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The Future Revealed

My role as a ‘companion’ to Feran was quickly established, and Alexei found himself drawn into a closer relationship as well. At first through being invited to share an evening meal with Prince Ramted and Feran with myself, then, quietly, and without any specific purpose or task being mentioned, Mede and Condoin were included. At first wary, they soon began to look forward to these evenings, though Mede confessed that he wondered what was behind it.

“You haven’t figured it out, my clever brother?” I teased. “How long is it since I was turned into a Certified Restricted Poirnoi? How old was I then?”

“Near enough twenty years,” he replied, frowning. “You were just short of your twenty-fifth year.” 

“And how old do I appear to you now?” Turning him to look at me, I smiled. “You know my age — but if you did not …”

“I’d say you were no older than thirty …” He stopped. “Of course, the extreme modifications have changed our aging. The Prince is showing it.” He frowned. “So are our parents.” He paused as realisation dawned. “We will outlive them all by many years …”

“Correct, my brother. The Princes are aware of this, have known from the beginning, which is why, since Condoin’s modification, the process used on us has been outlawed. The new treatment does not have the same effect.”

“I wondered,” Mede began. “We used to see many more like us, but now we see almost none beside ourselves.” His frown deepened. “Janus is worried about Sonan’s future and Arag worries for Tomaz. What will be their fate?”

“The same as ours, dearest brother.” I stared into the distance. “I do not know what is planned for us, but the Prince Ramted has some scheme in hand for Feran, and intends us to benefit from it as well. He will tell us when he is ready.” I smiled and kissed my ‘little’ brother, still, in appearance, no older than the twenty summers he had been when he underwent his modification. Linking arms with him, I said, “Come, our partners will be thinking we have abandoned them, and I need a good dose of Alexei.”

Our conversation remained as a reminder that the life we currently enjoyed must, eventually come to an end. The death of the prince, whose diplomacy had brought a more stable peace to our people, and to our neighbours bore fruit. It enabled the change to governing the Prince Theophilis had intended, and though it wasn’t perfect, it was an improvement on the constant squabbling and vengeful actions of the families who had previously held all power — but also brought a decline in our usefulness.

“The Prince Theophilis has summoned my dear Ramted,” Feran told me as we made love in the huge bed. “The latest diplomatic mission is a cover for his plans for us, my dear Poal.”

“What does he plan?” I asked as I lay looking up at the shiny metal coated figure straddling me, my rigid penis embedded in his still rippling manhole. Gently taking his rigid penis in my hand, I stroked it. Though he no longer had gonads, he still ejaculated what he called his ‘slime’. In my butt it put me into a state of utterly compliant euphoria. I enjoyed this as he was also very imaginative and we both enjoyed the bondage sessions that followed. So did Alexei on the occasions he rewarded us by dosing me just before Alexei collected me, secured in my straitjacket, gagged and plugged for him to enjoy. “Have I earned a good dose of your issue?”

He laughed. “More than earned it. How would you like me to deliver it?” 

“As we are, dear Feran. Over me and in my face.” I smiled, his ejaculation delivered this way — if I could capture some in my mouth as well — had a milder effect. “It is some days before Alexei or the prince return, use me as you enjoy.” 

“Open your mouth then, Poal.” He laughed as the stream of viscous clear fluid erupted, and I caught a good mouthful.

The death of my father, long since replaced as leader of our family by much younger cousin, was the last occasion that the four of us returned to the home of our youth. It was a sad time, since he was the last of his generation. A very sharp reminder that Ramted, who accompanied us was also now in his old age. It was also clear that we no longer had a place in our prospering family, the majority of whom we did not know. Janus, Sonan, Arag and Tomaz were also increasingly isolated, and clearly unhappy with their situation. Sadly we took our leave of those closest to us, promising to speak to the prince about our former companions in the poinerium and departed. 

We did not return, as we’d expected, to the palace.

“It is time, my friends,” the Prince Ramted told us. “It is time you were delivered, with my beloved Feran, to the safe and secure sanctuary I have prepared for us all.” Watching our faces, he smiled. “It has been a long time in preparation, but neither I nor my brother can last forever, and the world is changing as you saw at your old home.”

He held up a hand as I made to speak.

“Your friends, Sonan, Tomaz and your cousins will join you shortly.” He sighed. “And a few of those you will remember from your time in the poirnerium. The City owes you this, you have all served me, my brother and my family, faithfully, without complaint for these many years.” His eyes rested for a moment on Mede and I. “You both remind me of your father when we first encountered one another. Me, a terrified and confused princeling and he a cautious, rational and benevolent man who saw only a fellow in distress needing help. He never hesitated.” He smiled. “Even when I needed … relief.”

“Where do you take us, sir?”

“To a place you, we, will all be safe for the remainder of our lives.” He shrugged. “In my case, not much longer. We have made provision for you all to live out your lives in a secure place, hidden from any roving bands or marauders. You will be well guarded by men and women whose loyalty is beyond question, and surrounded by your friends, others like yourselves and with all you need for your comfort.” He smiled gently. “All I ask of you is that you give Feran the love and support he will need when I am … no longer among you.”

Stunned, we digested this in silence, then all spoke at once, giving our assurance, and protesting that we would do all in our power to sustain and support him, our prince among men. He hushed us, smiling, and the remainder of the journey passed in relative silence. Twice we changed transports, and finally entered an airship.

The island was remote. A great rocky upthrust surrounded by a dark sea. At its peak, a wide ‘table’ top provided a level area on which had been built accommodation structures, externally modest, but internally palatial. We disembarked in the glow of sunset, and the airship didn’t linger. Greeted by guards in the Theophilis livery, we soon found ourselves inside our new home.

“You’re here, and safely delivered,” Feran greeted Ramted, with a hug and a passionate kiss. “At last.” Releasing the prince he smiled and greeted us. “Welcome my beloved friends. This is your reward. A place where you will be safe no matter what the nations do once the Pax Theophilis ends.” Taking the prince’s arm, he said, “Come, my dears, I have refreshment ready for you, and must show you your new apartments. A safe home and haven for us all.”

In the great atrium from which all our apartments were accessed, Prince Ramted stopped and faced us, Feran on his arm.

“This, my friends is our retirement. You will never again be asked to submit to the sexual amusement, enjoyment by us of any but those you love, or whom you choose. This is your reward for the peace you helped create for everyone else. The means to create any others like you have now been found and rendered incapable of going beyond the simplest of enhancements.” Ramted paused, smiling, and kissed Feran. “There will be no further applications of the metal you are all decorated with. While it extends your lives, it also changes you biologically making you what you are, and it has been abused. The source has been found and hidden. Our species is dying as it is, there shall be no further abuse of the ancient technologies that sustained us to dominate or to enslave others.” He shrugged. “The technology that created you, that made me as I am and did this to Feran, was supposed to create a super race — one that could live forever. It failed, since it rendered those treated as you have been, incapable of breeding, while extending your lives and making you sexually hyperactive. So, with your help,  we have removed all but the most basic functions from the remaining units. In our City and lands the Pax Theophilis has enabled us to keep our society stable and at peace, but elsewhere the cities are in decline. It is only a matter of time before they destroy what remains of the civilisations that created us. This, my friends, is why my brother, the Prince Theophilis, has created this place for us and for those you love and treasure. They will join us when they are ready to do so.”

I looked to Alexei, then Mede and Condoin, and stepped forward. “Sir, you do us a great honour. We have all served because we saw it benefitted our families and our people — and because we loved and respected you for your care of those like us. We did not expect, or ask for, this reward.”

“Poal, this is not a reward, it is to protect you from what will come. Perhaps not in weeks, or even years, but it will come, and you, all of you, have suffered enough.” He smiled. “Though I confess you seem to have enjoyed at least some of it.”

We laughed. That was the truth. We had, and did, enjoy our sexual activity with each other and some special outsiders.

“We do, sir,” Mede retorted. Moving to my side, he gripped my penis, his grin wicked. “And I thank you, and especially my brother for giving me the chance to join him in this state and service.” Kissing my cheek, he added, “I can never forget the day he allowed me to experience the life he was already living as a CRP.” Kissing my mouth, he smiled. “Thank you, Poal. I have no regrets, none at all.”

In our new apartment I turned to Alexei and kissed him, holding him against me, our rigid penises in our now familiar embrace between each other’s thighs. “Any regrets, beloved?”

“Only one, beloved.” His tongue explored my mouth. “That I am not making love to you right now.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Squeezing his penis between my thighs, I activated my cum restriction mode, and whispered. “I’ve seen my favourite couch in the next room, and it’s begging to have me strapped to it so my beloved husband can fill me with cum …” Our mouths met in a long kiss. I sighed. “Enjoy your Poirnoi lover, my darling, he needs to give you your pleasure …” 

“Then come, my Poirnoi lover.” Taking my hand he led me to the couch and strapped me down, my legs raised and spread, my metal rimmed man hole exposed and available. Standing between them, his shining penis aligned, he smiled and asked, “Ready, beloved?”

“Always, beloved Alexei. Always ready for you …” I sighed as he slid his gorgeous cock into me. “Send me to paradise, my love. As only you can …”

“No regrets, beloved Poal?” He asked. 

“None, Alexei, my darling.” Using my muscular anus I massaged his metal sheathed organ. “None at all now.”

Smiling, he bent and kissed my rigid member in its metal coating. “You’re in mode?”

“Yes, Master Alexei …”

“Then …” He began to fuck me, and I surrendered myself to my familiar role of the Certified Restricted Poirnoi I could never cease to be … I smiled inwardly as Alexei began to thrust his beautiful cock sending waves of stimulation through my anal clitoris and sending my desire soaring. As he paused to suck my now disengaged penis, I recalled the day I’d taken Mede to a bondage suite and had him use me. It had been on that day that I’d admitted to myself that the reason I had accepted my state and role, was that it was that I, like my brother Mede, had always wanted to be. 

We’d been born to become Certified Restricted Poirnoi, and though it had been forced on me, on Alexei, Sonan, Tomaz and others, Mede, Condoin and later Arag had chosen it. Yes, that first time with Mede had opened my eyes. Alexei increased his tempo and I felt my anal orgasm building. It broke over me like a wave and I gripped the thrusting penis with my muscles as my body shuddered in the throes of orgasm, my frustrated ejaculation subsiding. I am the extreme CRP I was born to be, and always will be  …

I smiled as Alexei filled me with his cum. He smiled down at me, his pleasure plain on his metal covered face and neck, crowned by the glans-shaped helmet. My eye travelled lower, admiring his beautiful breasts in their metal covers, and then my own penis in its metal coating as it stood between us. Flexing my anal muscles, I massaged his still embedded organ, and blew him a kiss. 

No, I had no regrets at all …

“HUN, have you hired a new driver yet?” my wife asked.

“I already interviewed a couple of guys earlier.” I got up from my leather executive chair and went to look at the bay view from the thirtieth floor of my office building. “But they’re not a good fit.”

“Hurry up and hire one already. I can’t take riding in strangers’ cars anymore. Who knows how clean they are inside with so many people using them before me?”

“I still have one more to interview.” I switched the cell phone to my other ear and looked at my expensive stainless steel watch. “But he’s already ten minutes late.”

The intercom chirped.

“Mr. Brewer, a Rex Marshall is here for his interview,” my female assistant’s voice said.

I strode toward my desk and pressed a button. “Send him in, please.”

She acknowledged.

“Hun, I have to go. Let’s see if this one will be our new driver. I’ll see you later when I get home.”

We exchanged goodbyes and ended the call.

The door opened, and a 6’4”, full-bearded bald man approached in a navy blue suit, hiding the bear’s massive muscles underneath.

Damn, the guy’s fucking hot! Is this guy applying to be a personal driver or a bouncer?

I picked up my jaw from the floor, went to him, and offered my hand. “Rex.”

He shook it with a huge paw. “I’m sorry for being late, sir. There was an accident, and the bus got stuck. I had to walk the rest of the way.”

“It’s okay. Have a seat.” I gestured to one of the chairs in front of my desk.

“My resume, sir,” Rex said in a deep, masculine voice as he handed over a sheet of paper.

I stood behind the chair across from him and looked over its contents.

But as I skimmed it, the impressive package bulging between his legs distracted me.

My pants tightened as blood filled my dick.

Stop it, Simon. Lusting over a potential employee is a stupid idea. You’re a married forty-five-year-old and have already left this side of yourself behind.

I tapped the paper when I read about his previous work. “I knew it. You were a bouncer.”

“Yes, sir. I worked for a couple of strip clubs before. But I hated dealing with the perverts every night, so I decided to try something else. That’s how I ended up driving for my previous employer.” 

“What happened?”

“He and his wife moved to the UK.” Rex leaned back on the chair and opened his legs wider, making his package more visible.

Heat rose from inside me and spread all over my body.

My dick raged as my mouth salivated at the sight of the man’s bulge. I wanted to drop to my knees between his legs and service him.

“Is everything okay, sir?”

“Uhm, yes.” I snapped out of it and went around to sit on my chair to keep him from noticing my hard-on. “I just got distracted.”

“I really need this job, sir.”

“Are you okay with being on-call twenty-four-seven to drive for my wife and me? You’ll be staying at our house, together with the housekeeper. But you’ll have a separate room from hers.”

“Of course, sir. It will save me money from renting an apartment.”

“When can you start?”

“I can start tomorrow.”

“Good.” I extended a hand. “Report here early tomorrow. You’ll drive me to a business lunch before we head home to see where you’ll be staying.”

“Thank you, sir.” Rex rose with a huge smile and shook my hand with both hands. “I promise you’ll be satisfied with my service.”

MY stomach grumbled as I lay in bed in my boxer briefs.

I reached for the digital clock on my nightstand to see what time it was.

It’s one in the morning.

Whose genius idea is it to not eat dinner? Mine. Now, I can’t sleep.

The wife slept next to me with only her head poking out from under the comforter.

I got out of bed, put my fleece robe on, and left the bedroom.

When I entered the dark kitchen, I went straight for the fridge and opened the door.

Light and cold air greeted me.

Our gray Persian cat made a soft meow and weaved between my feet.

“Hey, Winston.” I picked him up. “Are you hungry? Me, too. Let’s see what leftovers we have from dinner.”

While I scanned for what to eat, soft female moans and whimpers came from the housekeeper’s room nearby.

My heart beat faster, sending blood into my dick and tightening my boxer briefs.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening and who was doing it to her.

The curiosity of seeing how my hot personal driver performed in bed trumped my hunger.

I put Winston down on the kitchen island.

He protested with a meow.

“Shh, be quiet. We don’t want the fuckers to know we’re here.” I shoved my hand inside my underwear and adjusted myself.

Winston ignored me and jumped down.

I tiptoed down the hall toward the staff quarters.

The moans and whimpers got louder, mixed with the slapping of flesh.

“You like that, you slut?” Rex asked in his deep voice.

“Yes. Please. Fuck my pussy with that big dick.”

My erection twitched in its cloth prison.

Fuck, that’s hot.

A long strip of light escaped the housekeeper’s room, marking the floor like an arrow directing anyone to peek.

I crouched by the door and looked inside. 

But with the narrow gap, I couldn’t see them.

With clenched teeth, I slowly pushed the door wider without them noticing.

My chest thumped harder as the full-body mirror on the closet door showed Rex’s massive naked frame fucking the housekeeper doggy style.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy all night. I’ll wreck it before you meet your boyfriend tomorrow.” His skin glistened with sweat, and every muscle flexed with each thrust of his hips.

“Ugh, you fuck so much better than him, Rex.”

Shit! I wish he fucked me, too.

My driver pulled out, flipped the housekeeper on her back, and shoved his dick back inside.

I loosened my robe and rubbed my erection through the cotton as I watched my employees fucking.

“Rex held her legs wide by the ankles, pounding into her like a machine.

She grabbed onto the sheets, surrendering to the pleasure.

I stood straight up, leaned almost on the door, and closed my eyes.

In my head, I was the one with my legs spread, taking every inch of the straight man’s cock.

I pushed the waistband of my underwear under my balls and jerked myself.

A loud crash came from the kitchen.

My whole body jolted.

Fuck!

I dashed down the hallway as quietly as possible, went into the kitchen, and hid inside the dark pantry.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” Rex asked from the other side of the door.

Winston meowed.

“Hey, there, buddy. Did you knock this over?” Metallic clinking sounded as the driver picked up the stuff from the floor.

Sweat slid down my face as I tried to catch my breath without alerting him to my presence.

“It’s just the cat.” His voice faded as he left the kitchen.

When I heard the door close down the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Shit, that was close.”

WINSTON greeted me when I entered the dark kitchen. The moonlight outside was enough to let me see around.

“Shh. Be quiet.” I whispered while rubbing him behind the ears.

The fluffy gray cat left. 

I’m having another one of my late-night cravings. But after witnessing what went on between my driver and housekeeper a week ago, those cravings included another sex show.

Every night since then, I got up, hoping to catch a repeat performance. But no such luck. I just settled on having my regular late-night snack.

With the housekeeper off on vacation with her boyfriend this weekend, I would have to wait until Monday night for another opportunity to spy on them.

And Rex would be asleep by now. We had a long day today, zipping from location to location to meet with clients.

I opened the fridge and checked out the options to eat.

“Mr. Brewer,” a deep voice said. “Why are you still up?”

I looked behind me while holding the door open.

Rex stood by the doorway in white briefs with a bath towel draped over one shoulder. The moonlight highlighted the bulge of his underwear.

Fuck! I snapped my head back toward the inside of the fridge.

The memory of his dick going in and out of the housekeeper’s pussy a week ago flashed in my head.

Blood rushed to my dick, filling out the pouch of my boxer briefs.

“Uhm…I got hungry. So I decided to have a snack before going back to bed.” I adjusted the tie of my fleece robe and made sure my erection won’t be noticeable.

“I couldn’t sleep either, sir. I thought maybe taking a hot shower would help. If I knew you were in here, I would have put on shorts on the way to the staff bathroom.”

“Are there some sausages left over from dinner? I wanted to make a sandwich.”

Rex walked over and got behind me. His bulge pressed on my lower back while he looked.

I froze at the unexpected contact.

The heat spreading throughout my body defeated the cold air from the fridge.

“Looks like there are none left, Mr. Brewer.”

“That sucks. I was craving it. I guess I’ll just go back to bed, then.” I turned around.

But he blocked the way, trapping me between him and the refrigerator.

“Excuse me.”

He didn’t move as the hulking driver towered over my six-foot frame. “If you want to eat, I think I can arrange something, Mr. Brewer.”

“It’s okay, Rex. I’m going back upstairs.” I tried side-stepping to get past him.

His huge paw held my shoulder, keeping me trapped. “I have a sausage for you, sir. It’s just one, but it’s huge. I guarantee it will satisfy your hunger, especially when the special sauce comes out.”

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest, and my hard-on pushed against the pouch of my boxer briefs.

Rex took my hand and put it on his bulge. “You can eat this. I know you wanted it since my interview.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I tried to yank my hand away.

He gripped it tighter and pressed harder on his soft, fat dick.

“Are you crazy? I’m not gay.” I attempted to free my hand again but failed.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Mr. Brewer.” My almost naked employee smirked. “I knew you were gay the moment I entered your office. I always know a fag when I see one.”

“I’m not lying.”

“No? Then why did you keep looking at my bulge while reading my resume?”

“I was not.” I stopped trying to get my hand off his bulge.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Why do you think I opened my legs wider? I wanted to give you a better look.”

Fuck!

“I’m not gay. I’m married, for crying out loud.”

“Oh, please.” Rex snorted. “That’s like saying your not gay because you’re in a fraternity. There’s more butt fucking going in college than people want to admit.”

“Well, I’m not in college. I’m a grown-ass man.”

“Yeah, a married man with his hand on another man’s crotch. I already let go of your hand, but you kept it on my dick.”

My face flushed with embarrassment.

I removed my hand and tried to squeeze past him.

But his size wouldn’t allow me to. “You’re free to do what you always wanted to do since you hired me, Mr. Brewer.”

“My wife might come down and catch us.” I craned my neck to look behind him.

“You and I both know she won’t wake up anytime soon once she takes her sleeping pills.”

It’s true. Not even a siren will disturb her slumber. But how did Rex know about that?

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you still going to pretend you don’t want it?”

I stared at his bald, bearded face as I tried to decide what to do.

“Come on, sir.” Rex put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me down. “It’s time to feed you your late-night snack.”

My angry dick pushed the pouch of my underwear further, making a tent on my robe.

Letting go of my last resistance, I sank to my knees.

With his bulge inches from my face, the imprint of a fat head on the white cotton stared back at me.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Get it hard before you eat it, Mr. Brewer.”

Slowly, I brought my hand toward Rex’s meat. But before my palm pressed into it, I looked up at his face.
“Go ahead. No need to be shy. We both know you want to.” He smirked as he towered over me. The balance of power between us has shifted in his direction.

I fondled the straight man’s meat through his white briefs.

Its thick shaft rubbed against my hand.

“Yes, that’s it.” Rex moaned. “Make me hard. Get it ready before going inside your mouth.”

While I continued, I leaned closer and tried to get a whiff of his musk.

“You won’t enjoy my scent like that. Put your nose on it.” He put a hand behind my head and pulled me in.

My face pressed against his crotch.

As I continued to stroke him, I inhaled the intoxicating manly aroma.

“I haven’t showered yet since we came back this evening. You like that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Show me how much you like it.”

I flicked my tongue at the dick head imprinted on the cotton.

Rex hissed.

While I looked up at him, I took the head inside my mouth and sucked.

“Motherfucker!” He held onto the open refrigerator door.

As the spit-soaked fabric became translucent, I danced my tongue on the frenulum.

His dick more than doubled in size.

“That’s it. Keep going.”

I alternated between licking and sucking until the imprisoned monster peeked out of the briefs’ waistband.

“Take it out, Mr. Brewer. Time to unwrap that sausage.”

I inserted my fingers in his underwear’s elastic and pulled it halfway down his tree-trunk thighs.

The driver’s hard meat sprang out and swayed in front of me like a snake meeting its charmer. Precum formed at the head, making it glisten as it reflected light from the refrigerator.

“Will you look at that? You got me so hard I’m leaking so much.” Rex swiped the clear liquid with a finger and brought it near my mouth. “Here, have an appetizer.”

I wrapped my lips around the thick digit.

A burst of salty flavor entered my mouth.

“Mmm.” I savored my straight employee’s manly nectar.

“There’s more right here.” He grabbed his dick at the base. “Come and get it, fag.”

I leaned closer and flicked my tongue at the pinkish head.

“You should see yourself from up here. My so-called straight boss is on his knees eating my precum. Where you belong.”

Looking up at him, I took another flick.

“Fuck, Mr. Brewer! Put my dick inside your mouth. I can’t take it anymore.”

I took the driver’s dick head in my mouth and sucked, extracting more precum.

More of the salty liquid coated my tongue.

His hand went behind my head. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock, boss.”

Opening my mouth wider, I took more of him inside.

“Wait. I have an idea.” Rex grabbed the red squeeze bottle from the fridge shelf and put a long line of ketchup on his cock. “Now, get back to eating my sausage.”

Following his instruction, I bobbed my head at his meat, tasting the tanginess of the condiment mixed with the saltiness of the precum. 

“Yeah. Work for my thick white sauce.” His hand remained on my head. “I’m sure you fantasize about sucking my cock in the back seat. You’re hoping I’ll let you do it while I drive you around.”

Oh, fuck. That’s true.

Without stopping the bobbing of my head, I looked up at him.

“Uh-huh. I know what fags like you think about.” 

No point in denying it.

I continued sucking him.

When I could take more of Rex’s dick in my mouth, he pulled out and stepped toward the kitchen island. “Get up here and dangle your head on the edge.”

Holding onto the fridge for leverage, I pulled myself up.

The tie on my robe loosened, exposing my tented boxer briefs for my driver to see.

I let it drop on the floor, climbed the island, and lay as instructed.

“Open wide.” Rex stood above my head with his hard cock jutting out of his full bush and thrust his hips. 

The meat’s girth and length approaching my new position caught me off guard. But I adjusted my mouth to accommodate the straight driver.

“Let’s see if you can take my entire cock.”

Challenge accepted.

Slowly, he started fucking my face.

I produced more spit to make it slide in smoothly.

“Damn, your mouth feels so good. I shouldn’t have waited to use it. I should have made you suck me during the interview.”

If he did make me do it that day, I’m sure I would have done it, too. And now that this has happened, I’m not going to waste it. I will not stop until I have tasted his cum.

With each push, more of the monster buried in my mouth until the head hit the back of my throat.

I gagged.

“Easy.” Rex pulled away but not all the way out. “Breathe.”

Once I recovered, I pulled him back in and relaxed my throat.

The hulk above me resumed fucking my mouth until the head finally breached my throat. “For someone who says he’s not gay, you could definitely take cock better than any woman I’ve been with. I bet your previous driver has used this mouth, too.”

I haven’t done anything with an employee before. But even if I told him that, I’m sure he wouldn’t believe me. 

Rex used my throat like I’m nothing but a sex toy. “Yeah, take my fucking cock, you slut. I love seeing your throat swell as it goes in and out. If only your wife could see you, she had no idea her husband can take a cock better than she does.”

A surge of pride filled me. I liked giving this straight man pleasure. And I wanted to please him with more than just my mouth.

I pushed him off. “Fuck me, Rex. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

“You beat me saying it first. That was always part of the plan.” He spun me around like a Lazy Susan and pulled my leg until my ass hung on the edge of the kitchen island. “I won’t let this night end without wrecking this fucking pussy.”

“Use that as lube.” I pointed to the olive oil on the counter while I removed my boxer briefs.

He took the dispenser bottle, poured some of it on my hole, and rubbed circles on the anal ring.

“Take it easy. It’s been a while since I got fucked.” I grabbed the back of my thighs, pulled it toward my chest, and prepared myself for the invasion.

“Oh, I’ll be gentle.” My straight driver poured some more on his middle finger before pushing it in. “At first.”

My sphincter tightened around the intruder.

Rex started moving the fat digit in and out. “Just relax. We have to loosen this pussy up for something much bigger later.”

I watched the bald hunk while he worked me.

“See? My finger is nothing to you. How about we add more?” A second one pushed in.

I closed my eyes as the finger-fucking got tighter.

Once it got easier, he pulled out, used more olive oil, and added a third. It went it smoothly, stretching my back door.

“Ugh.” I opened my ass cheeks wider.

The three fingers sawed in and out of me until there was not much resistance anymore. “ “Look at that. You’re taking it like a champ. This pussy loves to have big things in it. You want me to put something inside, huh, Mr. Brewer?”

“Oh, god, yes. Please put your cock inside.”

Rex smirked and pulled his fingers out. “What do you want me to do once it’s inside?”

“Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick.”

The straight man pushed his briefs down, poured more oil on his meat, and spread it all over. “Prepare to get wrecked, faggot,” he said, lining his fuck spear at my hole.

I tried to relax as the head breached through my loosened ring.

“This is so much tighter than a woman’s pussy.” He pushed the back of my thighs to lift my ass higher, easing more of his dick in.

“Wait. Stop.” I put my hands on his hips to slow him down and curled my toes. “Let me get used to it a bit.”

After a minute or two, Rex started slowly moving his hips. With each push, more of his cock went in. His speed kept increasing until any resistance no longer existed.

“Yes, Rex.” I whimpered. “Bury that monster inside me. Use my hole to get off.”

“If only I got to this pussy sooner, it would be used to take my cock by now. And I will be pounding you on this counter every night while your wife is sleeps in your bed.”

“The housekeeper would catch us.”

“It didn’t stop you from spying on us a week ago.”

Shit! He saw me.

“Did you enjoy the show? I bet you wanted to be the one getting fucked instead. Am I right?” Rex started pounding harder into me.

The sound of slapping flesh filled the moonlit kitchen.

“Oh, god, yes. I jerked off in the bathroom thinking about it when I returned.”

“You’re just like my previous employer. Already married but was a slut for a real man’s cock.” He pulled out.

“No, put it back.”

“Relax, fag. I want you to ride my cock.” He slapped my ass before helping me sit up.

I made some room for him.

He climbed on the island, lay on his back, and gripped the base of his erection. “Fuck yourself on this.”

After straddling Rex, I squatted down and reached under to aim the head at my hole.

My ass ring molded to the straight man’s girth, entering me more smoothly than earlier.

I slowly lowered and raised myself on his monster dick. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

Rex held me by the hips and guided my movement until he bottomed out. “Fuck, I wish I had my phone to take a video of this. I love seeing my dick disappearing into your faggot cunt.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why not? We can upload it so people can see I have proof that my boss took my dick in his pussy. You’ll become a superstar, Mr. Brewer.”

“People can’t know about this.”

“Then, I’ll just show my buddies. Do you want that? Want me to show them how well you take a straight man’s cock? Will you let them fuck you, too?”

An image of a couple of guys that looked like Rex using me one by one or even at the same time flashed in my head. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

He put his hands behind his head and watched me impale myself on his dick. “I knew you would want that. You’re such a slut.”

I wrapped my hand around my dick and jacked off. “I’m so fucking close.”

Rex thrust his hips upward, meeting my ass with every fuck.

“Right there. Keep fucking me right there.”

My eyes rolled back.

“I’m going to shoot. Ah!”

The initial cum shot out with so much force it went over the straight man’s head.

“Watch it.” He kept fucking but blocked with his big paw to keep him from getting hit.

I stopped riding him and aimed my dick down while he kept going.

Shot after shot, white ropes of cum painted his beefy torso until I emptied every drop.

“I’m close, too.”

“Feed it to me. I want your cum in my mouth.” I lifted off him, climbed down, and stood on the floor, waiting.

Rex knelt on the island, jacking himself as my own sticky cum slid down his body. “If you want my cum, you better get that mouth ready.”

I leaned in closer with my mouth open while looking up at him.

He held my chin. “Here comes your late-night snack. Eat all of it, you cum-hungry faggot.”

His cock exploded. 

The thick, white goo went in my eye, but I stayed in place.

Every time he grunted, more came out, and it went in my mouth.

Once his balls emptied every drop, I swallowed and savored the straight man’s potent cum.

While he caught his breath, he swiped the cum on my eye. “You missed a spot.”

I opened my mouth and let him feed me with his finger. “Mmm.”

“And don’t forget to clean up the mess you made.”

Leaning forward, I licked my cum off his midsection until there was no trace.

Rex got off the island, picked up his towel and briefs from the floor, and started walking away.

I stared at his perfectly round ass while wiping the rest of the cum on my face.

When he reached the doorway toward the staff quarters, he looked back. “Come back again tomorrow night. I’m going to fuck that pussy in my room.”

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It was a Saturday,

I was listening to my music as usual when I received a message from “my friend” Mark. At first I thought it was a chain letter or something like that. But as I read it I was sure that no normal scammed would write the following:

Hey you bro,

I went to this therapist like a few weeks ago. He offered me hypnotherapy and I realized: it wasn’t that bad! I felt refreshed afterwards. I loved it. Even though my memory of it is completely gone he said it was normal. How about you try it out?

I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what drove him to a therapist since just the last time we met he went “You’re like my therapist.” Or something like that. So I just answered with:

Why did you go to a therapist?

And why in the world are you walking around as a living ad for him?

How many people even know?

While I was waiting for his response I was scrolling through our messages. It’s a habit, I like the nostalgia of reading those messages. Now, the important part is what I read in those messages. Not a single message about a therapist. Now I saw the green one popping up that told me he had finally responded.

I think it was because I waited gym gains. Doesn’t matter though. I’d like you to try out! Here’s his address!

He sent me the hypnotherapist’s address. I was still a bit confused but I looked up the address, it really exists!

So I looked for a way to text him so I wouldn’t need to make a call. I hate calling people, I hate texting them too but calling AND texting STRANGERS is a living hell for an…introverted extrovert if that makes sense. Buuut I usually prefer texting.

The name of him was doctor Robin Alvarez. I don’t know how much hypnotherapists have to to with doctors but I though I’d make the best of it.

Good evening Mr Alvarez,

I read about your services online and would love to use your services.

Nicholas Miller

Since the last name wasn’t the one of your everyday white person, I assumed he was Mexican, but I really didn’t care. He responded an hour after I wrote the message .

Dear Mr. Miller,

I’d like to grant you my services and would love to help you. I’d just need to ask what it is you’d want from this hypnotherapy?

Kind regards,

Robin Alvarez

My response was

I’d like to see what hypnotherapy can do.

He responded with

Great. We’d set the appointment on tomorrow on 3pm?

Much obliged.

I had an appointment in hypnotherapy on the next day. The rest of the day was pretty normal.

The following day was pretty exciting. I told Mark about the news and he just responded with a simple “Let’s see if it works wonders for you too yeah?”

I arrived at the set time and rang the bell. After I was greeted by Robin. He was a very handsome man. His she’s were a dark brown, it was almost black. His body was hidden behind clothes but you could tell he was well defined. It blended perfect with his dark hair and nice face. “Sit down” he ordered.

“You’ll need to get comfortable. You’ll be controlled by me through the entire program, you will remember nothing that’s happening,but that’s fine. I’d need to ask you some questions before we can start.”

His voice was deep and attractive and you heard nothing of his country of origin.

“Question 1: Have you ever been in a relationship with someone?”

“Once, a girl, high-school, broke up after she cheated on me.”

“Question 2: What’s your sexuallity?”

“I’m straight.”

“Question 3: How are you today?”

“I’m fine.”

“Good, good, that’s all for the questions. Now get comfortable anywhere in the room.” I sat down at the Sofa and got as comfortable as I could possibly get.

“Now, you will feel your muscles going numb. You feel waves of deep relaxation flowing through your body. They silence the worries, doubts and fears you have. Just feel relaxed. First your legs, feel your legs get heavy, they become unusable. Then your hips, they become heavier and heavier as the waves flow through your body,” Everything he was saying became my reality. I too relaxedto feel confised. “Feel as your belly becomes heavy and sore, it becomes unusable. Now feel the waves make your arms heavy and render them unusable. Now your neck, feel as every second the waves flow through your neck it getting relaxed. Now feel all muscles in your face relax. Your entire body is relaxed. Unwilling to move. Now, you will be ready to become reprogrammed by me. Your body and mind are in my complete control. Now you wil raise your hand.” I was completely zoned out. I raised my hand as he said.

“Drop it.” I dropped it. It was fascinating how easily I obeyed

“Now, take off your shirt.”

I stood up and took off my shirt. I was well built and go to the gym daily. I wasn’t the buffet man alive but it certainly was fine for me. He put away his notes or whatever that was and went: “You, are not longer straight. You are now gay. You will be a bottom. You need someone you can obey, you’re not going to think of any naked girl again. You will be the gayest of them all. You will soon come out. You will become my pet. My bottom pet I can fuck whenever I want to. You will become the boyfriend of someone, ideally me. You’ll have a very high sex drive and go to the gym way more often. You will come to me everyday. I want you to get a porn addiction. You’ll wank everyday with the hottest gay porn. If you understood all that you will answer with ‘Yes Master’.” The words felt like they were engraved within me. If I would’ve been conscious I would’ve ran away. But my muscles felt too heavy. “Yes master.” “Now when I snap my fingers you will wake up and forget everything I told you. You will watch your first vid of gay porn soon. And then after your fifth wank you’ll come to me. Now everytime you’ll hear me say the word ‘darklight’ you’ll be in trance immediately. Now put your shirt back on” After I pit my shirt back on he snapped and I awoke. “Woah I feel amazing!” “You sure do, now let me know if you need another term.” “See you.” I didn’t feel the difference right of the bat but I immediately felt a strong desire to wank the problem was just that for some reason I felt a little disgusted at the sight of straight porn. So for a from my perspective unkown reason I looked up a video of gay porn. I immediately had one of the hsrdest bulges I ever had. The men in the video sucking dick, fucking each other and all of that kind of things gay men do made me very horny. I ended up stroking for a full 2 hours. I then came. I never sqw my cock put out so much jizz. I wanted more. I continued that exact cycle for more than 8 or 9 hours. I came 5 times when I decided I wanted another appointment. wanted one so bad. I didn’t know why but I felt so drawn to it.

So two days after I had the next appointment. I rang the bell and he greeted me. For a weird reason I noticed an immediate bulge. But I didn’t really care. As soon as I entered the room I heard him say a word I didn’t even know was a word: “Darklight.” As soon as I heard those words I was completely relaxed. Just like back then. My cock was rock hard. He immediately started talking and went “Now, what happened as soon as you left?” In a robotic matter I answered with “I was horny and wanted to watch porn. But I didn’t watch straight porn. I watched gay porn.” I think he knew I would’ve never told him that if I had been conscious. “So do you consider yourself gay now?”

“Yes master, I do. I just haven’t really admitted it yet.”

“Now I’m going to snap. And you will wake up. But you’ll be very horny, you want my cock and without hesitation will pull down my pants.”

“Yes master.”

He snapped. I came out of the hypnosis. I immediately felt my hard cock in the fabric of my underwear. “Why do I feel so horny…”

“How am I supposed to know?” He said with a touch of lust. If I would’ve known what he had done to me and probably to Mark, I would punch him in the face. But I was horny. Iknew I wanted one thing: cock.

My feet were making a step forward while he had a subtle smile. When I realized our lips met. It soon turned into me sliding down his body pulling down his pants. I grabbed his cock and began to suck it, it was thick and I liked it. “You like that huh?” He said with a big grin on his face. His cock felt so good in my mouth when he pulled off his shirt to reveal his gorgeous body. His pecs were well defined and hos abs chiseled. His biceps were like little hills on his arms and his quads looked good as well. He shaved well and his pubes were not visible. I wanted that moment to never end. But the next even less “Bend over my pet.” I bemt over without hesitation not knowing what he’ll do to me. I felt a warm body fill up my ass and then it pounding. I was flabbergasted but then started to gtumt and moan. If you would’ve told that to my 14yo me I would’ve laughed at you but I even let the phrase “Yes daddy.” Escape my mouth. His cock was so hard and felt so good in my ass. “Oh yeah you like that.” I then felt a warm fluid in my ass. It was his cum.I let ou the loudest scream I ever screamed in my life. I was never that pleased.

After we put our clothes back on he went “We could do this again if you wanted to. Maybe you could tell someone else about this. But don’t reveal that we fuck in here.”

“Oh I won’t.” I wanted his cock again as soon as I went home when I messaged another friend of mine, Joey , about it.

Cleveland, Ohio, 1991

“Damn, baby boy,” the husky voice of the hairy, slim and sweaty forty-nine-year-old black man clamping down on my ankles groaned, “You got some of that good asshole, doncha boy?”

The problem with growing up a noticeably handsome nineteen-year-old of both African-American and Mexican descent in the slums of Cleveland Ohio is that if every other word coming out of your mouth isn’t talking about breaking in some pussy or making some bread to get some pussy, then you had a tendency to stick out like a sore thumb with the rest of your crew.

It wasn’t like I was a virgin or anything. It was just that pussy didn’t do anything for me. In fact, I knew that long before I started getting some. But in my attempt to fit in, I continued to do the do with the girls, hoping one day I could muster up the same enthusiasm about hoe-hopping as most of my boys did talking about it.

It could be argued that I was only nineteen. Grown enough that I could’ve easily bounced elsewhere to avoid these useless conversations, but the only reason I stuck so close to my crew was because I knew Daddy Mack was going to eventually pop up. The funny thing was, even though I knew I had a hard-on for guys, I wasn’t even looking at Daddy Mack like that. Sure, he was cute, in a mature sort of way, standing about five-foot-nine with milky skin the consistency of cold cream that wouldn’t brown no matter how long he sat out in the blistering sun. I might have thought he was handsome if it wasn’t so well hidden behind the flashiness of his latest threads or the chunky gold chains or the diamond studs in his hear or the sparkly rings that donned every one of his long skinny fingers.

But no, I had my eyes locked on this guy in my HVAC class named Chachi, a short thickset Trinidadian dude with this incredibly powerful he-man build. He looked like he was dipped in a chocolate chip brown finish that made me fiendish for a bite of cookie every time I saw him. Chachi was much closer to my age and had this bad boy swagger, riding in on his Suzuki motorcycle, fresh out of prison trying to get his life back on track. He was ahead of his time, showing no shame in flirting with me out in the open like it was nothing. Even in front of potential booty calls that thought his authoritative accent was incredibly sexy or in front of instructors that told him to cool it. It didn’t matter. Like I said, he wasn’t bashful in letting everybody know that he liked what he saw. Of course, being a young man asserting my manhood, I was slightly embarrassed and angry before putting him in check. And yet, secretly I was turned on like an inferno that needed desperately to be cooled off.

Then, one day, as I made my way over to the bathroom to take a leak, and as I was getting ready to walk out, I was talked back over to the sink. I don’t know how his little ass did it, but he had me posted up against the countertop with his hands roaming against my ass, kissing me like I had never been kissed before. When I wasn’t in euphoria already, I felt his cumbersome friend hurting to come through his pants. I won’t even lie. I was hot in the ass, even though I never had a dick a day before in my life. I got so soaking wet at the possibility that it wasn’t even funny. It didn’t go any further than that, though, and within the next couple of days I walked around feeling like something was missing from my asshole.

I probably should’ve known that Chachi was simply going for a fuck with the pretty redbone he thought he flipped, but I had already made plans for him to be my boyfriend on the simple basis that he was a man about his. And in my horny naivety, I thought I would make it official with sex. The problem was we were both living at home with our families and so broke that scoring a room at the roach motel was too rich for our blood. I took my cue from him and lured him into one of the bathroom stalls and offered up the best blowjob an enthusiastic first timer could ever deliver. I bobbed and weaved, sucked and licked, and was rewarded with a mouthful of man-milk that I guzzled proudly because I thought Chachi was my man.

The day after, as I was expecting life to be lovey-dovey with my new man, he delivered one of the coldest pimp lines I ever heard, appreciating me for putting him on but he wasn’t in the business of fucking around with a knob slobber out of the stalls.

I was devastated. I was so devastated that instead of catching the bus home, I walked five miles home in the drizzling rain just to get there. And when I got there, I found out that I lost my house key, leaving me to scour the neighborhood hoping to find one of my homeboys at home. I was batting a thousand before this Cadillac pulled up beside me.

“What it is, playa?” Daddy Mack shouted from his car with the mobile phone inside.

“Nothing,” I said somberly, keeping my focus on the sidewalk straight ahead.

“I would ask if you need a lift, but you’re already at home. So, the only reason a man would fuck around with this pneumonia is if he really got to get somewhere or he lost his mind over a piece of tail.”

“I just passed up two bus stops.” I mouthed, as he slow-strolled next to me in his ride.

“There’s always other fishies in the sea,” Daddy Mack comforted, noticing the graying strain around his temples. “As good-looking as you are, you won’t have a problem getting another scallywag on your jock.”

“It ain’t even like that. It’s just been a bad day all the way around. To top it off I’m locked out of the house and can’t find anywhere to go.”

“Hop on in then, my brotha. You can hang out at the crib with me for awhile.”

About five minutes later, we were inside of this two-bedroom house sitting on the street. Although, we had known each other since forever, we didn’t have the kind of relationship where he invited me over to his house. I was sort of setback that the décor of the place reminded me of my uncle’s old bachelor’s bad back in the 70s with the black light artwork of naked black women with afros. The slight difference was that part of the room did have more of a trendier flow of the time period with neon innuendoes.

We sat on his soft leather sofa, and he offered me a cold drink. I accepted being the only two choices he had was water and beer. I wasn’t thirsty. I was just desperate to prove my manhood again by gulping down a couple of bottles of the awful-tasting brew.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy Mack asked after he popped opened his third bottle.

“No offense, man. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I really don’t feel like talking about it. It’s just as sad as it is embarrassing.”

“What? Having performance issues already, Youngblood?” Daddy Mack asked seriously.

“Naw,” I laughed, thinking about the job I did on Chachi less than twenty-four hours ago, sipping on my second brew, “nothing like that.”

“Okay, then,” Daddy Mack conceded. “If you don’t feel like getting into it with me that’s fine. I understand. I’ve been there. But whatever you do, Youngblood, don’t let that shit build up in your heart over a piece of ass. You hear?”

I nodded in agreement.

We engaged in a bit of small talk on some other subjects between sips, with the most astonishing revelation to come out was that he wanted to get me “alone” for a “very long time”, breaking me free from some of those “lames” that I hung out with. He told me that I had a good head on my shoulders with school and stuff. I would’ve have left his words at face value if it wasn’t for Chachi teaching me a few things before he kicked me to the curb.

He started coming at me with that game, too. Wanting to get me alone to talk and stuff. The only difference was that Chachi was a lot blunter about why he wanted to get me alone in oppose to Daddy Mack claiming he wanted to swim inside of my head.

Then, too, I knew I could’ve simply been over thinking my step.

Daddy Mack was a playa. He had that charisma that made it seem like he thought you were the only person in the room when he was holding court in a crowd full of people. He had that thing that if you weren’t around him, there was something big you were missing out on.

He was just wrapping up another one of his infamous sex stories when he asked if it was cool for him to turn on the TV. I had no objections. He goes for the remote to turn it on, and on pops up this woman getting hit in the eye by a jet of yellowish cum.

“Oh, damn! I’m sorry. I get off on this freaky shit. It always gives a brotha some fresh ideas on how to put it on that stankin’ pussy.”

“Yeah, without a doubt,” I said grinning, looking at this humungous dick on the man on television.

The only time I got to watch stuff like that was at the handful of bachelor parties I was fortunate enough to attend or whenever I felt like hauling my ass over to one of those jack-off theatres whenever I felt the pressure build up.

“You want to keep it here or something a little bit more PG-13?”

“This is cool, right here.” I said making a failed attempt not to sound too eager.

We sat around watching for a few minutes more and perhaps into the second scene was this blonde-headed white girl getting eaten out by this beefy black dude. It was nothing new, just the foreplay needed to get to the action. But after awhile this guy just kept at it like she was his last supper until it became clear that he was going to tongue-torture her to pleasure forever.

Out of nowhere, Daddy Mack with his hand in his lap, looked me dead in the eye and asked, “Not in a queer way, but I always wonder how a dude would feel if he got ate out that way?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’d think it probably felt the same way as getting your dick sucked with the nerve endings and such.” I said repeating something I heard.

“I thought so, too. When I was stationed over in Germany, I had this buddy that said that he got off on his wife eating him out. He said it was better than getting sucked off. I told him that I would have to take his word for it because my asshole was a one-way street!”

“Yeah, I know that’s right!” I laughed nervously, though in the back of my mind I was sure it was one of the weirdest things a man could say to another man after watching something like this.

The more we watched the screen, the more I thought about it, especially in hindsight that Daddy Mack was baiting me all along, always using me as a physical example in most of his stories. Touching me and touching me there. Even thought I wasn’t into him like that, I always managed to get the best view of his big-ass dick running down his leg behind his thin hand. It definitely caught my attention in the tight pants he wore. And not like I wanted to cop a feel or something as much as it was why I couldn’t be packing like that? Don’t get me wrong. I was always proud of the size of my dick. It was just the idea of bulging out of my pants that always intrigued me.

“Damn, he’s eating that pussy up!” Daddy Mack proclaimed after a few more passing minutes. “The way this is running I’ll probably score some more tail before he scores once!”

I laughed.

“Shit,” Daddy Mack continued. “I can probably drop you off on the block, pick up a chick from around way, fuck her and feed her and he still wouldn’t be finished with his meal.”

“I don’t have any doubts about that.”

“As awful as this may sound, my last fuck didn’t last this long.”

“Damn. When was that?”

“If you leave it at just a mic job then it would’ve been this morning. About a couple of days go, if you’re talking about giving that middle eye a black eye. What about you, Mr. Lovah?”

“It’s been a minute.” I said slowly.

“That’s alright, nothing to be ashamed of. Keep that mind on your education, make that paper, and soon there will be so much pussy coming at you that you’ll probably have to throw some of it back.”

“I hope not.”

“I hope not either.” Daddy Mack winked.

We watched a few minutes more with nothing much changing with the action except that the woman was about to pass out from the pleasure begging for some dick. I knew I was hard, but I hadn’t the foggiest of ideas of how hard Daddy Mack was until I saw it tower out of his naked lap like some veiny lighthouse.

“Whoa!” I said trying my best not to look directly at it.

I knew he was long through his pants print, about nine and a half to ten inches or so. But I didn’t know that his banana-colored dick was so damn thick, too. Just like a plantain.

“Sorry, man. I forgot all about you, you being so quite over there and all. My mind was somewhere else. Like I said before, I get off on this freaky shit.”

I just looked over at him a bit shaken up. He didn’t say it as if he was implying something. It just felt like he was just as uncomfortable as I was.

“It’s cool.” I comforted him.

“Might as well get comfortable yourself…because I ain’t going anywhere until I get it out and I can go the distance when I want to.”

I nervously undid my belt and my pants and let my leaky-tipped dick spring out. As I kept my pants on over my ass, he slid his down to his ankles reminding me that he lived alone and that he had some leather cleaner in the back just in case I started to sweat. Even so, I kept my pants up.

“Like I was saying, I was just thinking that I wouldn’t mind munching on some ass, and then poke him for not poking her already.”

“No disrespect, man, but that sound like a fairy move.” I said keeping my eyes glued straight to the screen.

“It’d only be on some fairy shit if you weren’t secure in your manhood in the first place.”

“Maybe you’re right, folk.”

“I know I am. Let’s say we’re behind bars and I say that I got your back if you give me some head. What would you say?”

“Hell naw, folk,” I said seriously guilty.

“We’re in prison. There isn’t anything else your pretty ass can do other than get took. It doesn’t mean that you’re going to spend the rest of your life on your knees sucking dick. You’re just doing what needs to be done in order to survive.”

“Why are we even going there? Neither one of us is in prison.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Daddy Mack conceded softly. “I’m just looking around the room and seeing two grown-ass men with their dicks out. One of which is getting a case of mad munchies and another that has the ability to tell me if my German bud was right.”

I looked over at the screen where echoes of pleasure were being emitted and I thought about that day I felt like something was missing out of my asshole.

“I can’t even lie. That sounds like something I could get into.” I said sliding my pants off my ass and looking over at him.

“How would you know if you never tried it?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I joked.

“You better not tell! I got a rep to protect. And if you flap your gums, then I’m going to have to beat your ass.” Daddy Mack laughed with a rope of seriousness in his husky tone.

“You have to tongue it first.” I said, letting my words linger in the air for about a moment, and then began pulling my baggy jeans over my big boots. “So if I let you do it you promise not to tell anybody?”

“Just between you and me, kid,” Daddy Mack grinned, leaning over on top of me.

It took us a few seconds to find the right position, but after we got it together, I was lying naked on the sofa with one leg on the ground and the other draped over the top of the sofa. Daddy Mack just dove in with his tongue, bringing my ass up to his face teasingly licking the outside of my hole. I didn’t know what to get or to expect from this unusual experience as it was mostly weird than it was pleasurable with my erratic uneasiness with the biggest player in the neighborhood making me his latest conquest. I felt his finger reach behind my leg and pinch my nipples in this peculiar way and it was over. My butt hole flared open, and my dick strained just a bit harder. I didn’t know what to do. I was so lost in this flooding pleasure that I just pushed his face to get his tongue further in there. He seemed to expect this, swabbing the inner circle of my hole and then occasionally sticking his wet tongue so far in there that I was hungry for more.

“Oh, gotdamn,” I cried.

It was the first time I felt something like this, and I was fighting harder than ever to keep my manhood in check. But it did no good. I was rolling my phat booty all over his face and trying my best to stay tight-lipped about wanting his dick up in me since I had never been fucked and it was barely a day before I thought Chachi was going to be my first.

“You gonna let me melt up in this bitch, Youngblood?” Daddy Mack said, pulling his face away from my tender hole.

“Huh?” I huffed, catching my breath.

“Let me stick my man up in that sweet spot! Have you singing real pretty for me.”

“No, man,” I quivered with him replacing his tongue with one thin stabbing finger that was just sinking into me with very little resistance.

“Huh?”

“No,” I whimpered with another finger barreling its way into me.

“Yeah, you are. Can’t you hear it? Can’t you feel it? It’s got Daddy Mack’s name written all over it. Let Daddy Mack show you that there’s nothing for a sweet redbone thing like you to be scared of.”

I wasn’t aware how lightheaded I was until he pulled me straight over his lap where I felt his dick and the thick slimy good it was covered in against my pubes. Before I could get myself ready, he bounced me up on his lap and the next thing I know I feel this incredible pain slowly shooting up in the center of my ass.

“Shhh!” He hissed at my bawling on top of him. “Give it a minute. I’ll make you feel real good, I promise.”

I was so sure I pulled something that it didn’t occur to me with him eating me like he did and the slippery stuff on his dick made for the easiest entry.

My eyes were screwed tight. I was still gritting my teeth hoping he might be right about eventually making me feel good. And he was. The pain subsided, but it didn’t become a flood of pleasure either. I was sort of stuck in this middle ground that was turned into something more when he started sucking on my nipples. The sensation charged straight through my dick and my hole again, and I instantaneously bucked against him a couple of times. He returned the favor and bucked twice more thinking that I was getting into it.

“I told you. That Daddy Mack feels good up inside of you, don’t he?”

I was still breathless and confused and inexperienced and nervous to get into it, and it didn’t help me get any more perspective when I felt the sting of his rough hands swatting my ass as he bounced me up and down on his lap.

“Now you know why those bitches love me so, right?” He laughed against my incoherent grumblings.

I was still in this state of hanging for about fifteen minutes into our fucking before he laid me down on the shag rug next to the glass coffee table. I don’t what it was. Maybe it could have been him on top of me or having more room for him to maneuver, but when he pinned my legs back and guided his thick dick into me he instantly became part owner of my hole. He started out rolling on top of me, taking these forceful lunges into me before he pulled back, grabbing my ankles and taking these insanely long and deep strokes that made me sign my entire butt hole over to him.

“Whoa wee! This shit is better than pussy!” Daddy Mack bragged, pouring of sweat between my legs.

He went in for another round of rabbit-fucking before he just pulled on out.

I thought he was getting ready to bust a nutt somewhere on my body. But he didn’t even grab his greased dick staring down at me proudly.

“What?” I asked as he just looked down at me with his hand on his waist, panting and sweating.

He let out a laugh. I got the joke when I felt that my legs were too stiff to put my legs back down.

“Reach on back there.” He ordered. “Before you couldn’t get the head of a bobby pin back there, and now you can dig yourself out with four fingers!”

He was right. I rubbed my fingers back there and all four of the just slid on in there like it was nothing. I was more than a little freaked out, not knowing if it was permanent or not. And before I could share my concerns, he moved my fingers out of his way and ploughed his way back into me.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Let me here that boy pussy talk.” Daddy Mack groaned as he fucked me with this new sense of urgency.

I thought I could take all that I could take when I felt his low-hanging balls beat loudly against my hole. But that was nothing compared to the wobbly sound coming out of my asshole every time he dove in. It was almost like I was farting thorough thin plastic without the gas or the muscle control back there.

“I’m about to put all these babies in your belly, you hear?” He warned gently, contrary to his otherwise diligent fucking.

Daddy Mack grunted up a storm, pounding me harder and faster, making sure I felt every stroke. And even though he had worked me loose long before then, somehow or another, my hole quickly tightened up around his swollen dick just so it pulsed around my wet wall ready to spew it junk.

“Oh, gotdammit, motherfucker!” Daddy Mack barked.

His gnarled face twitched something monstrous about me as this warm almost sickly sensation spread within my well-used hole and throughout my intestines. 

Daddy Mack collapsed on top of me, kissing me on my neck erratically along with kicking out the rest of his lingering load with these sporadic thrusts back into my hole before he simply stopped.

He laid on me for about ten minutes. I thought he was about halfway sleep when he found this new burst of energy to lift himself up off me. He immediately told me to put on my clothes. I didn’t know what to say or think as I did so, looking for him to say something, but he never did. He just opened up the front door for me to walk out of, and silently told me to get into his Cadillac where he drove me back over to my house. I tried thanking him for the lift as I got out of his car, but the only thing he did was grunt.

I went about my way. He went about his.

I was so put off with Daddy Mack and Chachi that I did my best in trying to avoid them. It worked well for awhile. The more I saw them the angrier I got. The way I let them use me and throw me away like that. I hated both of them every time I jacked off, thinking about either of them inside of me like that.

Upon graduation from vocational school, I turned my back on Cleveland just like Daddy Mack and Chachi did me and moved on down to Columbus.

I have a 60” computer monitor in my home office that is great for looking at porn.  I also have a view from my office of our enclosed courtyard.  The problem is that when someone enters the courtyard and veers to my office window instead of the front door, they can see me looking/jerking/dildoing to gay porn when I’m horny.  The good news is that everyone goes to the front door and I have a chance to pull myself together and put my toys out of site, until yesterday.

My landscaper knocked on my front door right when I was fantasizing my ass off imagining a hung stud plowing my ass from a standing position with my ass scooted forward for easy access from a tall chair.  I jumped up the moment I heard the knock and wrapped the dildo and lube in the nearby towel I intended to use to clean up the inevitable mess. (I’m shoot some impressive ropes when I cum from a cock or dildo.)  I was still in my robe, so I wrapped it tight and cinched the belt on my way to answer the door.

I was not surprised to see my landscaper was the one knocking since it was the day he was due to clean up my front and back yards.  It was also the last day of the month, and that’s when I write him a check for the work done to then.  I checked to make sure my boner was gone before I swung the door open, and the shock of the interruption had taken its toll on my libido.

“Hey Adrian,” I said cheerily.

“Hey yourself,” he answered as he handed me a receipt for the amount of the check I was supposed to write.

“Come on in,” I offered, “while I get my checkbook.”

He followed me in and I walked back to my office to write the check.  I looked at the amount to make sure I got it right.  Since he was waiting on me, I didn’t sit down.  I just opened the checkbook on top of my desk and started writing.  I couldn’t have predicted in a million years what happened next.

I started to ask Adrian what the date was for the check when I felt the bottom of my robe flip up onto my shoulders.  I was naked underneath and then he assertively pushed his left knee against my inner thigh to spread my legs.  A second later I felt his hard cock enter me from behind.  Luckily, I was still gaped from the dildo, so it wasn’t painful, but I was more than a little surprised.

He pushed all his weight down on my back until my chest was flat against the desktop.  He was not taking “no” for an answer, but by then, saying no was the last thing on my mind.  He kept thrusting his cock deep inside me and grunting like a boar in heat.  I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he nearly yelled, “I can tell you like it, you sexy bitch!”

I’d never been with a dirty talker before, and I found I liked it.  I answered him in between thrusts, “Oh God!  Fuck me you stud!  Give me that hard cock!  I love how you fuck me!  I want to feel you cum inside me!  I want to feel your sperm spilling down my legs!”

My dirty talk back at him worked wonders.  His speed increased and he started slamming into me hard enough that my big, heavy desk started sliding across the tile floor every time his hips made contact with my ass.  I was in heaven, and he rewarded me with a performance worthy of our own porn video.  When he came, he didn’t just scream, he went primal.  His whole body writhed and shook with the force of his orgasm.  If I could have gotten pregnant, that would have been when it happened he left so much semen inside me.

Adrian let his body weight rest on top of me and I listened as he caught his breath after his academy award porn performance.  After his breathing calmed down, oddly enough, I had a few questions, like what made him bold enough to try what he just did?

He told that my courtyard gate was open when he walked up.  That’s how he entered without me hearing him undo the latch.  He heard the audio of either the porn, or me, or both, and decided to investigate before knocking.  He described seeing me with my legs spread up on my computer desk ferociously jamming the dildo in and out of my ass in sync with the guys fucking in the video.  Adrian said he’d never been with a guy before, but watching me gave him an immediate boner.  Seeing what I was into, he decided this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t going to let pass.

“Well,” I laughed, “I’m glad you are a man of action!”

He grabbed the towel off my desk to clean himself up.  The dildo and the lube fell on the floor and now we were both laughing.  He handed me the towel and I wondered if he was going to be a one-time fling.

He did walk out right then, but before he closed the front door, he said, “I’ll be by this same time next week.  Make sure you have the check ready then?  My guys are waiting in the truck so I’ve got to run.”

He left me wondering what it would be like to be fucked by all of them.  I could only hope Adrian could set that up for me.

Your beard’s rubbing my dick

-What if we have our daily blowjob now? –Alvin asked. Have you repented of the agreement we reached yesterday?

-I have repented of nothing, Alvin. Ok, I love seeing you so horny, but since you’re naked, whenever we are gonna give each other a blowjob, I’ll strip too. Anything to object?

-Nothing to object, Albert, just get comfortable.

I thought that he was not only getting hard at the prospect to get a new blowjob from me, but also maybe because he was watching his brother taking everything off. And as for me… well, since I soon will be giving Alvin a new blowjob, I thought that getting hard was ok, so I allowed myself to be excited at the vision of Alvin’s body. This was just a temporary agreement, two brothers getting their rocks off but since we had agreed in this, it would be better to enjoy. So this time I was also gonna be first and once nude I lied on the bed and first started licking Alvin’s balls.

I’m not gay but the truth is I’d spend 24 hours wanting to taste my brother’s dick one more time and this time my tongue had got used to this erotic trips up his long shaft. I spent minutes around his glans cause I wanted Alvin to do the same to me later. And at last I had that savory lollipop deep in my mouth. I was able to engulf such a long hose for I was sure he would deep throat mine later with the same affection. And it was with lust and no disgust that I got used to the taste of a dick, so much so that I started to think that dicks, well only one, Alvin’s dick, would be essential for me to taste once a day. I was thinking about this when his male fountain came gushing out into my mouth and so much I enjoyed the taste today that my dick came too filling his sheets.

He took no time to think and at once already licking my balls he told me he was glad I had just cum for this way he would grant me a long blowjob and now he loved sucking his wonderful brother’s cock, that’s what he told me.

After licking my balls first and affectionately licking my glans too, he had also learnt to breathe when having a dick totally deep in his throat. His former words had moved me but just then I thought this should be longer than a temporary agreement, for no girl could suck my cock as Alvin did. Despite the fact that I had recently cum, I could not help but fill my dear brother’s mouth soon.

The rest of that day we started to be more comfortable with each other and even talked about the sex we’d started to have. I was telling him what I’d thought earlier.

-Oh, Alvin, we’re not gay but giving each other blowjobs is not only something easy but I think it’s becoming a real need for both after now for I’m sure no girl would give us the fun of deep throating.

-I quite agree with you.

And that was all for that day. The next day I also awaited eagerly today’s blowjob but Alvin had a new idea.

-We were naked before each other yesterday, Albert, and were not shy. So why don’t we even sleep naked together after now and we have our daily blowjob in bed prior to sleeping?

-A wonderful idea, Alvin.

It was a wonderful idea, it was, but at the same time, I was desperate all day to get my daily blowjob from my brother and also of giving him a new one.

But the moment finally came when we started sharing the sheets and soon he grabbed my hard cock again.

-Albert, since we’re gonna give each other a new blowjob soon, we can also jack each other off first to enjoy long blowjobs later.

I agreed and also grasped his dick and we started to jack each other off. Then he unexpectedly kissed my mouth and looked into my eyes to see my reaction.

-Ok, Alvin, let’s also kiss.

-Albert, we could be lovers for the time being. A blowjob a day, sleeping together, kissing and touching –and in that moment, he started to touch everything of me-, what do you think?

-I also agree with you, brother –and also started touching him as I continued kissing him and jacking him off.

-I’ve never before fucked an ass and your ass is so gorgeous that I’d also like living the experience of fucking an ass but you know what, Albert? We could have all the temporary agreements with each other that we need, except that –as he was talking I finally came and I saw him shooting his load on the sheets just then too- so I’ll be first now –and he started giving me my daily blowjob just then as he continued talking.

With my dick again deep in his mouth he said.

-Both of us will find our girl one day but so far it’s wonderful to have sex with each other and do almost everything. But even if I would love to fuck you in the ass, Albert, I won’t do it, for I would have to be willing then to allow you to fuck me too. I’m not afraid of sodomy, no prejudice about being fucked in the ass, not afraid even of the risk of ever falling in love with my own brother. The only thing that makes me scared is the pain I will surely feel with such a long dick as yours. Only afraid of the size.

-We’d better not ever fuck each other, Alvin –and in that moment I came.

With no pause I went straight to Alvin’s dick to give him his daily blowjob and as I sucked, I told him.

-Ok, Alvin, I think we’ve reached several agreements today. I think both of us desire being lovers for the time being, both of us desire a daily blowjob, not only getting it but also giving it; we both desire kissing, touching, jerking each other off and sleeping naked together but however strongly we both lust for our brother’s perfect ass, we’ll never fuck each other.

And now he had agreed in many points he filled me again with a new sample of his manly juice.

We talked no more and simply slept naked together, something we’d do every day now and in bed we’d give each other our desired daily blowjob. The rest of the day we could kiss, touch or masturbate each other.

The next night I had a new arousing experience that made me totally devoted to Alvin Holden. By now we slept shamelessly naked together after having spent most of the day some hours naked and jacking off, kissing and touching. Now in bed I wanted to be first again and got my brother’s dick into my mouth and was first to give him a blowjob. Now I was sure I wanted to taste my brother’s rod daily. Nothing I could ever taste could be just as scrumptious and I only hoped he never repented in the future of what we were doing: I wanted to suck that special dick every day of my life. But I was sure that so far he loved it and didn’t take long to cum and got ready now to blow me next.

That night Alvin’s beard was really long. He had not shaved for some days and the moment he started to suck my dick, I felt a new fire, impossible to describe, but I felt I was gonna have my best orgasm with him so far, the best orgasm I had had in life.

-Oh, Alvin, your beard’s rubbing my dick.

-Sorry, Albert, I’ll try to do it better without my beard being a hindrance.

-On the contrary, Alvin. Go on like that and let me try to explain. Your tongue is taking care of, say, my inner dick, but at the same time your beard’s massaging my outer dick. It’s somehow as if you were giving me two blowjobs at once. All my dick flesh is so sensitive now that your brush is melting it and I’m sure when I cum, I’ll pour buckets of semen into your mouth now.

-Then if you like it, I’ll go on.

His tongue my inner bonfire, his beard a paint brush lighting a new fire beside the first. This way of blowing made my testicles work more strongly that they’ve ever done and of course I had to gush uncontrollably and he drank every drop with real desire.

-Oh, Alvin, never shave your beard, please. I’ve never had this fun in sex before.

-I’ve never seen such a long cum spurting from your dick before. Ok, I won’t be so fast in shaving now, but I wanna live what you have just lived. You only have a moustache. What if you start growing a beard too for me?

I told him I would and added I needed him, oh I need you, Alvin –I added.

-Is it love, Albert?

-I don’t think it is but the security that never again can I have sex with anybody else and enjoy as I do with you. You could even take my ass if you want.

-We had agreed that we won’t fuck. I think the best we can do is being sure that we will always have sex with each other or becoming lovers. We can have sex with anyone we fancy but always sleeping naked together and having sex. Do you agree?

Of course I agreed and that’s the way we were both sure we wanted to continue our brotherly sex and become lovers.

Two years have passed and we have had sex with other people and yes, also with boys and have even fucked their asses but neither Alvin nor I have ever been fucked.

I grew a beard and Alvin tells me the same I told him one night: he loves the way my beard treats his dick too when blowing him. So never fucking and so far having only a blowjob a day, if love ever comes to either of us, it will be no surprise.

A low, gruff voice spoke up. “Excuse me?” 

I recognized the voice before I even looked back. As I turned around on the barstool, I was smiling as my mind flooded with memories and ideas. 

Marco stood there, even beefier than last time. His hair and beard were a bit long, making the streaks of gray more apparent. He wore a button down shirt which was tight on his chest and arms. 

“Let me guess.” I said, playfully. I finished my drink. “You and your partner saw me from across the bar and you want to buy me a drink?” 

I stood up as Marco chuckled and smiled. “Actually…” he looked me up and down. I wore tight black jeans and a gray sweater. “My partner and I would like to invite you back to our place for a drink.” 

My brows went up and I chuckled. I glanced at the bartender as he collected my glass. We exchanged nods before I turned back to Marco. “Let me see this partner of yours.”

Marco led the way, his round muscle butt rolling in his slacks. I couldn’t help but stare and think back to our last time together. My cock was beginning to grow as we reached the booth. 

“You must be Jack.” I said playfully. Marco rolled his eyes but Jack chuckled. He stood up and embraced me. 

“And you must the stud from the bar.” He said as I hugged him back. 

He stepped back. He wore jeans like me but a fitted longsleeve instead of a sweater. He looked me up and down. He bit his lip and smirked at me. Suddenly, Marco’s hand groped my ass cheek and growled a whisper into my ear. “So what will it be, handsome? Will you come home with us?” 

I glanced back at him with a smirk. “Absolutely.” 

We skipped any more formalities. We chatted as we left the bar and made our way down an alleyway. And as we cut through a small park, our hands and lips became more active. 

Soon we reached their building. We rushed up the stairs, pausing to kiss and grope and grind. And as we reached their apartment door, clothes went flying. When we reached the bedroom, we were naked. 

Marco laid back on their bed, hands behind his head, hairy body and heavy cock and balls on display. I crawled towards him, ending up between his legs, hands on his powerful thigh. I looked at his face as I approached, but now looked down at his impressive manhood. I swallowed and smiled. I looked back up at him. He nodded and held his hard cocks base. I nodded back and looked down and began to suck his cock. 

Just as I was starting, Jack’s hands smacked both my ass cheeks. I winced and groaned, then moaned around Marco’s cock as his partner began to rim me. He licked and teased my hole, making my eyes roll back and my back arch. We sucked and rimmed and moaned for a long moment. I came off Marco’s cock with a deep breath, looking up at him. He licked his lips and nodded, a hand finding my head and guiding me back to sucking. I obeyed, even as he pushed me down further until I was gagging on his dick. “Fuck yeah, thats right.” 

He released my head and I bobbed along his shaft before pulling off to pant above his tip. Jack’s lips had left my hole moments before. And now, as Marco and I eye fucked each other and I was about to suck him again, Jack’s lubed finger sank into my hole. I gasped and moaning around Marco’s meat. I closed my eyes and started to suck and bob, wincing and moaning again as a second finger joined the first. 

After fingering me for a few moments, Jack’s cock found my hole. It was lubed and hot as it slapped my rim, and when he pushed against it the memories of last time made my hole relax. “Oh, fuck yeah.” The ginger groaned, my hole swallowing his cock as I moaned around the brunette’s dick. And soon my moans turned to whimpers as Jack wasted no time starting to fuck me. 

Jack humped slowly and steadily, pumping into me with no hesitation. I pulled up to Marco’s cockhead, sucking and licking over it as I moaned. The man’s hand grabbed my head, wordlessly telling me there was no pulling away. 

“Ah, fuck yeah.” Jack moaned, gripping my hips firmly as he kept up his steady thrusting. Marco’s hand guided me to bob along the top half of his meat, as I drooled and moaned from his husband’s pounding. Then, Jack pulled out, making me gasp. He placed a thumb on my hole and began to tease the rim, his free hand shaking and slapping my ass cheek. Marco released my head and I finally pulled off his cock, inhaling hard for the first time in many minutes. 

Marco reached down to my armpits, guiding me to crawl on top of him until our lips met. He began to kiss and make out as I straddled his waist. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them and I reached back to aim his cock. And when the fat meat pressed into my hole, I gasped out, breaking the kiss and straightening up. I sat back fully, groaning and biting my lip as I ground idly on Marco’s cockbase. 

I started to rock forward and back, riding his cock while holding his meaty pectoral. I kneaded the muscles as he kneaded my ass cheeks. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time before I glanced around to see Jack filming us. 

I’d forgotten their porn star lifestyle but it only turned me on further. I groaned out, Marco starting to hump up into me. “Ah, fuck!” I moaned, before Marco sat up and kissed me again. I held his head as I rode his pumping cock, sitting on his lap while he used his arms and legs to rock me on his lap. His hands slid around to my back, holding me firm. 

Then suddenly I was being rolled back, groaning into the kiss as I ended up spread wide. And the whole time Marco never stopped humping. And as we ended up in position, he gained speed, bucking faster and faster as we continued to kiss. My hands held the man’s back as I moaned out. He switched from deep fast thrusts to long slow ones, then back to quick bucking. And soon I had to break the kiss so I could moan out my pleasures. 

For a long time, Marco fucked me like this. His lips found my neck, kissing and sucking it, muttering his enjoyment as I was left to moan out. I noticed as Jack filmed my face as I was getting fucked, before moving behind Marco to get a shot of his heavy balls slapping against me. 

He started to fuck fast again, then forced himself deep and ground there while I gasped and moaned out. He rolled his hips, pumping in and out smoothly, before he straightened up. Marco put my feet on his shoulders and held my ass cheeks as he fucked me. I gasped and my back arched before I noticed Jack standing above my face. A moment later he was pushing his hard cock into my mouth. 

I sucked hard, muffling my moans from the fat cock in my ass. Jack leaned forward, humping and fucking my face. Above me I heard the lewd sounds of making out. The husbands were kissing as they fucked me from both ends. 

Jack pulled out and moved forward, placing his balls against my moaning lips as he stroked himself. After a long moment where my sounds of pleasure were muffled by heavy balls, Marco pushed himself deep and Jack pulled away. 

He returned a moment later with a camera, filming my body and my hole as I was fucked. Marco put on a show for the camera, bucking hard and deep, making me moan out further before he slowed and ground his cock inside me, turning my moans to gasps of pleasure. 

“Fuck me.” I said, voice weak as he started to spread up again. Jack pulled away and Marco laid over me, pinning my shoulders to the bed as he pounded me. He tensed and went harder and faster, his face flushed. “You gonna cum in me?” 

“Fuck yeah.” Marco grunted, eyes shutting tight as he gasped and groaned, before slamming in hard and shooting his load. “Fuuuuuuuck!” I gasped and he roared and moaned, giving a dozen hard thrusts as he came,  before seamlessly starting to hump again. He opened his eyes, panting in my face. He gave a coy smirk and winked, then started to kiss me again. 

Marco stayed hard and kept fucking hard. I was already on the verge of whimpering from the breeding he gave me, so when he straightened up and held my legs together, fucking me fast and hard, I couldn’t help but let out a volley of long loud whimpers. 

But soon enough, Marco pulled out and Jack took his place. The ginger smirked down at me, spreading my legs and smoothly sinking his cock back into me. “Fuck!” I moaned, tensing and squirming as he started to fuck my bred hole. 

Marco got the camera and began filming us as Jack humped and fucked me. “Ah, fuck yeah.” He moaned over and over, holding my ass from underneath and fucking up into it. He lifted my ass higher and gained spread. My back arched and my hands went behind my head as we both moaned our pleasures. “Ah, yeah. Fuck yeah!” 

Jack pulled out, as he started to cum. Seed splattered my cock and balls, before he pushed his cockhead back into my hole. He fucked me anew, hard and fast, the camera and Marco getting close to film it intimately. He sank in deep before a volley of thrusts then leaned forward over me, panting as he fucked both of their loads deep inside me. Then, he kissed me and kept fucking. 

He pulled out and lifted my ass high. I tensed but he held me up as Marco came close to film my cum flooded hole. “Fuck, thats hot.” Marco said, before stepping back while Jack lowered me and sank back in. 

“Ah, fuck…” I groaned as the man humped me again, his hands rubbing my thighs for a moment before he leaned in to kiss me again. I held his head close for a long time, before we finally broke and pulled apart. 

Jack was between my legs. I reached down to stroke his cock, feeling its heft and the two loads coating it. I stroked and Jack flexed his arms, posing for me. He chuckled and leaned down for another long make out, before I heard Marco tell him to move. 

The ginger moved away and got the camera as the brunette got into bed and guided me to roll over onto my knees. He rubbed my cheek and stroked himself, then pushed his hard, fat cock back into my cum slick passage. Marco sank deep and started to fuck, humping long and slow but quickly gaining speed as he held and spread my cheeks. He leaned over me and knelt on the backs of my knees, pinning me down as he started to buck his hips, fucking faster. 

“Oh, yeah. Fuuuuck, yeah.” I was moaning. A moment later Jack and the camera were in my face, watching it warp with pleasure as Marco pounded me deep and quick. “Ah~ Aah! Mmm, fuck!” 

“You want my load, boy?” Marco asked, in a growl. 

“Aaaaahhhh. Yes, sir!” 

“You like me breeding you over and over?”

“Oh, yes! Yes, sir!”

The bed started to bang against the wall as Marco used my hole. He pulled out once or twice, only to sink back in and resume pounding. Then he pushed deep, rolling his hips and grinding inside my passage. 

I moaned out, looking into the camera then down at Jack’s cock. For a long time this continued, until Marco pulled out and commanded me onto my back again. I rolled over and he sank back in, rolling his hips inside my spread ass, holding my hips for leverage as he went slow and deep, teasing me as I shuddered and groaned. His hands moved to my chest, feeling over my muscles as he started to gain speed. And soon he was laying over me, moaning into my neck as he bucked inside my hole. He raised his head and kissed me deep, then pushed himself up to look down at me. 

“Let me see you stroke that dick, boy.” He said, dripping sweat onto me before straightening up, holding my thighs, and fucking me hard and quick. 

I started to stroke myself and let out a breathy “yes sir.” 

It wasn’t going to take me long to cum. And as Marco fucked me faster and harder and the bed banged against the wall, I felt my orgasm rushing in. Jack had the camera close to my body, filming my cock as it throbbed and swelled, precum leaking over my fingers. 

I let out a soft gasp. “Yeah, fuck me. Fuck. Ah fuck, Im gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck yeah!” My back arched and my hole clenching in the brunettes cock as my own cock fired off. The first blast hit me in the face, then the rest hit my chin and chest and abdomen as Marco fucked it out of me. 

And he gave me no pause. He leaned down, sweat dripping onto me. He bucked fast, bed banging the wall faster. “Ah, fuck yes.”

“AAaaaah, yeah. Use me. Use my hole.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Cum in me!” I moaned, as Marco sank deep and started to cum again, this time holding still and shooting deep inside my hole. 

I gasped and gawked at the man as he came so deep and hard, throbbing inside of me. “Fuck yeah. Pull out and let me see.”

Jack’s soft voice cut through out tension as he came closer with the camera. Marco nodded and slowly pulled out as the ginger filmed my hole. And when his cock pulled out, I felt cum oozing out too. 

When the camera was finally put down, I collapsed on the bed, panting and swallowing as I recovered from the thorough breedings I had taken. Marco and Jack joined me in their bed, cuddling me on either side. “You’re really a natural at this, Danny.” Jack said. 

I chuckled. “Maybe I’ll have to start my own channel.” 

“Our fans loved your last video.” Marco added. 

“Yeah?” I asked, rubbing their thighs. 

Jack grabbed my hand and guided to his cock. He was hard again. I gripped his solid meat and looked at his face. He smirked. “Yes. And we loved it too. Have you ever seen it?” 

“I have not.” I admitted, with a chuckle. Jack stood up and went to the computer and tv. And a moment later, the video was starting. And when Jack joined us back in bed, Marco and I were hard again. 

I was probably twenty at the time when I first managed to suck on my own cock. I was desperate for a man to suck me off but failed attempts at cruising for a blow job had resulted in me deciding to try and suck myself off.

I was staying over at my best mate’s house for the summer and one day my mate had to go to a job interview and was being driven there by his dad so I was alone in the house and as usual as randy as fuck.

I stripped off completely and lay on the bed wanking my cock to a very handsome stiffness. My thoughts were of men slurping on my dick, older men experienced in cock sucking and my thoughts gave me the hardest of hard ons possible.

I was proud of my big cock, it was a good stiff uncut seven inches with a glorious knob head of plum like proportions. The fucking thing looked so tasty I just had to try and get it into my mouth for a sucking.

I lifted my legs up and over my head bringing my dick closer to my head. I hooked my feet over the bed post and just looked at my throbbing prick for some moments, my hand stroking it back and forth and tugging it closer to my lips.

Oh! How I needed it sucked, needed a hot mouth and tongue lapping around it. My cock was getting closer to my lips, my heart and head pounding my dick pulsating and demanding a suck.

Closer and closer still, my back aching a little and stretching just that bit more until at last my knob brushed my lips. My dick jumped at the touch, my hands reached between my legs to pull on my balls and tug my cock nearer. Finally I was kissing my helmet and releasing pre cum from the tip of my cock. I licked at the slippery clear fluid and pulled my cock even closer. My lips enveloped my knob at last and my tongue lapped over it lustfully

I was hooked immediately on the taste of my prick and strained my back even further to take a little more of my cock into my mouth.  My lips sucked on my knob as I pulled my balls right back the effect got me so close I had to ease off and relax letting my legs lay straight out in front of me.

I rested for a few moments, my hand working my dick up and down and then once again I flung my legs over my head. This time my cock slipped into my mouth more easily and I began to suck o my knob with some lustful relish. I could feel my spunk stirring in my balls and had not even thought about the moment of orgasm so my continued tongue lapping and sucking resulted in a mouth full of cum which took me by surprise. I pulled my dick out and let my spunk splatter my face before opening my mouth and taking the last spurts over my tongue. I must admit, the taste was pretty sweet and so I swilled it around and around my mouth before swallowing every fucking drop.

Such was my achievement I decided to make time for another suck off as soon as I was cum loaded.

Probably an hour or so later and I was back on the bed legs over my head and cock stiffly probing against my lips. I was just gobbling on my knob when the bedroom door opened and my friends dad came into my room.

“What the fuck are you up to Darren?” he said.

I swung my legs back down and covered my cock with my hands. I was speechless and pretty embarrassed.

“Looked pretty wild to me lad. Just having a crafty self suck while we were out is that it?”

I still did not know what to say and was surprised when he came right into the room and closed the bedroom door.

“If you want something to suck on lad how about sucking on this” he said pulling his cock out f his trousers.

I looked at his dick, it was already semi stiff and pretty damn nice. In fact my friends dad was pretty handsome for a man in his late forties and very fanciable.

“Where’s Stuart?” I asked pathetically.

Stuart was my mate, his son, and I imagined was downstairs.

“Stuart’s not coming back tonight, on the way back he decided he wanted to see his mother so I dropped him at hers”.

I knew Stuarts mum and dad were divorced and knew he kept in constant touch with her.

“So lad, are you going to suck on this big cock or do I have to tell Stuart what a naughty self sucker you are?”

He stepped closer to me, his foreskin was right back, his knob exposed and shiny, a fitting crown to his eight inch prick.

Moments later his knob was brushing my lips as I sat up in bed. I opened my mouth and he slid his gorgeous prick inside.

The taste, like my own, was unique and like my own his prick was oozing a copious amount of clear pre cum.

I sucked on his helmet and he dropped his trousers and pants down so that I could feel his heavy cum loaded balls.

“You suck cock good lad” he said “Suppose you’ve had loads of practice on your own dick”.

I couldn’t answer him with my mouth full of cock so continued to pleasure his prick with my hot tongue.

“Fuck! Lad! That is so good, keep doing that and I’ll be fucking spraying your throat with my sperm”.

The thought of that made my cock jump helplessly and so I was prepared for a blast of spunk at any time.

“On your back” he said “Put your head over the edge of the bed”.

I did as he asked and I watched as he stripped off completely. His cock hovered over my face and looking up I could admire his fit body and the line of hair running up from his pubes ad spreading out over his firm pecs. 

“Open that sweet hot mouth for me lad and feed my cock down your throat”.

He began to push his cock into my mouth and as soon as his knob hit the back of my throat I began to gag.

“Just relax those throat muscles lad and it will slip down. take a deep breath now and swallow my hot cock”.

He tried again and this time I opened the back of my throat and felt his knob edging down.

“Good boy” he said “Daddy’s big cock is going right down your fucking throat now”.

I was soon kissing his pubic hair as his cock was right down my gullet and it felt amazing.

A few moments and I had to release it to breathe but then he shoved it down again and again until I was pretty relaxed and letting him face fuck me.

“Wow! Lad, You are a natural. You deserve a little treat yourself mate”.

He pulled his cock out of my throat and let it rest on my tongue as he leaned over me to take my dick into his mouth. One hand clutched my shaft firmly as the other gripped my balls and the sixty nine was in session.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. At last I had a real man sucking me off and what’s more I had his older cock in my mouth being pleasured by yours truly.

The sucking went on for ages we wanted it to. We played with each others balls and at one point he began to lick my arsehole which felt fucking incredible. My best mates dad with his tongue up my arse? Absolutely mind blowing!

“How about you show me how you suck your own cock and I’ll stick my tongue up your arse while you do it” he said coming up for air.

I was so excited I would have done anything for him so I got into my self suck position with legs over my head and feet levered on the headboard.

He watched as I licked my own knob and as soon as I slipped my helmet into my mouth he began to lick at my hole which sent me into fucking orbit.

His tongue was digging deep, his mouth clamped to my arsehole his eyes watching me suck on my own prick.

The noises of his mouth and tongue slurping and feeding on my arse made my dick jump in my mouth. His tongue worked all over my balls and down to my arsehole, a manoeuvre he repeated several times the best part being the feel of his wriggling tongue probing into my arse.

I was close to shooting my load as I watched him. His beautiful brown eyes watching me as I sucked my own cock.

Not content with just his tongue inside me , he began to insert a finger, then two then three, three fingers and his tongue driving me wild, wilder still as he found my prostate and pleasured it.

A change of position had me moaning like crazy He knelt over my head and let his cock nudge into my already cock filled. Now he could munch on my hole, get his cock sucked and let me self suck a the same time. I was in fucking raptures as he jabbed his tongue in and out of my arsehole whilst I sucked both dicks together best I could.

My cum was stirring and tingling in my nuts and I new I could not take any more pleasuring. Muffled cock blocking moans summoned my spunk and I began to shoot into my own mouth. Filled with cum my mouth was a sloppy pot of honey for his big prick and he too began to cum. The surge of cum from both pricks had me dribbling spunk and my orgasm sent my arse into pulsations against the hot tongue still teasing my hole.

My mate’s step dad pulled from my mouth and I relaxed my legs down leaving a trail of my own cum down my belly. I looked up and saw a long string of pearls dangling from his cock. The first

creamy pearl swinging above my open mouth.

He lowered the cum down till the first pearl was tickling the back of my throat then I just let him shove his creamy cock in my mouth again for a final cum sucking.

I was moaning and feeding on his prick like a cum hungry slut but I didn’t care, the man was a fucking Adonis, my first older man, my idol.

That night there was a tap on my bedroom door and there was my Adonis stark naked with a raging hard on.

“Can I get into bed with you lad?” he asked.

My cock was throbbing hard within seconds at the sight of the man and before I could answer he slipped in between the sheets with me and put his hand on my cock.

“You have a lovely big cock lad, no wonder you can suck it yourself.” he said “Maybe I could feel it fucking my arse, would you like to do that?”

Again before I could answer he was on his side spooning with me and rubbing my knob end up and down his hairy arse crack.

His hole was really hot and it gave way a little as he pushed back on my prick.

“Let me lube your cock up with my spit” he said gobbing into his hand and then rolling saliva around my knob.

Wet and slippery my dick eased into his hot arsehole inch by inch and I was fucking him within a minute, my balls banging against his butt.

“Is it right in?” I asked shoving my cock forward.

“Fuck! Yes lad and it feels like it’s fucking into my heart. Wow! You’ve got a lovely young sturdy cock Darren. Fuck! It’s in me so fucking deep Ohhhhhh! Sweet Fucking Hell!”

I lifted his legs up and he held the backs of his thighs letting my cock go even deeper. I couldn’t believe what was happening, if this was what fucking a hot man felt like then I was fucking hooked.

His stiff prick was now above his lips and  knew that he wanted to try and suck his own dick as  fucked him so I pushed his legs right over his head and his knob brushed his soft lips.

“Fuck! Darren. It’s been years since I sucked my own cock” he said and a hard push of my cock into his arse had his hot knob head slipping between his lips for a self suck.

The sight of him sucking his own dick was very exciting and stirred the cum in my active balls so much that I found myself right on the edge.

Watching his tongue curl around his slippery prick end resulted in his own orgasm which pumped a fuck load of spunk from his nuts and had his arsehole contracting against my dick as it too began to spurt it’s cream.

His face was a mess of sperm his tongue dripping with it, his lips glazed with it as I filled his gut with five spurts of my own spunk.

I kept my cock inside him whilst his mouth feasted  on his own semen my hand clutching his balls and milking more cum from his tingling nuts.

He rolled on top of me, my cock slipping out of his arse, his mouth wet with cum and creaming my own lips. Our tongues entwined and we relished every drop of cum clinging to his mouth.

If only Stuart could see me now, licking his dad’s spunk off. What the fuck would he think?

“Darren, that was fucking incredible lad but it has to be our secret, you won’t tell Stuart will you lad?”

I pondered the question for a moment.

“No! Of course not” I replied “But you have to keep having sex with me because it is so good”.

He slid down my body taking my limp cum soaked cock into his mouth. He mumbled something whilst sucking me which I knew was a definite.

“Yes!”

The New Felix

Two weeks later I walked into the apartment suite where Felix and Gary were living, not at all sure what to expect. Gary greeted me with a huge grin, kissing me as we hugged.

“How’s our ward doing?” I asked. “Has he …?”

“Check for yourself,” Gary replied. “He’s almost driven everyone nuts he’s so determined to master his new limbs.” He grinned. “And the little devil has been quite innovative as well — and very randy.”

“Innovative? He’s pretty bloody creative when it comes to sex as it was! Are you saying he’s now even more demanding?”

“See for yourself,” Gary said, his grin infectious. “I’ll just say he’s waiting for you. He isn’t fully able to move unaided, so he’s a bit restrained at the moment.” Laughing he opened the door. “Enjoy your reunion! Call if you need any help.”

Stepping into the room I stopped in amazement as the door closed softly behind me. Felix stood in front of me, his arms apparently fully restored. He grinned as I stared. 

“Like it? Like my new legs?”

My gaze travelled down to his feet. “Hooves?” My surprise showed. 

“Yup. If I’m going to have horns on my head, I’m going to have feet to match! Like them?”

“Wow. They do look fabulous, but don’t they make walking tricky?”

“They take a little getting used to, but I’m getting there, and because they’re detachable, I can change them if I want to …” He studied me anxiously. “Do you like them?

Moving closer I put my arms round his waist. “Do you? I love the way you look, Felix.”

My kiss cut off his response.

“Lukas, thank you.” He sighed. “I’m a total freak — tits. A cock that’s a huge clitoris, horns on my head, prosthetic arms and legs — so I decided to go with the flow and have hooves instead. But if you …?”

“Rubbish. I love it, and I love the way you’re handling this.” I kissed him again. “I don’t think I could …”

“You could, probably better than me …” kissing me, he put his new arms round my waist. “Release me from this support and help me to my chair, Lukas, then I’m yours. Fuck me, play with my tits, my clit, whatever you want …”

Releasing him proved quite easy, and he was far more steady on his hooves than I expected. Settling him into his chair, I let him adjust his position while I admired his new limbs. Now I could see that his stumps were encased in some kind of ‘socket’ and held in these by latex sleeves or stockings that blended to his latex coated arms and thighs. The artificial limbs were a lot lighter than I expected, and his hands were almost as usable as my own. He laughed as he adjust the chair to present his opening.

“I hope you’re loaded for bear, Lukas, and ready to fuck my brains out!” Laughing he added, “I think I’m a nymphomaniac. Better gag me and strap me down, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for three weeks now.”

“Gary not satisfied you?”

“Gary’s great.” Felix giggled. “But I think I’ve worn him out!”

I finished fastening the restraints and grinned as my hand found his stiff penis-clit. “Want a gag?”

“Yes, please,” he replied with a shudder as he experienced another orgasm. Grinning he added, “You know how noisy I get when you’re fucking me …” 

“So now you think you can get a fresh cock to satisfy you?” Teasing his organ I laughed as he sucked a breath through the gag and responded with a surprised tremor as I induced a small orgasm. “Hmm, I think Gary needs a reward.” I moved to the door. “Gary, can you join us?”

The door opened and Gary entered.

“He wants me to fuck his brains out,” I told Gary. “But I think I need some assistance.” I played with Felix’ organ again, gently drawing him into another orgasm. “I’d like you to fuck me as I fuck him. Would you like to do that?”

“Love to.” Gary kissed me. “Any time you’re ready, Lukas. But I should warn you I need a long one …”

“Perfect.” I shucked out of my ‘public’ latex thong releasing my erection. “Fit those scrotal weights onto me — the heavy set, and then strap us together with the fucking harness I see on the shelf there.” 

Raising my arms I spread my legs and submitted having the neck on my scrotum encircled by the heavy steel ring. It stretched the neck my rubber coated scrotum, confining my balls tightly and, it has to be said, uncomfortably, in the now tautly stretched part below the weighted ring. I knew I would be unable to cum like this, and that it would be torture, but I wanted to make the point that Gary was a part of this team. The wide ‘’slave’ corset encased my midriff, then Gary positioned himself behind me. I bent forward to receive him, and let him enter me fully. I straightened up at his signal, and stood as he secured himself to the harness attached to my slave belt.

Kissing my neck, Gary chuckled. “Now you’re just a dildo, Lukas. Want me to cuff your wrists to our demanding friend here?”

“Why not?” I chuckled. “You have control, Gary. Let’s give Felix what he needs.” 

Gary knew what he was doing, and in no time my wrists were locked to Felixes waist as I stood, my erection just brushing his opening. His lips found my neck.

“Ready?” He murmured in my ear.

“Ready, Gary.” I chuckled. “Enjoy yourself.”

He steadied my large glans at Felix’ opening, then, with a firm thrust of his hips rammed me fully into our helpless companion. Now I was pressed onto Felix small backward facing penis-clitoris, and Gary made sure I moved over it, increasing the stimulation and causing Felix to strain against his bonds as he experienced a huge orgasm.

Gary knew what he was doing to both of us, and his skill and experience showed as he slowly developed his rhythm. The harness fastening us together meant that his cock, inside me, moved very little, but mine, inside Felix got the full movement. And the stimulation.

My weighted balls prevented my unloading anything, the weight swinging with each thrust. I felt myself reach orgasm five or six times, each more powerful than the last, each excruciating in that Gary gave me no pause in the rhythm, and without any release of my now pent up cum. I was whimpering, almost begging to be allowed to cum, when he reached between my legs to grip the weight. 

Taking my ear lobe in his teeth he whispered, “You’ve done well, Lukas. Ready for the most earth shattering cum you’ve ever had?”

“Yes!” I hissed. “Please? Let me …”

My legs buckled under me as the weight was released. My cock exploded. It was intense. It was painful, it was fantastic. And it was overpowering …” 

Our return to the apartments we shared with Rory and Ted was a fun event, made all the more so by Felix transformation. He’d mastered his prosthetic limbs completely and undergone a terrific change in himself as well. It took a few days to settle back into a routine, and for me to get back into the swing of my job. A week after our return Rory, Gary and I walked Felix down to our ‘private’ park in the nice warmth of the summer evening.

“Ted’s joining us later,” Gary told us as we set out. “He’s bringing a friend — and something so we can all celebrate the ‘new’ Felix and his latest business deal he says.”

“He told me.” Rory smiled. “He’s an old friend. It’ll be good to see him again.”

“Does he know ..?” Felix looked worried. “I mean does he know I’m ..?”

“He should.” Rory retorted, smiling. “He helped get you here!” Standing aside he waited for us to enter then closed the gate. “He said to wait at the dancers statue.”

“Yes, but …” Felix hesitated. “I mean, does he know about my having …” Indicating his hoofed prosthetic feet, he continued, “With you guys I can show off being the freak I’ve become …”

“Stop worrying, Felix.” Taking him by the arm, Gary guided him toward the statue in it’s hedged  enclosure. “There they are.”

Ted and his companion turned as we entered the enclosure, and Felix gave a squeal of delight, then checked as he registered the fact the visitor wasn’t wearing rubber, like us, he was fully rubberised. As he turned to face us we saw that he also had horns like Felix.

“Gil!” He moved forward, his concern forgotten for a moment. Then he stopped, his face showing uncertainty. “Um, it’s good to see you … But what happened ..?”

“And to see you, my dear.” Gil moved forward and embraced Felix, planting a firm kiss on Felix’ rubber coated lips. “Ted told me you’d new arms and legs.” He smiled. “And you look absolutely fabulous! Are you happy with your new look and limbs?”

“I love it and my new arms.” Felix paused. “You really think I look good like this? With these horns, and the hooves?”

“Felix, I loved you as you were before … and I knew I loved you when we recovered you, and now nothing will stop me having you as my beloved partner.” Glancing at Ted he continued, “Ted has offered me a place in his organisation. I had to be rubber coated as part of our ruse to rescue you …” He grinned. “And I got the horns after I saw yours.” Turning to the rest of us. “Guys, thanks for looking after my crazy Felix. I was stupid, and my stupidity ended up with Felix getting into trouble. Now I want him back.” Kissing Felix again. “Beloved Felix, will you forgive my stupidity and take me as your partner for life?”

“You want me ..? Like this ..?” Felix looked stunned. “You know I’ve been gelded …”

“Yes, and I don’t care, Felix” Gil kissed him. “I made a big mistake, and you thought I was rejecting you … I wasn’t. I love you, and want you by my side. Will you accept me … after all that’s happened.”

For a long moment Felix said nothing studying Gil’s face as he rested in his friend’s arms, then he smiled.

“Yes, Gil. And thank you …” 

Their mouths met in a long kiss, and we left them, moving to the bench where Ted had a bottle of champagne and glasses set out.

“To the happy couple,” Ted said, raising his glass. We all clinked glasses and drank as he added, “Gil had to leave the flat they shared on an urgent job and Felix thought he’d been dumped. Gil had left a note explaining, but Felix didn’t find it …” He watched as the pair sat and talked holding hands on the other side of the small enclosure. “He took it badly, did all sorts of stupid things, and ended up in Brazil in trouble. Gil acted as our bait to get inside the Brazilian gang’s operation. As you see they’d started to do some mods to him as well by the time we’d got our rescue squad into place, but without his willingness we couldn’t have got to where Felix was.”

“Damn, that took courage.” Gary remarked. “What if you’d not been able ..?”

“We talked that through. We knew we could retrieve Gil, but had to accept we might not get Felix — there was a possibility he had already been ‘snuffed’. Gil managed to locate him, and sent us the signal … and here we are.”

Ted wouldn’t be drawn on how they’d pulled it off, and we knew what had happened to Felix and the problems he’d faced to reach this point.

“At least it ends well,” Rory said. “For all of you. Hopefully there won’t be any revival of that operation.” 

I wanted to ask what had been done to stop it, but we were joined by Felix and Gil, both smiling and Felix a little tearful.

“He’s agreed to become my partner!” Gil declared happily. 

“Then here’s to you both,” said Ted, topping up our glasses while Rory handed the pair theirs.

We celebrated their obvious love for one another, and then, late walked back to our apartments hand in hand. It was agreed that Gil would share Felix’ room until they moved to their own apartment, and we spent a few minutes acquainting Gil with the location of all the things they would need, then ate a light supper.

Later I submitted myself to Rory’s desire after we’d seen Felix and Gil settled in their bedroom.

“Master,” I began. “It’s good to see Felix so happy, and now I am exclusively yours again.” Kneeling, I kissed his erection, then looked up into his smile. “Your Rubber companion to enjoy as you like. How may I show my appreciation for all you do for me, Master”

“Tonight, my love, you may choose. How would you like me to use you?”

I moved to my favourite ‘couch’ and settled onto it. 

“Secure me, beloved Master, and fuck me.”

With the practice of frequent use, he secured me, then kissed me tenderly, and gagged me. 

“I’m going to do more than just fuck you, my lovely Rubber Man companion.” He chuckled. “I hope you’re loaded, because I’m going to feast on that gorgeous rubberised cock and then …”

He did exactly that. Drained my balls, then fucked me into ecstasy, sucked my balls dry again, then released me, moved us to the bed, positioned me on my side, and spooned me from behind. Still gagged, I relaxed as he inserted his fresh erection into my manhole and held me tight to his body. 

“Now, my love, we sleep, and in the morning, we’ll return to our old routine, and you’ll go to work in your chastity belt.” His hand found my stiffening cock. “So everyone knows this is mine from now on.”

It was a while before I slept, but I awoke in the morning with my beloved Master feasting on my ‘morning glory’ and then submitted to being fucked face down. Then he locked me in my chastity belt, and removed the gag. 

“Happy, my love?”

“Yes, beloved Master.” I returned his kiss. “Plug me as well, please. I’m exclusively yours until you say otherwise.”

Wesley is a 33-year-old tailor who opened a small shop in Gorey, a town known as a retail hub in the southeastern part of Ireland. His business is called Made to Measure, and it is part of an array of independent boutiques and coffee shops dotting the main street. Wesley is fascinated by testicules, by huge balls to be more precise. When cutting out a pair of pants, he has to take the measurement from crotch to feet, and that is a hot opportunity to pressure the client’s balls, to feel their size.

Fergus is a 41-year-old man who just moved to Gorey to teach geography at the Community School, an all-boy institution established in 1993, following the amalgamation of the nearby Christian Brothers School, Vocational College and Loreto Abbey School. The student population is over 1,500 and the teaching staff exceeds 100. The name Fergus means “man of valor”; the Old Irish element gus can also mean “strength or force”. Fergus doesn’t have balls; they are bigger than lemons, more like oranges! His ass and cock are also extra-large. He needs tailored pants, and finds hot personalized service at Made to Measure.

As a new teacher, Fergus wants to create a good first impression among both staff and student bodies. To do so, he thinks that a three-piece suit would be appropriate. Wesley meets his new client in August to discuss fabrics and style. Fergus wastes no time on these details and asks the tailor to take his measurements. He needs the three-piece suit for Septembre 4th. Wesley has a rule: “I only measure a man’s arms, shoulders, pecs, stomach and legs if he gets naked. I like precision.” Fergus has no problem with that rule. He knows that the handsome tailor will be pleased by what he will see.

Did I forget to mention that Wesley is also fascinated by a man’s butt crack? He takes pleasure in measuring it for a perfect trouser fit. When Fergus gets naked, the tailor is flabbergasted. The proportions of the body are sublimely balanced and erotic in their magnitude. Arms, shoulders, pecs and stomach are quickly measured. Ass and crotch get greater and longer attention. As soon as Wesley exerts pressure on Fergus’ balls, the client’s cock stiffens. In reality, it’s a two-way reaction; Wesley’s dick also gets hard.

“I’ve never seen balls, cock and ass that size, and believe me, many men have gotten naked under my watchful eye and hungry mouth.”

“I sense that you like my war hammer and my cannonballs!”

“Fuck yeah! Your dick is bigger than most porn stars. It’s honestly the size of my forearm. And your balls compete well with grapefruits.”

“Because of my extra-large virile assets, I need made to measure pants. Fell free to squeeze my fruity endowment. For the price that I’m paying, you can even swallow them.”

Wesley doesn’t have to be told twice. He greedily licks the grapefruits and dares to masturbate himself in order to cover them with his man juice, and lick the creamy jizz he loves so much. Fergus takes advantage of the situation and directs his cock towards the tailor’s mouth. The joystick or war hammer is almost 23 cm long and its girth measures 6.5 cm. Like 99% of Irish men, Fergus’ dick is uncut.Routine circumcision never caught on in Ireland. There is no such thing as a cultural background for circumcision among the Irish. They don’t see it offered in hospitals or clinics unless there’s a medical indication.

“You seem to have a big mouth, handsome Wesley. Do you think you can handle my monster beast? If you suck it to the last drop, you can add a hefty service charge to the bill.”

Wesley starts to push the foreskin back with his lips, hoping to fully devour his client’s engorged meat. The curved thick shaft begins to batter the walls or palate of his mouth. It doesn’t take much time before the luscious cock rams his head, thrusting with rhythm, Suddenly, Wesley feels a larger jerk and hot spunk hitting his tonsils, flowing down his throat and also out of his mouth, as he chokes on the salty mess.

“You couldn’t handle the entire load, my sweet bitch, but you can still add a minimal service charge. I’m sure we’ll have more fun next time.”

When Fergus returns three weeks later for a fitting, Wesley greets his client warmly and invites him to put on the pants, vest and jacket. There seems to be a problem with the seat of the pants. The huge peachy butt barely squeezes in. Fergus is not pleased. He desperately wants the three-piece suit for Fall registration. Wesley manages to calm him down, saying that he will immediately re-measure his ass and make the necessary adjustments in time.

On that note, Fergus gets naked and Wesley uses his measuring tape to caress the bold hairy arse. The manly scent drives him crazy. He kisses to the two hemispheres, sniffs the crack – “Fuck, your virile aroma is so intoxicating!” – and darts his tongue on the perky rosebud. Fergus moans with pleasure as the tailor tongue-twists his way inside. “Yep, measure that part of my body with the utmost precision. I need to be both elegant and sexy.”

At Gorey Community School, boys wear a white shirt, a red and green striped tie, a green blazer with a red stripe at the neck, plain grey trousers without turn-ups, and black leather shoes (no boots, runners or slippers). A neat and tidy appearance must be maintained. On the first Friday of the month, they get to wear any casual clothes, except shorts.

At the beginning of the semester, Fergus explains the concepts of latitude and longitude. When he takes his jacket off, students have a full view of his bulging crotch and massive arse draped in expensive made-to-measure pants. To show how old maps presented the two hemispheres, he invites Randy, a 17-year-old student known for his drawing skills, to reproduce an old map on the board. When the teacher is not looking, the boy points to the huge butt cheeks, and draws a map composed of two round circles. The teacher wonders why his students are giggling, but is quite pleased by the final product on the board.

On the first Friday of October, Randy wears just about every leather item in his closet: shirt, tie, jockstrap, pants, boots, arm band and cap. The leather boy gives the geography teacher a hard-on that he tries to hide by holding an atlas album in front of his crotch when walking in the aisles to supervise the students struggling to answer questions of a quiz on physical geography and natural systems. Randy is the first one to hand in his copy. He’s now free to draw whatever inspires him. It so happens that the student is exhilarated by the works of porn artist Tom of Finland, by the huge cut dicks and the rough bareback sodomy of policemen, construction guys and sailors. When Fergus sees the homoerotic talent of his student, he drops the atlas and positions himself so that Randy is the only one who can see his teacher caressing a mammoth bulge while whispering: “I think this is what you want deep in your sexy leather clad ass!”

When the bell rings, all students exit, except Randy who hopes to get better acquainted with his teacher. But when he sees the principal entering the classroom, he quickly joins the students on their way out. The principal cuts to the chase: “I have received a complaint that you are wearing clothes that are too tight, barely concealing your… sexual attributes. I believe you should consider wearing a jockstrap to better keep your family jewels in place. You should find one at Sports Direct or Intersport Elverys.”

Fergus buys the XXXL jockstrap but finds out that it is way too small to hold his huge cock and mammoth balls. He drops by Made to Measure and asks Wesley if he can make a jockstrap perfectly tailored to his family jewels. “You already have the dimension of my monster dick and balls. It shouldn’t be too complicated.” Wesley has the skill to sew a jockstrap, but wants to measure the merchandise again. For a snug fitting, he also needs a comfortable stretchy fabric. Fergus gets naked and puts on the too tight jockstrap to show the problem. Wesley tries to stretch the meshy fabric and to force the balls inside the pouch. The result is instant: the cock stiffens and pops completely out of the virile gear.

“This time, Fergus, I want you to ass fuck me. I want to feel your thunder cock into my gut.”

“Condom or bareback?”

“Natural, like a stallion seeding a mare in heat.”

On that note, Fergus spits on his bazooka and starts to thrust up and jackhammer Wesley’s arse. The tailor pleads him to stop, it’s way too big, but the fucker knows that cries of pain transfer into moans of pleasure when the entire sledge is settling inside. It is the case as he grabs the butt cheeks, the back, the neck, and pulls the hair. He pounds Wesley harder and deeper. The spunk boils up and, without warning, he empties his balls inside the warm hungry ass. A creamy torrent of cum acts like a balm on the gutted hole.

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The next day, after the last course, Fergus walks to the school’s parking lot, and sees Randy waving a hand. As all the school buses have left the premise, maybe the boy needs a rive home…

“Do you want to hop in? Just tell me where you live and I will drop you there.”

“Oh, I don’t live very far, but I’m not going to my parents’ place”, answers Randy as he takes place on the passenger seat, putting his gym bag between his legs.

“So where do I drop you off?”

“At your place… where my ‘sexy leather clad ass’ can be satisfied. I’ve got some leather gear in my gym bag.”

The smile on Fergus’ face is as hot as Randy’s erection. As soon as the teacher leaves the school perimeter, the student stretches out his left arm to massage the bulging crotch he has so often admired in the classroom. He admits that several boys at school have asked him to perform oral sex, but what interests him are not teenage cocks; instead, he wants to have fun with the well-developed iron rods of mature men. Fergus fulfills this criterion more than anyone in Ireland. His cock, his balls and his ass more than exceed Tom of Finland’s hottest manly fantasies. Randy, like Tom of Finland, believes that men who love men want to suck or get sucked and fuck or get fucked all day long, all night long.

“My ass is constantly craving for a long thick cock deep inside me. I’m counting on you to plough my hungry little butt. Don’t hesitate to go wild.”

“Holy fuck, Randy, you’re a dream come true. Can you show me your dick? I’m curious to see if the rumor is true.”

“Yes, I’m the only circumcised boy at Gorey Community School. And only guys older than me get to taste my cut meat.”

“So, you don’t mind that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“On the contrary, that ads to the thrill. I can’t wait to lick my daddy’s balls, to suck his yummy cock and eat his hairy ass before having him shove his war hammer in my caboose.”

On their arrival, Fergus and Randy get naked and admire each other’s body. Randy’s long, slim circumcised cock catches Fergus’ eye and hand. He caresses it while kissing the young man on the lips. They decide to take a shower together in an area that could easily accommodate four or five men. The teacher says that the running water will most likely trigger a piss. The student wants to feel the warm amber jet on his face, chest, cock, balls, butt and in his fuck hole. This exercise gets them both super hard. After a soapy scrub and a rinse, Randy buries his face in Fergus’ watermelon ass, licks the hairy crack, bites the firm cheeks, darts the brownie rosebud and tongue-twists his way inside. This triggers immense moans of pleasure, the size of the recipient butt.

Once they are both fluffy dry, Randy relishes on putting on leather chaps, harness, arm bands and boots. Fergus is flabbergasted by a scene directly from Tom of Finland. He kneels down to suck the cut meat while kneading the exposed ass. The leather gear excites him and makes him work the shaft with more rhythm until his mouth his flooded with boy cum. “Fuck! Your jizz is so creamy, so tasty, kind of sweet and sour, so fuckin yummy!”

Randy can’t wait to get fucked by the mammoth cock. He spits on it, massages the shaft to see it double in volume, and sucks it avidly before lubing his begging ass, and bending down to receive the virile appendage he has so often drawn. Fergus is surprised to feel how his huge pistol enters without much resistance. Randy seems to have some experience in getting laid. The teacher thinks that the student has practised with a cucumber or a zucchini. But now he has a real thick piece of meat being driven in and out, battering the walls of his arse. They both wallow in lust like never before.

* * *

When Wesley calls to say that the jockstrap is ready for a fitting, Fergus confirms that he will pass by after school… and bring a student with him. Randy never had a threesome; cock and ass play with two older men is a dream come true. While Fergus strips naked to try on the made to measure jockstrap, Randy dresses up in leather gear. Wesley tucks in the balls and cock in the pouch; the fit is perfect. While the tailor adjusts the elastic bands around the massive ass, the fabric expands to contain 90% of the bulge. The other 10%, i.e., the tip of the erect cock, pops out of the waist band. Feeling that there is action in the air, Wesley gets totally naked. You have three dudes in front of a wall-to-wall mirror: one wearing a jockstrap, one wearing leather chaps, one wearing a measuring tape around his neck.

“You guys are super hot with your uncut juicy rods, says Randy. I want Wesley to suck me dry while he gets fucked hard and deep by you, daddy Fergus.”

The teacher knows that both his tailor and his student like bareback fuckers. This is the first time that Randy gets to see a mature guy ploughing the ass of a man his own age savagely or naturally as he likes to say. The boy’s cock just gets longer, harder, juicer. This is also the first time that Wesley gets to be simultaneously face-fucked and ass-raped. The bodies of his partners convulse and squirm as their loads are milked from pulsing cocks. The orgasm is deep and extreme, the spunk keeps blowing, as rope after rope leave two cocks and four balls.

My short story could end here, but Fergus has “something up his sleeve”, the expression being quite appropriate here.

“Remain on your knees, Wesley, and position yourself the same way, Randy, so that I get access to both butts and fist them, left and right.”

“Holy fuck! I will get to experience what Tom of Finland has drawn many times, says Randy. My ass has a mind of its own and it has dreamt of intense stretching or fullness that ordinary fucking does not provide. Thank you for making this a bold reality, daddy Fergus.”

“As this is all new to me, adds Wesley, I feel a certain tension, not to say a profound stress. Is there a way to reduce this discomfort?”

“The best advice I can give you is to kiss Randy passionately while I invade your intimacy, and to trust me fully. I can assure you that we will build a unique bond.”

On that note, Fergus puts on his gloves, covers them with water-based lube, applies it to the young hole on his right and to the older hole on his left. Lots of lube. He starts playing with his fingers inside both partners’ butthole. That makes him hard. Fisting is a work in progress, and Wesley is surprised how big his rectal cavity is. Randy knows, by intuition, that an arm can fit in without harming other organs. He imagines that fisting is a guys’ thing for those who want to take their sex game to another level.

Between two French kisses, Randy moans with pleasure. Since his fuck hole has been stretched many times, this fisting experience propels him on cloud nine. He obviously does not feel restrained by some kind of moral conflict or fear. He takes it up to Fergus’ elbow. Wesley, on the other hand, enjoys his fisting baptism… up to the wrist. Fergus communicates well with his sex partners, and guarantees them a memorable, comfortable and enjoyable experience.