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Twenty two year old Toby was happy to do odd jobs for his elderly neighbours Jim and Grace. They were in their early seventies and he’d known them ever since he’d moved into the flat next door.

“You’ve done a good job there lad” said Jim “Grace has just made you a cup of tea so come and sit down and rink it before it gets cold”.

Toby had almost finished wiring their new table lamp  and was ready for a cuppa.

“You are suck a kind boy” said Grace offering Toby a biscuit.

“He’s a handsome lad too” said Jim “Should be in one of those boy bands with his good looks shouldn’t you lad?” said Jim squeezing the lad’s knee.

“Oh! If only I were fifty years younger Toby I’d be chasing after you myself” said Grace giggling.

Toby felt a little embarrassed but said nothing. Grace was a reasonable looking woman for her age

and Toby thought that she must have been a good looker in her day.

There was a little awkward silence between them which was pretty unusual but then Jim spoke.

“No Toby lad, I have to ask you something and don’t want you to be offended in any way. You see Grace and me , well we’ve been talking and it’s like this”.

“Go on Jim, tell him what we discussed” said Grace. “You can say no of course Toby”.

Toby was pretty cuprous now as they both looked so serious.

“It’s like this, you see Grace and me , well we don’t er……we don’t fuck anymore, haven’t for years”.

Toby felt his heart skip a beat and sot of twigged what was coming next.

“Well I can’t always get it up these days and my Grace has really hungry needs. We were thinking that perhaps you could fuck her? What do you say lad?” said Jim staring directly into Toby’s puppy dog eyes.

Toby was dry mouthed and unable to speak for a second or two.

“I don’t know what to say . You’ve sort of surprised me” said Toby squirming a little.

“Oh! Say yes” said Grace “It’s been such a while since I’ve had  a man’s stiff cock I’d be ever so grateful”.

“You don’t know if you could even take it Grace, he might have a whopper”. said Jim his hand still on Toby’s knee.

Toby felt really embarrassed and yet his dock was twitching and his heart was racing.

“Have you got a big cock lad?” asked Jim.

“We’d like to see it wouldn’t we Jim” echoed Grace.

Jim let his hand move over Toby’s crotch and the lad didn’t try to stop him.

“Wow! I think he’s got a hard on already haven’t you lad?”

Toby swallowed nervously, Jim was squeezing his bugling jeans and if felt pretty nice.

“Can I pull your cock out so we can have a look at it lad?”

Before Toby could consent Jim was unzipping his jeans and putting his hand inside.

Jim eased his hand into the lad’s under pants and pulled out Toby’s stiff cock. Grace’s eyes lit up when she saw the young stiff cock and came closer.

“Wow! Just as we thought lad. You have a nice big un cut cock”. Jim rolled down Toby’s foreskin to expose a crimson throbbing knob.

“Look at that Grace. Don’t it make your mouth water”.

Toby’s dick was throbbing hot in Jim’s hand and once Jim pulled the lads balls out Grace reached over to stroke them.

“My, what a lovely cock and balls you have Toby, you should be so proud”.

Toby couldn’t believe what was happening, it was like a dream and a pretty good one at that. He’d never have imagined that the two old folk were so randy.

“That cock needs sucking Grace don’t you think?”

Grace agreed with him and then suddenly the two of them were lapping and sucking on Toby’s prick making it slippery wet with their saliva. Two mouths wanked his shaft and two tongues lapped lovingly around his knob and he just sat back and let them.

“Bet it shoots a good load to Grace. You know like I used to. Remember how my cum used to hit the ceiling sometimes”, said Jim pausing before gobbling on Toby’s knob again.

The lad was moaning now, his dick loving the feel of two hot mouths and two lapping tongues

“Let’s get those clothes off you lad” said Jim pulling on Toby’s ‘T’ shirt as Grace yanked down the lad’s jeans and pants.

Naked now, Toby felt vulnerable but so excited.

“Lets go to the bedroom, we can really enjoy ourselves on the bed” said Jim.

Toby free from his clothes now followed Jim and Grace into their bedroom.

“Lay down on the bed lad, we want to take a good look at you”. said Jim and Toby did what he asked.

“He’s such a handsome boy Jim isn’t he?” said Grace, such a lovely body.

“Lovely cock too” said Jim climbing onto the bed and taking Toby’s cock back into his mouth.

“My husband has always been a cock lover, I knew that when we met but I don’t mind, I love cock too” said Grace giggling again.

Grace began to undress and Toby watched her. Her body wasn’t bad for her age, she had rather big tits and large nipples plus a hairless pube area. She lay on the bed next to Toby, took his hand and placed it between her legs.

Toby felt the heat of her cunt and his cock jumped inside Jim’s hot mouth.

“I want him to fuck me now Jim” said Grace moving Toby’s hand up and down her cunt lips.

Toby was surprise at how wet her cunt felt and was now pretty keen to get his cock stuck inside it.

Jim stopped sucking Toby’s cock and just let saliva drool all over it.

“There that should be ready to fuck now lad” he said and he got off the be and sat in a chair to watch the action.

Grace lay on her back, legs wide, cunt exposed. Toby got between her thighs and let his cock rest n her cunt lips. The heat from her was incredible and as son as he pushed his knob inside her she was moaning like crazy.

“His big cock is going right in Grace, does it feel good love?” said Jim.

“Oh! Yes!” answered Grace breathlessly “It feel so nice, so big and so nice”.

Toby pushed deeper his prick disappearing up Grace’s hot twat, his balls jumping in their sack with sheer excitement.

“Fuck her lad. Fuck her good and hard she’ll love it” said Jim.

Toby began to fuck, his cock slipping easily into the old cunt as it gripped his shaft. He grabbed Grace’s tits and she squeezed his arse cheeks drawing him deeper inside her cunt.

“Boy he knows how to fuck good” said Jim “He’s giving me a hard on and I haven’t had one of those for a while.

Jim pulled his own cock out, it was stiff and needed his wanking hand.

Toby shagged Grace just like he would his own girlfriend, good and hard though Grace’s cunt felt a lot hotter a lot more grateful.

“Don’t shoot your cum inside me” she said “We both want to see your cum spurting out of your cock like young cocks do”.

Toby was ready to spunk and her words only hurried his orgasm along. Jim came closer anticipating the spurting orgasm.

“I’m going to cum” hollered Toby and he pulled his cock from Grace and let his cock spurt all over her tits and face.

“Fuck! Lad! What a fucking load” said Jim, eyes wide. “Did he fuck you good Grace?”

Grace was in a euphoric stupor her hands playing with the spunk on her tits and face.

“Don’t waste it Grace” said Jim and he began to lick up Toby’s juicy spunk from her tits and then from her face.

Toby lay exhausted, his balls aching his cock seeping the last jerks of spunk.

Jim saw the creamy cock and made a beeline for it, sucking every last drop from the lad’s balls.

Grace was almost purring contentedly, her cunt pulsating with post fuck delight.

“You are such a good lad Toby to do that for my Grace, maybe you could do the same for me” said Jim releasing Toby’s dick from his mouth.

“What do you mean?” asked Toby.

“My dear boy” started Grace “He wants you to fuck him too!”.

Toby looked at Jim puzzled.

“You want me to fuck you too? Is that it?” he asked.

Jim looked a little sad.

“I know it’s a big request lad but you would make me so happy” said Jim.

“Its been some time since he got fucked” said Grace. “I really don’t mind if you do fuck him as long as you fuck me again Toby”.

Toby was gob smacked, he was already struggling with the situation and now he had to think hard.

“Please!” pleaded Jim “I can wait until tomorrow if you like”.

Toby said that he would think about it and tomorrow would be fine if it was a yes.

The old couple said their goodbyes and Toby left their flat a little bewildered but also cum drained.

The next day Toby had decided that he would fuck Jim. He’d had a sleepless night thinking about it and in the end had actually wanked off thinking about it so really his decision had already been made.

Jim was pretty please to see Toby, his usual handshake replaced by a warm hug.

“I’m so glad you decided to call lad I’ve been thinking about you all night” said Jim.” Now you will have to tiptoe through the lounge to the bedroom as Grace is having forty winks. Sure enough Grace was laying on the settee asleep as Toby and Jim headed for the bedroom.

“I hope I’m not being too presumptuous” said Jim

“I mean you have called round to shag me, right?”

Toby nodded and Jim immediately began to undo his trousers.

He dropped his trousers and pants down, stepped out of them and got up onto the bed on all fours.

“I’ve already douched and lubed myself up lad so you shouldn’t have any trouble getting inside me.

Toby eased off his jeans and his briefs, his cock was semi hard already and after a few smacks of Jim’s arse it was strong and stiff.

“Now fuck me hard lad, I’ve not had a hot cock in my hole for at least three years so I’m really looking forward to getting fucked good and hard”.

Toby neared the old man’s hole noticing fading tattoos on the man’s thighs that were obviously once bright and meaningful.

“Now when you cum lad I want you to cum inside me. I want all that juicy spunk of yours flooding inside my arsehole O.K.?”

Toby didn’t answer he was already rubbing his knob head against Jim’s hairy hole.

“That feels hot already lad, come on let me have the full length”.

Toby thrust his cock in one lunge smacking his balls against the old man’s arse.

“Fucking Hell! Lad! That’s what I fucking want!Fucking Hell! Lad It feels so big”.

Toby steadied himself by holding Jim’s hips and then began to fuck the old man with vigour and youthful staying power.

Jim was moaning continually, his hole clutching hold of Toby’s cock and milking it lovingly.

Toby was pretty excite, he’d never fucked a man before and certainly not an old man at that but the feeling and sensation of the greedy arsehole just prompted him to fuck and fuck relentlessly.

“Oh! Lad Faster, faster. I can take it. Fuck! Fuck! Spurt that fucking load into me”.

Toby did just that his excitement too great to resist.

His balls just demanded release and so his spunk flew up Jim’s arse in thick torrents as Jim rocked back onto Toby’s cock.

He drained the lad completely rocking his arse back and forth on the spurting dick and taking every drop inside his hole.

Toby rolled away, his heart thumping his belly heaving and his prick  gently throbbing but empty.

“That was good though a little quick lad but you can always fuck me again” said Jim feeling for the seepage of spunk from his hole.

“I thought I heard you two” said Grace entering the room naked.

“Now Toby you did say you would fuck me again”.

Toby’s look of despair prompted another response from Grace.

“It’s O.K. lovely boy, I can wait, I can see you’ve already pumped a good load into my Jim. So let’s give it a few minutes Toby, it will be worth waiting for I’m sure”.

A few minutes? Toby felt like he was just a fuck machine now, one that had a continuous supply of cum. He shut his eyes and feigned sleep as Grace and Jim cradled him in their arms.

Toby was awoken by the feel of two hot mouths around his cock. At first he thought he was having a dream but on opening his eyes he saw that Grace and Jim were gobbling on his knob and shaft like greedy sluts. The sensations were terrific, wet tongues rolling over his helmet and Jim, minus his dentures, gum gnawing on his helmet, pulling and gnashing his knob like it was a chewy toffee.

“Guy’s stop! You’ll have me creaming off” said Toby pulling away from the ecstasy.

“Sorry lad, we couldn’t resist that lovely stiff cock of yours could we Grace?”

“No Toby, who could? It is suck a nice stiff young cock, you can see why I want it inside me again”.

Grace, naked and amorous lay on the bed with her legs wide open, Jim also naked told Toby to fuck her else he would suck him off completely.

Toby rolled on top of the old woman and her eyes lit up with expectation. Her cunt was already wet and ready for his cock. He let his dick find it’s way to her hole and pushed his cock right in. Grace moaned loudly taking the cock to the hilt.

“Fuck her lad, fuck her good like before, make her moan with fucking ecstasy”.

Jim had his own agenda and was soon behind Toby his hands pulling the lad’s bum cheeks open so that he could wriggle his tongue into Toby’s arsehole.

Now it was Toby moaning as Jim’s tongue worked up and down his arse crack and into his hole.

Toby was ball deep in Grace but not moving as yet as Jim’s mouth was clamped on his arsehole and the old man’s tongue was in deep and wriggling.

“Fuck me Toby” said Grace “Please fuck me”.

Toby began to slide his cock back and forth and enjoy the feel of Jim’s tongue in his arse.

Grace was holding onto the lad, her eyes closed in euphoric lust as Toby’s cock satisfied her every need.

“You can shoot your load into me this time Toby, I want it swimming inside me and creaming my fanny. Just let it shoot off deep inside me sweet boy”.

Toby quickened his pace letting his balls hit the old woman as Jim tried to keep his tongue in contact with the lad’s arsehole.

Grace was in a state of absolute lust and almost begging for Toby’s cum.

Toby was ready to pop, his bollocks full and twitching with his excited swimmers.

“I’m going to cum, Oh! I’m going to cum” he said suddenly lunging hard into Grace, his prick fired p and ready to shoot.

Jim continued to lick at Toby’s arsehole making the lad’s sperm leap from his jerking cock.

Toby loaded Grace’s hot twat with a thick load of spunk finally holding his straining cock deep inside her whilst Jim tongued his arsehole frantically.

Grace was whimpering gently and holding the lad tightly, her pulsating twat milking every last drop of spunk from Toby’s cock.

Jim suddenly shifted his attention from arsehole to twat as soon as Toby pulled from Grace’s cunt.

He just drove his tongue into  his wife’s cum dripping cunt licking out what he could of Toby’s spunk.

Toby slid off the bed quietly and began too get dressed. The old couple were oblivious and didn’t even know that he had left their flat. He walked next door to his own home and flopped into a chair exhausted. It had been two days of unbelievable sex and his dick felt suck and fuck sore, his balls tingling.

When the phone rang and woke him up three hours later he just knew who it would be.

“Hi Toby lad” said the voice “It’s Jim here, Grace is having a little nap and I was wondering if you could come around and plug a cavity for me if you know what I mean?”

Toby slipped his shoes on, it was going to be a another hard job!

I know you’re never supposed to believe a married man when he says he’ll leave his wife for you. But Tim Rogers was living with me when he said it. Actually living with me, day in, day out. 

It wasn’t like that at first. I’d met Tim at the exurban gym we both went to. The kind of place with lots of weekend dabblers in the weight room. Tim and I stuck out as the guys serious about lifting without being outright meatheads. We became workout buddies and hit it off. 

Half the time we’d lift, and Tim would come over to my place after. We’d talk. When it wasn’t sports or work shit, the guy would unload his problems, and I’d listen. Tim actually could have used a real therapist, but he didn’t have the money for that shit, and even if he did he would have been too proud to go. 

So I heard about his shitty marriage, and I’d suck his cock. Then he’d suck mine. 

I wasn’t closeted, but I wasn’t actually out and proud either. That worked for the ex-baseball player, who felt more comfortable coming over. More comfortable kissing and making out. He asked me to take his cherry, so I did. Tim fucking loved that. The next night he made an excuse to come over and get fucked again. 

I had a great body. Being a single, gym-obsessed gay dude will do that for you. Tall and well-proportioned. But I couldn’t believe I was having sex with Tim on a regular basis. He worked construction jobs, and that kind of manual labor had a way of aging you, quick. But Tim was 26 and goddamn beautiful. Blue eyes, dark brown hair, killer smile, dimples. Muscle on muscle that even the ex-jock padding didn’t hide. Incredible ass that I’d bone up looking at.

He stayed over at my place whenever he and his wife had a fight. They were fighting more. We called them Doghouse nights, but the fourth was the last. Tim never went back to his wife.

I’m a red-blooded man, horny as any, I guess, but I was unprepared for Tim’s amped up sex drive. I was ten years older than him, so teased me for being an old man. But I don’t remember having a libido like his in my 20s. I blew him a couple times a day to take the edge off. And in the evening, every evening, I fucked him in my bed. Our bed, now.

My name is Mark, but Tim called me Cleve, after my middle name. Mostly to tease me, but the nickname stuck as a pet name. I called him Six Gun, or Gunner, since I’d once gotten him to cum six times in 24 hours. 

The divorce came, finally. I found out Tim had been dragging his heels to avoid alimony. I told him not to worry about a thing. He had a place to live, and I wasn’t gonna charge him any goddamn rent. We celebrated the day the papers were finalized. 

The man got in shape. I mean he already had that incredible ex-jock muscle amped up from hard work and the gym. But he lost the beefy thickness and slimmed down. I didn’t care, I loved it either way. But he seemed happier, more thrilled with his body and the way I pawed at him.

I don’t even know why I didn’t realize we were more than live-in fuck buddies, but I was watching Tim make his egg-white omelet one morning and it hit me hard. I was in love with the man. Deeply, tragically in love with him, body and soul.

I started crying.

“Cleve, what the fuck?” he asked. Thinking something was wrong.

“I love you, Gunner,” I managed to say.

His concern grew to a smile. “I love you, too, doofus,” he grinned as he mock punched my shoulder. “Damn you look like a wuss when you cry,” he teased.

“Asshole,” I shot back playfully. I knew this was Tim’s defense mechanism, and it actually made me laugh.

I stood up and our bodies met as we kissed. Tim’s omelet would have to wait. We couldn’t get back to the bedroom quick enough. A BJ wasn’t gonna cut it. I lubed up, put those strong legs on my shoulders, and entered Tim as we locked eyes.

“Love you, Mark,” he hissed as I breached him. “So much.”

“God, Tim,” I grunted. “Gonna be hard to hold back.” 

I meant with my orgasm, but Tim took it a different way. “Don’t. Fuck me, Cleve. Fuck me hard.”

I did. Almost exploratory thrusts to see if he meant it. That ex-baseball jock did. Taking my hard shoves deep into his guts and looking up at me with a silent plea for more. So I fucked rougher. It was intense for him, but just fueled his orgasm as he jerked that thick tool. I pounded to fuck the cum out of him, then pounded to get off myself. It took seconds. 

It was the closest thing to make up sex, because Tim and I never fought. He said he’d had a lifetime’s worth of fights with his ex, and didn’t want any more.

To the outside world we were roommates. If that was the kind of thing that bothered me, I would have moved from our town years ago. 

Tim said he missed sex with women sometimes. “If you ever want to Gunner, you should,” I told him. “I’m serious,” I added when he looked at me skeptically.

He did, a few times. Each time he came back home, quiet. He never talked about it but the next time we fucked he’d ask me to go hard. Eventually he no longer went on Tinder and no longer hooked up with anyone else.

I got used to taking charge of things. Finances, household stuff, setting up retirement savings for Tim. So I was surprised when Tim booked a vacation for us.

“It’s our fifth anniversary,” he beamed as he showed off the place he’d booked. Not only a gay resort in Palm Springs, but one of those clothing optional places. “Figured we could use a little getaway.”

“Anniversary of what?” I asked.

He shrugged. “My divorce papers. At least that’s when I stopped pretending.”

I didn’t realize Tim ever pretended. Then I didn’t realize he’d ever stopped.

The vacation was incredible. It was our first time having sex with others. Yeah, a part of me was nervous, but my boyfriend loved showing off his body and being the attention of hot guys. He loved looking at me with a giddy, kid like expression as some muscle dude blew him. His enthusiasm was contagious. 

We went back home feeling like something had changed, in a good way. 

As much as I craved routine, I had to admit it was a way Tim and I didn’t deal with things. But now we mixed it up. He took on more of the household chores, and I tried to be the one to come up with the fun ideas for date night. Tim started going down on me before work, as a surprise. I asked him if he ever wanted to top me. He did, and while he confessed he preferred being on bottom, occasionally we’d switch, or even better, flip. 

We were two men who weren’t in touch with our emotions. We still didn’t know how to talk. We got used to each other’s nonverbal way of talking. That’s why I wasn’t surprised when Tim blurted out what had been bottled up. Out of the blue, while we watching some baseball game.

“We gotta move, Cleve,” he said. Frustration in his voice, but I knew it wasn’t frustration at me. It was frustration at his life, this town. “I’ve done the numbers. We’ll probably take a hit on the house, but we can make it work.”

He looked at me in a challenge. Ready for Mr. Routine to dig his heels in. Or at least ask why.

But I goddamn well knew why. “Yeah,” I said.

We didn’t fight, but we argued about where. Tim hated the cold, and I hated the heat. Being in construction, he’d find work more easily than me. Besides, I wasn’t close to my family, but I hesitated to move too far away.

In the end, I let Tim pick. I was in love with him, now more than ever. And at 31, he was still the most goddamn beautiful man I’d ever known.

We got excited making plans, talking about our future. Then, right there on the living room couch, we made out and fucked.

Dawson

I was getting ready to finish my schooling, the last year I would be going to the area hospitals on a rotation basis and working in different parts of the hospital. I spent two weeks in the ER, the next two in Maternity, two weeks in ICU and so forth. This was supposed to help us decide on where we wanted to work after graduation. While it was interesting to see how to use all the training that we had had over the last few years, I already knew exactly where I wanted to work. My final rotation was in the pediatric ward, I arrived on my first day and was met by Jan, the head nurse.

She smiled and wrapped my in a big hug, “hey Dianne, I told you it was the same Dawson.”

I gave them both hugs back, “I told you guys I would be back, I am on my final rotation before I graduate.”

Jan said, “when I got your paperwork, I told everyone I thought this is the same kid that was here when he was little and said he wanted to be a nurse. It is so good to see you again Dawson.”

They introduced me to the rest of the nurses, and we got busy with the daily duties. There was nothing new here that would cause me to change my mind, I still wanted to work in pediatrics. I knew this was going to be the most satisfying and the saddest place to work. When a kid heals and goes home heathy, it will be the best feeling, but when you have to stand there taking the vitals of a child as he takes his last breath while being held by his parents, will be heart wrenching. I just keep telling myself, that if I do a good job, there will be more good days, than bad. I still knew in my heart that this is where I wanted to work.

As I was finishing all my rotations, things with Noah started to change. I was working shifts that didn’t match with the Monday through Friday hours that he worked. Once I got my dream job, it only got worse. Being the nurse with the least seniority, I was working all the night and holiday shifts. It was all too much for Noah to deal with, and when I told him this was my life now, he decided to move on. I was upset for a while but knew neither of us would be happy if we couldn’t work through this. I dug into my work and couldn’t have been happier, even though I was alone in my personal life. I dated a few guys, but I had still not met anyone to give me the same feeling that I had when I first met Noah. My search would need to continue.

We were scheduled for some training over the next week. The first morning, a good-looking guy sat in the chair next to me.

He smiled at me, God those dimples were sexy, he said, “hi, I’m John.”

I shook his hand, “I’m Dawson, it’s nice to meet you.”

Throughout the three days of training, I found out John was a traveling nurse. He worked for an agency that would send him out to any hospital that needed extra help on a temporary basis. He would go there to work for a few weeks and then come back and wait for the next job. He needed to have the training, so while he was in town, he decided to get it done. I am so glad he did.

It was hard to concentrate on the training for the next couple days, but John and I kept each other on task. I was having those feelings again, I hoped John was feeling the same. On the last day of training John asked if I would like to go get a drink.

I, of course, said yes and we found a nice bar and got better acquainted. I was happy because I knew John was familiar with a nurse’s schedule, so that shouldn’t be an issue. The more we talked the more we seemed to have in common.

I worked up my courage and I invited John back to my place. He fell into my arms as soon as we were inside my apartment, our lips met for a long, deep, passionate kiss. He was a great kisser, I started to pull his clothes off as we made our way to the bedroom. We were both naked as we fell onto my bed, I have always loved the feel of naked flesh against my own naked flesh. John was so gentle, he kissed his way down my chest, stopping for a quick nibble on my nipples, finally making it to my aching cock. After he gently licked the precum from the head of my dick, he smiled up at me as took me entirely down his throat. A deep moan slipped out my lips and he bobbed up and down on my manhood and massaged my swollen balls. He slipped a finger along the crack of my ass, I spread my legs, hoping that he would push on further. He took the hint and worked a finger into my eager hole, I pulled my legs up and gave him full access. He released my cock and tongued my hole, pushing it in and out until my head was spinning and I couldn’t pull my legs any further back. He sat back with a big smile, “you seem to like that, huh?”

I sighed, “oh God, yes. I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled, “anything you want.” He leaned in and guided his missile into my craving pucker, it just seemed to complete me. We kissed as he pistoned in and out, slowly hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. I was in ecstasy and a few minutes later I was releasing my load all over our sweaty stomachs. My ass muscles contracted on John’s cock with every spasm, sending him over the edge and he filled my guts with a hot steamy load of his baby makers. We smeared my cum between our guts as we continued our making out.

We showered and slept in each other’s arms all night, the next morning it dawned on me that I never tasted his cock last night. I woke him with the best blow job I could manage, yes, he tasted just good as he looked. Once I had him good and hard, I rolled him over and gave his ass the same treatment that he gave me the night before. After a good licking I aimed my dick at John’s hole, he spread his cheeks inviting me in. I kissed his neck as I worked his tight hole with my eager cock. Once again, we both covered each other in our hot loads of cum.

We spent the rest of the weekend naked and in each other’s arms, sucking and fucking. John finally left Sunday night, I had to work the next day and he was flying out to his next job, he would be back in two weeks.

I must have had a silly grin still on my face when I got to work, Tracy, one of my coworkers, said, “well, Dawson how was your weekend? The last time I saw you, you and that hot traveling nurse were walking out of our last training session, together.”

My grinned widened, “yep, he left my place at about ten last night.”

She laughed, “seriously, all weekend?”

I nodded, “yeah, he had to leave this morning for Chicago, he’ll be back in two weeks.”

She asked, “so you’re going to see him again?”

I said, “yes, I think I really like him.”

I spent the next two weeks looking forward to seeing John again, we called and texted every day. The two weeks past and John and I had a repeat of the first weekend we met. This became our routine from that point forward, we did however, go out to eat and go to movies, we still liked the sex but also enjoyed the dating aspect of our relationship.

I was able to work my schedule so that I had days off when John was back in town, we introduced each other to our friends, I liked his friends, they were happy for us. I took him home to meet my mom, they hit it off right away. I asked John about meeting his family, but he told me that they lived on the east coast, he usually only saw them when he went home for Thanksgiving, we made plans to get two tickets to fly home this year.

While he was gone for his next job, I was thinking about our relationship, it was just going too well. I just knew something was going to come along and ruin it. The next time John was home I was half joking about the feeling things were too good and I was waiting for something to spoil things.

He gave me a kiss, “why would you think that? I know it’s hard to be apart so much, but I care for you a lot. Let’s just enjoy the time we have together.”

I kissed him back, “you’re right, I need to stop worrying, and have fun.”

Before I knew it, we had been together for almost two years, and things were still good between us. I was worrying for nothing.

John called to tell me he would be home this weekend, it was week earlier than he planned, but he said he had good news.

I gave him a big kiss as soon as he walked in the door, “I’m so glad you are home, now what’s your good news?”

He smiled, “relax, we’ll get to it.”

Before we said anything else to each other we were both naked, and all over each other. We spent the next hour pleasing one another. We were laying in our afterglow, catching our breath.

I turned to John, “so now would be a good time to give me that good news.”

He smiled, “yes it would. I was talking to Todd, my boss, last week. He told me that business has been picking up lately and he is going to hire about 20 more nurses.”

I thought for a minute, thinking he was going to suggest that I go on the road with him. I said, “I’m sorry John, I don’t think I could ever leave my kids. I am very happy right where I’m at.”

He shook his head, “no, that’s not what I was going to say. Todd has asked me to work out of the office here in town, I would help him with schedules and assigning the nurses to the jobs.”

I sat up, “are you serious? You mean you will here in town all the time?”

He grinned, “yep, and if you want to, I would like us to move in together, what do you think?”

I wrapped my arms around him, “I would love for us to move in together, this is awesome.”

John said, “the only bad part is, I do have to finish one more job on the road, and it’s for four weeks, but after that, I’m all yours, you sexy stud.”

I kissed him hard, “I can deal with four weeks, if it means we will together.”

I was so excited, we had decided to move to a new place instead of either of our places, a fresh start for both of us. It was going to be great. I spent the next four weeks finding places and as soon as John was home, we would decide which one to rent.

The week before he was due home seemed to drag on forever, Friday just couldn’t get here fast enough. I was able to get the day off, so I decided to plan a special homecoming. I made a few phone calls and dressed and made my way to the airport, I was going to surprise John and pick him up when his flight arrived.

I checked the flight board as soon as I got to the airport, once I found his flight, I saw the flight was delayed an hour. I thought to myself, I’ve waited four weeks, what’s another hour, my man was coming home tonight.

I looked around and saw a nice bar right next to the passenger exit, a beer sounded good, and I could keep an eye on the exit, in case John’s flight arrived earlier.

I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and smiled, I couldn’t wait to see the look on John’s face when he sees me.

“Dude, that’s kinda lame,” my buddy Matt said. “C’mon – the beach, the babes… the fuck do you wanna go hang out in a tent with your old man for? That’s not what Spring Break’s about, bro!”

I just shrugged at him and the rest of our buds. Fuck Spring Break – or fuck their Spring Break, anyway. Florida sucked, the beaches were full of drunk douchebags, and the “babes” – well, I wasn’t all that amped about hooking up with a bunch of drunk, sunburned sorostitutes who probably had boyfriends already. Or trying to hook up with them, anyway. Been there, done that. Freshman year, it had been cool. My sophomore year, pretty good. This year, I’d been thinking I was gonna just save the cash and chill on campus, catch up on my reading, enjoy the quiet.

“You know, I got some vacation time saved up,” Dad had said when I told him my half-plans. “Weather’s looking good for some camping…”

As soon as he’d said it, I immediately knew it was the right plan. A few days up at the lake, just him and me, just like the old days – fuck yeah. I liked that idea. A lot. And my dick liked it even more. Dad didn’t have to say anything at all about the old days to inspire that – I was already boning in my sweats, and I knew on the other end of the phone line, he probably was too.

We still weren’t saying anything about it on the drive up, or while we worked to get the tent and all our stuff set up. We didn’t have to. Dad kept catching me eyeing up his brawny, shirtless body, all the big muscles of his torso a little softer with middle age, but still powerful and sexy as fuck. I kept catching him eyeing me up, too. I’d been working hard in the gym, and seeing his approving looks made me feel like ten feet tall. So we didn’t need to say anything at all, because all of our history was there between us in the quiet, clean mountain air, in the sweat on our torsos, in the looks we kept giving each other. A little furtive at first, but more and more open as we worked quietly.

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t Florida,” he said, stepping out of the tent. “But we’re all set here, bud.”

He grinned at me as I stood up from where I’d been stacking wood for tonight’s fire, dusting my hands off on my shorts. His shorts were riding low on his hips, showing off the waistband of the white briefs I knew he was wearing underneath them. Damn, he looked good. I could tell he liked what he was seeing as he looked at me, too. I could feel it in the air between us, stronger than ever now.

“Screw Florida,” I said, stepping over to him. “There’s no place in the world I’d rather be right now. And nobody I’d rather be there with, Dad.”

“Ah buddy,” he said, his smile deepening as he reached out for my hand and tugged me to him, into the warmth of his body and his manly, hard-working scent. My hand went to his hip as he slipped his arms around me and fixed me with a deep, warm look. “You don’t even know…”

“I do, Dad, I do,” I said, my voice going lower, huskier to match his. “But you could show me, for old time’s sake…”

It had been a minute since we’d last had the chance, but his lips on mine were immediately familiar to me, the warmth and softness of them as they moved against mine, as mine parted eagerly to greet his thick, wet tongue with my own. Damn but it was awesome to make out with him like this – I mean, it was always awesome, ever since the first time, but even more awesome to do it up here, out in the open, all on our own. Just like our first time. I was a better kisser than I had been then, and I showed him, loving the way he grunted with pleasure as our lips and tongues smacked together, and our hands began to explore the sun-warmed skin stretched over our muscles. For his part, the work of his tongue and lips on mine had me roaring hard. He was an incredible kisser, my gold-standard for it – and a lot of other things. I pushed the hard steel of my cockbulge up against him, finding him just as solid for me, and he grunted deeper into my mouth.

“Been awhile since this old tent saw any action,” he said, tugging my ballcap off and tossing it inside the tent. “‘Bout time we fixed that, what do you say?”

“I say this is gonna be the best Spring Break ever,” I grinned, stepping inside and taking his hand to tug him in behind me.

By the time Dad had zipped the door closed, my shorts were off, and I loved the way his eyes widened at the sight of me, fully boned in my boxer briefs and ready for him.

“God damn, you’re beautiful,” he growled, pulling me back into him for another long, deep, hungry kiss that I returned eagerly. I took his hand and guided it down to the throb of my cockbulge, and he made that hungry, animal noise again as he palmed it slowly, feeding me his tongue in slow, deep strokes while I hunched my young bone against the warmth of his palm and tugged at the button on his shorts.

“So are you, big guy,” I panted as I got him free of them, shoving them down his chunky-muscled thighs. Just like I knew he would be, he had on a pair of tighty-whiteys, and one hell of a hard cock in them. I took hold of his bulge and gave it a slow, squeezing stroke, making him grunt and growl and pull my mouth back to his for another round of hungry making out.

We dropped to our knees together, not breaking the kiss as we explored each other’s mouths hungrily, our hands finding their way to each other’s asses and squeezing the thick muscles we found. The air in the tent was already starting to get a little warm and close, and that just made it hotter, as we started to sweat a little again. The sounds of our kissing and grunting got even more intense in the enclosed space. I could have done this for days with him and been perfectly happy, but then Dad’s big hand dipped inside my underwear and got a good feel of my hard cock.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “There’s my big boy. Got you all worked up, huh buddy?”

“You know you do, Dad,” I groaned as he manhandled my ass with one hand and my cock with the other. I thrust my hardon up against his sweaty palm, let him really get a feel of what he was doing to me. “Always have, you hot fuckin’ stud. Always got your boy hard for you.”

Dad growled at that and kissed me hard and deep, peeling my underwear down as I tugged at his. I shuffled around so he could get mine down the big muscles of my thighs, and then his big, strong hands were dancing over my naked flesh as we sucked hard on each other’s tongues, as I pushed my hand inside his shorts and wrapped it around the thickness of his big, throbbing cock.

“Got you all hard too, huh Dad?” I panted as I got a solid grip on his piece and stroked on it. “Fuckin’ boned for your own son, you big stud.”

“Sexy fucker,” he chuckled before feeding me his tongue again, taking hold of my shoulders and pushing me back on top of the sleeping bag. I fell back with a grunt and a chuckle, and then a low moan as wrapped his paw around my cock, ducked his head down and licked my cockhead.

For such a big, gruff, straight-seeming dude, Dad could suck one hell of a cock, and the way he worked his lips and tongue as he slowly swallowed me to the root made my eyes roll back in my head. The whole time he worked his lips and tongue up and down my shaft, his hands were exploring the muscles of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, squeezing and stroking me all over, appreciating all the hard work I’d been putting in. All I could do was keep a hold of his handsome head, while I let myself get lost in his masterful sucking.

“Ah, god, stop,” I hissed when I felt my balls starting to tighten up. I pulled his mouth off my cock and curled up to kiss him, the both of us grunting as we lashed our tongues together. I could taste myself in his mouth, and it made me even hungrier for him.

“Damn, was looking forward to getting a first taste of your cum, bud,” he said with a grin as I took my turn to push him onto his back.

“We got plenty of time for all the loads we want,” I said, pushing his strong thighs apart and leaning in to smell him, the manly, sweaty, musky scent of him. I locked eyes with him as I took his big cock in one hand and slowly licked my way from his balls to his tip, making him groan and shiver a little.

“But I’ve been looking forward to tasting you for months, Dad,” I said, then winked at him, opened wide, and started to swallow him.

Ever since we’d first started messing around, I’d been practicing my skills. I was pretty good at it, and proud of myself for how I’d gotten better and better since my first clumsy attempts at sucking my best bud off. Once me and Dad had connected like this, I’d focused on getting better for him, no matter who it was I was actually sucking. He got to reap the rewards, and I was even prouder now that I could swallow my way down to the base of his cock, until my nose was buried in his musky bush and his salty, manly taste was filling my mouth. I closed my eyes and just savored him for a minute, feeling him throb in the wet warmth of my mouth and throat, until I could feel myself getting to the point where I was going to need to breathe or pass out. Then I came up off him, a fresh wave of manly, musky flavor filling my mouth as my tongue set to work on him.

“Aw buddy,“ Dad moaned, his hand rubbing the back of my head, watching me with half-lidded eyes as I showed him the best of my skills. I slurped, licked, sucked, swallowed, and hummed my way up and down his thickness, worshipping him, paying my respects to the big cock he’d created me with, and then shared with me. I ran my hands over the powerful muscles of his thighs as I worked up and down on him, my mouth rich with his deep tastes, getting fuller and fuller as my spit mixed with his precum and coated my mouth and his cock.

“Getting close, son,” Dad growled. “Slow down, unless you wanna…”

I grunted around his flesh, bobbed my head up and down with even more effort, and then I decided to show him the thing that had pulled a good dozen loads out of a couple of good buds this past semester. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth to caress the underside of his shaft, swallowed him down to the root, and then ran my tongue back and forth over the tight, cum-churning bulge of his big, sweaty balls. We locked eyes, and when I started to hum, Dad got that telltale faraway look on his gruffly handsome face, his mouth hanging open as his rapid breaths turned into moans. His muscles started to tense up all over, and when I reached down deep into the fork of his thighs, rubbed my fingers along the sweaty, hairy stretch of his taint, then stroked my fingertip over the hot clutch of his hole, he grunted loud, locked up tight all over, and fed his thick, hot cum to me.

Dad shot and shot and shot, thick, creamy spurts of his seed flowing over my tongue and filling my mouth as I pulled my head up a little to savor the tastes and sensations of his potent load. When he finally stopped spurting, I kept nursing on his cockhead until he shivered all over with the sensitivity of it. His mouth was already open, panting, ready to meet mine as I slid up his solid, muscular body to kiss him, his tongue eagerly seeking his own seed from my tongue as I flowed it to him.

“Jesus christ, you just get better and better, bud,” Dad panted with a half-disbelieving grin. “I’m gonna have to step up my game, son.”

“You don’t have to do a damn thing, Dad,” I grinned, kissing him slower and sweeter. We fell into that for a couple of slow, sweet minutes before he pulled back, fixed his eyes on mine and slowly ruffled my short hair.

“Not true, bud,” he said, reaching down between us to wrap his hand around the throbbing thickness of my cock. My balls were still fat and heavy with my unshot load. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and I’d been working on my stamina, my endurance, on fucking like a man. Working on making my orgasm even more intense by really building to it. But damn, I was so ready to cum right now. Dad always brought that out in me.

“There’s something I can do… want to do, son,” he said, giving my cock a long slow stroke as he wrapped his thighs around my torso. He pushed my cock down a little, and I felt the tight, furry, sweaty warmth of his hole, almost kissing the tip of my cock. My eyes went wide. It wasn’t the first time, or even the tenth, but every time he invited me to do this, I felt a kind of awe and disbelief.

But I slipped my arms around him, looked my father in the eye, man to man, and I pushed inside of him without another word. Showing him the man he’d made me to be. Showed him how much I’d missed his, and missed this between us. How much better this was than getting drunk and sunburned and blueballed down at Daytona Beach.

Dad was as tight as ever as I sank into him, my cock as big as his now, big and thick, and I took care to make sure I was making him feel good. I wanted to show him the proper respect for letting me do this, for the absolute masculinity of opening himself to another man’s cock – to his own son’s cock. We didn’t talk about our adventures with others very much, and I got the idea he didn’t do this for anyone but me anymore, so it was only right to give him my very best, and treat him like a man deserved to be treated. To treat him like he’d been treating me since I was 17, and learning how it felt to be a man with another man. To fuck my father right.

But then again, you know how it is when you’re young and horny and your balls are churning with an unspent load. We had days up here, just him and me, to do as we pleased. To please each other as we liked. I’d been jonesing for this for weeks – months, really – and I’d been on a slow boil ever since I got into his truck this morning. I knew he’d been feeling the same, and once I’d fucked my way up inside of him and felt his body shift and relax and welcome me, he gripped the bulge of my triceps and nodded.

“Go ahead, buddy,” he murmured, eyes locking on mine. “Show your old man what you got, son.”

“Yessir,” I said, and bent in to feed him my tongue as I set to work, and let my body just go with it. I fucked Dad deep, long, slow probes followed by hard, fast thrusts, fucking my own father the way I knew he liked to be fucked. Fucking him like the man I was, and the man he was too. The sounds of our grunts and moans, flesh slapping against flesh, echoed in the musky confines of our tent, swirling around us as the sweat streaked our working bodies and our tongues danced in each other’s spit.

“Fuck me, buddy,” he moaned. “Breed your Dad, stud.”

God, I really wanted to hold out, to make it last, but how the fuck could I, with his insides so tight and hot, with the husky murmur of his words, with the way his hands slipped down my sweaty back and squeezed the thrusting, flexing muscles of my ass? I couldn’t.

“There’s my man,” Dad almost crooned. “My big guy. Cum for me, son. Show me.”

“Aw Dad,” I moaned. “I fuckin’ love you…”

“I love you too, buddy,” he murmured against my lips. “So c’mon, show me…”

I grunted, fixed my gaze hard on his, and let myself go. We didn’t have to stifle our noises, our fuck sounds – we were out here all alone, embracing our nature. So I grunted, moaned, then shouted as I flooded my father with my cum, my thick young seed filling his insides as I pumped and pumped it out into his depths. Dad nodded and squeezed my muscles, keeping his eyes on mine as he murmured encouragement through my orgasm, until I was all done, my muscles twitching as I struggled to keep myself propped up on my hands over him. He wrapped his arms around me and gently pulled me down, grunting a little at my weight on him, but kissing me slow and deep.

We kissed for awhile as we came down from the high together, until my cock reluctantly softened and slipped out of him. The sleeping bag was streaked with our sweat as we lay there on our sides, slow kissing and enjoying the glow, hands roaming over each other’s sweat-slicked muscles.

“Damn, if that’s you taking the edge off…” Dad chuckled.

“Hell of a start to Spring Break, that’s for sure,” I grinned.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be in Florida, with your boys?” he asked a few minutes later, popping the cap off a beer and handing it to me as we stood by the tree and took a leak together, naked in the breeze and the sun. “And the girls?” he went on, with a sly wink.

“Fuck no,” I said immediately. “This is already 110% better. Even if I did want to try to get with a girl, I’d still be trying to chase one down right now. And if I did get to fuck her, well… I’d just be thinking about fucking you anyway, Dad.”

“Damn, bud,” Dad growled, and pulled me in to kiss, sloppy and deep and long, his big hand trailing down over the muscles of my ass.

“I’d be thinking about you fucking me too, Dad,” I murmured when we came up for air, reaching over to stroke the sticky, rubbery length of his cock, feeling it starting to rise all over again. “This is your Spring Break too. You deserve to get laid, and I aim to make it happen, big guy.”

“Hell, I never got to fuck a hot young dude like you back in my Spring Break days,” Dad chuckled.

“No time like the present,” I grinned. “Why don’t we fix that, Dad?”

Dad clinked his beer bottle against mine and winked.

“Here’s to Spring Break,” he said, then pulled me to him for a deep, slow, noisy kiss. “Let’s get this party rolling, son.”

“Fuck yeah, big guy,” I grinned, and let him steer me back into the tent again.

The End

(Copyright A4F Tales 2023)

Author’s Note: This is roughly the “gay crossdressing” version of “My Father Loves My Tran Ass.” There are plenty of differences from that story and this one, but they aren’t greatly notable to deviate from the original plot. 

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 Despondently, my old man was never a fan of mine. My brothers came out as fathers expect their sons to come out: handsome and rowdy with a magnetism that men admire and women desire. I came out second to last soft and pretty much like my father’s little brother. Unlike my uncle however, I genuinely like many manly things like the rest of the men in our household. Where I differed was while they liked to get mannish in activity, my eyes could never break from enchantment afar. There was something oddly magical watching men be men, roughhousing with each other made me tingle and open up back there. I was too timorous to put it into words, but it was a sentiment that coursed through me like blood through the veins. It fully came to light for me the night my older brother won the State Championship. The swell of raw energy he channeled pounding and choking that groupie of his like a piece of meat made me yearn to receive such treatment. I had no desire to become a girl, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt I wanted what she was getting. I was young, so I took it to be one in the same at the time seeing I saw no other way. And since everybody said I looked far more like a pretty girl than I did a fine-looking boy, I let it shape me into a quiet queer.

“You look like a fine bitch,” Mr. Culbreath puffed on his cigar. He was in his recliner in the shrine he called his cave watching me strut around in his wife’s high heel pumps and slutty attire he confiscated from his teenage daughter. Mr. Culbreath was my man, or so I fancied him to be. Before then, he was someone I saw around the neighborhood, but didn’t know by name. That changed when we used to frequently cross paths at the park cruising the night away. He was one of my favorites. Most guys just want a blowjob and some feign macho bravado never wanting the world to know that they want to be the cocksucker, too. Mr. Culbreath came with a wrath to fuck my throat and use my stomach like it was his personal semen receptacle. He equated queer with fags and thought all fags were sissies, which only meant I was a lowly young mortal to his middle-aged Alpha god. So after he made me suck his cock, spanked my ass red, and used my back as his foot rest between massages occasionally, I swear, as he held me tight while we napped it never even crossed my mind he was interested introducing me to a new massage as I felt his hard cock rub against my rear. Sure, he could be my first.

Going over to his house that night while his family was out of town in my sister’s finest dress and the expensive makeup, I ordered online was called setting the mood. Getting tipsy was to loosen me up to the idea, not for Mr. Culbreath to get plastered leaving me to sneak out of the window before his wife and children decided to come home early.

If I thought my night was terrible before, I didn’t know that the horror had just begun.

I swore I was being smart by quietly sneaking in through the front door. I had seen my brothers get caught and reprimanded many times trying to come into the house many other ways. They’d learned overtime coming through the front door worked best, of course, but that was predicated on everyone in the house being sound asleep and neither mother nor father was up roaming about.

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

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

I stirred the next morning right where he assaulted me. My incredibly sore legs spread wide leaking the same cream of my origin brew. Through the ache, I regretted then that Mr. Culbreath wasn’t my first. Mr. Culbreath truly loved me after all.

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

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

Alas, there was no such thing as normal for a fag like me.

Another neighbor caught her husband face fucking me on their deck one morning when he called me over to drain his balls.

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

Before the incident on the deck made their rounds around the neighborhood, I swiftly moved out without much fanfare and moved in with my sweet paternal uncle down on the island. “He’s cute,” Uncle Fred bit his lip hungrily. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the sweaty Mr. Culbreath bringing in my boxes after climbing the stairs. Caught in a bind, I offered Mr. Culbreath some ass and throat in exchange for the move, in which he agreed to, but later took a rain check for when Uncle Fred sated his needs without ask.

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

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

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

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

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

“God! You scared the crap out of me!”

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

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

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

“W-what the fuck are you doing…here?”

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

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

“One short of a basketball team, you mean. I got cameras all throughout the condo. The way those four guys were sawing into you last night, I’m surprise there’s even something left! Then of course, who hasn’t worked you over the past six months.”

I froze.

“What’re you going to do? Run?”

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

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

“What?”

“You honestly think those guys in there are going to get mad at me for doing the same thing they’ve been doing to you all night? Face it. You’re just a hole for a cock to spit in, nothing more. I can take it again like I did back in the study and they’ll circle around to round out the train to make their last deposit before starting their day–that’s if they don’t just bolt for the door laughing at your whorish ass on their way out the door!”

I took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please! Don’t come in me!” I begged.

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

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

“Please, please,” I implored.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!”

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

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

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

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

“You got that, bitch?”

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

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

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

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

One of the gay bars in town also has a small restaurant. The food was very good. Loved eating there. Because it was a popular place to eat, I usually went on week nights to avoid a wait. I hate waiting.

This Saturday night was an exception. I wasn’t in the mood to cook. I thought if I popped in early enough, maybe I could get in and out.

Wrong!

I sighed when Calvin, the host told me it would be at least an half hour wait. The couple behind me were told forty five.

I’d seen Michael and Andre out and about. Never really talked to them. They tended to hang in the trendy clubs and bars. Which is not my scene. I tend to hang with a bit more earthy crowd.

They were one of those May/Autumn couples. Michael was around forty. Andre, late twenties. Both were very handsome men. Michael was tall, six two or three. Husky. Muscle husky. He obviously hit the gym regular. Short dark hair. Masculine face. And the most fascinating huge butt.

Andre was my height. About six foot. He too kept his sandy hair cropped. Really dark beard line. Lean, yet muscular, like me. His eyebrow was pierced with a thin gold ring. Usually I’m not a big fan of piercings, but Andre made it look hot. And while his ass was not as spectacular as Michael’s, it was certainly very enjoyable to look at.

Yeah, perhaps you may have noticed my predeliction for asses. Happy to say I’m an unapologetic fan of man ass.

Anyway, after grabbing drinks from the bar, all three of us ended up along the same wall. Andre was grumping about the wait. Michael was just being stoic about it.

When my name was called, I impulsively turned to Michael. ” If you guys want to, I’d be willing to share my table with you.”.

Michael looked to Andre, who was nodding his head. Michael accepted and we made our way to the restaurant.

I think we made Calvin’s life just a bit easier. He was all smiles. Led us to a corner booth.

When we were all seated, menus in hand. I tardily, introduced myself. Turns out they were marginally familiar with me as well. After we ordered, we got down to getting to know each other.

Michael was a high school science teacher. He’d been teaching for sixteen years at the same school. As I looked at the buff, handsome man, I wondered how many high school crushes, he’d weathered over the years. I know I would have had a crush on a handsome man like him!

Andre was almost fresh out of college. He’d parlayed his architect major into a job at one of the major firms in the area.

All in all it was a good meal. Good intelligent conversation on a small variety of subjects. They weren’t the trend following hipsters, I’d taken them for.

After we’d eaten, paid the bill and went into the bar proper, I was about to reluctantly excuse myself. I’d really enjoyed their company. Plus both men were hot. But before I could excuse myself, Michael headed for the men’s room.

Andre surprised me by turning to me. “Rusty? Tomorrow is Michael’s birthday. And well, he has a special wish for his birthday.”

I waited, wondering where this was going.

” Michael wants to have a three way!”

I opened my mouth to graciously decline. Most couples who’ve invited me to play had fucking my ass in mind. Not my thing. Tried it, enjoyed it some, but didn’t thrill me. Plowing man ass, now yeah, that’s the ticket!

Before I could speak, Andre continued. ” We’ve actually heard some things about you. That you’re a take charge kind of guy. That’s what Michael wants. He likes someone to dominate him.”

That surprised me a bit. Me and just about everyone else, figured Michael was the dominant partner. Him being the older and all. Everyone kind thought Andre was his boy toy.

I shrugged. “Sounds hot, but generally speaking, only one man can really be in charge. I’m not so good at being second in command.”

Andre blushed. “And if I told you, the idea of being bossed around makes me horny?” After a pause. ” I kind of want to be dominated with him.”

I smiled, didn’t give it much more thought. ” Sounds hot as Hell! Are we going to your place or mine?”

” Ours!” He leaned in closely. “We have a play room!”

A play room? Sounded great. A play room is one thing I’d never got around to. Unless my art studio above the garage counted.

I could tell Michael was excited, when Andre whispered in his ear. The huge grin he gave me, reminded me of a kid, who was getting something he really wanted.

In due course, I was pulling up to park in front of their Ranch home. Just in case I pocketed a couple of joints and my lighter. In case everyone needed to relax.

There was some awkwardness as we stopped inside the door. From the furniture I could see, they seemed heavily into Mid Century Modern. But, I wasn’t there to check out their decor. Asked them to show me this play room, Andre had bragged on.

It was appropriately, in the basement.

Most of the basement was set up like a family room. Leather sofas, big screen, gaming system. Except one industrial type steel door. Didn’t fit the rest of the room.

Through that door was a kinky man’s dream. The cement foundation was left exposed, unpainted. As well as the support beams. Huge eye bolts and hooks were inbedded in the walls and overhead. Various chains and manacles hanging from them. There was a standard sling. A medieval looking set of stocks. A big leather wingback chair. There was even a dildo machine! And on every wall? Big mirrors.

It was impressive! So above and beyond what I’d expected from these preppy seeming men.

Once again there was a moment of awkwardness. We knew why we were here. Not how to get things rolling.

Time for me to take charge.

I mean, wasn’t that why I was invited in the first place?

Deciding to break the silence, I asked if they smoked weed. Both were eager. So I hauled out a joint, passed it to Michael with my lighter.

Soon we were feeling relaxed.

I sat in the chair, watching Michael and Andre. Smiled. ” Is it just me or are you guys wearing way too much clothing?”. They both laughed and started to undress.

Soon they were both standing naked in front of me. And I got a clue as to why Andre was the top in the relationship. His cock reared up a proud nine or even ten inches. Long and slender. Narrow pinkish knob. He was well muscled in a lean way. Little body hair. And in addition to his eyebrow piercing, were two little gold hoops in his nipples. A very sexy young man.

Michael was equally well formed. In contrast his muscles were bulky. A modest amount of dark body hair. A short fat dick with a flaring pink knob.

I twirled my finger in the air. “Turn around guys, let me get a good look at you!”

They obeyed. Andre’s butt was well formed but small.

Michael’s in contrast was heavy and full. Not fat, but substantial. Exactly the kind of ass that makes me drool.

I crooked my finger at Andre when they turned back around. Pointed to the floor beside my chair. He sauntered over, long dick leading the way. Stood next to me.

We both regarded Michael.

“So Michael? We’re here to fulfill a fantasy for your birthday. Just how old will you be?”

Michael blushed a bit. “Forty five!”

“Hmmm, and would you like your birthday spanking early?”

Michael kind of lit right up! “Yes please!”

Okay? He was one who liked a bit of pain.

I pondered for a moment. “Can you take a full forty five spanks?”

“Yes! I can!”

I turned to regard Andre. “Were you planning on giving Michael a birthday spanking?”

Andre didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah! He always wants one on his birthday!”

“Hmmm. If we gave him both spankings tonight, that’d be ninety slaps. Think Michael could take ninety ?”

Andre looked unsure.

Michael blurted, ” I think I could. I’d like to try.” Judging from the way his fat cock jerked and the spurt of juice, he really wanted to try.

Definitely, not shy about a bit of pain. Then, ninety slaps on the butt? That was a more than just a bit of pain.

To keep in charge, I gave Michael a stern look. “I was talking to Andre. If I wish you to speak, I’ll address you.”

Michael’s dick visibly throbbed, at being spoken to in such a manner. He actually smiled contentedly!

I turned back to Andre. He shrugged. ” I don’t know . We’ve never done more than one spanking at a time. But if that’s what Michael wants, I guess we should give him what he wants. “

I gave Andre an evil grin. “Hmmm. You sure? Here’s what I think. If Michael can’t take the full ninety whacks, are you willing to take the leftovers for him?”

I watched Andre swallow hard. I don’t believe he’d contemplated such a scenario. When he’d admitted to liking the idea of being bossed around, I don’t think this was what he had in mind.

Yet, his cock jerked up at the idea.

Then he stiffened his shoulders. “If this is what Michael wants, then that’s what I want to give him. It’s his birthday fantasy. So, yeah, if he tags out, I’ll take whatever licks are left to give.”

I watched Michael’s face. The look he gave Andre was one of love. I could tell that Andre being willing to step up for him, meant the world to him.

I stood. Slowly got out of my clothes, until I was wearing only my bright red jock. Both sets of eyes seemed to appreciate my lean red furred body. Both sets widened at the sight of my wood pushing the pouch away from my body. I’m damned proud of my dick! It’s the one part of my body that’s not long and lean. Uncut, it measures seven inches in length. But, it’s the girth that impresses. It’s a real hole stretcher!

“All right then. Michael? I want you to come lay across my lap. Ass up of course.”

Michael practically jumped across my lap.

Soon I had his hunky, naked body across my legs. I reached under him to maneuver his hard cock so it was between my thighs. Doing so smeared my hand full of the precum that dribbled from his dick. His firm belly a pressure on my hard dick.

Just for fun, I held my slicked hand in front of his face. ” Clean it off Michael. ” He never hesitated. He thoroughly licked my hand clean.

Then I turned my attention to the gorgeous ass in front of me! So big and round. Mostly hairless, there was a dark line of hair that disappeared into the deep canyon that was formed by his big cheeks. I gently rubbed the silky skin. Just looking at it made my dick hard. Touching it, turned my pole to steel.

I looked up at Andre. “You first, Andre. Stand in front of us and deliver his first forty five.”. I massaged Michael’s cheeks a bit more. ” Michael? You need to count the strokes. I’ll keep track with you, so you don’t lose your place. Any time you feel you can’t take anymore, tell us to stop. Then Andre will take your place.”

I nodded to Andre. “Anytime you’re ready, begin.”

Michael jolted with the first resounding slap. His hard cock jabbed into my hairy thigh. Each slap brought another jolt, another thigh jab. I wonder what my hairy thigh felt like on his sensitive cock head. Erotic, is my bet.

Andre seemed in a hurry to deliver his forty five smacks. They were also delivered pretty damn rough. I wondered if Michael really liked it so rough. Or if Andre was that unused to delivering a spanking. Or maybe Andre was hoping Michael would cop out. Then Andre would have to take the rest.

By slap thirty? Those big round cheeks were red! My thigh was wet from Michael’s dick drool. I was afraid Andre was being too rough. Ordered him to gentle the last fifteen slaps.

Then we were halfway through. Michael never lost count.

Michael had endured the first forty five like a trooper. I gently massaged his lower back. Softly told him how proud I was. I avoided touching his red ass.

After a bit, Michael began to squirm on my lap. Rubbing his drooling dick between my thighs. I leaned my arms across his broad back holding him in place. “Are you ready for forty five more? Or does Andre take your place?”

Michael bit his lip, looked at his partner and smiled. ” No, Rusty. I can take it.” I patted his back absently , making eye contact with Andre. Excitement brimmed on his face. Andre obviously got turned on by his lover’s spanking.

I started out gentle. Light slaps. Varied the timing, so Michael couldn’t anticipate the next blow. I had nebulous plans for that big beautiful butt that didn’t include it being too sore. At about the halfway count, I increased the force. Watched Michael’s reddened cheeks quiver. Then we were at slap forty five.

Michael took the full ninety smacks like a trooper.

Michael made a move to climb off my lap. I grabbed his waist to hold him in place. ” Not so fast buddy. I’m not done with your fine ass.”

He sighed happily and settled back across my happy lap.

I began to caress his red globes. Slid my fingers over the top of his crack. Looked up at Andre. ” I think you should bring that long dick of yours over here and put it in Michael’s mouth. I want to see you fuck that mouth. See how much dick my new buddy here can handle.”

Andre obeyed quickly, and was soon feeding his lover his long skinny dick. Long as it was, Michael took the whole length, without gagging. Impressive! As I watched them, I slipped my fingers into Michael’s crack and began stroking his pucker. Michael pushed back against those questing fingers. Oh yeah, he was definitely in a bottoming state of mind.

Andre began gently fucking his lover’s face. Michael wasn’t sucking , his mouth was just an open wet hole Andre was fucking. I was almost mesmerized by that long rod appearing and reappearing. Impressed there was no bathing to be heard.

I continued to lazily massage Michael’s twitching pucker. Occasionally, I’d work the very tip of a finger into his little slit. Not enough to penetrate. Just enough to tease. Build up some anticipation.

Andre’s long cock sliding into Michael’s face, brought a fantasy, I’d long held to mind.

I started talking softly. “Michael? I’m thinking on how to make this birthday present memorable.”.

Of course with a nine inch cock pistoning in and out of his mouth, Michael couldn’t answer.

” Now, selfishly, anything we come up with will have to include my dick inside this big beautiful ass of yours. Looking around at some of your toys, I don’t believe my cock will present a significant challenge. So I need to stretch my imagination. “

As I was talking, I spread his heavy cheeks apart, and hawked a glob of spit on his hole. Michael groaned around the dick in his face. Andre was beginning to breathe hard.

“Andre. Do not cum. You get close, you pull out of his mouth. We got to make this last a while.”

Andre must have been closer than I thought. He pulled away from Michael’s mouth almost at once. I motioned him over to my other side.

“Put those long fingers to use. ” I spread Michael’s globes apart, exposing a fluttering ass slit. “. Split lube up and slide one on in. Nice and slow.”

I kept Michael’s cheeks spread out, as I watched Andre insert a finger. Watching his finger slide in that tight looking pink hole was steaming me up. I loosed a cheek to free a hand.

“Hold your finger in deep.” I ordered Andre. I spit lubed up my own fingers. Slid my index finger along Andre’s knuckle until the tip rested on the rim of Michael’s slightly stretched hole. Began to edge it alongside the finger Andre had buried in Michael. Enjoying the sight of his pink skin stretching around my finger.

I’m very visual person. Looking at our fingers buried inside Michael’s hole looked so hot. Feeling the tight constriction of his pink ass lips, squeezing our fingers together. The feel of another man’s finger slipping against mine.

We began to alternate sliding in and out of Michael. Each of us trying to graze Michael’s prostate. Michael gasped, moaned and groaned.

” Grab the lube Andre. Lube up my fingers.” I said, withdrawing my fingers from Michael’s tight hole. His free hand grabbed the open tube. Once lubed up I slid two fingers alongside Andre’s single digit, getting Andre’s fingers slick as well.

“Feel good Michael? Having three fingers inside you? “

“Fuck yes! Feels so hot having two men finger fucking my ass!”

I looked at Andre. “Slip another finger inside your man. Let’s make sure he’s good and open.”

Andre didn’t hesitate. Soon two pairs of fingers were stretching Michael’s accommodating hole. Michael was squirming around on my lap. Gasping, groaning and urging us on.

Andre’s long bobbing cock, smearing juice on my arm, made me think of a fantasy I’d always had but never made real.

With so willing of a bottom, I thought it was time to go for it.

I’d never been part of a dp. The idea of Andre and I cocks together inside Michael? It practically had me drooling in excitement. We’d already shared his ass with four fingers. Why not?

“Michael? Have you ever taken two dicks in you at the same time?”. Michael’s whole body stilled at my words. Then a shiver coursed through him.

” No!…. But I’ve fantasized about it. “

“Hmmm, well I think Andre’s cock is long enough to make it work. How would two dicks in your hole for your birthday sound?” I asked.

He let out a long pleased sigh. “Yes! Please! I want both of you inside me!”

I could tell it excited him, there was a wet gush of fluid on my thigh.

There was a padded bench across the room.

Perfect!

I urged Michael off my lap. Grabbed Andre’s hand and led him over to the bench. Had him laid flat on his back. Andre was getting off on being manhandled. His hard dick was actually moving as it throbbed.

Spying a bottle of lube, I grabbed it and poured a dollop on Andre’s cock. ” Work that over your dick, boy, get it all wet and slick.”

As Andre worked on his cock, I went back to Michael. Led him over to stand beside Andre. I reached between those full cheeks and began fingering his retightening hole. ” Look at your man’s fine long cock. Imagine how good it’s going to feel as you let it slide deep inside you.”. My words caused his asshole muscles to clamp down on my fingers. Yeah, Michael had no problem imagining Andre’s long dick inside him. Likely from an intimate knowledge of having that cock inside his hole.

A spurt of precum confirmed it.

I grasped his hand and placed it over my jock pouch. Let him feel what I was proposing to slip alongside his lover’s piece. His head was turned toward me just enough to see one eye widen and his throat to bob. As he realized just how thick the cock I was proposing to slip in with Andre’s really was, I slipped another finger inside his hole.

” Need to open you up some more. Get you loosened up enough to take us both as deep inside as we can get.”

Four in, I began fanning those fingers. Loosening that tight ring, we’d have to get past. Michael was shuddering and moaning, his cock bobbing and leaking. A long strand that almost reached the floor.

Slowly, I pulled my fingers from him. ” Now for the next event. Straddle facing your man and slip his pretty cock in your sweet hole. Want to see you take the whole thing in as far as you can. Want to watch that fine ass split by that fine long piece of meat.”

Michael was eager to comply. He threw a leg over Andre and the bench. Grasped Andre’s long rod and lined it up with his back hole. And sat. Taking the whole length in one smooth slide.

Andre groaned in pleasure as Michael’s wet gut engulfed him. Michael matched him with a moan as Andre’s cock reached deeper than our fingers ever could. I knelt down, spreading each heavy cheek to see the sight of his ass lips stretched around his lover’s dick.

“So hot. Want to see you move, swirl your hips around. Feel that hard cock stir inside your belly. Ride him and think about my fat cock joining him up there. Stretching you wide.”

Michael began to ride Andre. He would hiss in pleasure when Andre’s cock hit his joy gland.

Man, was Michael ever a leaker. I was half afraid he’d cum before I managed to impale him on my own cock.

I dropped my jock , grabbed a condom and began slicking up my own cock. Andre’s eyes widening, had Michael trying to peer over his shoulder. I gently turned his headforward-looking with my free hand. My fingers slick with lube, I slowly eased one in alongside Andre’s hard piece. The men moaned in unison. At two, I could feel Michael tense.

” Feeling the stretch? The burn? You man enough to take this? You need to take one more finger stretching your hole before you can take me on. Your pretty ass up to it?”

Slowly, after a moment, Michael’s head nodded yes.

” Use your words, Michael. Tell us what you want. Tell us how it feels.”

” I.. I feel… Stretched. Hurts. But hurts good. Want to try the third finger. “

I complied. Eased that third finger into an already well stretched hole. Heard Michael gasp explosively. In pain? In pleasure? Both?

” Words, Michael. Is it too much? Can you keep on? Can you imagine how it’s going to stretch your hole and your gut when my fat seven inch cock joins Andre’s. Deeper inside than my fingers can reach?”

“Yeesss!” He hissed. “Want to feel you deep inside me. Like I feel Andre.”

As I removed my three fingers slowly, I used my free hand to push him forward. This caused some of Andre’s cock to slide out, but a good five inches was still lodged in Michael’s hole.

I positioned myself between Andre’s legs, spreading them a little. Began sliding my dick up and down the exposed part of Andre’s dick, bumping up against the strained pink of Michael’s asshole.

Every time I bumped that sensitive bit of stretched pink, Michael gasped or moaned. Using a finger I edged it inside, lifting. Creating a space to edge the fat blunt head of my cock into. Removing my finger, I pushed my hips forward, until my cock head was inside those stretched lips.

Michael stiffened, his head dropping forward, his breathing quickened. A shudder ran through his muscled frame. I resisted moving, letting him adjust to the burn. Hoping he could. That it wouldn’t be more than he could take.

After several tense moments, I felt his body relax. A bit more of my cock slipped inside him. I pushed my hips a bit, adding a bit more length. My cock was almost in to where it flared out wide again. It stretched Michael’s hole out a bit more. Once it accepted that widened part, his hole took the rest of my fat cock inside him.

Michael’s whole body shuddered. Between Andre and me, there were sixteen to seventeen inches of man meat deep inside him. And possibly the width of a man’s hand filling his gut, straining his ass lips.

We held still like that for a time. Minutes? Then Andre shifted under Michael’s weight. Causing our cocks to both move inside Michael.

“Fuuck!” Michael growled. He sqirmed his hips gently. “Feel so fucking full!”. His stirring caused our cocks to stimulate his prostate.

Michael suddenly went from gently squirming to actively riding the two invaders inside him. This caused Andre and my cock to slip and rub against each other. Encased inside the hot wet environment of Michael’s gut, it’s hard to describe just how good it felt.

Andre lost control about then. Grabbing Michael’s hips he began ratchet fucking him.

” Yes!” Michael yelled. “Fuck my ass!”

I happily joined in. I was going in on Andre’s out stroke, each movement causing Michael to beg for more. Our timing wasn’t in sync, so sometimes both cocks were pushing in and ou at the same time. Sweat began to bead on Michael’s back. Then to trickle.

He’d lost his words then. Inarticulate howls that resembled cuss words. I could only believe, Michael was experiencing anal orgasms from the two cocks pounding into him.

Then with a wordless yell, Andre thrust hard up inside Michael, his fingers digging into his hips. Michael’s insides seemed to grow hotter, then slicker as Andre’s load lubricated my cock and Michael’s insides.

This set off Michael. Suddenly his insides were clamping down on our cocks. He squealed as he came. A low manly squeal, but still a squeal.

His shuddering, clasping movements, brought me to my own edge. Then it was me, grabbing his hips, burying myself deep, as I filled my condom deep inside his gut.

I found myself laying across the sweaty back of stocky Michael, who was laying across the cum soaked body of Andre. Realizing our combined weight was crushing thin Andre, I moved myself off them, my still hard cock squelching from Michael’s well piled hole. This pulled Andre’s softening cock free too. I pulled Michael’s cheeks apart, so I could look at the reddened , gaping hole. There’s just something satisfying about seeing a man hole that’s been so thoroughly worked over.

Finally, Andre pushed his lover off his body.

Then his eyes tracked to my still rock hard cock.

(To be continued.)

Meeting the CFO

The day goes well when you start it in such a good way. Most of the morning, I was sporting a semi under the table as I kept remembering details of that hot session in the restroom stall. How fucking build is that man? Who could it be? I am sure I must have seen him, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

As the hours went on, I thought of what I will do to him in the evening. The idea of his sloppy hole filled with my cum between his ripped panties just wouldn’t let me calm down.

“Nick, they shut us down!” Morris sat on the chair next to me.

“What? Why?”

“Then haven’t said. Paul just said it to me on the way back from meeting with the board.”

“I hope you are joking! We’ve been at it since June! That’s ridiculous!”

“You tell me! This is my baby.” he looked devastated. It may be silly for some, but when you invest so much time and effort into something, you can’t help but feel betrayed by something like this.

“We shouldn’t give up so easily, Morris!”

“What can we do? Owen said that proposal had major flaws, and he just won’t back it up…”

“Then we’ll write a new one.” I was furious. I’ve spent months on that thing!

“What major flaws he talked about?”

“Like he would tell me.”

“Who else would he tell that?”

“I suppose Paul knows.”

“Fuck Paul! He could have fought for this more but is a damn coward.”

“Then what do you suggest? We can’t just walk into Owen’s office and demand he’d change his mind.”

“No, but we can hear his points and discuss possible adjustments. I haven’t given up yet. What worst can happen if we ask?”

“Ok…” I could see his color started returning, and there was slight hope in his eyes.

“Damn… I never thought I would use this.”

I picked up my phone.

“What?”

“Favor. Give me one second.”

I called Julie. She used to be one of my female subs. It was a long time ago, and we were both surprised to find ourselves working for the same company when I got hired, but since we both knew we were professionals, we decided never to speak of our past relationship anymore. This should be considered unethical, but it’s worth the try.

She answered after the first tone.

“Sir?”

“Hi, Julie.”

“How can I help, sir?” her tone was sweet and calm, as many personal assistants have.

“I need to ask a favor. I need to have a meeting with Mr. Simmons.”

“How important is this, sir?”

“You know I wouldn’t ask if it wouldn’t be crucial.”

Julie understood immediately from what position I was asking this favor. Her voice got lower. “Can you now talk, sir?”

“I am here with my colleague Morris Donovan who would be joining the meeting if you could arrange that.”

“Right, I understand. You do realize this is crossing our original agreement.”

“I do.”

She got quiet for a minute.

“In that case, I will trust your judgment, and I hope we can discuss it later personally, sir.”

“Of course, we can.” I will reward you handsomely, my beautiful slut! The good thing is we’ve known each other for years prior, and I hope she knows I am a trustworthy person. Even though I wasn’t thrilled, I needed to resort to this.

“I could schedule one for three o’clock this afternoon or ten-thirty tomorrow.”

“We will be there today at three.”

“Done. Then I will see you soon. Have a good day, sir.”

“You too, Julie. You have my thanks.”

She remained silent, and I hung up.

Morris was over the moon! He would start dancing if we weren’t in the open office!

“You are a genius! What have you done to her?”

Lots of things before we accidentally ended up in the same company. But I suppose we will have one extra session after a long time. I had to smile.

“We should decide how we will approach this. We can’t just come there with a single, please.”

“Sure, let’s get to it!”

We spent the whole time up to two o’clock going through everything we could think of. Finally, shortly before three, I went to refresh myself, and we headed to the elevator.

Mr. Owen Simmons was the CFO and had a reputation as a friendly but stringent man. We were nervous, but we were determined. As we stepped into the hall, Julie came to us.

“He is on the phone now but said you can go in. I told him that we had known each other, and you asked me this as a favor. He said he would listen to you only because of that.” Julie smiled lightly, and I knew she was so proud of herself, knowing how good of a reward she must have earned. Plus, it eased the question of how we got here without the backstabber Paul.

“Thank you, Julie. I really appreciate that.” I let her know as subtly as possible. She smiled and led us in.

We came into the spacious office, and Mr. Simmons just put the phone on the table and stood up to welcome us.

I, however, stood frozen in my spot, staring at him with confusion. I knew that suit. I took it off him this morning! I looked down to see his shoes and then at his belt, but he had it covered by a suit jacket. Still, as I looked closely at him, there was no doubt in my mind. This man is Own-me. How silly and smart, he just left out one single letter.

I smiled at him and happily shook his hand, my mind working overtime, concentrating on the meeting and, at the same time, deciding what to do with that information.

Using this would also be unethical…

So we did our best, and Owen listened to us. He was attentive and polite, pointing out things he found and asking questions he had. We talked for about an hour, and he never once stopped smiling with that gentle, understanding smile. When we finished, Morris and I felt good about ourselves. And I liked this man.

However, when he made sure we said everything, he started talking, and it wasn’t good. He made us feel great about the effort we put into this and even admired the determination he could see in setting this meeting, but he still wasn’t convinced.

So this little speech of his would have left me satisfied if I had been thirty years old, but now with ages in this business, I saw that he was politely telling us to fuck off, which got me angry.

But I am not your traditional angry man. I got to the position I am in because I channel that anger and carefully choose how.

“Morris, would you mind if I talk with Mr. Simmons alone?”

They both looked surprised, but Owen seemed intrigued.

“Well… Sure. I will be out with Julie.”

“No need; I will meet you down in the office. This may take longer.”

Morris looked at Mr. Simmons, who looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“I should inform you that I also have a few things to do. Being CFO isn’t about sitting in the corner office and looking presentable.”

Good, a joke. Let’s see how much humor you will have in two minutes, asshole.

I looked meaningfully at Morris, and he said his goodbye and left us behind closed doors.

I immediately switched. Looking at Owen as prey. He noticed that but remained silent as if observing what would happen.

“What more did you want to say, Nick?”

“Nothing in regards to the project. You seem to be already decided.”

“True, then why did you want to stay?”

“I thought it would be fair to let you know.”

“Know what?”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with that slight smile.

“Where is my tie, cum-dump?”

He froze, and that constant smile of his disappeared in a split second.

“Excuse me?” he said slowly.

I looked at him, and we both knew we knew what I was talking about.

“Did that just make your pussy twitch? I hope my cum is still in there, slut.”

“I don’t think this is appropriate, Nick.”

“No, yet that’s what makes it so exciting, isn’t it? You haven’t answered my question, Owen.”

I may be risking my job now, but I brought this company many clients, and they know I would be taking them with me if they should fire me just like that.

“Take a deep breath, boy,“ I said in caring command. I often use this tone when my subs get overwhelmed, and I kind of perfected the tone and the stare over the years. It had an immediate effect as he instinctively inhaled and exhaled, looking at me as if he still hadn’t decided how he felt about this.

“Good boy. Now, where is the tie?”

He reached into his jacket pocket and put it on the table.

“You wear it on you. How sweet.” I stood up and walked over to his big desk standing before him. My dick was raging so hard it tented my pants. He couldn’t help but look at it and open his mouth in exhale.

“When is your next meeting, slut?”

He swallowed his dry mouth, “I don’t have any today. I made Julie reschedule them.”

I smiled, “Why?”

“I would have to be out of the office for the rest of the day and wouldn’t be able to make it here before six.”

Hearing that just made me leak. “You could have told me, but I appreciate that.” I leaned very close. Our noses were nearly touching.

“I wanted to kiss those lips since this morning.”

He turned, “Please don’t.”

I straightened my spine and watched him, thinking whether I should respect this line. I decided I would for now, but those lips immediately became the most desirable part of his body.

“Look at me, bitch.”

He did, and I pulled on the tie and started to wrap it around his eyes again. I could see his cock jerk in that tent it created, and when I tied it behind his head, I licked his lips. He recoiled, but I already moved to his ear and nape. I loosened his tie and opened his shirt to see the sign written on his chest. With my right hand, I squeezed his nipple and unbuckled his belt with my left. His breathing was so shallow now I was worried he would faint soon. I pulled his belt out and whispered in his ear.

“Hands behind your back, cum-dump!”

Within a second, he did it, which resulted in his chest popping out even more. I squeezed his nipple again and heard his sweet hissing under me.

I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, letting them fall to my ankles, and he was listening intently with that delicious mouth open. I pulled my boxer briefs below my balls and put his belt buckle to his mouth.

“Lick it, bitch.” his tongue darted out, smearing spit on the chrome buckle and then the leather body.

“Feel the ridges?” he aimed his tongue at them, trying each one with the tip of his tongue.

“That’s how hard you’ve been biting it,” I whispered into his ear. “Did you look at the state of your pecs?”

He nodded

“Did you like it?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Such a good boy.” I took his pressed shirt and opened it more, looking at the bite marks on his shoulders.

“Bite down, boy; I see an empty spot here.”

He moaned and bit the leather down as he felt my teeth on his skin. I bit his nape, and he groaned in the belt.

I let go and couldn’t take much more now.

“Open wide, bitch. I am about to feed you.”

I spread his lips with my fingers, and he licked them. I put my cock head to his mouth, and he started sucking as if he had been hungry for ages. I let him bob on my dick. I put his belt behind his head, pulled on it, and started trusting into his mouth, opening his throat and listening to him gag and slurp.

“What a good cum-dump. That’s my good boy. Suck it.”

It took me a few minutes to get him to the base, and then I stopped there in the ecstasy of his spasming throat around my cock, milking it. He started pressing his head into the belt I was holding him with, and I showed him mercy and let go.

“Breathe, boy.” I liked his swollen lips, yearning to dive in that month

“We’re going again. I will feed you this time, and you will take it all, understand?”

He nodded, breathing heavily.

“Open, cum-dump. I am about to make a second mark on that chest.”

With that, he started shaking, and I pushed in the whole cock in one trust. He moaned and groaned but composed himself. I started face fucking him hard, and soon I felt I would shoot!

“Eat, bitch! Eat it all!”

I could feel his throat trying to swallow around my cock, and it felt like heaven itself opened above me! Fuck, what a great day it is today!

I pulled out, and he coughed and breathed heavily and erratically.

Then I bent in front of him and licked the place next to the first bite mark from this morning under the sign: LOAD COUNT:

“Say when to stop, Owen.”

He nodded, and I bit hard, increasing my strength as I watched him tilt his head back and moan in pleasure.

“Stop, please.”

I released his muscle and licked it gently. I kissed his jaw and got dressed.

I leaned close and licked it before whispering to his ear: “Text me if you want me to come at six.”

Then I left. I told Julie that he had asked me to tell her he had an important call and would call her later. She nodded.

“Can we talk now, sir?”

“Julie, a project I have been working on for months got shut down. So I would like to have some time. But I will keep you in mind. I promise.”

“I understand, sir,” she smiled slightly and wished me a good day.

“How did it go?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Morris. He didn’t agree.” Morris sank in his chair.

“At least we tried.”

“Yeah, I am glad we did.” I smiled.

Owen hadn’t contacted me until most people had left, and it was past five. Then my phone beeped, and I looked at it:

O: I am still not accepting that proposal

N: Do not write me about work here.

N: I told you that was not the reason I stayed.

O: in that case, I would like to meet you here at six, but we should talk first.

N: I already booked the meeting room

O: it would be better here. J. Is heading out soon.

N: Good, then I will see you in about an hour

No “Thank you, sir.”… That kind of disappointed me, but I could understand. In the end, he was the boss of the boss of my boss, if I count correctly. Still, I found this dynamic very hot!

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Hello dear readers. 

In a few days, I will finish writing my main story Fiance of My Ex-Boss (posted on Patreon), and therefore we will be choosing a new main story I will be concentrating on. 

For that reason, I decided to unlock the first three chapters of my side stories to the public as well as the Poll regarding what story will be chosen next. 

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Author’s Note: Age catches up with you fast! When I first wrote this in the early 00’s, we had to key in our emojis and/or type LOL, LMAO, etc. Thinking of the future generations that may stumble upon this story, I tried my best to key in the emojis versus the symbols and modernize some the dated phrases. If I skipped over some spots, please forgive me.

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NatBLKMascTop:  Whoady! Gone to get me some pineapple juice and you kidnapped me?

PigBoiBottom:  Finder’s keepers. In virtual reality it’s all fair in love and war.

NatBLKMascTop: Don’t know you well enough to be in love, so we’re at war!

PigBoiBottom:  Yep. I thought with me having you tied up you up would’ve said it all!

NatBLKMascTop:  You got me tied down to this rail thing in some leather harness and chaps…interesting.

PigBoiBottom: …with nothing else on but a hard-on

NatBLKMascTop:  It seems you’ve captured my essence.

 

PigBoiBottom:  😂 You’re over their drinking pineapple juice and vodka?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Nope, just straight pineapple juice. I heard it makes the cum taste sweeter. I like my boys to chug not sip! 🍺 Froth and all!

 

PigBoiBottom:  😂 I bet you do!

 

NatBLKMascTop:   No doubt. Though it’s hard to find somebody to suck me until I come. It takes me a long while to do so.

 

PigBoiBottom:  How long?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Why? Want to give it a whirl?

 

PigBoiBottom:  I need to chew my meat for a while before I take a sip on some pineapple juice.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Trust. You’ll be chewing and gnawing on it a long while before a drop of pineapple juice will even dribble out.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, it’s like that?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn skippy, skippy.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Whatcha wearing?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  My birthday suit. You?

 

PigBoiBottom:  For real?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  My birthday suit. I gotta set Willie wild and free when I’m at home. Nah, seriously, I got on some jeans and a wifebeater.

 

PigBoiBottom:  You beat your wife?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  🤣 Nah, it’s the shirt. A tank top. You do know what a tank top is?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Then, now you know what a wifebeater is.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Why they call it a wifebeater?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  How the fuck am I supposed to know? They just do!

 

PigBoiBottom:  That sort of sucks.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Why do you call yourself PigBoiBottom? I thought rabbits go at it harder than pigs.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Pigs are hungrier and greedier, and I like my men to be the same way, Nat?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Nat?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Isn’t that your name?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Nope.

 

PigBoiBottom:  What does the “Nat” stand for in your handle?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Natural as in Natural Black Masculine Top—there are a lot of imitators online and plus it alleviates asking about bedroom roles.

 

PigBoiBottom:  I understand that.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I come to understand that a good fifteen minutes can be wasted on a conversation that should’ve never taken place. You know what I mean?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah. I wasted an hour on here the other day talking to this bastard that swore up and down that he was a top. He came strutting through the door with helium heels on.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  🤣 I don’t mean to laugh, but I hear that a lot. Let me assure you that I’m 110% top.

 

PigBoiBottom:  120% would make me feel better.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  That too. To be honest, my dick up in your ass would be the thing to make you real feel better, now wouldn’t it?

 

PigBoiBottom:  You know me so well.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Tell me a little bit about yourself?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Stats?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You say tomato I say tomato. Other way around, or however that saying goes. It doesn’t work to well on screen.

 

PigBoiBottom:  No. I like your effort though. 😂 About me…about me…I’m half-Mongolian and half-Vietnamese. I was born here, raised in San Fran, moved to LA for school, and got a job shortly after graduation that landed me here in San Diego.

NatBLKMascTop:  It sounds to me like you’re an Asian-flavored man making his way down to the coast for some muy caliente!  What?  Next stop Tijuana?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah if they got what I’m looking for. 👀

NatBLKMascTop:  Oh. What is it that you’re looking for?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Party and bullshit.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I can get with that. Since there is obviously a cultural difference between us on racial lines, let me ask you, how do you feel about the brothas?

 

PigBoiBottom:  I love me some dark meat in my Asian-flavored ass. My last three serious relationships were with black men. I hadn’t had one since I packed and left LA, though. Meanwhile, since I moved down here to San D I have found a brown brotha or two to mess around with from around the way.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  😎

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, I was forgetting the rest of my stats.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Okay, shoot.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Standing at five-nine, I’m a cute and thick sporting a three-day beard and just recently shaved the hair off my head. And for most of the men that I mess around with they say for an Asian boy I got one hell of a badunakadunk.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Shit, I like that!

 

PigBoiBottom:  😎 Everybody wants to call me a cub. I’m not chubby…or cubby. I’m just a nice solid thick pig boi that’s got a metal keg rather than a six pack. With a few digital technicalities, I pretty much look like what you see in this virtual world.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  😎 I need my boys to have some meat on their bones. Makes for some serious cushion pushin’.

 

PigBoiBottom:  😂 So tell me about yourself.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Just your “average” tall, beefy black man.

 

PigBoiBottom:  You? Average?  I don’t believe it.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Nah. I thought I would give a try though.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Spill it.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  If I toldja you wouldn’t believe me. It would come off as bragging.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Try me.

NatBLKMascTop:  Okay. I’m six-three, two hundred and seventy pounds plus packing some nice body-armored muscles. As of late, people have been split down the middle in wanting to say that I have a football player build and a wrestler’s build (what’s really difference?). Most people will also swear I live at the gym, but I don’t. I simply got tired of the gym stalkers looking for some post-workout training. I’m a naturally muscled, beefy motherfucker. I have a tight flat belly, about a dozen plus tattoos and several body piercing. I have a shaven head, too.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Sounds like my kind of guy? Into leather?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Came out of the womb with a codpiece and a bullwhip.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Old Guard?

NatBLKMascTop:  I know a good bit about it to respect the game. Pretty much, I go about my own rules. Not new guard, but my own style.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Daddy? 👴🏾

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I prefer Big Poppa…and without so much gray. I got about four or five strands.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Big Poppa, eh?  Not to sound like a total size 👸🏻 but how big is Big Poppa?

NatBLKMascTop:  Big enough 🤣!

 

PigBoiBottom:  C’mon.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

 

PigBoiBottom:  C’mon.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Let’s just say it’s not for the faint of hearts.

 

PigBoiBottom:  I can respect that. So I won’t be disappointed if I saw it?

NatBLKMascTop:  A pig bottom like you wouldn’t have any complaints. You’ll be like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind ‘you’ll never go hungry again!’ piggy boi! 🥓 😘

 

PigBoiBottom:  Is that right?  Don’t make any promises you can’t keep.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I promise I won’t write a check that your ass can’t cash in handsomely!

 

PigBoiBottom:  I can it 24/7, 365. The problem is I don’t come across too many BIG deposits that can take me out of commission.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  🤣 I’ll put you out of business AND run your sweet ass out of town. I got a big-ass boar of a dick.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Big dick, eh?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I thought that was implied. It’s so big the Post Office is considering giving it its own zip code.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Usually, I’ll dismiss that sort of bragging, but I got a funny feeling that you got a whale watcher’s dick. 😂

 

NatBLKMascTop:  A whale wishes he had so much!  I can’t lie it’s a pretty nice size. Though, I’m disappointed that Subway will only pay $5 for my foot long. 😭😭😭

 

PigBoiBottom:  Damn! Is it thick?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Very. 😈

 

PigBoiBottom:  Cut or uncut?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I got some serious foreskin, too.

 

PigBoiBottom:  I like that right there. I always got to live vicariously.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You got some on here.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Digital technicality.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You ain’t missing anything. I was supposed to have been cut too; but whoever did left so much it was like I never was. Then, too, I “grew” some more. I can take it or leave it, but cut pieces are obsessed over it.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Can you blame them?  I’m getting hard just thinking about it!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I got a feeling that you were hard already.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Who told you?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Whatcha wearing?

 

PigBoiBottom:  My birthday suit.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  For real?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Almost. I got on a jockstrap so that…

 

NatBLKMascTop:  What?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Nothing.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Tell me. Tell Big Poppa. Don’t be ashamed.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Well, I got on a jockstrap so that while I play on this computer, I can also control the speed of the vibrating bullet in my ass.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Absolutely disgusting! No, I kid! I wish I was over there so that you didn’t have to fuck with no toys.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah, but the real thing eventually gives out.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  So do batteries, my friend, so do batteries. You got a vibrator up your ass while talking to Big Poppa. I can’t hate on having an introduction.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Introduction?

NatBLKMascTop:  Yeah, as it is warming up your big juicy badunkadunk for me.

 

PigBoiBottom:  For you, huh?

 

NatBLKMascTop: Of course. Who else? 🤣😜

 

PigBoiBottom:  Aren’t you special?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Not yet. I will be when I crank up that vibrator and put it on full blast to see what it can really do!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Level two is pretty much all I can handle sitting at this chair.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  C’mon, I know you can crank it up a notch. I’ll let you nibble the hell out of my extra skin.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Chew, baby, chew.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  😎 Chew on it like a long-lasting stick of gum…or like some good-ass fried chicken skin. 🐓🐔🦴

 

PigBoiBottom:  😂 No doubt. Thought I should give you a heads-up, I’m not the best at giving brains. I do my thing. It’s just I sort of get carried away with having a dick in my mouth that I forget to do any pleasing.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Oh, no!!! I drunk all that pineapple juice for nothing!!!

Shit, I ain’t too worried about it. Even if you were good at giving head, I am too big of a boy for you to take down the windpipe like that. But at least I can give you your props for knowing what you can and cannot do. As long as you keep your teeth at bay, we should be good—on and off the screen.

 

PigBoiBottom:  What the hell?!?!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Oh, while you were cranking up that vibrator getting that ass super wet thinking about me in chat, I found a way to create a second me to untie the first me from that rail thing. I kidnapped you into another virtual room where I got you looking like something straight out of a Tom of Finland picture.

I started to hang you like you did me on that rail thing. Then I remembered I’m a bit more original than that, so I hung you upside down. I had your legs spread-eagle tied to the ceiling along with your arms and nutts so it looked like you were set up in an invisible sling. One of the voyeurs in the room suggested I bound your wrists together. The next logical choice was to connect your wrists and nutts by a pulley. That way when you start pulling on your wrists you’re also tormenting your beloved testicles.

Watch.

See how your mouth opened up so you can suck off my naked double while my leathered original take a crack at your piggish bubblebutt with my bullwhip.

Ain’t nothing like frying a squealing bacon-hole first thing in the morning!

PigBoiBottom: Oink! 🐽

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Good little piggy.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Good?  Great!  I’ll try my best to take care of my Big Poppa.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  That was the plan.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Even if I just get a drop of that sweet pineapples juice on my tongue, I’ll be in heaven.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I like your spirit, piggy.

 

PigBoiBottom:  I think you’ll like my ass, Pa. It’s my speci-al-ity! 🐷🍑

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn, you got my dick hard waiting it. 🍆💦💦💦

 

PigBoiBottom:  You were already hard weren’t you, Big Poppa?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Of course! I won’t deny it! When an Asian boi like yourself uses the word “badunkadunk” to describe his phat ass it’s definitely a turn-on!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Badunkadunk. I got a badunkadunk. Asian boi with a bundunkadunk all for Big Poppa.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You got cam?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Hell, yeah. My sound card is jacked up though, so I’ll still have to type.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn, you’re phyne.

 

PigBoiBottom:  You’re sexy as hell, too, Pa. I’m going to have to turn up this vibrator just to get off.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Can you swerve that camera down?

Man, that hole is shaking like it ain’t got no business.

PigBoiBottom:  Let me see that dick, Pa.

Damn, I see why you love it when they call you Big Poppa. That ain’t no dick. That shit right there is a jackhammer made for those manholes in the streets. Good Lord!

NatBLKMascTop:  Glad you like.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Explain something to me. How do you walk with that thing?

NatBLKMascTop:  One step at a time. Besides, it doesn’t always stay hard like this. I do have some control over it.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Even soft it looks like it could be a nice noticeable basket. Picnic anyone?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  It is. That’s why oversize jerseys and sagging jeans come in handy.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Trying to go for that gangsta look.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Not really, but pretty damn close. Fortunately, now that I’m semi-retired I can get away with it a bit more.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Semi-retired?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Yeah. After roaming around from thing to thing, I was fortunate enough to fall into a lucrative side career a few years back that brandish me the opportunity to break free of the grind…a little bit of it anyway.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Need to find that career. I hate to ask, but what’s your age?

NatBLKMascTop:  When I got your mouth and ass bouncing between both of my dicks, you can feel free to ask me anything you want. I’m in my late thirties. You?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Twenty-nine. You never did say where you’re from.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  East Coast.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Where?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I’m from…

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, I got some friends that just moved out there.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Good place to be. I left some of the best badunkadunks back that way. I wonder how you measure up.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Let me sit on your face and find out. 🍑👴🏾

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You got a smart mouth for somebody that is at my command…and for that…

 

PigBoiBottom:  You slapped an eye mask on my face.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You damn right. You’re no longer PigBoiBottom. You’re just a sloppy hole.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Hot.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Slut.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Damn right, Big Poppa.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I know you are now.

PigBoiBottom:  You slapped me! 

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I’m sorry.

 

PigBoiBottom:  You’re choking me!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I’m sorry.

PigBoiBottom:  What the hell?!?!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I just busted a nutt down your throat with plenty of icing to spare for that pretty little face of yours. Happy Birthday! 🎂💦

PigBoiBottom:  I thought it took you a long time to cum.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  It does. That why my original guy is still pounding out your asshole…in spite of you over there tightening up on that asshole trying to drain my energy. Just like in real life, I got too much stamina for your ass to take me out. PigBoi.

 

PigBoiBottom:  I got stamina, too, Big Poppa. That’s why it took two of you to take me down.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I never said you didn’t. That’s why I don’t understand if your ass is such a pig why you don’t crank that vibrator to full blast!  Have it shake like a Polaroid picture!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Is…that good…enough for…you?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn that’s the body rock, ain’t it?  Can you type?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, yeah…but I don’t really want to.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You want to lay down like your friend on the screen and enjoy the ride, don’t you? 🐷🕳🍆

PigBoiBottom:  Yes.

NatBLKMascTop:  Sliding in and out of that juicy badunkadunk. 🍆🍑

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yess.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You wish there was a real man ramming those walls in. 🍆🍑🕳

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yees.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Building them up and tearing them down with every hard and powerful stroke. 🍆🕳

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Relax. There you go. Just lean back in your chair and let Big Poppa do the rest. 🍆🕳

PigBoiBottom:  Oh!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Yeah, bring that ass up a bit more to me, like I was there fucking you in that chair. 🐷🍑

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yeah! 🐽

NatBLKMascTop:  Let me take that ass from a royal warming to piston white-hot!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, yeah. Ohh, yeah! I’m just a pig hole! 🐽🕳 🐽🕳🐽🕳

NatBLKMascTop:  I feel that you’re holding back on me. Turn that shit up as high as it will go.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes sir!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  How does it feel?

PigBoiBottom:  Great.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I see you over there panting. Breathe through it, motherfucker. Don’t tell me you’ve been oinking all these years and you haven’t learned Breathing 101. 🫁

PigBoiBottom:  Yes sir. 🫁

 

NatBLKMascTop:  There you go. Breathe, baby, breathe. Don’t be afraid to let your feet rest on that desk.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Ohh!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Spread that shit like you got your man diving in between them.

PigBoiBottom:  Ohh!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Spread that shit like you were my ho.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes sir. I wish you were here sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  I am. Just relax your mind and let your body flow from what you feel and what you see on screen.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  How does it feel?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Like I’m taking care of you, sir. 🕳🍆

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Watch how that mouth breathe through each stroke.

PigBoiBottom:  I have no choice, sir, my balls are bound to my wrist and if I pull back too tight…

 

NatBLKMascTop:  And here you thought you were in control.

 

PigBoiBottom:  No, sir. You are.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  That’s right. When a real man like me is digging you out you got no choice but to take a back seat. Big Poppa got you fully covered.

 

PigBoiBottom:  That’s some kick-ass insurance!

 

NatBLKMascTop:   Manners.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Sorry, sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn, boy you slick with sweat!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir. That’s what happens when I got something working out my ass. I wonder if I got a vibrator here and you in me in the computer would that necessarily constitute as being double-teamed?

NatBLKMascTop:  Think of it as one in the same. You’re watching yourself getting fucked while getting fucked.

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, sir, I wish you were really here fucking me!  This may sound weird as fuck, but I can feel every stroke. Like way inside me far past this thing can go.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  That was the intention, piggy

 

PigBoiBottom:  You switched scenes?

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Nope. I just got you out of bondage and put you in a chair just like you are just so you can REALLY feel it.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir. I want to really feel it sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Do as I said before I let your mind become one with the screen. Can you feel it?

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir. Oh, yes sir.

NatBLKMascTop:  You feel this big-ass dick using that sloppy hole? 🍆🕳💦

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You hear it talking back? 📢

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, sir yes, sir!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  While you’re throwing it back?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir, yes!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You hear my balls bouncing against that phat badunkadunk back door of yours?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, God, yes! I hear you making it twerk back. Oh, damn!

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Let it talk to me. Let it say everything you can’t.

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, yes sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Damn, you’re sweating and panting even harder. Brace yourself against the back of your chair with your arm…keep those feet on that desk…there you.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Oh, damn, fuck me.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  You’re good at typing with one hand.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Thank you, sir.

NatBLKMascTop:  How’s that hole feeling?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Raw. Like an all-out gangbang.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  With one man.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir. Ohhhhhhhh.

NatBLKMascTop:  Are you…

 

PigBoiBottom:  No, sir. Not yet but getting really close.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Look at that precum just slinging from left to right from your dick.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Look at those legs quivering. Don’t push that vibrator out, now. Push that shit all the way back in. If you must, try your best to lock it in place with your ass cheeks.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir…got it.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Grab your dick and start stroking it. Stroke it to the beat of us fucking on the screen…of the vibrator in your ass, tickling your guts. There you go. There ain’t nothing like a quivering hole attached to a bawling man that is about ready to explode!

SHOOT THAT LOAD MOTHERFUCKER! SHOOT IT!

WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN, MOTHERFUCKER! 

TRY TO SHOOT IT UP IN THERE.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE A GUSHER SHOOTER.

SHOOT IT NOW!

DAMN, THAT LOOKS HOT!

Wow, I was right about your ass! You shot it up in your face. You got some on the corner of your mouth. Lick that shit with your tongue.

There you go, piggy!

 

PigBoiBottom:  Wow, sir. That was amazing.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  It ain’t over yet I’m still fucking the shit out of you.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir. I thought you came inside me after my ass clammed down on it.

NatBLKMascTop:  I even work well through pressure.

 

PigBoiBottom:  Yes, sir, you do. I want to take care of you sir. I want to see you cum sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Don’t worry about me just yet. Tell me how does your cum tastes in your mouth?

 

PigBoiBottom:  It tastes like pineapple juice, sir.

NatBLKMascTop:  It does, huh?

 

PigBoiBottom:  No, sir. I want to taste yours. I don’t care if I got to come over there or you come over here. I got to taste it sir.

 

NatBLKMascTop:  Now?

 

PigBoiBottom:  Now, sir. If you still want me and my used hole and cummy mouth?

NatBLKMascTop:  Shit, yeah! Who do you think made it the fuck that way!

I recently started a gloryhole in the town I live in. I’ve been wanting to for a while, and I finally mustered the courage to do so, and let me tell you…best decision I have ever made. 

Living in a college town, there are tons of sexy 18-24 year olds, so I got a part-time job as a front desk worker at the university gym. There are so many stunning guys at this gym, it’s so hard not to just stare during my shifts.

I also wipe down benches and stuff in the locker rooms during my shifts, and when I finally started my gloryhole, I used that time to slip flyers I made into all the lockers & bags of guys at the gym. That’s how I started getting guys and now it’s been a regular thing – word of mouth from the guys has helped.

Last week, the baseball team had come in for a group work out and I’ve always had a thing for baseball players – their huge asses, thick thighs, and overall masculinity – so I pay particular attention when they’re here.

This year, among the new freshman players, there are 19 year old twins who are STUNNING. They have perfect bodies and look like models – thick, bright blonde hair & blue eyes, perfectly muscular arms, and amazing bubble butts. It’s so hard not to gaze at them working out.

Once they were all out and working, I ran to the locker room and shoved flyers in all their bags in the hopes of seeing them at my gloryhole.

A few days passed and I didn’t get any texts from them (although I did get hit up from 3 others beforehand). Finally on the Friday before Easter, I got the text I was dreaming of – a message from one of the twins saying he and his brother would be interested in visiting before going home for Easter. I think I almost passed out in excitement!

I told him that they could come separate or together – up to them – and he said they would come together, so I arranged two seats for them behind my curtain. They came after a game and didn’t have time to shower – I told them not to worry about it. Man scent is one of my biggest turn ons. So they sat down in just their skin tight boxers and I could instantly smell musky man. The room filled so fast with their musky man scents that I got hard and almost came right then. I’ve never smelled a man scent as strong smelling as them and when I actually smelled their crotch, I was in euphoria. I asked them if that’s how they always smell and they said yeah.

Once their underwear was off, I got to work. They both got hard super quick and…HOLY FUCK. These stunning twins were of course hung like fucking horses. I took out my measuring tape and they both measured exactly 9.5 inches long and 6.5 inches around – by far the biggest dicks I’ve ever had at my gloryhole, and probably ever seen.

I went back and forth on these hung alphas and they each would grab my head at times and shove it all the way down on their dicks – I can swallow a dick.

After about 20 minutes or so, they both announced they were getting close – of course at the same time – so they each took control and started to jerk the rest of the way. This was the best experience of my life – the smell of their sweet, musky, ripe man scents was making me weak and their dicks were stretching my throat to its limit.

The one who messaged me was ready to come first and said “I’m ready to destroy your face” and seconds later he BLASTED a powerful load in my face!!! Literally ropes and ropes of cum shooting directly in my face. It was so warm and delicious.

About a minute later, the other twin said “Get ready for more” and a few seconds later he too BLASTED a massive load in my face!! I never thought it was gonna end – he shot SO much cum – a little more than his brother – but the taste was the same.

I told them that they have been blessed with every quality a guy wishes they had, and to please come back whenever – got a text from them earlier – they’ll be back on Thursday!!!

Introduction:

A longer story about the introduction into man-love for Daniel Manlove (18). He is a good-looking student that learned his ways from his father. Wanting to impress on his first day at school, the college freshman joined a gym to bulk up. But the workout he got from an athletic ebony hunk was much hotter than your average training session. 

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Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

• If this offends you, please do not continue. 
• If you are under 18 years of age, please exit this story now. 

All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author’s imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.
Copyright:
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Full body workout.

Rodney Manlove – a beefy man of 36 with British ancestry – had always known that his son, Daniel – ‘Dan-the-Man’ – was gay too. Or at least he knew that the boy enjoyed the company of other boys and men. Not that making friends came easy to his kid. Even less so when it came to becoming friends with the girls in their neighborhood or at Dan’s schools. Dan’s father also knew his kid had a thing for muscular types. You know, the caring older brother type. But the boy grew up as an only child. Daniel firmly hid his true feelings from his father growing up. Even more so when they started to discuss relationships and sex. No, Daniel Manlove ensured his father understood he wasn’t gay. But by doing so, Daniel actually achieved the opposite. Not that Manlove minded that. Even before his divorce from ‘that bitch’ – as Rod called Daniel’s mom – Rod lived up to his last name. You see, Rodney Manlove had secretly been of the men-love himself. Well, when his ex discovered that secret, she dumped him and the kid in a heartbeat. This was years ago, but to this day, it still affects Dan and his dad.

Rodney made damned sure his teen son did not make his mistakes. But he was hesitant to tell all his dirty little secrets to him, either. This was a good thing. That way, Daniel grew up as a tolerant young man. Excepting everyone for what they are. But kids don’t stay young forever. Dan was going to college soon. He had survived the taunts and ridicule about his last name at high school. It taught him to fight and stand up for his rights. Knocking the assholes to the ground with a well-aimed blow. Teaching them to treat others with respect. 

Because of peer pressure from his schoolmates, Dan even had more than a few girlfriends in high school. And since his father encouraged him to experiment, the boy quickly learned his way around the female anatomy. Teaching the girls all about the pleasures of anal sex. Well, teaching is taking it a bit far. But the growing kid loved sticking his hot sausage between their warm buns. Not caring if they wanted it up the ass or not. Dan just loved that tight feeling around his dick. And Rodney knew it was only a matter of time before his boy discovered men-love as well.

Dan was ready to start work right out of high school, but his father insisted he take the college route first. Giving his son three college options they could afford. Sitting beside his old man, Dan flicked through the college brochures. Daniel took to the technical college route. This was to the delight of his father. Rodney – an electrical engineer – was happy his son wanted to work with his hands. Even though Dan was smart enough to work with his head just as efficiently. Rod sniggered oddly when Daniel had unknowingly picked Devol College of Engineering. The same college his father and grandfather had attended. 

Rodney clapped a hand on the inner thigh of his son and explained that he already owned an apartment in that city. And conversationally let slip that he knew a couple of very cool gay- and biker bars there. Daniel raised an eyebrow. He briefly looked at his old man, then leaned over to kiss him in thanks. The boy took Rodney’s hand and guided it into his partially excited crotch. The corner of Rod’s mouth twitched upward as the 36-year-old felt his son’s 9-inch manhood swell beneath his palm.

“Ummm… Dad?…” said Daniel shyly after a while.
“Yeah?… What’s up, son?…” asked his father.
“I… Dad… I know… Well, I know you are gay… You can bring home your friends if you want… I don’t mind that.” 

A deadly silence forced its way between the two best friends before Daniel continued, “… Mom… Well, she… She told me years ago… I think she was trying to make me hate you… I am sorry… I think I am too…” stammered Daniel, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Shhh… It’s okay, Dan-the-Man… I know she was trying to ensure you did not become one too… She hates gays… I am glad she did not succeed.“
“But I could never hate you for being gay, dad!…” blurted Daniel out in shock, “… I fucking love you!… And talking about sucking seed… What’s that like?…” the 18-year-old Daniel smirked naughtily at his father. 

Dan full-well knew what that was like. On the first day of training with the water polo team, the older guys taught the boy what proper team spirit was. But Dan-the-Man had never told his father about the locker room fun they had. Not even when he learned what other things you could do with man-size trouser snakes from overexcited friends in tiny Speedos.

“Ha…” bellowed Dan’s muscular father in surprise, “… It’s refreshing to hear you say those things, Dan-the-Man…“
The two men stared at each other for a while. Slowly an understanding grew between the two that had never been this obvious before.
“So…” said Rodney to his twink son, “… You think you’re gay too?…“
Daniel blushed the deepest red. Shyly saying, “Well, years ago, before I went to high school, I found your porn stash… And your… your…” But Dan could not bring himself to say what else he had seen hidden away in the garage behind his dad’s old motorcycles. Those bondage things had frightened and intrigued the impressionable teen in equal measures.

“Did you like what you found?… No, that’s the wrong question… Never mind that!… It’s okay, son… You are 18 now… Old enough to buy some sex toys of your own…” said Rodney stroking the inside of Dan’s thigh again. Deliberately – but inconspicuously – brushing the side of his hand against his son’s shaft hidden in the boy’s tracksuit.
“Ummm… Yeah… Sort of… I mean… I learned quite a few dirty things from those magazines and videotapes… And I started to fool around with the guys from the water polo team as well… Well, I actually did more than just fool around, dad… But… But… OH!… Dad… I got so much to learn!…“

“Enough!…” barked Rodney, removing his hand from Dan’s crotch, “… Kid, if I had known… I would have tied you to your bed and slicked up one of my dildos to make you feel what it… To teach you how to… Goddamn!… I wish you were not my son!…“
“I am sorry, dad…” stuttered Daniel softly, “… I know I should not have gone through your private stuff… But… But… But what’s with all the leather gear, the ropes, handcuffs, and chains?…“
Rodney grinned dirty at his son. “Oh!… That!… I like my men in leathers… And I like to dominate and tie my lovers down… smacking their asses… before I… Before I split them in two… I like it very rough…” Manlove lifted a corner of his mouth, smirking, “… Dude, you’re going to love your college years… Plenty of booty to be had at campus and beyond… But I think I better help ease you into it if you’re this nervous about it…” 

The tone Manlove had adopted wasn’t reassuring his twink son at all. Daniel gave his father a scared and apprehensive look. Not knowing where Rodney was going with this conversation.
“Don’t look at me like that, Dan-the-Man!… I am not going to rape your ass!… In fact… I will not come anywhere near it… You’re my son, for fuck sake!…” Rod squinted his eyes and leaned over to whisper in Dan’s ear, saying in an undertone, “… But I know a few well-hung guys who’d love to take your ass-virginity in a rather brutal way…“

“Dad?…” said the bewildered twink to his old man.
“What?…” asked Rod.
“Why do you wish I was not your son?… Don’t you like me?… Should I move out?… Find a place of my own?…“
It took Rodney Manlove no time to answer, “… Fuck no!… That was not what I meant… You’re my best mate, kid… And I am glad we can finally stop hiding from each other.“
But when Daniel looked at the man sitting next to him on the couch, he saw that Rodney had watery eyes.
Perplexed, the boy looked at his father, “… Why then?… Why do you wish I would not be your son?… I don’t get it!…” 

“Fucking hell, Dan… Use your brain!…” said Rodney Manlove rather more harshly than he had intended to do. It was Daniel’s turn now to turn on the waterworks.
Rod put a thick arm around his son. Pulling him in close. Dan laid his head on his fathers brought chest. He had always liked the muscular physique of his old man, especially in circumstances like these. Rodney truly knew how to comfort his boy. He had always been there when Daniel needed a little guidance or moral support.

But, compared to the 36-year-old bodybuilder Daniel Manlove was rather skinny. Not that Dan wasn’t a great looker. He only had forgotten to grow up. However, after two and a half years of brutal high school water polo, the kid was well-fit. Although you would not know it, judging by the boy’s baggy oversized skater clothes. Daniel had a modest tanned 6 pack. Well-defined pecs and reasonably muscular arms and legs. But his cute boyish face was almost completely hidden behind thick curtains of sleek brown hair. Covering most of his sweet, boyish face. He looked good if you thought of Dan as sort of a young Emo punk. But he certainly wasn’t that. Because of his hairstyle and introverted behavior, Dan came across as somewhat shy. His shapely 9-inch man-sized dick made up for that, though. Once you peeled off the clothes and looked past the outdated boyish hairstyle, Dan-the-Man was a proper hotty. Tanned, fit, and well-hung, who doesn’t want a piece of that? And his father knew that all too well.

“Listen, Kid…” gasped an emotional father to his boy, “… I would have fucked the crapola out of you if you were not my son… You’re cute… Although a bit young for my taste… But I would have done you anyway!…” Manlove stroked Daniel’s hair out of his son’s face. Continuing, “… Well, before you go to college, you may want to bulk up a bit… And you need to train that ass, of course… I am just saying… With some new clothes and perhaps a new hairstyle… Well, you will have a hard time beating the men away from that massive cock of yours… The best I can hope for is a hot threesome with you and some other guy… I’ll tie ’em up… You fuck ’em down!…” smirked his old man nastily.

“Ohwww… Fuck, dad!… Really?… Would you have considered me?… I didn’t look at it like that… I would have fucking loved it!… Getting some hardcore experience from a biker daddy like you…” simpered Daniel Manlove hotly to his butch father. Sneakily stroking the 8-inch rock-hard treetrunk hiding in his father’s worn-out jeans.
“But you’ll have to teach me a few more things before I can…” 

Dan-the-Man suddenly sat up and looked his father straight in the eyes, exclaiming, “… Fuck… This is so weird!… I am nothing like you, dad!… Although I do like it when you ride your bike in those kinky leathers of yours!… It makes you look a lot… Tougher… And bigger even… So… So stern… but sexy… I wonder what that feels like?…“
“Really?…” Rodney raised his eyebrows in surprise, “... I didn’t think you’d like the biker look… You’re not really the type… I always seen you more as a shy jock, Dan-the-Man… I guess I am wrong, aren’t I?… Okay!… Wait here, mate… I have an idea!…“
Manlove got up and half ran out of the living room, leaving Daniel behind in astonishment. Rodney took his sweet time returning downstairs, though.

The boy glanced back at the college brochure from Devol College of Engineering. If Dan-the-Man saw something he liked, he went for it all the way. He just wished he was as comfortable with finding a boyfriend. Daniel Manlove started immediately by filling out the application form. Dan had his heart set on the applied computer science and robotics course Devol offered. When Rodney returned, he wore the sexy outfit the boy had seen in the garage years ago. A vintage biker jacket over a butch leather harness. And over the jeans, tight leather chaps. Tough biker boots and police gloves completed the stern master look. The outline of his rigid member was clearly visible. Dan could see his father was obviously excited to show his son his master getup. 

The severely stern look made Daniel gasp. But not in shock or horror. No, Daniel thought the brutal leather-biker master-look somehow suited his dad. Although he had never seen his father dressed like this before. Dan had only seen his father in leather gear when he went for a bike ride. But those clothes were much more modern and colorful. This vintage black leather and chrome outfit was something else. The boy actually felt sexually attracted to his old man. Even though Daniel could not envision himself in an outfit like that. Let alone the types of sexual bondage acts he associated with muscular leather-wearing men. Bondage wasn’t for him. 

But the powerful size of Rodney filled out the buff black leather in all the right places. His old man looked stern enough. Ready to command any man into submissive obedience. Making them serve Manlove’s every sexual pleasure. No real man – gay, bi, or straight – could resist his father dressed like this. That thought made Daniel quiver in delight. Though he could not see himself going that route. 

However, Manlove held out a second older black leather jacket to his son. A little surprised, Dan got up and took the jacket from his father. Leather was not really his scene, either. And Daniel could see it had been around the block a few times. In fact, it was so vintage it was hip again. It was much more modern than his dad’s classic asymmetrical biker jacket. It had a stand-up collar, reinforced shoulder pieces, and subtle quilting stitching around the back and arms. 

“Put that on, mate!… It’s the jacket I wore at college… You can have it… It is too small for me, but it should fit you nicely… Go on!… Let’s see the effect!…” said Manlove commandingly to his son. He roughly forced Daniel to twirl around as he helped him into the butch jacket. Pulling his son’s gray sweatshirt hoodie out over the collar. The boy started to quiver as the sexual tension between the two began to rise.
“Well, what do you think?… It does suit you, Dan!… You fill it out nicely… Fuck, it even goes well with your tracksuit pants and hoodie… Ha, one snap of your fingers, and you can point those college bitches (M/F) right between your legs to service you…” Clearly, Rodney still did not fully believe his son was homosexual.

But Daniel grinned hotly at his father. “I do think it would have to be a man… I am done with girls…” smirked Dan-the-Man hornily to his old man.
Dan raised his right arm to his face and deeply inhaled the seductively intoxicating leather sent. Fuck, the boy even swiped his tongue over it. Rodney grinned hotly at this sight. He pushed his horny son rather harshly into the hallway. Parking himself behind his boy in front of a tall mirror. Breathing hotly, “… Does that work for you, son?…”
Pulling the waistband of his boy’s tracksuit pants forward, Rodney asked, “… Excited yet?…”
But then it happened. Manlove screamed, “… Fucking hell, kid!…“

The moment his father checked the downstairs activities, Daniel blasted off. Dan-the-Man – in his new leathers – was unable to hold it back. The scent of the two leather-wearing guys, the heat emanating from his father, and the sexual tension just became too much to bear. Thick wads of milky cream shot over Rod’s gloved hand, the mirror, the wall, and the carpet. All Dan-the-Man could do was arch his head back onto Rodney’s leather-clad shoulder and grunt loudly in his ear, “… FUCK… OH… Fuck!… Yeah!… I… Love… this… Man!…” Every word that Daniel Manlove screamed was punctuated by a thick blast of cum. “OH, damn!… I am so fucking horny all the time, dad… I love this jacket… I want a dick up my ass, NOW!…” gasped Daniel Manlove.
Rodney and Daniel looked at each other in the cum covered mirror and grinned wickedly. 

Rodney scooped a thick wad of cum from the mirror and offered it to Daniel to suck it right off the leather-gloved fingers to taste it. “You wanted to know what seed tastes like?… Well, here you go, kid… Swallow a load of this!… Shit, you came a lot… When was the last time you got laid?… Fuck, that was hot…” gasped Manlove, impressed.
Dan-the-Man eagerly licked his own jizz up. Savoring the warm, salty, and sticky juices as if it was his last meal. 

Daniel did not regret the brutally harsh erotic tone of his old man. And for once, he also wished Rodney was not his father. Fuck, he would have loved to fully submit to him right then and there, whatever the consequences for his untrained ass. But Daniel Manlove knew that would never be the case. Although he now had a sneaking suspicion that this was why he occasionally got spanked when he grew up. Dan smiled to himself, scooping some more sperm from the mirror to get another taste. Watched intently by his old man.

Rodney and Daniel Manlove spend the next couple of weeks eagerly anticipating the reply from the Devol technical college. Talking explicitly about gay sex, the types of guys Daniel liked, and his father’s hottest pickup lines. However, Dan kept his past initiatives with the water polo guys quiet. In turn, Manlove told his son how he discovered he was gay. He even explained his endeavors at the Devol College of Engineering dorms in increasingly gory detail. 

It turned on a spark that had been dormant for way too long. So Rodney took his son to the college town for a long weekend. They had booked a luxury hotel room with two double beds and a separate living room. The hotel room even had a sauna and hot tub. Rodney had invited a few of his old college friends. And his old man did not hold back. Watched by his boy, he made out with them as if nothing odd was happening. And Daniel loved every horny second of it. The long weekend went by in a flash of butch gay men. Sounds of dominating sex emanated from his father’s bed. While Dan got to watch hardcore porn with the other men waiting in line. The boy learned much about the rougher side of gay life, domination, and even some bondage play. Dan had never seen his father in his master role. But it suited him to a tee.

Together with his dad’s old friends, they scoped out the gay scene in town. The men doted on Dan as if the boy was their own son. Taking Daniel shopping for a new college look. Dan just let it all happen. He was just happy to see his old man in his element. Rod’s friends – one of whom was a hairdresser – even gave Daniel a new hairstyle. And truth be told, the new crop-top haircut with bleached spikey locks made him look a lot sexier and older than Daniel was used to. Dan-the-Man looked like the desirable adult he really was. 

The young man learned much – just by looking – about being gay from his father’s hunky friends. The boy could not stop grinning at all the nasty and dirty things Rodney Manlove and his old lovers got up to. They took Dan to nightclubs and gay bars. Showing the sights, teaching him about glory holes and bathhouses. But sexually, nothing happened, apart from watching some porn flicks together. Well, apart from the night that Manlove taught Daniel about safe sex, how to shave his ass and flush it clean. That was quite the hands-on experience. Daniel had indicated he needed a man inside him or would explode otherwise. Secretly hoping his old man would do the honors, but at the same time realizing this would not, could not, and should not happen.

So the last day of exploring the college town, Manlove took Dan-the-Man to a dingy-looking adult store to buy some training tools, as his father called them. Both were dressed in their leather jackets, looking tough and relaxed. Daniel was glad his father was there with him. 
Dan took to the new toys like a duck to water at home. Every night before bedtime that summer, the boy retreated to his room. He fucked himself silly with one of the dildos, the pulsating anal vibrator, or the buttplug set. Trying out the lubes, poppers, and silicone anal shower. But what Daniel liked the most was the Fleshlight masturbater and the Lovense remote-controlled prostate massager he had bought online.

As the sweltery summer dragged on, the acceptance letter from the technical college finally arrived. It was time for Dan to start packing and moving. Rodney had rented a U-haul, and all his boy’s possessions were stowed inside. It felt odd to see his old bedroom this empty. Dan-the-Man was feeling a bit apprehensive about the move. But his father wasn’t. Rodney was making all kinds of snide remarks. Acting as if this was the best thing that had happened to the two of them. When Daniel told Rodney that he knew no one in the new college town, his father assured him this would change quickly enough. Dan also noticed his father’s belongings remained in the old house. Manlove just grinned and said the new apartment was fully furnished. 

But when his old man only came out with his weekend bags, Daniel nevertheless sheepishly asked, “… Hey?… Dad?… Is that all you have packed?… Aren’t you going to come?… I thought you were moving with me…“
“Hahaha… Not scared now, are you Dan-the-Man?… I will help you move and stay the summer with you… After that, I have to get back to work… That college isn’t paying for itself… Now, is it?…“
“But I thought we both… Huh?… I don’t get it… I would have gone to a college here… So I could keep living with you…” replied Daniel worriedly.
“Fuck that!… You need to get a college degree and a man or two up your ass… or three… or four… I would only be in the way… Besides, you will like your new home and freedom…” said Manlove reassuringly as the two men drove across three states to their destination.

Taking turns driving, they arrived early the next day. The apartment building was within walking distance of the college complex. Although most of Dan’s study halls were on the other side of the extensive grounds. The old brick building had 27 apartments with a large water tower on the rooftop above the central stairwell. The flats appeared to be mostly rented out to Devol College of Engineering students. The ornate building was set back from the road. It had a paved courtyard in front, a basketball court in the center, and garages on either side. His father’s old college lovenest was on the very top of the 5-story building. Two bedrooms sat on either side of the central flat-topped spire, with the wooden water tower. Its protruding dormer windows in the standing-seam metal roof facing the courtyard gave the building an extra bit of grandeur, thought Daniel.

“Here we are!… So what’s your first impression?…” asked Manlove.
“Hmmm… Don’t know, dad… Look at those… Those thugs outside… The bricks could do with a powerwash… and the windows with a shitload of paint… But those guys…” stuttered Daniel, a little scared by the mixed group of men and women hanging around outside.
“Ha… well, I will have to get the super on that right away… Seeing as I own the building…” said Manlove casually.
“What?… Do you own the entire building?… Sorry, I did not mean to be rude… You did not say…” stammered Daniel with reddening ears of shame.

“Great-grandpa Manlove had it built in the fifties… It’s been in our family for decades… Many college brats have lost their virginity behind those grubby walls…” smirked Rodney hotly, “… And it makes me more money than my engineering jobs… But your right, Dan… It is in high need of a makeover… And as for those thugs… They’re alright… Act like a little bitch now, and they will treat you like one… Act like a Manlove Alpha, and they will serve your every need for years to cum… ummm… to come…” said Rodney Manlove to his incredulous son.

Enjoying the morning sun, shooting some hoops, and smoking on the stoop to the central hallway. A group of 8 or 9 brawny guys and girls – a few years older than Daniel – were hanging around the courtyard and garages. Dan could not wrap his head around all this. Those guys actually scared him a little. Well, intimidated was a better word. He needed to grow a bigger set of balls before walking past them with his head held high. 
Manlove beamed at his son, “… Come on… Let me introduce you… Just act confident… Even if you have to fake it… Confidence is key!… Just follow my lead, Dan…“

Manlove grabbed his vintage leather biker jacket and deftly flung it over his shoulders as he jumped from the cab. Daniel watched as his old man walked cooly past the guys. Manlove’s vast shadow preceded his robust rump as he stopped behind an older black man tinkering with his motorcycle outside one of the garages. His bald head and slightly graying, well-groomed beard were one thing. But his physique was quite something else. As Daniel watched, he felt his crotch tingle. Dan had always liked the look of strong black men. With the truck’s windows turned down, he could hear the black dude gruffly shout, “… Get the hell out of my sun… Asshole…” But his mouth fell open when the big black stud looked over his shoulder.

As the bald black hunk turned around, he saw who was blocking his sun. Manlove grunted, “… Now, is that any way to greet your master, Jones?… Bitch!… Assume the position!… Kiss my boots and treat me like you missed my dick…”
It was Dan’s mouth that fell open now. Was this hunky black guy his father’s butt-boy? He assumed so because the bitch actually did as his father demanded. The big black macho instantly dropped to the floor. Bending over to swipe his tongue over Manlove’s boots. Then raising himself up and pressing his lips against the crotch of his biker daddy. Whispering something Daniel could not make out. But it seemed to please his old man. Even the guys standing around outside were stunned into silence at this show of domination.

Daniel Manlove rolled up the U-haul cab windows and took a deep, steadying breath. Swallowing his nerves. Jumping as casually as he could out of the cab to join his father’s side. Draping his jacket nonchalantly over his left shoulder. All this was, of course, closely observed by the group of guys and girls standing outside. There was an odd tension emanating from that group. Daniel walked past them to join his old man, and he noticed that one of the guys followed a few steps behind. Bouncing a basketball menacingly. Daniel heard the guy catch the ball between two hands. Fearing the worst, the boy watched the shadow of the guy behind him. The short ebony college dude was about to bounce the ball on the back of Dan’s head, shouting, “… Who the hell are you?… Mother Fucker!…“

But Daniel was one step ahead of him. Dan bent over, and the basketball sailed over his head. Hitting the motorcycle of the older black guy a few yards away. The fury was palpable in the air.
“TYRELL!…” bellowed the macho black stud in anger.
“Is that guy bothering you, Uncle?… Ummm… Sorry, Master Booker?…” answered the short ebony fucker behind Daniel.
But it was Dan-the-Man who answered butchly before either his dad or the older black hunk could, “… Of course, Master Manlove is bothering his bitch… But if this black beefcake is Master Manlove’s slut… What does that make you?… Our houseboy or just a fucking sex toy?…“

After these butch words, the rest of the group of young men and women rolled on the floor laughing. They had clearly not expected this 18-year-old punk to put Tyrell down like that. Even the guy he called Booker and his old man found Dan’s words extremely funny. The young tattooed ebony gangbanger, Tyrell, was shocked into silence. The scolding Daniel had given him had hit a nerve. And Manlove looked in surprise as Tyrell’s gaze submissively hit the floor together with his mouth. 

Daniel picked up the basketball and walked the few steps back to Tyrell. Handing him the ball back. Dan extended his right arm. Saying, “… Hi, buddy… I see you’re going to Devol as well… Nice shirt… My name is Daniel Manlove… I am moving in upstairs…”
Daniel had spotted the Devol’s varsity logo basketball shirt the guy was wearing. It had a large red letter-‘D’ and a triangular logo of a devil’s head, with a pointy black beard and 2 horns.
A little bewildered, Tyrell took the basketball and shook Daniel’s hand shyly. “Oh… Ummm… I… I… I am…“
Dan grinned and said, “… I know… You’re Tyrell… And your last name is?…“

The older black stud clapped a sturdy hand on Daniel’s shoulder before Tyrell could answer. “Hi, kid… I am Booker Jones… The building superintendent… And that fucktoy is Tyrell Jones… My nephew and servant…“
It took Daniel a moment to take in the information Booker had provided. But he quickly understood there was more to the uncle-nephew relationship. Why else would Booker call Tyrell his servant or – for that matter – his fucktoy. Remembering his father’s words about acting confident, Daniel said, “… For future reference… Ummm… Sir, is it?… My name is Daniel… I am not your kid… So don’t treat me like one!… And if I had known, I would have worn my cowboy boots for you to lick clean… B-atch…” But that is where Daniel’s master act broke down. He felt utter shame in calling the buff black stud Booker Jones a bitch.

Booker saw that Daniel felt uncomfortable, and somehow that broke the ice. The man grabbed Dan-the-Man. Giving him a rib-cracking hug. Clamping one hand around the boys back and the other stroking Dan’s firm buttocks. And seeing that the boy did not mind this kind of attention, he muttered under his breath, “… You take after your old man, Sir… And you’ll make a fine master someday… Like father, like son.“

After both Jones’s introduced the other guys and girls, Booker invited Daniel and Rodney inside. Jones handed Daniel the keys to the loft. While the 3 of them walked up the 10 flights of stairs, the super showed him around. The number of flats on either side of the central stairwell increased the higher up the men climbed. The elevator had been condemned for decades. Booker Jones lived in the biggest apartment on the ground floor. It had its own entrance. He told Daniel that he had worked for Rodney’s father as the building’s superintendent for decades. Keeping an eye on the twinks from Devol College of Engineering. But a few other families also lived in the bigger apartments on the lower floors. 

Tyrell lived in one of the smallest flats on the 4th floor. So Daniel did not expect to find himself in a vast open-plan loft. Above the central stairwell, a double-height room had been created. It housed a full kitchen, dining room, living room, and a large bath. Under the sloping roof on either side, two huge bedrooms were situated on either side of the building. One painted in dark colors, dressed with his father’s old things. The other was a bright blank canvas. Ready for Dan to stamp his mark on.

Booker roped in Tyrell and his friends to help unload the U-haul. Daniel ran across the street to buy some groceries and drinks as well. He returned with snacks and 2 crates of beers and soda pops for the guys and girls that helped him move in. While they celebrated the new arrival, Tyrell and Daniel carried his mattress up the 10 stairs. After dumping the new mattress on the old bedstead, the two guys collapsed on the bed. Panting with the effort it had taken. When Daniel looked at Tyrell, he saw his cockhead dangling out from under his basketball shorts. When Tyrell saw Daniel’s gaze on his exposed crotch, he grinned and smirked, “… Like what you see, Danny boy?…”

Daniel let out a long whistling breath in shock. “Fuck, that thing is huge!…“
“It’s not that bad… It takes a bit more preparation and lube to make it fit…” Tyrell nastily grinned.
“I bet it does… But fuck… That’s got to hurt going in… Ain’t it?…” sighed Daniel, admiring the 2 plump veggies and fat salami sausage. Tyrell had hitched up his shorts, exposing its considerable tattooed length. Showing off the stiffening ebony rod lustfully. Making Daniel gasp, impressed.
“Sorry for asking, are you gay?…“
“Yup…” said Dan-the-Man confidently.
“Good… Maybe we can play hide the sausage sometimes… Most of the guys in the building only like pussy… But every now and then… Well, no… Fuck It… I am gay too, but don’t tell them!… Please… Don’t!…” pleaded Tyrell hotly.

Daniel grinned and pushed Tyrell’s hand away. Jerking the impressive 11-incher with firm strokes. He felt Tyrell’s ebony manhood stiffen even more. And when a thick drop of precum appeared, Daniel bent down. Swiping his tongue over the head, looking up at a slightly shocked Tyrell. Daniel took the black nuts in one hand. Firmly pulling on them. The dick perked up, and Dan closed his lips around the twitching head. Within a few seconds, bobbing his head up and down over the rod, the twitching became more pronounced. Tyrell’s breathing became more erratic. Dan felt the horse-hung stud dick disappear deeper into his mouth as Tyrell pushed a hand on the back of Dan’s head.

Daniel looked up at Tyrell. Muttering at him between mouthfuls, “… Go for it… Feed me, Ty… Give me that black milkshake…“
Well, this was precisely what Tyrell was hoping for. Half a minute later, Dan’s mouth was filled with the best, the hottest, and thickest load of cream he had ever tasted. Dan-the-Man crawled over Tyrell and grabbed his face in both hands. Lowering his lips to the dude, he shared half the load with him. Manlove had even heaved his own boy toy out of his torn jeans. Ready to take Tyrell’s black hole from heaven to hell and back. And Manlove wasn’t going to take no for an answer, either.

But Daniel suddenly stopped. He had felt Jones’s hand on his ass. Well, to be precise, on his wallet in his back pocket. So Daniel spat the last of the sperm in Jones’s face and bellowed, “… Get your hand off my wallet!… And you’re not going in my ass with that thing… It’s way too big!… Little sneak thief…“
The magic was gone. Dan got up and wiped his face clean on a towel. Throwing it to a shocked Tyrell. They briefly met in the living room to drink a beer with the rest. But Tyrell left before the rest of his possy. And even when Rodney asked his son what was wrong, the boy did not answer.

It wasn’t until Rodney helped his son make the bed that he discovered what happened between the two college guys. Manlove saw the cum stains on the plastic-covered mattress.
“Ah… A housewarming gift from Tyrell?…” asked Rod, grinningly.
“The asshole made a grab for my wallet when I was laying on top to kiss him in thanks…” blurted Daniel out in anger.
“Oh!… I see… You may have misunderstood his intentions, I think… He does seem the ass-grabby type, though…“
“Oh No, I Did Not Misunderstand!… He practically had the wallet in his hand…” said Daniel in horror.
“Hold on… I got something for that, slugger…” said Rodney.

He walked to his bedroom and came back with a leather wrist wallet and a wallet with a thick chain and belt loop. Saying fatherly, “… I know you don’t like too much leather… But use either of these when you go clubbing… That way, your lovers have free access to these tight grab handles…” Smacking Daniel on the buttock with a firm love tap. 

Dan knew his father meant well, but the situation with Tyrell left him uneasy. It happened all a bit too sudden, thought Daniel. At the same time, he wondered what it would feel like to get stuffed by something as big as Tyrell was sporting. He just wasn’t ready for that. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe Daniel had been looking for a way to get out of sex with Tyrell and, indeed, misunderstood Jones’s intentions on purpose.

During the next few days, Daniel avoided Tyrell. But he had talked to his uncle about him. Booker had smiled friendly and explained that Tyrell was harmless. Tyrell had already told his master about the incident. And that he would not have minded going all the way to 5th base in one inning with Daniel that day. Manlove had grinned at these remarks. If only his nerves had not prevented him. He would have loved a good assfucking that day. Hell, Dan would have let Tyrell take a few rounds on his ass as well. His tattooed cock wasn’t much bigger than the biggest dildo he rode nearly every night.

Rodney hooked up with a few more friends those first few days. And they invited Dan-the-Man to tour the town’s nightlife with them. Apart from getting drunk as a skunk for 4 out of 7 nights in a row, nothing happened to the boy. This changed when his father woke him at 7am one morning after they got home at 2.

“What the fuck, dad?…” said Daniel angrily when the curtains got ripped open, and the stained sheets got pulled from Dan’s naked body.
“Time to get your body in shape and your life in order…” barked Rodney to his son. “You got 6 more weeks to bulk up… I booked us a gym workout with a personal trainer… Fuck… Play your cards right, and you might get a full body workout today…” smirked Rodney Manlove, flicking a finger against the raging morning wood of his son.
“Ow… What did you do that for?…” said Daniel glaring angrily at his old man.
“It’s time we get you laid…” Was his simple reply.
“Yeah… Enjoy yourself… I am going back to bed, dad!… I just went to sleep 3 hours ago…” growled Daniel harshly.
“You should give those toys a rest instead… Get up!… Breakfast is ready… Your workout starts at 9:30… You can sleep when you’re dead…“

An hour later, the boy exited the car yawning. He found himself in a parking lot in front of Hawks Gym. Apparently, a little-known secret of the town. Only a few people seemed to know about it. It was situated in a slightly rundown area on the outskirts of the college town. But even at this early hour, the parking lot was half-full of upmarket cars and motorcycles. Rodney’s old 1970 Dodge Charger looked somewhat rundown compared to these cars.

Manlove held Daniel back for a moment. He told him, “… Listen, whenever I am in town, I hang out here… But not many people in there know I have a son… And even though the folk in here may look rowdy, they are on our team, so to say… Just act confident, but don’t lie… And if they ask, say we live in the same building… You may want to call me Sir at all times, though…“
“Okay?…” said Daniel skeptically.
“That would be… Okay, Sir…” smirked Rodney to his son.
“Whoops… Sir, Yes… Sir… Okay, Sir…” laughed Daniel, “… Should I also salute you?… Ummm… Sir?…“
“You little brat!…” laughed Manlove, “… No, that would be overdoing it… But then again, they know me as a stern master in there… You just do your thing, Dan-the-Man… Act confident… And report to the front desk and sign in… I’ll see you around noon, showered and ready to leave.“

“Sir… Yes, Sir…” Grinned Dan dirty with a two-finger salute.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Daniel… I’ll look out for you… Oh… And one more thing… Absolutely no sex in the main gym area… Not all men in there are gay…” said Rodney seriously. “... The showers and locker rooms are on the left… The swimming pool and saunas are at the back… Have fun… But be safe… You’re here to bulk up and work on cardio first… Fun and games come second… Catch what I am saying, son?…” asked Manlove gruffly.
“Roger… Muscles first… Sex later… Sir, yes, Sir… Anyway, what’s the likelihood of that at this time of day?…” Asked Dan with butterflies in his stomach. Hoping against hope he would meet a buff bro to work out within this gym.
“Moderate to high…” said Manlove softly as they entered Hawks Gym.

This gym was different from the gyms Dan was used to back home. Daniel spent little time in the gyms. He mostly trained at school or at home. The closest the boy came to regular workouts was an hour in the communal pool, running on the treadmill, or doing some weightlifting with his father’s dumbbells. No, this gym had more of a café vibe. Very relaxed, with nice music and a mostly friendly crowd.

As soon as Rodney Manlove entered, he got greeted by the staff and some of the customers. Apparently, he was a very renowned customer at this gym. Rod punched Dan on the shoulder and said, “… See you at 12… Don’t be late, or you’ll be walking home!…” But he was whisked away by a small group of guys sitting in the lounge area. And Daniel was suddenly left standing there on his own, looking skittishly around at everything this gym had to offer, including the buff hunks working their asses off.

A female bodybuilder in her mid-thirties walked over to Dan and softly asked, “… Hi, I am Carla, looking for someone, son?… or perhaps something?…“
Her skimpy neon green outfit, tattoos, piercings, and violently pink hair were something else. And that was apart from the exceptionally curvacious bulging muscles. Dan was startled, speechless for a bit. Taking a step back to take her in. This tattooed beauty was best seen from a little distance, thought Manlove.
Daniel remembered what his father had said. “… Just act confident…” So he said, “… Oh, Hey there… I am Daniel… Manlove made an appointment for me at 9:30 with a personal trainer… Where do I sign in, please?…“
The woman beamed at him and guided him to her desk.

The receptionist called one of the older trainers over. The 50-year-old bodybuilder daddy showed Daniel around the facilities. Asking the boy about his former training schedule and what Daniel liked to accomplish. Daniel looked more at the men and women training than paying attention to what the trainer said. 
The last stop on the tour of the facilities was the locker room and shower area.
“You can change here… You did remember to bring your gym clothes and a towel, did you not?…” snarled the annoyed-sounding personal trainer.
“Yes, Sir… I did, Sir…” replied Daniel confidently. But he had already developed a disliking for this man.
“Good, get changed, and I’ll see you at the core trainer in 5…” said the already bored staff member.

Next to the locker room entrance worked a beautiful proportioned ebony man on a bicep and tricep machine. When the boy had stepped into the gym, the ebony mid-20-year-something already had caught Dan’s eye. He was really putting in a lot of effort in his workout. But Daniel had already noticed this man’s eyes undressing the boy. Not that Daniel minded that. Not at all. This hunk was precisely what the doctor had ordered. Slightly older, very athletic, and a real macho stallion.

When the trainer walked away, their eyes briefly met.
“Hi…” said Daniel confidently. With a sly smile around his lips, Manlove added, “… Looking good, man…“
“Hey… There…” puffed the hunk between bicep curls, “… You better hurry up… Hank isn’t all that patient with noobs…“
“Ah… thanks… Hank, is he now?… He did not even introduce himself… Oh well… See you later, stud…” said Daniel softly. He swore the stranger winked at him. This hunk even adjusted his bulging package a little too obviously for the boy before continuing his double-time workout. Dan watched him a little longer, grinned toothily, and walked into the locker room to change.

Dan arrived back at the machine the trainer had pointed to within 3 minutes. But Hank was nowhere to be seen.
So he stepped on one of the rowing machines next to the core training apparatus instead. To warm up. Dan knew how to use these machines from his high school days. But when the trainer finally turned up again, he quickly got up and took the trainer’s instructions. As soon as Dan started his core workout, the trainer left again. Not to be seen.
The sexy guy Dan spoke to before had walked over to him. And gave the boy some pointers on using the machine and his posture. This made the workout much more enjoyable. Or was that the presents of the muscular bro? Dan did not know, but he was sweating like an otter in no time.

After 10 minutes, the guy told Dan to stop and asked if he wanted to hit the treadmill with him. Daniel agreed, and this allowed him to introduce himself. It turned out the guy was named Alex Dunmill. He was 26 and started a new job in 6 weeks. The ebony hunk looked a bit rough around the edges but not as nasty as the heavily tattooed Tyrell Jones. Dunmill seemed much more sophisticated. But he appeared to have forgotten to shave or to comb the half-long scruffy afro curls for the last few days. He smelled nice, though, and that realization made Daniel quiver. Dan-the-Man was actually surprised that the stallion was willing to hang out with him. Was Alex as infatuated with him as Manlove was with Dunmill? Daniel indeed hoped he was, so he kept checking him out. Hoping for a sign or a nice word.

Manlove kept looking at the hot guy next to him. Well, more at his ass and crotch than anywhere else. Even wondering if this hunk was as well hung as Tyrell. This did not go unnoticed, of course. Alex kept beaming at Daniel whenever their eyes met. 
“Hey, Alex?…” asked Daniel after a while.
“Hmmm?…” puffed Alex, who seemed to be running an uphill marathon to impress the 18-year-old beside him.
“How many hours do you spend in the gym?… Those arms are massive!… I bet your girlfriend loves to be held by those ships cables…“
“Ha… Well, I just broke up with my boyfriend to come work here… And yes, these don’t grow themselves… But I can show you a few dumbbell and barbell exercises if you want…” said Alex openly.

“Oh… well,… Ha… I guess I stand a chance then…” thought Daniel half out loud.
“Sorry?… I did not catch that…” replied Alex with a knowing grin.
“I said I would love that, Sir…” gasped Daniel.
“No need to stand on ceremony, Dude… I must be mistaken if we are not all friends here… I want to lift some weights later… You can spot me… These guns are nice… But they do take a lot of work… Then again, I have to be strong… I work with industrial robots… Teaching applied robotics at Devol… Do you know about that college?…” sighed Alex. He momentarily slowed his running to a nonchalant walk and twisted his beautifully sweaty body to the boy. Seductively flexing an arm to show his training regime’s full and powerful effect.

Alex grinned as he noticed Dan’s impressed eyes wander to his crotch again. The boy was mesmerized by the free-swinging rod. Bouncing from side to side in loose-fitting, relatively short gray Adidas shorts. Dunmill let the boy look. But as soon as Alex casually scratched his nuts, Dan-the-Man looked away. Feeling caught and utterly embarrassed. 

Beyond Alex, on the other side of the gym, he spotted Rodney. His father chatted animatedly with a clearly outraged Hank. The trainer had his back turned to the twinks on the treadmills. When Dan caught his father’s eye, he grinned and nodded to the sexy stallion beside him. Rodney gave his son the thumbs up. Fullwell knowing that his boy was on the pull already. When the trainer noticed Manlove’s attention had moved away, he looked over his shoulder. 

Hank walked over and started to bark at Daniel. But Alex stepped between the two. He put a flat hand on one of Hank’s absurdly large pecs to stop him. Saying calmly but sternly, “… Let me handle this client… Sir… I think I am much more his speed…“
“Are you now?… Homo!…” said Hank in anger. Daniel got angry at these words.
“Yes, he actually is… Sir…” said Daniel harshly, “… If I need more instructions on some of the machines, I will come and fetch you…” Adding a short “… Sir…” as an afterthought.
Rodney had rushed over as well. He grabbed the old trainer above the elbow and marched him away. Whispering something into his ear. A dawn of comprehension came over Hank. And he started to profusely apologize to Rodney Manlove.

A little shaken, Daniel rolled backward off the treadmill. Alex caught him and asked in a soft and deep voice, “… You okay, Dan?… Don’t mind Hank… He’s a closet case… And yes… I am gay… So he did not shock me… Nor should guys like that intimidate you… I like your white bubble butt…“
Alex put his massive arm around Daniel. Guiding him away to the weight benches.
Daniel looked to the side and got a shock. Seeing Alex up close for the first time, he noticed the stunningly white smile and the muddy green eyes. This first close-up look made it impossible for the boy’s brain to process what Dunmill had been whispering moments before. But all the other senses were heightened. Dan could even feel a few drops of sweat trickling from the hunk’s armpit onto his shoulder.

But when he came to his senses, it was with a shock. Dunmill had sneakily moved his arm off Dan’s shoulder. A hand was traveling slowly down. Over his shoulderblade. Down along Manlove’s spine. Ending up onto a buttock. Alex squeezed it briefly and moaned quietly, “… I do like a nice white bubble butt… It’s been so long since…” But when he saw the shock on Dan’s face, he removed the hand quickly and tried to look casual again. He grabbed a few lightweight dumbbells off a nearby rack. Proceeding to show Daniel a few simple exercises in quick succession. 

Still feeling awkward, Daniel put a knee on a bench and started doing a few one-armed rows. Dunmill watched him for a moment. Under the pretense of correcting the position, he bent over Daniel. The boy felt the heat from Alex’s crotch pressing to his buttock. With his soft and deep voice, he uttered embarrassedly, “… Sorry, Daniel… I did not mean to… But fuck, dude… Your smooth white body drives me mad… And you gave off all the wrong signals if you are not gay… Or even a little bi-curious… Just tell me to stop trying to get into your pants if you’re not…“

Dan dropped the dumbbell to the ground and looked to his side. His nose was less than an inch from Alex’s. Pouting his lips, he moved in for the kill. Their lips touched, and Daniel breathed out. Opening his mouth, he grasped onto Dunmill’s lower lip. Alex raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. And opened his mouth a little wider as well. Their tongues met. Even though it was very brief, both twinks realized where this was heading. Dan asked, rather more loudly than was necessary, “… Am I doing it right?…“
“You are!…” grinned Alex, “… Oh, you meant the one-armed row?… Ha… Yep… That too!…” whispered Alex very seductively.

“You are right, stud… I am gay too…” said Daniel. The ease with which he said it surprised himself. What did he know about Alex anyway? And when Dan-the-Man spotted his old man watching the two in the mirror, he even more softly added to Dunmill, “… See that muscle hunk in the mirror?… That’s my dad… He brought me here to get… To have… To get a full-body-workout…” ended Daniel lamely. “But I got a lot to learn… Inside and outside of the gym…“
“Not to worry… I can help you out there… That’s why I became a teacher… I like my training partners young, white, and sexy…” smirked Alex hotly. 

Daniel did not let it on. But he understood that becoming a teacher meant something other than a gym trainer. For one thing, Dunmill was not wearing a staff shirt. But the boy kept his calm and ignored the hint. Inwardly he laughed his ass off, though. What if this guy was his teacher at Devol? Dan-the-Man was sure a student-professor relationship was not allowed.

The two twinks took turns working on the dumbbell bench for a good 20 minutes. But the tension that had built up did not want to dissipate. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched. But neither of them knew how to proceed, so they kept training their overexcited bodies. Alex kept looking at the barbell bench next to them. So Daniel asked, “… Can you show me how to spot for you?… I’ve never done that…“

After some instructions from Alex, the two twinks loaded the barbell with 20 pounds on either side. Dunmill admired how Manlove lifted the weight from his knees and told the dude to position himself behind the bench. Helping to guide the weight as Alex did his benchpress exercise.
“Don’t be shy, Daniel… Step forward a little to keep your back straight… You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen, smelled, or tasted before…“
Daniel smirked and took a step forward. His legs nearly touched Alex’s rough curly afro.
“Okay… guide the bar into the holder… You’re up next… I want to see what you can do, bro…” said Alex confidently.

Dumbbell exercises were one thing, but Daniel had never done benchpresses before. However, that was what he had come here for. To learn. Daniel positioned himself on the bench and grabbed hold of the bar. Alex repositioned Dan’s arms a little and told him to lift. Helping the boy by taking half the weight. However, Dunmill was pleasantly surprised at Dan’s strength. Slowly letting Manlove take all the weight. But Daniel got distracted. Dunmill had moved a few inches forward. And when the boy looked up, he saw it. And it was huge! As long as his first black cock. But nearly twice as wide. Well, at least the bit that was visibly dangling lustfully out one of the pant legs.

When Daniel licked his lips in a reflex, Alex bent his knees slightly, making the cockhead rub Manlove’s nose. Daniel arched his head back for a better view. Even lifting his face to it. He stuck out his tongue and stroked it over the cut manhood. Instantly Alex let out a barely audible grown. Even Dan’s caught 9-inch tool wanted in on the action. It strained against the captivating jock in the tight lycra gym shorts. Alex put a hand around Daniel’s neck to lift him up. The stallion was about to bend down slightly more when the twinks heard Hank bellowing.

“What the fuck are you two doing?… You’re here to work out!… Do you even remember who is supposed to work on your sorry ass, Manlove?…” asked Hank, outraged by Alex’s behavior.
“Yes…” snarled Daniel back. Angered that the trainer used his last name.
“That is yes, SIR!…” bellowed Hank so loud that everyone in the gym heard him.
“There is no need to call me Sir…” said Dan-the-Man confidently.

Hank had nearly exploded at those rude words. He wasn’t used to clients talking back to him. And certainly not an 18-year-old college punk like Daniel Manlove. But Alex nearly pissed himself laughing.
Rodney Manlove, Hawkeye, the gym’s owner, and his lesbian staff member, Carla, rushed over. Preventing Hank from beating the boy to a pulp. Hawkeye and his father frog-marched the outraged homophobic fool away. Where the two burly men took Hank, Daniel did not know. And he could care less. He much preferred Alex training his ass anyway. 

“Are you okay, Daniel?…” asked Carla.
“Ummm… Yeah… Thanks for asking… I was about to admire Alex’s… Ummm… Well, let’s say his technique… when that asshole interrupted us… Seems he has a knack for showing up at the wrong time…” replied Daniel confidently.
Carla switched her attention to Alex and muttered, “… Why don’t the two of you continue your exercises in one of the side rooms?…” She winked at Alex and added, “… Have fun… But beware… His father is hanging around… And clean up after yourselves…” 
When she turned back to Dan, she whispered in his ear, “… Are you sure you’re ready for him?… He seems rather big…“
“Hell yeah… I am ready for anything…” sighed Daniel calmly. Giving the pink-haired fairy godmother a firm smooch on the cheek.

Alex had moved up behind Dan. One of his hands had disappeared down the slide. And one of Dunmill’s fingers softly pressed forward as the two beside it opened the backdoor. Daniel arched his back a little, spreading his legs to grant the forward guard the time to probe the depths.
Carla saw Daniel flinch. She muttered to Alex, “… Careful now… Don’t damage the goods… Or his old man will rip your black nuts off… Room 3 is free… have fun, Dan…“
“Oh… I will… Don’t worry… This isn’t my first rodeo…” said Dan, grinningly.

The two men walked to the other side of the gym. On the right, a door let off the main gym area into a long hallway. The wide hallway was decorated with pictures of naked bodybuilders as well as a few seats. Dan stopped at a condom vending machine. He twisted the nob and out popped a rubber and a lube packet. Dunmill’s eyes widened. Manlove looked at Alex’s colossal bulge and grinned. Turning the machine’s nob 3 more times. Saying, “… Let’s do this… I am so fucking ready… But go easy on me… You’re definitely not my first… But you ARE the biggest I have had so far…” But that’s when his confidence failed him. 

Daniel realized that he did not even know what Alex had in mind for him. Or if he even was going to get laid by this athletic hunk. Maybe Dunmill just wanted a quick blowjob. Then continue the full-body workout in private. Whatever that would mean. Alex smiled at Dan’s indecision and roughly pushed the boy to room 3. He flicked the sign next to the door from ‘public’ to ‘private’ and the one above it from the green ‘free’ to the red ‘occupied’. Saying to Daniel, “… Let’s go in here… It has everything we need… And we won’t be disturbed… I want in that white ass of yours…“

Dan’s knees started to buckle at these words. He was going to get laid. He knew it. But at the same time, there was a slight twinge of annoyance servicing as well. What was the need to add white this, white that, and the other in every 2nd sentence? Dan wasn’t using the n-word on the ebony hunk, even though he had already needed to bite his tongue a few times.

But his worries did go unnoticed. As soon as the two stepped into the private room, Alex turned back to the door to lock it from the inside. A light above the door turned from green, past orange, to red. He even closed the blind on the door’s window. After setting his small gym bag on a nearby table, he returned to Manlove. Dan had been taking in the room. As if he was bidden to remember it for future reference.

It was a gym in miniature. It had the usual workout equipment. A weightlifting bench and a mirrored wall with a rack of dumbbells. It even had a thick rubber floor in the center. A big leather couch and footstool. On the wall hung some more male erotic pictures. But to Dan’s surprise, it also housed a leather sling and a fuck bench with leather belts hanging off it. Dan had never seen this before. Well, not in the flesh. The seat had two levels. One for his knees and a padded, inclined upper level for his body to lie on. It even had a handlebar with cuffs hanging from it. Dan had seen something like it once before. Guys used it in one of his father’s old domination and bondage movies. And the younger teen had not liked what he had seen. The sex slave was tied and beaten until his ass resembled a raw pound of bloody minced beef.

With his worried eyes fixed on the apparatus, Daniel had not noticed the undressed ebony stud moving up from behind. But Dunmill had anticipated this. He grabbed Dan from behind. Pushing his athletic body and aroused dick firmly to Manlove’s backside. With one hand, he pulled the boy’s shirt over his head. Alex’s hand latched onto Dan’s chin after the sweat-drenched shirt hit the couch. He twisted the boy’s head around. Kissing Manlove harshly on the lips. Muttering hotly, “… Shit, boy… Nice six-pack…“

Dan had put a hand behind his back. Feeling up and down the hot rod grinding up and down his lycra shorts. The boy gasped in horror, “WOW… Fuck, man… That’s so big!… I am not sure it will fit…“
“Don’t worry about that… I will make it fit…” grunted Alex forcefully.

But that was the wrong thing to say to a nervous twink that mostly topped other guys. The biggest thing he had up there was nothing compared to these 10 inches. And the length of Alex’s manhood wasn’t even the worst of Dan’s worries. No, its girth got Dan-the-Man’s nickers in a twist. Manlove turned around to face Dunmill. Looking down in horror as he did so. He let the colossal cock rest on his lower arm. Letting his hand cup the plumb black nuts. Dan’s eyes widened. The scary cock was wider than his wrist. He was convinced that his ass hole would not accommodate this baseball bat. Sure, it looked nice. It wasn’t too veiny. But the width? “… Fucking hell, NO!…” thought Daniel Manlove at this scary sight.

“I am going to teach you, boy… Don’t worry… I will make it fit and stretch you open wide…” grunted Alex nastily. “… It may hurt a bit at first… But I will stuff all of that inside you, snowflake…“
“I don’t think so… That’s too big for my tight ass… There is not enough lube in the world…” gasped Daniel in shock and horror. “Besides, I do need to be able to walk afterward… And… And… WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME?… Professor?“
Daniel freed his hand from Alex’s grasp and let go of the oversized load resting on his wrist.

“Huh?… I thought we were going to have… I thought you wanted to get… And what did you call me?…” asked Alex stunned.
“Never mind that!… Yeah… I wanted to… And we still can… But you’re not going to force me… You’re not hurting me… And you better stop with the race play… I did not use the n-word on you, so I don’t see why you must keep pointing out that I am white… I am not that white, anyway… Blackie…“

Utterly stunned, Alex turned away from Daniel, thinking hard. After a moment, he walked to the couch and sat down. “Okay… Fair enough… Sit your ass down here, Daniel… I guess we need to talk first…” said Dunmill, smiling friendly up at Dan-the-Man.
Daniel walked over to the man and sat on the spot Alex was tapping. Right next to him. “I am sorry…” muttered Dan anxiously. Feeling as if he had fucked up badly.
“It’s okay… But you do have a very… Fuck, I do like the way you… And well, you are whi… But you’re right… It’s not your color that has me attracted to you… You are my type…” whimpered Alex. Letting his eye wander over Dan’s body. Resting his hand behind the boy’s back on the couch.

“Good…” Daniel muttered confidently, “… At least we had that much in common then… You’re my type as well!… A few years older… Very athletic… And well hung… But that also got me worried… If we are going to do this… You’ll have to promise to open me slowly…“
Dan pushed the towel that covered Alex’s modesty away. And took the limp dick in his hand again. He smiled up to Dunmill, then he bent over him. Taking the soft tool a couple of inches into his mouth. Softly swirling his tongue from the piss-slit to the ridge under the cockhead. All the while keeping eye contact with his lover.

Alex slid forward on the couch a little. Softly putting a hand on the back of Dan’s head. “Fuck that feels nice… I can see you have done that before… Any boyfriends in your life?…” he asked.
“I had some fun sessions with the high school water polo lads… But I never let them do my ass…“
“Ah!… Water Polo… That’s a brutal sport… I was wondering where you got that sexy swimmer’s body from… Water polo will do that…” Alex moaned and grunted as Dan-the-Man took him deeper. Sucking the fat rod hard. Stroking its exposed shaft with one hand and rolling the hairless sweaty nuts in the other.

Daniel had pulled out a prophylactic. He knew Alex wouldn’t make a move, so Dan took the initiative. The boy came up from deepthroating the hunk. Ripping the condom packet butchly open with his teeth. He blew the tip out and deftly stretched it over Alex’s massive manhood. 
Asking the 26-year-old, “Want to try my ass?…”
“Hell yeah?… Are you sure?…” grinned Alex Dunmill
“Lube me up good… But for fuck sake… Take it easy!…“
“Oh… hmmm… Yeah… I guess we can try the tip…” replied Dunmill anxiously.
“Ha… Well, I was hoping for a little more than that… But we will have to see if even the tip will fit… Just go slowly!… Please…“
“Okay… Sit on your hands and knees on the couch…” suggested Alex hotly. Brushing a hand through Dan’s spiky hair. It sent shivers down his spine.

Daniel Manlove considered this a moment. All of his father’s old porn tapes flashed through his mind. He was used to taking his friends from behind in the high school locker room. But Dan wanted his first time with someone as well-hung as Alex to be more relaxed. And a heck of a lot more controlled. So Manlove shook his head and looked over to the corner with the sex sling.
“Oh… Are you sure?…” asked Alex excitedly.
“I’ve always wanted to give a sling a try… And that way, I can keep an eye on you… Really!… Take it easy on me… I am a little scared…“

Daniel took both Alex’s hands in his. Pulling him off the couch. They walked over to the sling. Alex twirled the boy around and kissed him. Their hard cock’s got crushed between their bodies as Alex clamped a hand on either buttock. Dan had a hand in Dunmill’s hair and the other pressed firmly to his lover’s back. How long they stood kissing like that, the twinks did not know. And Daniel knew his first workout in the gym was already a resounding success. Alex moved Dan’s hand from his back onto his neck, moaning, “… Hold on to me, baby… we are going for a ride…“

Daniel took a deep breath and hooked both hands around Alex’s muscular neck. Alex lifted the boy up. A little higher than was necessary. But Dan quickly learned why. The rock-hard rod arched up as the boy was lowered down onto it. With the rubbered tip pressing hard against the rosebutt. Daniel gasped. But by doing so, his body relaxed enough for the cockhead to find its way into the dark passage on its own. No lube, no prep, no nothing. It just plopped its mushroom head inside.

“Shhh… Don’t move… Just let it sit there for a moment…” whispered Alex at the surprise penetration. He had not meant for this to happen. But he was glad the boy took it well.
“Fuck… That’s so big…” grunted Daniel in pain.
“Shhh… You’re okay… You’ll need to learn to take it… I’ll teach you…” said Dunmill reassuringly. Taking a few steps toward the sex sling and hanging Dan’s ass into it. His dick plopped out the boy’s hole while he pushed Manlove’s legs back. Hooking his feet into the stirrups hanging on either side of the sling.

Daniel had expected Alex to penetrate his exposed hole again. But the man bent over him. His rubbered dick slid seductively between the buttocks as he licked Dan’s belly button. Moving up, he circled his tongue over Dan’s pecs. Sucking a while on either nipple for a long time. Ending up aggressively French-kissing the man for even longer. All Dan-the-Man could do was hang on for dear life.

When Alex Dunmill looked Daniel Manlove in the eye, he asked firmly, “… Ready for your next lesson?… I am going to fuck you if you say yes!… So make sure you really want this thing in there…” He slammed his still rubbered dick harshly onto Dan. Hitting the head hard against the underside of his balls.
“Yes, professor… Teach me… But for fuck sake, bro…” grunted Daniel hotly and slightly in pain.
“Yes,… Yes… I know… We’ll take it nice and slow…” said Alex before Dan had finished his sentence.

Dan tried to relax his body as best he knew how. Even though that was a tricky thing to do, as nervous as he felt. But he need not have worried. Alex stepped away from the boy. Walking over to the table where his small gym bag stood. Alex came back with a tiny 1 oz. squirt bottle of lube with an extended nozzle. Dan could make out the brand name. It read, “… Spit… hybrid numbing lube…” But instead of using the bottle, Alex squatted down. Sucking Daniel off hard and fast. Spitting in his hand and working the wet fingers into the boy’s back door. 

Watching the boy’s reactions and listening to Manlove moan in pleasure. Deeper and deeper, the two fingers went. Only retracting them when Daniel – finally – started to wince a little. This whole ordeal was repeated a few more times. Alex saw that Daniel was able to enjoy this. So he pulled Dan’s ass toward him a bit more. This spread his cheeks. But what the hunk did next was new to Daniel. Alex buried his face in the crack. Swiping his agile tongue up and down the boy’s buttcrack. It came to rest on his starfish. Alex gave Dan-the-Man a rimming he had never experienced before. Frequently spitting against the back door. Working his wet tongue deeper and deeper inside the outer folds. Telling Daniel to relax and push his gut out a little. Praising his grunts and moans when the boy could take the tongue as if it was fucking him.

Finally, Manlove heard the lube bottle being popped open. A thick squirt got shot over the 10-inch shaft. It was as if Alex was squirting mayo over his hotdog, thought Daniel grinning to himself. A swift movement of his hand slicked up the entire rubbered salami. The fingers swiped the boy’s back passage before the lube bottle disappeared inside. With a swift squeeze, a thick wad of lube disappeared deep inside Dan’s butthole. And Alex kept squeezing as he pulled the nozzle out. Lubing the entire entry passage with cold numbing cream.

Alex looked intently at his captivated lover. “… Ready to get fucked, Honkie… If it hurts, then you got my permission to call me nigga… Fuck, I want in that white ass… Badly…“
Daniel sighed, “Okay, Professor… Just make sure it DOES NOT HURT!… Or I will do much worse than call you names…“
“OH!… What could you do?… These walls are soundproof, and your legs are locked in the stirrups…” said Alex rather defiantly. But he smiled as he said it.

“BLOODY HELL… That’s so big… Fuck… Go easy!… Easy… Slow down, man!…” Screamed Daniel as he felt Dunmill penetrate the second time.
Alex did as instructed. He stopped moving but kept the pressure up. Inch by inch, the ebony baseball bat disappeared inside Manlove’s love canal. Daniel realized that his ass was allowing the disappearing act. Alex stood perfectly still between the boy’s legs. A soothing hand on Dan’s chest. Eyes as wide as saucers, the boy sighed and felt half of the 10 inches had already inserted themselves inside.

“See… That’s not so bad now, is it?…” moaned Alex in pleasure. Daniel agreed with him. But he had never felt this stuffed before. Slowly Alex’s hips ground into action. Pulling back an inch or two before sliding effortlessly back inside. Slow and steady movements followed.
“Oh… Fuck… So big… Go on… Fuck me… Alex… Give that ass a workout…” moaned Daniel in delight.
“Kid… I can’t… It’s all or nothing… I need in there!… Open that hole for me…“
“Enough with the name-calling, bro… Just fuck me already… I’ll tell you if it hurts…“

Well, the next few minutes were hell on earth. Alex pushed all 10 inches inside in anger. Passed the painful spot. He started to pump like a madman. Not stopping until his balls slammed against the white cheeks of the boy. Dunmill even upped the tempo for a few moments. Leaving Manlove to think that he was getting raped. But as soon as the boy thought this, it was over. Dunmill grind to a halt and bent over the boy. They looked each other in the eye. And Alex smiled apologetically. “Fast learner… You take it well, D… Most guys would have screamed bloody murder by now…“
“So I passed my first exam then, professor…” He asked.
“With flying colors and a kiss from the teacher…” said Alex Dunmill. Forcing his tongue in Dan’s mouth while his cock continued the workout.

It was not until after the third time that Alex Dunmill had stopped all motions that Dan-the-Man felt his ass get wetter and wetter. He liked the feeling, but he did not fully understand it either. Not that he minded it much, either. The sloppy sounds Dunmill’s ramrod made turned the boy on. And Alex was wearing a condom. However, the lube Daniel used at home started to dry out rather quickly when he toyed his own ass.

The mystery was cleared when Alex finally pulled out, panting and groaning. Looking down, Dan saw the remainder of the torn condom around the base of Dunmill’s slimy cock. Thick wads of jizz and ass juices trailed from Dan’s ass to Alex’s still fully-hard rod.
“FUCK!… Did you breed me?… Man… What the Hell?… That wasn’t the deal!…” screamed Daniel, outraged.
“Shit, that thing broke before I laid you in the sling…” grinned Alex. “… And yes, I did breed that white bubble butt 3 times already… And we are not done!…“

Disregarding Dan’s protest, the boy got scooped up from the sex sling and deposited on the fuck bench. The velcro straps got tied over the boy’s back. Pinning him down. Even his legs got fastened to the apparatus. And Alex inserted his cock in a brutal way. Nothing was left of the soft teaching mannerisms of Dunmill. He started to work on Manlove’s ass as if the devil had possessed him. The only good thing – if you can call it that – was that it was over quite quickly. Alex pulled out the aching cunt and swiftly moved to Dan’s mouth. Brutally slamming the pulsating rod into the boy’s face. When Daniel opened his mouth to retort, the dick got thrust inside. It exploded with force. Gagging the boy with thick bursts of cream.

“What did you do that for?…” asked a hurt Manlove.
“You tricked me!… You’re one of my students… Aren’t you?… That’s how I lost my other teaching job!… You fuckers are all the same…” said Dunmill in anger as he pulled his gym clothes back on.
“Asshole!… I would never report you like that… Besides… I am not your student right now… We can have 6 more weeks of training together…” But Daniel had already heard the door slam shot before he had finished.

It took him a while to free himself from the bench. Daniel cleaned himself and the mess they made. His ass and throat were sore, and his feelings slightly hurt. Manlove sat naked on the leather footstool. But he could only come up with one conclusion. “… This was the best fucking full-body workout he had ever had!…“

Inwardly laughing, Daniel Manlove gathered up his gym gear. It was already 1 o’clock before he had showered and dressed. It felt odd, but he was ready for round two. His old man sat in his Dodge Charger, enjoying the afternoon sun. When Daniel sat in the driver’s seat, Rodney looked curiously at his boy.
Daniel smirked, “It was a nice workout… But the racist Professor Dunghill – or whatever his name was – could not see this work out… So he dumped and ran…“
“At least you got your workout…” grinned his old man to Daniel.
“For sure… The best fucking full-body workout I’ve ever had!…“

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< The End >

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