reduced to mental stills. The porn mimicking those acts failed to live up to the thrill, the tangible moment of such a magnificent act. Perhaps I was put off by the actors in these performances. The fact it was an act, the fact they were paid to do this to authenticate it for an audience en masse. Perhaps, it was the fact I wasn’t cursed with the same afflictions, the hang-ups or the stereotypes often cast on men who thoroughly enjoy these acts thrust upon their women.

First off, my dick isn’t small. ‘Hung’ is often used to describe it. Satisfying a woman has never been a problem either. The main reason I slept around like I did was because one of my women would tell one of her girlfriends what we did, how we did it, and they were destined to test out the product for themselves. And who was I to refuse? Pussy was pussy, right? Lastly, if not the strangest thing, I am black—or African American for those of a politically correct tongue.

What was my setback? What re-twisted my once untwisted little kink?

Well, I was proudly moving away from the “strange” back to the “normal.” My career in the pros was soaring high, and I thought it was time for me to settle down. I met a girl who was like the ones I passed over earlier in my youth, the ones I should’ve married before now. I was poised for my happily ever after, when my plans were thwarted by the extravagant bachelor party my best man threw for me.

He hired strippers and a hooker that fitted my tastes, bit tits and a heart-shaped ass. I originally passed on the hooker, stashed in the annexed room, as it was customary for the groom to get first dibs. I told the woman I respected my future bride too much to cross that line. I stepped out and watched one guy after the next quietly sneak off into the other room and rejoin the fold with a knowing grin of just getting laid.

Soon enough, our discretionary pleasantries ceased as the party moved into the bedroom. The timid understanding whore I left a couple of hours earlier was an insatiable nymph softening hard baseballs bats with her pulsing pussy. My eyes were taking this in like a camcorder, watching her get off on the rough pounding of men, owning and controlling them with just the right squeeze of her cunt muscles. With each man and each act, I grew more desperate to renege on my promise to marry my future wife. If only I could marry such a cum-hungry slut unabashed by her need, her want, as it became ever clear this had nothing to do with money—this was her behind the guise of it.

Alas. My name and my career prevented such a proposal. Even if I got away with it on personal level, my professional career was sure to tank. There would be vicious rumors I’d wedded a woman who took on more than seven men on the eve of my wedding, if not by the scolding of owners and management, surely by temperamental fans.

Still, I’d be fool to pass up a chance to be with this wanton woman, after she delighted in so many men. I cut in front of a few other guys wanting a second and third helping. I mounted her from behind, riding her harder in competitive spirit of my partiers. She was warm and loose from being fucked so many times, slick with their semen which made it even sweeter. By the time I was done, my legs were shaking from the most powerful ball-draining load I’d ever spent!

Other than clearing out the old pipes in one continuous wave, I wasn’t sure what happened after that. I just remember coming to with my face between her legs and the jaw-dropping stares I got before my satisfying emptiness faded into black.

Honestly. I didn’t come back to my sense until after the third night of our honeymoon. The wedding, the event leading up to it after the bachelor party, the reception, and the plane ride was at best a blur, with bits and pieces eventually resurfacing later on. And I think I only came too because I saw my new wife enamored with our guide, a strapping brown local, who I was sure had his fair share of female tourists when their husbands or boyfriends took their eyes off the prize.

I tried my hand at such luck, hoping to peak in on them during a private rendezvous, only to have him to get her warmed up for me as she became nothing more than afterplay for me and the woman at my bachelor party. Maybe my wife was deeply in love with me. Perhaps she was protective of the fortune she was to inherit if she stayed married to me longer than a week.

A month later, I broached the subject lightly as to not to scare her off. I showed my wife, Sandy, some flicks where guys got it on with other guy’s girls to get her reaction. She mistook it to be visual confession of how, in my wild single days, I and some of my other teammates might’ve scored with other men’s wives. She’d been briefed on the rumors of owners and enthusiastic fans offering up their white wives for a chance at some professional black and brown baseball cock. I guess given my wife was white and I was black, she must’ve also assumed I cut out the middleman as she tied me down and straddled me for the rest of the night.

My window for making the marriage work was slowly closing in, if not for the bitter works of a jealous sister-in-law who thought her looks deserved a professional athlete of her own. If it wasn’t for her trying mouth, Robyn would’ve been right. Robyn was forever quick to remind her big sister, and anyone who would listen, she wasn’t the pretty little goody two-shoes she portrayed herself to be. While Sandy wasn’t the town slut, she did cause a bit of a scandal in her youth getting too close to this mixed neighbor of theirs.

“You remember him,” Robyn said. “He was at the wedding—a light-skinned fella, sort of looks like Lenny Kravitz.” Although the guy she was referring to was also black and Jewish, this didn’t make for an instant comparison. Though I would be remiss to say even I had to do a double take to make sure the rock star didn’t crash my already star-studded wedding. The only thing this guy was missing was the signature afro. “Back then, people weren’t kosher with the interracial thing as they are now. Not down in Enterprise [Alabama]. But Big Sis set off more than a few firestorms occasionally dropping in at the local drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test. Thank God for her fucked-up monthlies! A prominent family’s emotions can only endure but so much!”

Robyn soon had me hooked by this useless information when she also let it “slip” this was more than young puppy love. That Simeon was her go-to boyfriend. The guy who often filled the spaces between other boyfriends, the man she held her breath for—as in the great love of her life. Simeon was the one she wanted to marry. He didn’t mind dropping in for a hot spell, but surely his womanizing ways made it nearly impossible for him to be husband material.

Sandy fooled herself into believing she had a choice in the matter. That she chose me over him, telling her family I was the stable of the two. Safe, as Robyn referred to it. I wasn’t terribly hurt by the revelation. In many respects, she was “safe” for me, too. We had great chemistry if nothing more. We had plenty more than that, though. To be honest, sex was at the top of our list, but in my sister-in-law’s conniving plot to make for an unhappy home, she fetched me an idea which could work for the three of us quite well.

Minus the bachelor party incident, my thirst for cheating dried up after the blonde bombshell, but that didn’t say my actions couldn’t lend itself to the notion again. Like, if I was on the road, why not stay out an extra day or two? Breed the rumors I was out there messing around with a groupie or a permanent side piece? During the off-season, why not make myself scarce from time-to-time, mysteriously booking a hotel room down the street to kick back and relax as she allowed her wildest imagination to hold tight?

One day, while I was home, I ran some errand around the neighborhood when I came across my lovely wife getting out of her car and her beloved boy toy hopping off his cool motorcycle in the parking lot of this trendy Mexican restaurant across the street from the LaQuinta Inn. It didn’t take long to discover Dear Simeon’s “company” leased an apartment less than five miles away from my humbled abode. And two weeks later, thumbing through the home security system footage, I saw this impressive long, pierced cock pull out of my sated wife’s mouth, spraying this dense load that’d make a porn star blush.

****

Our second wedding anniversary was coming up. I decided then that it was better late than never to pull my plan together. Sandy and I spent the whole day in romantic bliss followed by a nightcap in our finest sleepwear. We were on our way upstairs when a timed knock arrived shortly after eleven. As she worried who could it be, I ushered her upstairs to put on the white lingerie I bought her earlier in the day. Sandy obliged, and shortly thereafter, I let her boyfriend in, offered him a drink, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where our woman was stretched out on the bed with her soft hand vigorously moved behind her panty line.

“Simeon!” Sandy balked, reaching for the fringes of cover to throw over her privates.

Simeon grinned in delight and then soon straight-faced on my account.

“Let’s cut the bull!” I said. “I know about the two of you fucking.”

Simeon nearly choked on his spit at my bold declaration, and before either of them could deny their part or confess, I pointed up to the camera I installed a year earlier and regurgitated the clarity of it given to me by the installers.

“If you think I’m upset, I’m not.” I let it be known. “In fact, I must confess. Watching you make my wife gag on your shit was pretty hot! I probably beat off to that shit at least five times already.”

Sandy looked horrified. It took everything in my man Simeon not to crack up and flee in the process.

“Sort of my twisted little kink,” I affirmed aloud for the first time in my life, cleaning up the highlights of watching the blonde bombshell have the time of her life in her clever act of retaliation. “But if half the fun of your rendezvous is doing it behind my back, we can pretend like I’m oblivious still. She has her fun with you, and I come home to run up in your sloppy seconds like I’m none the wiser. Haven’t we been doing that ever since we met? You’ve popped her cherry, and I’ve been the cleanup hitter ever since?”

“You’re fucking sick!” Sandy sputtered mad. Her eyes welled as if she had some moral high ground to stand on.

“Get over it, dear. What’s sick is that I never once cheated on you. My pretend absence drove you straight to him the minute you thought the coast was clear. You brought him into this room no less. Let him wipe off his dick with the edge of our covers. I guess your secret credit card couldn’t support his new apartment and a room at the LaQuinta Inn, huh? What do you say to that dear?”

I read her face. Sandy was looking for the “but” in my proposal, looking at me and looking at him.

“I’m cool with it…if you’re cool with it.” I glanced over at Simeon.

“I’m cool with it if you’re cool with it.” He concurred with a repressed smile.

I turned, facing him. “A man after my own fucking hard-on! Pussy is pussy, right? It’s great to break the seal. It’s even better to fool around in a slop bucket mess. That’s when you can really get dirty!”

Simeon chucked nervously at my wink. He was getting hard as my hand found the top button of his fly. “One rule, though: None of that lovemaking shit, huh. That’s reserve for me and the missus. I want you to fuck her with your fat pierced dick like the little bitch in heat we both know she can be. No offense, babe.”

Sandy was flustered, perhaps by my wink or my blessing to have her cake and eat it too as I glided his zipper down over his crotch and fished out the cheating dick she admired so much.

“Man, you got a little freak in you, huh, baseball star?” Simeon wide-grinned, wetting his mouth for a kiss. So Robyn was onto something with those fluid rumors?

“Nah, partner, not like that,” I replied to the eagerness of his eyes, catching the satire of his hard pierce dick in my hand without letting my mouth give in to him. I reached behind his heavy balls, stroking its hairy balls sending chills rupturing up his spine. I craned my neck into his ear and whispered sweet nothings, giving him my permission to have fun with our woman.

I let him go. He moved towards to bed where she was anxious for him. I caught him, spun him around onto the bench at the foot of the bed. He was startled, scared. His greatest fear that this was a setup revealed, as he clenched his fist read for my first blow—if I was to ever deliver one. I kneeled before him. His eyes hoped I changed my mind, and that my mouth might be of service somewhere on his person. But I merely removed his dirty boots and damp socks before I called my wife over to help her other man out of his jeans.

“Don’t be scared now.” I raked my hand through her long silky hair as I took hold of his leaping pierced bullhorn again, introducing her awaiting mouth onto him. His hand soon replaced mine atop of her head, and coached, “Do what your hubby says, baby girl. He’s a very wise man.”

I moved to my feet, taking much delight in the view below. He guided her head deeper into his lap. Sandy gurgled, forced to take his thickened length down to the root, passed the comfort of her mouth, and puffed extremely hard when she came up for air. Simeon built a rhythm. A rhythm my libertine wife tried to thwart fisting his dick as a stopper for her mouth.

I leaned in, prying away her fingers. “Uh-un, sweetheart,” I warned like a loving parent. “I taught you better than that. Show our guess what we know you can really do with that mouth of yours!”

Sandy took my words to heart, passing through her usual resistances to deep throat him with a passion becoming of his full manhood.

“There you go, baby girl!” Simeon swooned on the road to a euphoric paradise filled with loud slobs and sweet drools. “Pretty little mouth.”

“What’d I tell you?” I reminded her in her sweet groove on him. “Don’t ever be a lazy, bitch. Your slob game is weak when you have to bring in your hand to do all the work for you. For the life you get to live—especially with this new bonus I brought to the table—your mouth should be operating like an above-waist pussy.”

“Hmmm,” Sandy hummed on his dick.

Simeon tittered. “Eh, boy, I think she needs to be reminded so she doesn’t ever forget.”

I caught the emphasis on the word. But I was too caught up looking at where he was nodding to correct him. Sitting on a chair in the corner was a hand paddle Sandy and I sometimes used in our play.

She must’ve had eyes behind her head or could read his mind well because before I turned back around her panties were already down mid-thigh showing off her firm shapely rear. She jumped, ready for the blow.

“Don’t be a lazy, bitch.”

Swat!

“Don’t ever be a lazy, bitch!”

Swat!

“And you don’t ever forget to make eye contact when you’re sucking a gorgeous dick like that!”

Swat! Swat! Swat!

Her vigor renewed. She sucked and sucked him hard, almost as if she could suck his special milk out of his pierced straw. I kept the paddle firm in hand, using it to remind her I was still there as her cunt juices glistened bright against its wrinkled folds.

“Aw shet!” Simeon groaned after my fingers probed her sweet spot.

“You sound like you want to bust that nut?” I mocked.

“I can’t lie. I could…just like this. You must’ve taught her good how to suck dick ‘cause I don’t remember the game like this.”

“We’ve had plenty of practice…and much inspiration.” I flashed the paddle in lieu of the collar I had elsewhere in the room.

“Um-hmm.” Sandy agreed with a mouthful of dick.

“Plenty of practice.” I smirked, thinking how I had a wife who could suck me bone dry and pussy on demand, and it still wasn’t enough.

“You think it’s time to fuck this pussy?” Simeon asked.

“I think she needs to be fucked.”

Sandy pulled off his dick so fast, I heard the clanking of his pierced metal tip scrape against her teeth when she hopped onto the bed, giggling.

“I guess she’s ready to get fucked. You sure about this, man?”

“Shit, yeah,” my smile widened. I couldn’t do much the first time I saw another man take my woman. And the second time, I was just one of many on a pit stop. But once he fucked her, right before my very eyes, she was mine to keep and to do this over and over again.

“I think after sucking a mean dick she deserves her reward, man. Ain’t that right, Snookums.” He teased badly.

Sandy beamed nevertheless. Her beautiful face said it all propped against the pillow playing with the folds between her squeezed thighs.

Simeon pulled off his shirt and climbed into the bed with her. Kissing and fondling her, like lovers in private with me being the little brother spying on them. His hand snaked down her taut frame to her eager mound. He pushed two fingers inside her wetness attentive to her gasps and moans, and he explored her spot.

“I got her going just thinking about it.” Simeon winked back at me.

I naturally assumed he was talking about his dick. Then something in her laugh said otherwise, a secret between them, between old lovers I was being filled in on.

“Come here.” He said to me.

I moved towards Simeon.

“Take that shit off.” He said of my pajamas.

I disrobed.

“Put your face right here, man.” He said parting her labia with two fingers.

I obliged, taking my cue to allow my tongue to make their leisurely rounds as I worked her into frenzy, her hips rolling onto my face like rough ocean waves as she came and came again. She bucked. Her body shook even more, letting out a wounded shriek as I slipped a couple of fingers inside of her and sucked her swollen clit robustly.

“Pull your fingers out.” Simeon snapped.

I did.

“Eat her out. Do that motorboat thing with your tongue.”

I did, feeling her natural juices lap back on me.

“Put just a finger back in.” He instructed.

I did, drumming it and hooking it under her ribbed sweet spot.

“Keep it there. Hit that spot…keep on hitting that spot…take your other hand pull back and press down on the skin right above the clit. Yeah, that’s it!”

I did. Her body writhed underneath my lone finger. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head like a demon possessed followed by this deafening squeal leaving her body. Her body tensed, froze stiff. Something magical happened, something unexplainable. Sandy wheezed. Exploded, shooting off like fireworks as she squirted her secretion, shooting high like a geyser in staggered pumps that refused to let up. What the fuck?

“Get back in there!” Simeon commanded suppressing my need to laugh at this crazy sight. “That’s how I got her to come off the pussy the very first time, man. I had this thing squirting like she was mad at the world!”

He pushed my head off her.

By the time I knew what was happening from my place on the floor, he was already balls deep in her slick pussy; her soaking muscles clenching around his long stiff pierced dick, loving every inch of it on her way to another orgasm.

“Give it to me, Big Daddy!” Sandy purred, gyrating her possessed hips against him and locked her legs around him.

Sandy gasped as he reared back and slammed into her with the easiest of ease and answered her with each stroke. “Only…if…you…want…it…like a bitch in heat!”

“Ehhh! God! Yes! Shit! Yes! Fuck!!!” My wife yelped without a care in the world to another man like I wasn’t even in the room. “I want it! Yes! I want it, Big Daddy!”

“You want what from Big Daddy?” Simeon taunted, rearing nearly all the way out of her.

“Your beautiful black cock!”

“Why’s that, San?!”

“Because I’m your fucking little bitch in heat that’s why! I need it in my hungry little slut box! Fuck me!”

Simeon slammed into her, completely owning her dominating her internally and externally in the moment.

As their mouths slipped deep into each other, their bodies poured with sweat, and their hard incessant grinding nothing more than a chorus of loud carnal slaps, I retreated to the chair I got my paddle from and sat down with my dick in hand, invisibly bound to the chair. This time not as a helpless partner to a vengeful lover, but as the loving husband of a joyful wife squirming in sheer pleasure under a man who wasn’t me and not giving a damn if our neighbors found out under her lustful tantrums.

Her violent heaves broke into scattering sobs birth from his power-trip thrusts. Her words in between mere gibberish and hyper manic; her body angered in lust, frustrated in passion, heated and spent and satisfied under his lone wield.

He reared back, slamming into her worn pocket once more, his long, pierced dick glistening bright from her continuing juices. He couldn’t hold back, and he cried out every so often as he held back as best he could for as long as he could, vowing he was a minute off from blowing his top but finding the strength to hold on. “Shit! This pussy is gggrrreeeaaattt!” Simeon stammered a hard groan. This time was different. This time I saw his balls retract up his body. His shaft convulsed, pumping his seed before he gave another verbal cry, stuttered, and slammed against her newest screech either by the forced being leveled against her or the heat of his semen being drained into her delighted body.

He rolled to the side of her after a while.

“Eh, boy.” Simeon called out at me rubbing my spent load over my hardened torso. “Clean me up and get something to clean up the missus.”

I staggered out of my chair to the bathroom where I warmed and wet two washcloths.

“Nuh-uh, partner,” Simeon tut-tutted with a smooth finger wag standing in the threshold. “No rag. You said yourself you like a sloppy cunt. Thank the very thing that made it possible by cleaning it with your tongue, man.”

“I’m not gay, dawg.” I dismissed the notion.

“Who said you were? I wasn’t planning on breaking you off like I did your wife. I’m just saying a thank you is in order for the very thing that made this night possible.”

I looked at his dick, angled down and still swollen with fugacious blood, and reluctantly moved towards him ready to hand off his rag.

“Nuh-uh, partner,” he tut-tutted once more with his finger going. “Not another step, I need you to crawl for this prize!”

Even to this day, I don’t why or when my knees hit the ground or my hands palmed the tile floor. I don’t even remember sniffing around his shaft running along my cheek or licking his balls or gorging on his dick. All I remember is the taste of my wife on him and his sweet and salty cum around her folds as I cleaned her up double time with my tongue a deep long hour before drifting off to sleep.

“You married a good one, Sandy.” Simeon applauded me the next morning, throwing on his clothes from the night before. “Your man is cool as fuck! I don’t even watch ball games like that, but I’m definitely a fan now!”

I paid him little mind in my groggy state, reaching down on my wife to find her pussy freshly warm and moist as I slipped my dick inside of it, wishing he could stay and deposit another load I could swim in.

“Lock up, Sweetheart.” I hissed as I pulled off and watch my wife escort him out the door. “And, by the way, since I’m flipping the bill for your apartment, Simeon, might I suggest you get a comfortable chair for that spacious bedroom of yours if you don’t already have one!”

He chuckled on the other side of the threshold. “I’ll do that, man. How about the two of you come by to see it the day after tomorrow? Give me a chance to pick one out today with a buffered to have it delivered within two?”

“All right!” I shouted touching my sticky boner and probing my cheek with my tongue.

I moved to my feet and out the door in time to catch my wife and her lover share a lewd kiss with his fingers where my dick recently was.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Most guys fantasize about two girls at once. I fantasize about my wife taking on more than one guy. For starters, this wasn’t at all half bad.

“I’m going to level with you kid, and be blunt, you’re too gay to be an actor. I can’t send you out on auditions, you’d never get cast in anything.”

 It was the spring of 1982, I was 34; I was in my midtown Manhattan office. After college, I had no real direction, I was led by my dick. An older friend I was fucking got me a job with a casting agent. I learned the business and how to spot talent. More importantly, there was an endless supply of beautiful boys to fuck. I was born in Brooklyn and am direct.

 Six years after I began my career, at the age of 28, I struck out on my own with success. The Don Castellano Agency was a solid B-level operation. I wasn’t focused enough on the business to reach the heights; I was more focused on getting laid. My clients mostly got work on soap operas, in Off-Broadway theater and featured roles in New York-shot movies. A few became well known performers.

 As a gay man and a total top, again a major lure of the business was encountering a legion of highly fuckable young guys. Some were high and mighty and fled my office with their dignity and their asses intact when I propositioned them. However, many were willing to put out for even a remote chance of landing a job. 

Every afternoon, a mailman delivered a sack of envelopes containing dozens of black and white 8×10 headshots from aspiring hopefuls. My assistant culled through them, sending those from females and older men to junior agents, and passing on those from attractive young guys to me. If looking at a headshot made my dick hard, I’d have my secretary set up an appointment with the guy. Then there were the ones who showed up at the office without an appointment. If they were young cute guys, my secretary would have them wait in the reception area until I was free. It they weren’t, she’d politely allow them to leave their headshots in a bin, and politely send them on their way.

 I’d size them up. If they were straight, I might at least get a blowjob from them with the promise of signing them up, which I did if they had talent. If they were obviously gay, that was a whole other realm. There was no market in the business in 1982 for obvious or out gay actors. However, there was a lucrative market for them in the world’s oldest profession. I had an arrangement with pimps, I got a $1000 bounty for each boy I sent to them. There were also porn producers in need of performers, or guys in town who wanted a young male companion for a good time. Being a casting agent was a license to pimp. A grand Fire Island house must be paid for somehow. I was a sleaze, but not a thug. The boys I sent to degradation all went of their own free will. They were fucked up and needed a strong man to step in and guide them to their destinies. Usually, they either grew up without fathers or their fathers were repelled by them because they were fags, they had psychological issues. Plus, being young their hormones were raging and the idea of getting lots of dick excited many of them deep down.

 I was into the clone look back then and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I did. I was 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape at 34. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair was cut short, and I had a mustache. My voice was deep and masculine. Oh, and I was hung. My cut dick was exactly eight inches and was real a beauty, I had a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I was irresistible and I knew it.

 “I’m going to level with you kid, and be blunt, you’re too gay to be an actor. I can’t send you out on auditions, you’d never get cast in anything,” I said for the umpteenth time to another pixie doodle sitting in my office. This one was named Dana. He was a medium height wispy blue-eyed blond 19-year-old from Vermont who worked as a waiter in a fancy restaurant. No doubt he got the job because he was eye candy, he probably put out for it. He was wearing his uniform of a black suit, white shirt and black tie, he had a shift at 5:00 PM. He was so adorable and clean cut. I’d popped a major boner when I saw his headshot, he had such luscious cocksucking lips! I never even turned it over to see his resume! With that mouth on him, who the fuck cared where he was taking acting classes?!

 “You look like such a fag in your headshot. That would be okay if there was a touring company of The Boys in the Band to cast you in, but there isn’t. There’s not much of a future for you in the business” Dana sat stunned and blushing in his chair. “Do you like to suck cock?” I asked.

 Dana just sat there in silence. No one had ever spoken to him like this before, and he liked it, I could see that he was hard in his black suit pants. He got teary-eyed and nodded.

 “Cool, some of my best friends are cocksuckers.” I stood, undid my jeans. I stroked my hard big dick and sat back down. Dana’s eyes had grown wide, oh yeah. He saw what I had and liked what I had for him, that’s why he stayed. That’s why they all stayed.

 “If you’re good at it, I know someone who could put you to work doing it.”

 This was not sexual harassment! It was not sexual coercion! Dana could have got up and left my office. He didn’t. On the contrary, he got up and got on his knees by my desk.

 “Oh Dana!” I chuckled, “You’ve done this before!”

 Indeed, this little bitch was going to town on my cock! His cute young mouth opened wide, curling those cocksucking lips of his and licked my dickhead. “Good boy!” He was licking my shaft, and took it all in down to the base like a pro. “Do my balls.” He was now gobbling my balls. “Suck me.” He went back to sucking my cock.

 “Do you like to get fucked?” He looked up at me with my cock stuffed in his mouth, he nodded!

 “Of course, you do” I pulled my dick out of his mouth. “Pull down your pants and bend over my desk.” Dana got up, undid his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear. His nice-sized dick was rock hard. He bent over my desk, he had a fantastic fleshy ass, the kind that was meant to be fucked. I reached into a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. I put a gob on my cock and slicked it up, I put a gob on Dana’s ass crack.

 “AHHH!” wailed Dana as I shoved my cock deep into him. He was no virgin, his chute parted with ease but was still nice and tight. I fucked him with a steady rhythm. His ass bucked back at my hips and dick, he was a boy who loved getting fucked, that was for sure. His whimpering was such a turn on. Here I was, fucking a beauty on my desk at three in the afternoon. What a life!

 “Oh, I bet guys you wait on leave you big tips because they want to fuck you, I bet you slip them your phone number, so they can take you out. I bet you go on dates with them and then after, you suck their cocks and then spread your ass for them. You’re a real little slut, aren’t you?” I hissed.

 Dana was driven over the brink by my cock, my fucking and my dirty talk, he hollered as shot his load on my desk. A few more thrusts and I was cumming in his ass. I pulled out and wiped my cock off and did up my jeans.

 “Here, clean yourself up” I said handing Dana a towel. He wiped his ass and threw the towel in the trash. He redid his pants and underwear.

 “If you’re interested in escorting, call this guy” I said handing him a business card that said: Alberto Vazquez (212) ***-****

 Dana took the card and left.

 Alberto Vazquez was a 25-year-old Puerto Rican stud from the Bronx who’d been a client of mine. He was very talented but apart from playing thugs and drug dealers on episodic television, it wasn’t happening for him in the business. He turned to hustling, lots of guys paid plenty to pig out on his eight and half inch uncut Latin cock. Eventually, he found it easier instead to turn his cute young white boyfriend into a whore. His boyfriend turned tricks, kicked back the money to Alberto, he lived the life! He’d gone through four such boys in the last two years. He’d get bored and threw them out and move on. I knew he was looking for a new one and thought he and Dana would be a perfect match. Alberto would love tapping that and putting him to work. Dana would be in heaven on his knees and on his back taking Alberto’s pinga.

 Alberto was a smooth operator. He lived on 39th and Lexington Avenue in a penthouse apartment in a stately building. He’d take his new boy out to a nice dinner at close by French restaurant, like a date. He’d wine and dine them and get to know them. They’d go back to his place and fuck. He knew just how to bond with a submissive gay boy and within days they were turning tricks for him. Today, it would be said that they were dickmatized by him.

 “Mr. Vazquez is on line 2” said my secretary over the intercom about a week after I’d fucked Dana on my desk.

 “Don! How’s it going!”

 “Just great, Alberto.”

 “Hey, the new kid you sent has worked out well!”

 “Glad to hear it.” Ah, of course Dana called Alberto! I bet he couldn’t quit that restaurant fast enough after taking Alberto’s cock and the promise of getting it regularly in return for being pimped out. Some gay men think with their dicks, Dana was like most who thought with their mouths and asses and got treated accordingly.

 “Come by anytime for your taste.”

 “Will do, take care.”

 A few nights later, I went to the East Side, to Rounds, an elegant gay bar on 53rd Street between Second and Third Avenues. It was a hustler bar, where the elite went when they wanted to buy a boy. Alberto was sitting in a booth alone drinking a martini. He was wearing a custom-made gray pin-stripe suit, white shirt and tie. He looked like a successful young businessman, which he was.

 “Don! Good to see you!” I sat down in the booth. “Waiter! Jack Daniels on the rocks.” Alberto knew my drink, it arrived soon after.

 “Thanks so much Don!” said Alberto passing an envelope to me, I didn’t have to open it, I knew there were 10 $100 bills in it. Alberto lit up a Newport.

 “Dana is muy bueno!” laughed Alberto, “He’s taken to the life and is a great worker. ”

 During the day, Dana worked the East Side porn stores giving blowjobs for $20 a pop in the buddy booths or going back to tricks’ hotel rooms for some afternoon delight. Alberto would hang out a diner, Dana would report back to him and turn over the money. At 5:00 PM they were at Rounds in a booth. Men would come over, pay Alberto $100, then go off with Dana to a hotel across the street for a fuck session.

 “With all the dick that puta gets, he still wants mine!” laughed Alberto. “Of course, he’s fucked out and passes out at night. After all, he turns five or six, sometimes seven tricks a night. In the morning, he’s all dewy and frisky. He’s in bed sucking my cock, I shave his ass and throw him a fuck before I put him to work, he’s happy.”

 “Hello Don” said Dana, he had come over to the booth, after servicing his most recent trick.

 Alberto ran a classy operation; Dana was decked out like a trim fuckable preppy boy. He was wearing Brooks Brothers khakis, Alden shoes, and a pink Lacoste polo shirt with the collar turned up.

 “Nice to see you again, Dana.”

 “Hey, the guy over there in the seersucker suit is your next trick” said Alberto.

 “Ok” said Dana. 

“So long, Dana” I said as he went off with a guy in his 50’s.

 “Nice catching up with you, Alberto.” We shook hands and I went to the bar with $1000 in my pocket, I got another drink and lit up a Camel. I looked around at the panorama, old guys looking to buy a boy, animated boys looking to land a trick, tough guys who were pimps overseeing their inventory and collecting their cash. Nearby sitting on wingchair was an old, suited guy. Sitting on his lap was the smiling 18-year-old Vince. He was a cute dark curly-headed lively boy. I had fucked him in my office three months ago and sent him to Nestor. Nestor was a rough customer; his operation was a stable of four boys he kept in his Spanish Harlem apartment in a bedroom with two bunk beds. He drove them around and put them to work in East Side bars and hotels. He had an opening, I thought Vince would be a good fit and sent him to Nestor. Vince took a while to get used to the life, but Nestor knocked sense into him. I saw Vince get up from the guy’s lap, the old guy got up, the crotch of his suit trousers was tenting, he was quite aroused by the prospect of fucking Vince. They left together.

 I stopped off at the Adonis on 50th and 8th Avenue to unwind. This gay porn palace was around the corner from my apartment. It was exciting to see Mark up on the screen in a fuck flick. He’d been a beautiful blond flaming Southern boy who was clearly photogenic, but he was too gay for real movies. After fucking him in my office, I sent him to Murray Brandt, a major porn producer. Soon, Mark was a porn star bottom for about two years. There he was now in a prison flick getting gang raped in the shower by a posse of Blacks and Latins. A cute college student-type wearing glasses sat down next to me. I undid my jeans, hauled out my hard cock and got a nice blowjob from him.

 Months passed without any more contact with Alberto and Dana, we were all busy with our own businesses. One weekend I was at my Fire Island house in July. I was invited to Sunday brunch by a Broadway producer in his 40s. It had been a surprise when the front door was opened by Dana. He was wearing just a red Speedo, which he nicely filled out in the front and back. He looked gorgeous; my dick instantly got hard.

 “Dana nice to see you! You’ve come up in the world, you must be Morton’s new houseboy.”

 “That I am.”

 “Good for you.”

 “They’re out in back.”

 “I know the way.”

 There were six of us altogether, in our 30’s and 40’s. We were all in various swimsuits and were all in great shape. Dana was busy serving us brunch and pitchers of Bloody Marys. “Yum” said Randall, who was in publishing, as he groped Dana’s ass through his Speedo.

 After brunch, Milton announced, “Dana will be available in the cabana.” The cabana was a miniature version of Philip Johnson’s Connecticut Glass House. with a single bed inside that was near the pool. Indeed, Dana was now in the cabana, he was visible through the glass. Milton’s after-brunch fuckfests were famous, he always got the best boys, of which Dana definitely was, I knew! A bucket was passed with slips of paper, each guest took one. The numbers were from one to six, the order in which the guests got to fuck Dana. Mine was three.

 “Yes!” yelled Victor, a Venezuelan-born fashion designer in his 30’s who had drawn number one. He raced to the cabana, took off his swimsuit, revealing his big uncut Latin dick. We could see Dana sucking it through the glass.

“So, Milton,” I said, “The last I knew, Dana was working for Alberto, how’d you get him away?”

 “Well, I had Dana a few times from going to Rounds. Alberto booked a guest-spot on The A-Team, and decided to relocate and start over in LA. Dana was now available, I swooped in and offered him the house boy gig for the summer, he was most grateful. A boy with his gifts was meant to be used, and he is. Look at him go!”

 “I know! I made him what is he today!” I laughed; we were now watching Victor vigorously fucking Dana doggie style. I sipped a Bloody Mary as I watched Miles, a real estate developer get his cock sucked by Dana, and then fuck him. It was my turn; I entered the glass cabana. I tossed off my swimsuit. Dana chowed down on my cock; he sure was experienced now. Then I fucked him on his back. I returned to the pool area for another drink and watched as Dana did Morton, then Randall, and finally Marcel, a film company executive.

 Dana put his Speedo back on and stumbled out of the glass cabana, he could barely walk, that was understandable after just getting his ass fucked six times. He went into the house, returning with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Marys for us. Gradually, the gathering broke up.

 At night, I went with friends to a drag show. On my own later, I strolled through The Meat Rack and got a blowjob from a twink. I saw Dana on his knees sucking on some hot model’s dick. Dana was insatiable and was appealing to get great dick. I fucked Dana a few more times that summer at Morton’s. Summer ended.

 On Thanksgiving, I went to a dinner party given by Roger, a college professor. Afterward, a few of us went over to the Gaiety for some entertainment. The Gaiety in Times Square was the place to go to see boys dance and strip. It was mobbed as due to the holiday; gay men wanted to be somewhere festive. Various boys of different types performed. Then Dana came out shirtless wearing light blue gym shorts. He danced with animation to the Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited,” with his lithe body. He lap-danced with guys in the audience who put money in his shorts. He then left the stage. He returned nude, his dick was hard, his balls jiggled, and his ass was perfect, he was beautiful. With frenzy, he danced to Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf.” I and many in the audience threw dollar bills on the stage. I was happy to see that Dana was performing and got quite a haul money which he scooped up. In the lounge there was a punchbowl and chips. There, the dancers mingled with customers in hopes of turning tricks outside of the theater. I saw the beaming Dana strutting around, getting groped and chatting with guys, I got so fucking hard seeing him be so forward with men, peddling his ass. I rarely get carried away, but I wanted to fuck him so badly then and there.

 “How much?” I whispered to him without a trace of recognition of our past involvements when he passed by me. I spoke to him like the whore he had become, for which I was somewhat responsible for.

 “40 for a blowjob, 100 to go all the way” he said in a flat voice.

 I peeled off five 20’s and handed them to him. I ditched my friends; we left the Gaiety. I followed Dana across the street to a dumpy hotel whose clientele were whores and their tricks. I paid $20 to the desk clerk and a got a key.

 In the room, I undid my fly and hauled out my dripping hard cock. There was no mere blowjob. No, I was possessed and skull-fucked Dana. I rammed my eight inches in and out of his stretched-out mouth, I could feel my dickhead scratching his tonsils. Dana took it like the champ cocksucker he was. Then the main event. I picked him up and tossed him on the bed on his back. I ripped off his gym shorts and T-shirt, he was wearing a white jockstrap, he raised his legs and spread his hole for me. From the night table, I grabbed the Vaseline jar conveniently there. I gobbed up my cock, I didn’t gob his hole, I wanted him to really feel it. I slammed my cock right in him. I fucked and fucked his ass, it felt so good, it was a power trip. Dana gurgled from the delight I was giving him. His jock was now moist and stained from his load my cock caused him to shoot off. I pulled my cock out and blasted my cum all over his chest, some hit him in his face. I wiped my dick off with his gym shorts, did my jeans up and walked out, leaving him drenched in my cum. I was exhilarated.

 The next summer, I was on Fire Island. I went to Morton’s for Sunday brunch. The door was opened not by Dana, but by a different blond twink in a red Speedo. “Hi, I’m Boyd…”

 Out by the pool, Boyd served us brunch and drinks. The we drew numbers and took turns fucking Boyd in the glass cabana. He was almost as good as Dana. Whatever happened to Dana? I know you like happy endings, and this story has one.

 A few nights later I was at a Fire Island charity event at a lavish home with a lot of A-listers. I saw the silver-haired Marvin Gold across the room and went over to say hello. He was an older, handsome, very successful lighting and antiques dealer with an East Side show room. His crowning glory was hanging a chandelier at the White House for Jackie, the picture of them together is amazing. He had his arm around a cute blond.

 “Don! Meet my new lover, Dana.”

 Dana was a vision. He was tanned and wearing red-striped Brooks Brothers shorts, a taut black Lacoste shirt, black Gucci loafers and Ray Bans. He stood taller and looked so confident.

 “Dana, this is an old friend, Don Castellano.”

 “Nice to meet you” he said shaking my hand, “I’m going to mix” said Dana in a calm voice, smiling at Marvin as he left.

 Marvin and I sat on the terrace with our drinks.

 “So, Marvin, you finally settled down, congratulations!”

 “Well, I turned 60, and it was time to start to take it easier and share life and what I worked for with someone.”

 “Nice, how did you two meet?”

 “I’m not going to bullshit you!” laughed Marvin, “At the Gaiety! I was smitten seeing him dance and strip. I made a beeline to the lounge to pay him for a date. I became a steady client and one thing led to another. I don’t care that he’s been around the block. He’s down to earth and has a good head on his shoulders.”

 “I bet he does, the sex must be awesome.”

 “Oh man, it’s fucking fantastic to wake up in the morning with him next to me in bed sucking my cock! I get to fuck that honey pot of an ass he has every night! Of course, he’s well taken care of, and he has his freedom, I have no illusions. I’m training him in the business, if he sticks around it will all be his one day. We’re very happy…”

 Indeed, they were very happy, they lived on Park Avenue, there were first-class buying trips to Europe, the best seats at Broadway shows and meals at top restaurants. A 40-year age difference can be surmounted. Dana played his cards right and landed a super Sugar Daddy. Marvin got a sweet slutty boytoy to please him and to show off to his old codger pals.

 Dana did have his freedom. I saw him alone around on the circuit, at all the major gay haunts. The Anvil, The Mineshaft and the Club Baths. It was fascinating seeing have him sex with hot guys his own age, he could indulge in that now that he’d hit a gold mine with Marvin. I never approached him; I had gotten him out of my system after our fuck in the whore hotel.

 Marvin and Dana were together for 32 years until Marvin’s death at a young age2, they had gotten married, and Dana got everything. He later sold the business to a conglomerate for a bundle, the name remained “Marvin Gold Lighting & Antiques,” as it was prestigiously old school. Dana stayed on as a highly paid consultant before retiring to Palm Springs and taking up with a hot Puerto Rican in his 30’s. Dana and I are Facebook friends, I recently wished him a happy 60th birthday. Time does fly.

 I’m here happily alone in my Wilton Manors, Florida, condo. I’m part of the gay community and social scene there, I retired long ago. At 75 with Viagra, I still have my urges, young paid companions take care of those.

 The other day, I was searching around in the file cabinets for some documents for taxes and I came across a box filled with boys’ headshots whom I had fucked in my office and then passed onto pimps for $1000 each. I had saved these as trophies, I saw Dana’s and it took me back. Most of the others did not have such happy endings. Oh well, that’s life.  

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

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Something I heard a lot when I was younger is that every man should travel, at least once, alone. I ended up doing so and… wow.

Back in my college days, I decided to study abroad for a year. I had studied Spanish, and it made sense to stay with a Spanish-speaking country rather than start from scratch somewhere else. I looked into Spain, Argentina, Mexico… the big, obvious countries. But then I saw something different: Costa Rica. Now today, Costa Rica is a world-famous tourist mecca. But at the time, in the early 1990s, it was one of the most obscure parts of the world, on no one’s radar. When hearing that I was thinking of studying there, more than one person “corrected” me by saying, “It’s pronounced ’Puerto Rico.’”

Well, fuck that shit. I liked the idea of going to the “end of the earth,” and figured if nothing else, I could impress my friends for having survived living in the rainforest. I signed up for the language program and shipped out.

It was great. My program was pretty small, about 20 of us, and I quickly pulled together a mixed gang of friends. Costa Rica was an unspoiled paradise. It felt like we were off the grid, and seeing the real world—and because there were so few visitors, we were essentially a novelty wherever we went.

My gang and I skipped town for weekends away when we could, going to distant places and at one point camping out literally in the rainforest. I was proud to have been the only one who correctly assembled my tent, and consequently, stayed dry for the weekend.

Toward the end, another one of guys talked about a quick trip he had taken to a place called Puerto Viejo in the far south east of the country, not far from the Panama border. I gather today the place is quite hopping, but back then it was literally at the end of the road. As remote as remote could be. I tried to get the gang together to go there, but after the soggy camping disaster, folks wanted a place with more infrastructure.

So, remembering the notion that every man should travel alone at least once, I decided to go there myself for a couple of days over the weekend.

And getting there… was an adventure. You had to go via bus—a retired school bus, to be exact. Along the way, the highway out there went from being a paved road, to a dirt road, to being an… aspirational road. I got there to find a lovingly ramshackle village that had only had electricity for a couple of years. But it was the most shockingly beautiful place I had ever been.

And pretty much, I had the place to myself.

I learned that it had a minor reputation as a surfer’s paradise—home of the so-called salsa brava. But it was the wrong time of year, so there were next to no visitors. There was an open-air restaurant that served as a makeshift nightclub on Friday Saturday nights, but other than that there was not much to do. Restaurants were essentially people’s houses; you walked in and they whipped up something for you in their kitchen while wrangling their kids.

I found a guy who had a few small rooms to rent. It cost me about $2.50 per night… and that’s about what it was worth. There were six total rooms, divided by ¼-inch particle board partitions that didn’t reach to the floor or the ceiling. There was one shared bathroom. Because there was no one there, I essentially had my pick of the rooms, and grabbed one that at least had a decent window.

Well, OK. Here I was. Traveling on my own.

The trip in was long, and I got in just before dusk. I grabbed Friday night dinner from Miss Cicely’s house—her family immigrated from Jamaica and she served me the best tropical dinner (and yes, my only choice was to order “dinner”) I’ve had in my life. Damn, I still dream about that. Afterwards, I wandered around and found a local pool hall that seemed lively. I joined in, grabbed a drink from a guy at the counter who offered beer, rum… and for the truly adventurous, local fire-water called guaro. I stuck with beer.

Slowly I got into things. Cool music. Cool vibe. The place was social and friendly, but totally laid back. I was the curiosity, so everyone had to play me, asking relentlessly what America was like… and what American women were like. Over drinks and I swapped stories and heard local gossip, and was told where to get the best weed—and the going rate for how much to bribe the police if I got caught.

It was… nothing, really. But it was fan-fucking-tastic.

Tired and somewhat buzzed, I stumbled back to my room, hoping to rest up to hit the beach bright and early. Even with the window, that tiny room had little air, and I settled in for a sweaty sleep on top of the sheets.

I must have drifted off for a while, but was abruptly awakened by voices. Damn. It seemed I was going to have company next door.

Somewhat to my irritation, I realized both my bed and the bed in the other room were pushed flush against the particle board partition.

Worse, I realized it was a guy and a girl, who were feeling frisky, on the other side of a particle board partition.

Worst of all, I realized they both spoke English, meaning I was going to hear everything, in exquisite detail, from a guy and a girl, who were feeling frisky, on the other side of a particle board partition.

Oh fuuuuuuck me. It was like I was in fucking bed with them.

From what I could tell, he was American and she was Australian. They had met up earlier that night, and wanted a fling. I could respect that. Hell, if I hadn’t been so beat, I’d be doing the same thing. I quietly hoped they would be… efficient.

Of course they weren’t. What happened over the next three FUCKING HOURS was a cat-and-mouse game of Romeo trying every trick in his arsenal to finally seal the deal with Juliet. And she kinda wanted it, and was willing to mess around, but kept freaking out at the last minute. And he’d try a different play, move the ball forward… and she’d freak out. Again. Again and again and FUCKING AGAIN. I felt like I knew way too much about what revved each of their engines. It took every bit of control to keep from yelling out, “Jesus fucking Christ… just DO it and roll over and go to sleep already!”

Finally, Romeo gave up, and I heard Juliet gather up her stuff and quietly slip away. FINALLY.

But in the meantime, all that drinking had caught up with me. There was no way I was going to move while everything was going down, but we had started to reach a danger point. I waited, hugely impatiently, to see if the guy was going to do anything.

Sure enough… guys are guys. A couple of minutes later I could hear the tell-tale sound of a guy starting to beat his meat. Perfect cover, I veeeeeery quietly slid off the bed and started tiptoeing down the hall to the shared bathroom.

And, perfectly in line with everything else in the evening, just when I got to the hall, I heard him get up. I turned around, and nearly collided with a very naked man. His dick still pretty gorged, if a bit deflated, and pointing right at me. Fucking shit.

Romeo had no concept that anyone was remotely around, and understandably freaked… jumping back and swinging his hands to shield his privates.

The light was pale, but I got a good look at him. And immediately thought that Juliet was the stupidest fucking idiot in the world. I mean, I’m 100% straight, but was stunned by him. He had an incredible body; an athletic build loaded with muscles, built up from steady use rather than posing in the gym. He had a hairy chest, and a distinct trail of hair that ran down from his bellybutton to a full man-bush. With fine, shoulder-length hair and a scrappy beard of like 3-week’s growth. He had a strong, angular face, made more masculine with his scruffy beard.

Juliet could have done way worse.

Seeing him spooked like that, I raised my hands and said calmingly, “Dude, it’s OK, sorry to scare you. Just got up to take a leak.”

He calmed a bit, and nodded at me. “Uhhh… OK….” He was about to say something else, but then a panicked look shot across his face. Then slowly turned to see where I came from… and absolute mortification flashed over his face. “Oh fuck. Were you…? Did you…? Oh… fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Dude I am so sorry.”

And now I was embarrassed, watching this guy standing in front of me naked, realizing I had heard everything as his planned-for romantic conquest went to shit. And then the… um, afterparty. “Dude, no… it’s cool. It’s totally cool.” Shit, what do I even say? “It’s my fault… I should have warned you. I’m so sorry.”

Damn. As irritated as I had been while it was all going down, I couldn’t help but feel for this guy at what had to be a low point of his entire life. I tried to think of something, anything to break the unbearable cringe of it all. And I started babbling. “Dude, you were doing everything right. Fuck her. She was crazy. I mean, look at you! I have no idea what her problem was… I’d fucking do you in a second.”

OH HOLY FUCK WHAT DID I JUST SAY? How is it possible I could make an already-unbearably embarrassing moment a thousand times worse??!?

“Shit,” I said, desperate to backpedal. “That’s… totally not what I mean. I just… you… shit.”

Well, I guess it broke the ice. Romeo looked at me blankly for a beat, and then started laughing. Hard. Despite my humiliated stance, I soon joined him and we were barely able to stand.

“Oh God, stop, stop! I have to pee so bad I’m about to explode!” I desperately ran into the bathroom and pissed so hard I about drilled a hole in the porcelain. He used the break to wrap a towel across his waist. I came out and said, “OK. We almost had a situation. Better now. But why don’t we go our separate ways.”

He gave a quiet nod, and I slid back into my room.

Morning was only slightly less awkward. I saw him again as I was coming out of the shower; he was clearly ready to use the bathroom himself. It was an awkward side-by-side as we slid past each other. As I got my stuff together, I of course couldn’t help but reflect on everything that happened, and decided to just be straightforward. I mean, it was a small town and a much smaller lodge… best to just deal with this directly and be done with it.

I gave him a decent amount of time to get himself together after his shower, then popped my head around the corner and knocked lightly. “Hey man, you have a second? I just wanted to clear the air.” He was standing there shirtless. Damn. He looked good. He looked up at me and nodded. I went on: “Look, I’m… sorry how things went down last night. I totally wasn’t trying to spy on you, or to creep out on you… I should’ve done something, said something so you knew I was there. I know… we’ll be seeing each other, and I just didn’t want things to be any more awkward. I’m… sorry, man.”

He sighed heavily, looked up at me for a second, then down. He had somewhat of a defeated air to him. “Nah, man… it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… shit. Just the perfect ending to a shity day. It didn’t help that…. Shiiiiiiit. Talk about mixed signals! She was all over me, all night. And seemed like she was totally into it, but just never…. I mean, we can all change our mind, and I sure as Hell wouldn’t force myself on anyone, but… damn.”

“Sorry man. It just sucks. And I can’t see what her problem was.” I made damn sure not to comment again on how hot his body was.

“Yeah, it’s been a long run of striking out. I don’t get it. I don’t think I’m, you know… ugly. And I’m not some jackass. But I am a guy with needs. And the last month I’ve been here, I haven’t once gotten to first base. Damn, I mean… what’s with this country? And it’s not just first base, I haven’t even gotten up to the plate yet.”

I nodded, companionly. “I get it. I’m here on a program. None of the guys—none of them—have gotten close enough to even smell a girl, even though the whole fucking country is teaming with hotties. But every single woman ended up with some local guy within five minutes!”

He laughed. “Yeah… I admit, I’m not really a player. But I thought I had some kind of game. Damn!”

We both laughed. I leaned in and extended my hand. “I’m Noah, by the way.”

“Jesse. Good to meet you.” He had a nice strong handshake. “How long are you in the country for?”

“Here for a year, mostly studying Spanish, and picking up other stuff along the way. You?”

Jesse nodded. “I’m… just kinda playing it by ear. I decided to take a year or so off, wanted to see the world. I’ve had some things lined up, but now am just killing time. This place looked good on a map, so I made my way here. Not sure where to next, this is kinda the end of the road.”

At this point, my stomach started making sounds, and we both laughed. I considered for a minute, and then made a decision. I’m usually more of an introvert, but I was enjoying this guy’s vibe. “Well, Jesse, that’s my body’s way to telling me it’s time for breakfast. Got plans? Wanna tag along?”

He did, and we ended up having a blast. He was… I dunno. We just had this connection. I was half-afraid he was going to be some sort of douchebag, a washed-out frat boy who hadn’t grown up. But he wasn’t anything like that. He was bold without being… cocky. He was interested in beer and women, of course, but interested in… like, everything. Intensely social, and great with everyone we met. It took only a few minutes and you felt like you were his best friend.

From breakfast, we grabbed some gear and made our way to the beaches at the edge of town. They were stunning, in ways I can’t even describe. It was just the two of us, and we set ourselves up for the day. While the waves were nowhere near being surf-ready, they were more than enough for a couple of greenhorns just splashing around in the surf. I got rolled again and again, one time nearly being thrown back onto the sand. Jesse didn’t fare much better. We both had to drop our trunks to shake out the sand.

In the daylight, my initial impression of him was definitely confirmed; my buddy had an amazing body. Tall and strong. Not overly defined, just real. Revealing real strength. Covered lightly with hair that was splashed across his pecs and ran down to his crotch. He oozed casual, confident masculinity. In some ways, he’d be like the perfect surfer dude, but he was… rougher. More rugged in his look.

I was a good match for him. In comparison, I was slightly shorter, with what I’d call a swimmer’s build. Still athletic, but just a tighter build than Jesse’s. I had a bit more hair. My last girlfriend had insisted on me shaving my balls, but here in Costa Rica I figured fuck that shit. I’m much more of a guy-next-door kind of guy—the perfect example of a corn-fed guy from the Midwest.

When we weren’t getting pummeled by the waves, or drinking the beer we had picked up in town, we fell into an easy conversation. It was… great. I’m not usually a big talker, but Jesse just had a way about him, you know? I think it helped that he was essentially a complete stranger, completely untied to any of the drama in my life. I could… talk to him. It felt safe. It helped that he was a great guy. He didn’t talk shit about anyone or anything, just had this exuberance about him. And he was surprisingly thoughtful. He had ideas about things… things I’d never thought about. Encouraging, and able to see how things would play out.

From his stories, his mannerisms, I could tell that he was intensely physical—the kind of guy who would climb over a mountain just because it was there. Or, tussle with his buds… or stop everything to throw around a ball. We shared a love of baseball, and he laughed hysterically when I told him my attempts to try to explain the game to the Costa Rican family I was living with. And, he was much more into physical touch. This was weird for me. Again, from growing up in the Midwest, guys didn’t touch each other for anything, ever. But Jesse punctuated his stories with playful punches to my arm, pats on my back, and more.

That stuck with me. His confidence. His familiarity. His casual, completely unforced, expansive masculinity. So different from my stoic upbringing.

The hours drifted by, and we never for a second got tired of each other’s company. I don’t know when I’ve had such a good time before. With basic anonymity, I felt free to be myself. Not worry about the long-term, but just savor the moment.  And… it really built up my confidence hanging out with Jesse. It was like he was seeing me as the best version of myself, like he thought I was somehow this incredible guy. He laughed at my jokes. Listened to my stories. Instinctively took my side as I talked about things. But… he pushed me, too. Got me to think about things I hadn’t thought of before. Urging me not settle, but to stay true to myself. We covered everything, relationships, parents, life plans, most embarrassing moments…

…sex…

It was helped by the awkward way we met, but we had an endless, rolling conversation about sex, what it meant, what we were looking for. None of the puffed-up, one-upmanship with my buddies, but real talk.

It was the best day of my life.

I think the moment that captured everything about that day was when it got near dusk, and we were looking at the sun over the water, laughing about some stupid story I told. Not sunset, just that golden time of day, with wind and waves and me drinking the last of our beers. He had his left arm draped around my shoulders, his right patting my chest as he howled in laughter. I looked at him. His eyes. Brown, but golden in the light. His eyes laughing as much as he was. Golden. A million miles deep. Filling me up with his golden light….

Damn. That was probably weird… but at the moment, I felt like a million bucks. Like I was… like, glowing.

It was strange, that glow didn’t really go away. We headed back to our rat-cage of a hotel, to clean up and hit the town nightclub. We had been excitedly talking about the evening’s possibilities all day, and had worked things out as best we could to give each other privacy on the assumption we were both going to get lucky. Young guys in our prime, confident in total victory, and ready for a night of good food and cold beer, and a helluva lot more.

We popped out of our respective rooms at the same time, me in a fairly tight T-shirt that showed off my upper body to its best form. Jesse was wearing a tropical shirt, unbuttoned and hanging loosely around him, showing his perfectly sculpted chest with its brush of curly hair.

Fuck, we were hot!

Unfortunately, the action at the nightclub … was not.

Again, there was hardly anyone in town, and any fool could have told us in advance that the “nightclub” would be a bust. There were a handful of other visitors—all guys. I think they were mostly German; the language barrier kept us from making much of a connection. The women who were there were primarily locals who were very obviously with their boyfriends, and pretty much engaged in levels of PDA that you could only find in a Latin beach bar at the end of the road.

Anyway, the music was blasting at the threshold of pain. It was a good Latin mix, but I hardly had the dance moves to do it justice. And I don’t think anyone would win watching a clueless gringo gyrating in the middle of an empty dance floor.

Instead, Jesse and I sat at the bar, savoring seafood that had been caught that very afternoon. Jesus, that was good. We started with beer, but were quickly convinced to try the house specialty, some sort of rum punch that had a wicked kick.

After a while, Jesse and I went back outside, commandeering a bench on the beach, looking out as the moon rose and set the sea to sparkle. The wind was warm with a wet, heavy smell—likely we would be getting rain sometime tonight. The music floated around us, now at a reasonable volume.

In any other time, this would have been romantic scene right out of a movie. But instead of some hottie, I had Jesse.

I couldn’t really complain, though. He was… his incredible self. A prince of a guy. All guy. A guy who would always have your back. A guy who made you feel special.

He made me feel special.

He made me feel….

Shit.

Shit. He was making me feel… I… don’t know.

I mean, there was just such a connection. Even in this light, I could make out the color of his eyes. That golden glow about them that just kinda… I dunno. He was holding my shoulder. Yeah. Jesse would never play around with you, never let you down. He was….

He was.

At some point, I was going on about something, staring ahead into the moonlight-shattered waves, and made myself laugh. I looked over at Jesse, and he was… just looking at me. With his eyes. He quickly looked away and laughed without missing a beat. But as we continued to sit there, nursing our drinks, I could feel his gaze on me, again. I turned and flashed him a smile. He kept looking at me… looking… then smiled himself. An open smile, and again turned to the water.

It must have been the booze. Normally, I’m a lot sharper. Clearer. But for some reason I was… confused. I mean, if I had been working on a girl, I’d know what to do. But Jesse was… well, obviously, a guy. Both of us were guys. What… was going on? What did it mean when a guy was…. Well, shit. He’s as straight as they come, and so am I. We’ve been talking about getting some pussy all day. It had to mean something else. It didn’t mean anything.

But… I don’t know that my body had gotten the message. There was a change in how we were interacting with each other. I realized the way I was sitting, the way I talked to him. The way my leg was bouncing. I was… aware of him. Responding to him. I was feeling a… lightheadedness, and not all of it was from the booze. There was just such a connection between us. It felt… like there was…

There was….

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Jesse said abruptly, “Hold up, gotta bleed the lizard.” He lurched up, and stood there for a second, making sure his legs didn’t wobble. He… took a few steps towards an obliging bush, fished around his pants. A second later I heard the tell-tale signs of a guy relieving himself. Something about that hit me. The essential maleness of it all, marking his territory, not giving a fuck. I remember seeing his dick last night when he almost ran into me. Big and fat, having just blown his wad after his date left him hanging. Big and fat. Wasted on that bitch. Big and…

Shit, Noah. Get a grip. That’s your buddy. Cut that shit out.

I got up, too. Not sure about the strange feeling going through me. My stomach felt… strange. I was hoping it wasn’t something I ate. It didn’t feel like that, but what else could it be?

Jesse walked back to me, his open shirt rippling in the sea breeze as he walked. That chest. That fucking chest… Just then, he stumbled, still a bit uncertain on his feet. He fell into me, nearly knocking us both down. I realized I was a bit unsteady myself, and just held him there until I was sure it was safe.

He stood back up to his full height, steadying himself with a hand on my shoulder. His eyes. Looking at me. His touch. Fuck.

And it hit me that I knew what the feeling in my gut was: butterflies.

Shit. There was a moment of mental panic. I looked down, and took an unsteady step back. Jesse gave a loose laugh, and looked away. I needed to escape. After a beat, I murmured, “Hey man, I think we’re both feeling the rum. There’s nothing going on here, and I think I’m pretty much done for the night. I’ll have to catch my bus back to San José in the morning… I think I’m calling it.”

Jesse nodded gravely. He cast his eyes around and said, “Yeah, you and me both, brother. I give up. I can’t believe my luck. Two nights in a row. What does a man have to do to get pussy around here? Damn.”

I smirked. “Well, that’s why God gave us masturbation. Just keep it down this time.” He laughed darkly.

We made our move to go back. I could definitely feel the effects of the punch, and I was glad to have Jesse’s support, leaning into him as we gingerly walked back that dusty road. It was weird. I had gotten drunk before, obviously, but I don’t remember the last time I had a guy walk me home like this. In his arms. Feeling his heat. As a reasonably tall guy, I wasn’t used to having someone my size be… with me like that. His weight. The feel of him. His muscles. That… solidity. And the feel of his arm around me. Protecting. Supporting.

It was about halfway home when things started to get… strange. Surreal. As he walked, holding me, Jesse said something. Softly, but unmistakably. Almost wonderingly. “You smell good.”

Shit. That was… so… personal. So… intimate. I felt… shit. No one had ever said anything like that to me, even from the days I used to douse myself in Polo or Drakkar to attract the ladies. There was an… honesty. An intimacy. I had been aware of him, his scent too… but would never have said anything. Never really thought anything. Dangerous. Taboo. But his words swirled in my head, not letting me go. Scent. His smell. I was curious. Without thinking, without thought, I turned my face into him, to breathe him in.

And that about undid me. Fuuuuuuuck.

It was crazy. The way he was holding me, I turned into his open shirt, essentially burying my face… into his hairy armpit. And breathed him. My whole life I was taught to reflexively think that was nasty. But… it wasn’t. God help me… it wasn’t.

It was overwhelmingly… male. Fuuuuuuuck.

Dark and musty. Sharp. Like… burnt spices. And male sweat. FUUUUUUUCK.

Instinctively, I reached my hand in, and realized I had slid into his open shirt and grabbed the bare skin of his chest. Feeling him. The tautness. The feel of…

Shit.

I wrenched myself free, and desperately tried to play it off as a drunken stumble. He laughed lightly at me, got me upright and continued forward. Shit. Shitshitshit. I walked.

But in my mind, I couldn’t escape the memory of his scent. Raw. Male. Scent.

To my horror, I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. What the fucking hell was that? Holy fuck, what was happening?

“Almost there,” Jesse said lightly. Fuck.

My mind was a fucking tornado of flying thoughts. I was completely unbalanced, and it had nothing to do with the rum punch. An icy trickle of sweat was making its way down my back. My heart pounding like I had just run a marathon.

We got in and stumbled our way to where our rooms were. It was warm, and the air was nearly dripping with the humidity… and we were both flushed. Beads of sweat. We stopped and looked at each other. Jesse was giving off a low laugh, I had no idea what about. All I could see was… him. The fucking vision of a man at the height of powers. And… with those eyes. Cutting through me. I couldn’t look away. He chuckled again. I realized I was still holding on to him, no longer from support. Close together, in those tight confines, his scent was stronger.

Damn. My heart was racing—he had to be able to hear it. His eyes. His scent. His hands. We were… we just…

It was like an out of body experience. I watched as my hand reached up. Cupped his scruffy jaw. The feel of his beard. I’d never touched anyone else’s. Wiry. A distinctive scratch. Scratching my fingers.

He leaned in, slightly. Held there, biting his lip. Then moved in. All the way. His lips finding mine. Nervously, but leaning in hard. Sliding. Jesus. The softness of his lips, the scratch of his beard. His….

My breathing was in short gasps as I opened my mouth and met him. Feeling him. The pressure from his lips. The feel. Fuck. I was falling. Fuck. The scour of his beard. The rum on his breath. My stomach. Fuck. It was the feeling of…

I pulled back. Gasping. “Jesse. I… I can’t. I’m… I’m not gay. I can’t….”

He stayed there, resting his forehead against mine. He was well aware I hadn’t moved an inch. Hadn’t moved my hands. His own hand reached around the back of my head. His fingers pushing through my hair. Fingers in my scalp. I wanted. So much.

“Jesse. I can’t. I’ve never done anything like this before”

“Neither have I.”

Fuck. My lips met his again. Tasting him. Fuck. Why did he taste so fucking good? Back. I had to back away. I had to…

His mouth opened and his tongue slid around mine. It fucking ended me. The butterflies in my stomach, released. I was fucking trembling. This was all wrong, but my dick was so hard I thought it was going to split my skin. I pressed against him. Close. Closer than I’d ever been to a guy. And holy shit… if anything, he was even harder.

My body was way ahead of my brain. My hands slid around him. With his shirt open, I had full access to him. His skin. Covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Hot under my fingers. It was… jarring. How many times had I been in a situation like this with a woman? But Jesse was… taut. Muscles hard. There was the drag of hair in the small of his back. My size. My equal.

While my hands were working him over, I slid off his mouth, and started working my way down his neck. Attacking that spot right behind his ears with my tongue. His whole demeanor changed. A sharp gasp of breath… and his ongoing growls transformed into… a purr. He pulled himself closer to me. His hands energized. Lashing across me. Fuck.

It was amazing. I could taste the salt of his sweat. But more, his scent was more potent here. Richer. I don’t know how to describe it… I knew the smell of guys, but this was next level. All guy, but profoundly personal. I breathed him in, again and again, his smell knocking me on my ass. It was… like… almost reminding me of my favorite baseball glove: very old leather, oil, dirt, and sweat. The smell of man. The smell of Jesse.

While I was exploring his body, Jesse had bigger plans. With a gasp, I felt him reach down and heavily start kneading my crotch, finding my rock-hard cock and jacking me through my shorts. My mind went of the defensive… no, there was no way…. Shit, we were just fooling around before, but this… this… was crossing a line. I don’t care how good it feels. I… couldn’t. Shit. We… can’t! If we crossed that line….

Fuck. FUCK! His eagerness undid me. He wanted this more than any girl I’d been with. He wanted… I wanted….

Fuck it. Line crossed. I immediately started undoing the button, wrenching down my zipper. Jesse did the same, in a frantic race to free ourselves. I won, pulling out my dick. I’m good-sized, but thick as hell. Jesse dug in and wrapped his hands around me. Feeling me. I was leaking cocksnot everywhere, wetting his hands as he went. He started rolling my hairy balls. Fuck. Women never know what to do with a guy’s balls. But Jesse knew.

I was right there with him, wrenching off his shorts and underwear. Feeling my first cock. It was odd. I’m so used to the girth of mine; he was thinner but long. It was both harder than I expected, but also… softer. I could feel the wiry tangle of his man bush. Fuck yeah. All man. Real man. Fucking hot. I was never going to shave my balls again, for anyone.

Jesse started jacking us together, sending shivers the length of my spine. Rough hands. The fucking right amount of pressure. No handjob by a woman came close.

All the while, our mouths mashed against each other. Sharing spit. Dueling with our tongues. Both of us making dark growling sounds. Hot. Feeling on fire. Hotter than hell. I pulled back and whipped off my T-shirt, showing my hairy chest, now covered in sweat. My shorts fell to the ground. Standing there naked, with my dick throbbing. Jesse stepped back and followed suit, shedding his clothes. I got to see his dick, really see it. Fucking hard as steel. A flared mushroom head. Hairy. Fucking hairy.

I don’t know what went over me, but I dropped to my knees and fucking went after him. Swallowing him down. I had no practical experience of what to do, but a man knows. I’d had a few pretty good blowjobs, a shit-ton of mediocre ones… and I was going to give Jesse The. Best. Fucking. Blowjob. he would ever get. A blowjob worthy of him. Worthy of that amazing dick.

I sucked him. Hard. Swallowing his cockhead down. Puckering my lips and face fucking him, bouncing up and down, catching the flared rim of his mushroom head with every motion. Jesse let out a hissed, “Oh fuck YEAH, dude!” and wrapped his hands around me. Gripping my shoulder, running his fingers through my hair. Wanting to feel me, savoring the touch.

I went down on him, deep strokes, running my tongue all the way down. Too deep; I gagged myself. I pulled back and tried again, same result. Damn. I pulled off him, and giving myself a chance to recover, went lower and dragged my face through his bush. Fuck. And I mean HOLY FUCK. His musk, his fucking musk… the raw scent of hunger, of need, of man. I couldn’t get enough, nearly hyperventilating as I breathed him in, But I needed more. My mouth unleashed on him, sucking in each of his balls, rolling them, tonguing them. Getting them slick with sweat. Then, going back after his dick, and started face fucking him all over again.

At this point Jesse decided he needed in on the action. He locked onto me, and in a flash of strength that caught me off-guard, he threw me onto the bed. No preliminaries. He just went after my cock with animal ferocity.

HOLY FUCK. I bellowed like a gored bull. Every blowjob I’d ever had was completely blown away. No woman has ever, could ever, give a blowjob like a guy could. Like Jesse could. He was… forceful. Actually sucked! Pressure and wetness! He kept working my cockhead, swirling his tongue along the rim. Ticking my piss slit as he went down on me. His spit started running down my shaft, and he reached up and started jacking me in time to swallowing me. My hands swept across his sweaty body. Alive with the touch of him. The feel of him. God, this was the best night of my fucking life!

But I needed more. I pulled myself around, then slid under Jesse, giving me access to his dick. Him straddling my face. I was hungry for it. Desperate for it. But the angle was slightly off, and all I could really reach was his cockhead. I worked it over as best I could, loving the taste of him, but decided from that position it was easier to go after his hairy balls. Fuck yeah. I worked them over, excited to hear his visceral grunts as I tongued him, suckled them. Loving the texture of his hair. And most of all loving the smell of him. Musk, raw and dirty. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head as I drove my face into his crotch… again and again… harder, harder….

And I was aware of a new scent. Something… darker. Something far more primal. My eyes focused, and I realized I had worked myself down so far that my nose was nearly to his ass. I pushed further, and realized I was staring at his hairy hole. Fuck. So fucking close. I leaned in closer….

And FUUUUUUUUCK. The scent swept through me. Earthy, dark… sour. Raw. Fucking RAW. FUCKING MASCULINE. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shitohshitohshitohshitOH SHIT! The deepest, most personal part of a man. Forbidden. And I was there. I could fucking… it was like I could fucking…. Oh fuck. What was I doing? God help me. I leaned in. My face right in there. Fucking breathing his funk. OH FUCK!!! I could… no it was wrong. It was fucking wrong!

Fuck it. I slammed my face into his ass and fucking mouth-raped his hole.

Jesse lost is fucking mind. I’m sure he was taken aback as much as I was. But it was the fucking most incredible experience of my lift. And his insane reaction sent me through the roof. I fucking went after him, using everything I knew from how to eat a woman’s snatch. Locking my lips around his pucker and sucking as hard as I could. Jesse roared; only the fact that my dick was all the way down his throat kept his scream from breaking down the walls. I lost my mind. Wildly eating his ass, sweeping licks up and down his crack, violently swinging my face side to side. Jesse’s whole body shook. Convulsed. He swung a hand to his buttcheek and tried to split himself open even more, and was slamming his butt into my face. Desperate. But not as desperate as I was.

I have no idea how long I ate him out. I could’ve gone all day. My jaw was feeling sore, but fuck that shit. I was overcome by raw desperate need.

But clearly, Jesse’s need was greater.

I was stunned as Jesse wrenched himself away, with a look in his eye like a werewolf rounding on its prey. He pulled me so I was sitting up, and landed a hard kiss. Fuuuuuuck… I could smell my musk in his beard. He broke away and spat into his hand. I looked at him, curious… wondering if he was spitting out hair from my bush? But with steely-eyed determination, he moved himself so he was squatting over my lap….

Oh holy shit. Was he gonna…?

Fuck! Holy fuck! He grabbed my dick, swirled it around his spit-slick hole, and fucking impaled himself.

UNghAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

We screamed into each other’s faces. Holy shit… holy shit, holy shit, HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT! The heat! The fire! The fucking PRESSURE! It was tighter than any pussy I’d ever fucked. Tighter than any pussy could ever be! My whole body instinctively convulsed, and desperately lifted up, needing—fucking NEEDING—to be inside him!

Jesse, however, was clearly in pain. He was gasping through clenched teeth, his eyes pinched closed. I thought he was gonna bail. But to my astonishment, and my body’s infinite excitement, he kept going. Small movements, low rotations. Stretches. Getting himself used to the invader. Slow movements. Rocking. Slight deeper. Slightly. Up and down. Slightly…

I brought my hands up, running along his flanks, my fingers reaching around his back. Sliding. Pressure. God, he felt fucking GOOD. I pulled my right hand forward, a deep rub gliding up his breastbone, then kneading his muscular pec. God. The touch. So unlike a woman’s tits… hard. Muscular. Powerful. The way a man was. The way only a man could be. The touch… the fucking touch. Running down further. Spat into my own hand and started fisting him. Kneading his cock. Deeply. Touch.

Jesse had gotten used to me, and was sliding up and down. Up and down. Filling himself. He suddenly gasped and threw back his head… and fucking worked that spot. Again and again. Up and down, but… twisting. Torquing. Slow. Deep. His ass bit down hard on my cock. Fuckkkk! FUUUUCK!

He slammed forward again, out lips locked and battling for leverage. His arm wrapped around me, digging into me. God… his hand, his fucking hands! Fucking unreal! Rougher than a woman’s, and stronger. Then, he slowly pressed upwards, following my spine. Digging deeply. Upwards. The hair on my arms was standing straight up. Upwards. Fingers first. Until he was cradling the base of my skull in his powerful fingers. Massaging me. Kissing me. Fucking me.

I… I let loose. My hands everywhere. My mouth… everywhere. Fuck. I never knew sex with a guy could be so…. Fucking sensual. Damn. Even “sensual” seems to be the wrong word, bringing up images of some cheap romance novel. Why does the vocabulary of sex seem to be words written by women for women? This was something so, so much deeper. Primal. Hitting all the senses at once.

I swept down with my mouth, tonging his neck, pushing him slightly to lick the sweat from his pecs and scour him with my stubbled jaw. His barking growls. The salt of sweat. The taste of his skin. His scent. Oh GOD his scent. Familiar, but reminding me of something from earlier. I swung my head over and buried it into his hairy pit. Breathing him in. Breathing that sharp scent of masculinity. And all the while, the fucking feel of my cock as he relentlessly twisted and torqued up and down. Digging into me. Driving me deeper. Grinding. Crushing. Pressure.

Holy shit… fucking a man was opening a whole new world of experiences for me. He fucking wanted this. Women usually just say back and take it, but Jesse was all in. Pushing hard. Pushing me to go harder. Strength on strength. Strength calling to strength. We drove each other on, harder and harder. Whole body fucking… our hands, our skin, our mouths, our hair, everything all together. Raw aggression, but slowed to make sure we both could wrench every single sensation out of this.

Jesse swung his face to mine, hugging me tightly against him as he relentlessly twist-drove himself up and down. Coiled violence. His face locked against my neck. The wetness of his tongue playing against the roughness of his beard. Fucking. Relentlessly fucking. The feel of his hard dick grinding against my hairy, sweaty abs… lubed up by sweat and a gush of precum. Fucking. Turning his hips. Wet suction. Deep. Fucking. Raw….

He pulled back sharply and started bucking sharply. Driving himself. Hard. My dick was on fire. Pressure. FUCKING PRESSURE. Oh God, the physicality… playing harder and more violently than we could ever play with a girl. It was too much. I wanted to go on forever, for fucking EVER. I prided myself on my stamina. But that pressure. That pressure was too much. I could feel my balls boil over, starting at the core of my body. Racing. Racing Volcanic. Fire. FIRE. OHGODOHGODOHGOD….

And I shot the biggest load of my entire life, straight up into my new buddy’s ass. Holy Hell did I scream.

Jesse stunned me. I kinda thought that… well, you know, that that might be it.  But Jesse was just getting started. He pulled out, knelt his head down… and fucking inhaled my cummy, assy cock.

Holy…! He didn’t give a flying fuck. Just screaming, primal need. I writhed on the bed, my arms twisting in the sheets. I don’t even know what kind of animal sounds I made. What the fuck, what the FUCK was he doing?!? Going after my spent dick, then my balls, then my dick again…. The sensations ripped apart my brain, sensations I felt that….

And then in a flash, Jesse pushed back my legs, forcing my knees toward my chest. Before I could react, he drove his face into my exposed ass.

And I howled like an entire pack of wolves.

Holy SHIT! HE WAS EATING MY ASS! Oh Sweet Jesus… is THAT what it felt like when I went after him?!? OhGodhoGodohGod. His mouth… his fucking TONGUE was INSIDE MY HAIRY HOLE! I never, ever did anything with my ass before… no girlfriend of mine would ever touch it. But Jesse made me a fucking believer. Everywhere! And his fucking beard was shredding my skin. Wildly sweeping up and down my crack. Making out with my hairy pucker. Fuck, he was everywhere. Going at me hard. Lapping me like a rabid dog. With animal violence. I swung my hand down, instinctively trying to fist my dick. He batted it away with a snarl.

I wanted him to eat me forever, but he was far too gone, he needed to fucking rut. He spat again into his hand, and I knew what was coming. I felt a tang of icy panic… not sure if I could. Not sure if I wanted to….

Before I could protest, he ripped me open with his dick. I yelled, as loud as he had. Jesse growled out to me, “Push back. It helps. And it only stings for a minute.” There was a bit of comforting in his voice, but a snarling sense of command. Oh… he was most definitely going to give it to me, and I was going to take it.

He kept pushing through my pain. I tried to force myself to breathe. Breathe. Breaaaaatheee. Jesse rolled his hips along like an obscene dance. Forward and back, side to side. It helped. I could feel myself adjusting. The icy pain starting to go down…

…but somewhere, I don’t know where, something new was happening. It was like… my body… was starting to… glow. Like there was light… inside me. Warm, golden. Light. It was like. There was. Oh fuck. Light. Light inside me. It was. Fuck. I can’t believe. Light that was starting to. Oh FUCK. What was that… It was… LIGHT.

I let out a wondering moan. Deep, as deep as the light inside me. Jesse gave me a crooked smile. “You feel that? That’s just the beginning.”

“Oh… God. Jesse. What… are you… doing? Oh God. It feels. It feels. So. So fucking GOOD!”

He leaned in, kissing me savagely as he started driving into me. God. OH GOD. I could feel him. Feel his cockhead. Feel his dick push through. Oh GAWWWWWWD. He was inside me. On top of me. Everywhere. Our hairy chests grinding together, our nipples scoured by the other guy’s chest hair. Sweat. Everywhere sweat.

Oh GOD. Fucking Jesse’s ass had opened up a whole new world of sex to me… but Jesse fucking mine opened up an entire multiverse. HOLY SHIT. It was like I was cumming. My whole body pulsating with light. BRIGHT LIGHT. There was only Jesse… and the Light. Jesse’s dick… and the Light. Jesse’s sweat, Jesse’s hands, Jesse’s hair, Jesse’s smell… AND THE LIGHT! I thrashed against him. Fucking out of my mind. My body on fire. The sheets tangled in my fingers. THE FUCKING LIGHT!

I blew. I didn’t even know where it came from. My whole world went white as my body contorted, nearly lifting off the bed, and I blasted about 10 gallons of cum all over the both of us. Jesse followed suit, pumping out a screaming orgasm that made the bed shudder so badly I thought it would collapse.

He savagely made out with me, our bodies rippling with new experiences…

…and then we really started going after each other.

I can’t even guess how many times we fucked that night, as we never really stopped. It was like a fucking hurricane of sex—limbs, sweat, cum, and roars. Constantly in motion. Constantly needing more. The raw physicality of it all… it was like we were fucking storming the beaches of Iwo Jima. As only guys can do.

Sometime later, I awoke. It was morning, with light filtering in from my lone window. I stretched and was suddenly aware that muscles I didn’t even know I had were sore. Naked… I was still naked. I swung my legs off the bed, sitting up and letting my feet rest on the cool of the floor. I sat there. It took me a minute to gather the courage and look behind me. Yep, Jesse was still there, dead asleep on his side, facing me. The thin sheet draped over his lower torso.

Maybe it was best I couldn’t see him in his full glory. Maybe I….

Fuck.

What the fuck happened. I must have been drunk out of my…

Shit.

I knew my body. I might have been well-lubricated, especially at first… but yeah, that excuse was weak sauce. I mean, sitting there, I was nowhere near being hung over.  I roughly ran my hand across my stubbled chin, and… out of reflex smelled my fingers. Mmm. Man scent.

Yeah… fuck.

I had no coherent thought. Last night, swept up in everything, we were charging full-speed ahead without so much as a backward glance. Well now, I had time for backward glances a-plenty. Shit. Shitshitshit.

I’m not gay. I. Am. Not. Gay.

How did I let this happen? Why did I let it happen. And what the fuck was I going to do now?

I sat there for God knows how long, at the intersection of guilt and memory, my thoughts not even finishing themselves… shifting wildly….

A motion behind me… Jesse stirred. Shit. God, just look at him. Look at him. The living vision of what guys wanted to be, and what girls wanted to be with. And… where did I fit into that scheme of things? Jesse moved again, rubbing his hand down his face, rubbing his eye.

“Hey,” he said simply. His voice raspy and eyes bleary.

“Hey man. ’Morning.”

“You getting up?”

“Yeah.” A long pause. Shit. After the endless river of conversation yesterday, right now I couldn’t think of anything to say. Something. Say something. “I have to catch the morning bus, start making my way back to San José.”

Jesse propped himself up slightly. “Yeah… got it.” He looked at me, looked down, then went on cautiously, “Should we… I dunno… like trade… contact info? Or… something…?”

My brow furrowed. I mean, two random travelers on the road? How would that even work? Nowadays, we’d have smart phones and social media, but there was nothing like that at the time. I took in breath to respond he cut me off curtly. “Sorry, sorry. That’s… yeah, I know.” There was a long pause. He slid his body together and fully sat up. Sitting on the bed, slightly behind me. “Last night was… that was….” Silence.

“Yeah,” I said simply. Silence weighed us down.

“I don’t…. I don’t know what to say. I’d ask you if we’re cool… but to be honest, I’m afraid to hear your answer. I’m not sure if ’yes’ or ’no’ scares me more.”

I gave a humorless chuckle. Neither of us were looking at the other. It kinda hit me. Jesse wasn’t some prick, he really was a good guy. A good guy thrown off as much as I was. No asshole bravado, no overconfident moves. Just… trying to make sense of what had happened. Shit. It was all so… easy… when it was happening. But now…?

Finally, Jesse let out a big sigh. “I wasn’t lying last night. I’ve never done anything like this before. But I gotta say… thank you. It… um… just… thanks, man.” He rested his hand on my shoulder, lightly. Not asking for anything or looking for anything, just acknowledging. Open and honest. Like he was.

Just another guy looking for a connection. And finding it.

I think that’s what finally did me in. The sound of my bright, bold, buddy… a fucking King of the World… quietly acknowledging what we’d gone through. Not loudly, but a humbled sense of awe. It made all the bullshit circling in my mind fade away. Wiped away by the force of that connection we had.

As hard as it was, as uncertain as I was, I couldn’t leave him hanging like that.

“Jesse.” I looked up towards the ceiling, then down again, as memories played across my mind. “I… don’t know that I’ll ever be able to talk about this, with anyone else, ever again. For the rest of my life. But before I lock everything away, let me say… just once… out loud…. This was… the best. You are… the best.” My voice was no more than a murmur, quiet out of proportion to how important my words were. “I felt… alive. It wasn’t just the sex, it was the sex with you. You….”

Jesse cut me off, leaning his forehead against my shoulder. I could feel his breath against my skin. I turned. Reached over, digging my fingers through his beard. That soft, slow scratch of him. Snaking my other arm around him. Pulling him up. His eyes. His fucking eyes. Our mouths met. Hard and wet.

And a million fucking butterflies in my stomach awoke… and took off at once.

We let our bodies say the things our words failed to do. It was better that way. His hands, his skin, the hair on his body, dried sweat and dried cum. All merged with mine. Fire. Determination to make every last fucking second count. Alive with each other. Fucking alive.

I went hard at all his hot spots from last night, showing I was paying attention, showing how strongly he lived in my memory. Honoring our time together. His scent, all his scents. Wanting them to be a part of me. Wanting to smell him for days. His hands. My mouth. The pressure. The force as we ground against each other. Legs entwined. Hairy nipples scratching against hairy nipples. Friction, and the slickness of sweat. He did the same, our breathing coming out in gasping rat-a-tat-tats.

Fired by him, by all of him, something inside me snapped. I was Noah Unleashed. We slammed together, like a fucking wresting match. Everything everywhere. Hunger we didn’t even know we had consuming us whole.

I wrestled him onto all fours, and before he knew what hit him, I was fucking balls deep inside him. Hairy bush to hairy hole. My cockhead rearranging his innards. He snarled at the invasion. Violently pounding his fist on the bed. His guts pressing hard against my dick, nearly to the point of pain. I leaned down, my hairy chest dragging across his back. We had fucked long and deep last night, our bodies flaring by the intensity, the ruthless hunger. But this was different, surprising me. This was a fucking explosion. The fucking Grand Finale of Fourth of July Fireworks. I fucking slammed him. Harder. HARDER.

I reared up, my hands digging into his hips. Going fucking wild, rapid-power hammer strokes. My blows as deep and violent as our feelings for each other. And he met me, power with power. Fucking me as hard as I was plowing him. Free from concerns. Free from convention. Finally free to be real men. Knowing we could take it. Knowing how we needed it. Honoring each other. Honoring our power.

Power.

Jesus. If I ever thought about gay sex, it was probably to sneer at it for being weak, and a weak substitute for the “real” thing.

Holy fucking shit. The fucking POWER we brought. Naked, relentless POWER. Ripping apart everything, let alone my stupid preconceived notions. Raw, thundering POWER. Wrestling with the gods POWER. Fucking masculine POWER.

My balls slapped against his ass, making a wonderfully nasty sound. My dick gorging him mercilessly, ripping into him too fast for him to react to. My body roared with volcanic fire, brighter and hotter than anything. The fucking end of the world. FASTER. HARDER. My animalistic cry ripped out of my throat, only to be drowned out by his. We fucking roared like a thousand screaming demons. Everyone in the whole fucking town must have heard us… and knew two men were coming together as Men. Goddamn, I was going to burn this moment forever into our memories forever.

And when we blasted our loads together, I swear I almost blacked out.

*

I barely made the bus, sprinting the last hundred feet before it pulled away. Sitting on those ancient school bus seats was like torture, especially on that wildly rough road. But it gave me smug satisfaction; I felt like I had well-earned battle scars.

I was tired enough that I did something I almost never do on road trips—I drifted off to sleep. And thought-dreamed about the weekend all the way back to civilization.

Yeah… they were right. Every man should travel alone. Alone, you’re free from the millions of compromises we make every day to get through daily life. Free from our overdetermined sense of self. Away from constraints, you can finally, truly experience the world. Taste it. Feast on it. Decide things about it. You get a chance to root around in the dark corners of your mind, and find that maybe they’re not so dark after all.

To grow up. And come back as a man.

Yeah… I was most definitely coming back feeling like a man.

And Jesse? Out there, somewhere?

Thank you.

My Name is Joe I live in soweto so I went to visit my brother in Pretoria so he went home with wife and kids for a wedding ceremony of a friend so I was left alone at his house. So I was sitting alone watching a romantic movie of two gay lovers falling in love. My dick when hard when the two guys started fucking so went to grindr app for hook up I found myself lucky I found a guy Close buy whose willing to have some fun so we exchange numbers and he called me so I told him that he should come and visit me and bring some condoms and lube that we can have fun. So he agreed I gave him the address and he didn’t take long he was at my brother’s house so I opened the gate and he came inside the house we poured some wine and started talking after a few minutes I stood up went to wear some tight shot which shaped my ass very nice and I was wearing a G-String under the shots I came to him started twerking on his dick until he got hard and I continued teasing him by oiling my nipples and I took off the shots and oiled my bubble ass while twerking on his dick he. I took off his shirt and trouser as I saw his long 10 inch dick popping up in his boxer I took off the boxer and oiled up his 10 inch dick as he was moaning while I was thrust his dick with lube. I bent on my knees as I opened my mouth I started sucking his dick like a lollipop as he moaned out loud in disbelief i choked while I was sucking I kept sucking his dick shoving it down my throat as I couldn’t breathe I felt a warm sensation of precum as he was moaning and he thighs were sheavering he was begging for more and I kept going he was fucking my mouth like no body business thrusting it as I roll my tongue around his shaft and balls. I took him to my bedroom pushed him on the bed he lying on his as I came on top oiling his chest,bitting nipples while oiling them I stood up went to the bathroom and wear so fishnest and oiled my whole body. When I got to the bedroom his thrusting his dick very hard I started to twerking dance all over him and I came top of him hold his dick play with it around my bubble ass as he grab it with both hands as moaned and smacked them harder and harder that made me hornier what to feel his dick around my Anus ready to rid it like hell. He teardown apart my fishnet as I took his 10 inch dick deep inside my Anus as I closed my eyes and my body vibrates due to the dick entering my Anus he thrusted my Anus as I was twerking on his dick were both moaning from the pleasure as he put his tongue on my mouth we kissed passionately as continued to moan as he fucked me very hard give it to me with all he can spanked my Ass as twerked on his dick grab it very hard he stood up with me as fucked me hard as I bite my lips due to the goodness I’m feeling around my Anus I moaned very loud. He then put in on dodgy style and wrapped his arms around my neck fucked my Ass as I could hear the clap as he thrusted me very hard he moaned saying fuck your Anus feels good as your bubble Ass I saw replied give it to me baby as good as you can fuck me hard I’m loving your dick he took off the dick out my Anus and put his tongue in as moaned very hard saying Aaaah baby don’t stop he played with his tougue around my Anus I laid on my back and took my legs put them on his shoulders and got his dick in my wet Anus and fucked me as screamed more lounder as shoved his 10 inch inside me I could feel every inch of the dick I moaned baby harder he went to thrusting me very fast as jumped and he put his dick deep inside and cried out loud baby you hurting me he didn’t care he continued thrusting very fast as moaned loudly he put his hand around my mouth because I was moaning loud I couldn’t bare pain of the 10 inch dick I oiled my dick and thrusted it very hard I felt my body vibrating. He took out his dick I thrusted it and he sucked my dick as I cried baby I’m about to cum and I shot a load of cam in his face and licked off the cum his face as I busy thrusting his cock and turn me back as laid on my stomach and opened my legs wide and continued pentrating my Anus wide as moaned bitting the sheets as moaned shit this dick is nice give it to me baby he shoved the whole of it as he continued thrusting very hard showing no mercy he whispered into my ear saying this is the nicest Anus i ever fucked spanked me roughly grab my ass tightly he shouted baby I’m about to cum I said cum baby cum on mommy bubbly I felt a warm huge load in my ass as I moaned fuck baby fuck baby he then pull out the dick and took my face and I sucked the last drop of the cum and he spanked my bubble as it wiggle it and he took wipes and wiped my Anus and then I slept on his chest while he grabbing my Ass ass I shakes it for him as I whispered In his ears I want more he put his 2 fingers Inside my Anus as I moaned with pleasure and we went and showered together while kiss he washed my Anus while I was washing his dick and balls.to be continued