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The Long-Dormant Adventurer

“Powerful emotions make us do strange things.  Fear, rage, hatred, passion, lust can drive men beyond what they thought their limits were.”  Father Miller drew on his cigar, rolled the smoke in his mouth, and blew it out to the side.

The old priest turned his eyes to the smoke and ruminated as the swirling cloud dissipated into the air.  He didn’t speak again until the cloud was gone. “I was in Mexico after the 1985 Mexico City earthquake.  I was eighteen.  I had some money, no family, and was spoiling for adventure.  I wanted to explore, but where was the last frontier?

“The west was won, we were in the closing years of the Cold War, but no one know that at the time.  I turned my head like a weathervane, searching for a path until stories of the earthquake filled the news.  It seemed like the third world was the new frontier.  I packed a bag and headed south.”

The priest sipped his whiskey to lubricate his voice and went on.  He warmed to his story as he went.  “It took a week to get there.  I crossed the border in Texas and took whatever transportation that would carry me to get further south.  Eventually I had to buy a car to get the rest of the way to the capital city.  The chaos I found when I arrived was indescribable.  Communication broke down, there were no cell phones then.  Sanitation, first aid, food, water, everything was an emergency.  I pitched in wherever I could, worked for weeks before I saw any results.”

Father Miller gushed with enthusiasm. “When the results first started to show, it was incredible!  I felt like I was making a difference.  Every single day was an adventure.  Every single day was its own triumph.  I loved getting up and setting to work.  Every night I went to sleep wherever I could find a place to lay my head and I always felt like I’d changed the world with my efforts.  I was so happy to be there.  I was so happy to help.

“Eventually, things started to turn around.  I stayed a year, at first living with other relief workers.  Later, after I’d gotten a job with a general contractor helping to demolish weakened structures, I built what amounted to a furnished lean-to out of salvage.  I learned functional Spanish and gained a respect for the Mexican culture.

“After a year, though, the adventure was over.  I packed my bag and drifted further and further south.  Whenever I couldn’t continue over land, I walked to the Pacific Ocean and hopped a coastal freighter or fishing boat to keep going.  I don’t even know where I was headed.  To the next adventure, I suppose.”

The priest pulled himself out of his story with a physical shake.  He seemed to notice all at once that we were staring at him.  “I’m sorry, got carried away.” He muttered.

“No.”  Bem encouraged.  “Don’t stop there.”

Father Miller drained his whiskey glass and held it up to the air for a refill.  I floated the bottle over and brimmed his glass to his grinning delight.  I capped the bottle, and the priest continued his story.

“I wound up in South America in the late 1980s.  Anyone here know what that means?” Father Miller glanced at his audience but didn’t wait for an answer. “The drug lords ran the countries then.  Political borders didn’t mean as much as the territorial lines of the cartels.  They owned everything; the people, the land, the crops, the natural resources, everything.  I stayed clear of them and worked here and there until I came to a very special little village.

“It was stuck to the side of a mountain, a cluster of stone houses as old as civilization itself.  The place could have been out of a story book, with its thatched roofs and subsistence farmers scratching out an existence from the valley below.  To this day I’m not sure what country it was in.  I doubt the residents knew.  I saw the place as existing outside of political barriers, almost outside of time itself, a village on the edge of nowhere.”

The priest smiled at the distant memory.  “The people welcomed me.  They didn’t care who or what I was.  They only cared that my back was strong, and that I was willing to work as hard as them for my bread and board.  I lived with them for almost two years.  There was something pure about the experience.  We farmed, raised livestock, goats and chickens, and existed on what the land could provide with no outside influence and no safety net.  If the crops failed, people would die.  Living in that village was the most alive I’d ever felt…the most alive I’ve ever felt.”

Father Miller paused his storytelling to relight his cigar with hands that shook.  His manner suggested that something big was coming.  “One night,” he said through a smoky exhale, “we woke up to the sound of machine guns.  Everyone scattered, literally ran for the hills.  I hid in a cave for a full day and a night.  When the sun rose on the second day, I climbed down.  There wasn’t a living thing left.  I think some people escaped.  There weren’t enough corpses to account for the whole village.  So many were murdered in their homes or in the streets.  Even the livestock had been slaughtered and the fields set aflame.”

The priest’s voice broke, and he stopped again.  A couple deep breaths and a pull on his glass seemed to steady him enough to continue the tale.  “Someone wanted the village gone, erased, and they got their way.  I stayed a week or a little more to bury the dead.  I suppose I also stayed in the hope that someone would come back, but no one did.  I dug the graves and tried to pray for the dead, but the words wouldn’t come.  My heart was empty of love.”

Darkness fell across the priest’s brow.  It clouded his kind features and seemed to blot all light from his expression. “All I had left were bitter curses and angry hate.  I was a young man then, hot-headed and reckless.  I swore I would get revenge.  For three years I drifted, looking for the people who came that night and killed the village, the people who murdered my idyll.

“I knew that only the drug lords killed like that, so I joined them.  I became a soldier and truck driver.  I hid my true purpose and worked with the organization.  I drove a truck that hauled raw materials to the factories and finished product away.  It was during that time I met men who had the same look as Bem here.  Men who had done things, things that marked them in a way no one can describe.”

Father Miller turned thoughtful eyes to my friend and softened what had started to sound like a direct comparison. “The difference between them and our friend here, is the things they did, were done with evil motivation.  For a time, I lived among them.  I pretended to be one of them.  Eventually the rotation of soldiers that guarded my truck got used to me and started to talk.  One of them bragged of his first job with the organization…the destruction of my village.”

An indescribable specter of hardness flashed across the expressive face of the man of God, but it didn’t last.  His normal resting expression returned as he continued his tale.  “I believe divine intervention kept me from instantly murdering that man with my sidearm.  His companions would have killed me in the next instant, but I didn’t think I cared at that time of my life.

“I waited.  When we arrived at the factory, I followed him, the braggart, to the bunkhouse and sat next to him on an empty bed.  When he was completely comfortable, I drew my weapon and called his name.  When he turned, I pressed the muzzle to his forehead.  That man looked at me with hollow, dead eyes…the eyes of a killer.  When I looked into those dead eyes, I knew what I had been working toward was wrong.  That man had pulled the trigger, but he hadn’t given the order, and even if he had…even if he had, killing only begets more killing.”

Father Miller shrugged a deep, careworn shrug.  “I left, abandoned my revenge and the continent I’d grown to hate.  I took my truck and drove north until it ran out of gas.  After that, I kept going any way I could.  It took six months for me to get back to the Mexican / US border.  I crossed over and it was like arriving in some kind of weird Shangri La.  The new president was a sax playing frat boy and everything was easy.  Nothing was life and death.

“I got a job, several in succession actually, and I tried to forget, but I couldn’t.  The images of the shattered corpses that had been my friends…they haunted my waking hours and disturbed my sleep.  Nothing I tried worked.  I couldn’t let go of my hatred; hatred of the murderers, hatred of the system that allowed it to continue, and hatred of my own hate and the actions I almost took.

“Eventually, desperately, I turned to religion.  The priest at the church that I’d wandered into, Father Davis, took interest in me and listened to my story.  He taught me to deal with what happened.  I put my faith in God and was soothed by the idea that those who were killed would live forever in heaven and that I would get to see them again.”

Father Miller touched the backwards collar he wore with trembling fingers, like he needed to remind himself that it was still there.  “The calling came when I was finally able to deal with that chapter in my life.  Gentleman, I don’t know what heaven looks like, but if I’m permitted entry and am allowed a choice, I want to spend my eternity in that little village with the people I loved.”

Father Miller finished his story, stubbed his cigar out on the leg of the yard swing, and drained his glass again.  He looked up to see the four of us staring at him and shuddered.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize I’d taken over the conversation.  Occupational hazard I suppose.”

“You’re an interesting man, Father.”  I said.  “Now I understand some of the comments you made last Friday.”

The priest looked down at his hands that held his empty glass.  “I haven’t told anyone about that part of my life since Father Davis.  I don’t know why it seemed relevant tonight.  Maybe it’s a question of character.  People could probably agree on what makes a good man.  I don’t know that any two people who could agree on what makes a monster.”

“Thank you, Father.”  Bem said, almost like he didn’t want to speak at all.  “That was a good story.  It’s not the same as my story, but I see it’s all about how we do what we believe in.  If we find out later, we were wrong, it can be a difficult thing to get passed.  It can be just as hard if we find out we were right.”

The priest nodded to Bem.  “That is a very astute assessment, young man.”

I opened my mouth to remind Father Miller that Bem was more than twenty years the priest’s senior, but I closed my mouth with the words unuttered.  It didn’t matter to the story and Bem didn’t seem to mind.

Father Miller wasn’t finished yet.  “This group is at a jumping off point.”  He said and reached his hand out for the whiskey.  I floated the bottle to his hand.  He poured himself another small shot and set the bottle on the swing next to him. “No matter what happens after this, nothing will ever be the same.  I suppose that’s been the case since Church, Shawn, and Bem arrived here two weeks ago.  The only advice I can give, as a man, as a priest, and as a one-time adventurer, is to embrace the change.”

Father Miller raised his eyes to Joe as he spoke.  “Explore your new surroundings and new friends.  Make it your goal to gain a complete understanding of the new world, its culture, and the people you’ve drawn near.  This life is what you make it.  You can spend it knotted in hatred and misery, or you can spend it in joy and wonder, the choice is yours.”

The man seemed to rouse himself from his memories with a start.  “Do you hear me?”  Father Miller asked us.  “I’m getting philosophical, which also means I’m getting drunk.  It’s time for me to go.  Church, it appears you haven’t had more than a sip, would you drive me home?  Stewart dropped me off earlier, and I promised to call him when I was ready to leave, but I’m not in the mood for his disapproval tonight.”

“I would be glad to.”  I agreed and welcomed any excuse to drive the Vic.

“Excellent, maybe just a short one for the road then.”  Father Miller grinned, poured a fat, double shot, and tossed it off.  “Excellent whiskey, Mister Philips, or perhaps I should call you Summas.  Either way, give an old man something to lean on.  I fear the distance will be great and the journey arduous.”

The priest hauled himself up with an alarming stumble, which he barely stopped by steadying himself on the swing frame.  I moved to stand next to him but wasn’t quite sure what he wanted from me.  “Put your arm around my shoulders, Church.” He instructed. “You’re taller than me.  Hold tight and keep me from swaying, must maintain dignity at all times and at any cost.”

I did as I was told and guided the inebriated priest through the house to say his goodbyes to Mary and the children.  When he’d taken his leave, I escorted him through the front door, down the walk, and into the Vic.  “Ah, the famous Crown Victoria.”  Father Miller patted the dash as we pulled away from the curb.  “The car that helped save the other world and that certainly saved you.  I never had a car that saved my life.  Cherish this one.”

“Confidentially,” he added in a low voice, like he was telling a secret in a crowded room, “I believe that cherished objects take on a will of their own.  Not a life force, as that would be unreconcilable with my religion, but a will to continue the relationship.

“You said this car brought you from the site of the barrier, across the plains, and right into the arms of waiting help after it suffered what should have been debilitating damage.  I say this car willed itself on and you should be grateful.  You should provide it a place of honor in your household.  That book I gave your brother, that was a cherished object.”

Father Miller explained about the book without my having to ask.  “What I left out of the story I told tonight were the lost years between when I met Father Davis and later when I received the calling to God’s service.  I left that man and walked away from his teachings for some time.  I was unable to reconcile the evil I’d experienced with the hope that he preached.  Before I went, that lovely man gave me that book, a book he cherished, a book he believed helped him survive the horrors of World War Two in the Pacific theater.”

“I wandered far and wide in those few lost years and wallowed in what is mockingly referred to as the pleasures of the flesh.  When I reached the end, the absolute bottom of my existence, that book was one of the things that helped to bring the light of the Lord into the blackness my life had become.

“I believe that book wills people forward, calls them to the light.  Father Davis believed it saved him.  I believe it helped to save me, and I have faith it will lead to salvation for whoever possesses it in the future.  That’s why I can bear to part with it.  My path is even and straight now.  It’s time for the book to be passed on to someone else who needs it.”

Father Miller finished his somewhat wandering monologue as we parked next to the rectory.  “Come in, Church.  Come in to steady my walk and defend me from the eye of the dreaded Stewart.  Be my excuse for one more short one and put me to bed.”

I ran around the car to help Father Miller out, and we resumed our shoulder to shoulder walk as I steadied him up to the white-painted door.  As an afterthought, I released my physical grip on the man and steadied him with my magic to be less obvious.  Father Miller felt the embrace of my power and ran his hands up and down the physical magic.  “Excellent thinking, Church.”

He leaned forward to unlock the door, but his key wasn’t all the way in the lock when the door jerked open, and we were confronted by the dreaded Stewart.  I felt Father Miller tense through the magic as he looked into the magnified eyes of the smaller man.  “Good evening, Stewart.” He greeted. “Mister Summas was nice enough to provide a lift back this evening.  There seems to be…”

I squeezed Father Miller’s shoulders with magic.  I hoped that would be enough to stem the rising tide of words.  It worked.

“Ahem…uh…I’ll lock up after Mister Summas leaves.  Good night.”  Father Miller said with a tone of firm finality.  Stewart gave us a solid glare and retreated into the darkened house without a word.

We navigated silently to the priest’s office.  I sat him in his swivel chair and shut the door with magic.  “Thank you, Church.  I think I was about to get verbose with Stewart, a sure sign I’ve had two or three too many.  Speaking of which, how about a night cap?  Get us two glasses from the set on the shelf.” He pointed vaguely across the room.

I started to move to the shelf when Father Miller stopped me with a sharp complaint.  “No, no, be a sport.  Get them the fun way.”

I chuckled and sat in the guest’s chair while I let my telekinesis retrieve the glasses from the wire holder and carry them to the desk.  I made them do some aerobatics along the way.  Father Miller got the good whiskey from the desk drawer and held it up.  I nudged it with my power to let him know I had it.  He released the bottle to me.  I uncorked it and poured shots in the hovering glasses.  I recorked the bottle and placed it back in the priest’s waiting hand.  He returned the bottle to the desk drawer and accepted a glass from the air.

“Tell me,” Father Miller waved his glass at me, “is the impulse to show off unbearable?”

I admitted that it was.  “Just this week I was accused of being a shameless exhibitionist.”

“That sounds like Joe.”  Father Miller said and tossed his drink off.  “Was it him?”

“You hit it, Father.  Shawn called me a show-off.”

“Shawn is clearly aware of the connotation of your brother’s accusation.  A show-off you may be, who could blame you?  An exhibitionist though, I doubt that very much.”  Father Miller shook his head and frowned as the effects of the last shot hit him visibly.  He leaned well back in his swivel chair and seemed to go to sleep for a moment.

I stood up and went to the bookshelf with the coffee mug on it.  It remained in its position of honor.  It still bore the name, Hotel Regis, in festive blue script.  “From my time in Mexico.” The priest slurred and sat upright.  He seemed to drag coherence from somewhere, so he could tell me about it.

“I saved it from the wrecked hotel shortly after I got to Mexico City.  It’s the only thing I have from that time.  That mug traveled with me.  I used it when I was a relief worker.  I used it when I was a farmer and a shepherd.  It rode on the dashboard of my truck when I worked for the cartel, and it traveled with me to this very spot.  It remains part of my travels even now, though those travels are spiritual instead of physical.  That cup…it reminds me of the black depths that a man can sink to, and it reminds me of God’s power to save him from those depths.”

I looked at the simple coffee cup like it was the Holy Grail.  ‘Another cherished object.’ I thought.

Father Miller heaved a labored breath behind me and spoke.  His voice called my attention away from the artifact of his earlier life.  “Mister Summas, I fear we have reached the point where I must admit to being what is colloquially referred to as ‘shot in the ass.’  Would you do me the great favor of seeing me to bed?  Perhaps, along the way, my feet won’t touch the floor.”

He sounded so hopeful as he added the last part of the request that I couldn’t disappoint him.  I lifted him out of the swivel chair and hovered him near his desk while I wiped out and put the rocks glasses away.  He gave directions to his bedroom and enjoyed his flight through the hallways.  Once inside his modest room, I kept him in the air and helped him remove his suit.  I pulled the covers down without touching them and tucked him in the same way.

“Can I get you anything before I leave, Father?”  I asked.

“Just fill the water glass on the nightstand please.  I’m certain to wake in a few hours with a mouth as dry as the desert.”

From where I stood, I could see into the small bathroom that adjoined the bedroom.  For Father Miller’s amusement, as well as my own, I floated his glass in, filled it, and returned it to its coaster without touching it.  He giggled like a child as he watched it complete its trip.

“Church, I don’t regret my life, not much of it anyway, but if I got to go around again, I would wish to do it near someone like you.  Not because of your powers, but because you’re a fun, sincere, and a deeply thoughtful person.  The way you handled Joe’s high-and-mighty act earlier, if I would have opened my mouth at that moment, I may not have been as diplomatic.  Our short friendship has been a joy and I will miss you when you leave.  When is that, what time on Saturday?”

“Four in the morning.”  I reported.

“You stop here on your way out of town.  I want to bless all of you for the journey.  Now, go away and let an intoxicated old man get to sleep.”  Father Miller commanded and rolled away from me.

I crept from his room, shut the door, and left silently.  When I reached the front door, I realized there was no one to lock up.  I took a hard look at the thumb lock on the inside before I exited.  I shut the door behind, pictured the thumb lock, turned it, and heard the bolt click home from the inside.  I got in the car and drove to Joe’s.  My mind swam as I went.  It swam with all that Father Miller had told me that evening.  I knew when I met him that he was a man with a story.  How much of a story, amazed me.

*          *          *          *

When I got to Joe’s, I felt strange emotions from Shawn.  He felt uncertain and concerned.  I moved silently through the sleeping house to our room to find him pacing.  “What’s up?”  I asked.

“I’m glad you’re back.  After you left, Bem asked me in here and told me about himself.  He said he’d made you promise not to tell me, that he worried about telling me the most.  I told him it didn’t change anything, especially seeing who my uncle is.  I understand how sometimes the government needs distasteful things done.

“When he told me the number, I was shocked.  I don’t think he could tell.  How is it possible?  How could he stand to do it, over and over, for so long?  I’ve been beside myself over cows and pigs butchered for food.  Bem…he butchered people.  How could he do it?”

I sat on the edge of the bed and got Shawn to sit with me.  “I don’t know how he did it.  People on this world do it all the time.  In wars and in the streets, people kill each other for reasons as petty as a parking space.  That’s not what Bem was doing.  I compare him to a soldier in a war.”

“But he wasn’t in a war.” Shawn objected.

“I say it was.” I searched my mind for an example to make my point and found one in American history. “In 1944, during World War Two, over a hundred thousand men boarded ships, crossed the English Channel to France, landed on beaches, and fought their way inland against overwhelming odds.

“When I sit here, comfortable in this bedroom, I can’t imagine the guts it took to step onto that beach under heavy fire, and charge into the bullets.  The natural impulse would be to head in the other direction as quickly as possible.  Those men put themselves in the position of having their lives threatened directly by bullets and shells.  Why didn’t they stay home where it was safe?  Because it wasn’t safe at home as long as the evil dictators were ruling Europe.”

I saw that Shawn was following my example, so I continued with it. “Those men knew that, eventually the fight would come to the American continent.  They also knew that if all of Europe was defeated by then, America would have to stand on its own and fight on its own soil.  Some men were drafted into the service, but many volunteered.  Bem was a volunteer.  He was convinced there was a real danger to the way of life in the Protectorate, and he did what he thought was right to defend that way of life.”

Shawn looked at me in disbelief for the justification I’d laid out for him.  “Are you telling me killing three hundred people was a good thing?”

“No.  Remember, he didn’t kill three hundred people.  Most of that number were executed by the state.  Bem gave the evidence, but the laws of the land and the courts dealt the justice.  Bem only killed when he absolutely had too.  I also believe that killing is always a bad thing, but sometimes people do bad things for the right reasons.  Instead of judging him for the blood on his hands, we should thank him for protecting us.”

I felt Shawn’s unsettled emotions as he thought that over.  His uncertainty faded and was replaced by anxiety.  He got up, sat down, got up, sat down, got up and moved toward the door.  “I’ll be right back.”  He said and left the room.

While he was gone, I felt his emotions jump all over the map as I undressed for bed.  His anxiety built gradually, then spiked, then dropped and was replaced with relief and happiness.  I wasn’t in bed yet but was pulling the covers down when he came back.  “What did you do?”  I asked.

“I thanked Bem for protecting us.  He hugged me so tight I thought my ribs would break.  He told me to thank you for being his champion…whatever that means.”

Bem’s kind words brought a smile to my face as I got in bed.  When I settled and Shawn pressed against me, I realized just two nights and one day remained until we left for good.  Sleep came easily and quickly.

When he finishes, he pulls out and I’m left on all fours on the coffee table, my head resting on the black guys crotch, my ass in the air and once again, dripping cum down my legs. I’m simultaneously sexually satisfied, humiliated, spent, gaping, exhausted and a amazed at the feeling of these huge black cocks. Amazed also at the fact that they never seem to get tired, or run out of cum. They seem to be able to fuck me again and again without a break. It’s either a fantasy or a nightmare, or a bit of both. All I know is that as son as I’m finished cleaning myself up, my ass and mouth are ready for more.

“Go get cleaned up, bitch!”, commands the black guy. I get up and walk to the bathroom once again, and once again I wash my body and ass of all the cum I’ve taken. When I step out of the shower the black guy comes in to the bathroom.

“I got some friends over and I need you to serve them drinks. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”, I respond nervously.

“Let’s go.”, he grabs me by the back of the neck and leads me into the living room, still wet from the shower, where I see about six black guys, including the lumberjack, sitting around watching a football game.

“Who needs a beer?”, asks the black guy, and they all say they do. I go to the kitchen and start getting the beers ready. I see a tray on the counter and proceed to use it. I go into the living room and start to hand out cold beer bottles to the men, who alternatively either ignore me or look at me with lustful eyes. As I’m handing out the last beer, one guy says, “I need my dick sucked.” Unsure of what to do, I hesitate.

“You heard the man, bitch. Suck his dick!”, commands the black guy. I go over to the guy who requested a blow job and kneel in front of him. He opens his legs and I start to undo his zipper and pull his cock out. Once again, it’s a large black snake that’s already starting to get hard. I start to lick around the head and then start to suck in earnest. He almost completely ignores me and watches the game as I suck his cock. He’s even talking to the other guys, making comments about the game and drinking his beer as if nothing were happening, as if I weren’t between his legs sucking his dick. Something about this was very humiliating. Something about being used and treated like a sex object for the pleasure of black men, about being ignored except for what my holes can provide to black cock, made me get very hard. I continued to suck and he continued to watch the game until he exploded in my mouth without warning. I swallowed it all, as always. I finished, got up and went back to the kitchen.

“More beer!” I responded by putting some more beers on the tray and going back into the living room. As I’m serving one guy a beer, leaning over the couch to reach him, one of the guests grabs my hips and presses his crotch against my ass. I can feel he’s hard through his pants.

“Let’s see if this bitch can serve beer without spilling any while I fuck his pussy” , laughs the guy behind me. Everyone seems to think its a good idea, and true to the pattern of me being fucked while trying to perform some task or chore, he unzips his pants and starts to push his hard cock in my ass. I have to bend over to give him more access and he is able to slide his cock in me easily. He starts to fuck me in earnest and I’m forced to bend over while holding a tray with two beer bottles on it. I try to balance the tray as he fucks and pounds my ass. It’s difficult, but it manage not to spill anything until he finally cums in my ass and pulls out. They laugh and joke about my skills as a barmaid and how I can serve and take cock up my ass at the same time.

“Let me have a go at the bitch!”, says another guy. He gets up and he’s a massive linebacker type guy. He undoes his pants and out flops an enormous black cock. He lubes himself up and pushes my shoulders down, forcing me to bend over again. He proceeds to insert his huge cock in my ass. This time I moan loudly. He’s big and it feels incredible. I get hard instantly. When he’s in all the way, he grabs my hips and starts to pound me hard. Making me push forward and back, trying to make it difficult for me to hold the tray and not drop the beer bottles.

“C’mon, man. Fuck that bitch good! Make the bitch drop a bottle!”, the others cheer and egg him on, and he proceeds to fuck me harder than before. I’m really moving and shaking pretty violently and having an increasingly hard time balancing the tray and keeping the bottles from falling. They continue to egg him on and he pounds me even harder against the back of the sofa. Finally, a bottle tips over on the tray and spills on the floor. I managed to move it quickly away so it wouldn’t spill on the sofa. The black bull continues to fuck me relentlessly until he cums deep in my ass. They cheer him for making me spill the beer on the floor. I’m left holding a tray with my ass gaping and my second load of cum in less than half an hour.

“Go clean it up, bitch! Don’t just stand there!”, commands the black guy. I go to the kitchen and find cleaning supplies and proceed to clean the floor. While I’m on my hands and knees cleaning, another guy positions himself behind me and starts to fuck me, pounding me hard and making it difficult for me to complete my chore. They look over at me and laugh and make comments. “Look at the bitch try’in to clean with his ass full of cock!”, they laugh at me. They seem to love to humiliate me and fuck me in difficult positions and circumstances. They get a kick out of fucking me while I try to do a chore and laughing at me. The guy cums in my ass and pulls out. I finish cleaning the spilt beer but now also have to clean all the cum that dripped from my ass. The day continued like this until nightfall, me serving them food and drinks and sucking dick and being fucked in humiliating positions. They all seemed to have enormous stamina and gallons of cum that never seemed to end. My stomach was full of cum and my ass was a sloppy mess from all the fucking I took. I myself came several times that day without ever having touched my cock. I came just from the fucking they gave me. When the game was over, all the guys left except the black guy and the lumberjack. I was ordered to make dinner for them. I stood in the kitchen making dinner with my ass gaping and throbbing from all the black cocks I took that day, my mouth and throat kind of sore from all the sucking I did and my stomach full of black cum. I served dinner just like I did breakfast, with the frilly apron on and standing next to the table quietly as they ate and talked. I occasionally brought them something they requested, but I mainly stood next to the table waiting for instructions, wondering what the night would bring.

Whether or not this is a good idea rushes through my head but this moment is something that I never thought would ever happen. Henry’s hands run along my abs and up my chest as I watch him with so much eagerness just wanting to feel my pecs which are solid but not as big as his but I see him smiling getting to feel my body right now.

I lean back so my abs flex as Henry starts to kiss them going up my body, as I moan and feel his surprisingly soft lips kissing my pecs right now as his hands also run around my chest still. As he continues to rub and kiss my body, I lean over and take off his shirt and gasp at the size of his muscles and how firm they are for their sizes.

Despite always wanting to be the centre of attention, Henry pushes me away from touching him as right now he just wants to focus on my body right now as I close my eyes and moan, knowing that I’m getting harder in my shorts and trying to not freak him out.

Going up my body, Henry kisses my neck and I can sense that he wants to kiss me and I want to kiss him as well but every time we get close to kissing properly he pulls away. “We don’t need to do this, I never was expecting this or anything” I say to Henry who nods at me before just pausing as he was about to say something.

“But I want to do this with you Jacob” he says I actually see a boy that wants to have a romantic experience right now but doesn’t know how to do it at all and that for someone so confident even in the biggest Rugby games, the nervousness of this is taking control of him as he is slightly shaking.

Hearing him say that he wants to do this with me stuns me into total silence and shock as I didn’t expect him to say that at all and just take in this moment. The pause of me in shock catches Henry by surprise “Did I say something wrong? I fucking knew this was dumb to think that you were genuine” he says as I grab his arm as he gets up.

“Hey, I want this too but I just never expected you of all people to say something like that to a guy like me”. Henry turns around, still with his shirt flung onto the floor as I stand up and look at him “I’ve never had a moment like this ever and this is all so new to me” my raw honesty probably not the best look but for all the dreams I’ve had of being with a guy and in my first romantic moment and it being so easy there, it’s terrifying doing it in person let alone with Henry Walker.

“I know you’ve been with girls and dated them so you’ve had all the experience in the world of what it’s like to have sex for the first time and kissing a girl and just all that stuff” I say as Henry turns around again and his deep voice goes extremely shy and quiet as he mutters something under his breath. “What did you say? Go ahead, take the crack that you know you want to that I’m probably the only guy at this school who’s not going to be a priest that is still a virgin because I know all about the tally you guys keep”.

Henry just turns and looks at me annoyed by what I just said “I’m a fucking virgin alright” he says angrily almost as if he thinks that it’s a bad thing and that I’m trying to do it to rub the fact in.

My surprise is through the roof as I hear him say that because for all the bullshitting about who he has been with, I thought it was just him embellishing the truth, not actually just making it up completely hiding both the fact he’s gay and still a virgin.

I stand there for a minute and hold his hand as he is so unsure right now “I didn’t mean anything by the comment at all ok? I was just saying what I thought I knew” I say as I don’t know how Henry is going to react as he just sits on the couch again.

“You’re the only person in the world that knows about my secret and first person I’ve felt that I could do this with” he says as I put my arm around him to show him some love because I’ve always sensed from our first conversation there isn’t a lot of love or support in his family.

I sit there rubbing his shoulder telling him everything is ok “It’s ok to be in this situation, it makes us who we are and right now the most important person is you and what you think should be the only thing that matters”. I don’t know whether my words help but Henry just looks at me and puts his head on my shoulder as I keep rubbing his back.

“Thanks Jakey” he says to me as I smile and try not to push him too fast and push him out of his comfort zone as we just sit there and enjoy each others company. I don’t know how long we sit there before Henry looks at me and holds my cheek stroking it for a moment before he nervously comes in and I feel his soft lips against mine as our first kiss is quick as he looks at me as we both smile.

There’s a cheeky grin on both our faces right now as we just nod and go back into kissing each other this time the nerves seem to be gone as our arms wrap over each other and we both start making out and for me at least there is something relatively normal about this. Henry for his big and tough exterior is really passionate as we make out and I feel him use his muscles to push me onto the bed as we continue making out.

I lay on the bed as Henry continues to kiss me and I feel his pecs up against mine as we make out and again he quickly kisses down my body as I run my hand through his hair. The worshipping of my body right now is amazing as I thought for sure that Henry would be so dominant but he just keeps kissing me as I feel his slowly moving my pants as he rubs my bulge in my cheap briefs as I moan.

I keep my eyes closed, partly embarrassed by how cheap my underwear is but just enjoying the moment feeling a stud like Henry Walker now holding my cock in his hand. Henry starts to kiss my cock as I reassure him about only doing what he’s comfortable with which seems to be a lot as he sucks on my head before going down further. Letting Henry get used to sucking cock, is actually amazing seeing this guy who is simply a narcissist not caring about anyone else, now solely focused on how I feel.

The blowjob is amazing as Henry goes deeper as he tries to get used to having 8 inches of meat down his throat. His efforts are amazing as my leaking cock are adding difficulties for him right now but as each bit of pre goes down his throat it gets easier as my first blow job feels expertly done even with the moments where Henry has to stop to regain his composure and just take a break.

I look at Henry as he takes a few deep breaths “You’re doing amazingly but remember” before I finish my sentence, his head is back over my cock and sucking it deeper than he did before still trying to get used to the taste of everything as I moan loudly. I look at him as he slides himself out of his pants and briefs in one swift move and I see his meaty cock as spring out.

Henry isn’t what you’d call hung but there is a pretty solid girth to his cock and I’m even more surprised that whilst trimmed he still has a fair bit of hair around his pubes. “Holy shit” I say as he smiles at me and rubs my chest before going down deeper on my cock and feel his nose hitting my skin as my whole cock disappears into his mouth and deep down his throat.

My cock leaking as I’m trying to control blowing my load too quickly right now as Henry can sense my cum flowing and pulls off almost repulsed at first by the thought but then after a few deep breaths he goes back down on my cock sucking on it and his head going faster.

Henry feels me about to cum and quickly pulls off trying to make sure that I don’t “Want me to suck you now?” I ask him as he nods and he lays down on the bed and gets into position for me to go down between his muscular thighs.

My confidence is shot right now because I thought that I could do this easily but the panic is running through that I’m going to be so turned on by him sucking my cock but the job that I do is going to be just awful. I slowly put my mouth over the head, trying to replicate what I’ve seen in porn trying to make Henry enjoy it.

I slowly go down further and Henry moans enjoying the feeling of my mouth sucking on his hard cock right now as I can feel his full balls right as my hand goes down to massage them which turns him on more. Henry slowly grabs my head but instead of holding my head, he is just running his hand through my hair enjoying the feeling and taking in the whole experience.

As our cocks leak, Henry climbs to the other end of the bed and we start sucking on each other right now, both of us moaning loudly now and thankfully the walls are extra thick because right now we’re both getting pretty loud. I pull off his cock and look at him “So are we going to fuck?” I say not sure whether Henry wants to do it or not right now.

Without saying he gets on all fours right now and just looks at me waiting for me to fuck him as his ass is also surprisingly hairy as I push my face deep into his firm beefy ass right now, tonguing his hole as he starts moaning as my tongue goes to work on his hole.

The feeling of his firm ass is amazing and it was weird because in my head even though I wanted to be with a guy, rimming and licking another guys hole seemed to be weird and a bit gross to me but now that Henry has his ass open, I’m so into it and Henry is loving it to.

As I rim his hole, I push my finger in getting him loose and trying to open his extremely tight hole which he grimaces at getting just the single finger in his hole right now. Finger fucking him, I just want to get him ready for a real cock in there because even though I know I haven’t done it yet, I know that the real thing will hurt a lot when I start to fuck.

I look at Henry as I stand there “Want me to fuck you raw or condom?” I ask as he thinks about it for a moment as I can’t tell what he’s thinking right now. “Raw” he says as I smile and he check whether that’s what he wants right now as I start to get more dominant as Henry is begging me for my cock to fill his hole.

Grabbing Henry’s hips, I pull him closer to me as I grab some lube that I keep for when I jerk fantasising over guys like Henry and his friend Toby. Having Henry just submitting to me right now is amazing and he moans begging me “Fuck me Jacob, I want your cock inside my tight virgin hole” he says begging me as I keep teasing him and slapping my cock onto his crack and hole right now.

“Fuck I need that so badly baby” Henry is on the bed begging me to fuck him as I enjoy being the dominant one right now and the most powerful guy both on the rugby field and around the school but right now he has no power and control and has to beg. “You think you can handle my cock” I say slapping Henry’s ass with both my cock and hand right now as he’s nodding and I’ve got him in my hands right now.

Henry moans as I do it “Fuck I need your hard cock pounding my ass so deep, make me moan baby” he says to me as I smile and start to slowly push the head in. “OH FUCK” it’s only the tip going in and I can see Henry gripping the sheets on my bed right now.

I close my eyes as I start to push in further as Henry is trying to control his breathing right now to bear the pain of my thick cock going into his virgin hole. “You ok there?” I say as Henry just moans right now and I smile knowing that this is going well so far.

Keeping my cock in there right now but not pushing further or pulling out just because I want Henry to get used to the size of my hard meat in his ass and I wait. “Fuck that hurts but it’s amazing bro” he says as I start to push in deeper until he groans loudly “FUCKING HELL THAT HURTS LIKE HELL” he says and I know that he has been through a lot of pain on the field.

Without his say so, I start to pick up the speed as I start to fuck his virgin ass as we are here both losing our virginity right now. Henry is moaning as I keep pushing deeper into his tight hole and I’m fucking it hard as he has turned from moaning and groaning in pain to moaning and groaning in pleasure knowing that he is enjoying the feeling of being fucked.

I pull out of Henry and flip him over because I want to see his face as I fuck him and putting his muscled legs on my shoulders is heavy work but I quickly forget about as my cock goes deep inside him and I can see his eyes rolling back into his head in pure pleasure as I keep fucking him deeply.

“Holy shit yeah, fuck my tight ass Jakey” he says as I just take control balls slapping against his ass right now, really hoping that nobody is home next door because my bed is banging against the wall hard right now as I’m balls deep inside one of the school’s most prominent students right now and tough Rugby captain is now just a bitch on my bed.

I’m fucking Henry hard right now as he moans and I can see his cock leaking on his chest right now as I can feel myself wanting to cum. “I’m close to cumming baby” I say to Henry who nods his head “Just don’t cum in me bro… I.. just…” I pull out of his ass right now and start jerking my cock and ru it against his right now before we both blow at the same time all over our bodies as I lean over and kiss him.

Henry grabs my head as he lays there and right now the kiss turns into a full on make out as our sweaty bodies are now on top of each other as I run my fingers over his cum soaked chest and suck on one before getting him to taste our loads mixed together.

Gaining our breath back, I look deeply into Henry’s eyes “How did that feel?” I ask as I can tell in his head that he enjoyed it but there would be so many emotions going through his head having just lost your virginity to someone you hate or at least that’s what I’m thinking he is thinking.

“It was amazing baby” he says as the romantic side to him is really coming out and I think there is some actual affection for me. “I’m glad, I thought maybe that you regretted it with me” I say my confidence probably lacking compared to where it should be.

Henry looks at me as we lay next to me and he kisses me for a moment “No way at all, it felt really special to do it with someone I feel connected with” he says as I smile at him as we lay there both still naked taking in this moment.

“Can’t believe that we just lost our virginity together… I’d never thought I’d have sex with Henry Walker” his smile right now is a touch embarrassed by that comment. “I’m glad that I did it with someone who is special like you are, you are an amazing guy”.

I woke up from a quickly fading dream of having my photo shot for making it on San Francisco’s top 25 tech stars under 25 years old. I wasn’t in my bedroom, or any bedroom I recognized, though the room wasn’t completely unfamiliar. I was laying on a medical chair, in a lab that looked very much like the one I demo’ed in Dubai for healthcare mogul Perdana Saleh. Woozy from slumber, I tried to stand up but only my torso moved.

“Whaaa-” I started saying in a groggy stupor, to no one in particular. I tried again moving my limbs more aggressively and noticed my hands and feet were manacled and held in place by four mechanical limb lab assistants, built in the same design language as ApolloBiotech’s autonomous surgical assistants, I recognized from my pitches. My gym-built muscles were useless to help me escape.

“Calm down, good morning,” you said gently. I was perplexed to find the voice coming from my boss’ boss. My mind calmed as memories trickled back of the moments prior, coming to your home for a job interview for Hermes Motors, you telling me about my new role at ApolloBiotech, Stealth Division, and you teasing my rock hard cock with erotic handjobs without letting me cum.

Noticing my jacked physique like it was the first time, I saw that I was completely naked. My body fur was buzzed down to stubble except for my treasure trail and areola swirls. I should have considered manscaping, on my own earlier, since my chest and abs really popped with this cosmetic change. Even my pubes were taken down. My balls looked huge and my dick looked decently larger.

“I mean, it’s only afternoon since you were just out for a few hours, but I hope you’re well-rested anyway, Mr. Macedo,” you said in an angelic melody. “While you were under, I installed the upgrades for Project Mac. The scarring is minimal thanks to ApolloBiotech’s surgical assistant, as you know from being a sales expert on the product.”

What the fuck were you talking about? Scarring? Upgrade? Installation?

“We’ve installed some drones, courtesy of Stealth Division. The drone installed in your testicle sack is nicknamed ‘Cicada’ drone and is attached to the root of your penis. The drone installed in your rectum is nicknamed the ‘JellyTick’ drone and is attached to the wall against your prostate.”

Fuck. The new role you offered me was to be a product, I recalled. You were using me as a sandbox for a “…living doll,” I said to myself, but toward you.

“Good, you remembered. Yes, investors from an exclusive social club called the Black Book are developing you as a product for users who want a living sex doll immersive experience. A club more exclusive than Wingtip for the finance crowd in the Financial District, or even the Battery for the tech crowed a few blocks over in Jackson Square,” you acknowledged. “They’re certainly going to love your charm. I’ve seen you wield your charisma against Doug. While he’s a great head of sales at ApolloBiotech, and aligns with the mission of Stealth, you and I both know he has an exploitable weakness. And you’re talented enough to recognize he was helpless but to hire you on when you coyly worked your strong body and not-so-innocent flirtation.”
 
“What the hell did I ever do to you to be enslaved like this?” I lamented.

“You didn’t do anything to me, personally. However, you probably should have done better due diligence to ensure you weren’t bedding underage women so the leverage against you wouldn’t exist,” you gloated. “But between you and me, our investors would have been determined to get their hands on this muscular golden-tanned physique anyway. You aren’t the ‘perfect’ look we were thinking of but you’re definitely interesting to look at. One investor is going to love your spanish lips, in particular. Another investor will be fond of your thick strong glutes. But Dieter Zhel will require a specific upgrade. He has an obsession with men’s nipples, in his own crude words, ‘titpigs’.”

Dieter Zhel was a name familiar to me. He was a free trade-big tech libertarian like I was, and notable for being a queer social conservative. A billionaire entrepreneur in the same league as Musk or yourself. Though, some of his venture capital projects were scrutinized as controversial, like in the area of surveillance or life extension.

You brought two mechanical limb lab assistants to my chest level. Nozzles extended from the mechanical limbs, suctioning around my garnet-mahogany areolas. A viscous liquid was sprayed, followed by a puff of chill air, hardening my nipples. Several tiny artificial legs, covered in what felt like feathers, distended in the tube and began to whirl around my hard nipples. 

*Uhhh* 

I groaned in sensitivity. 

“Don’t mind the discomfort, for now. By the end of this process, your brain should be rewired to associate that sensation with pleasure. My goal is to make your nipples your most erogenous zone for Dieter,” you said determined. You brought four more mechanical arms to my body, two at my chest level, two at my hips. Artificial tongues extended from the mechanical limb heads and began licking my pits and adonis belt on both sides. The autonomous tongues had the capability to alternate temperature from warm to cool and could puff up with spikes or deflate back to squishy softness. 

*Fuccckkk* 

I groaned in pleasure. Being turned on by my erogenous zones made me lose focus on any discomfort from my nipples. My cock pulse straight up toward my abs.

One final mechanical limb was brought to my groin. The end of this mechanical limb was a prong head with a spinning satin ribbon. You guided my glans to the center of it. The sensation on my cock head was out of this world. To an outside observer, I would have looked like a lab animal being tested on. I felt like one too. 

I lost track of whatever sense of time I did have while you were monitoring the flexing of my body. 

When I was so close to shooting, you turned everything off but the nipple feathers. 

I didn’t care about my nipple sensations. My body could not stop what already started.

*clamp* 

My cock was twitching but nothing was coming out. My orgasm was stuck in it’s tracks.

“What the fuck was that?” I turned to you dismayed while you giddily laughed at me.

“That was your introduction to the ‘Cicada’ drone. It can measure when you’re about to orgasm, and when set to chastity mode, the ‘legs’ will clamp your spermatic chords, preventing you from cumming. With the ‘Cicada’ installed internally, there’s no need for an external chastity cage,” you showed me the app setting on your phone.

“Why the fuck won’t you let me cum? You already edged me twice this morning,” I groused, pulling at my restrained limbs. 

“For my entertainment,” you responded plainly. “But you’re right, I do want to move this along and introduce to you what else the ‘Cicada’ can do.”

Pablo’s Life in Prison

Loco has been fucking me every night. And sometimes throughout the day. He sluts me out to his top brothers that are in here with us.

I met with my cheap ass public defender last week. Its looking like I am going to catch a guilty charge. And apparently the car i stole had just been used in a bank robbery. Since they could never find the real robbers, they’re pinning it on me. I am facing like 25 years.

I usually wake up before Loco. Our cell is like our little home. Ive made it very comfortable. With Loco’s connections, its pretty easy to get contraband and cute little decorations for our cell. But it doesnt distract me from the harsh reality: I am in prison.

Being with Loco has actually really helped. Despite is tough exterior, he actually is quiet a sweetheart. He told me he loved me a few weeks ago and i said it back.

Loco is a drug kingpin, in big with the mexican cartels. He got stuck on a domestic violence charge when a tranny threatened to out him if he didnt pay her. He refused and beat the bitch’s ass. The rest is history. The cops didnt know at the time, but Loco, Aka Ricardo Lopez is also a wanted many in 4 states for 7 drive-by’s and 4 murders. And thats just what they could get him on.

His former bodyguard Macho got released. Loco doesnt mind being behind bars to let the heat die down, but he needed someone he trusts to be running the show on the outside. So, he called in some favors to get Macho released.

I look around. Its still dark, the daylight just barely peeking through the small window. I can hear some of the other inmates. Nick and Dom in their cell playing cards. Nick is Loco’s new bodyguard and Dom is Loco’s sister’s boyfriend. Nick came in on assaulting a police officer, an assignment given to him by Macho. Loco pulled strings to get him transferred to our block. Dom is one of Loco’s best pimps. Loco’s sister Keisha was one of their hoes, until Dom (at least we think its Dom) got pregnant. 

I can even hear old man Julian down the hall playing his flute. I get up to pee. Loco makes me pee with the toilet seat down. He says bitches act like bitches. He said i can dress how i want, look how i want, as long as i look nice. 

The lights come on. 

*Round up in 20mins. Wake up. Use the bathroom. Get dressed. Blocks A and C will go to the showers after round up*

As his bitch, its my duty to wake Loco up with head every morning. I go to him, as he sleeps in our bed in his underwear. I pull his dick out of his briefs, and kiss the tip. It smells clean, with light wiffs of musty. i take the tip in my mouth, and lick around the tip. Its soft, but still long. He gently puts his hand on the back of my head, and pushes it up and down. He thrusts his hips. fucking my throat. Im gagging on his dick, as it hits the back of my throat. Its sloppy and wet. He takes it out my mouth to slap it against my face. Im wet and sloppy.

He moans softly, with his free hand he feels on my ass. He thrusts faster and faster.

“Fuckkkkk bitch, im finna nut down yo throat” he says to me. My mouth fills with his warm nut, he holds my head down with his dick touching the back of my throat. 

“swallow it” he commands. “okay daddy” i respond.

I swallow it all. I sit up, i have a little dribble of nut on my lip. he wipes it with his thumb, sticks his thumb in my mouth. I suck on his thumb. He grab my neck, and pulls me closer. He kisses me, licking the rest of the nut off of my face.

“good job bae” he says. He gets up and pees. his daily routine. Then he puts on his jumpsuit. The guards come for roundup. the check each cell. account for each inmate, and then escort us to the showers.

A guard grabs my arm, “come with me” he commands. He’s tall and thin, darkskin and has long dreads. “Aye friend, he’s with me” loco responds. The guard pushes loco against a wall. “this doesnt concern you inmate” he tells loco. A guard disobeying loco? he must be new. He escorted me out of the block and……

To be continued

We were in high school and we were in the same grade. We were friends and we would sleep over each others houses. We would play video games and would watch cartoons together, so we were really close. This one night after playing video games and watching tv.  This is the first time we would actually do stuff and it would be the start of a line of encounters. We were preparing for bed. I took a shower first and started feeling horny. I stroked my cock a little and dried off wrapping a towel around my lower half of my body and walked into his room. He was on his bed watching tv. I said to him he can take a shower now. He got up and walked to the bathroom and closes the door and I heard the water running. I started feeling horny again so I unwrapped the towel and started stroking myself again. About 30 mins later he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around himself and asked me what I was doing? I quickly stopped and said nothing nervously. It does not look like nothing. I showed my hard cock and he said wow that is a really big thick dick. I asked him how big is his dick and he was like I do not know as he was clutching his towel. Come on don’t be shy I said I totally let go of my towel and I was still on hard. Let me see your dick. He said no it is nothing special. I ran up to him tugging at his towel he kept trying to hold it together but I ripped it right out of his hands. You saw mine so I have to see yours it is only even. Used both hands to cover himself. Oh come on why are you being shy I asked. You see mine. I started swinging my hard dick around and started stroking it. He looked at me and said well I am not as comfortable as you are being naked now let me get my underwear. He tried scooting over to his dresser but I blocked him. Nope not until I see yours. I said, why do you want to see it so bad? I just want to be even and see yours. He finally let go of his cock and it was big and thick like mine but his was uncut. Woah I said look at the nuts on you there now you have seen it now can I get my underwear. Hold on hold on see mine is hard I want to see yours get hard. What he asked? Yeah I want to see yours get hard like mine. I have never done this before. Neither have I. It is only fair. What is with you. I am curious like you are. I can tell you are now stroke I demanded. Ok fine. He started stroking his cock and I saw it get bigger. I looked in delight. And I started stroking mine as well. We both are looking at each other stroking our long black cocks together. I walked up closer to him and he walked back asking me what I was doing. I just want to see how it feels. That is all. I am sure it feels the same as yours. I reached my hand out to stroke him but he moved away. Look do you want to get your underwear? Let me stroke you. Ok fine I stroked and pulled on his cock. He started moaning and he got bigger as well. Woah you really are long and thick. I stroked his for-skin back and forth and he moaned really intensely. I jiggled his balls and he said ok that is enough can I get my underwear now?  Well you can if you stroke me back. Oh come on you got to be kidding me. Do it or you are not getting your underwear I said sternly again. Ok fine. He grabbed my shaft and annoyingly started jerked me slowly. Oh my god yes that is it. I moaned. Yes yes. I moaned and was feeling hot. Ok ok I stroked you. As he stopped. Yeah you did but now one more thing. Oh my god what he said annoyingly. I rushed at him pressed my cock up against his cock. What are you doing he asked. I am just trying to keep warm, since we are both naked.  I grinded my cock on his and we both were moaning. He said this has never happened to me before as he stood there as I was grinding our dicks. Yes oh yes this feels so good I grabbed his butt cheeks tight squeezing them and pulling his mid section closer to mine. Oh my god you are a freak. He moaned. It is only freaky if we cum. He looked at me with his mouth open. I could tell he was enjoying the feeling. He said my name and I was saying his. Yes right there I said that is it. That is the spot he held my back as I was bumping out cocks together the thawpping started to get louder and Louder and more intense as our moans started to get more intense. He started to get louder but I shushed him  whispering in his ear he is going to wake everybody. I squeezed his butt cheeks and started humping him to his bed and landed on top of him. I moved my hands from his cheeks and grabbed his hands and put it over his head. Yeah oh my god you feel so good yeah give it to me. I stopped and looked at him. And said see I can tell you are enjoying this to. Oh my god this is just so good. We heard walking in the kitchen so we got up and grabbed our underwear real quick and put them on and got in the bed properly. We heard his  door crack and his mother said good night to us he said good night to his mother and I said good night also and she shut the lights off and closes the door. About thirty mins later I was still horny and did not feel like jacking off. So I asked if he was asleep and he did not answer. So I turned to face him and he was sleeping on his back perfect I thought. I pulled off my underwear and I reached over and pulled his underwear off slowly as well trying not to wake him. When I completely pulled his off I got on top and started grinding on him. He woke up moaning and asked what I was doing. I need this I said while grinding slowly on him. I need to finish. He started moving faster trying to get me off of him but the more he moved the more intense our cocks were rubbing and the more we both were moaning. Yes come on that’s it I said. Fuck, shit he started cursing. Oh yeah sss Ah, shit I said I could feel him bumping and moving our cocks all over each other I put my mouth to his ear and whispered fuck yeah keep going. He was moving more intensely and he said I am about to nut you freak. Me to I moaned and we both let out an intense moan. As we both cam at the same time. It was so intense that I had to grab the bed sheets. As we were both heavy breathing i felt my body spaz with each ejaculation and I felt his body spaz to. Fuck he moaned intensely fuck. I whispered in his ear shhh. We need to be quite as I was about done cumming on his stomach. When we were both done with main cumming I wanted to make sure that we both nutted every drop so I reached in between us and grabbed both of our cocks and squeezed them pulling them up. As I made sure that we both had all of ejaculation out.  I could feel his body spaz and we both were breathing heavily. I whispered in his ear we both are freaks now huh. Moaned and said you think? I hopped off from on top of him and I went to sleep. The next day I woke up with morning wood and that is a story for another day.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to move to Chicago, but the company that was flying me there for the interview was one of the better places to work for and even as a holder of a newly minted Harvard MBA, I knew this would be an incredible job to land. Executive leadership track, and high-paying in a medium cost of living city. 

It wasn’t like I was eager to leave Boston, either. I’d had a good bit of luck as a younger man into topping older, exec types. Between the middle-aged professional gay men and the straightish dudes looking to play with a guy, I had achieved a nice mix of regular fuckbuddies and new conquests over two years. Some provided oral service only, and that was great, while some let me fuck them. I didn’t think of myself as a shallow asshole, but maybe with sex I was, getting off on the fact these older, successful men would drop things for me to take care of my needs.

Maybe the only drawback was that New England reserve. During my college years at Clemson, I’d gotten very used to a needy, hungry type of Southern daddy. I wouldn’t say those years turned me onto older bottoms, but they cemented my love of a 40- or 50-something masculine man with a submissive side. I found my share of bottom dads in Boston, but few really wanted to embrace or indulge the kind of submissiveness that really got me going.

When I started my MBA program, I had my sights set on New York, of course. Even if less than 1% of those hot Wall Street types were bottoms, that was still a lot to have fun with. About once every couple of months, I’d take the train down and line up a couple of hot hookups that put those Boston execs to shame.

But I was starting be realistic. I sent some applications to a number of New York companies and had some initial interviews, but I wasn’t going to land an opportunity like William Blair. 

So I bought a new interview suit, on the conservative side of conservative business dress, and a new, equally conservative, tie, and I flew out to Chicago. They were putting me up for two nights in a hotel in the Loop, and I decided to tack on a third night to enjoy the city and do a little reconnoissance.

After a delayed flight, I thought maybe I’d just keep that first afternoon and evening low key. Walk around downtown a little, grab a bite somewhere, that kind of thing. As a Southern boy, I’ll admit I wasn’t keen on the idea of Chicago weather, but spring had sprung in the best way for my arrival. I checked in to my hotel and freshened up. When I stepped out again, the city’s energy gave me a second wind. Best of all there were a fuck ton of hot guys walking around, some in business casual, some in suits. A lot with that cornfed Midwestern look that I decided I liked. 

That’s why I pulled up the apps. I knew I’d love have a hot older guy sucking me or bending over for me that evening. Perfect way to see what Chicago was about, I figured. 

Of course, there’s often that disconnect between the hotness you see walking around and the guys available on the apps. Don’t get me wrong: some other dude would have been happy enough with what I saw. But there was a sea of regular “jocky” gay men that didn’t push my buttons, and a good majority of the older guys who did listed total top or top vers. I had a profile that was specific in who I was and what I wanted: total top, very verbal, into fit/regular professional/executive men 40+, love submissive guys, but newbies/DL guys OK. In reality, if the guy was hot enough, I’d ease back on the dom talk, and in Boston that seemed to happen a lot, but that was on a case-by-case basis.

I checked out Sniffies for a few prospects. But either I didn’t hear back from them or nothing clicked. I got a few hits myself. Two were not my type at all, one was more a “not now but maybe later” groundwork chat. 

I grabbed some dinner in a restaurant bar. The happy crowd was still lingering and I had a good sightline to a couple of middle aged businessmen at the other end of the bar. Blond, beefy, tall… Chicago certainly gave me some welcome eye candy.

I enjoyed the surreptitious bone I was forming sitting at the bar. Maybe I had a libido that could spill over into sex addiction, but it had been a solid week since I’d had a business daddy suck me, and the number of hot business guys in the airport and walking around downtown Chicago had my imagination running wild. 

I opened Grindr again. Nothing caught my eye, but as I browsed Sniffies I got a message. The profile was a shell that had no picture, showing up about 4 blocks away, but the stats listed sounded up my alley: 58, 6’2″ 195# bottom, corporate/clean cut married looking for corporate/bro/jock/son. Not hosting. 

His tone was perfect, too: “Hi man. Fucking hot profile. Long day in meetings and I need to let off some steam…”

I didn’t have pictures of him to go by, but was willing to engage. “How would you do that?” I asked.

The response was immediate. “It’s been too long since I sucked a cock.”

OK, I wanted pictures. “Pics?”

He sent me a few. No face, but there was one framing a chin/mouth shot and the top of a shirt/tie combo, all drenched in dripping cum. Very nice jawline and, I dunno, he had a hot mouth. The other was a mirror selfie of his body. He might be 58 but had that fit-daddy look, like a man who lifts and runs and plays racquetball regularly. He had my attention a big way.

“Hot profile yourself,” I typed back. The man was about two blocks away. “I can send you more pics if you want,” I typed.

“Feel free,” he wrote. “But your cock is enough man. I wanna take care of that.”

OK, I was rockhard beneath the bar ledge. I’d have to think of something unsexy to be less obscene when I left. I had more than a prospect, I had a pretty sure thing. 

“I don’t recripocate,” I clarified. As much as I put on my preferences and expectations on the profile, some dudes had reading comprehension problems, or liked to play cute by pushing their luck.

“I just like being on my knees for a guy like you.” Goddam. “I just can’t host.”

“I’m staying at a hotel,” I typed back. “When can we make this happen?”

“Give me 45 minutes? I still have some work bullshit to tend to.”

“Sounds great,” I typed him my hotel and room number, then flagged the bartender to pay my check. 

I was getting so turned on by the time I got back to my room. Maybe I shouldn’t let it go a week between blowjobs, but even with the apps and overall having the goods that attracted men, it wasn’t always feasible to get the service I wanted. I’ll be honest: the more luck I had, the pickier I got about the kind of older men I wanted. 

I told myself not to get too excited for this hookup. Maybe the guy was a bullshitter, or maybe he wouldn’t be as hot as the corporate daddy in my mind. Still, I was feeding off his submissive vibe and wanted to set the tone for the encounter. Once in my room, I stripped down naked. 

I took a look in the mirror to check my appearance. I had an athletic build, from years of playing tennis, including on the Clemson men’s tennis team, and in my last couple of years I’d kept up my game and a regular gym routine. Maybe it helped being into older men, but that’s just how I was wired. My first time with another guy was with my high school tennis coach, and I hadn’t looked back. 

A knock came at the door. I went and peeked through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t housekeeping or anyone else. Indeed, a suited handsome daddy stood outside. I didn’t get a great view of him that way, but I opened the door, and let him in. 

Up close, he was just incredible. Executive cut brown hair showing some wisps of gray at the temples, upright posture, a trim but muscular body that filled out a clearly expensive and well tailored suit.

His eyes widened and he laughed a little when he saw I was completely naked. 

I took the initiative though. “You said you were here to take care of me, right?”

He nodded, looking down at my erection. “Definitely,” he said. Then without fanfare the exec got onto his knees and started to kiss and nuzzle my dong, while letting out a soft, deep grunt. 

I actually loved this give and take. When an older man so clearly is there to service me. But I also loved for a cocksucker to enjoy my dick in the way that turns him on. Exec Daddy liked the slow approach, working me to steel hardness with his tongue and fingers before actually taking me in between his lips. 

I was curious how long it had been for the guy, he was just attacking my bone like an addict getting a needed fix. Deep descent onto my cock with each bob, and getting deeper. He gagged a little before settling into the pace. That was hot as fuck. 

He took the liberty of running his hands along my hairy thighs and curling around the hamstrings for leverage and balance as he really got into it. It was starting to feel real good. This was gonna be a blowjob to make me forget my last five. There was just no comparison.

Exec Daddy spit out my dick. He swallowed the spit and cleared his throat. “I forgot to ask,” he said. “You like to get off fast? Or you prefer me to take my time?”

Both sounded great. But I knew my answer. “Fuck… take your time.”

He smiled and muttered, “thanks,” before going down on me again. I could tell he was excited to blow me. Maybe excited to blow any guy, but I was the right dude at the right place and time. And though I didn’t have his full story, I seemed to fit his type or what he was looking for. Young, bro-jock type in spades.

His sucking now was exquisite torture. Glacial-slow down my hardon, taking in my girth and running his tongue along the tube of the underside. Maybe he was showing off for me, maybe he was just enjoying the opportunity to worship a cock. He neared the base of my prick, then pulled up just as slowly. The third time down he was kissing my pubes.

From there, Exec Daddy worked me up with precision. Even if this guy’s technique was lousy, he would have pushed my buttons big time. I ran my fingers through his hair as he picked up speed, keeping the deep throating with each swallow.

The man spit out my dick again, licking up the spit to make sure none got onto his tie. “God, this is a big cock,”” he muttered, not even taking his eyes off it. 

“You know how to take it,” I hissed. My dick twitched in front of him. 

That made the executive smile as he looked up at me. “It takes a good bit to trip my gag reflex, actually.”

“Yeah?” I asked, excitedly. 

He nodded, reaching forth to gently stroke my hardon. “I mean, I definitely have one and this bad boy would be enough to do it…. fuck…!”

He took the initiative now in sucking me back in. All in one go. I’d never get sick of this view, his expensive suit framing that fit-dad body. I don’t know Executive Daddy’s story, but he was the real deal all right. And he was giving me some primo head.

I got greedy though. I head onto his skull and started thrusting. It had been too long since I’d used a mouth. I might be putting Exec Daddy’s skills to waste but this is what I craved at the moment. My dick can do some damage if I’m not careful, and I heard some choked grunts, then Exec Daddy pushed against my hips to signal a break. I gave it to him.

He swallowed his spit and caught his breath. “If you’re gonna do that, let’s try on the bed. The angle’s better that way,” he hissed.

“Fuck yes,” I said. I watched excitedly as the man got onto the bed crosswise and lay back with his head over the edge. I gave him a second to get settled then I stepped up. His tongue darted against my cock head, then I felt the warm wetness of his mouth enclose my dick. 

I wasn’t rough but my entry was direct and insistent. Pushing in to bottom out in one go. Exec Daddy moaned around my cock, but in a good way. I tapped his cheek as a signal I was about to start. 

Then I did it. I looked down on this suited middle aged stud and just began fucking his throat. I had restraint in keeping from shoving in too hard but I was deep and steady in my thrusts. It had been too long since I’d found a man who’d let me do this, who was capable of letting me do this. 

My height meant I wasn’t at the perfect level so I leaned forward to allow me to fuck his mouth like a fleshjack. The noises were obscene, with wet slick moans and a little light gags, but mostly Exec Daddy took it. The angle meant I was penetrating his gullet more deeply, and the wet snugness was gonna milk me off, quick.

The trigger though was his reaction. He was throwing hard in his suit trousers, his spike forming a tent in the wool. Exec Daddy arched his back to accommodate my thrusting. That action made me blast. Six, maybe eight, hard spurts of cum right into his stomach. The man was only going to taste the dribbles on the withdrawal.

His face was red from the blood rushing to his head and he had some spit on his face. The man caught his breath and kissed my wet dong as I slipped out. I let him enjoy this, but it was clear he wasn’t going to get off in this session, so I stepped back and gently patted his face. 

“Fuck, thanks,” I hissed. After a good cum, I generally become more easy going, even after more dominating sex.

He got up and washed his face at the sink. He was still hard as he stepped back, adjusting his shirt in his suit to look presentable. I was naked still, and enjoying his eyes on me. “Glad I logged in today,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played.” 

I still had to square the words and easygoingness about sex with his boardroom-ready looks. Maybe he was fibbing to assure me he wasn’t a slut, but given the quality of the suit, I could very much picture him as the kind of man who indulged his need to suck cock only occasionally.

“Glad you did, too,” I said. “You’re an incredible cocksucker,” I added. Friendly in tone but also asserting his submission to me. “I don’t know if you ever do repeats but I’m in town for a few days….”

I could his battling thoughts. But he hadn’t gotten off just now and maybe was letting his dick think for him. “I gotta be careful, man,” he said. Which was basically a yes.

“Absolutely,” I assured him. “I’m totally discreet. I just want your mouth on my dick again, before I head back home.”

He asked if I used a certain message app, and I did. We swapped contact info. Part of me wanted to kiss him but felt it wasn’t his thing. So we bumped fists at the door as I showed him out.

Fifteen minutes later I got a message. “Thank you for that,” he wrote. “You pleased and all drained?”

I felt my dick chub up. “Pleased. Probably could go again to be honest.”

“I wanna suck you again. Maybe first thing tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting to go to 8:30,” I wrote. “But if before 8 that works.

“Yeah, I’m an early riser.” Then, “want your cum to start my work day.”

“Well hit me up first thing. I’ll be up early to hit the gym.” Chicago was only one hour behind, but that meant I’d easily be up before 6. 

“I will man. You’re so fucking hot.”

***

I didn’t fuck Exec Daddy’s face the next morning. Instead, I let him show off his skills on me. I’m a morning guy when it comes to sex, so it took maybe 3 minutes from the time he came in till the time he left, my cum as his breakfast. 

I felt happy and relaxed and I wondered if the experience had tipped the scales in favor of moving to Chicago. I mean, there were hot men everywhere, but Exec Daddy was my type to a frickin T. Even if he was just an occasional thing, I’d be very into establishing something regular with him. 

But that was putting the cart before the horse. I hadn’t been offered a job, and hell I had no idea if the middle aged corporate guy was up for anything more than a couple of times. 

Still, the experience had me ready to do my best for the interview. I made sure everything was perfect for my suit and tie combo and that my black dress shoes were polished, then made my way across the river to William Blair. I met with HR then had a round of VP interviews. I think I did pretty well, but you never really know. I’d been overconfident in one job interview already. I learned and adapted.

They took me to lunch. Even if I didn’t end up landing the job, it was nice to be courted. 

At 1:30, they took me to meet the new director of global wealth management, who’d basically be my boss’s boss and someone I’d be working with as a member of the leadership mentor program.

It was a nice office with a great view of the river and the Chicago high rises. But as the man stood up, I saw the fear and shock and embarrassment on his face. It was Exec Daddy, who’d blown me just six hours earlier. Robert Lyman was the only member of the leadership team whose photo I hadn’t seen; his hire was very recent and his profile page on William Blair’s website still lacked a photo.

I knew my own face betrayed a million emotions, too, but I played it cool. “Cole Edwards,” I said, extending my hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lyman.”

“You can call me Robert,” he said, recovering without too much slipping. “Nice to meet you.” He turned to the HR specialist who was my guide for the afternoon. “Give us 30 minutes, Dan?” he asked.  The HR guy nodded and backed out, shutting the office door behind him. 

I was wrapping my head around the fact that I’d blown my chances at the job. No way would this guy hire me now. At least I’d gotten some hot sex out of it. 

“Of all the cocks in Chicago to suck,” he laughed, face blushing some. 

I leaned back in my seat. Even now, I was getting hard, looking at the man and remembering him going down on me. “Don’t worry Robert,” I said. “I meant what I said about being discreet.”

I wasn’t fishing for anything, but after seeming to think things over he said softly. “You texted earlier you’d be up for another blowjob at the end of the day.”

I was incredulous. “You still offering?” The man must really be cock crazy. Or Robert realized he’d already cross the line, so why stop?

He grinned. “I have plans I can’t get out of,” he replied. “But if you want one now…” 

My cock made it all the way to erect in my new suit. “God yes,” I hissed. Reaching down to undo my belt.

“Let me lock the door,” he said as he bounded up. I liked his suit yesterday better, but this one was equally expensive and perfectly tailored. I unzipped and hauled out my cock and watched him walk back, a naughty grin on his face. 

Right there, in his own office, he got down on his knees on the carpet and scooted in between my spread legs. This was just about the best sex I’d ever had. The emotional power of having this subservient exec going down on me, the fucked up situation, and the amazing cocksucking technique. Blowjob #1 had been about me fucking his face, #2 about him doing all the work. Blowjob #3 was a mix, him bobbing and me assertively pressing his head down on each downstroke. He was probably getting some spit on my trousers, and I hoped to hell I’d be able to pat it dry before my next appointment. 

“Shit!” I growled in a whisper as I fed him his second meal of cum in a day. He slurped and suckled and licked my dick as I rode the aftershocks. 

He finally pulled back, a proud smile on his face. I still couldn’t believe a man that powerful and handsome had made me cum three times in less than 24 hours. He got up and walked back to his desk as I did my best to tuck in. 

“You need a napkin?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” I said. Then tried blotting the spit wetness from the charcoal gray fabric.

“We have about 20 minutes,” he finally said. “Let’s talk about why you think you’d be leadership material at William Blair.”

***

I still didn’t know where I stood. Robert Lyman could kill my application with the lift of his finger, I knew. If I were him, that’s what I’d do. I was an HR nightmare waiting for him to step on if I joined the firm. 

So as I got to my hotel room that night, I was a little moody. But I still replayed those blowjobs in my head. Especially #3. Feeling I’d already done the best – and worse – that I could for the interview, I typed Robert a message. 

“My only regret was that I couldn’t fuck you.” I normally felt a guy out longer or waited for him to bring it up. At least if he was a married with kids type like Robert. With gay daddies you didn’t have to be so coy. I was now feeling like I had nothing more to lose.

I expected radio silence, actually, but got a reply within ten minutes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done that.”

I was hard again. “I’d go easy on you. Scout’s honor.”

“LOL. I think I prefer cocksucking, but you would be the kind of man to persuade me otherwise.”

“What kind of man is that?”

“Jock next door type. Hung. Horny,” he wrote. Then, “Your accent drives me wild, too.”

I smirked. “I look forward to the chance to let you hear it again.”

He took a minute to reply. I wondered if he was with his family, maybe having a late dinner, or watching TV. “You still trying to interview for the job?”

“I’m more interested in interviewing you for a good sub dad,” I answered truthfully.

He didn’t reply. 

***

“May I speak to Cole Edwards?” the woman said. I had gotten so used to not answering phone calls, because of the spam robocalls, but the area code was a Chicago one. 

“Speaking,” I said. I’d just gotten back from the courts where I’d played a game of tennis one of the finance professors. He wasn’t a sub daddy, and was even on the younger side of what I normally went for at 38. But he was extremely handsome and extremely open to giving me head. He sucked me off in the seat of his SUV before dropping me off at my apartment building. 

“I am calling with good news, Mr. Edwards. William Blair was very impressed with your interview and would like to offer you the position.”

The rest of the conversation was short but sweet. She gave me the basics of the offer – compensation, expected hire date, and the next steps. I’d have a week to give my decision. I thanked her and hung up. I was thrilled. I’d been going over the pros and the cons of the job and of Chicago, and I’d practically talked myself into thinking I didn’t even want it. But now the offer was there, I realized how amazing this opportunity would be. 

I wondered if Robert had pulled some strings, or if I’d gotten the position on my own merits. I thought of texting him, but figured now that I would actually be working at the company, I’d have to play it safe. 

But within an hour I got a message from him. “Did I pass the interview?” was his message.

I smirked and typed back. “It’s a start.” I set down my phone and stripped down to shower up. 

Fuck, I was gonna love Chicago.

There was a winsome look on Billy’s face as my hot knob opened up the lad’s sphincter. I’d picked up the 21 year old on my way home from work and we were in the back of my works van having some fun.

“Oh! It hurts a bit he murmured but he didn’t tell me to stop so I pushed a bit harder giving him all of my knob.

I was coming up to retirement age and pretty sex starved as my wife had no interest in fucking any more so I was always on the lookout for a shag with hot young men when possible. The idea of sex with women had long gone, the wife had completely turned me off that idea yonks ago. Now I could indulge in my passion for gay sex that had laid dormant for many years,

“Oooooh! Man it’s going in but it hurts” said Billy gripping hold of my hips.

We were both naked in the cramped van, our clothes in a bundle and the smell of plumbing paraphernalia hitting our noses. I’d used some of my work’s grease product to lube Billy’s tight hole and the lad was beginning to open up his hole for me.

He’d said that his boyfriend had fucked him many times but he much preferred old cock which was music to my ears.

Another harder shove and he took the full eight inches his hands digging into my arse cheeks as he moaned.

“Fuck me mister, fuck me!” he said.

“Call me Dave” I said as I began to fuck his hot arsehole.

Billy had a hot hole that’s for sure and it was nice and tight around my thick cock, so tight that I knew the fuck would be pretty short.

“It feels good” said Billy, now stroking his own dick “Yeah Dave fuck me hard”.

I stopped the thrust of my prick momentarily, I wanted the fuck to last longer and I was already at trigger point. I held my cock still inside Billy’s young fuck hole letting it throb hotly in the intense lushness of the arse.

“Don’t stop Dave fuck me, fuck me” begged Billy.

“I have to for a moment, you’ll have me coming too soon and I want to fuck your lovely arsehole a lot longer”.

“Fuck yes” said Billy “I want it to last too”.

Trouble was Billy’s hole was hot and gripping my dick so tight so after another unavoidable quick fire thrusting I began to cream his hole.

It felt fucking fantastic, unloading my balls in the lad, my prick jerking an absolute wad of spunk deep in his lovely arse.

“Sorry lad, your hole is just too fucking good. I’ve had to shoot my load right up your hot arsehole”.

“Yeah!” he said “Can almost feel the heat and juiciness of it “.

Billy was tossing his own cock, his belly heaving, his breath laboured. I grabbed his balls as he wanked, tugging them away from his cock My dick was about to slip out when he began to orgasm, his arsehole gripping my dick so fucking hard I couldn’t pull out.

“That’s it lad, pump out all that lovely juicy spunk”.

His cum shot copiously up his belly and I played with it rubbing it into his sin and the his nipples before glossing his lips with it.

“Can I kiss you lad and taste that cum?” I asked

He pulled me down to him and slipped his tongue into my mouth His creamy lips coated mine with cum and it tasted fantastic.

Getting stripped in the van was crucial but getting our clothes back on was a chore and a half in the cramped surroundings.

“Billy” I said “I need to fuck you on a bed. In here was good but I need to really fuck you lad”.

“I’m at home alone tomorrow” said Billy a twinkle in his eyes.

I pulled his lips to mine again, the taste of cum  making my cock twitch.

It was going to be great fuck session the next day and I was going to have to keep my hands off my dick in the meantime.

Billy’s home was a detached 3bed with sweeping drive and two garages. the bedroom he took me to was his own, a rather spacious room with large king size bed.

“You sure we wont be disturbed Billy?” I asked.

“My parents are away for two days, we’ll be completely alone” he replied removing his clothes.

I began to strip off too, my eyes watching Billy as he pulled of his under briefs to expose his semi erect cock.

The lad lay on the bed tossing his own prick. He looked confident in his own home and not at all shy. I pulled my briefs off, my cock was rigid and upright and by the look on Billy’s face he needed to suck it.

I climbed onto the bed and parted his lips with my hot knob , his tongue slipped from his mouth and licked over my helmet sending waves of pleasure through my body. Watching Billy take in half of my prick and start sucking had me moaning loudly.

His sucking skills were pretty good and it was obvious that he’d sucked a lot of cocks.

I began to face fuck him, his pretty eyes widening as I slipped in and out of his hot wet mouth.

I reached back for his dick, it was now rock hard and a good size for such a small framed lad.

He pulled my dick out of his mouth.

“I want this big cock inside me” he said whispering the words I want it deep in my arse”.

Who was I to refuse such a request.

I moved down to his hole my dick throbbing. He yelped a little as my knob nudged his sphincter but the lad had prepared his arse with plenty of lube so another push and a yelp and he received a good four inches of hot cock.

The heat of his hole was incredible and another push and I was right up him, my cock throbbing hot in his arse.

I only fucked for a few moments before my balls emptied and my cock jerked a load of spunk into his gut.

“Fuck!” I said “I didn’t want to come that quick”.

“It’s O.K. we have plenty of time” he said “You can fuck me again, in the meantime maybe I could fuck you?”

I was up for that of course, my hole twitching for his young dick. He rolled me onto my belly and lay on top of my back. I could feel his young stiff dick probing for my hairy hole and I pulled my cheeks apart. He shoved his cock right into me and I groaned with the size of it.

“Fuck lad, that’s a big fucking cock” I said, still holding my cheeks wide.

He clutched hold of my shoulders and began to fuck me.

The bed was lovely and springy so Billy’s cock was getting help with the depth of it’s thrusts. He had me moaning and biting into a pillow as he drove his dick into the heart of me.

“Fill me with cum lad” I said “Shoot it deep inside me”.

A jack hammer of a fucking had Billy’s prick launching a lavish stream of spunk into me. Five jerks of his cream flooding into me as he continue shafting my sore arsehole.

“Fuck! Billy! That was fucking awesome lad” I said. He pulled from me, leaving my hole gaping and oozing lad batter.

We lay cuddling for a while, letting our dicks touch and our tongues roll around in sloppy kisses. I wanted to fuck him again after that. My balls were soon full of cum again and my mind was set on a deep fuck of the young lad’s arse.

“Where do you wand me?” he said.

“Every fucking where” I replied, grabbing hold of his stiff cock.

“I want to suck your prick first”.

I lay on my back and Billy straddled me, shoving his dick into my mouth for a good gobbling.

His prick still had that spermy taste which I loved so I was gobbling the lad off excitedly and he was groaning.

I slipped two fingers up his arse once I got the length of his cock down my throat and I just listened to his grateful moans with my own cock standing proud.

I reached his prostate with my fingers and he pushed back on them, loving the pressure on his tender sensitive gland. I could have sucked him right off as I was pretty hungry for spunk but instead I gripped his hips and helped him manoeuvre his arsehole over my cock. A thrust upwards and my knob and half my cock was up him in one. He groaned deeply and I gave him the rest of my prick.

Hands still on his hips I guided him, letting him ride my dick with absolute fuck lust.

I managed to shove a finger inside his hole too which had him whimpering helplessly.

After a few minutes of cock riding I got him onto his back with a pillow wedged under his hips. Now I could really deep fuck the lad’s hot cock munching arsehole.

I thrust deep into his arse my balls slapping him hard and he groaned loudly and wrapped his legs around me. The fucking was petty rough and hard, my cock demanding it that way, my balls sustaining hard whacks against Billy’s lovely arse.

Without a wank Billy began to shoot his sweet cream up his belly with a long moan. His orgasm

clenched my cock hard milking it as his balls released their batter. The feeling was incredible and I wanted to cum at that very moment, my balls jiggling, my cum stirring until I was helpless to stop the spurts of spunk from my embedded cock.

I slopped my load into his hot arsehole and he tremble beneath me.

“Kiss me” he said and I leant forward and stuck my tongue right into his hot mouth our lips kissing wildly.

My dick throbbed in his arse for ages, the warmth and lush feel of his arse prompting more kisses.

I began lapping up his cum and transporting it to his mouth where our kisses got totally lustful and cum crazy. My cock was still in him, still gently throbbing away in my pool of spunk.

He clutched my arse, holding me inside him, both of us moaning gently.

I knew I had to fuck him some more even though I had that dull drained ache in my balls. Billy was one hot young man and he wanted me wanted me ramming his arsehole wanting my cock bollock deep and creaming his hole.

“You’ll have to wait about thirty minutes” I said.

His face looked sad but I knew I could put that smile back, well my cock certainly could!

You never mind why I was walking along Black Creek Road in the middle of the night. It ain’t nothing to tell. Let’s just say I was in a dark foul mood and found myself walking along the edge of the road, using the faded white strip faintly glowing in the moonlight to guide me.

But here’s the thing. I never would have believed I would have done it. Not in a fucking million, million years would have I gotten in Jordan C. Peterson’s car in the past. Not after the way he treated me in high school and how he bullied that poor Sullivan boy. The fucker was bad news, and everyone knew it. Well, everyone except Ruth Mayfield, the daughter of one Rev. Mayfield of the Bethel Free Will Baptist Church. But then again, maybe she liked being called easy and rebellious. Goddamn was she ever defiant of her reverend father. And it was common knowledge she and Jordan were in the back seat of his old Bonneville more than in the front.

But I could see the temptation. If I’m honest, I had considered it, what it would be like to be in the back seat of that Bonneville with Jordan C. Peterson. Ya see, it’s like this; that bastard was tall, with a lean muscular build and thick wavy black hair and…hell, a fucking god when it came to his looks. He even had dark brown eyes that would make you burn within from his stare. And his daddy was the sheriff for these here parts, and lucky for Jordan for it enabled him to get out of hell of a lot of trouble over the years. The pot plants behind the widow Hanks place, the burning down of the Bradberry’s old tool shed (there weren’t nothing in it at the time, so…), getting caught busting mailboxes with a bat, and god only knows how many times Jordan got pulled for speeding or just driving like a goddamn fool.

Jordan was a year older but out here in the sticks, with the damn school so small as to be pitiful, everyone knew everyone else, one or two grades above and below their own. And funny enough, I got along with Jordan through elementary and middle school. Not one time did we come to words or Jordan threaten to knock my teeth out. But sometime in the ninth grade, he changed. Some said it had something to do with his ma-ma running off with some truck driver from Jackson, Mississippi, but others said there had been some falling out between him and his daddy sometime afterward. I don’t rightly know which, if either, were the cause, but damn, we all saw the results. He began to bully some of the boys, none worse than Mark Sullivan. Mark had the nicest clothes, the most expensive watch and cellphone, and upon turning sixteen, a brand-new BMW convertible. And Jordan gave him a busted lip and a black eye for it. Nothing like envy and jealously to bring out the worst in an asshole.

You’re probably wondering what I did to make Jordan go after me. Well, you see, I’m a curious sort, the kind of person who will sneak a look at anything or work for hours to get past a password. That desire to know something I shouldn’t came into play one day in the school office. I went to hand in a note from ma-ma that I would be out the following Friday morning for a dentist appointment and saw Jordan’s file laying out.

A file open to his student profile page with his full god given name: Jordan Cornelius Peterson. Most of us didn’t know each other’s full name for who uses it in daily conversation, and it would be no surprise some were a bit embarrassed by their name. Well, let me tell you, Jordan C. Peterson did not take too kindly to his name being broadcast to a group of his friends during the lunch break. He got a week’s detention, and I got three days once the dust had settled from the ass whooping, he gave me out behind the cafeteria. That was where he finally caught me when I ran, knowing I was making it worse.

By what’ve said, you would think I’d hate the bastard to the point I’d never ever get into his fucking car. And up till a month ago, you’d be right. But that was before I saw another side of him. A side he never showed no one, not even Ruth. When he caught me spying on him and seeing him like that, he threatened to kill me, but then…he didn’t.

I had finished mowing the yard and before daddy could give me another chore to do, I jumped on my mountain bike and took off. I was still shirtless, just a pair of ragged jean shorts, sweating so I knew I was a disgusting sight. But Cypress Creek called me with its spring fed and shaded slow moving waters. Most went in at the bridge on Route 2431, but I had no desire to hang with them, listening to the boys talk of fucking pussy and the girls gossiping about the ones not present. I had another place to put in, one that required a four-wheel drive vehicle or a mountain bicycle. I didn’t have the former, but I damn sure had the latter, and on that hot-as-fuck afternoon, I made my way down that rutted washed out fire lane through the papermill pine until I came to the small path that led to the creek.

I didn’t see Jordan’s bicycle when I strolled down the path, but I saw it when I ran out, sitting behind a cypress tree a good eight or nine feet off the path. Therefore, I strolled down that path thinking I had the place to myself where I could swim and rest on the bank, and if so inclined, jerk off too. Imagine my surprise when I walked right up on the bastard sitting on the sandy bank crying.

Yep, you read that right. Jordan C. Peterson was crying. Just rocking back and forth, mumbling something too low for me to make out. And crying. And he was stripped down to a pair of boxers that clung transparent to his round ass, not leaving much to the imagination. I quickly got over my shock of seeing him like this, then tried to figure out how to peep at his front, see if I could see what was between those muscular legs without being seen. God knows, if he saw me…

He must have sensed me behind him, for he had turned and with a look of pure shock saw me behind him not six feet away.

“Charlie McKenzie, I’m going to…”

He had not even been able to finish what he wanted to say. Probably couldn’t decide which torturous death suited me in that moment. But he came up as fast as a striking rattler, just so damn fast, I had hardly time to turn and start to run when I felt his hand grab me by the neck and pull me down on my back. He was on me, knees pinning my arms down and one hand on my neck while the other wiped tears from his eyes.

I thought I was a goner. I just knew Jordan would beat the shit out of me for seeing him crying. But shockingly, he suddenly let me go and rolled to my side on his back.

“Go.”

“What?” I asked like a fool.

“GO!”

You don’t have to tell me twice, not when it would avoid an ass whooping. I jumped my ass up and ran. Ran up that narrow path, slapping limbs back, making my way back to my bike, and finally seeing Jordan’s on the way. I didn’t look back, not once, instead I got my ass on that bike and rode back to the highway, not slowing until I was at least a mile down the road.

I thought about that a lot since. I knew from the community gossip the Peterson household had a lot of problems and the gossip also said the old man took it out on Jordan. Seeing him down at the creek crying seemed to confirm the worst of the gossip. It ain’t no excuse for him to be a bully, but it did explain a lot. In high school I would have thought he deserved it, but since then, thinking about all the stupid shit that went on in those corridors and out behind the cafeteria, I had a change of heart. No one deserved it, not even Jordan C. Peterson.

Two weeks later, I was walking down the road in the middle of the night. I saw my shadow stretching out in front of me realizing lights were coming up from behind. I looked back while moving to the shoulder. Headlights were coming closer and closer, until I could see it was a sedan, a car instead of a truck or SUV. It raced past and I saw it was Jordan in his Bonneville. The brake lights lit up the night as it came to a quick stop.

I stood on the shoulder while the car sat in the road idling, with me wondering what Jordan was up to. Was that bastard trying to figure out some new torment to lay on me? It seemed such a long time, me on the shoulder and Jordan sitting in the road, neither of us moving.

Finally, my curiosity and probably a bit of stupidity mixed with wanton lust for his body got the best of me, and I eased up on the road and walked toward the idling car. I figured it would race away when I got close, but it sat there as I came along side of it. The passenger window lowered, and I found myself bent over, looking into the car. By the dashboard lights I could see Jordan sitting behind the wheel looking back.

“Why are you out here in the middle of the night?”

It was just a question without any menace.

“I…huh, well, you just never mind.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“I think you’re getting away from something. I am. Get in.”

As I said before, I reached for the door, opened it, hesitating for only a second, then got into that Bonneville. Jordan put the car in drive and took off. For a mile or so, he drove madly, speeding so fast he had me terrified I was going to die in a crumbled wreck wrapped around a tree. But when we bounced over Cypress Creek bridge, he suddenly slowed. Then he broke the silence in the car.

“You haven’t told anyone about seeing me at the creek.”

I knew what he meant. I hadn’t gossiped like most others would have done. Instead, I had kept his secret.

“I didn’t see any need to blab about that.”

After a long silence, “it’s just so hard sometimes. I don’t know what the bastard expects from me. And since graduating, I…”

“You what?”

“I don’t know. Nothing seems right.”

You got that right, I thought.

“You ever wish you were someone else?” I asked, wondering if that question sounded as dumb to him as it did me.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “And from somewhere else too.”

He slowed, then turned into the drive that led down to the old Cunningham place. One of those places that every community seems to have. Run down, abandoned, a place that just seems too cursed for human habitation. I knew the story, most everyone did. The family fell on hard times, and once all the children left, so did the wife. Mr. Cunningham tried to keep going with the small farm, some foolish pride, a man’s need to hold on to a place, but an accident injured him and the medical expenses and resulting disability caused him to lose the place. When no one showed up for the auction, the place was left to languish. Daddy said the land weren’t worth shit.

The headlights barely shined up the old drive what with the grass and other growth between the old ruts and along each side. Jordan didn’t seem to give a shit as stuff scrapped the bottom and each side of the Bonneville. He just kept on going until the house came into view. The front porch had collapsed, and all the windows were busted out. Behind it the shadow of the old barn. I had been here before on my bike and knew the roof was collapsed on it and inside the house there were beer and whiskey bottles, used condoms, and other trash scattered across the floors.

Jordan pulled to the front of house in what was left of the gravel drive and stopped. He left the car running and I assumed we would sit for only a minute, then we’d head back.

“What a shit hole,” Jordan uttered.

“Yeah, it’s messed up.”

“Have you been inside it?”

“Yeah, but not with anyone, you know, to party.”

“To party,” Jordan whispered, then laughed but one full of sadness.

Jordan shut the car off, raised the armrest between us, and turned to face me, resting his right leg on the seat between us.

“What’s the worst thing you ever done?” he asked, and I turned away knowing I hadn’t done anything that could be considered bad or outlandish, figuring he would consider me weak.

“Nothing,” I finally whispered.

“Nothing? You ain’t messed with someone…or messed around with someone?”

He was talking about sex, and I panicked. “I ain’t no virgin,” I lied and knew he knew I was lying as soon as I said it.

“I think ya are, but don’t matter.”

I looked around at his silhouette. Then I felt it, his foot touching my leg. At first just a touch, brief and barely perceptible, then another that held the contact. I knew I should pull away, and slide closer to the door, but I didn’t. I sat there letting his foot touch my leg. Then I felt it move, the back-and-forth movement of the toe of his shoe moving against my leg.

Jesus, was he making a pass at me? Was he showing a willingness to mess around?

“Have you ever thought about sex different from what most others do?” A question barely loud enough to hear. But damn I heard it, every fucking word. I swallowed hard and it sounded so loud in my ears I just knew he heard it too.

“You want me to stop?”

I should have said yes. It was the thing a guy would say to another guy touching him inappropriately. I had to stop this, for it was gay. I had to stop this, for it was Jordan C. Peterson.

“No,” I whispered in reply.

Jordan moved his foot away so he could slide closer. He was next to me, the right arm draped over the back of my seat and the left reaching across his lap to my thigh, where I felt the hand, then the fingers moving, digging into the flesh. I was so nervous my heart was racing in my chest, but I was also so aroused my cock stirred in my shorts.

“I’ve wondered what it would be like,” Jordan whispered as he moved his hand up my thigh and over my crotch. Those bloody fingers worked my growing cock until I was rock hard. I pressed back against the seat and spread my legs giving him more room to manipulate me.

“I hoped you were willing, Charles Thomas McKenzie.”

He knew my full name and I looked over at the silhouette of his head.

“You’re not the only one who can snoop through personal records.”

The fingers tugged on the button of my shorts, pulling it free, then the zipper was tugged down letting the shorts fall open.

“You’re not going to stop me, are you?”

“No.”

“You can touch me, too” he whispered as I felt his fingers work behind the waistband of my boxers and slip down into them until touching my cock. Bare skin against bare skin. Those fingers worked along the shaft until touching the head and I gasped as they squeezed it, then rubbed it.

I reached over, glad for the darkness so he couldn’t see it shake with my nervousness. I touched his thigh, then slipped it down between them and up until rubbing over the crotch. I felt the thick denim along the zipper, then worked along the side of it until following the hardening shaft of his cock. It lay to the left, away from me, and I worked my fingers along its length until touching the head. He moaned and pushed up against my fingers.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Jordan asked.

“Yeah,” I uttered as I felt him work my cock up and out of my boxers. He let go of it and reached over to the side of the seat and suddenly I was laid back. The hand came down on my abdomen then slid down until holding my cock. I figured we would jerk each other off, or maybe Jordan would ‘make’ me suck his cock, for I wanted to do it in the worst way. I was fumbling with his jeans trying to get the fuckers undone while his hand worked my cock until I felt it move slickly over the leaking head.

“Goddamn,” I uttered as I pushed my cock up through Jordan’s hand.

Then he shocked me again, this time the biggest of them all. Or at least I thought so at the time. He pushed me down and leaned over my crotch. I looked down, stunned to see Jordan C. Peterson holding my cock up as he leaned to it. I felt his tongue take a swipe at it, then a lick that made me shudder. That wet, slick tongue just slow dragged over the head of my cock. I grabbed the edge the seat and held on as if on a rollercoaster taking a wild ride. I felt light-headed and dizzy, and so fucking aroused.

“Fuck,” I cried out, not caring how loud, as lips moved down my cock until I felt his nose press into my abdomen and my cock enveloped in his mouth. His head moved up and down as I felt those lips work my cock. I laid a hand on his head, running my fingers over the short stubble of his hair as I felt the rhythm of his suck. The up and down of lips along my cock. I shivered and tried to push upward. Hands held me down as he worked his lips along my cock and ran his tongue over the head of it.

“Jordan…Jordan…I’m going to…”

He held me down and worked his mouth faster on my cock. It pushed me over the edge for I have never felt anything like it. Never had my hand felt like this, no matter how much oil I used on it. I gritted my teeth and shuddered, trying to shove upward, then I filled his sucking mouth with cum.

 

 

Jordan sat up staying next to me. I felt my spit slick cock out in the open, how the air seemed to caress it as it stayed hard. I saw him push his jeans and boxers down until below the knees and take his cock in hand slowly stroking it.

“Charlie? Will you do it? Do what I did.”

I pushed my shorts and boxers down until gathered around my ankles. I worked each foot free until shed of them, then I pushed him back against his seat as I fumbled for the lever to recline his seat.

I felt his hand come over my hand guiding it to the lever. Together, we rotated it allowing his seat to recline. I got down in the footwell and leaned over his cock. It was hard and thick in my hand. I stroked it to just get the feel of it. To feel that thick veiny shaft and the wide flared head, spongy between my fingers. I heard him moan and felt him push upward, working his cock through my fist.

“Charlie…please…put it in your mouth.”

Goddamn he sounded so desperate.

I leaned down and did as he had done. A touch with my tongue, a slow drag over the head, then letting it slip between my lips. I pushed down as far as I could but no matter how hard I tried; I could not take all of it. But damn I tried, over and over, lips tight around that thick shaft.

I tasted the sweetness leaking from the head. Felt how that flared head filled my mouth, rubbing over my tongue and pressing against the roof of my mouth, then cutting off my air. I worked my mouth over that fat cock until Jordan was pumping it upward. His hands took my head and held me in place as he fucked my mouth, his pace increasing until he was shuddering and grunting.

The first wad nearly choked me as it hit the back of my throat. The next hit the roof of my mouth followed by wad after wad until my mouth was filled with his cum. I was forced to swallow, doing so until I had taken every precious drop and Jordan was trying to get my mouth off his cock.

“Stop, stop, I can’t take anymore.”

 

 

We sat next to each slowly stroking still hard cocks. Then I saw Jordan unbutton his shirt and lean forward to take it off. I followed his lead, tugging my t-shirt over my head and tossing it in the footwell with my shorts and boxers. We were naked and both still hard. It felt so taboo, so evil but in a good way. You know what I mean? I wanted more. I wanted to do something I didn’t have the courage to ask for. All Jordan had to do was ask, or better yet just get me into that big ass back seat and do it. I’d let him fuck me knowing that fat cock would hurt like a mother fucker. But I’d do it, for I had considered it so often while fingering my hole late at night. I wanted it so bad. Just once, I wanted to feel a guy put it in me.

What would it be like? Would it be better than getting sucked off?

“Will you get in the back with me?” Jordan asked.

Here we go! That fucker is going to do it.

“Yes,” I whispered, trying to keep the desperation and desire out of my voice.

Jordan opened the driver’s door causing the interior light to come on. We could see each other, hard cocks held up, hand slowly stroking them. I looked from his fat cock up to his face, seeing those dark brown eyes staring back.

“Come on, Charlie, let’s get in the back.”

Yeah, Charlie, get your ass in back and get ready to be fucked.

I eased out the passenger side and opened the back door. Before I could get in, I saw Jordan sliding across the seat feet first.

“Come on Charlie, I want to try it.”

I stood there stark-naked thinking I had lost my mind. There was no way this was possible. Did Jordan C. Peterson really want me to fuck him? Fuck.

Despite my disbelief, I didn’t keep that bastard waiting. I clumsily climbed in over him while he helped me get between his legs. Then he surprised me again, doing the one thing that I thought the big macho bastard would never do. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss. And I kissed him back. I couldn’t help it. I wanted the contact, the press of lips against lips, tongues dueling, and hot exhales shared between us. I pushed against him, pressed my cock against his abdomen then felt it slip between his thighs where I pumped it down below his tightening sac.

I felt a hand take my cock and hold it against his ass. He really wanted me to fuck him. He really wanted me to penetrate his ass with my cock. Damn…holy fucking shit, the bastard wanted it.

“Charlie, do it, do it, put it in me,” a pleading and it took me a second to realize it was Jordan’s voice, quivering and urgent and desperate in tone. “Do it Charlie.”

And I did. I pushed through his tightness, feeling the squeeze on the head of my cock. I shivered with the feel of it. Moaning when I had it in him and pushing deeper into his hole. Inch after inch, I pushed until I felt a hand on my waist stopping me. A shuddering exhale and a gasp for breath, then the rake of hands up my sides and over my back. Skin against skin, the warm rub of it and it added to my arousal.

“Fuck, Charlie, do it, do it…fuck me,” Jordan uttered, and I felt him push upward trying to take more of my cock. I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed into his depths, sinking my cock into him all the way. Then I found a place for my hands to brace myself, anchored my knees between his legs, and began to fuck. To tug outward, then push inward, slowly, struggling with the feel of his tight opening around my cock. But he eventually loosened to my penetration, and I began to fuck faster, harder, driving into his depths all the way.

“Yeah, fuck me harder…harder. Fuck me, Charlie,” Jordan begged as I kept increasing my pace.

I didn’t slow, not once. I was to wound up, to aroused and desperate for this fuck. It was more than I dared dream, to have Jordan let me fuck him. To feel my cock inside his hole and his hands moving over my bare torso. Soon those hands were moving over slick skin as I sweated. I felt like I was burning up. Sweat ran into my face, trickled down my back and chest. It rained down on Jordan and I wondered if he felt the heat of each drop, or if he was aware of it at all.

“Let’s change positions,” Jordan uttered, and I slowed to a stop, then collapsed on top of him, a heaving breathless mass.

After a few long seconds to catch my breath, I stepped backward out of the car and watched Jordan turn over and get on his hands and knees. He backed up to the edge of the seat, his ass right there for the taking.

“Come on, don’t make me beg. Fuck me, asshole, fuck me,” Jordan uttered as he dropped to his elbows.

I moved up to his ass and just sank every goddamn inch into his hole. I shoved it in until I smacked against his ass, then I started to fuck. Wildly, without rhythm. I held that waist and jammed cock into him over and over, until I thought I would burst into flames. I was gasping for breath and burning up, but I didn’t slow. I thrust into his depths relentlessly, fucking to cum.

He raised his head and cried out, and his body shivered and shuddered, and I knew he had stroked himself off while getting fucked. I could smell that manly scent of fresh cum. I tightened my grip and hammered his depths. I felt it, the surge of release building. My muscles tightened and my toes curled. My cock was so sensitive I didn’t think I could take it. Then I felt that final swelling, that flex just before release. Then I filled his hole with cum as I tried to jam my cock deeper with every ejaculation.

 

 

We rode back to my house in silence. The smell of our sex hung heavy in the air, and I pictured his cum on the back seat, runny, trickling across its slope. I glanced over and saw his bare upper body and how the skin glistened wetly in the dim light. I wondered if I looked the same to him, sitting in just my shorts, our shirts on the seat between us.

In the car, it took only a couple minutes to arrive at my home, and he slowed to a stop in the road at the end of the drive.

“Hey, I…”

I didn’t know what to say. Thanks for the fuck? Or were we at an awkward after sex phase where we were not supposed to talk about it?

“Thanks for the ride home,” I finally uttered as I opened the door to get out. Stupid, lame, and utterly not what I wanted to say. I wanted to ask if we could meet up and do it again. Then I wanted to know if he could go further. You know, like, maybe, he fuck me? I wanted to more sex, different positions, and, if I’m honest, to do more than just fuck in the back seat of his Bonneville. Like go on dates, hold hands, or give each other simple little kisses in moments of intimacy. But I didn’t have the nerve to say that, especially not to Jordan C. Peterson.

I expected him to remain silent, knowing he must feel ashamed about what we done and how he begged me, Charlie fucking McKenzie, to fuck his ass.

I stepped out onto the edge of the drive and looked back inside the car. Jordan was looking ahead, but then he gave me one more surprise for the night. He leaned toward the passenger side looking up at me with a gentle smile.

“Hey, can we…hang out or something?”

Hey guys, my name is Tyler. I am a 34 year old wrestling  coach at our local high school in a small city and mostly rural county with most of the students coming from farms or boys and girls from the local business community. Our high school has only 800 hundred total students from the surrounding communities and with a stretched budget resulting in a very low athletic budget. But our community is very proud and supportive of our wrestling team although we have a very low budget despite the fact our wrestling team has been very successful in the state B League winning the state championship four out of my seven years as the coach. 

We had just won our regional tournament and this week we are now headed to the state championship tournament across the state  500 hundred miles away. The athletic director and I worked out a tight budget. 

We arrive at a clean low budget motel and I ask the guys to team up in twos and take the room key and go unpack.  That took care of ten wrestlers. I noticed that last year’s 150 pound state champion Bobby and now an 18 year old senior held back thus he would room with me.

Bobby is the best wrestler I have ever coached and the most well behaved and hard working jock I have ever coached. He seems to always go out of his way to try to please me and all his teachers. He has grown up on a tobacco farm in Tennessee with great parents and 10 other siblings. In addition to his father being a farmer he also is a rural preacher pastoring a small Baptist Church.

Not only is Bobby the best athlete that I have coached he works hard to stay in shape both working on the farm as well as spends hours working out that has created an amazing jock body. He stands five feet and 6 inches, has very well trimmed blond curly hair, very light blue eyes, weighs 150 rock hard muscled ripped pounds. For a smaller guy, he has very muscled hard lions/ thighs, impressive biceps that he uses as an advantage during matches, smooth almost hairless body and a very impressive bulge in his wrestling uniform.

I on the other hand wrestled at 190 pounds in both high school and college. I stand six feet and 3 inches, remain a hard ripped 190 pounds, coal black hair, dark brown eyes, very little body hair and I am blessed with a thick 9 inch cut cock.

Well after the guys get unpacked, we go to the gym and do a short workout, shower and go out for dinner. I require the guys to be in bed by 9:00 PM as we have had a long trip and out first match will be tomorrow at 2:00 PM.

Bobby and I get back to our room, get undressed down to our briefs and hit the sack. I lay on my right side as Bobby is behind me in the queen sized bed. As I have ben driving for long hours, I fall asleep within 20 minutes. I do not know exactly how long I was asleep probably no more that an hour when I awake feeling something TOUCHING my ass. Holy fuck, as I get cleared eyed, I feel a very rock hard cock rubbing against my very thin brief covered ass. What is going on??? Oh my god, there is a stone hard cock that has begun to wet the back of my briefs and that cock is pushing my thin briefs into my ass crack. OH FUCK, I am single gay man but I have never made out with any of my jocks or any other student. I am active as a dedicated bottom but all my fuck buddies are adults usually in a city some 40 miles from the school.

Shit I cannot resist pushing back my ass that seems to encourage that cock to thrust forward spewing precum on my shorts and push that head slightly into my as crack. Then I feel a warm breath on my neck as I cannot control whimpering, low moaning and shivers run up and down my body that encourages 18 year old Bobby to use his cock to continue the most primal lust in both of us. The cock seems to be a giant joy stick, wow how big is it????

Although I had not initiated this horny scene, I had never been so turned on and horny. I wanted this young turk to use his fresh young meat to pleasure me like no one before–yea I could not stop my desire and lust greater than any other man. I had never given my man pussy to any man that I wanted more than at this moment, come hell or high water I was at his mercy. Wow to have such a horny young fresh dude and jock. full of gobs of young fresh semen (baby batter) do me was beyond any dream I had ever had. YES I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME NOW !!!  He was ready to service my desires was beyond any control ever.

Learning my willingness to have his way, he put his arms around my chest and humped hard into my back as he says: “OH FUCK YEA COACH, you want me don’t you. I am slut too and ever since I turned 18 eight months ago I have had lost of irony young dudes take my 10 inch cook up their pussies and dummy big loads depict those often virgin assholes. By the way, I would just die if my parents learned that I am a fucking slut but I cannot resist the animal pleasure I get as these guys use their ass muscles to squeeze my fucking giant cock and milk me dry. But I have lusted after you for a long time, you’re my hero and I need to have sex with an older man for the first time. I have masturbated many nights dreaming of this moment. There is a secret word around that you’re a pure bottom and love big cocks and love all that semen wetting your inside so let me help you.”.

That was beyond being hot and arousing as I again push my ass back as I feel his mighty huge cock wet my briefs, low hanging balls and ass crack. As I moan, I feel Bobby take his hands, put them in the top of my briefs and take them off as I raise my butt for him. Then I see his briefs go flying across the room and now we are both butt naked.

“Hey Coach, I want to fuck you raw and let me come inside you. I want to give you my DNA, I want to own your pussy.”

I am crazed with desire and lust for this young dude. OH FUCK YEA BOBBY FUCK ME NOW.”

I feel him get very close as I spread my legs as he begins to penetrate my now puckering ass as he spits on his hand and uses that salvia to grease my experienced pussy. OH FUCK YEA, he looses no time as I feel his huge mushroom cock head spread my ass lips and that huge very hot leaking cock drives past my sphincter going balls deep in my ass where many other cocks had been before but never a cock that felt this good. This young 18 year old jock was experienced and knew how to send me into orbit. He uses his hips and big thighs to drive that manhood in and out of my pussy at a growing speed as I feel his precum greasing my ass. He runs that cock deep into my prostate over and over wetting that prostate with precum making that prostate very slick driving me wild for more. Somehow he is so gifted at running his giant missile all around every inch of my ass walls and deep into my ass channel, man I scream, moan, grunt and whimper and beg him to not stop. 

“OH FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA ,FUCK ME HARDER DON’T STOP, PLEASE COME IN ME, BRED MY PUSSY, I AM YOURS, YOU NOW OWN MY PUSSY. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, YEA GIVE IT ME.”

Things became even more wild as he uses his hands to play with my nipples (I love my nipples played with) as he uses that amazing jock body to drive that joy stick deep in me over and over until he crosses the line of no return as I hear him grunt and thrust deep as he says: “OH FUCK YEA I AM GOING TO COME.” Then I feel his huge load of man seed flood my entire pussy until he is spent. He pulls out as his semen runs out of my ass and onto the sheets. This young hunk uses his hands to gather his cum and feeds it to me before he has me get on my back and he goes down on my throbbing cock and begins to give me the best blowjob of my life. I last only about a minute before I shoot my load deep into his throat. He comes up and we French kiss sharing that spunk.

We are so exhausted but so happy as we fall asleep in each others arms as that cum dries on you bodies and especially in my pussy.

A I fall asleep, I think this is the beginning of something very special and HOT !!!  WOW this young horny jock now owns my pussy as long as he wants it !!!!

In This Story

• Anal Sex
• College
• Coach
• Jock
• Cum
• Kissing
• Cum Eating