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  • My longest friend Geoff

    My longest gay friendship must be that with Geoff. I’ve known him as a gay man for all my adult life. I actually knew him for a few months before I found out he was gay. We played in a scratch rugby union team near Falmouth. At school, I played rugby during the season. I enjoyed the game and the physical contact, although sailing, rowing, and kayaking were and still are my sporting preferences. I met Geoff when I joined the team when I was home in Cornwall from university in Bristol when I was still only twenty years old.

    I’d noticed him as he was opposite to me being dark. Black haired to my blond, dark Celtic complexion compared to my very light skin, and he was a good five inches shorter than me, but the similarities stuck out as he was very good looking, well built in all the right places and well put together. I thought that I had caught him checking me out in the showers after the games we had played in together and thought that it was because I am heftily hung. Thankfully, I wasn’t one of those guys who spung a big fat boner when in the showers with my rugby union teammates, but Geoff did have great backside which interested me a lot but not that I was totally obsessed in getting deep in there.

    Geoff and I only spoke in general terms. I think he knew I was a student and lived in the very far west. I knew of Geoff’s family as the family name, Teague, was well known as large landowners, builders, and farmers, though what Geoff did within the family business, I had no idea.

    Generally, after a game, I didn’t hang around for the drinking sessions that most of the other guys did, boasting of their sexual prowess and dreamed of conquests. I wasn’t going to lie about women I hadn’t fucked, nor boast of the few guys that I had. It was after one game that again I left straight after cleaning up and went to my car to drive home. I’d half noticed that Geoff was slightly ahead of me and as it turned out, I was following him for the first few miles, when I noticed him turn off into a parking area, where there was a well-known cruising area with a convenience. I wondered why he was wanting to pee so soon after leaving the rugby club house and decided to investigate. I drove up to the next roundabout and did a U-turn and headed back driving into the parking area where Geoff’s car was now empty and there was one other vehicle parked, also empty. Actually, I had switched off my engine as I came to a halt and quietly left my car trying hard not to make much noise.

    I crept into the convenience and turned a corner to find Geoff on his knees, giving a much older guy a blow job. There was a shout of “Fuck” from the older guy, who dashed out as quickly as he could, leaving Geoff, standing up and trying to put away his erection, rather unsuccessfully and looking very flustered and stammering out some excuse and almost begging me not to tell the guys from the rugby team. I walked up to Geoff as he was struggling to hid his dick and told him to calm down. I heard the car of the other guy rev up and fly out of the lay-by, and promised Geoff that I wouldn’t breathe a work to anyone and made him touch my now bulging crutch. Geoff was a good-looking guy and I now had dreams of getting to know his sexy backside if I could keep him calm. In West Cornwall, there were few guys that were as muscled and attractive as Geoff and now I knew one vital thing about him; he at least played around if he wasn’t actually gay.

    As he continued to struggle with his clothing, I had my first good feel of his backside. Ummmm, it was very firm, and I became even more excited, and undid my fly and pulled out my cock and made him take hold of it. Wide eyed he looked down on my erection and back to my face. “Interested”? I asked him. He stammered out, “I’d hoped but was never sure”. I told him that I had caught him checking me out a few times and had wondered too. I told him that we should talk outside of the toilets, and we tidied up and went to talk by our cars. The gist of the conversation was that Geoff would follow me to my home and that we could relax together.

    We chatted for a good while, got to know more about each other and indeed we ended up in bed, but I didn’t get to fuck him as neither of us had a condom with us. It was going to be another couple of weeks before I was due back home again from university, but we arranged to meet up again after the next scratch rugby game and for him to come back to my place again and to really fuck. His arse was perfect, and he was a very responsive bottom and took my hugeness really well. We became good friends, socialising outside of the rugby team and good occasional fuck pals.

    When I graduated, I found a position with the Institute which sent me first to Jamaica, then Mozambique and finally to Southeast Asia and the Southwest Pacific Islands, and so my rugby playing days came to an end and my chances of meeting and fucking with Geoff as well, though we did keep in touch.

    Unsurprisingly, Geoff found a partner who moved in with him and they formed a great partnership. Simon was a man who could turn anyone’s head. He was almost as tall as me, had a great body on him, and was a stunner. He had deep blue eyes and light ginger hair. The guys seemed to be very well matched, and it was Simon who persuaded Geoff to come out. They came to my home a few times to socialise, but they were monogamous and so my days playing with Goeff came to an end. Well, slightly monogamous, as one day Simon turned up at my home unannounced and I was seduced by him and much to my surprise and delight, against all of my preconceived notions, Simon like to be fucked sometimes. Now I’m no fool, but when it was offered to me, I took full advantage of the chance, a number of times. I don’t know about your experience of ginger guys, and I know some people have a prejudice, but I find that they are really well hung, and I do like to fuck well hung guys.

    I was made to promise that I’d never let onto Geoff that I had been with Simon, and I kept the promise. Again, I was away working and Simon and Geoff split up, which was a pity in my eyes, but as Geoff revealed to me, Simon was playing the field a lot and he decided to go to London to be a social worker. I had an idea what sort of social work Simon might have been into, and indeed, when I eventually was brought back to London to work for the Institute, I did meet up with Simon and his super sexy Colombian boyfriend and have a really good time with them both.

    In the meantime, Geoff, had met an older guy and they got married as soon as it was legal to do so in the UK. David, Geoff’s husband was a great guy and I got on very well with him and the guys became one of my best friends back home, and I tried to meet up with them both every time I was home, and we’d dine out in St Ives. David was full of great advice and was caring to me and had my best interests at heart. The relationship between Geoff and David was very stable and I had no problem chatting with David on equal terms as Geoff, even though I had known Geoff much longer. Indeed, it was David who really encouraged me to get together initially with Stephen even though I thought Stephen was a flash in the pan and most probably a prick tease.

    The guys came to my place for a good meal and overnight stay sometimes at weekends, and we’d eat, and drink a little too much and it was during one such stay when Stephen had come down totally unexpectedly to stay as well, that Stephen teased the hell out of Geoff at breakfast.

    It had been a great night, good food, good drink, and wonderful conversation. One thing was very evident, Geoff could not take his eyes off Stephen and Stephen really played up to being admired, pumping his chest, flexing his arms, and opening his legs wide every time he caught Geoff staring.

    In bed that night Stephen and I chatted about what had happened, and Stephen said he’d give the guys a show in the morning. Nothing rude but something to really wake them up. I left it up to him what he did.

    In the morning I got up early to shower and dressed and called our guests to be ready for breakfast which was a simple affair mostly with big slabs of ham and cheese.  The guys came down looking very happy and Geoff sat next to me with David opposite. Stephen was showering and I explained that he’d be down before too long. Both the guys were effusive about Stephen and hoped that we could make a good match. I was really happy.

    Then Stephen came down to the kitchen, naked except for my pair of red shorts I had worn the afternoon before which were too tight and still soaking wet from the shower. “I couldn’t find a towel.” He claimed, leaning over the table, and taking a large thick slice of ham and throwing his head back and dropping it into his mouth chewing the meat as he swallowed the piece almost whole. The guys’ eyes were wide open staring at the man in almost disbelief. Stephen walked around the table and bent over to cuddle me and kiss my neck. “Morning guys.” He called to our guests, who mumbled a reply. “Is there coffee still available?” He didn’t wait for an answer and took a mug and filled it. He stood next to me, the well-filled, nearly overfilled bulge in my red shorts unmistakable and inches from my face and about a foot from Geoff’s face. David was gawping at Stephen’s body looking uncertain if what he was seeing was real.

    It was deliberate. Stephen turned so that his crotch was directly facing Geoff’s face, took a swig of coffee and turned towards me so that he was showing off the material of the shorts tight against his hard glutes to best advantage. Much to my amusement Geoff’s face was bright red, almost the colour of my shorts. David’s mouth was wide open.  Stephen leant over the table to pick up a smaller piece of ham, reaching towards David, his upper torso almost directly in David’s face. He stood up again with his pelvis almost in Geoff face, and again slid the meat down his throat, declaring that it was “the best piece of pork he’d had down his throat since yesterday afternoon.” I couldn’t take anymore and picked up my coffee and walked out into the garden and let out a hysterical round of laughter. Stephen had stunned the guys into silence.

    After two minutes of crying with laughter, I walked back into the kitchen to find Stephen now drying his body with tea towels. “Come and dry my back would you Gerren, I can’t do it with these small towels. I’d ask the guys, but I don’t think they would hear me.” I took the tea towel from him and dutifully dried his back, as I did so, he was checking that his arms were properly dry by caressing them and rubbing his hands over his biceps and triceps and down to his narrow wrists on both hands and then down slowly over his chest, and over his abs to the shorts and then crossing his hands to check if the obliques were dry before passing over his chest again and deliberately, as if nothing else had been deliberate, rubbed his nipples with his thumb and fingers and pronouncing that he was dry and happy. He turned to face me and fully embraced me, thanking me with a deep kiss, and announced that he was going upstairs to get dressed. He headed up the stairs and threequarters of the way up, in full view of the guys, took off the wet shorts before throwing them back onto the floor below and walked up the rest of the stairs naked, his hard butt in full view.

    My stomach and shoulders were shaking with mirth, and I looked back at the guys taking in the looks on their faces. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I snorted out a laugh and let rip with frantic laughter. I fell back onto the sofa across the room, laughing out loud, looking back at the bemused faces of my best friends, David beginning to laugh too, Geoff almost smiling and still half embarrassed. He walked over to me waving a finger at me. “You fucking bastards, you fucking prick tease, you planned that didn’t you?” In amongst my laughter, I managed to truthfully tell him we hadn’t planned it at all. The look of disbelief on his face making me laugh even harder and louder, so much so I was gasping for air. David was now laughing with me; looking at each other only increased our laughter and Geoff’s frustrated face at my denial added to our hilarity. Stephen came back downstairs wearing dark blue long-legged sweats. He was still topless and smiling at the laughter. “What is so funny?” he asked. I pointed to Geoff’s still irritated face, and it set me off again on another stream of laughter, David joining in with me. He made his way to his husband who was still shaking, and almost crying and embraced him. This soothed Geoff who started to smile and relax. Our laughter calmed down and there was a happy atmosphere in the house. I walked across the kitchen to get paper towel to dry my eyes and to offer to David. Geoff again asked if I had planned the exhibition in front of him. Stephen came to my rescue. “It was all my own idea, Gerren knew nothing, honestly. Though his bemusement of what was happening to you only encouraged me more I’m afraid. I heard you guys talking about me in your bedroom last night when I visited the bathroom and heard you saying that you’d like to see me naked and wet, so I thought why not! I must admit that I almost corpsed a few times at the looks on your faces. Gerren didn’t help. Standing in front of you for that time with him outside giggling like a demented idiot didn’t help.”

    I had played a couple of tricks on Stephen in the brief time I’d known him, but this was the first time I had seen Stephen joke with friends of mine. Over time he used his huge body to wind up Geoff. There was however one occasion that he surpassed himself.

    It was Geoff’s thirty-fifth birthday and Stephen and I had offered to host the party that David had warned me Geoff had wanted to keep small, maybe even just the four of us. We had agreed, Stephen especially I noted with a twinkle in his eye. Since we had also married, we hadn’t seen as much of Geoff and David as we used to, and I thought that the celebration would be a great way to put things right again. The Birthday would be on the Friday night, and we had promised the guys a couple of nights’ accommodation with us including the Saturday on our cruiser around the coast if the weather was fine.

    I had spent the best part of a week planning everything when Stephen threw the curve ball into the plans by announcing that our good friend, Escort Chris would also be visiting maybe with a friend of his. I should have been more suspicious that I was in retrospect but thought nothing of it. As far as I knew, Chris had once met Geoff and David and that was at our wedding. Stephen had called David to tell him that we were now expecting a couple of out friends to also be staying with us during Geoff’s birthday and he felt sure that a couple of extra guests would be fine and a lot more interesting than just the four of us.

    On the Friday late afternoon, Chris arrived looking really fit and handsome. Swiss German Chris, was in some ways an enigma, having a few irons in finance, but was also a very successful Escort with both men and women, claiming that he preferred the men. Stephen originally knew of him before we had met and we had ended up both banging his sexy arse a few times and also at the same time, if you get what I mean. Chris had stayed a few times with us and was always great fun, and he had sometimes brought a hot friend with him, though I suspected that the friend could be a ‘client’ or a fellow escort. Other mutual friends had told me that Chris sometimes operated with another escort if a ‘client’ had asked for ‘second helpings’.

    Today was no exception as Chris arrived with Ryan, a very good-looking guy, much shorter than any of us, but with what looked like a very beefy body and interesting eyes. Ryan had a large suitcase with him and strangely a large hat box which Stephen helped him upstairs with into the second guest bedroom. I noted some laughter from the guys as I gave my usual welcome to Chris, a huge kiss and a hard grope of his crutch and nipples. When the guys came down, Stephen explained that Geoff and David were also staying the weekend and about the birthday and that the guys were very loyal to each other and as far as we knew had never played outside of the relationship. Chris smiled and claimed that he might be able to find out the truth of that matter, maybe with some help from Ryan.

    The four of us chatted for a while waiting for Geoff and David to arrive and I found out that Ryan was a volunteer fireman in London helping out a couple of nights a week and claiming that it helped to keep him fit.

    When the guys arrived, we went through the rigmarole of introductions of the couples and everyone wished Geoff a happy birthday etc, even though the actual day was the next day. Geoff and David recalled Chris from the wedding which wasn’t too difficult as Chris was a very gregarious guy.

    As usual I was busy with the food preparations which Geoff was generous enough to help and the four others went outside to chat in the decent weather. They came back in with Stephen and David looking really happy with each other, and Ryan and Chris all lovey-dovey with each other. I’d set the timing of the meal for near to eight in the evening and we had a really great meal and by ten fifteen we had finished the food and retired to the lounge. There were looks and nods between David, Chris, Ryan and Stephen and Ryan announced that he was going to the toilet. He seemed to take a long time in my view and then strangely Stephen changed the music to up-beat music and Ryan came down the stairs in a fireman’s uniform complete with helmet and a cut off firehose and proceeded to dance around the lounge making suggestive moves with the hose nozzle. The helmet came off first and Ryan was now making suggestive moved on Geoff who really didn’t know where to look. His husband David was enjoying himself a lot.

    Ryan now undid the Velcro tape on the front of his uniform and invited me to undo the inner zipper. Of course I had no idea that this was going to happen. The heavy orange jacket opened up to reveal Ryan’s wonderful body and he turned to face Geoff and pulled him off his seat and had him rub his hands all over the huge chest and well-appointed abs. Geoff really didn’t know where to look, and I was given a few accusing looks and he also gave his husband a couple of concerned looks, but seemed re-assured when David gave him some encouraging nods. Then the jacket came off and was flung across the room and Ryan’s sensational body was shown off to us all. He had a great set of shoulders, and his arms were big and juicy. A pair of woven string braces were holding up the very loose fireman’s trousers and Ryan now had Geoff held tightly against his body and the focus of the dancing now had his hands around Ryan’s back and it was obvious that Geoff had taken to his early birthday present.

    David was delighted and although the act was also a surprise to me, I was pleased that Geoff was enjoying the attention. Then Ryan got Geoff to pull off both the braces from his shoulders and the fireman’s trousers fell to the floor revealing that Ryan just had a white tight-fitting jock on underneath. I wanted to get a better look at Ryans backside and to see just how filled the jock was up front. I wasn’t disappointed at all. The jock was nearly bursting. Stephen and David were also now leaning from their chairs trying to get a good eyeful too. Ryan was a stud. All the time he was dancing he was looking at Geoff and smiling. Licking his lips and giving very suggesting moves with the hose nozzle. Then he pushed Geoff down onto his knees, turned around and swayed his very tight arse in Geoff’s face and was calling on his to ‘lick his cheeks’. There was a hesitation from Geoff and Ryan reached back, grabbed hold of Geoff’s head, and was pushing it onto his butt and now nearly ordering him to lick. With some discomfort, Geoff did, and Ryan moved around so That David had a good view of the action. I moved around to sit next to Stephen who was delighted by what was happening. Then Ryan turned around and thrust his hand inside of his jock, stretching the material and obviously jacking on his cock right in front of Geoff’s unbelieving eyes. I didn’t believe that Ryan would do it, but he did. In one swift move the jock came off with his hand totally covering his cock and balls, and he rubbed the fist against Geoff’s face. David was now really excited, and I thought he was about to tell Ryan what to do next. Ryan didn’t need telling. His hand came away from his cock and balls and slapped Geoff right dead centre on his face. For the first time Geoff made a sound. Well it was a gasp of pleasure. From where Stephen and I were sitting we couldn’t see the size of the cock that Geoff now had access to.  I did notice though that David gave a nod to his husband as if allowing him to go ahead and enjoy himself. Not that Stephen and I ever had to give approval for any sexual activity other than being fucked by others which was by mutual assent something we only did privately between ourselves.

    “Go on it’s your birthday”. David gently told him. I then saw Geoff doing down on Ryan’s cock. It was a thick being from what I could see, I couldn’t determine the length but I could see Geoff’s eyes and they were half enjoying the experience but there was some fear there as well. To my eyes I was enthralled by Ryans backside and the dirty look on his face. He obviously was the exhibitionist. Chris had a great view of what was happening and it was obvious by the hand movement over his crutch that he was excited. Geoff was still dressed and although it had been some years since I had seen him naked, I could tell that he was still fit.

    It was Stephen who suggested that they took this upstairs and Ryan eagerly pulled Geoff up the stairs to the guys bedroom. I had put Chris and Ryan in the room next to our bedroom suite and Dave and Geoff next to them. I knew that if anything was going to happen it would be better to have the space between Stephen and I from Geoff and David. With a dirty grin on his face, David followed the guys upstairs with Stephen telling him to use their room.

    Downstairs it was just Chris, Stephen and myself in the lounge. Then the truth came out. Stephen and Chris had arranged all of this during the previous week. Ryan was not a volunteer fireman but twice a week, he did a fireman’s strip at various locations around London and the South East. Ryan also did escort work and sometimes as a partner to Chris. Stephen had also clandestinely been talking to David about the arrangement for Geoff’s birthday and was all for it. In David’s words, Geoff deserved a treat and a little extra excitement and would really appreciate Ryan’s length. We invited Chris to our bed for the night and he agreed eagerly, but firstly he went upstairs to see what was happening. Stephen and I tidied up the lounge and secured the house and went upstairs to our bedroom and got down to our own love making. Chris joined us, all very bright eyed and very hard, informing us that Ryan was really punishing Geoff’s backside and David was lying down on one side of the bed jacking off watching the action.

    I asked why he didn’t join in. To my surprise, he said that David wasn’t his type. Chris must have been with guys he didn’t find attractive in his escort work, I stated. “Yes but those guys pay me for my services; I just think of the money and fuck”.  So why not with David and Geoff? “They were different”, he told us, “They are friends”.  He jumped onto the bed with us, “And you guys are very special friends”. For the next two hours or so we had our way with Chris whilst Ryan stayed with David and Geoff all night.

    In the morning, or rather mid morning, Geoff and David came down for a very late birthday breakfast, with Geoff looking particularly sheepish and unwilling to talk about the night before, but giving both Stephen and I rueful looks. Ryan came down a few minutes later with not a care in the world looking as if nothing had happened the night before. All he said about matters sexual was to Chris. “I never knew that you were into being double fucked”? Chris looked askance. “How did you know”? he asked his stripper pal. “I came downstairs to pick up my firemans uniform to pack away and heard you guys fucking and looked in for a few moments. I have to say I was very nearly tempted to join in but I’d promised Geoff a third fucking”. I don’t know who looked more shocked, Geoff or Chris.

    That afternoon, the six of us went out around Mount’s bay in our cruiser, the guys drinking champagne whilst I stayed dry being in charge of the boat and for a short while, Ryan joined me in the cabin and proposed that he join Stephen and I that night for some action. I made a move on his wonderful butt, trying to squeeze his very tight cheeks and he bent over and gave me a very wet kiss and telling me that he wouldn’t mind trying what Stephen and I had been doing to Chris that night. His shorts were protruding greatly with excitement and I gave him a good grope and he was very firm. I told him that I’d have to talk to Stephen about it first and Ryan told me that Stephen had agreed to talk to me and seemed very keen on the idea. Ryan also told me that he had really enjoyed fucking Geoff. Geoff was insatiable was his opinion, and was really tight as well.

    That night, Geoff’s birthday night, we left him alone with his husband and Chris and Ryan came to our bed and we did what Ryan had wanted and it was good.

    It wasn’t the end of this story. A week or so after his birthday, Geoff came to see me asking after Ryan. He was eager to meet with him alone. I got Ryan’s contact details from Stephen and told him to be very careful about hurting David. He scoffed at me. “You didn’t care about hurting me when you and my Simon were fucking did you”. I must have looked shocked. “Yes I know you two fucked, and I know it was Simon who led you on, but you never said no”.  What Geoff said was true, though the break up wasn’t about Simon fucking with others, it seemed that Simon had a temper when he drank and any frustrations were physically taken out on Geoff. In the end he was glad to be rid of Simon. He couldn’t blame me for the violence and at least I was his longest gay friend.

  • Family fun and games

    This story has a little bit of everything. 

    Chapter one. The boat.

    Once again I get caught posting and making comments on gay websites like this one. 

    Aunt Margaret and I have always been close. Her and her hubby, Butch, live about 2 hours away. They are pretty well off, having a nice older home on the lake there. I’ve been there many times. Out of nowhere she messages me inviting me to hang out with them this weekend. The weather is finally very nice. They want to have a few days out on their new boat and thought I’d enjoy that too. I’ve been divorced for the second time. I’m pretty fucked up. I need a calm, stress free weekend. This seems perfect.

    The boat is really nice. We enjoy the weather and the pretty lake all day. But around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, just as they tell me it’s time to come back in, Margaret takes off her top. She is in her 50’s. Her tits are big and a little saggy, but still pretty nice. They are white with tan lines and big, brown nipples. They are shiny in the afternoon sunlight. Small droplets of sweat are dripping off of them. I am in a daze. I’ve often admired them while she was wearing a tight shirt or like today, a bikini a little too small for them. And now I have a front seat view of them. She casually leans back in the boat chair looking around at the scenery. Her arms are back running across the top of the seatback. He breast rise. I’m a bit nervous, to say the least. Then she looks right at me, smiling. I glance back, and smile. What the fuck?

    I’ve lost track of Butch. There is a lot of glare on the lake. I am confused and distracted by her bare, sun lit breasts. Everyone likes a nice pair of tits, right? I forget Butch is in the boat with us. Then suddenly I feel him slide next to me on the vinyl bench. His hand is on the back of my neck. He is completely naked. Butch is older, hairy, and has a big beer belly. His cock is fully erect. I jump out of my skin! His other hand is on my leg. He holds me back in the bench. “While she is watching us, you’re going to suck my cock, bitch.”

    Butch’s huge, tattoo covered arm pushes my head down into his lap. Suddenly Aunt Margaret is there, helping him hold me and forcing my face down. She has a big tuft of my hair in her hand. “I’ve read your posts, my dear. We are going to make your dreams come true. Suck the man’s cock.”

    Before I can think, or speak, or resist, or cry out, or beg them to stop, his fat hairy cock slips into my mouth.  “Mummphh!”

    Uncle Butch begins to speak. He is stern, and demanding. “Eat it baby. Suck it like you always wanted to suck a cock. Be my bitch!”

    “Oh Fuck! Mummphh! Slurp…slurp…” It tasted amazing. Sweaty and nasty. Even better than I’ve imagined. It was fat, long and hard, like a really big, warm, wet cucumber. I took it in as deep as I could. Touching the back of my throat. Suck it like a whore, I thought to myself. I was into it. 

    Aunt Margaret was pushing the back of my head up and down. I could see her kissing her husband out of the corner of my eye. “I told you he would love it. I told he would be your bitch.”

    I sucked and sucked and sucked. After a long time Butch roughly pulled my head back. “You need more instruction and practice. We will get to that later. It’s your turn baby. I have other plans for him right now.”

    Somehow Margaret knew what to do. She rolled me down on my hands and knees with her sitting in front of me in the boat chair. My face was in her crotch. She moved her knees together, pulling her bikini bottoms off. Inside was a big hairy bush. Again she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling by face into it. “Eat this like a pie, you kinky fuck!”

    As soon as I tried to pull back, I felt Butch behind me, wrapping something around my ankles, binding them together. He reached up to my wrists, also binding them together with a soft nylon boat line. The rope was tied tight, binding my wrists and ankles putting me in a very vulnerable, helpless position. Butch’s warm, wet breath was in my ear. “Now, eat the old cunt like she tells you. Pretend that you like it. Like I do.”

    Margaret laughs. “Fuck you, Butch.”

    Her hands pull my face in. One on each side of my head. The inside of her thighs are pressing on the sides of my face. Then they open. Wide. I get a firm push from Butch from behind. I scoot up and have it in my face. Her knees raise up to give me good access. Alost too good. Her ass is up off the seat. “Eat my ass first, of course. I know you like that.”

    A large hand presses my head in from behind. Butch is enjoying helping burying my face in his wife’s pussy. Her hands are still pulling my hair hair from both sides. My nose in inside her pussy. I can smell all the years of fucking and sweating in her past. My mouth slowly opens. I allow my tongue to wander out a bit. “Do it fucker! When you finally make me cum, I’ll give you everything you have ever wanted. So, get to it!”

    I’m pushing as hard as I can. My tongue is so far up her ass I can’t imagine it going any further in. My nose is rubbing her fat, sloppy pussy. She is wiggling side to side and up and down, moaning. It seems she might actually cum from my tongue up her ass. Or is it my nose and face rubbing her clitty? All I know is she is so fucking wet, squirting all over my face. I’ve never had a squirting before. 

    I’ve really not had much of anything. Just a lot of fantasies, dreams and brief, meaningless encounters. And what does she mean, she knows what I want? They knew I’ve dreamed and toyed with the thought of sucking a man’s cock? How do they know? My posts? My stories? The websites where I flirt with domme women and dom men sometimes? Those don’t really mean anything. Just for fun. Do they see those posts from me? I’m in trouble. 

    More ass and pussy licking. Butch is still behind me pushing my head forward. But he is getting uncomfortably close. “Don’t worry about him. You keep your mind on what you’re doing down there, bitch.”

    I take my mind off Butch and try to focus. My face is dripping wet. I’m doing all I can to push my tongue inside her.

    Then, I can’t focus any longer. Butch is rubbing my cock. My shorts are half off, exposing my white ass. A wandering finger slides down the crack of my ass, spreading my cheeks. My cock is getting hard. My mind is racing. Margaret moans and squirts in my face again. Butch grips my cock hard and pushes the slippery finger in my ass. 

    “Mummph!”

    Butch has a hand on each of my ass cheeks, spreading them. “Keep your face deep in her puss, my boy. We don’t want to alarm the other boaters.”

    I start to pull at the ropes holding me in place. It’s too late. Somehow Butch’s cock slides inside me without any fuss. It’s cold and slippery. I hear myself try to cry out. But Margaret is pulling my face in even harder. My face is completely covered in pussy lips and pubes. “Lick me, bitch!”

    After a few thrusts and backing off, Butch gets into a quick rhythm. His hips are bouncing off my ass cheeks as he bounces in and out. I do my best to ignore it, trying to focus on the wet, dripping pussy in my face. “He likes it.” Butch exclaims. I’m fucked.

    I start to nibble on Margaret’s clit. She likes it. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she grinds my face in deep and convulses in orgasm. More pussy juice. Butch stops fucking me. Holding his cock inside me at the deepest point. Margaret catches her breath. “This is fucking awesome! Can we keep him forever?”

    Chapter 2. The cabin, coming soon..

  • House help is my Master now

    I could not sleep that night as the same morning the guy who was going to be my house help is now my master and is sleeping on my bed shirtless while I am on sleeping on my floor naked.I wake up at 6 o’clock and then start doing the house chores as the master has told me to do so. I have a 9 to 4 job so I have to leave my house at 8:15 a.m. hence I start to do all the chores quickly and make tea for master as I was instructed to do.

    Once everything is done I go and stand near Master’s bed and wait for him to wake up. I know that if I wake him up I will be severely punished. I wait there for about 30 minutes after which master wakes up he looks at me and giggles while rubbing his eyes. I quickly go to the kitchen and reheat the tea I made for him.Master orders me to suck his cock while he drinks tea. I try to put the whole cock in my mouth but I could only fit half of it .After 5 minutes of struggle I am almost choked on the cock but I try to fully filt the cock inside my mouth master looks at me and smiles at me.Master says that if you will have so much struggle putting my cock inside your mouth what will happen when I will put the whole thing inside your ass.

    Master then tells me, “in a few minutes my friend, the newspaper guy Taha will come and he will give the newspaper and you have to open the door wearing bikini and greet him as good morning sir. While saying so I have to go on all fours . Then he will throw the newspaper on floor you have to take the newspaper in my mouth and bring it to me.”

    I quickly where a red bra and panty and start to do my other household chores.In a few minutes I hear a knock on the door and I go towards the door. I open the door and see a really handsome guy, he is well built and has got muscles .I say, “good morning sir!!” He looks at me and says ,”you fucking bitch” while I get on all fours.Master comes out of bedroom and sees Sir Taha and asks him,” How do you like my whore.She loves men ,bikini and domination.” Sir Taha laughs and says,” So she is like the perfect thing for us to use.” He then looks at me and say,”You will enjoy all then men bitchy whore.” He then throws the newspaper at his legs so I go towards his legs like a dog and take the newspaper in my mouth and turn back. When I am going in Sir Taha spanks my ass and both Sir Taha and Master laugh.

    Master then goes to shower and I prepare breakfast for him. When he comes out of shower I serve in breakfast and quickly go to the shower so that I could clean myself up and wash both of our clothes as quickly possible because I don’t think I could reach at time on work today.When I come out, I see that Master has already selected my clothes but he has not selected anunderwear for me to wear, instead he has selected me a bikini to wear. I am terrified because I have never worebikini to work. I am afraid because any person can see my bikini and I might be getting exposed at any point of time in the office.I ask master if I can wear and underwear instead of bikini but master straight away if uses and tell me that I cannot decide what I will be it is the master of the house who decides what the slave should wear. I am afraid because the colour of the shirt is completely Bright and it might not cover up the colour of bikini.

    The reason I am afraid to wear a bikini at work is because this was how I was exposed to the master as a sissy slut in the first place when he saw me wearing a red bra under my white shirt. So I know that if anyone in the work seess me I might become the office slut in literally a day.Master then ask me how much money do I require to go and come from work as I use public transport currently I tell him that I will require Rs 50.

     Rs 10 for rickshaw and 15 rupees for the bus ride. Master then hands over 50 rupees to me and tells me that he will keep the wallet instead of me .I am a bit terrified because I might need some money.But as a slave I cannot keep the money with me as it is his money and I am working for him.

    I am in a terrified mood at my job for the entire day because anyone who might touch my shoulder white feel a bra strap and it might expose me to the entire office.So I just keep myself away from all the people in the office and but this makes me look a bit suspicious to many of them . However I have to do this otherwise the men in the office might use me as there slut.

    As soon as the clock reaches 4, I quickly move outside the office and go to home. I am happy that no one in the office could see my bra and I am happy that I successfully got of this challenge, but I know that there is coming more for me at the home. When I come home, I see that master is sitting with two other man and one of them is our land lord Mr Karthik and another guy who I think I might know.As I enter the house master looks at me and tells me to stand in front of the sofa. while looking at these men I forget to look that there is an actual sofa in the hall .I am a bit confused but I think master has bought from the money in my debit card. Well it is his debit card now.Master then starts to speak. “These are my two friends ,you know Mr Karthik he is the landlord of this house and he will be one of your sir and this is Sahil, the guy who runs the shop across the road he is also one of my really good friends and he can also use you whenever you want.”All men laugh and I stand there bowing down as I cannot look directly towards the men.Sir Kartik says,” Oh!!what a guy have we found. I am sorry what a whore have we found . This is really amazing and I know we are going to have a lot of fun with her in the coming days but make sure to use the best of her ,Right guys?”Sir Sahil adds,”Of course we are going to use her to her fullest .”

    Then master tells me to remove my clothes so I remove my shirt and pant and now I am in my bikini and front of these guys all the men look at me and I can see their cocks getting aroused.Sir Kartik ask master when are we going to fuck her master respond saying that we will fuck her when we will get married and trust me is going to be outstanding.Sar Kartik says ,”oh!! I can’t wait to use this little bitch ,so what should I do now?” Master orders me to suck Sir Karthik cock and I start to do so after a while sir Sahil also comes near me and tells me to success cock I suck the cock like hell.Sir Karthik has a 7 inch cock and sir Sahil has a 5 inch cock but his cock is really thick .I take time to suck both of the cocks very well because I know that if I don’t suck them well I might get punished.

    After 20 minutes both guys cum on my face and I am the floor covered entirely in the cum.Master orders me to eat all the come and then lick of whatever is well on the floor.both guys are satisfied and say that they want to use this bitch more often.Master says, “you can use this bitch anytime you want and you can use it for other different things also”.I am confused that what does master mean by other things but I just time will tell it. When the guys be ready to leave master tells me that I have to kiss their feet always when the Sir will leave as it is a way for me to show for how much respect I have for them and how much respect they deserve from me.I kiss the feet of both of the guys and in few minutes both of them leave greeting master.

    After the dinner is over, I do the dishes and then master tells me that I have to wait for the laundry guy who will bring back all the iron clothes .”He is one of my friends his name is Suyog and even he will be one of your Sir. Remember that he has to be respected because he knows how to treat a slave much as I do he will fuck the heck out of you if you did not listen to him.

    In a few minutes Sir Suyog comes in the house but the only thing he says me is that I am a worthy whore and Master Rohit has got a good one. He leaves in like a minute as he had to go somewhere else.Master says that any Sir will have as much as control on me as Master.

    I am basically told what is it going to be in future and the people who will use me .

    I am happy as all the men I met today were real men, guys for whom I would have fallen if I were not a slave. I mean I still feel getting a cruah on all of them but I can assure that I am going to be a lucky slave.

    Continued in next part..

  • Home Delivery

    In the early 1970’s I got a part time job at a local pharmacy.  I was a good science student and my parents were close friends with our local pharmacist.  The summer I turned sixteen and got my drivers license my dad told me to stop by the drug store and pick up his medication.  The pharmacy counter was in the rear of the store and as I approached the cash register for the drug counter I stood quietly and listened to Mr. Don on the phone with a customer.  He held up his index finger to signal to me….give me one second.  Mr.Don was a very handsome man.  He graduated from University of Tennessee Memphis and he always had time to talk to me about my classes and gave me guidance regarding my science classes, etc…..He was 6’4”.  A former swimmer and had the richest blue eyes I’d ever seen for a man.   

    After Mr. Don got off the phone he asked me to walk around to the back counter.  He was wearing his typical white smock, jeans and as always….he was in his socks.  Typically he never wore regular shoes.   As I stepped closer he smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower and I knew he used Irish Spring soap.  When he started speaking I found it hard to concentrate.  He placed his hand on my shoulder and said….Sport, can you do me a favor.   Hell, I would have done anything for this man.  I said….of course, what’s going on.   He explained Mr. Tipton, the manager of the famous pizza joint was down in his back and needed his medication delivered to his home.  Being a small town I knew where most people lived.  After I picked up my dad’s medicine I took the small white pharmacy bag that had Mr.Tipton’s name on it.   Mr. Don reached in his jeans pocket and handed me a five dollar bill for making the delivery.  I told him that wasn’t necessary, but he insisted.  After he went back to work I went to my convertible VW bug and pulled out of the parking lot and headed down Maple Street to Mr. Tipton’s house.   I approached the back screened in porch and announced myself.  Mr. Tipton recognized my voice and yelled….Jonathan, I’m in the bedroom.   As I walked down the hallway and entered the doorway….Mr. Tipton was on the bed in white Jockey briefs….the newest pouch style that was very popular.   His massive chest and arms were most impressive.  He apologized for being only in his briefs…I chuckled….hell….it’s your home…you do you, sir.  As I walked closer I handed him his medication in the small bag.  He asked me to go to the fridge and get him some sweet tea.  I swear….I don’t think I took my eyes off his crotch.  When I returned with his tea I noticed he had a magazine on his nightstand.  I had seen Playboy and Hustler magazines before….my uncle kept them under his mattress….but that’s another story.  

    I helped Mr. Tipton get two pills out of the bottle.  I put the cap back on and placed the pill bottle beside his hairy thigh.  He reached over ….placed the pill bottle under the pouch of his crotch….took a swig of tea….after he took his medicine I took the cup and placed it on the nightstand.  My next move was to grab the pill bottle and place it on the table.  I knew exactly what I was up to.  My finger grazed over his thick crotch.  He winked at me and said…..seems like you would make a good nurse and winked it me.   I didn’t say a word but rubbed my hand over the outline of his growing cock in his underwear.  I asked him if this was ok….he nodded his head and told me….go ahead, help yourself.  Within a couple of minutes I was naked and laying between his legs and sucking on his fat, uncut dick.   I was a good cock sucker.  My uncle had trained me to swallow big dicks and not gag…..within minutes Mr. Tipton rewarded me with a thick creamy load of spunk.  God it tasted so good.  After we chatted for a few minutes…he told me to stand above him.   I squatted down and he rimmed my ass and I shot my load down his throat.  After I got dressed he told me….please stop by tomorrow.  I told him I sure wood.   

    I stopped by the drug store and told Mr. Don I took care of Mr. Tipton.  He grinned at me and said, I heard…he called and told me you were very helpful.  I stayed that afternoon and restocked the drink machine, swept the floor and cleaned Mr. Don’s office.   At six o’clock I told Mr.Don if he didn’t need anything else….I was going to head out.  He told me to lock the front door…change the sign on the door to closed and he needed my help in the cage.  This area was a locked gated cage where he kept medication secured from other areas of the store.   When I walked back to the cage Mr. Don was naked….there was a tube of K-Y gel on the shelf.   He handed it to me….told me to lube his hole….he said after talking to Mr. Tipton on the phone he knew he had to see my big cock for himself.   I took great pleasure in FUCKING this man.   Hell, I’ve always been attracted to him.  We fucked for about 30 minutes.  I shot my load in his ass….he stuffed my hole with his eight inch cock.   Around seven o’clock when I left I went my Burger King and got a Dr. Pepper.  When I walked in the house my dad stood up, shook my hand and said he was excited Mr. Don had called to let him know I was his part time employee and I would be making deliveries this summer.It was great my dad bought me the VW from my uncle.   For some reason….the girlfriend my uncle bought the car from just left town.   Maybe it was the fact she walked in about a two weeks ago catching my uncle pegging my ass with the same pecker he fucked her with.

    Needless to say….I loved my part time job.   Everyone in town requested me to make deliveries.  One day I was sent to the address I knew well….it was my high school football coaches home.  Man…he loved blowing his load in my ass.  

    Forty years later I finally retired as a pharmacist and a local chain bought my small home down drug store that Mr. Don sold me in 1995 when he retired and moved to the Outer Banks.  

  • Hottest Booty on the Construction Site

    Max and Harry are back on the construction site in Calgary, Canada. Colleagues want to know if the Caribbean cruise was worth all that money, if they cruised chicks with cantaloupe boobs and watermelon butts. Their smile seems to say yes, but they are still thinking of all the zucchini cocks, lemon balls and peachy buns they’ve played with on each deck. To cover up the real attractions of their cruise, they show post cards of sites in Grand Cayman, Jamaica, Colombia, Aruba and Curacao.

    The two construction workers don’t mention that a shy-looking artist made a portrait of them in tight jeans, a plaid shirt and boots. They have framed their souvenir and hung the pencil drawing in the living room. Every time they look at it, they get hard just thinking of their threesome with Dwight, his jockstrap fetish, and all the sniffing, licking, tongue-twisting, kissing and caressing in a manly way that went on all night long.

    Max and Harry want to relive this kind of experience, to have sexual fun together with another man. Three guys reveling in sex without emotional commitment is what they are interested in. Love-making is between them only; as soon as another man joins them, ass and cock pleasures are the only thing on the menu. There is no place for feelings. The two construction workers have indulged in threesomes, mainly in saunas outside Calgary. They are still in the closet, but consider coming out to their family members and to very close friends.

    “I was 19-years-old when same-sex marriage was legalized in Canada”, says Max. “It was no big deal in my family. Part of the population was reluctant in 2005, but gradually accepted this form of union. It is now part of our society.”

    “Except on construction sites where homophobia prevails up to a certain point”, notes Harry. “There are as many open-minded colleagues as narrow-minded workers.”

    “If we came out, I’m not sure the backlash would be that ferocious. Guys like us, appreciate our work, we’re part of a friendly gang. We should come out as a couple.”

    “I’m sure that some will want to know who tops, who bottoms.”

    On that note, without exchanging one more word, Harry offers his peachy ass to Max. He wants him to lick it and shove his cock inside; he wants to moan with pleasure; he wants to feel Max’s warm jizz deep inside his fuck chute. They enjoy having ass fun, topping or bottoming according to their mood.

    After a quick shower, the couple continues to exchange on the steps they could take in coming out to their work colleagues.

    “Calgary Gay Pride Parade is next month”, says Max. We could put a rainbow flag sticker on our lunch box. If someone asks a question or makes a comment, we just say that we support a community that is more open to sexual diversity, more inclusive.”

    “And during the Pride weekend, adds Harry, we could march in the parade, hand in hand, confirming our sexual orientation.”

    “Yes, the festivities should create a positive atmosphere, and we could build on that for support from our coworkers.”

    That is the plan. Meanwhile, a new construction guy joins their team. He is a handsome man but seems shy and rather taciturn. Max notices George’s sensual lips and his tight ass. Harry invites him to have lunch at the same table. He finds out that George is 46-years-old, not married, no girlfriend, maybe “one of us” … When Max and Harry invite him for a beer after work, they are in for a surprise. George says that he usually has a drink at The Backlot on Friday nights. This is one of Calgary’s easygoing gay bars. They smile and agree to meet him there at 8 p.m.

    As soon as they get home, Max and Harry shower, and prepare a quick dinner: baked potatoes with sour cream and BBQ prime rib steak with horseradish sauce. When they are ready to leave, tight jeans show off Max’s snug bulge and Harry’s mouthwatering peachy butt. They want to see how George will react. As soon as they walk in the bar, every single client is in full admiration. George has had a few drinks and is not shy anymore nor taciturn. He slips his tongue over his upper luscious lip before saying: “Holy fuck, you are both dead gorgeous!”

    All booth and cocktail tables being occupied, Max and Harry join George at the bar and order a beer. The three construction workers bond easily, and decide to exchange openly about their sexual preferences. George is a total bottom who likes getting fisted while sucking a huge juicy cock. Max and Henry tell him that they have never fisted a guy, but are willing to learn the trade. George is well-equipped and invites them at his place. The walls of the apartment are all black and a sling occupies half of the living room.  

    George explains that, contrary to popular belief, the hand is rarely ever clenched into a fist upon entry. “Instead, you start with a few fingers, then insert your whole hand, and once firmly inside, you clench and repeat.” For George, fisting is like Olympic-style penetration. As a gay bottom, taking a fist all the way inside his asshole is the sluttiest most hardcore sub shit he can think of. “Fisting is actually the most pleasurable sexual act I’ve ever experienced—and seven years in, no negative health consequences. Everything down there works just fine.”

    George wants to suck Harry’s cock, so Max is the fister. A fistee in submission and a fister in control are what appeal the most to George. “I like having a man’s hand filling me up and stretching me to the limit. I’m giving you the green light, Max, to grease up your fist and get to work ruining my cunt. That’s a pretty big deal for me!” Max finds out that the power-dynamic at play is quite intoxicating for both the fistee and the fister.

    Max and Harry invite George for a BBQ dinner on Saturday, for ass play also. The two lovers want to shove their cock together in George’s tight butt and dump their creamy junk in his trunk. They get along so well that they spend Sunday frolicking like stallions in heat. When they go back to the construction site on Monday morning, one worker approaches them in the following terms: “I saw you leaving The Backlot on Friday night. I didn’t know that you guys were fags!” Coming out does not unfold as planned. Max replies bluntly: “The name is gay, not fag. Live and let live!”

    The news spreads like wildfire on the construction site. At first, workers are equally divided on the question of LGBTQ+ lifestyle. By Friday, after heated discussions in the cafeteria, over 75% of the men support Max, Harry and George. They obviously don’t know about fisting and double cock fucking. They don’t mind seeing the rainbow flag sticker on some lunch boxes. They even promise to watch the Calgary Pride Parade, and cheer gay rights advocates, twink dancers, leather studs and drag queens.

    To celebrate this turn of events, Mac and Harry invite George over to fool around. The bottom work colleague accepts gladly, thinking he will get a chance to indulge in one of his fetishes: sniffing manly odors. As soon as they enter the couple’s home, boots are removed and George asks if he can sniff his friends’ construction gear. “It gets be so horny.” Once his nose is plunged in the stinky boots, George feels a bulge in his crotch. It attracts Harry’s hand and a virile caress. “Can you get undressed?”, asks George. “I want to sniff your armpits… and more…” All three men are now naked, forming a tight circle. George sniffs Harry’s right armpit and Max honors the left one. Their cocks spring up and they fence while tongue kissing and spitting. George kneads Harry’s peachy butt, feeling the hairy crack. He bends down to smell the intoxicating stench. As he rubs his nose up and down the crevice, moaning with pleasure, Harry warns him that he might fart. “Holy fuck, please do, that will make me cum profusely!”

    George, Max and Harry are so pleased to form the hottest threesome in Calgary. Their arrangement offers every possible opportunity to kiss, sniff, suck, fuck and fist. Virility is placed on an altar and all three worship it amidst ropes of creamy man juice.

    THE END

  • Ash & Jimmy

    It felt like we were together in another lifetime. Then, one sunny September day, Jimmy and I were together again.

    I had just finished moving my stuff into my new university dorm room and said goodbye to my parents. After they left I spent about an hour in my dorm room. I was lucky enough to have scored a single. I played on the internet, I read a chapter in a book, I wrote in my journal. I looked at my timetable of classes that would start in a few days and thought about seeking out the library. But then I looked out the widow at the various whirlwinds of activity happening around campus and decided to make better use of my first day in Thunder Bay.

    I grabbed the paper itinerary that my residence coordinator shoved into my hand when we got here and decided to participate in whatever looked cool and started soon. There was a campus-wide Amazing Race type of activity that looked fun, promised to get me familiar with the grounds, and seemed like a good way to meet new people. I checked myself in the mirror on the back of my door before heading out. I looked good.

    By then I was about five-foot-nine with a slim but healthy build. In high school I discovered I was pretty good at swimming and my parents encouraged it as much as they could. Being in the water so much also turned out to help my skin clear up. When I was thirteen I developed a positively volcanic case of acne, but it only lasted for a year or two. By the time I left high school there wasn’t a trace of it left. I think my hair was one of my best features. Loose, wavy black locks that covered my ears and came down to just the top of my neck. Add in a pair of big, warm, brown eyes and a heart-shaped face. I was actually kind of a looker –think Timothee Chalamet from Dune, but shorter, scrappier, and less anorexic. About two years ago I even had a girlfriend for a while, Caitlyn, but we broke up after six months or so. I wasn’t sure how I felt about girls back then, or guys for that matter.

    I was wearing a pair of stretchy jeans and a pokémon t-shirt. The jeans were okay. They hugged my butt like I was poured into them, but I could still run and move freely. I flinched at the shirt, though, and decided to change it. When my torso came into view in the mirror in indulged in a little ab flexing. I had just a toned physique overall, but I really put some effort into my abs. I could do a vacuum pose that practically made my already waspish waist disappear completely. I could even roll my abs just like Channing Tatum did in Magic Mike. But I was way more shredded. Truthfully, I had an Adonis belt that the bigger, bulkier guys at my school had envied with v-lines that plunged down into my pelvis. I had worked up quite the sweat moving all my stuff in, but decided to slap on some more deodorant in lieu of getting a shower. I was just gonna get all sweaty again. Then I slathered some sun screen on and found a loose-fitting neon-blue tank top that would be comfortable and result in just the occasional nip slip. Perfect.

    I checked my pockets: phone, wallet, keys, and that paper itinerary. I was ready to go.

    About ten minutes later I found the group of people gathering for the race, but I really only saw one of them.

    “Jimmy!?” I exclaimed in disbelief. “Is that really you?”

    I hadn’t seen him in almost eight years, but recognized him immediately as I approached the group of people gathering to start the race. In eight years he had changed even more than I had, but his smile hadn’t. His face lit up like a birthday cake the moment he turned and saw me.

    As a kid Jimmy was cute, tall and athletic. Now, at eighteen years old, he was the most stunning male specimen I could imagine! He still had that sun bleached golden hair, now spiked up a bit, and he looked as tanned as the day I met him in Grade One. Wearing a pair of green cargo shorts and a black AC/DC t-shirt, he stood at least six inches taller than me and looked to be about twice as wide. His shoulders looked like a couple of round, overgrown melons and the rest of his arms were developed to match. The sleeves on his t-shirt kept riding up over his biceps and it look like he was always on the verge of flexing those sleeves to shreds. His forearms were covered in thick veins and packed with thick cords of muscle. That t-shirt hung off his shelf-like chest in a way that proved his lower torso mustn’t have had an ounce of flab on it, the hem floating enticingly just above the waist of his shorts. The slightest overhead stretch revealed a rock hard set of lower abdominal muscles. The ass of those shorts looked packed to bursting with two magnificently developed buttocks and his calves were broad and strong, covered in golden blond fuzz, as they tapered into his running shoes. The front of his shorts bulged out and rounded over what could only have been the packed crotch of a pair of underwear. To say that Jimmy had grown up would be a massive understatement.

    “Ohmigawd! Ash!” he exclaimed, striding towards me.

    We embraced in a hug and it felt like I’d hit a brick wall as he pressed me into his chest, raising me up on my toes like he always did.

    “It’s really you, isn’t it?” he said.

    “Yeah, it’s me. I can barely believe it’s you.”

    We stayed in that embrace for what must’ve seemed like a bit too long from the perspective of our onlookers. But I could’ve stayed like that for another hour. I felt his warmth soak into my flesh again, reaching all the way to my bones. I breathed deep and that smell that had always come off of him was still there, but stronger, a mixture of lake water, moist earth, and a unique tangy note that was pure Jimmy. Being in such a close embrace I also felt Jimmy’s super warm, packed crotch pressing into my lower abdomen and could’ve sworn that I also felt some movement from it before Jimmy broke our embrace.

    “Dang!” Jimmy said, taking me in from arm’s length, but still holding onto my shoulder with one of his giant paws. “Lookit you! You turned into a real… hottie!”

    “Thanks,” I said, taking Jimmy in. “You turned into a brick wall!”

    Jimmy chuckled and held his hands out to his sides.

    “Yeah, guess I put on a few pounds.”

    “More like a few hundred! What’re you doing here? Are you starting school here, too?”

    “Yeah, sure am! Bio Science. You?”

    “Education. I’m going to be a teacher.”

    “Sweet! You’d be really good at that. Are you living on campus?”

    “Yeah, in Rodman Hall. You?”

    “Lachlan Hall.”

    I couldn’t believe it. After being apart for eight years my childhood best friend and I were now living in adjoining dorm buildings. I started to think I was dreaming. Things don’t work out this well in real life!

    “Well, you’ll make a great teacher, dude,” Jimmy said.

    “Yeah, thanks. Man! I have so many things I wanna ask you.”

    “Well, looks like we’ll have plenty of time to catch up.”

    “Yeah. So… you wanna do this race thing together?”

    “Pffffft! As if anyone else could be my partner!” Jimmy said, clapping me on the shoulder and pulling me in beside him. “Let’s do this thing!”

    That afternoon was the most fun I ever remember having. The discovery quest/race thing was so much fun! We weren’t really racing against other teams, but the senior students running it kept track of how long it took us to do everything. Tomorrow there would be prizes for the best times at different activities and the best time overall. And the activities, I have to say, were pretty lit!

    At one station we got all wet popping water balloon between our chests with our hands tied behind our backs. My eyes nearly bugged out at the site of Jimmy’s t-shirt clinging to him. By the end of that activity I didn’t have to imagine what Jimmy looked like beneath his shirt. He got so soaked that he decided to take his t-shirt off and wring it out. The jaws of every girl, and half the guys, within fifty feet of us dropped to the dirt as Jimmy stood there shirtless, his shoulders and forearms flexing as he wrung the water out. He looked like a bodybuilder, but without that puffy look. I later learned that “powerbuilding” was Jimmy’s passion, a hybrid sport that had the basic goal of getting as big and strong as you possibly could. Every muscle on Jimmy looked hard as a brick. A narrow trail of curly golden fur ran from the chasm between Jimmy’s pecs down eight chiselled abs, over his navel, and then plunged below into the crotch of his shorts. Oh, how I wanted to follow where that trail led. So did everyone else watching. Then he flapped his damp shirt a couple times to get the wrinkles out and, about a century longer than anyone wanted him to, pulled it back on. He smiled over at me and we headed off to find the next activity.

    At another station we had to pass a pack of lifesavers between us, one at a time, using toothpicks held between our lips. Yeah. We basically looked like we were making out with each other in slow motion. It was sweet. Then there was this funky “see how many pounds of force you can generate” activity, designed by some Engineering students, where you had to swing a hammer, pull on a rope, push against a bar, and other tests of strength. We actually won that activity. Even though there were other pairs of super athletic guys competing, Jimmy more than made up for any force that I couldn’t generate. The guys who designed that challenge couldn’t resist shaking Jimmy’s hand and congratulating him when he finished, absolutely awed at the strength he was able to summon. The prize was a gift certificate to a fancy stakehouse! There was even a swimming activity at a small, nearby lake where I got to show off.

    I didn’t have a swimming suit, but neither did anyone else and that was the point, to get everyone wet and silly looking. Jimmy held onto my shoes, socks, phone, wallet, and other stuff so I could swim in just my jeans. The point was to swim out to a floating dock, blow a big victory call on this enormous plastic trumpet (it looked like something from a Dr. Seuss book) and swim back as fast as I could. Jimmy videoed the whole thing on my phone for me.

    It was September, but in Thunder Bay water only gets so warm. I stepped back onto the grassy shore, dripping from head to toe and shivering, but smiling like a six-year-old. With my ripped swimmer’s physique my pale skin must’ve looked like polished marble in the afternoon sunlight –water running down my lats and abs onto jeans that clung like plastic wrap to by slim hips. The waist of my pants was hanging so low you could see the top of my pubes. I walked straight up to Jimmy. He dropped the pile of my stuff and immediately wrapped his big, muscular arms around me, rubbing my back as I gripped onto his. I buried my face into the thin, black fabric covering his chest, breathing into him, and felt a rush of warmth erupt through his skin into mine. I stopped shivering immediately and wished I could weld the two of us together like that.

    “Way to go, man!” he said as he rubbed my back. “You look fuckin’ awesome. I mean… uh… Looked. You looked fuckin’ awesome!”

    And that was it. That was the moment I felt it. Jimmy was into me. I was into him, too. But until that point neither or us had done or said anything that might indicate that either of us was into dudes. I don’t consider myself gay. I was attracted to guys and girls, and wasn’t a fan of labels. But I’d never had the guts to date a guy before or even to make moves on one. And it never occurred to me that Jimmy might’ve been gay or bi. He was just too… manly. And, yeah, I know that’s a stereotype and I’m aware that I totally fell into it, but that was how I felt. Until that moment, of course.

    Once I caught that little slip of the tongue and I saw him run his eyes up and down me, I felt the heat of attraction between us for the first time. We hadn’t done anything to change our relationship, not yet. But it was at that moment that I felt Jimmy had changed from being just my friend to being my lover.

    Jimmy and I hung out together the whole day. We went to a barbeque together, the campus bookstore together, and later that night we went to a sacred fire ceremony together. There’s a large Indigenous community in Thunder Bay and one of the elders came to perform the ceremony at a large fire pit on the edge of the campus. He said some really nice things about grounding our education in a desire for a better world. There were some songs. And then we all just got to enjoy the fire, the trees, the stars, and each other.

    It was late. Jimmy and I sat next to each other on the forest floor with our backs against an enormous birch tree watching the fire. A dozen other couples were doing the same on the edges of its glow. But were we a couple? I decided to find out.

    I put my hand on Jimmy’s thigh and looked up at him. He looked over at me and smiled. Then he put his hand on top of mine, leaned over, and kissed me. The kiss started off somewhat tentative, but the passion ratcheted up quickly. I felt Jimmy’s other hand come to the back of my neck and cup the base of my skull. I felt blood surging to my groin. Then I felt something move between my hand and Jimmy’s thigh. Beneath the fabric of his cargo shorts Jimmy was getting hard, too. I moved my hand to explore a little and… Holy shit! Jimmy was packing a monster!

    We broke the kiss and smiled at each other. Then I rested my head on Jimmy’s shoulder. He brought his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I continued slowly stroking his enormous, hardening penis over his clothes for a minute or two. Then I said,

    “Jimmy?”

    “Yeah, Ash?”

    “Wanna see my room?”

    He kissed the top of my head again and said, “Thought you’d never ask.”

    We didn’t get to my room nearly as quickly as we wanted to. The way my dorm was set up we had to go through the lounge/kitchen common area to get to my room. And by this time, three of my dorm mates had moved in and wanted to introduce themselves when we arrived on the scene. One of them, Brock, was on the varsity rugby team and was almost as eager to bro-down with Jimmy as I was to fuck him. The other two were named Julio and Mark. As Jimmy and I made our way down to my room at the end of the hall I wondered which one of them would be sharing a wall with me. Not that I planned on trying to keep quiet.

    The second we were alone in my room Jimmy pinned me up against the mirror on the back of my closed door and started making out with me. I slipped my hands under his shirt and dug my fingers into his broad, rocky back. His one hand gently cupped my face, the other grabbed at my ass through my jeans, squeezing it like a juiceable fruit. In a second our shirts went flying across the room and I was down on my knees undoing Jimmy’s shorts, the outline of his hardening penis poking against the fabric at his hip. I pulled down Jimmy’s shorts and underwear in one motion and out sprang the biggest, juiciest cock I’d ever laid eyes on! Bobbing before me was at least nine, thick inches of veiny, throbbing, uncut sex meat. Below that hung a pair of testicles that belonged on a young stallion, all of it wreathed in curly, golden fleece.

    “Holy shit, Jimmy!” I exclaimed, gently stroking it’s enormous length with both hands. “You got big all over!”

    He smirked down at me as I ran it’s tip over my lips and tongue. He moaned and his cock started leaking fuck juice in truly impressive quantities, so much that it was soon dripping off my chin as well. Then I started sucking his bulbous head while stroking his shaft and looking up into his eyes.

    “Oh… yes…” he moaned. “Awwwwe… fuck, Ash! Oh, yes!”

    Eventually I had half of his length in my mouth and I was gulping down his fuck juice like crazy. I mean, I guess some of it was my own saliva, but Jimmy was a real lube factory! At first I didn’t think I’d be able to take even half of his cock, but my throat felt so slick and warm. So I breathed deep, opened up, and swallowed Jimmy to the hilt, burying my nose in his musky, golden pubes.

    His head fell back and he let out a roar that would’ve left no doubt in my roommates’ minds what was going on in my room. He grabbed my head firmly in his hands and face fucked me for a minute or two, but he wanted more. So did I.

    Jimmy pulled his cock out of my throat. Damn! It looked even bigger than when it went in!

    “Get up!” he said.

    I stood up and Jimmy knelt down, tearing my jeans down to my ankles. My cock sprang into view, a respectable seven-incher, and Jimmy immediately swallowed it whole!

    “Aaaaaangh!” I groaned, grabbing onto his built trapezius for support as he hoovered my cock like a pornstar. I nearly came right then and there. It was like he was trying to suck my soul out through my penis. Then it got better. I felt Jimmy’s meaty hands grab my pert, swimmer’s butt. Then one of his fingers found its way to my hole and started pushing on my love button. Instinct took over and my hips started thrusting into Jimmy’s face. Soon there was nothing I could do. I was splooging down his throat. It felt like the biggest orgasm of my life! And Jimmy sucked it all down like liquid candy, smiling up at me as he pulled off my cock.

    I was panting like I’d just run a marathon, feeling like I was about to pass out, when Jimmy stood, scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me over to my bed. He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and slowly laid his sweaty, muscular bulk on top of me. He grabbed my hands in his and raised them over my head as he came down and kissed me. I tasted my own seed in his mouth and felt the enormous, leaky head of his cock underneath my balls at the bottom of my ass. His heavy, musky scent filled my lungs. The heat of his body pelted onto my skin like hot summer wind. Perspiration from his powerful, heaving chest dripped down onto me like warm, salty rain. I felt his cock thrust and stab, searching for my hole. My own cock was still rock hard and now sandwiched between our abdomens. The feeling of Jimmy’s sweaty, furry stomach rubbing against my cock, surrounding it with hard, slick muscles was almost enough to get me cumming again. Then I felt the huge, hot head of Jimmy’s penis push against the ring of my ass. There was a bit of pain and I gasped.

    “Oh, Jimmy,” I said, looking into his eyes. “I… I don’t know if I can.”

    He smiled down at me and said, in the softest, lowest rumble.

    “Don’t worry, Ash. I won’t hurt you. I’ll make it feel good. I’m gonna make you feel soooooo good.”

    I smiled back. I trusted him and he trusted me. Completely.

    I felt his cock throb and spew more fuck juice.

    “Good lord,” I thought. “This guy’s dick is a lube machine.”

    I’d fooled around with a few guys before and they didn’t leak anywhere near as much precum. Then my ass started to relax and feel all warm and tingly. Jimmy continued spewing more of his natural lube as he slowly applied more and more pressure. I felt myself open to him. The head of his cock pushed inside and there was no pain. Quite the opposite. Once he started leaking his fuck juice inside of me this rush of energizing warmth flooded my body. His cock seemed to get even harder. I sucked in a huge breath of air and suddenly I was cumming again, my cock spasming and shooting between the two walls of abdominal muscles that had been massaging it for the last while.

    “Oh, yeah…” Jimmy sighed. “Let it flow, man. That’s it.”

    Then he started pushing more forcefully, shoving his massive penis inside me inch by inch. Every hairsbreadth of movement he made sent waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. The head of his cock grazed by my prostate and just kept going, reaching deeper and deeper inside of me, releasing waves of bliss from places within me that I didn’t even know existed. All the while he gently kissed my neck and shoulders.

    Once his cock was finally fully buried inside of me he thrust hard, rocking my whole body up and down. He growled like a bear and smiled down at me.

    “There we go,” he said. “Ready for the real fun to begin?”

    “Oh, yeah,” I said, smiling and nodding, but a small part of me genuinely wondered if my body could handle what was coming. Jimmy released my hands and put his down onto the mattress, supporting his weight with his arms. My hands immediately went to his bulging triceps and shoulders, alternately caressing and clawing at them.

    Jimmy started thrusting slowly, his powerful hips moving just fractions of an inch. He closed his eyes and let out a long, sexy moan.

    “Unnnnnngh… Oh, Ash. You feel so fucking good. Ohhhh… this feel so fucking… right!”

    “Yeah, it sure does,” I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into the top of his ass.

    “Now give it to me, Jimmy!” I said forcefully. “I’m a big boy now. I’m ready. I can take it.”

    “Ohhhhh… YES!” Jimmy cried, taking his thrusting into the next gear.

    In a minute or two we were fucking like pornstars. Sweat dripping, fingers clawing, flesh slapping –you name it! To my surprise I came a third time. The second my splooge left my dick, Jimmy paused and sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils, like he could smell it or something, like he was getting high off it! Then he exhaled crying,

    “Awwwe, fuck yeah!”

    He reared up onto his knees, pulled me toward him, grabbed one of my ankles in each hand and started fucking me from a different angle. Now I could see Jimmy’s godly torso in full action. His abs rolled as he thrust his might cock in and out of me, his abdomen glazed with my freshly brewed spunk all the way down to his crotch. His back and shoulders were so wide that his torso literally filled my vision.

    I had lost track of time. I had no idea how long we’d been fucking. An hour? Two? Three? Jimmy’s staying power was unbelievable and all the while that we fucked his dick continued to pump out more and more natural lube, like he was having a slow, constant orgasm. Fucking me from this new angle, though, I could tell that Jimmy was about to release the flood gates. His thrusting became more primal, more urgent.

    “Oh, Ash,” he cried. “I never stopped thinking about you. I never thought I’d see you again. Looking at you now, you make me so fucking proud of you. I just knew you could do it. I just knew you’d become a… Ungh… Ungh… UNGHHHHH!!!”

    Jimmy thrust deeply, practically bending me in half as his cock exploded inside of me. The force of his orgasm was unreal! I could actually feel individual jets of his sperm splash against my insides. It was like I had a supersoaker up there or something! Feeling this super stud breed me, my cock went electric for a fourth time, spraying jizz all over my chest.

    “Oh, fuck, Jimmy!” I cried. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

    I’d never cum so much in my life! But the volume of Jimmy’s semen was almost unbelievable. I didn’t count how many shots he’d fired, but by the time he was done my lower abdomen actually felt a little full. He collapsed on top of me, his hard cock still inside me, still slowly pulsing, filling me with his seed. I wrapped my limbs around him, gently caressing his back and shoulders as his breathing slowed. After a minute or two his cock began to soften and he slowly pulled himself out of me. I expected a flood of semen to escape. I expected my ass to be as loose as a jacket sleeve. But it was the exact opposite. The second Jimmy’s cock left me my ass closed up tightly, keeping all of his juices inside.

    Then Jimmy rolled onto the tiny mattress between me and the wall. I rolled on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest, hearing his powerful heartbeat slow. Our skin was damp from perspiration and sticky from my jizz. I thought I’d feel tired –exhausted. After moving in all my stuff, all that running around, and then hours of the most athletic sex I could imagine, I thought I’d feel tired at the very least. But somehow I felt this wholesome sort of energy spreading throughout my body, like I’d just digested a really good meal.

    “Oh, Jimmy… That was… amazing! I never thought anything could feel this good.”

    “I’ve never felt this good,” he replied immediately. “I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have found you again.”

    He hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

    “I feel the same way,” I said, grabbing his hand and kissing it. “What were you gonna say earlier?”

    “Huh?”

    “Well, right before you came buckets inside of me, you were saying you knew I would become something. What were you saying?”

  • A Prince’s Pride

    Chapter Fifty-two

    *Riley*

    Riley paces her bedroom, Gavin sitting on the bed watching her. She’s been doing this for several minutes, not saying anything.

    “I don’t see why you’re so upset with me,” says Gavin. “I know I didn’t tell you about my stepfather, but—”

    His words cut off as Riley stops pacing and glares at him.

    “Gavin, it’s been weeks. Weeks. You’ve lived here, we’ve gone on dates. I’m pregnant with your child, for the Gods’ sakes.”

    “I just didn’t want it to change anything between us. Because it doesn’t have to, you know.”

    “Oh, sure it does,” says Riley, scathingly. “It changes everything. Especially since your father—”

    “—stepfather—”

    “—just proposed marriage to me on your behalf. I can’t say no. Unifying Pensia is a dream of my brother’s.”

    “He will still join the Empire of Theo, whether or not we get married. My stepfather has always spoken highly of Midoor. And with the threat of Phoebe on the horizon, the way she’s made her rounds through every country, he’d rather have your protection as a country within the empire itself than as a simple ally.”

    “Do you even want to get married?” asks Riley, walking toward him. “Do you think we’re ready for that?”

    “I think so. I’ve already told you, Riley,” Gavin stands and grabs Riley’s hands, staring into her eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you in Sandalia. You’re smart, strong, and braver than anyone I’ve ever met. You’re going to make a great queen—” he places a hand on her stomach, “—and a magnificent mother.”

    Riley smiles at him, still unsure. Are they actually ready for this? Is she? Or is the willingness to marry so quickly creeping up inside her due to the baby in her stomach?

    “You don’t have to make a decision right now. We can wait until after your coronation. Take your time, okay?”

    Riley nods, a smile forcing its way onto her mouth. 

    “Let’s go downstairs. The dinner will be starting soon.”

    She nods again and lets Gavin place a kiss on her lips.

    Ten minutes later, Riley enters the banquet hall. The servants have been hard at work all day and a feast sits before her on several tables. When she enters, everyone rises to their feet; a gesture usually reserved for the monarch. A twinge of annoyance hits her, but she pushes it down. It’s more than likely she’ll be queen in a couple of weeks. Maybe she should just let it happen.

    Invited to the feast are King Mennite and a couple of his governmental dignitaries, whose names Riley doesn’t know; her mother, of course; the Small Council; and a smattering of noblemen and women who are close to the Crown.

    “Good evening,” says Riley, taking her place at the head of the table. When she sits, Gavin to her right, her mother to her left, so do all her guests. 

    Immediately, the servants get to work, filling her wine and water cup. A salad is served to everyone as a starter. Riley eats, but isn’t paying much attention to it. She could be eating cardboard and it wouldn’t make much difference to her.

    “It’s so good to be back in Midoor,” says King Mennite. “I haven’t been here since you were thirteen, Your Highness.”

    “We welcome you, Your Majesty,” says Riley. “I apologize for my outburst earlier today. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and lost my composure.”

    “Understandable. I remember when I was but a prince and my father, Gods rest his soul, left me in charge of Daila for a short time. By far the most infuriating thing is trying to navigate around instructions he left the rest of the country without my ability to circumvent them.”

    Riley smiles at this. She’s experienced the same thing, such as the flood of citizens reporting directly to her about anything remotely related to Phoebe. 

    “I do wish to pose a question to you,” says Riley. “Being on opposite sides of the continent, Sandalia and Daila have never really had much interaction. How are you finding your relations now that Sultan Rija is in place?”

    “Our dealings are much more agreeable with him in charge, as opposed to when his father was running the country. It’s been a great change. I sincerely appreciate you allowing us passage through Midoor for trading purposes.”

     

    Riley sits in the monarch’s chair in the Small Council Chambers, looking at the members of the Council.

    “This railroad here,” says Yora, pointing to a map on the table, “will be instrumental in connecting Sandalia and Daila. We’ll add a switch track here—” she points to a spot to the northeast of Crown City, “—which will allow trains to divert toward either the Southern Tribes or the Lower Reach, connecting all of Pensia along the rail lines.”

    “This was an excellent idea, Your Majesty,” Cora says to Riley. 

    “Emperor Aaron has already tasked his Lawmaster with drawing up laws regarding travel between the five countries of the Theonian Empire,” says Dellrie. “With Midoor as the Heart of the Empire, we will be expected to regulate much of the travel. I propose we build a train station hub at the intersection and instill a small garrison there.”

    “I agree,” says Riley. “Get it done.”

    “Of course, Your Majesty.”

     

    When the vision ends, Riley finds herself looking at her guests, several of them looking at her with concern.

    “Are you alright, Your Highness?” asks King Mennite. 

    “Of course. I’m just tired,” replies Riley. She glances at her mother and sees a knowing smile there. This vision wasn’t nearly as invasive as the one she’d had about her coronation. But seeing this come to fruition was very good.

    An international rail system would be instrumental in unifying the countries. And, if her vision was true, the Southern Tribes and Daila will join the Empire of Theo. Does this mean she marries Gavin?

    “I’d like to make a toast,” says Riley, lifting her wine glass. Everyone at the table follows suit. “I would like to toast to our future, wherever it may lead. To Midoor, to Daila, to the Empire of Theo.”

    *Aaron*

    “It doesn’t matter. The spell is already enacted. You’re too late.”

    As Phoebe speaks, a gong-like sound rings throughout the clearing. We turn toward the mass of bodies which begin to writhe and, as the phials sink into their chests, groan. 

    The Hellions rise, gray with ragged skin and sunken eyes, turning to us. Phoebe lets out a maniacal laughter as they begin to walk toward us, their limbs and faces twitching. 

    The one nearest us leans down, hands on the ground. Fire erupts over his body and he lunges, heading straight for Milo. 

    I leap into action, sword in hand and swing it through the side of the Hellion. The blade sinks into its flesh, cutting straight through. I look to the sword in my hand and find just a hilt; the blade has been melted away. 

    “That won’t work!” says Piper,  pushing Aaron out of the way. She lifts her right fist and incants. A six-foot long whip of fire bursts from it, hanging limply. She twirls, lashing the Hellion in the chest, cutting open a deep gash. 

    “Aaron!” shouts Milo. I look to where he’s standing, holding a branch. He incants and the branch transforms into a sword, which he throws to me. When I turn back to the Hellion, the gash has been split open, revealing a pure white phial inside its chest.

    “Now, Aaron!” shouts Piper. I rush forward and plunge the sword into the Hellion’s phial. With an unearthly screech that vibrates within my chest, the Hellion dies, exploding into a cloud of dust.

    We don’t have time to celebrate, though. Three more take its place, facing off against Milo, Piper, and myself, their extremities twitching, mouths agape, sightless eyes set on us.

    “Enough of this,” says Milo, stepping forward.

    As he prepares to cast whatever spell he’s thinking of—something lightning-based no doubt, knowing him—I take quick stock of the fight around us.

    This clearing is enormous. We’ve surrounded the Hellions on all sides, a small group of which are clustered around Phoebe, but they outnumber us at least four to one. Most of them are still piled on top of each other, clambering to their feet and stumbling as if drunk or as if woken up from a long sleep. Even still, the ones that fight my soldiers and the Ur’ali are winning. 

    Milo shouts an incantation, his hands splayed before him, and I was right. Arcs of lightning erupt over the three Hellions before us. Their wails join the sounds of battle around us, echoing as if the sound waves are crashing against each other. I can’t help it—I have to clamp my hands over my ears.

    When the lightning dissipates, the Hellions seem mostly unscathed, though their bodies smoke slightly. Milo incants again and a bright burst of white energy erupts from his hands, enveloping the Hellions. They screech again. This time, parts of their skin have lost their fire and are translucent, showing decaying organs inside. On one, I can see the phial. I rush forward and stab my sword through it, jumping back before the others can attack as the third bursts into dust. Two more step forward to take their fallen companion’s place.

    Milo used his most powerful magic against them and this is the result? How are we supposed to defeat them?

    “They’re not even at full strength yet,” says Piper. “They’re groggy from being freshly reanimated.”

    I look behind her to see a Ur’ali soldier, grabbed by both arms, ripped cleanly in half by two Hellions.

    “What will they be like when they’re fully awake?” I ask. “And why aren’t these four attacking us?”

    The four Hellions in front of us watch us, but haven’t attacked. The answer to my question hits me when I see Phoebe’s face, twisted into an expression of sadistic ecstasy.

    “She wants to make us watch her minions destroy our soldiers,” I say.

    “Phoebe can control them with her thoughts. They can hear her will,” says Piper. “She’s the key to this. We have to stop her.”

    Piper takes a step forward and the Hellions lean, ready to pounce.

    “I’ll open their chests and you kill them. Taking on four will be a challenge,” she says. “Milo, I’ll need your help.” After a moment, she adds, “Milo?”

    I turn to Milo, but he isn’t there.

    “Milo?!” I shout, looking around, but don’t see him anywhere.

    “We don’t have time to find him; he’ll be alright.”

    “If you’re intent on attacking me, sister,” says Phoebe, “I’ll make you work for it.” Several more Hellions move around her, no doubt for added protection for when Milo reveals himself. I sure hope he has a plan.

    The first Hellion leaps, heading straight for me.

    *Milo*

    “I’ll open their chests and you kill them,” says Piper, holding her whip ready. “Taking on four will be a challenge. Milo, I’ll need your help.”

    “I’m ready,” I say. 

    “Milo?” asks Piper after a moment’s pause.

    “I said, ‘I’m ready,’” I repeat.

    Aaron’s head whips around, his eyes passing right over me, then he shouts, “Milo?!”

    “Aaron, I’m right here!” I say, annoyed. I know the sounds of battle are loud, but were only six feet apart.

    “We don’t have time to find him; he’ll be alright,” says Piper.

    “Guys, I’m right next to—”

    “They can’t hear you,” says a voice behind me.

    I turn on my heel and am face-to-face with a tall, pale, dark-haired man. I’ve never met him before, but I know immediately who he is.

    “Malexis,” I say. He smiles and opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t give him a chance. I summon up my will and throw my hands forward, sending a blast of pure white energy at him, but it misses because he’s suddenly three feet to the right. Piper was right; he can move in the blink of an eye.

    I hear Aaron scream behind me and turn. He’s on the ground, a Hellion baring at him. Piper is too busy fighting two to see he’s in trouble. The fourth appears to be gazing at the stars.

    I move forward to help Aaron, but Prince Krayden beats me to it. He incants, slamming his foot on the ground. Three spikes of rock emerge, pinioning the Hellion between them, crushing it. When the spikes recede back into the Earth, the Hellion’s dust corpse floats on to Aaron.

    “You wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyway,” says Malexis. I jump, turn and take several steps from him. He was so close, I could feel his lips brush against the back of my ear.

    “What did you do to me?” I ask. “Why can’t they hear me?”

    “I’ve siphoned off just enough power from the nexus to cloak us. They can’t see, hear, or interact with you. I just want to talk.”

    “I have nothing to say to you and I don’t want to hear what you have to say unless it’s, ‘I surrender, take me away.’”

    Malexis lets out a soft chuckle that somehow raises the hair on the back of my neck and fills my chest with warmth at the same time.

    “I’m here to help you, Milo, but we don’t have long. This type of cloaking is difficult and if I keep it up too long, I’ll be unable to hold back our common enemy. He’s always there, just on the horizon, waiting for his chance to strike.”

    “Who is?”

    “Ah, ah, ah,” says Malexis, waggling a finger at me. “All in due time. I had hoped you would be able to stop Phoebe before she rose the Hellions. Now, it’s all up to you. You can defeat them. All of them.”

    “How? And why would you help me?”

    “As I told Piper: I need you. I need your potential. You see, Milo, you are in the beginning phases of becoming a paragon.”

    “I know. I overheard you through a communication phial. I reversed it.”

    “You were able to manipulate another witch’s magic and subvert it for your own means? You’re even farther along than I thought you were.”

    I realize he’s right. I didn’t enchant that phial. What I did would take extraordinary magic.

    “You’ve displayed your potential before,” Malexis explains, “in similar circumstances. When Zelda tried to kill Aaron, you released your potential for the first time, but you weren’t ready for it. Subverting Piper’s magic was just another, small way of doing it. Canceling this spell is your next test.”

    “Test?”

    “Yes, Milo. Everything I’ve done, every task I’ve led Phoebe in, has been about you. About getting you to this point.”

    “You created the Red Hand?”

    “Oh, no. If I had, they wouldn’t have failed. I only started guiding Phoebe when she first left the throne room. She called out to me, asked me for help. When she described what you did, I knew what you were. She just thought Piper cast some kind of spell, granting you power you couldn’t control. But I knew you were like me. On your way to become a paragon.”

    I hear Aaron call out again and turn. He’s backed away from a Hellion, a bleeding mark on his face. 

    I feel Malexis behind me before he speaks.

    “Watch him,” he says. “Watch the love of your life, your husband, your everything, as he fights a futile battle.”

    He isn’t wrong about it being futile. Four Hellions are approaching him now. Oswald, who stands nearby, fights alongside a Ur’ali soldier, but they’re outnumbered. Exavier, near the edge of the clearing, has to step over a fallen Midoorian, trying to keep distance from six Hellions bearing down on him. Nobody can hear his cries for help. Piper, her face drenched in sweat, swings her whip, slashing open as many Hellions’ chests as she can, making openings for the soldiers around her.

    For every one Hellion our side kills, two of ours die.

    My eyes find Aaron. I’ve never seen him this afraid before. Is it for himself, or for me? Is he wondering where I am right now, though I’m only a few feet away from him? Is he wondering if he’s going to die, leaving Theo without a father? Is he wondering if Theo, Riley, his mother, and all of our citizens are going to die by Phoebe’s army?

    Because that’s what I’m thinking about as I turn back to Malexis.

    “Tell me what to do,” I say.

    “You might not be able to feel your potential yet, so I’m going to slip you some of mine. Don’t worry, not enough to do anything more than show you where it hides within.”

    Malexis takes a step closer to me, though he was less than a foot away. I don’t flinch when he brings a finger to my chin and lifts my head so I’m looking him dead in the eyes. I’m not ready for his lips to be pressed against mine. I thought his skin would be cold, but his touch is warm, like a blanket hanging in the sun.

    As I close my eyes, I feel energy leak from him and trickle into myself and feel a well of power I didn’t know was there burn to life. I open my eyes and Malexis is gone.

    “Milo!” shouts Aaron. I turn to him. “Where have you—” But he stops speaking, looking at my face. Two Hellions grab him and he roars in pain as the fire scalds his flesh. I flick my hands open, directing them at the Hellions and the explode into dust.

    A small portion of Malexis’s potential leaves me. I know I have to use the rest to destroy every Hellion in the clearing. I take several steps back, Aaron’s eyes still trained on me, and clap.

    The clap echoes within the clearing and time seems to stand still. Every eye turns to me and every face reflects the expression on Aaron’s face. Awestruck, mixed with fear.

    A glow starts between my hands, pressed together. I begin to pull them apart, and a light like a blinding white sun stretches between them. I clap my hands together and pull them apart quickly, sending the searing power of my potential exploding from them. The shockwave sweeps over the clearing.

    Hundreds of screeching, wailing, cries of agonized torment ring out, a discordant symphony of torment as every single Hellion. All 314—for I can count them now, swept up in the might of my potential—die in unison. With an downward flourish of my hands, I send the dust cloud that was once our greatest threat to the Earth below, inert, harmless. Dead.

    “No!” Phoebe shouts as I feel the last vestiges of Malexis’s potential fade away. But I still feel mine. Not the entirety of it, but it’s a new well of power I can access when I need.

    The Midoorians and Ur’ali surround us, standing here and there among the dead. I glance quickly around and see there are eight Midoorian soldiers, not counting Aaron, Oswald, Exavier, Mulan, Piper, or myself, and a handful of Ur’ali soldiers, including Prince Krayden, still alive. The Ur’ali outnumber us, but they had more magical practitioners. 

    We all turn to Phoebe, sure she’ll be looking at me, angry at me for what I did. But the sight before me makes my blood run cold. Malexis stands before Phoebe, his hand buried in her chest. With a violent tug, he rips her heart from her body and she falls backward.

    “No!” yells Piper, echoing her sister’s previous shout. She runs forward and drops to Phoebe’s side. 

    Phoebe is still alive, somehow, but breathing raggedly. The heart in Malexis’s hand is glowing and beating loudly enough for me to hear.

    “I’m sorry, sister,” says Phoebe. “I’m sorry for Corinth. I always did what I thought was best.”

    “Why? Why did you have to do it, Phoebe? We could have done something else.”

    “I just wanted them to pay for what they did…to us…”

    “Phoebe, stay with me, please.” Piper looks up at Malexis. “Give it back! Give me her heart!”

    “No can do,” says Malexis. “This was the price of Phoebe’s failure. We made a deal. I tell her how to raise an army to defeat Midoor and she does so. If not, I get her power.”

    “Sister,” Phoebe says weakly. “I love you.”

    “How touching,” says Malexis. 

    I step forward, reaching down into that well of potential. It’s harder to find without Malexis’s helping hand, but I dip into.

    “Ah, ah, ah,” says Malexis, stalling me. I don’t know where it came from, but he’s holding a long, acid-green phial.

    “That’s the phial, Milo. If he breaks it—”

    “Theo dies,” Aaron finishes in a dark voice.

    I don’t release my hold on my potential. Instead, I use it, waving my hand, and sending a small wave of energy into the phial. It glows brightly, then dulls to clear, then shatters.

    “There. It can’t hurt Theo now,” I say, sure Malexis will be angry and start to prepare myself for a fight, but Malexis starts laughing.

    “Yes, Milo, yes! Everything is going according to plan!”

    “You wanted me to destroy the phial?” I ask.

    “Of course. That phial was never about blackmailing Piper. I knew she’d tell you about it. I wanted you to destroy it, to practice touching your potential. I told you, Milo, this is all about you. About your potential.”

    “I’ll never let you steal my power,” I say.

    “Oh, Milo, I need your power right where it is. If I take it, my dark potential will infect your light potential. I need both to get our revenge.”

    “What do you mean, ‘our revenge’?”

    “In due time, Milo, in due time. But first…”

    He grabs a fistful of his dark shirt and pulls, ripping it from his body. Even in my numb disbelief, I can’t help but admire him. He’s ripped, even more so than Aaron. Lean with a body sculpted by the Gods themselves. His abs are thrown into sharp relief by the eerie lights around the clearing.

    He draws a finger down the middle of his chest, leaving a cut, though no blood seeps out, then pulls his skin aside to reveal a horrible sight: inside his chest under a pure white skeletal ribcage beats a large mass of hearts, all clumped together beneath the bones. He places Phoebe’s heart inside and begins to push his chest closed.

    “Phoebe!” shouts Piper, shaking her sister, but it’s obvious she’s dead. Piper screams out in rage and jumps to her feet, holding her hands out toward Malexis. She shouts an incantation and white blue flames erupt from her palms.

    Malexis screams in agony and tries to step away from Piper. His foot catches on a dead body and he falls over backward. Piper’s spell ends and she lets out a heavy breath. Clearly, this new spell was far powerful than her normal fire.

    Malexis lays on his back, his skin black in places, and peeling. He’s groaning even though his skin is already healing.

    “Piper, hit him with it again!” shouts Aaron.

    Piper starts to raise her hands again, but Malexis vanishes in the blink of an eye.

    *Aaron*

    We return to Kr’fait. As Milo promised, the phial did nothing to Theo. I find him safe and sound in Olivia’s arms, the phial Piper made still glowing. Though we decided moving the bodies of our soldiers can wait until morning, Piper transported Phoebe’s body somewhere. She wants to bury her sister in peace. I don’t blame her, nor do I blame her for being upset at her sister’s death.

    I would most certainly have ordered her execution anyway. How could I have done otherwise, with all the pain and misery she inflicted on everyone around her? But to die like that? Nobody deserves that.

    Milo and I enter the throne room to find Queen Allandra sitting upon her throne, completely naked. 

    “We’re not taking our clothes off this time,” I tell her. “Phoebe Dylan is dead. Please give us the Sword of All and we’ll head straight back to Midoor.”

    “You don’t seem happy about your victory over the witch,” says Allandra, standing up and striding toward us.

    “We have a much bigger enemy to worry about now,” says Milo. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, we just want to go home. We’ve handed some transportation phials to our Magical Corps soldiers and they’ll help you bring your dead back here to Kr’fait in the morning before transporting ours back to Midoor. As for Aaron, Olivia, Theo, and me, we’re leaving tonight.”

    “Yes, Krayden told me about the paragon. If it is true that we have a foe such as he on our doorstep, it is only through true unity we can stand against him. That is why I come before you, my emperor, in the nude.” Allandra drops to her knee and looks up at me. “I swear fealty to you, Emperor Aaron, and am honored to join the Ur’ali with the Empire of Theo. We will not, however, change our laws to suit yours.”

    “You have no laws I want to change, Allandra,” I say, waving for her to stand up. I’m glad she’s joining the empire, but I feel numb. The Sword of All, which can cut through magic, would have been instrumental against the Hellions. It would have been instrumental against Phoebe. Against Malexis? What can we do against a demigod?

    Then, I look to Milo. At least we have one of our own, but that power terrifies me. The look on Milo’s face when he was, to use his words, touching his potential was scary. It was the same face he’d worn when he tried to kill Zelda what feels like a million years ago.

    “So,” says Allandra, standing up. “Now you’ve got the Lower Reach, Sandalia, the Ur’ali, and Midoor within your empire. That’s quite a lot to handle.”

    “I’m going to make my sister Queen of Midoor upon my return. I have to focus all my efforts on fighting Malexis. Hopefully, we can convince King Mennite to join us as well. If we all pool our resources, maybe we can stop him.”

    “You have the might of the Ur’ali on your side, emperor. Many of my people will not like that we have joined you, but I am hopeful they will see the benefits. After all, Mother knows best.”

    *Malexis*

    Malexis appears on the floor of his lair, a cave deep in the Lower Reach. Parts of his flesh are melted or blackened, peeling from his body. On his left side, a large section is burned away entirely, though his hearts are undamaged.

    “That was…clever of you,” says Malexis to the empty cave, climbing laboriously to his feet. He stumbles to a chair near a desk littered with books and papers. Sitting down hard on the wooden chair, he begins running his hands over the ruined flesh, leaving it whole and unblemished in their wake.

    “But not clever enough, I’m afraid.” He takes a deep breath as he regrows the skin on his side and, once whole, snaps his fingers. A glass and a bottle full of amber liquid appear. He pours a healthy measure into the glass and throws it back, swallowing it down in one.

    “I know what you did, you know, but it won’t help you. I’ll still win. You think you can regain control, but you can’t. You’re nothing.

    “There’s no one who has the power to stop me now. Not Aaron, not Piper, not Milo.” He pours another glass and takes a sip, then he lifts his middle finger and points it to the ceiling, letting out a soft chuckle.

    “And not even you, Mr. Author.”


    Author’s Note:

    Sorry about the delay with this chapter. We had a really bad storm here last night that affected my internet, so I couldn’t post it. 

    -Ottie

  • With Room Mate

    Hi Readers today i will tell you about my story how i intimated with my room mate after our work.

    This is my first story sharing about my experience with you. Kindly Excuse in case of grammatical mistakes. Let me describe my self to you, I am pandit working as a IT Employee with medium looks with 5.8′ height and 85 Kg weight with little chubby looks with 5′ inches cock with medium size. 

      From my college days on wards i am little introvert i will not close to any people that much easily after joining in job that shyness little bit reduced now i can freely talk with people around me. It was start 2 Months back, For job purpose i was Relocated my local friend introduced his friend name Surya to me as he is also doing the work in same building. He is looking for a Room Which is near to office My friend asked me to keep him in my room for some days , He is looks good with nice ass and nice manly boobs. I said to Surya that he can share the room with me as i was staying single in penthouse which is near to office. 

    After two days he come with his luggage  to stary with me for some days, After that i showed him all the near by places when we both are free. I have a Bike to roam all over the city in night time, after some days he received a call from his parents as some Emergency to one of his family member so he went to his home town to see him. I forgot to mention that i have a habit of sleeping nude in bed due to him i was was not able to sleep nude. So after he leave i was sleeping nude and roam nude in house. After 15 days with out any Information he return to  house. we having the habit to keep the spare key near by plant pot. He tried to call me and knock the door multiple time but i was in deep sleep due to little bit of high work last night with the spare keys he entered into the house. He did not have any clue that i am  sleeping nude in bed under the blanket. After  fresh up he directly went to kitchen to prepare coffee for both after preparing the coffee we came to me to wakeup due to power cut the room is little bit hot so my blanket is not covered fully. He saw my half sleep cock and standing silently for some time after he speak with bit high volume i cam from the sleep and saw him with a coffee on his hand i came to sense and coved by body with blanket. he kept the cup a side and went silently. I thing he did not notice my but i was wrong. after fresh up i have take the coffee cup and joined with him at balcony asking about the person health and all. 

    The days are passing like nothing due to project handover i was not able to go to house for two days. staying in my friends room to close the work soon. After two days i reached the home when i reached there i was stunned to see Surya was sleep nude in bed with but plug on his ass and he forgot to close tv as gay move is playing on tv. My mind is completely filled with Surya with nice ass and white skin tone i have taken two pics of him in that position . Immediately i pretended not arrived i went outside and came back next morning and knock the house door after 5 min he came and open the door with tee and sorts. After i went to room it is arranged in good share with nice room freshener. After i understand  why his behavior was different after he arrived from his home. He was completely changed as we was trying to see me when i was doing exercise in balcony and trying to touch me and my cock previously i did not noticed those much . After the incedent i understand those looks and his feeling towards me.

    After two days due to heavy rain and wind he came to me and asked as he want to sleep next to as he was in fear due to sounds and lightning i also grabbed the opportunity and told him ok and also said him i have a habit of  sleeping nude in bed he also said i too having a habit of sleeping with boxers only . so he came to my bed and started to sleep next to me due to rain the power is also not available in house only some power saving ceiling light are working. those lights are created the room with some extra romantic feeling. in sleep he was turned around and put the hand on me i did not said anything and  after he tried to touch my cock with his hand i put his hand aside and again sleep again some time i was feeling that his ass is touching my cock  due to that action my cock is rock hard and i was not able to sleep i saw him i was pretending like he is sleeping after some time i put the hand on his boobs pressed slightly he did not said anything after that i pressed with some strength he slightly moomed and open his eyes. after that he come close to me and opened his mouth and kissed me that feeling was different and romantic i broke the kiss after 5 min he said he cannot handle this he is eagerly waiting after he saw me nude on that day. after i did french kiss for some time that time he was roaming his hands all over my chest  after he touched my cock and said it was like as hot rod just now coming out from the furnace.

    i Broke the kiss and started to remove his boxer in no time he little cock come out after he come between my legs and started to suck my cock and i was playing with his boobs he is sucking very good and nice as like a pro for some time after we both came to 69 position he is sucking my cock and i was rimming his ass hole and inserted single finger inside the glory hole and he was sounds like ahh ahh ummm. the act continued for 10 min and told him that i was cumming he did not moved his mouth so i empty my juices in his mouth he drinked all the juices and some are over his lips after he kissed me and shared some of my juice to me only.  i Told him that i was waiting for this moment to enjoy with you after i saw you in bed with but plug he was shocked and asked when did you saw me and all and i showd he images which i was taken on that day. He feel little bit embarrassed and  asked me to fuck him. i grabbed the lube from my desk and applied to dick and also some applied to his ass hole also due to fingering the is little bit wide open immediately i inserted my cock in his ass first it was tight after pushing with high effort it went inside he was shouted and i was closed his mouth with my mouth and stayed cam for 5 min  again start little bit to and fro motion. still my full cock not entered in his ass. after two to three strokes it went inside it was moving very slowing during this his eye are watering due to pain after some time pain was replaced with pleasured he is also enjoying the feel and i was in cloud nine at that moment. after some time i cam to missionry position and fucking him with speed and he is mooming like ahh ahhhhh ummmm uhhh, this is happen for next 20 min and said i am cumming in his ass he also did not said anything. after that my cock was limp and came out of the ass and my sperms are also coming from his ass. he felt relaxed still his cock is not cummed so i took his cock into my hands and started to do hand-job he feels good after 5 min he released his thick cum from his cock and it fall on his chest and stomach and i licked his cum it tastes good so i licked his chest clean and sleep next to him.

    he said that he is feeling grate after this and slept on my chest like hugging me i too sleep and i too did not noticed the time at that time. after some time  i have a fleeing that somebody was sucking my cock i opened my eye and saw that Surya is sucking my cock with happy like a baby. same time i grabbed his ass and rimming his ass hole for some time now he came on top of me and started to ride my cock in cow girl position that seen looks beautiful as his man boobs are moving crazy and i was pressing the boobs and sucking the nipples after 10 min he felt tried and slow i turned him to bed and put his one led on my shoulder and fucking him for next 20 min and cum in his mouth he taken all into his mouth and i collapsed next to him on bed. He said you are the lucky guy that taken my virginity. i felt grate and asked who teach you about the but plug and all. He feel shy and said my dad teach me all these things. He teach me how to blow job and ass rimming but he never fucked me . you are the first guy that fucked me. Now the time is 5’Clock. we hugged in spooning position and sleep that night.


    this is the part one i will written the next story based on the reviews and comments

  • SexCraft

    “SexCraft”

    The Awakenings

    By

    Garie W W McKinney 

    Chapter 1 

    My Dad owns an electrical wiring installation company called, “Hog’s Grief Electrical Wiring Co.”, for new homes and businesses in Plainview, Texas. Plainview is located in the God-forsaken panhandle of Northern Texas between Amarillo and Lubbock. My Dad and Mom divorced about a year ago and we all seem to be happier without all the arguments and bitchin’ they constantly did day in and day out.

    One of my Dad’s workmen, Mike, lost almost everything he owned in some money deal that nobody will talk about and, due to my Dad’s soft heart, Mike will be living with us for a while. Usually, when someone my Dad knows needs a place to crash, they’d be put in an upstairs guest bedroom. But the upstairs’ air conditioning unit isn’t working very good, so Mike’s bunkin’ with me. It kinda pissed me off at first ’cause my room isn’t large enough for the two men. So my privacy had to be tossed out the window. Oh, did I say – I was pissed off? Well, that changed when he arrived, and I gotta really good look at him. 

    Being a horny, 18 year old Gay dude, privacy doesn’t matter much under these circumstances. Ya see, Mike’s a totally fine lookin’ and actin’ man. Rough attitude, deep voice, slightly chubby, hairy body, full beard, and, all of his hair is very dark ginger. Plus, he wears no deodorant or cologne – just pure man scent. I kinda like being with Mike in close quarters. It’s so fuckin’ hot how his belly sticks out just a little bit over his cowboy belt and, he has these small love handles. Grrr, what a turn on.

    He’s an easy-going guy, kinda funny at times, but in a goofy Texan cowboy way. He calls me a little colt, teenage girls are heifers, women are bitches or old cows, and men like him are stallions or bears. and, there are groups of people he puts in a pile of cow patties. Now, cow patties can be used for lots of good things, like fire fuel, and Frisbee throwing. It’s just the idea of what they’re made of, you know, cow shit.

    He’s got a good lookin’ face, not particularly pretty, just a handsome, hard-working face. He doesn’t give a fuck what anybody thinks about him. Man, it’s a big turn-on for me – boner city!

    There are times I swear he’s looking at me just a little bit too long. But hell, what does that mean, if anything? All I know is it turns me on. Yeah, there’s definitely something in the way he looks at me.

    Every afternoon at around 5, Mike gets home from his job as an installer’s helper at my Dad’s business. After working all day in this heatwave we’re having, he needs to take a long shower to relax and remove his day’s worth of sweat and man-scent. But at first, when he walks in my door, he smells so good. I’d like to rip off his clothes and give him a tongue bath. After that, he wouldn’t need no shower. Huh, there’s that boner again. 

    Okay, get a grip on yourself, Garrett. Here he comes out of my bathroom. Just like every day, he’s as naked as a jaybird. I’ll do my usual best to pretend I’m busy and not to take peeks at his naked body. After he’s through drying, dressing, and, taking occasional peeks at me with big grins, we go to the dining room at precisely 6:45 and, have supper with my Dad that our longtime cook, Mrs. Easson, fixes for us. 

    After eating, Mike leaves and usually won’t get back until around Midnight. That makes more “alone time” for me to look at my big selection of porn magazines and adult paperback books – all straight porn. That’s right, no Gay porn in my room. Even though I’ve known for years I was Gay. I don’t want to be called a homo, queer, or sissy-girl by my Dad if he found Gay porn in my room. 

    Dad and, me have always been good buddies. We did a lot of things together, so at least we both had that to hold on to ever since the divorce. Wouldn’t want to screw that good thing up, not right now. After all, he’s the only person in the world who has my back, and vice-versa. 

    Last year, when I was 16, my new dream was to become a star Linebacker on my high school’s junior football team. It was groovy, man. I was around guys who were like me. and, we had a lot of fun, smoked a lot of pot, told dirty stories about fuckin’ girls. Yeah, my team members and, me were tight, and we got together to party every weekend or whenever we could. 

    Linebackers gotta build muscles, and be strong enough to get most of the players on defense lined up correctly, as well as stopping the run and the pass. And, I’m gonna be the best damn Linebacker ever on our senior team. After nine months of pumping iron, these muscles are pretty damn big and I’m ready to do my job on the senior team. 

    After I graduate from High School, I’ll get the hell out of this dead town and move to Houston. I’ve heard of the Montrose area where lots of Gays live or just hangout. I hope I’ll be able to attract some hunky dudes, just wait and see. I gotta get out of here. Plainview is Fucks-view. There’s nothing around here but Denny Jean’s Honey Bacon Processing Hog Plant, and, there’s Texas Tech University, 45 miles down Highway 87 in Lubbock with a whole shit load of hot young cowboys, farmers, scientists, even medical students. Some of them are the roughest-toughest young Gay men I’ve seen. Of course, I haven’t seen too many, except those who go to the only Gay bar within hundreds of miles, called David’s Warehouse. 

    I’ve been there a few times. It’s funny, I’ve always worn dark clothes, stood in a dark corner, worn a baseball cap to hide my long hair, and, not say a fuckin’ word to anyone – you goddamn chicken. 

    I saw Jim there once. He’s a Tight end on our senior team. He didn’t see me, but I sure as hell saw him. Ya know, he might be kinda short, but he’s built with all the right stuff. I cruise him everyday in the showers and locker room. He’s got a primo package of a hand,some baby face, a hairy body, thick leg muscles, extra layers of body fat, and, a beautiful bubble butt with a hairy little pussy just waitin’ to be tongue fucked, by me!! He’s cool, too, ’cause he smokes pot – what more could ya ask for? One day, I’m goin’ to have that piece of ass, oh yeah!

    Since I play sports, I’ll have access to the school gym ’til I graduate. I’m not too bad lookin’. With a stocky, muscular build, shoulder length auburn hair, long sideburns, light brown eyes, a clear complexion, 6ft high, 201 pounds, and, body hair everywhere – and, I mean everywhere, including my back, butt and, a very thick bush. 

    There shouldn’t be a problem gettin’ some ass to fuck. and, this year I’m on the senior football team. My big problem is that the girls at school seem to think I want their pussies and tits just ’cause I’m on the team. Man, I have to play around with them, and then make up a lame story to get away from their claws. Fuck man, this is 1973, back in ’69, I remember some dude saying it was “the year of the queer.” I still don’t know exactly what he meant. But, if that means what I guess it means that queers were more acceptable back then, by now guys should be makin’ moves on me pretty soon. Oh what the fuck, for now I’m more interested in spending time in the gym and, locker room so I can get glimpses of the C-triple-B’s: Cock Balls & Bubble Butts. 

    My hippy Sorcerer friend, Xander, has taught me that a man’s taste has gotta be what’s natural for him. Gay men are the same most everywhere and throughout the history of mankind. I’ve got a lot to learn from him before I hit the road to Montrose. I kinda don’t think he’s very cool about me leavin’, but man, I have to get out of here.

     

    All right, enough bullshit. Time to get out my porn magazines and jerk off to those pictures of big cocks screwing pussies …yuk! …whatever! …just as long I get to fantasize about these studs fuckin’ my mouth and, shootin’ loads of hot, white cum in my mouth! Oh man, I can’t wait to shoot my load in my hand, and, lick it up. 

    Xander’s been kinda teachin’ me some really weird crap to follow when doin’ certain stuff. and, if I don’t do what he says, he’ll pretty much cut me loose from gettin’ free shit like his Red Devil weed, beer and, tequila shots, and, the best of all are exchangin’ blow jobs.

    Here’s a ritual I gotta go through before each jerk-off session that he demands I do to learn a “Command, For Sex Incantation”:

    First, I light two purple, unscented candles, one on the right side of me, then on my left side. A talisman that will be used throughout the incantation must be kept soaked in a special elixir of a secret combination of human glandular oils.

    Second, I will say my incantation to summon my intended love partner. Let’s say, Mike, yeah, why not. Who knows, maybe this time it might work. Okay, here we go!:

    “By the command, of these magical words of Lilibin, 

    Hear me, obey me!”

    “Rwy’n gorchymyn eich ufudd-dod i’m dyhead rhywiol;

    Yr wyf yn eich galw, Ganymede, ein duw dyn-ar-ddyn rhyw a chariad, ac fel y cytser Aquarius

    “I adjure you by your powers and, my talisman in my right hand, and, the places upon which you dwell and, your names that in the way that I will take you!

    “Place you at the door and the path of Mike, son of Lee O’Connor!

    You will take his heart, his mind, you will master his whole body!

    If he stands you will not let him stand!

    If he sits you will not let him sit!

    If he sleeps you will not let him sleep!

     

    “He will seek after me,

    Garrett, son of Howard Owenab! 

    From village to village,

    From city to city,

    From field to field,

    From land, to land,!

    Until he comes to me and, he subjects himself beneath my feet!

    “His hands filled with all good things, until I fulfilled with him the desire of my heart and, the request of my soul in a good desire and, an unbreakable affection!

    Now, now, quickly, quickly! 

    Do my work!”

    Next, ooh, wait, I’m feeling pretty damn good. It’s Xander’s Incantation makin’ me feel all woozy and super horny as a corndog. I got it from him at his Occult shop for a blowjob I gave him. Ha-ha-ha-ha, what’s makin’ me so crazy actin’? Oh yeah, that Incantation —  somebody slap my face.

    Well, let me see, which magazine should I start with? Ahh yeah, “Leather Bears!”, that’s my newest addition. In fact, that’s what I want to get into when I move. Xander told me about a few bars that I’ll need to visit first: Mary’s…Naturally, the Ripcord, Montrose Mining, The Locker, Rico’s, and others. 

    Oh yeah dude, this magazine is hot, your hairy bush must have a heavy man scent. I can almost smell that musky odor while deep-throating your 10-inch massive cock with my nose buried in your thick bush. Ooh! If only I could do it… 

    What the fuck! I hear Mike’s Mustang in the driveway, but it’s only 9 pm, he’s way too early, …bastard! 

    I’ve got to get all this shit together and put it away before he gets in my room! 

    There, I did it.

    Suddenly, my door starts opening, slowly. and, I’m still high as a kite on Xander’s Incantation. 

    I look up to see Mike just standing in the doorway, staring at me with this calmness and very dream-like gaze. 

    Holy mother-fucker! The spell, it must have worked, I mean, look at the poor bastard. What should I do? Uh oh, here he comes, whata I do now? …oh man.

    “Oh! Hey Mike, what’s on your mind, bro?” 

    He’s not answering me, he’s walking over to me and, kneeling down he grabs me by the back of my head, and slowly brings my head to his face and lips.

    Wow! This will be my first real kiss with the mature, hot man of my dreams! 

    “Garrett, I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since we met.” He says in a deep, soft voice. 

    He’s now gently biting my bottom lip while drawing me even closer, planting his lips on my opened mouth. 

    After a while, I slowly stop kissing him and softly whisper, “Oh, dude, I think you’re going to make me cum in my jeans.” 

    When suddenly he reaches down between my legs and grabs my cock! I’m involuntarily flinching, but he still grabs me and says, “Don’t worry man, I like ’em small.” 

    What in the hell did he mean by small? My cock’s not small! It’s bigger than some dudes on the football team. Small?! Oh well.

    My head is spinning, my body feels hot, that’s it. The urge to pounce on him is too great, so I’m doin’, just gonna do it, man. 

    We are madly kissin’, grabbin’, lickin’ each other while twistin’ on the floor. Then Mike lifts me in his arms and walks to his bed. 

    He stops, then in a husky, primal voice while raising his eyebrows says, “Baby, you’re going to get fucked.” 

    I can’t resist looking into his sexy bedroom eyes while saying, “Yeah, Daddy, fuck me hard, Daddy!”

    DADDY?!

    Did I just say, …DADDY?! 

    Why in the hell did I say that? 

    I’ve read that a million times in my books and magazines, and it sounds so corny! 

    Oh well, it doesn’t seem to bother him. He’s unbucklin’ his belt while lowerin’ his head and, buries it on my neck. 

    He’s rubbin’ his dark ginger bearded face from side to side while kissin’ and, nibblin’ on me. 

    He now has his jeans down to his ankles. 

    Now, I thought I’m the one who’s supposed to have control over Mike by the Incantation Xander sold to me at a very reasonable price – I gave him another damn good blowjob!

    and, it was goin’ to be my chance to get some real pokin’ in the man-pussy. But it looks like Mike’s going to be the poker, and, not me. 

    Oh damn, I’ve heard this is goin’ to be a real pain in the ass! Luckily, I bought some lube from Xander. And he gave me a little bottle of poppers, too. They’re supposed to make everything easier and, a big rush while havin’ sex. I don’t get it.

    Okay, he’s going for it. While he’s unbuttonin’ my shirt, his hot bearded face is aggressively kissin’ my now sweaty chest and, I feel his big, hard cock pressin’ on my leg. This has got to be the most important thing to happen to me since the first time I blew Xander. Mike’s good at this. He’s already undressed me. 

    Suddenly, he’s shakin’ his head, looks down at my now naked body, and, says, “Garrett, what’s happening here?” 

    All of the blood rushed out of my head. Feelin’ …faint, embarrassed, at a loss for words, and, just before rollin’ over to die, he says,

     

    “Fuck man, you’re groovy, I mean the hottest boy I’ve ever seen!”

    I said to him, “I’m not a boy anymore, dude. I’m fuckin’ 19 years old.”

     

    He’s ripping off his briefs exposin’ his cock, balls, and amazingly dense bush! I felt like faintin’ again. What’s wrong with me, dude? I’ve wanted him like forever. But, I wasn’t about to get fucked up my tight, virgin ass.

     

    “Hold on there, young colt”, he said as turnin’ ’round, and, walkin’ to the door, then lockin’ it. 

    Damn, I’d forgotten about that. Oh my fuckin’ shit hole, dad would’ve freaked out if he walked in to see his son playin’ find-the-banana in-the-tutti-frutti-bowl, yikes!

    I grab the little bottle of poppers called, EX-Plode!, and, I’ll follow Xander’s instructions on how to take hits in the nose. 

    “Oh Fuck!” 

    I yell out while lookin’ at Mike and, everything’s spinnin”,

    “I want sex like, now!”

    He turns in surprise, sees me clutchin’ the bottle of poppers and, walks back, grabs the EX-Plode!, takes like four hits, then he’s lookin’ down at me and, says,

    “Getta grip on yourself Garrett, ’cause here I come. Babe, I know this is your first, and, it’ll be your best time with a man”, he says again in a husky, primal voice while raising his eyebrows.

     

    Huh, he really has had lots of practice doin’ this. Dammit, am I being played with? Ah, I don’t care ’cause the jokes on him, all I want is his cum, preferably in my mouth, but this beast is in control, and I’m his object.

    In a flash, he’s on top of me with all his weight pressin’ down on my body, and, man it feels good. Oh wow, he’s doin’ his best to breastfeed me. I’m fucking tinglin’ all over after takin’ those poppers.

    The sounds he’s makin’ are like a wild animal. Oh man, here he goes for my hot, hard as a rock, cock! Fuck, Xand,er’s blows never felt like this, it’s causin’ feelin’s like I want to cum so much. But not now. I need to think of somethin’ to stop me from poppin’ my nut.

    Got it. I’ll think about the old ugly coach Hursch! He teaches Health Class and is definitely a pervert who’s always encouragin’ any of us players to move in with him if we run away from home. And, all the time he’s sayin’ it, you can see a bulge in his pants of his hard-on cock. Gross! But it’s workin’. I don’t…

    “What!! The!! Fuck!!?

    Who’s that openin’ my door?!!” I’m screaming out, terrified it could be my Dad. 

    Mike calmly replies, “Don’t worry babe, it’s our good friend Xander.

    He then continued suckin’ on my -big- cock. Not -small-, Mr. Mike. That still pisses me off.

    “Xander?”, I say with a weak, tremblin’ voice, “Whatcha doing here bud? I mean, how do you know Mike? I thought everyone guessed he was straight?”

    “He is a big straight, oh bear, my young brother. But not while he’s under my Controlling Incantation, dudette”, he explains in his usual hippy way of talkin’. 

    “Mike’s been my big bitch boy for months now, little Sunflower, just like you”, he whispered in a weird way.

    I feel kinda weird, also. I’m drawn to Mike’s masculinity, and, at the same time, drawn to Xander’s dirty mind and body – what’s a dude to do?

    Softly, Xander says, “Come here my little Sunflower, and give yourself to Daddy.” 

    I’m screamin’ inside to make me stop, but I can’t resist his command,. 

    We’re embracin’ and, like there’s this wild sexual yearnin’ for him inside my head. Wow, now all three of us are in a knot doin’ things that weren’t shown in my porn magazines. 

    I’m lickin’ Mike’s ass hole, and, deep fucking his pussy hole with my tongue! 

    I like it, man. and, Xander has his big dick up my ass hole and it’s not so bad. In fact, he’s bangin’ the hell out of my tight virgin butt and, I’m likin’ it! 

    “Come on Xander! fuck me harder! faster!” I’m snapping out orders like a drill sergeant.

  • Meeting Gerren

    And what a home it was. Granite built on two floors and from what I could tell there was a large building and connected to it was an annex on the end of which was a spacious garage. The front door was tiny. Gerren explained that the main house was built in the eighteen twenties when people were so much smaller and that he had to bend his head down to enter the place ever since he was thirteen years old when he had his growth sprout. I decided to have a joke with him and asked if he was going to carry me over the threshold and he replied he’d do it but only when I was naked. Suddenly I liked this man even more. Forward planning – I liked it. He opened the door and an alarm sounded and he went to a cupboard and reached inside, and the alarm stopped. He explained that he had fifteen seconds to turn off the alarm and if he didn’t then the security company would turn up in about ten minutes to investigate and his brother would turn up even sooner with his rifle. Gerren explained that his brother was a farmer and was licenced to keep a rifle for vermin such as foxes, badgers, and other predators. Once the door was shut, I took Gerren into my arms and announced that I had waited far too long to do this, and I kissed him and boy, did he ever respond. My god it was like a Catherine wheel tied to a huge firework rocket. His tongue was almost touching my tonsils and he was sucking on my tongue so hard that I could taste the blood being sucked out of it. Not only that but he was checking out my back and my arms like crazy and I must admit I was doing the same.

    It was only then that I had been able to gauge the height difference between us. He was a good three inches shorter than me, but his looks, body and demeanour outweighed and hang ups I had about guys being impossibly taller than me. At least he wasn’t five foot nine and I’d have to stoop to kiss him. Six foot three was fine by me on this man. When we stopped kissing there was only one work to say – Wow. He took my holdall from me which contained a couple of changes of clothes and my wash gear and led me up the stairs and pointed out the bathroom and shower and his bedroom. It was very old fashioned, and he explained it was how his grandparents had it and he’d not got around to changing much of the house since he inherited it from his grandparents. There was a door that led to a corridor with half a dozen rooms, three each side, and put my bag on a decent sized bed and he explained that he used the bed as a guest’s bed. I was about to say how comfortable it looked when Gerren told me that only guys who disappointed him slept there, most of the other guys slept with him, but there wasn’t all that many, though at New Year……… and he stopped leaving the sentence unfinished.

    Back in his bedroom, he showed me the view from his window. I could see the garden and some land stretching three hundred metres or so away to the sea. It was the Atlantic Ocean, he told me. There was a footpath at the end of his land, but it was well below the wall marking the end of his property.  In fact, on both sides of the fields there was a wall of hedges and trees and the land sloped away slightly on both sides giving him total privacy. He winked at me and told me that he loved being naked at home during the summer months. That I wanted to see.

    We headed downstairs and out through a conservatory that faced westwards, “I get all the afternoon sun here” he told me. There was a smallish patio just beyond the conservatory. I saw a rowing machine on the patio and some weights. “I can work out here”. He told me. Then Gerren walked me down to the end of his fields, and he explained that his brother sometimes let Ned, the Jersey Bull graze in the fields. “Don’t worry about Ned, he’s the friendliest Jersey bull you’d ever want to meet. Strange for a breed whose bulls could be bad tempered”.

    At the edge of the property, Gerren showed me a stile and we crossed over it and down some well grassed steps about three metres lower than his field. He explained that the footpath was open to all as it was part of the Southwest Coastal path, but the steps were his property and there was a notice by the top of the steps saying so. He asked me to spot his house from the footpath and it was impossible even for me at six foot six. His home was totally hidden from view. Gerren thought that one of his ancestors had dug the footpath lower to deliberately hide the home from prying eyes.

    We walked back up to his home and behind the building I saw trees towering up and hiding the house from the narrow main road. He put his arm around my back as we trudged up the hill to his home and he asked if I was hungry. I was. I had missed breakfast on the invitation for lunch at his home. I hoped for a great meal. Back inside the small kitchen Gerren get to preparing the meal. I had noticed a table laid out in the garden with a couple of chairs and assumed that we were to eat outside. It was yet again another glorious day almost cloudless and a soft gentle wind. I stood back watching him put together the ingredients for a chicken salad most of which had been prepared with tiny eggs. He explained that they were quails’ eggs and he then asked if I had any food allergies. I didn’t but he did. Tomatoes, and certain fruits for which he had an intolerance. He told me a story of meeting a French guy in the Bayonne who took a fancy to him and had invited Gerren for lunch and the first course was a tomato salad which he couldn’t eat. “I was desperately trying to think of the work for allergy but couldn’t remember it”. Gerren explained. “Actually, it was simple when it came to me acting out being ill from food and the guy just said ‘allergie’. I felt such a fool. The guy was very understanding and really didn’t care, all he really wanted was me in bed with him”.

    He had me helping to make a big bowl of garlic mayonnaise with me slowly pouring in Extra Virgin Olive Oil into a glass bowl as he whisked the concoction into a thick creamy sauce. He added a dash of salt and some freshly pounded pepper from his pestle and mortar and gat me to carry out some white wine and glasses and to return to help take the salad out to the table.

    It was a marvellous meal made better by our conversation and good wine. I had totally forgotten about my lack of sleep the previous four nights until Gerren asked if I had slept the last night. I shook my head and he promised that he’d tire me out that evening if I wanted to be shagged out by him. Jesus that was a non-refusable demand. We spoke of out history and families, but I hesitated over my service days and the action I’d seen in Iraq and Afghanistan. I explained how difficult it was with my men, my colleagues being injured and killed out there. He didn’t press me on the matter, and he was equally understanding that I couldn’t tell of my work now with GCHQ and Internet security.

    Gerren did know about the cables leaving the UK mainland in Cornwall and the GCHQ branch in Bude in Northern Cornwall and that impressed me, but I was also fascinated by his work overseas working on rare earths in Mozambique and in the pacific region.  I was amazed when we wrapped up the meal two and a half hours after we had started, and I helped tidy up. Gerren lived off mains when it came to water supply and showed me his well supply and explained his septic tank for waste and so on. He also had three turbine generators on his roof. They looked like the revolving vents at restaurants but were hooked up to generate electricity. He made more than he could use and made a profit from them by exporting into the local grid.

    He offered me a walk up onto the moors above his home. And he checked out my clothing to see if was suitable. “There is gorse and nettles where we’ll be walking”, he explained, and we set off uphill. At the top he showed off the extent of his family’s farm and all the stone Cornish Hedges marking the ancient fields going back millennia he claimed. His family records went back to the early seventeen hundreds and could have been much, much earlier. He turned me around and showed me a group of stones. This was the Zennor Quoit, and it dated back somewhere between two thousand five hundred and three hundred five hundred years. About the same time as Stonehenge. The main top rock had fallen a couple of hundred years back but there were drawing of the quoit before the fall. It was an old burial chamber or a resting place for the dead before burial. Not far away was another quoit and he explained that there were many other ancient landmarks all over the area and many places were now protected. He pointed to a tor about a mile away, a group of wind-blown rocks millions of years old made of granite and we headed towards them. Here we were walking through the gorse and nettles and at the base Gerren pointed out the route to the top and like a mountain goat he clambered to the top in what seemed like fifteen seconds. On the other hand, it took me two minutes to get to the top and Gerren hauled me up to the top and we collapsed into each other’s arms. The view was amazing and so clear. Gerren pointed out all the headland going towards Newquay, four in all and he showed me the extent of the St Ives bay with the lighthouse on the Island at the tip of the bay. He told me of tales of smuggling and names of cliffs and bays that sounded foreign to me, all of which sounded most exotic with his wonderful soft Cornish Accent. He even translated the names into English from the local Cornish language.

    This was so different from the fucking hotel and the town of St Ives. This was as wild and beautiful as the North of Scotland where my mother came from and which I had spent weeks walking over, though this was a gentler landscape with villages and towns nearby. I hugged Gerren to me. I was happy for the first time since I had arrived on the Wednesday night for the cursed wedding, and that fucking useless bed and worse room. We clambered down the tor and I followed Gerren through what seemed like an invisible footpath through ferns, gorse, and more nettles onto a wider and clearer area from which I could see St Michaels Mount and the Channel on one side and the Atlantic and St Ives on the other. We were above a place called Halsetown, a place Gerren recommended for a decent pint of cider at the local pub. We had stopped for a couple of minutes when a large unfit man came by and stopped to comment on the view and weather. He had an accent like Gerren’s, and it seemed that he wanted a chat. Then I had an idea and asked it the guy would take our photo with the Mount in the background. He agreed and took my phone, and I showed him how to take a snap. He actually took a few, some of us closer and some further away. I was standing behind Gerren with one arm around to his chest with Gerren’s opposite arm holding onto my forearm. The guy asked if we could take a phot of him in the same background and Gerren obliged him.

    The guy explained that his partner was now an invalid and couldn’t get out walking the area with him anymore. They had been together for over thirty-five years and his partner insisted that he take a walk on a fine day and to take some photos to show him when he got home. He looked at the photo Gerren had taken and said he was mightily pleased and told us that we were “really handsome” and set off away from us the way we had just walked. I opened the folder on my phone to look at the photo’s he had taken of us, and they were really pleasing. I was about to thank and compliment the old guy, but he had gone, and he was walked quite a distance from us. For an overweight guy he was sprightly on his feet.

     Gerren suggested that we head back home. Suddenly my tiredness returned but my eagerness for the man and his body had not waned one bit, in fact, I was more attracted to him the more I was getting to know him. He came across as honest and true, and it was obvious that he loved his home and the area he was brought up in. I on the other hand felt no connection to anywhere. Not my home, not boring Billingshurst, only my Ma and Pa, who I wouldn’t hurt for the world.

    Gerren announced that it would take thirty minutes or so to get back home and I was very tired when we got back. Inside the house I nearly collapsed into him, I was that exhausted. The time took me by surprise as it was nearly four thirty. I took off my boots and was about to sit down when Gerren suggested we go up to the bedroom, with that sexual look in his face. Now that was the boost of adrenaline into my system. Upstairs, we half stripped, and I sprung a huge hard on when he took off his top. He was beautiful, with not a blemish on his skin, and gorgeous slightly raised nipples, very dark against the fairness of his satin-like skin. His pecs were very nicely defined with great firmness and he had a marvellous set of six pac abs. For the next ten minutes or more we just kissed and licked each others bodies and I couldn’t resist sucking on those delightful nips.

    When it came for him to work my nips he was perfection itself, licking, sucking and chewing them as he looked up into my eyes for approval and then flicking them with his fingers before pinching them and twisting them. What turned me on the most was his reaction to my efforts on his nips. He was pushing his body against mine as I finger worked them and groaning like crazy. The guy was obviously nip wired to his dick and balls. And what a dick I could feel against my crutch. The guys seemed to be just as massive as myself. What a turn on. I attacked his trousers opening the button at the top and pulling down the zipper and let gravity do its work as they fell to the floor. Fuck the guy was seriously hung and bulging in his white underwear. I took a hold of his cloth covered dick just for the pure pleasure of doing it, and he was trying hard to get my trousers off as well. I wasn’t going to let him. I’d had guys who freaked out at my cock, both ways in my experience. Those who ran away, seriously they had, there was no way, they’d let me fuck them with my monster and there were those who squealed in delight, but really didn’t know how to handle someone of my girth and length. I didn’t want Gerren to freak either way. If it took me a few weeks to get to fuck him then I was prepared for that with him. This was not going to be a one night or afternoon stand; I wanted to really get to know this man.

    We were still standing up by his thankfully, large bed, arms around each other, kissing like mad and grinding our encased cocks against each other. Our passion and desire for each other equalled, and I dropped backwards onto the bed pulling him down on top of me. I now had better access to him, and his backside which was amazingly hard. To give Gerren his due, even though he is three inches shorter than me and has an amazingly hard muscled body he was able to turn me over onto my back and I was now able to pull off his underwear. My, did he ever have an amazingly large cock. He was thick and about nine inches long and uncut. I wanted to devour it there and then and he had two lovely balls that were just the right size by comparison. The guy was a stud. I wanted him even more.

    He was trying hard to get at my dick, pulling down my tight underwear but I held him tight next to me and once free my dick slid between his upper thighs and he continued to try to ger to see it. He was still on top of me and our hands were locked together as we arm wrestled against each other, the prize being my dick. He fell against me laughing and I loved the feel of his muscled body against mine when suddenly oblivion struck. I’d relaxed a bit too much and fell asleep.

    The next thing I knew was Gerren shaking me awake telling me it was eight o’clock and we’d better get ready to go to the local pub to get a bite to eat. I asked him how long I had been sleeping and he told me three hours. It was the first time a guy had fallen asleep on him during sex.

    I was so apologetic and embarrassed and explained for the twentieth or so time, that I had hardly slept in the fucking hotel. I stood up from the bed and embraced him, my cock was flaccid but I loved his scent and his touch. He spanked my backside and told me to shower and I remember telling him jokingly that I liked being spanked, and he said he’s make a note of it for the future. From the shower, I called for Gerren to get my washbag from my bag, but he told me to use his things. He had a scented shower gel which smelled wonderful and reminded me of his odour. It was in a simple but pleasantly labled bottle. I made a note of the brand, Penhaligons, in my head for the future. A word came into my head that describen Gerren perfectly. Class.  Yes the man had class in abundance. He came into the bathroom with a pair of extra large white towels and a long white towelling gown.  More to admire the man for.

    He was waiting on the bed when I walked in naked just drying myself, he looked at me admiringly making no comment about my body or nudity. It felt so natural to be naked with him in his home. Then a brief moment of doubt passed through my head. Was this to be just a one night stand, what if he’d been put off me by my falling asleep on him during sex? There was that look of admiration in his eyes that re-assured me. I knew he was talking to me but nothing was staying in my brain. Again I was apologising to him and asking him to repeat what he had just said.

    We were going to the village pub for a bite to eat and a pint and his family farm supplied the majority of the food. It sounded great and I told him so. We walked to the pub along what Gerren called the main road to the village, about half a mile away. Turning towards the place and all I could see were a couple of houses, the church and the pub building. Not much. Gerren pointed out his family farm house on the other side of the road, and a few more houses which made up the tiny hamlet of Zennor, a place, Gerren told me was full of History and mystery and legend. A group of men and women were sitting at a couple of tables in a smallish courtyard by the tiny entrance to the pub and many called out to Gerren in greeting, hailing him as Mr Gerren, which I thought was strange as he was much younger than all of them.  “They call my Brother Mr Korneys as he runs the farm business, though I am the older brother and head of the family”. He explained. Inside there were more greetings from people, from the barman and the cheeky waitress at the table. All of whome seem to know he was gay. Gerren chose a cider and I had a local beer which was very good and we both chose the same meal with the meat and vegetables from his familys farm. The food was superb.

    After the meal we returned to the bar where Gerren was greeted in Cornish by an old man with two sheepdogs who were very excited to see Gerren. I was introduced to the old man who was a retired shepherd on his family’s farm. A growl from him had both the dogs down on the floor looking up at me suspiciously.  I was asked when my birthday was and I told the old man, wondering why. In his very strong Cornish accent he pronounced me a Christmas child. I hadn’t ben born anywhere near Christmas to much laughter from the bar staff and Gerren. Having reminded the old shepherd that my name was Stephen, he said to everyone that it was proof enough. I was totally confused and looked desparately at Gerren.  He explained. My birthday was twentieth of September, go back nine months and you get Christmas and my name being Stephen was the evidence. December twenty-sixth was St Stephen’s day. It was how it was called locally and not Boxing Day like the rest of the UK. I still didn’t get it until Gerren whispered into my unbelieving ear that the gestation period for humans was nine months. Give or take a few days for an early or late birth, Christmas would be the time his mother and father created him. I must have looked shocked. It was certainly something I had ever considered thinking of, and by the mirth of the locals it must have shown.

    As usual, I was asked about my work and my past and I gave a brief resume to them all, and the old shepherd was impressed with me but I think he got confused with me and my father. What I did notice was the respect Gerren had within his community. He had told me that he was now head of the family and that the local tradition was to show the respect to a long standing family of landowners.

    Walking back to this home, he explained that it might have seemed very old fashioned but it wasn’t all that long ago that the title Squire was used in large parts of England. The term may not be used and he didn’t feel like a squire but liked the acknowledgement that he was head of the family, even though his younger brother worked nearly all the families land. Back at his home we sat in the lounge each at one end of a very comfortable sofa sipping Armagnac and discussing the journey back to London the next morning. Again I was impressed by his forward planning and determination.

    We went upstairs and stripped off and lay on top of the bed, naked. I was very happy when he told me that he liked to be around the house naked during the warmer months and kept a pair of shorts by the front door in case of unexpected guests. I had turned to face him and kissed him gently. In spite of my falling asleep on him, it had been a wonderful day. He was hard and I held his massive cock in my hand and looked at it in awe. I moved down and noticed that it reached up to just past his navel. I lifted it up away from his flat belly and it felt heavy and I breathed on it and his cockhead dilated. I also saw that his cockhead was very smooth and shiny and there was a slight bead of pre-cum coming out from the tip of his huge cockhead. I could not stop my desire for him and slipped my mouth over the first couple of inches and felt the heat from his cock. It tasted wonderful; neither too salty nor soapy. It was a natural flavour and moving my tongue around his cockhead and felt the release of more lube. Gerren gave off a deep growl of appreciation and he put his hand under my chin to raise up my head and presumable look at me sucking his marvellous cock. His eyes were soft with appreciation and he thrust his hips slightly to push more into my mouth. I loved this action.

    He was shifting his body around so he was also facing my cock holding it up in the air and snorting air over my cockhead like a bull angrily blowing air, bad temeperedly, his nostrils flaring; the air exciting my cock even more.  Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took in my cockhead. I’d been sucked many times but the sensation was never as good as this felt. He was rubbing his tongue over the underside of my cock exciting it wonderfully, and bobbing his head over the top three inches or so in his mouth and trying hard to take in more of my thick length. He couldn’t do much mre and I could tell he was tring hard not to gag. He released my cock and gasped for air. “I’m sorry but I’ve never learned how to deep throat”. I calmed him as best I could, it was something I had learned to accept being so well endowed, not everyone could swallow more than three or four inches of my dick and I appreciated his efforts. He tried again and I took his cock into my mouth and swallowed more of his impressive meat.

    We were close to a sixty nine when I felt my legs being lifted into the air and split apart and the next thing was that I felt him gently licking my hole. I had not expected it and it was marvellous, actually he was not licking it but performing a form of foreplay by blowing against my hole. It was sensational and exciting, after a few moments Gerren was licking my hole and I was getting more of his dick into my throat, something I am able to do well but the more Gerren was rimming me the more I wanted to scream out my joy at what he was doing to me. Sucking his huge dick could now wait, I wanted to get at his arse now and I rolled him over on top of me, and pulled his legs apart and nearly died. His hole semed to be small and tight but most of all he was hairless down there. I had no thoughts of foreplay and blowing on his hole but thrust my face directly onto his hole as if trying to force some favourite food into my mouth, and joyously rimming his arsehole hard. The more I licked at his hole the more he returned the compliment. This was fantastic, the guy was a rimmer and I couldn’t be happier. I rimmed him for only a few moments and I just had to do it. I pushed him off of me and grabbed hold of his face and kissed him with all the passion I could muster, and did he ever respond, telling me for the first time something I still get off hearing from him and with other guys. “Taste your hole on my mouth, tongue and lips”. As we kissed, we were panting at each other our appreciation and becoming frantic with excitement, playing and pulling at each others nips, and enhancing each others excitement, diving back to each others holes and cocks, sucking and licking and kissing like mad, and rolling around on the bed with one or other of us on top for a few moments and then changing. He was licking me all over, my pecs, biceps and abs as well and he was really into me. It was as if we had both discovered the absolute joy of man to man sex without fucking.

    Fucking would come at some time, but it was this joyous oral exploration of each others bodies that was so wonderful. We had waited four days since we had first seen each other ever so briefly outside of that shop and I had jacked off a few times thinking of him and we had that brief connection a few hours erlier when I dropped off to sleep on him. This was just a small sample of the contact I was desparate for from Gerren and it was marvellous. I am sure it was really what Gerren wanted too. Most of what happened became a blur but I definitely recall that I was kneeling on top of his chest and my cock so hard that it was pointing in the air and so fucking hard. His pretty handsome face was below my tool and I reached to the base of my cock and smashed it hard against his face making loud slapping sounds as I did it. The appealing look in his eyes encouraged me to do it more and even more so when he stuck out his tongue to lick my shaft each time I rubbed my huge tool into his face. He reached up with both arms and attacked my nipples twisting and pulling them hard. I found the musculature of his arms so appealing that I didn’t care about the pain.

    Then he shifted his body further below mine and was lapping at my balls and I was wildly jacking off. He het go of one of my nips and brushed my hand away from my dick and was wanking me, still working one of my nips and licking me between my balls and my arse. This was wonderful. Then his tongue hit my hole and he half ordered me to sit on his face. Fuck this was so good. The pain from my nips fired through my brain to my balls which were tightening, and he continued wanking my cock. Then I couldn’t hold back anymore and my head sort of went ZING!!!!!!! And I was shooting my load. Where the fuck it went, I didn’t notice but fuck it was one of the best orgasm’s I’d ever had, and it seemed to last for ever.

    In the end I had to grab hold of his hand wanking me. My balls were empty and there was nothing left. I was totally replete, and Gerren was still working my nipple hard and eating my hole. I was shaking so much. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, even when I’d been at an orgy with a couple of mates, and I was made the centre of attention of all the guys. It was astounding what he had done, and I told him so. No one had ever jacked me off to an orgasm before and it was the truth. Gerren looked mightily pleased with himself. “Do you usually shoot like that”? He half mumbled from beneath my balls. I hadn’t seen it though I knew that I blast out a major load at times. I sat up slightly to give his face some space. “I mean it fucking flew all over the place”. I looked down at him and there were ropes of cum on his forehead and in his hair. I rolled off him and lay down on the bed besides him. “Some landed on the pillow where you are now and some even further away. I don’t know how many times you shot but it was many”. I sat up and looked around. My jizz seemed to be everywhere and Gerren hadn’t shot yet.

    He turned to one side and produced yet another white towel and started to wipe his face and hair and the pillow on the bed and threw the pillow to me. “It might take a week to find where all your spunk landed”. He jokingly complained. I did my best to dry everywhere and cleaned up my dick and knelt on the bed above him, my still erect dick pointing to the ceiling. “How would you like to cum”? I asked. He paused. “Kiss me, rub that massive tool over my face and work my nips good. I love my nips being worked well”. Who was I to object, and he jacked off looking at me and my body as I kissed him and slapped his face again with my erection and played with his nips. Soon he was breathing hard, and he called out for me to chew his nips and he reached out with his spare hand and took hold of my erection, calling out that he was going to shoot and for me to really bite his nipple. His oragasm was the equal of mine if not more intense and once again the spunk shot out all over the place, against his chest and abs on his arm and hand, now tightly squeezing my dick onto his face and in his hair and onto the pillow in big lines of cum. Like me he was shaking, and I lay down on top of him and kissed him gently. He threw his arms around my back and held me tightly to him and thanked me profusely. Now that we had broken the ice sexually, I wanted him more. After half an hour’s dirty chat we showered, both of us somehow getting into his small shower to clean each other and using his beautifully scented shower gel and making sure we were properly clean everywhere.

    After drying we went downstairs to finish of our nightcaps and returned to the bed and lay on top of his bed in each other’s arms ending up with me spooning against him my flaccid cock against his hard butt and my arm over his big chest. I slept so peacefully and deeply, being totally weary from the lack of sleep in that fucking hotel and exhausted by the sex we had just completed. I was content.