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Night train to the Hill Station

I settled myself in first class compartment and thought I was to be alone, but then suddenly as the train began to move, the door was flung open suddenly, and a youngish bespectacled man jumped in.

It was the Padre, Father Fury, the Anglican priest. I had seen him on the platform surrounded by a group of parishioners. His face was red, and he was puffing.

I helped me into the carriage.

Thank you Major Cockburn, I am much obliged. I was detained there on the platform by the Chair of the Women’s Hall Committee who had important news for me. Or so she said, he smiled gently.

I saw now that there were two cases already in the rack above my head.

We knew one another well enough to know our names, but only a little and I had barely paid much attention to him, not being an Anglican churchgoer myself. Few of the men were churchgoers either, so I had seen him at funerals mostly, occasionally at a wedding or hurried christening.

He now sat back opposite me and wiped his sweaty brow and then his spectacles. For the first time I saw his face without the lenses and was surprised to register that he was in fact a good-looking man, probably younger than me.

The journey overnight was a long one and as he ruefully commented, we were together for the duration. He looked around at the empty seats, and I knew that, like me, he was hoping the compartment would not fill up.

The heat was considerable still and as we pulled out of the station and the rails began to climb, the inevitable rain came on, and the whole view disappeared in a mass of mist as if curtains had been drawn on the landscape.

We chatted amiably enough and learned the reasons for our travel and the length of our stays at the hill station.

I casually asked about his domestic arrangements, although I knew that well enough, and he said he had not been blessed in that area. He was a bachelor.

And so am I, I responded, with a shy smile.

He acknowledged this with a nod.

Do you find life here lonely, Major, he asked, with an open face.

Before I could reply, he added

But of course you have the men, Major.

I had to stop a grin from splitting my face, and when I recovered, answered soberly

Oh yes, Padre Fury, I have the men.

The compartment, with its windows flung open, was getting cooler, which was one of the principal reasons for taking the night express, rather than the baking heat of the day.

The train made stops on the climb up to the hills and on the platforms there was sufficient time to buy food from the stalls. Travellers often ordered this ahead. It was considered quite a treat.

At Kitchener Falls therefore we both collected our tiffin from one of the best stalls on the platform. I noticed the Padre had ordered a great quantity of fruit and a few bottles of minerals, but I had been given a small crate which contained several bottles of Belgian beer and a bottle of local whisky. I had no intention of sleeping that night, and with the spectacular landscape obscure by the darkness, I was very happy to drink. I wondered if the Padre would mind my entertainment or indeed, would he take my hospitality if it was offered?

It was a long night. I will skip most of the travel details and jump to the Major events of interest to an audience of discerning gentlemen.

Some hours into the journey the dawn came up as we approached the villages which fringed the higher hills as we headed up to the peaks where the hill station nestled.

I noted the dawn as I threw my head back and saw the scarlet clouds over the distant mountains. At that moment the good Padre was shooting up my arse, for the second or third time I cannot recall, and I bet he was not counting either.

I was straddling him. My trousers were at my ankles, his were down to his knees and he was fucking me really rather hard as if his life depended on it, which perhaps it did.

Both our shirts were hanging off and we were displaying a great deal of hairy sweaty flesh. He was a veritable Viking in looks, especially without his spectacles, and was covered in rough blond fur from his chin to his groin and thighs.

How on earth you the male reader will wonder did the Padre and the Major get to fuck?

This is how it transpired.

After we had returned to our compartment with our tiffin at Kitchener Falls, we both set to it with some appetite. We shared the dishes as our food orders were different – he did not have the delightful hot pickles which I favoured, and his curries seemed to be bland recipes, smacking of the nursery.

My bowls were filled with aromatic chili-spiked stews.

I reached out towards him with a spoonful.

Here Father, try this, I ventured, it will warm your cockles.

His tongue came out as I held the spoon, and he swallowed, looked startled, then smiled.

Indeed Major, you are correct, that is in indeed a most colourful and savoury flavour.

Then his large pink tongue appeared and licked the red juice on the spoon I still held.

He nodded.

Thank you Major, you have introduced me to a new experience.

Perhaps, I countered, I could introduce you to more – and I held out one of my bottles of beer.

They have been keeping them on ice for us. Here Padre – please take one.

(Afterwards no doubt the Padre blamed the beer for what transpired, never mind the hot peppers)

He paused for a second, then smiled shyly, and took the bottle.

Just the one, Major, then. Just the one, to show willing.

If I had been counting the beer as well as the ejaculating I would know how many he knocked back. Four bottles perhaps, and half a bottle of what passed for Scotch.

He was an eager eater, tearing into his red curry, so eager that it dripped from his spoon and the scarlet and orange juices lodged in his blond beard.

I reached over with my handkerchief and wiped the stain. He let me do it.

Oh Major, you have stained your handkerchief. I fear that will never come out, It will be quite spoiled.

I shrugged.

Better on my handkerchief than on your dog collar or your vest Padre.

He smiled. How kind and attentive you are Major.

I noticed his bottle was well down and suggested he knock that one back and I would replace it.

The heat indeed was prodigious, and I asked if I might undo my collar.

He readily agreed and encouraged me to do so.

Major, make yourself comfortable. Unbutton your shirt if you need to. Do not stand on formality. I will not be shocked. It is night-time after all, we should be in bed by now.

Shall I drop my trousers too, then, for I am mighty hot and sweaty down that way.

I paused. He paused and looked at me.

I laughed loud.

I jest Padre, never fear, I will remain decent.

That of course turned out to be quite inaccurate. I knocked another bottle cap off my beer and with my eyes fixed on the Padre’s rather fine blue eyes, I took a deep draught.

He laughed too, perhaps a little too loudly.

I got up to use the lavatory at the end of the corridor, which was rudimentary but efficient. If one was tall enough one could avoid the pan, lower the window and piss into the mountains. God help children and midgets.

I felt the chill hair on my cock. It was a long long piss. On the way back I met the steward, an Indian, and gave him a tip of some considerable weight, asking him to leave us alone in the compartment. There was another stop coming up and we were lucky to be alone in our seats up to that time.

The steward nodded his head and when I was back in my seat opposite the Padre, he reappeared, stuck a reserved sticker on the glass, pulled down the blinds, and smiled shyly at me.

I returned his smile with some authority as befitted  Major in the army of the Empire.

The train is quiet, commented the Padre. I had heard it got very busy before we hit the hills.

I nodded thoughtfully.

Yes, I rather thought it would have been packed with sweaty Germans, even Belgians. And who wants to share with them? Forgive me Padre.

He shook his head, good naturedly.

I cannot condone that comment Major – but all the same there is perhaps some truth in what you say.

A smile played around his lips, which were I noted, rather pink.

When we came to our next stop the platform seemed crowded – and it was with bulky German traders.

The Padre made a face and then caught me watching and burst out laughing too.

There was Teutonic noise in the corridor outside our compartment, but still we were left alone. After that stop the railway climbed high quite rapidly and had to take on water half way up, in a great chasm.

There was plenty of time to drink beer and now whisky on this part of the journey. Our conversation had become personal. The Padre clearly acquired much gossip as part of his duties and told me one or two amusing tales, some of which was about people I knew or at least recognised in the society of the place.

Then once he let slip about that particular house on the outskirts of town where Miss Munday was employed.

How on earth did a Padre know about a brothel?

I was drunk enough not to make any comment and he was drunk enough apparently not to care that he had mentioned it.

When we got to the lofty peak where the train took on the water we decided to leave the compartment, there was plenty of time and the train would not leave without us, and we took a stroll in the steamy dark night air.

The Padre made his apologies and said he had to answer a call of nature. He strolled to the end of the platform where the bush started and I could hear the drumming of his considerable urinating on some shiny leafed shrub.

With no more ado I joined him there.

Padre, do you mind, I asked.

Be my guest Major, he replied, and I saw his piss flow ever more strongly into the leaves.

I unbuckled and whipped out my own equipment, which in truth was quite solid from all that beer and the occasional lustful thought of the Padre.

For a while we seemed to be in competition with our pissing, sending arcs up and into the greenery. He stopped before me but stayed there and while I made a show of tucking away my willie I caught him looking. As you know I had nothing to be ashamed of in the downstairs department. I paused and let him see the long thick thing while I shook some drops out of the knob. I caught a glance of his too, long and white and with a thick furry covering it seemed to me in the poor light.

Gents! Gents! Came some shouted voices.

Yes indeed, said the Padre, we are caught in the Gents, the Major and I, are n’t we, and chuckled

There were boys on the platform selling some sort of local drink which they called whisky – made they said from pineapple. The Padre said he would try it and I followed his lead after we had supervised the cleaning of the glass, which we shared.

I will take the risk with your diseases Padre, I jested.

And I yours Major, which I fear is more likely, he countered.

We agreed it did not taste of pineapple but whatever it tasted of it was certainly strong and made us both wince once the initial sweet taste was gone. All the same we took a second nip and I purchased the not quite clean flask on offer for not quite the asking price.

Gents will have good night together, saluted the boy.

The Padre accepted a smoke as we strolled up and down the platform and regretted the view was lost at that hour.

The Padre took a deep draw of the cigar and I realised he was an experienced smoker. No coughing amateur.

And then out of nowhere he remarked

They say, don’t they Major, that pineapple makes the sperms especially sweet? Is that your experience?

I was a little taken aback. I had heard that too and had a little experience of the facts, but was not sure how to respond. That halfcaste in Rosa Munday’s whorehouse had the sweetest spunk I had ever tasted on my tongue and he believed that was due to his diet of fruit. But he said passion fruit.

I laughed mildly.

Well then Padre, we are assured of being sweet together.

I held up the flask and waved it, and he laughed too.

He was ahead of me as we climbed back aboard. For a second he lost his footing on the step and I reached out to save him, felt his warmth against me. I was in no hurry to let go. I could feel his behind pressing into my groin. No doubt he could feel that I was not exactly limp in that region.

I softly kissed the back of his bristly shaved neck and he made no comment or protest. Perhaps he had not noticed the tickle of my moustaches. I released him as my sudden erection threatened my flies and his buttocks.

When we were back in the compartment and he faced me, he smiled, and yawned.

There’s still a long night ahead Major, he remarked. Shall we turn in soon?

Or shall we simply sit up and drink and see what transpires before the dawn comes up?

I uncorked that flask of pineapple liqueur and held it out to him.

He knocked it back and licked his lips.

I am curious Major. You avoided answering me just now when I spoke of the sweetness of sperms.

I always believe Major that actions speak louder than words. Do you not think so?

His eyes widened.

Major, you do not mean what I am thinking do you?

Padre, that depends rather what you are thinking.

Major, I am not thinking at all.

In that case Padre, who knows what may happen. Fortune favours the bold.

I crossed the small space that separated us. I bent down. I took the Padre in my arms. Our mouths met. His lips opened. My tongue penetrated between his teeth. I felt his tongue in turn respond.

Dear Lord, murmured the Padre, dear Lord forgive me for what I am about to do.

As he murmured those sacred words my hand went down between his legs. There was no escaping it now.

The Padre was, bless me father, very well endowed, and at this particular moment his cook was standing hard between his legs. I could not ignore it, and I did not intend to, instead, with no further add do, I grasped it in my calloused fist.

Major, he murmured, oh Major what are you doing ?

This, Padre, this is exactly what I am doing.

And I bent down between his legs, pulled apart his buttons, reached in to his white underdrawers and pulled out his vigorous and strong erection.

Lord Major oh Major breathed The Padre what is it you are doing?

This Padre, is what I am doing

I bent down into his lap opened my mouth wide and with one swift action swallowed the swollen purple knob atop his hard stiff member.

The Padre shouted out aloud.

Oh Major, Major what are you doing in Christ’s name. I was unable to reply as my mouth was so full of his manhood but I would have replied that there was no need whatsoever for blasphemy.

The Padre continued to murmur and mumble and to call out Major oh Major what is it you are doing.

By that type I think it was obvious just what I was doing. I was sucking him and tasting him and licking him and by the sound of the sounds of the noises he was making he was very pleased to have my attention. The evidence was there soon enough.

With one almighty shout from that poor man of God my mouth was full of the Padre’s hot hot spunk.

It was unusually thick and I wondered if it had been fermenting in his balls for a long long time, anxious to be released. For all the world it reminded me of a good rice pudding, fresh out of the oven.

I was trying so hard to swallow it that I was unable to decide if it was sweet like pineapple or not but it was certainly boiling hot and jelly like and the quantity that the Padre shot down my throat and filled my mouth and cheeks was absolutely prodigious. I was choking and I continued to choke as he continued to shoot down my throat.

All of this was accompanied by squeals from the Padre, very much at odds from his Viking appearance.

I do believe he had never ejaculated like that in his life. Certainly never in the way he was doing at that very moment, exploding into my mouth. I felt his hands on my head pushing me down so there was no escape from the swallowing. I thought I might expire with the force and the gush of it.

At last it seemed as if the flood was waning. Very slowly the gushing began to stop a little and so it became simply a stream of hot white creamy seed that was coming out of him, merely dribbling out of the juicy slit at the top of his knob.

At last I pulled myself away from his knob head and sat on the compartment floor looking up at the Padre’s red but ecstatic face. He was still standing to attention out of his flies but now the monstrous virile member was dripping its steady constant flow. It was still coming out of him and now it was running down the column length of him. And it was making a mess on his good travelling trousers before it hit the wooden floor where it puddled.

I coughed a little like a recovering invalid as his semen ran down to settle in my stomach. Then I wiped my moustaches and beard which I found where thickened and matted with the hot and recent semen of the temporarily exhausted Padre.

From the look of his face he appeared to have reached a personal State of Grace.

I was of course still fucking excited. And I can tell you that my under drawers were strained to the absolute maximum. I had had a vigorous erection for most of the journey of course, but it was not until I had followed him back into the carriage and with the lightest of touches had kissed the back of his neck with the bristles were that I had honestly determined to have the Padre right there and then.

He did not put up a fight.

I pulled down his trousers, then I pulled down his drawers, gingerly easing them over his tender and weeping but strident cock.

Then I stood in front of him, and pulled down my own trousers and drawers in one go, so he would see what he was about to get without any further ado.

Oh no Major, he whimpered, I cannot. I will not able to do that. It is far too big.

I did not believe his protestations or reluctance and said so.

Try, Padre, I replied, try. And to be fair, he was a game Padre, he tried.

I was down his mouth in a second, filling him up, so he chocked and gasped, and made a noise like he was about to expire.

When I had had enough of that I pushed him back down on the moquette seating, spread his hairy thighs wide, and with little or no mercy, save for a couple of palmfuls of good fresh spit to which he willingly contributed, I speared him right and proper with my long thick shaft.

The Padre bellowed, but to his credit, he did not squirm or try to get out of my control, but he took it like an obedient man and servant and took it again and again, till the look on his face was positively angelic. He closed his eyes as I fucked him and his fair lashes trembled on his scarlet cheekbones.

I was so ready for it, so worked up that it did not take me long to pump him properly to the very climax of things, and with some very un-Christian oaths, letting it fly out of me and right up him in the wet dark of his arse. When it had the opportunity to run and drip out of his hole the evidence was messy and considerable. I had clearly had a desperate need to let lose all of that spunk, now fulfilled.

But I was not yet sated, however much I had spunked for the time being.

Give me it Padre, give me it now, I cried.

I straddled him, grasped his blond thighs, and lowered myself down his very wet and very hard cock. Oh the joy for us both. I let the Padre get the hang of it and he took to it like a duck to water, learning early on that he need not lose his load all of a sudden in the first seconds, and that he should hold on for the mutual benefit of us both.

And then he straddled me in turn and took me again, and I returned the favour, and turned him over and took him as the locals called it, monkey style, on his front, kneeling. He held on to the window frame as I fucked him on the sticky floor.

He was letting a final load rocket out of him as I have previously related when the dawn began to come up over the mountains, and if we cared to we could see natives starting their long hard days in the villages dotted along the railway tracks.

We pulled ourselves apart reluctantly, a mass of matted rough hair and drying seed, and began to rectify the undressing and the covering of the bare skin.

Have I mentioned that he was a true Viking all over,  a very hirsute blond man, and that his cock stood up out of a mass of it. I had not seen him flaccid, but had to assume that his member was quite lost in the thicket when in an unaroused state. I had I was glad to say only seen him in an aroused state.

As he buttoned up his shirt I noticed how his chest and stomach hair was covered in the load I had most recently spent all over him. Later I noticed the spunk caught in his beard and reached over to flick it away.

His dog collar, having been discarded early in the business, was, I am glad to say, spotless.

Padre, may I suggest a bath at the mission house?

When we arrived at the station there was a welcoming party waiting for him, orphans with a banner, and some hard faced spinsters.

Ah me, said the Padre, here is my company for the holidays. It is unlikely I think that any of those ladies will be familiar with the smell or the sight of sperms. I think I may escape censure till I get to my bath.

How I wish Padre I could share that bath with you.

Perhaps there is a way, he said. Surely you will be free to dine, though I suspect the mission house may hold few charms for you.

The Club then perhaps might be more convenient – and accommodating?

Indeed. And will I see you at church. I am to preach a sermon tomorrow , it is a great honour.

I fear I would be unable to concentrate and be thinking only have more mortal subjects, though it is my belief that the divine can be found in the cock you have hidden in your vestments. It certainly brought me to ecstasy so many times quite recently.

Hush Major, I must compose myself. Do not tempt me.

Get thee behind me is it then, Padre? I’d get behind you this very minute, and not stop either …

Oh how delightful, he said, but that was when the orphans handed over a little posy of flowers as he stepped on to the platform.

See you in church Major, he said with a smile, before he gave himself to the pack of well-wishers.

I did indeed see him in church on Sunday, my first visit to a religious house for pleasure shall we say for some considerable time.

I was well bathed and fragrant, my uniform steamed and pressed, my undergarments and socks laundered. I was in fact the very model of a modern Major on leave in the mountains.

I also had a very healthy erection in my drawers which should no sign of diminishing even as the hymns and the readings droned on – the Padre himself looked quite golden in his pulpit in the Sunday morning light. I could see his blue eyes across the pews. He looked as if butter would not melt in his mouth, far less my spunk be swallowed.

I had been invited to luncheon at the mission house, a long affair punctuated with several courses and more readings. One or two of the local boys were muscular and attractive, but I was seated far from the Padre, and it all seemed interminable. I had no idea how our next congress was to be achieved.

At last as the heat rose outside and in the meal came to its conclusion with another prayer.

I heard the Padre announce he would retire to his rooms for a siesta and that he had an appointment to speak to the Major about a matter of mutual interest which he would discuss on his way.

He lifted his head and nodded at me. We got to his rooms at quite a trot. The sturdy lock and bolt did their duty behind us and we both raced to get our clothes off.

In a second we both stood by the muslin curtains of the narrow bed, quite naked, and proudly aroused. As we clasped one another our hot hairy bodies pressed against one another, our male members squeezed between us. The Padre was dripping already, shiny strings oozing from his knob. In deference to that I let him fuck me first, my thighs spread wide, his eyes close shut as he pounded me. He tried not to shout and thus alarm the servants but very soon his thrusts grew even more urgent and with a whispered curse word he filled me up. I felt his spunk shoot and shoot again.

Then I put him on his front and took him in turn while he bit the pillow and his arse was in the air, the recipient of all my force and my first load.

I pulled out with an effort, letting my fresh spunk flow out after, and we clasped one another tight on top of the covers of the single bed, and kissed a little, till to our shame for wasting precious time together, we both nodded off, and our willies shrank away to nothing.

Much later it must have been I woke with a violent start. There was knocking at the door. As I came to I remembered that the door was indeed locked. No helpful and attentive servant might come in.

Jesus Christ! With that unlikely oath, the Padre jumped up at the same time, stark naked of course, and I was not surprised but also not pleased to see sporting a healthy length of afternoon wood. Quickly he wound a bath towel around his waist and ran to the door.

Yes, he asked, through the barrier, his voice sharper than I was accustomed.

A servant voice answered.

Padre, the christening service is in 20 minutes. I thought you would want reminding sir.

Thanks you Emmanuel. I will be ready shortly. I have been studying.

Yes sir, came the reply, and we could hear the soft bare feet on the corridor.

I lay back on the cot, spread my arms, and yawned. I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

What’s this about a christening I said.

The Padre mentioned the name of the child and who the parents were, adding I should come along.

I will, I replied, but will you christen me first?

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, just as my prick soared to its full height down below.

The Padre dropped his towel and climbed on top of me, his cock sticking into my face.

You mean this sort of christening do you?

Indeed I do – as hot and wet as you can manage Padre.

He began to tug at my cock, which was leaking already, and responded manfully to his fingers.

He worked on himself at a pace, letting the tip of my tongue tickle the knob, and so with little more than ten minutes to the christening, there were two more explosions. The rest and the snooze must have done us good, filling our manly cisterns, for we summoned some considerable reserves of semen, and shot them almost as far as we had when we desperate for congress at the start of the intimate session.

As my stomach was laid over with my mess, he exploded over my face, making a real stew of my beard. Some of the mess made it to my forehead, and he made the sign of the cross there with his forefinger, a proper unholy christening indeed.

I tutted at the sacrilege as I licked the semen off my lips and swallowed it.

Then he jumped off me sending spunk drops flying all over the place and made the best of it with the jug and ewer till his hairiness was well sodden with good clean water and the bay rum disguised the pungent odour of grown healthy men climaxing enthusiastically.

Fifteen minutes later he was at his duties, and I came into the back of the church late but in time to see the pretty squalling baby anointed in the traditional way.

My business in the hills was sorted quite quickly and the Padre and I agreed that we might take a lodge for a day or two together. Neither of us were hunting men, but we could say we were going to hunt. In fact we intended to fuck energetically and I definitely intended to drink as well and to persuade the good Padre to join heartily in that activity too.

At the end of our two days further up in the hills the Padre was limping, he had been fucked so hard, and to be sure tho I was well-broken in that department, I was not much better.

We had told the servants we were involved in a religious retreat which would involve the casting out of devils and therefore they should not be alarmed by strange noises or shouting. Keep away I cautioned them, and leave the meals on the step.

There was a well-built lad with skin like ebony who brought us tea in the mornings. Once I foolishly opened the door with sweat on my forehead and my chest bare and my nipple hairs clotted with the Padre’s drying spunk.

The boy nodded seriously then had the audacity to wink, so perhaps we were fooling nobody. Or perhaps all the gents who came up the mountain locked themselves away to do that sort of business and he often earned a coin or two for his discretion – or the rental of his sexual parts.

One evening after sundown when the good Padre had his full and luscious lips wrapped around my knob, there came a sudden knocking at the door.

Padre, Padre, came an excited voice . There is a telegram for you!

 

Fortunately we had been so carried away by our mutual desires that we were still more or less fully dressed only our shirts had been ripped open exposing our under shirts.

 

The Padre got up from his knees dusted them and wiped his mouth. Then he went to answer the door, looking as respectable as ever. I hastily composed myself and tucked my swollen and expectant member into my flies.

At the door was the young man Samuel who looked after the bungalows at the Hill station. In his hand was the telegram .

The Padre opened it immediately and I saw his face fall as he read the few words. He looked up and smiled at Samuel . Thank you Samuel for running up the Hill with this I will have to leave first thing in the morning can you collect my bags I will have to catch the train back to town.

I saw him reach into his pocket and press a small coin into Samuel’s hand. Samuel smiled his handsome grin and nodded goodnight father he said goodnight Major he added and looked over at me and nodded.

Not for the first time I felt that the handsome and muscular Samuel was winking at me, or rather wanted to wink at me.

When Samuel had gone from the door the Padre came back to me , looking somewhat dismayed.  

Well Major, he sighed, I will have to leave at first light tomorrow morning. All we can do I suppose is have one damn good screw to last us for a bit.

And so that is exactly what we did. We had a damn good screw, and not just one, several, and they were all flipping memorable.

Our alarm clock was set well in advance the next morning. In the pitch black of the night I rolled over and fucked the good Padre and then he returned the favour like a good Christian.

I waved him off in his rickshaw, asking him to take my best wishes to the Chair of the Women’s Hall Committee.

Samuel had joined me at the gate to wave him off.

As we turned back to the bungalow I felt the light touch of his dark hand on my arm.

Poor Major, you will be missing the good Padre now. Here am I, Samuel, to be at your beck and call. I have been at the beck and call of many gentlemen, including the clergy and the military.

I felt a distinct stirring in my regulation roomy drawers.

He stood at my door and smiled shyly. He looked as if butter would not melt in his mouth. I thought it was more likely that butter would melt up his arse. And soon.

And Samuel winked.

 

Tossing and turning in his sleep, Michael rolled over and tucked his arm in completely underneath his feather weight pillow as he tried to get comfortable without so much as actually waking up. He was having the dream of his life, one that he never felt he wanted to awake from, but of course he didn’t know that, his subconscious playing tricks on its master yet again.

His cock was getting harder and harder by the minute, as behind those closed eyes currently was displayed a feast of views just for himself and for his very own pleasure, and a crooked smile could be seen forming across his handsome face as said dream continued…

Michael was walking out of his back door and as usual, he saw Gavin busy doing what he had been employing him to do…cleaning his pool. On this swelteringly hot ass day, Gavin run his fingers through his sexy black hair, making the wet strands flickering in all sorts of directions, because he sighed and slowly took his shirt off…the sight of his six pack abs shining in the afternoon sunlight was enough to make any grown gay man weep with sexual pleasure.

Michael’s eyes glided over those muscles, those strong arms and biceps that utterly, desperately yearned to be touched, caressed, tasted and kissed…he was horny enough that he would actually have licked the sweat from that man’s skin, my GOD, he was so sexy…his former childhood bully, who still until this very day didn’t recognise him for who he actually was.

Gavin turned towards his employer as he saw him, the smile on his face evident, as he was clearly happy to see Michael. In his dream, Gavin smirked and came ever so closer, before the latter once more placed his arm around his shoulder and brought their faces close together. Even if this wasn’t actually happening and it was sheer imagination on Michael’s part, he could actually feel the other man’s warm breath cascading over his lips…his nose…fluttering over his senses so much that his cock and his chest begged for some much-needed relief.

Michael smiled back at the handsome as fuck pool guy, before he laughingly nudged the latter’s nose with his own, teasing the bully with everything he had inside him. Forcing himself to think that Gavin had in all probability changed his ways, Michael leaned in and kissed him. Both men felt the sheer volumes of electricity flash through them like the Titanic through the rock-solid iceberg, my word, it was intense.

Michael groaned inwardly, the mere sound of what he was feeling echoing loudly through the kiss, which Gavin deepened the moment that Michael’s tongue met and found his own. Gavin’s hands were suddenly all over him, it was caressing his back, his sides, reaching up to be placed solidly behind Michael’s neck, making love directly to his boss’s skin as best he could. Michael wasn’t that much of a slouch either, and he pushed Gavin against the garage wall, the former man smiling sneakily, breaking the desperate kiss for only a second, before he attacked Michael’s mouth once more.

The two men were literally eating each other’s faces, before a shit-eating grin flashed across Gavin’s face, as he licked his lips, and without saying anything, he leaned in, and kissed Michael’s neck a few times, before he started fumbling with the latter’s shorts, trying…forcing them off when they simply refused to buckle under the pressure. Michael literally tore off his t-shirt that he was wearing, standing shirtless before Gavin, the latter’s eyes appreciating what they were seeing to their utmost extremes.

Gavin’s hands reached out as if they were fucking battery operated, caressing, feeling up, his eyes full of necessary curiosity, the palms of his hands rubbing all over Michael’s powerful torso and upper chest area. Michael closed his eyes and savoured every nook and cranny of what Gavin was doing to him, before he felt Gavin’s lips on his stomach and hissed his total appreciation. He reached down and as in pure sold instinct, he ran his fingers through Gavin’s sweaty hair…the feel of the thick strands like lava through butter at that moment, before his eyes widened…as he realised that he was no longer eyeball-to-eyeball with his former tormentor…

…and that Gavin was slowly but surely travelling down his stomach straight to his…

“Fuck…” Michael moaned in his sleep, in the reality of the situation, turning on his back inside his waterbed, his dick on red alert as he always, always slept in the nude, and I swear camp scouts could have camped underneath that duvet, so hard his eight incher that was now stretching the warm fabric…

…back to his dream and Michael placed his hand behind Gavin’s neck, softly squeezing his skin, softly encouraging him to go further, to tell him that whatever he wanted to do, that it was okay…it was more than just okay.

Gavin smiled upwards at Michael, before he kissed the soft, hairy area just above Michael’s groin, before finally succeeded in tugging his shorts and boxers downwards, leaving that big eight-inch man dick in full view of anyone out there who cared enough to wanna see it. At that moment, the only person Michael really cared about was Gavin…and his eyes and lips as he measured Michael’s cock with a mixture of thirst and hunger.

Michael groaned and thrusted his hips forward as Gavin’s warm fingers finally made contact with their target, curling themselves around his big bro dick and with an utter fascination, cradling the rock-hard phallus, getting a good feel at the thing in its totality. Michael gently lodged his grin forward, signaling to Gavin that he wanted more…that he needed more…the soft caressing of his hair, made Gavin smile and lean in… his nose and lips were so near to touching the organ that he wanted to have so damn much…

“Gav…Gavin! Jesus!” Michael gasped inside his dream, and in reality, on his bed, as he felt his dickhead being totally enveloped inside Gavin’s warm mouth, the feeling nearly indescribable, his knees buckling at the emotions, solid electric shocks, as well as the realisation that there was nowhere else that he would rather be.

Looking down at Gavin’s sexy, stud of a manly ass face, he groaned once more as he saw the latter completely going to town on his stiff cock, the thing as hard as nails, bobbing solidly in the air, as Gavin took a breather, his hand never letting go of the wet organ…instead jerking it off until the head was red, fiery and fierce, before dipping his head down one more time, tasting the goodness that was employer’s pre ball juice.

Gobbling up as much of the watery goodness as was humanly possible, Gavin proceeded to slowly, carefully, because quite simply, that eight incher was fucking mouthful…quite literally…he proceeded to try and get the whole god damn thing down his beautiful gob…his eyes watering with the utmost extreme as Michael felt faint…he couldn’t believe that Gavin nearly had his whole dick down his throat…

…with an almighty gasp, Gavin came up for air, Michael’s hard phallus finally released from its warm water prison, saliva just about everywhere you looked…Gavin took a couple of deep breaths, before he winked at Michael once more, and taking the dick down his throat again…in reality Michael was literally now on his stomach, and starting to hump his mattress.

The blood was rushing through his body like it had never before…who knew that the guy who bullied him so much as a kid…who forced him to be home schooled because his father was getting sick and tired of his son not standing up for himself…would ever, EVER, give him as much pleasure as this?

Gavin was happily bobbing up and down Michael’s stiff member, his eyes telling anyone who could see that he was enjoying every god damn second of it. His stomach was in knots…his groin felt on actual fire, his fingers were getting totally entangled inside the waves of Gavin’s thick black hair…and his cockhead was getting ever much more ready to spit out their potent batter of bro-tein.

Michael reached out and solidly clasped Gavin’s entire face inside the palms of his hands, face fucking the man as best he could, his long eight incher threatening to choke the life out of the pool man…he gasped as he felt Gavin’s own fingers encircle his full, bouncing balls, caressing and enticing Mario and Luigi down there to fucking finally give up their previous elixir. Michael’s dick was drilling a fucking hole inside Gavin’s mouth, and with every swing, every push, every single time that he felt his foreskin glance over his cockhead and his juices being slurped up by his childhood bully, the more he wanted to spray paint the man’s entire face with his seed.

Michael pulled his cock from Gavin’s hungry ass mouth as quick as he could when he felt that he was near, and proceeded to jack his dick off over the latter’s unblemished face…Gavin’s tongue was literally hanging out of his mouth as his thirst and hunger for Michael’s sperm reached fever pitch. Michael’s face was distorted as if he was in sheer agony, his chest was heaving intensely, and his heart was going several times a minute…his fist curled around his heaving dick and with a powerful yelp from the back of his throat, he arched his back and the sperm blasted out of his cockhead like a sugary drink which had been shaken once too often.

Gavin’s face was a cummy mess right from the off, he licked his lips as Michael’s bro cream literally flowed over him, my GOD, there was so much…the smell, the texture…Gavin reached up and wiped the residue ball juice even more into his skin, urgently licking it off his fingers very much like a wolf who hadn’t eaten anything for days on end.

Finally, finally, Michael’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he felt Gavin’s warm orifice once more placing its lips around his still leaking cock, the head as sensitive as if ever was, after cumming that immensely, but Gavin clearly didn’t care. He continued to suck every droplet, literally vacuuming every single bit of precious liquid he could get, smacking his lips and swallowing the cum for good measure. Michael sat upwards inside his bed, his eyes white as snow, his heart thumping so wildly, he felt the need to feel his pulse, scared of a fucking heart attack at this point, before after a while, he succeeded in controlling his breathing…in…out…in…out…until he finally relaxed, and laid back gently onto his pillows.

“Fuck…fuck…fffffucccck…” he whispered to no one in particular, before he slightly smiled.

His cock was still hard, and to his utmost embarrassment, he felt it…immediately as he adjusted himself…his first fucking wet dream in what…ages, it had to be. Fucking hell, the sperm was nearly everywhere…it totally ruined his expensive silk sheets…there was no way he’d ever get these stains out.

Not for the first time, Michael shook his head, and then stood up, his cock still somewhere between half hard and flaccid, as he walked over to his chest of drawers, before reaching inside the second case from the top, and pulling out a photo album. He almost never ever, looked at these photos anymore…things were digital now, sure, but fourteen years ago, these things were still very much in fashion, and the sole reminder that he had, that things were ever how they was.

He pursed his lips as his eyes fell on his old class picture…taken a few days before his eventual suspension from the school, before that fateful day where Gavin had insulted his mother so badly, to allow little Mikey Lancaster, as he was known those days, to lose it so uncontrollably, that he kicked Gavin’s back so hard, the boy fell into the ground, screaming in agony. Unfortunately, the principal of the school, which just so happened to be Gavin’s own father, had heard the commotion…and like one man…all his fellow classmates threw completely and utterly, poor Michael under the bus, without even as much as a fucking question.

The fact that Gavin Connolly, the very same Gavin Connolly who he had just had a massive wet dream about, had been bullying him for years, or the fact that he only kicked Gavin because of what was said…was never mentioned. To all and to the rest of the world, Little Mikey Lancaster attacked Gavin Connolly for no good reason, and needed to be removed from the school. Michael smirked as he took out the class photo, his eyes flickering over to where he himself was, laughing at the camera, standing in the front row as one of the shortest kids in said class…meanwhile there was Gavin Connolly…the Gavin that HE remembered…all the way in the back, a nasty smirk on his face as usual.

Over to the right, there was Gemma, in the back row next to Gavin, whilst his former bestie Lisi, was standing two places away from Michael himself. Sitting down on his bed, complete with the photo still in his hand, Michael smiled wry fully…he had never seen any of these people in his life, ever again, after he was suspended from the school…and truth be told, he never actually wanted to.

Lisi, his supposed best friend, also couldn’t have been bothered to open her mouth to defend him, when he had kicked Gavin, just because she was dating Gavin at the time. Back then every girl wanted to get in Gavin’s pants and every boy wanted to be his friend, he was literally the most popular kid in school. No wonder Gavin still doesn’t recognise him.

Jesus…from that scrawny little boy who wore glasses and was frightened of his own shadow, to this hunk, this stud…this powerful individual with muscles everywhere you looked, his usage of contacts, him having a job at Nintendo South Africa, which gave him all his money, as well as paid for this magnificent house he lived in.

“Mikey…what the fuck are you doing here…” he murmured to himself, actually calling himself by his childhood nickname, which he loathed with all his might.

He was starting to fly down a very dangerous path…before he knew who Gavin was, the adult Gavin, that is, he knew that the man was the most beautiful person, male or female, that he had ever seen in his life. He was instantly attracted to him. And then when he found out just who he was…that made it even more of a turn on.

But now…Jesus Christ, he was actually starting to think about Gavin…constantly at work, when he was at the gym, or just in an online meeting for example…he would wonder what Gavin was doing, if he and his son Kyle was doing okay…and on the days that Gavin was at his home cleaning his pool, he would find some stupid ass excuse to get there early…anything…just to see Gavin in person and to spend some time with him.

There was no doubt denying it…Michael sighed. He was falling for Gavin, and he was falling fast.

He had nowhere NEAR the connection with his previous boyfriends that he had with his childhood tormentor…and he actually winced as the images of Gavin kicking him in his stomach one day after school came to mind. “I must be nuts…or crazy…or fucking both.

Man…I gotta stop this. I have to…if he finds out who I really am…and he’s not even gay! He has a son! Jesus, Michael!” he shouted to himself, in complete and utter frustration. Why did Gavin Connolly had to return to his life!?

WHY?

**

“Miss Parker? Remember me?”

The teacher stopped writing on her whiteboard, before she turned around, and took a good look at the sheer man mountain standing in front of her, with a bright smile just for good measure. She frowned, before she turned back towards her work…

“No, Sir, I’m afraid I do not, and if you aren’t off this school property in literally five minutes, I shall have no other option but to alert the school security and…”

Michael rolled his eyes, still smiling. Totally not the first time he got THIS kind of reaction when coming face to face from someone of his childhood.

He looked around, got an idea, before he gently sat on top of his old school desk, all the way at the back of the class, still standing on the exact same god damn spot after all these years, and he cleared his throat.

“Miss Parker? May I please stay behind school today to…clean the classroom?”

Suzie Parker froze at the point where she was, the sounds and laughs of the kids in the outside recess evident for both of them to hear and enjoy…Miss Parker took off her glasses, came a little closer towards Michael, and replaced them back on, before she gasped…

“NO! No, it can’t be! Mikey? Little Mikey Lancaster? That…cannot be you!?”

Michael nodded before he stood up and walked right up towards his favourite schoolteacher.

“Luckily they didn’t recognise me at reception because I probably would have been suspended yet again!”

Miss Parker’s eyes started to water as she shook her head, before Michael laughed and draw his former teacher in to a tight hug. The two of them were in total silent unison for a while, before he finally let her go, smiling warmly as he once more saw her wiping away her tears.

“I…just…wow…LOOK AT YOU! I would have never in a million years…WOW! You’ve clearly done well for yourself!” the teacher said, before signalling at Michael to take a seat in the chair opposite her desk, before putting down the chalk she had been writing with, wiping her hands clean, and sitting down herself, her eyes full of joy and glee.

“Yeah, I do okay. I design games for Nintendo Switch now.”

“Makes since, you were always fascinated by computers. Mikey…Mikey Lancaster. Wow.” She sighed, before she reached over and took his right hand inside of her own.

“I’m so…so sorry, that I wasn’t there that day. I had heard of it of course, when I came back from maternity leave, but by then you were suspended…of course it was easy to find out about you, because your father was always in the news and in the papers, but they never much told me any info that I wanted to know. If only I hadn’t gone into labour early…or if I had just told your substitute teacher that it was okay for you to stay behind…something happened that afternoon, didn’t it? Between you and…what was his name…that boy who always used to bully and degrade you…”

“Gavin Connolly. And Rowan Minords as well, but mostly Gavin,” Michael completed her sentence for her.

Miss Parker nodded in thought, before she patted his hand, finally letting it go.

“I heard what happened. Stories going around back then that you assaulted Gavin. I told the principal, as your teacher that if you had kicked Gavin, there HAD to be a good reason for it. You simply weren’t a kid who went around looking for trouble, if anything, you kept to yourself mostly. Principal Connolly didn’t even take my statement in question. I think it was nepotism at its best, even to this day. But look at you now! Goodness, me!”

Michael laughed and shook his head, blushing as he did so. He swore that Miss Parker was still the only woman in his life who could get away with actually doing that…anyway, he sat forward with his hands folded neatly, and looked her deep in her eyes.

“Miss Parker, the whole reason why I came to see you today, is rather…well it’s personal. If you don’t wanna give me any info, I’ll totally understand, but I had to come and ask. If anyone would know, it would be you.”

Miss Parker smiled and took a sip of her water, before she nodded.

“If I can help you, I definitely will. Shoot, I’m listening.”

Michael cleared his throat once more, before swallowing slowly, a frown etched on his face as he thought how the fuck he should even bring this up…he didn’t even know if Miss Parker was homophobic or not…but unless he straight up asked Gavin all of this…which would look suspicious as hell, or Gavin’s parents…hell no… he had no other option.

He needed to know…fuck that, he deserved to know, after all that Gavin did to him!

“Miss… talking about Gavin Connolly…about two months ago I met a man, about my age, and he was driving around town with his young son, looking for work. He had lost his job due to the pandemic and he was in desperate need for a job and money…before I knew his name and who he was…and this is the part you may, or may not like…”

Miss Parker sat quite still, listening intently, before she gently nodded, edging Michael to go on. Michael closed his eyes and sighed…

“…this guy…was the most…beautiful…most sexiest man I had ever seen in my entire life. I felt an instant connection and a bond with him, which is hard to explain, but it’s true. Miss Parker…that man was Gavin. Gavin Connolly.”

Suzie Parker’s eyes widened just a tad, before she blew out what looked like some much-needed air, as she sat back in her chair.

“You mean…?”

Michael nodded, and he couldn’t look away from her. This felt like it needed to be said and done, face to face.

“He doesn’t recognise me. At all. And yes…I’m gay. if you didn’t already know way early in my pre teen years.” 

Miss Parker sat forward, and took both of his hands, inside of her very own, giving him a warm, reassuring smile.

“Were you worried that I might judge you for being gay, Mikey?” she straight up asked, her eyes once more, full of love and warmth of her former student.

If this was someone else calling him by his childhood name, even if it was his own mother, he would have corrected them in a fucking heartbeat…but somehow…hearing her say it, her of all people, calling him Mikey…it just seemed right…it seemed fair.

He nodded, his eyes starting to water, just like hers were a few minutes earlier, as he sniffed, before composing himself.

“I didn’t know…whether or not…”

Miss Parker smiled and pointed him towards a photo on her desk. Michael’s eyes wandered over to where she was signaling him at, and he saw a picture of a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen at the most, along with Miss Parker, smiling sweetly at the camera, whilst holding each other.

“Don’t tell me…is that your daughter? Is that Michaela?” he asked, picking up with photo and taking a closer look.

“Indeed, it is…and guess what…only a few months ago, she confided in me…Mikey…she told me that she was worried…she told me that she had a crush on one of her classmates and she didn’t know how to handle it, or what to make of it at all. That classmate…was another girl. See where I’m going with this?”

Michael’s eyes blinked one more time, willing the tears away…it felt like ages since he had last cried even as much as a single tear, before he placed the photo back where he had found it. He wiped his eyes, before he nodded, and visibly relaxed.

“Go on, you were saying?” Miss Parker reiterated, checking her watch to see how much more time they had before recess was over. Mikey sat upright and pursed his lips…

“I know that Gavin made my life hell, but there is something that has changed him…I don’t know what it is, and I thought you’d be able to tell me. He also has a kid…his name is Kyle, and he is turning thirteen his year. Remember, Gavin has no idea who I really am. So, I can’t ask him all these things. I was hoping you can help me.”

Miss Parker sat back in her chair once more, her eyes deep in thought, and it remained that way for a few seconds, before he removed her glasses.

“Ah yes…I remember it now. Gavin Connolly…well, he indeed had gotten a girl pregnant. Both of them were only fifteen years old and both of them went to this school. Oh…the things he used to say and do…bragging over the fact that he had…in his words…nailed a piece of ass and now she was preggers with his kid…”

“But you see, Miss! That’s why I’m here! The difference between them is uncanny! The Gavin of today would never say anything like that! I can’t figure him out, he’s a kind, humble and respectful guy now! And…well…I dunno what it is, or what to call it…I’m starting to get strong…very strong feelings for him. I can’t help it…I tried to stop myself! You won’t believe now many times I’ve crucified myself for what’s happening…reminding myself twenty-four seven that this is the same guy who totally ruined my life!”

Michael stopped for breath, raising both of his hands in the air, as if he clearly didn’t know what to do or what to say any more.

“But then I look how he is with his son…and Miss… that boy is his entire life! I can’t for the life of me think that my old school bully, and this wonderful man, is one and the same person! But they are…they are, I checked…over and over and over. What happened there, Miss Parker? What happened to the Gavin that I knew?”

Miss Parker smiled sadly, and replaced her glasses back on her face. “Mikey, how much contact have you had with your former classmates over the years?”

Michael frowned in sheer confusion, looking down, thinking, before he looked up…

“None. None whatsoever. That day…there was not one person…not even Gemma or Lisi, who supported me. They all told Principal Connolly that I attacked Gavin for no reason. I didn’t wanna have anything to do with them again.”

Miss Parker nodded. She then stood up, and walked quietly over to the whiteboard, before facing Michael again.

“Are you sure you wanna hear this?”

Michael was unsure to be honest, having heard that…there was a tone in her voice…something inside him realised that she was warning him, without actually saying anything. Did he really wanna hear what she had to say? In the end, curiously killed the cat, and Michael nodded, as he swung his body a mere forty-five degrees in order to directly face her.

His former teacher shook her head, as if she was reliving a painful memory…

“Gavin had just turned fifteen, that particular day, was his birthday. There was obviously a massive party at his home, everyone was invited…and since his father was the principal, so was I, as his teacher. The evening started off well, all of us adults were entertained in the living room, far from all the teenage action going on at the pool outside, before we heard it. A scream, as loud as the night was dark.” Miss Parker took a sip of her water, swallowed, and continued talking. “When we got there, the girl that Gavin had gotten pregnant was laying on the concrete area, just beside the swimming pool. She had slipped and hurt herself, but more importantly, by that time, she was already eight months pregnant. This whole time, ever since the news had broken that young Gavin was going to be a father, his own dad had stood by him…supported him and defended him…but it was clear as day that Gavin was had been drinking. And loads at that.”

Michael was shocked…he didn’t know what he expected Miss Parker to actually say, but it certainly wasn’t…it wasn’t this! Miss Parker licked her lips, before she sadly went on…

“The girl went into premature labour as a result of her slipping in the pool of water next to the swimming area. Gavin, even in his drunken state, was beside himself. The baby had gotten hurt, and to make a long story short, it came down to a question whether to save the baby, or to save the girl…saving both was medically not an option anymore, she had lost way too much blood.”

Miss Parker turned around, picked up a piece of chalk, and started to draw what resembled very much like a blossoming flower…it’s petals full and outstretched. Once she was done, she sighed.

“Nature unfortunately made that decision for the doctors…the girl passed way seconds after the baby died. That baby…has to be Gavin’s son Kyle, that you’ve now told me about.”

Miss Parker wiped her hands, before once more sitting down across from a very, very, shocked and very much traumatized, and shaking Michael.

“You asked me why Gavin Connolly, changed so much from the one you knew…the big, strong bully, to the calmer person he is now…there is your answer. He has never stopped blaming himself for getting the girl pregnant. Because if she wasn’t…she still would have slipped, probably, but she also wouldn’t have perished. At least, that’s what Principal Connolly told all of us teachers. Gavin feels responsible for her death. He was never, ever the same again after that.”

Michael blinked, and he stood up. He ran his fingers through his hair, before he wiped his face…still in total and utter disbelief, at what he had just heard. He knew…of course he knew…it was clear for anyone who wasn’t batshit blind to see…Gavin adored Kyle…he loved him. More than anything else in this world. And now he knew why.

A thought flashed through his brain. He had noticed that Kyle didn’t look like Gavin at all…but instead, he resembled someone he knew…but he just couldn’t put a name to the face. It was as if it wanted to be clear…but then again it wasn’t either.

“Miss Parker?”

“Mikey?”

Michael’s heart was heavy…he suddenly knew the answer…and putting two and two together suddenly wasn’t as hard as he first thought. He knew who Gavin had been dating at the time when he was suspended. He knew exactly what was coming. What the answer would be.

“Who was the girl? The girl who died…Kyle’s mother…please…please…I need to know…you know why I need to know.”

Miss Parker stood up once more, and walked over towards Michael, before she softly placed her hand on his massive shoulder.

“Lisi. It was Lisi.”

**

Michael sat in his car, what felt like hours, after he had left his old classroom. He made his mind up…he needed to talk to Kyle. He needed to see him…because now that he knew who his mother was, he was going to make it his personal mission to make sure the boy was happy and healthy.

Even if that meant he had to pay Gavin triple his salary and pay their fucking rent to get a decent apartment, if that’s what it took, that’s what he was going to fucking do. He wasn’t thinking clearly, he was still sane enough to realise that.

Lisi…sweet, innocent Lisi…his best friend all those years ago…between herself and Gemma…they were the only two kids in school who so much as gave him a second look! But that was before Lisi had totally fallen in love with Gavin and she started to change. Michael didn’t know why and how the hell he didn’t see it before…Kyle was the spitting image of Lisi.

He shook his head…how has he not realised it before now! The son of his former bestie…he needed to make sure the boy was taken care of. Afterall, he owed it to Lisi, to try. Michael at upright as he finally saw Kyle walk out of the school gates, and clearly not seeing his dad’s old van anywhere, he seemed to sigh, before he adjusted his backpack and turning towards his right, and quickly disappearing around the corner.

Michael switched on his car’s engine, and with a determined expression on his face, he drove over to the street in which he saw Kyle turn into. As he neared a corner, he stopped, his brakes screeching with the effort…no…no way…not again… .

..Michael watched in utter horror, as three, no…four boys were surrounding Kyle.

Two of them had the fucking nerve to push him around back and forth, between the two of them, whilst the other were laughing their heads off at the blatant bullying that was happening. Michael’s eyes turned bloodshot red as he saw one of the boys take off Kyle’s backpack and the little shit proceeded to THROW it across the school gates, meaning that Kyle had to go ALL the way back into the grounds, in order to retrieve it.

Michael’s hands balled into fists…this wasn’t happening…he was bullied himself when he was a kid…there was no way…HELL NO…there was no way he was just gonna SIT here and fucking WATCH this happening! FUCK NO!

He got out of his car faster than you could say “cocksucker” before he marched over towards where Kyle and the boys now were. Two cars nearly ran Michael over, in crossing the road, but what the fuck did he care? His only mission now, was to save the son of his dearest, dearest friend. Two of the boys saw a shadow cast over them as Michael approached, his big, beefy body completely dwarfing the little fuckers, to the point where they stretched their necks to look at him, whilst the other two idiots still hadn’t noticed him.

“Uhm…guys…?” the one little shit managed to croak out, before his two buddies finally stopped pushing Kyle around.

“Yeah, what…” one of them answered back…his words stopping in his throat, as he saw Michael staring down at them with complete and utter murder in his eyes.

“Mister Michael…help me…help me…” Kyle started to panic as he saw the boys getting more and more angst, before Michael crossed his arms.

“Tell me…did this boy here do anything to you?”

 No… all four boys shook their heads in unison…no, Kyle didn’t do anything to them. Michael’s frown deepened.

“So… did he hurt you? Insult you? Threaten you?”

“How can this loser ever hurt us…”

“ANSWER ME!”

Michael came closer and all four boys spat in different directions, three of them had managed to get away, as fast as their legs could carry them, but Michael managed to grab the remaining fat one by his jersey, and held him tightly, with no chance of getting away.

“I asked…did he do ANYTHING remotely to you?”

“No! No, he didn’t! Lemme go!” the boy shouted, and Michael nodded.

“So, he didn’t do anything to you. Just peacefully walking home…so why the FUCK…do you see the need to BULLY and ATTACK him?”

The boy was by now so scared, that Michael was sure he was gonna piss his trousers at any second, and he quickly winked at Kyle, as if to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

“Is there a problem here?”

“Dad!”

The boy that Michael was holding wriggled out of his grasp, before he run over towards a man which had stopped to pull over in his car, a few feet away from them. Michael turned around… come on kid… I dare you…tell your dad some lies…bullies like you always fucking do.

The man got out of his car…and my God, he was twice the size of his son…and just as overweight as well…and he stared at Michael the same way that Michael was doing at him.

“Is this your son, dude?” Michael asked.

The opposing man nodded.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

Michael frowned and pointed to Kyle.

“Are you aware that your precious little fat boy, and his buddies, are bullying this boy here? They attacked him, pushed him around, threw his backpack over the fence…I mean, are they what, seven years old?”

The man placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, before he snarled at Michael.

“Boys will be boys…what’s a little man management and innocent play now and again? Toughens you up, if anything! Your son looks as if could use a little more manliness in his life…or is he also one of those sissies you get so easily nowadays?”

Michael froze.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you call him?”

The man shook his head and signaled at his son to get in the car. “If you don’t need me to tell you, you’re obviously one of them!” he laughed nastily, before he got into his car, and driving off, leaving both Michael and Kyle all alone on the sidewalk.

“Who was that? Do you know that kid?” Michael asked Kyle, kneeling down and checking him over to see if he had any visible injuries, but luckily, he didn’t see any. Kyle nodded and sighed.

“That’s Tyron Minords. Dad knows his dad as well. They used to be friends. They ain’t any more though.”

Minords…Minords…ROWAN MINORDS!

The guy who helped Gavin bully me all those years ago…! Jesus…when they said the world was a small place, they fucking meant it!

**

“Dad! Dad, where are you?”

“In here, buddy! At the back!”

Michael swallowed…he honestly thought that Gavin was being way too over dramatic when he said weeks ago that they lived in a trailer park…well…it wasn’t quite that, but it was in fact a caravan park. And they lived…resided…in an actual caravan. Dude…your father was the principal of a school…what the fuck happened…how the hell did it get to this?

“Hey pal! How was your d…” Gavin started to ask his son, but he was abruptly stopped when he laid his eyes on Michael.

“Mister Michael, Sir…what…how…I mean…” he asked, clearly confused as hell, as he looked down towards the simple t-shirt that he was wearing, and with his face blossoming ever more red with the passing seconds, he subconsciously wiped his hands off on his jeans.

“Hey Gavin…I just…well…” Michael was stunned…he was suddenly at a loss of what to say…and it had nothing to do with the fact that Gavin’s t-shirt was fitting so tightly on him, that you could actually see his nipples and his abs through it…it just HAD to be a white shirt on top of it all…his ass looked so cooked well-done in those jeans…

Michael had no idea how big Gavin’s cock was…they had seen each other naked of course as kids in PE and stuff, but that was fourteen years ago…and there was a more than respectable bulge going on…geez louise…

Kyle looked from the confusion etched on his father’s face, to the complete and utter silence on Michael’s…before he decided to take it upon himself…

“Dad, it was awesome! You should have seen Mister Michael! Those big bullies were after me again, but Mister Michael let them have it!”

Gavin’s eyes wandered carefully from his son, towards his boss, with Michael suddenly regaining control over his limbs…holding up his hands in utter peace.

“I didn’t do much…he’s totally exaggerating…I just gave them a good talking to…” “…and he grabbed Tyron by his jacket and forced him to say sorry!” Michael grunted in response.

“Geez Gavin, your son can teach me a few things about lying! It wasn’t that bad, really…”

A smile was slowly pulling at the corners of Gavin’s mouth, before he swallowed it and looked sternly at his son.

“Kyle, was Tyron Minords picking on you again?” Kyle nodded slowly, before seemingly looking towards Michael to some support.

 “Go and get busy with your homework, buddy, okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” Kyle nodded, and once more turned towards Michael…the admiration and the happiness on his pre-teen face clear for everyone to see.

“Thanks, Mister Michael! You are fucking ace!” he said…Michael grimacing at his language, but the kid disappeared to the inside of the caravan before his father could reprimand him.

“Dude…I’m so sorry…I swore by accident at those kids and now it seemed he had learned it…” Michael protested, but Gavin kept on smiling.

“No sweat, Sir. You should hear the lot that lives around here. They don’t give a shit that there are school kids surrounding them. Anyway…it sounds like you were there for Kyle when he needed you…thanks. I mean that. Thank you.”

Michael blushed and placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. He looked up at Gavin’s beautiful…handsome face. His heart was suddenly beating faster than usual, and it felt as if the blood was suddenly rushing to his cock, the moment that he did.

This man…holy fucking fuck, he was perfect. In every way. Knowing this was it…knowing he now had to obviously say goodbye, and only see Gavin again when he came to clean his pool, depressed him like nothing ever did before. Why did it hurt to bad…he had no idea.

No…hell no…he wasn’t ready to go home from this…he wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet…his eyes sparkled as he stared into Gavin’s eyes, before he cleared his throat.

“Hey, what say I take you and Kyle out for dinner? Nothing fancy, just the local Burger King? Would that be too weird?”

Gavin snickered, looked around towards the caravan, and rolled his eyes.

“Mister…”

“Dude, I told you before, my name is Michael.”

Gavin’s smile got even bigger. His eyes were full of the old mischief that Michael by now, so enormously recognised, but this afternoon, it was evident more than ever.

“Michael…I…I don’t wanna sound like a cheap skate, but I don’t really have money for takeout right now…”

Michael smirked right back.

“Did I tell you to pay? I asked you to and Kyle to join me for dinner.”

Kyle shook his head, and you could eat shit off his grin, so badly he wanted to laugh out loud.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” he whispered, his eyes warm and full of fun.

Michael smiled back…they matched each other completely and perfectly.

“I know. I’m the fucking biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. Go on, go and get Kyle. I’ll wait by the car.”

For a moment, Gavin looked serious, and he once more took a good at his clothes, before he nodded, and called on Kyle that they were going out for dinner.

Michael blew out some air…what just happened? Why wasn’t he ready to go home? Why didn’t wanna leave?

Deep down he knew the answer…and it terrified him. To his very core.

**

 After a wonderful dinner, in which not only had Michael treated both Gavin and Kyle to a massive Whopper, fries and a drink, but also some dessert, led both of the men looking down smilingly at a sleeping Kyle, who had nodded off somewhere on the way driving back to the caravan park from Burger King.

Michael parked in front of their caravan, before getting out, kind of wanting to open the passenger side for Gavin, but he was already outside…opening up the back door slowly as not to wake him, and carrying a sleeping Kyle out, before he signaled to Michael…

“My keys are in the pockets of my jeans…would you?”

“Sure, man.”

Michael reached into Gavin’s jeans, and retrieved said keys, but not before he felt the warmth of the man next to him…and he could have sworn that Gavin shuddered the moment that his fingers touched his skin. Walking over towards the caravan, he solemnly and quietly unlocked the door, before Gavin whispered his thanks, and went in…and Michael could feel his heart melting as he saw how softly and carefully Gavin placed Kyle on his bed, before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Michael retreated backwards as he saw Gavin was coming out, before he joined his boss outside.

“I dunno…I don’t know how to thank you. This was Kyle’s first ever time inside a Burger King. Words can’t describe…fuck…I didn’t mean to become all cry baby here…” Gavin said, as he choked back some pent-up emotion.

Michael’s own emotions was on breaking point already after all this time, and he stood closer to Gavin, and before he actually himself knew what he was doing, he proceeded to place his arm around the smaller man.

“Hey…sometimes we all just need a little help, right?” he said softly, before he felt Gavin nodding against him.

“Michael, dude…if you knew me…no, really knew me, you wouldn’t say that…” Michael blinked…stay strong…don’t let him know who you really are…

“That’s the bloody second time you’ve said that…what’s going on? You seem like such a decent guy to me…you take good care of your son, you do the best you can under circumstances…”

Gavin slightly pulled away from Michael, before he stood to one side, looking upwards at the moon, shining all its holy light on the area of the caravan park, and then he sighed.

“Dude…back then…when I was Kyle’s age…I was a real bastard. I was a jerk! I keep thinking over and over about it these days as he gets older and now seeing how my own son is getting fucking bullied…” Gavin breathed once more…before he rubbed his arms together as if he was getting cold, when in reality, it was humid as fuck outside. He shook his head, as if he was having a painful memory, before he spoke once more…

“There was this little guy…back when I was in school, and for the life of me, I can’t remember his name now…Mickey…Mike…Mikey! Yes, that’s it, Mikey. Oh, Michael…I made his life a total fucking hell. Looking back…you ever wonder why Kyle and I live alone, without his mother?”

Michael swallowed…happy as fuck that the darkness of the night, was hiding the worry on his face, that Gavin might actually start to recognise him…this was getting way too insane…way to intense and strange.

“No, should I be wondering that?” he asked as innocently as he could.

Gavin turned around, and Michael was just in time to see a lone tear rolling down his left cheek. His chest was slightly heaving, before he cleared his throat.

“She…Kyle’s mom…she died during childbirth. If it wasn’t for me…getting her pregnant, she would still be here. And Michael…I can’t forget that! Never! I can’t forgive myself ever! That’s why, I’m working my ass off, taking any job I can get, to care for my son. I can’t let him down…he’s all I’ve got!” Gavin literally croaked out the last bit of his sentence, his voice threatening to completely disintegrate.

As if in a dream…it surely felt that way…Michael’s body was seemingly moving on its own…he literally had no control. As he reached where Gavin was standing, he turned the man towards him…they were now staring each other straight in the eye. Michael licked his lips…he saw a fire inside Gavin’s eyes that he didn’t recognise…

“That’s not true. You’ve…you’ve got me. Do you hear me? You’ve got me!” Michael whispered hoarsely, his hands now holding Gavin’s arms tightly as he said so. Gavin blinked, and another tear rolled down his cheeks before he could stop it.

“I’m total scum…” he whispered… Michael had enough.

More than enough.

With a swift movement, he pinned Gavin against the caravan, much like the dream he had a couple of nights prior…the sparks between them could rival that inside a fucking generator. “You’re beautiful…so beautiful…” Michael murmured…reaching up with his right hand and slowly caressing the side of Gavin’s face.

Gavin smiled slightly…before he nudged his nose against Michael’s.

“When last did you look in a mirror?” he said softly.

Michael leaned forward and suddenly the inevitable happened…he kissed Gavin.

He couldn’t stop…he wouldn’t stop…there was this…call it crazy but there was this BOND between them that was so strong and so powerful that it DWARFED what happened between them yonks ago. Michael deepened the kiss as he heard Gavin softly groan, before the latter pulled Michael towards him even more.

Finally, after what felt like fucking ages, when in reality it was only a sheer couple of seconds, both pulled away…and saw the admiration for the other, reflected in their eyes.

“I… I really gotta go…” Michael said, his thumb making gentle circles around Gavin’s cheek.

“I… okay, then. I’ll see you soon?” Gavin asked, his eyes full of hope and perhaps…even more. 

Michael leaned down without even thinking, closed the small gap between them and kissed Gavin one last time. When he pulled away, he saw the latter’s eyes were closed…he was savoring every moment.

“I promise,” Michael said…

…and the smile on Gavin’s face, made all of this, absolutely worthwhile.

I was in my mid forties at the time and ashamed to say that I had not learned to swim. An ad in the local newspaper was offering ‘free’ swimming lessons at the local baths for mature students so I thought it time I at least tried to learn to swim.

My first class was a little scary as I was the only man in a group of mature ladies. I had bought a pair of new swimming shorts that covered my modesty but I was still a little nervous among all the ladies. The swimming instructor Rod turned out to be a rather handsome lad of about twenty five. Tall and in rather short black swimming shorts he was real eye candy for the ladies and I must say I too appreciated his stunning good looks and fine physique.

The lesson went relatively well but I felt a little uncomfortable when Rod had to put his hands on my waist to keep me afloat in the water. The lad was only trying to help me but the close proximity of his body to mine made my heart thump though that was just the start.

Hitting the showers after the lesson I found myself alone which I was thankful for but Rod was only minutes away from joining me in the shower.

I was naked and had just lathered my body down with the shower gel provided when in strides the naked Rod looking every inch the hunk he was.

I could not help but look at his cock and he clocked mine too which made me feel at ease. His prick was pretty handsome too, it looked semi stiff and he was soon beside me soaping it well and making me feel uncomfortable again.

“Did you enjoy the lesson Mr.Cleaver?” he asked.

“Please call me John” I said

“O.K” he replied looking directly at my soapy dick.

“I did enjoy the lesson but I don’t think I’ll ever be a swimmer” I said.

“You will, you have a pretty good athletic looking body under all those soap suds” he said.

He flattered me unconvincingly and I noticed that his dick was a lot bigger than it first appeared.

Strangely I was feeling very attracted to him as he stood naked and close to me in the shower and there was a real magnetism between us. A few moments of intense eye contact had my cock twitching and I had to leave the shower and begin to dry myself, my heart thumping like a sledge hammer.

Rod eventually came out of the shower and began to dry himself next to me.. I felt nervous and uncomfortable again, and avoided looking at him directly in the eyes.

“I wonder” he said “If I could ask you a big favour?”

“Of course what is it?” I replied.

“Could you possible give me a lift home tonight only my best mate is using my car and the bus isn’t for ages?”

I had no plans so said yes and discovered that he lived about a five minute drive from me.

I was to meet him out in the car park once he had finished locking up the swimming pool.

I sat in my car waiting and he came out and began talking to another older man.

After a few moments he hugged the man and they kissed on the lips pretty passionately before he began to look for my car. He saw me instantly and knew that I had seen him kissing the man.

I thought it best not to say anything when he got in my car but he brought the subject up.

“That was my boyfriend Jerry. Are you shocked John?” he asked.

I was crimson with embarrassment but not shocked and I did say that everybody has their own choices to make.

“He’s got my car as he has a meeting.” said Rod securing his seatbelt.

We drove to his place in relative silence, that is until he squeezed my knee.

“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling up outside his flat.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come in and fuck me”. he said, his eyes searching into mine again.

The request knocked me for six and I just stared back at him my heart again thumping out of my chest.

“Fuck you? You want me to fuck you? Is that what you said?”

He looked right into my very soul.

“Jerry doesn’t fuck me anymore and I am desperate. He says he loves me but these days he has trouble getting it up. I noticed your dick was pretty animated in the shower so I thought that maybe you would like a shag?”

I was pretty speechless though my dick was twitching uncontrollably in my pants.

“Sorry if I got the wrong vibes John” he said “Suppose you are a happily married man getting plenty of sex”.

“On the contrary” I replied. “My wife fucked off and left me some years ago so my sex life is non existent”.

“Well then John, maybe I could help” he said clutching my knee even harder. “What do you say?”

Half an hour later I found myself in a naked clinch with Ro, kissing him and slipping my tongue into his hot mouth. His hands were all over my back and bum and I gave his back and bum the same attention. I could feel his cock stiffening close to my own and it felt really good.

“Relax John, just go with it” he said and Rod slid down the bed and took my stiff cock into his mouth and began to suck me.

I knew I would not last long as it had been ages since I’d been sucked.

“Steady” I warned “I’m so close”.

Rod ignored me and just sucked even harder, his tongue lapping wildly at my stiff straining cock until I started to pump a load of spunk into his mouth. Rod slurped and fed on my cock taking all of my cum and swallowing it greedily.

“I’m so sorry, I was just so excited”  said pulling my creamy dick from his mouth.

He came back up the bed and kissed me, his spunky mouth tasty with my own cum.

“We have loads of time to fuck” he said taking my hand and placing it on his cock.

He was on his back, his beautiful athletic body all mine, his cock standing proud and oozing pre cum.

It was my turn to suck cock and I went for it big time. I’d never sucked a man before but as soon as I felt Rod’s stiff cock in my mouth I just sucked with a lustful passion and played with his balls as he lay moaning. I soon realized how good cock sucking was and the thought of a mouthful of spunk never entered my mind so when the cock started jerking in my mouth and the warm gush of sperm hit the back of my throat I just swallowed and sucked even harder.

Rod’s cum tasted pretty sweet so I kept his cock in my mouth for some minutes, letting it shrink on my tongue as I lapped around the knob.

 

“We have loads of time John. We’ll have a dink and then you can fuck me” said Rod.

We chatted and drank beer and then he said he was ready for some action and grabbed my cock.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked.

“Fuck no! I want fucking raw, it’s the only way John, you will fuck me raw won’t you?”

His pleading eyes ensured I couldn’t say no, so he

began lubricating his hole with KY and then rubbed a load on my now rock hard cock.

“I have to have it raw John, you may not swim very well yet but I bet your spermy swimmers will reach right inside the depths of me”.

He lay on his back and pulled his legs up to show off his hairy hole.

The thought of coming inside his hot hole had my dick jumping so I steadied my prick and eased my knob against his hot arsehole.

“Push it right in” said Rod “I have to feel the full length”.

I pushed gently, my cock feeling the burn of his

arsehole as it clung to my shaft.

“Wow! I’ve never felt anything like this” I said, my prick throbbing hotly inside his willing hole.

“Push it all the way , give me all of your lovely big cock” said Rod and I shoved harder feeling my throbbing shaft sink into the depths of Rod’s hot twitching arsehole.

“Oh! Yeah!” said Rod ” I feel that alright now fuck me, fuck me!”

I knew I would not last too long a I’d never been quite so excited . I had to keep stopping to try and avoid coming but Rod’s hole was milking my dick so nice.

Holding my prick still was a problem as his arsehole felt so fucking wonderful I just wallowed in the depth of his hole my cock jerking in the heat my balls itching to release all my spunk.

“Cum inside me if you can’t hold on. It’s O.K. ,you can fuck me again later, just shoot those swimmers

deep in my arse” said Rod.

I grabbed hold of Rod’s stiff dick and wanked it as I

raced towards my climax, my cock thrusting in and out of him deep and hard.

“I’m coming! Oh! God! I’m coming” I said and my balls jus let my spunk fly.

Rod wrapped his legs tight around me, keeping my cock firmly up his arse as I spunked off.

I tossed his cock really fast and he too began to spurt his load up his belly and chest. His orgasm was pretty epic sending some of his cum across his handsome face.

I continued to fuck him until I my cock’s sensitivity got too much to bear.

I felt really guilty after fucking him and wanted to leave He told me he’d enjoyed feeling my cock inside him and asked if I wanted to stay for a drink.

I quickly declined, got myself dressed and left him, my dick still tingling with post fuck sensations. On the way home I kept telling myself that I wasn’t gay though the fact was I’d had the best fuck f my life.

 

Of course some time later I realized that I needed to have him again and I could not wait for my next swimming lesson.

That turned out to be eventful and I was pretty shy at first meeting up with Rod. He of course looked like a fucking dream boat and when he got into the water and got really close to me all I wanted to do was to kiss him and feel him.

He made it obvious he was still interested in me as his hands brushed my crotch a few times and when he was supporting me up in the water his hand was well and truly holding my cock.

In the showers and alone we were soon in a hot clinch and could not keep our hands off of each other. He got down on his knees and gobbled my prick and then I returned the favour, then he turned over bent down and told me to get stuck up his arse.

I was in mid fuck when his old boyfriend, the man I’d seen before, came in.

I pulled out of Rod’s delicious hole and got back to showering myself down.

“Thought you’d be in here” said the man.

I was aware that he was ogling me up and down, maybe because I was trying to hide my massive hard on.

“Hey why don’t you come back home with us mate” he said “I’d love to see you fuck Rod on the bed”.

I thought at first he was joking but he continued.

“I know you’ve fucked him, he told me, we have no secrets. Suppose he told you I cant screw his arse off any more so I’m happy that he gets fucked by somebody who can. What do you say? Let me watch you fuck my young husband”.

Husband? I was shocked that they were married due to the age gap, I mean like me the guy could have been Rod’s father.

I turned to face the man, Rod was drying himself down. I was still pretty stiff but happy to let the man see my cock.

“Okay” I said “I don’t mind you watching”.

The man smiled and came over to me. I was soaking wet but he dipped down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked it for a few moments.

I was rigid again in seconds and almost creaming off. Rod was wanking his dick watching us and I was about to come when he stopped sucking me.

“You see, I may not get a hard on to fuck but I still enjoy a good cock suck Come on you two let’s get home and get it on”.

Back at Rod’s place the three of us stripped off and climbed onto the bed. Rod’s husband Derek was soon gobbling on my prick again getting it rock hard for Rod’s hot tight hole. Rod was already for cock, his arsehole on display for me, his hands holding his cheeks wide.

I leaned over and just started kissing Rod letting my tongue reach into his hot mouth. Derek didn’t mind me kissing his husband, he was too busy feeding my cock down his throat.

Again I got to the point where I needed to cum and Derek realised it and pulled my dick from his mouth.

“Right” he said “Let’s see you fuck my young husband until he whimpers. He needs a really god fucking don’t you?”

Rod answered with a definite yes, his arse wriggling before me.

I pressed my knob to his hole and Derek spat a load of gob onto my cock. My prick, glazed and wet eased into Rod’s burning hot hole and I began to fuck the hunky lad hard.

Derek grabbed my balls as I shafted Rod, the young hunk moaning with sheer bliss as my prick knocked his young prostate.

Surprisingly Derek got a massive hard on.

“Fuck look at my dick?” he said “I’ve not had a stiffy like that in months”.

Close up I found Derek to be quite a handsome

man with dark brown eyes and full lips, the sort of sexy guy I’d definitely look twice at.

Whilst I wanted to offer up his husband’s arse so he could fuck it I was too excited with the silky feel of Rod’s arsehole gripping my cock.

Without asking Derek began to rub his dick against my butt as I fucked and then I felt his knob directly on my hairy hole.

“Fuck me then!” I said, my hole twitching against his dick “Fuck me!”.

He didn’t need asking twice as his gob wet cock pushed hard against me as I steadied myself to receive it.

This was new to me, I’d never been fucked before but the heat of Derek’s knob against my hole had me begging for his cock.

A hard shove and he was right up my arse in one.

I hollered loudly and Rod told me to take it like a man and keep fucking.

Derek shafted my virgin hole hard bringing tears to my eyes as I plunged my cock deeper into Rod.

I was close to shooting my load, my balls aching to cream off inside the hot lad.

My arsehole was burning with cock friction but the hurt I felt was so good I found myself backing onto the hard cock.

“That’s it John, you’re liking my dick in your hole now aren’t you?” said Derek picking up speed and thrusting his pick deep into my arse.

“I sure feel like I want to come but it may be a dry cum, we will have to see” he said, thrusting wildly.

Meanwhile Rod was whimpering and taking my cock balls deep, the heat and squeeze of his fuck hole much better than the slack old cunt of my unfaithful wife.

“Fuck!  Lad! I’m coming” I said and my prick jumped and jerked in his burning hole  my man batter creaming his arse good and sloppy.

I felt for Rod’s cock, it was rigid and right n edge. I rub of his knob with my thumb and finger and the lad was creaming all over my hand.

I was stuck deep up his arse my dick throbbing hot, my balls empty, my fingers slippery with sweet cum.

All three of us licked my fingers for a taste, a taste that had Derek coming inside me.

“Fuck! Man! I’m actually shooting a load up your fucking arse. I’m actually churning off some cum. Fuck! It feels good” he said.

It felt good for me too, my dick was twitching in Rod’s young grateful hole, my bum was full of cock and cum and my mouth tasted of sweet jizz.

I still felt straight, I still liked women but having had a man there was no turning back.

Cock was all I desired.

Gio put his hands on my head and slowly pulled me off his cock. As he did, I felt a sense of longing for it to return. Is this what it means to be addicted to cock?

Gio leaned forward and whispered in my ear “Congratulations! You’ve proved you’re ready.”

***************

On all fours, I leaned forward ready to swallow his cock some more, but Gio stopped me. “My seed is not meant for that hole tonight,” he announced.

With my blindfold still on, I heard him get up from his chair and slowly walk around behind me.

SMACK!

He slapped my left ass cheek as I sensed him slowly kneeling behind me. I could sense him looking down at my bare ass in the jockstrap.

And then I felt him lean down. His body brushed against mine and his hard cock rubbing against my ass. He leaned back up and began rubbing his hard cock back and forth against my ass crack. Each thrust found a bit more depth but never fully penetrating.

As I realized each thrust was also slowly wiping off any of the spit and throat slime from the blowjob, I tensed up and swore I heard a slight maniacal chuckle before Gio said “you’re going to want relax and enjoy this. Go ahead and take a big hit of those poppers by your right hand.”

I found the bottle, opened them, took one long hit on the right and then another on the left. Before I could even put them down Gio ordered “AGAIN! But hold it for 10 seconds each side this time!”

I did as he commanded. Right when I exhaled on the left side Gio thrust forward. While I could feel each inch of his cock work its way in, my head was spinning and hole relaxing from the effects of the poppers. It was then that I realized he had held in place, opened his own poppers, and then closed them and placed them in the waistband of my jockstrap.

That is when Gio really started having fun. He started picking up and changing pace. Long slow strokes changed to fast short thrusts then almost all the way out and slammed back in. Occasionally he would stop again and take a hit of poppers and order me to do the same to open up for him.

The pace kept like this for who knows how long. Time moves different with a blindfold on and a head spinning from poppers and great sex.

Suddenly, I felt Gio grab my hips, and his thrusts became stronger and more powerful as he emptied his seed deep in me. With a final thrust, he was done, pulled out, and wiped his cock off on my ass as if to mark his territory.

“Once again. You earned your prize. And I think you learned your lesson about always being lubed because I’ll get pleasure whether you’re in pain or not.”

“Now remember the rules. When you hear the shower running, you can take the blindfold off. If you take it off before then or if you are still here when my shower ends, you forfeit any possibility of returning for more of my cock which you so obviously crave now.”

Gio was wrong about one thing. I did not just crave his cock. I was addicted. I wanted more of it!

Upon hearing the bedroom door close and shower start, I removed my blindfold. It was only then that I noticed that my jockstrap was soaked. I had cum without ever stroking myself. I had been so focused on pleasuring his cock that I had not noticed that I had cum.

I slowly gained strength in my legs and got up. It was then I realized that I had been moving slowly as I heard the water stopping.

“Shit!” I uttered aloud. There would be no time to get dressed if I wanted to follow the rules. I grabbed my pile of clothes and keys and ran out the door in nothing but my cum covered jockstrap just as I heard the bathroom door open.

As I left, I looked back at his apartment and swore I saw a blind in one of his windows move slightly. I did not have much time to think as I noticed several neighbor’s curtains were opened and others were walking their dogs. I had to quickly make it to my car.

As I drove back to my apartment, I began to wonder. Had Gio taken a shorter shower with the sole purpose of forcing my quick exit scenario? Was he watching me leave and enjoying the sight of his neighbors seeing another of his conquests half naked and covered in cum leaving his apartment in a confused state that was half walk of shame and half walk of satisfaction?

Whether it was on purpose or a happy accident, Gio definitely seemed to be masterfully playing mind games

A Career for Two

F.E. Cooper

(Homage to Gerry Taylor and Pete Brown)

They knew just what to do. They had been coached to do it. Over several months, trained well. Final grooming ahead, not yet conveyed.

Solly was engaged with his shoes and socks when Tim came in and began the same process. “Hi, guess we’re right on schedule. Everything okay?”

“Mostly,” Tim said as he removed the rest of his clothes. “Not a bruise yet today. How ’bout you?”

“Look.”

“Your shirt tail’s in the way. Oh, man, your butt’s red.” He helped Solly strip.

Naked, they faced each other, hands steadying each other’s head for the obligatory kiss. Tongues took turns tantalizing the mouth of each until their responding erections rubbed.

Tim having gone first yesterday, it was Solly’s turn to lavish saliva in his friend’s arm pits. Pits before chest’s nipples. Nipples before navel.

Mission accomplished, Tim took over. Returned the favors.

Both breathed together deeply three times before following protocol and reaching to enclose the other’s scrotum for squeezing exercises. Three times, each with more pressure. First for a count of three, second for a count of five, third for a count of ten.

Smiles broke simultaneously. “We didn’t cry,” Tim said softly. Solly replied with pride, “That’s the point. We’re making progress.”

Solly placed his hands on his hips and thrust forward so that Tim could slap his erection until it wilted, a task which Solly performed for Tim in turn.

It was good, they knew, as they walked together to the shower stall. They should await arousal by their men. Everywhere except their heads, they smeared the product that dissolved hair, each responsible for his counterpart’s complete smoothness. Warm water spray and soap sluiced skin before towels buffed same to healthy pinkness.

Upon passing each other’s inspection, they provided encouraging hugs and separated to return to their assignments.

* * *

Two men observed, the trainer and the coach.

“Neither fidgets, both stand straight, they show little emotion, good attitudes. They’re ready.”

“I’m not sure. But I’ll defer to you with your greater experience.”

“No, to the fact of their conditioning, subliminal and conscious.

“Solly’s bottom needs toughening. The same amount of spanking as Tim gets yet Solly stays red. Shall I administer our tannic acid salve?”

“No, most like a boy whose butt shows the effect of being spanked.”

“What about Tim’s tendency to bruise?”

“He’s been misused. I’ll see that doesn’t happen again.”

* * *

They were not perfect. Perfection lay in acceptance, yet acceptance was not enough. Not when, in what they thought was a moment of privacy, Tim cursed the severity of his endurance coaching and Solly seconded the observation with a few four-letter pejoratives.

Discipline was meted out to the offending tongues with small, specially designed black rubber crops. Standing nakedly side by side with hands in the small of their backs, they were instructed to extend their tongues for punishment – a stroke for each letter of each bad word. “If you draw back from what you are due, your suffering will be greater. Cry, if you need since it’s your first time, but keep those tongues out.”

Tears and cries were nothing compared to tongues so swollen that four subsequent meals were necessarily cold and sipped through straws.

Neither ever swore again.

Mercifully, oral training was postponed, although they were permitted to observe a part of it being carried out on another agency recruit – a girl.

In passing, they were told, “Our tutor’s daughter, Maybelle, a real find. A throat her parents helped mightily to prepare.”

* * *

Laid out for presentation were a number of anal inserts. Their coach spoke, “These are beginner dildos, butt plugs, and lubricants. Let’s start with the basics of anal readiness. Poke your posteriors my way, boys. That’s it. I’ll work in the tips of these baby dildos first.”

“Ooh,” both reacted.

“Fine, they’re in all four inches. Now reach back, find the loop to your friend’s, and begin to move it little by little, helping each other to discover – well, you’ll see.”

Sphincter sensitivity soon was aroused. With it came the attention of genitals, which rose sportingly.

“Oh, wow.”

“Good, you may let me withdraw them from you. Next, I’ll insert these silver-looking, fat, bullet-like items with strings hanging down? They bring rears to life.”

Both bolted up to stand erect, then on tiptoes, within moments of the vibrators’ scintillation of anuses and rectums. “Instant mood-makers,” it was quipped.

Tim and Solly clutched each other, quivering so unexpectedly they did something that astonished themselves, they locked mouths in passion. Tongues tangoed. One’s cock caressed the other’s. As one, they came.

Immature coagulate jammed through urethras with stinging effect.

Orgasm abating, newly spurred hearts pounded less. Breaths recovered. Solly sank to the floor, his ass twitching with aftershocks. Tim collapsed, too, spasming similarly and biting his tongue so that the four-letter words in his mind would not erupt to bring more punishment.

“Lovely reaction. Incipient adolescence. I’ll reclaim the bullets, if you please. Wait a second. Let me treat you to anal beads – so accommodating. They snake right the way in. There. That’s all the way. Take these pillows for your heads and watch the video on the screen.”

What appeared was a boy their size being leisurely stripped of his clothes by a burly, bearded man in front of a cabin’s log-burning fireplace. Giggling girlishly, playing shy while being nuzzled over his exposed front, being turned over and told he needed to be toasty on both sides, the boy was lightly spanked, drooled on, fingered singly and doubly, and then, with a growl, fucked face-down on the rag-weave rug.

“So beeg,’ he crooned in his foreign accent.

His assailant’s accent was similarly colorful – from somewhere in the lower Americas perhaps – and filled with “Tha’s some fine nookie,” “Gonna make a baby,” “Push back, puta,” “Gimme yo’ poosie,” and “I’m a-cummin,’ honey, jess por chew.”

Bug-eyed at the violence and more so at the battering, the boys clenched teeth and sphincters. They were going to exclaim their horror when coach’s cautionary hand stopped them. “Now watch the outtake and note the actors’ comments.”

A button’s push later, the boy, all smiles, was hugging the man enthusiastically and patting his big, wet dick as an off-set voice said, “Great. You both knew what to do, so were great. Terrific scene. No need to reshoot any of it. We cut back and forth between our cameras. This will sell well among the download crowd.”

“They’re actors?” Tim was incredulous, not for the first time among recent events.

“Good ones. Say, how do you like your beads?”

Solly had been too rapt to think about his. Tim said, “They’re okay.”

“And when I slide them back and forth?”

“Whoo!”

“Can I keep mine?”

“Sure, for your oral training. Ready?”

Tim interjected, “Can we have something to eat? I’m hungry, at least for a snack.”

“Well actually, oral training begins with small bananas called Lady Fingers and progresses to big ones called Giant Cavendishes. At each stage, you get to eat your banana.”

A game was made of the boys holding by suction only a half-peeled lady finger in their mouths “to train your lips for perfect circling – with the peel preventing any accidental swallowing.”

Longer bananas peeled halfway touched backs of throats but, thanks to innate talent and coachly encouragement, were dealt with over several sessions. “Now, here’s the moment of truth,” they were told. “I’ll hold the Giant Cavendishes for you, and you bob your O-shaped mouths along their length until your gag reflex is under control. It’s up to you.”

“I get it,” Solly beamed. “Oral sex is like this. That’s what we’re being trained for, isn’t it?”

“Smart lad,” he was congratulated.

Both graduated from bead wearing to first butt plugs. “So men can fuck us, right?” Solly guessed.

“Yes, babe. And soon, you’ll have your own six-inch dildo/vibrator/plug combo in place. Great exercise for when you’re out walking or running and doing fledgling gymnastics.”

Tim asked, “Will we get a man then?”

“Sweetheart, a man will get you. Be patient. There are leather harnesses and various tyings to get used to. Willow rods and birch switches – well, we’ll have to see the extent to which those are required.”

To blank expressions, words of distraction were directed. “Don’t worry your pretty heads, boys. Everything’s been thought through. Our goal is seven-and-a-half to eight inches of oral and anal depth and a certain amount of tolerance for non-punishment pain, pain to enhance sexual pleasure.”

“Ours or some man’s?” Tim wanted to know.

“I’m not going to say this again, so pay attention. Not just any man, your man, the one in whose world you will be a proud possession. When your mind’s in the right place, his enhanced sexual pleasure is what will matter to you.”

“Hear that, Tim? We’re going to be fucked a lot,” Solly brightened.

“And spanked and whipped and tied tight with knots and made to choke down huge dicks and get fucked until…until what?”

“Tim, think about it. It’ll be wonderful. We won’t have to make any decisions.”

“We’ll be slaves, won’t we? Is that what this conditioning is all about?”

“Boys, you are mature enough to be told, although I’ve no authorization to do so. I’m making a judgment call. Pay heed. Your sperm donors were beloved slaves of two men for whom my predecessor worked as favored trainer-coach. In a sense, you have quite a few brothers in service among men in high places.”

Slight hesitation produced, “Younger boys are being brought up to where you are today, just as older ones were before you two. That aside, I’ll tell you that, while up in years, the men demand the highest quality a person such as this agency can produce – magnificently malleable boys with years and years ahead to serve happily.”

“Hey, just a minute,” Tim said. “What happened to our sperm donors?”

“They and the private jet they were on were the victims of a stray North Korean missile. A tragedy, the only one ever in our agency’s years of operation. Did I tell you that your men will treat you to worldwide travels? That you will want for nothing? Finely controlled diets, fitted clothes and leathers, opportunities to learn that you cannot imagine, associations with differently delightful young men and boys in other forms of obedient work – such as military cadets in body-displaying gray uniforms, their rigid posture and close-order drills assured by ingenious, radio-controlled inserts; such as a troupe of dancers whose choreography does wonders for the enticing, super-sensuous movement of their nipple chains, ball weights, and plug-in puppy tails; such as a synchronized gymnastics team the routines of which have been known to cause riots among the randy and result in butt-fuck orgies the joys of which no ancients ever knew.”

Solly worried, “What are you not telling us? Are we going to be in some mass group activity, us among a nameless many?”

“No. You and Tim are to be prized – as a pair – by a very special pair of men. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get you into light bondage and skin-toning thrashings.”

* * *

Weeks of work went by in the pursuit of happy futures.

Solly and Tim were brought to understand the erotic stimulation of consciousness-raising implements used on every part of their bodies. Necessary to their success was the transference from penile excitation to anal arousal. Applications of Olbas oil internally were made with hot-to-get-fucked results until conditioning to solid spankings, suitable switchings, and light canings was declared sexually accomplished.

“Boys, I’m proud to say your day has come. Go clean yourselves completely, style your hair, don these open-in-the-back, tissue-thin kaftans and put on the golden sandals waiting for you in the bathroom. Come back to me for something new and very special.”

Golden blindfolds were held up. “These will help you towards the great love ahead.”

* * *

Resembling nothing less than beautiful boys from the Renaissance, Solly’s fluffed brown curls framed his peerless features and Tim’s sandy-colored flowing tresses set off his lissome line of jaws, neck, and chin. Would that there were a time machine, for Sodoma would have drooled to immortalize them if Leonardo or Botticelli had not managed to.

The moment had arrived for blindfolds to be fitted. Placed properly, the boys were led, unafraid and expectantly, into the establishment’s much spoken of meeting chamber where awaited the men for whom they had been prepared.

Soft sounds of approval preceded large, radiantly warm hands stroking cheeks and outlining ears. The same hands delicately ran along barely muscled arms, tested fingers for flexibility, caressed slender hips, turned both boys slowly, spread their kaftan’s openings for eyes to assess the shapeliness of what now were pristine orbs of virginal appearance, and reached embracingly to touch quiescent genitals.

A deep voice said, “Lean as greyhounds with stomachs to match.”

Another, “Matchless.”

The hands took the measure of what they held and applied pressure.

“Not so much as to injure.”

“I wouldn’t – not yet.”

Solly shivered. Tim forebore more. In silence.

“They know what to do.”

“I’m pleased.”

* * *

Shortly, blindfolds were removed. The boys blinked, then blinked again at their men. Identical twins of statuesque, quasi-Viking physique, cropped blond hair, glowing blue eyes, and genitals fit for giants. Ruggedly handsome, sun-bronzed overall, they personified the boys’ implanted ideal for masters.

They beckoned.

“Bathe our bodies with your tongues.”

Imagine the sight that greeted their eyes when the boys dropped forward to the floor, their kaftans parting as they crawled to lick the standing men’s toes. Bottoms bobbed as heads moved to flicker tongues in ankles’ direction. Sensitivity of tender areas to either side of Achilles’ tendons stirred twins’ waiting loins. Longer lingual strokes to calves and shins necessitated squatting positions. Tim and Solly’s knees strained to support the boys’ oh-so-gradual rise to hirsute, heavy-hanging balls.

One at a time. Otherwise too large for small mouths. Solly’s was the idea to suck in an egg-shaped testicle and to lavish it with saliva. His reward, a manful moan. The scent of his man’s pubic growth filled his nostrils.

“You, too,” Tim was told. “Suck my balls.”

Young heads felt the presence of lengthening cocks.  Mouths struggled with bulbs too big. What masters demand must be provided – oral service no matter how impractical. Tim’s eyes watered with his effort.

“Not good enough!”

Saliva overflowed the gaping boy’s mouth.

“Open him with your cock, brother. He’s being stubborn.”

A hand behind his head brought Tim’s small, shallow oral cavity onto the cock’s head and crammed the head inside, choking as it sought passage into a throat far too small for its dimension. Its pole-straightness. Banana curves not part of the equation.

Terror trumped training. Tim bit.

The slap he received was nothing to what he felt as he was hoisted by his hair, spun around, and burrowed into by the spit-lubed monster. His was a wailing agony of initiation to ownership’s right – fiery at first. Potent drives in and out, and initially horrible, bone-jarring impacts involuntarily stimulated rather than ruptured. Stupefyingly, stretch’s burn became itching sting; sting transmuted into radiant undulations of rectal sheath; whole being welcomed the breach and its intended prolongation.

Yelling in protest as his conquest catapulted him to immediate, pounding climax, Tiny Tim’s overwrought aggressor shuddered into somnolence. In short, he collapsed.

His beefy twin, who had been preparing to mount Solly, regarded his brother, eyes bulging with disbelief. Guttered, “What the fuck?”

Coach ventured, “Yes indeed, fucks are what my boys are trained to provide. Two a day, if you guys are up to that. Hmm…perhaps you’ll grow into it. Look at Tim. He’s smiling.”  The boy’s air of pride was distinct.

“But my brother’s never exploded like that.”

“Sir, talk all you like. I’ll listen, but do mount Solly, who’s forlorn with a something positive up his ass. That’s why he’s been furnished to you.”

Solly nodded in agreement. Spread himself in readiness, sweet head on his arms facing the wondrous man who prepared them.

Solly’s skewering – taken in full commitment to his position – prompted forehead veins to pulse and an outcry of anguish from his unchanged voice.

Solly’s twin beamed with the power of domination. He raced to the finish line of climax drawing back – hand’s to the boy’s bony shoulders – shuffling forward to guide himself better, more directly, hiding his length, retracting it into view, gloating over its slick shine, checking for any brown, taking his time for sheer pleasure. He basked in his pelvic plunder being witnessed. Lunging until Solly shook like jelly, he seemed to marvel at his own euphoria, even cried aloud, “My brother couldn’t control himself as I do.”

At that moment, two lifts of coach’s right eyebrow signaled Solly. With agitation like a small earthquake, the boy moved his braggadocious rider closer to the premature moment of sexual release – “What’s this!?” the dumdum protested – and gloried at his inside’s being glutted with cum unwillingly ripped from the man.

Solly’s was an ass of unprecedented possessiveness. That had seen to by instilling in his receptive mind the desire to own the cock of the man who would own him.

Talk about excellence achieved!

Not unconscious like his brother but satiated beyond measure, Solly’s twin plucked out his defeated, drippy penis, lolled on his back – a hand reaching to clasp Solly’s nearest – and spoke to the ceiling, “ Money well spent.”

Solly moved to snuggle – a breach of slave etiquette, hence a potentially punishable offense – when his man asked the ceiling, “Can an owner love a slave?”

“As long as his slave is never permitted to forget his place,” coach replied. “This one and the other need to be thrashed daily one way or another and fucked roundly twice, thrice if possible. You and your brother, who seems in recovery, I judge from the way he’s rousing, must do due diligence as described for a desirably balanced household.”

“Huh?” the other tried to shake off his stupor.

Tim and Solly sat up like two jack-in-the-boxes, bright-eyed and expectant. Shyly, they waved good-bye to their now former coach and crawled to the other twin, letting them know they belonged to both.

* * *

As the half-year anniversary of the boys’ placement approached, coach was summoned.

Not by Solly and Tim. Not by the twins who bought them.

By the twins’ attorney, J. Potter Burlington-Smyth, Esq.

Although it was apparent, coach was told, that they had fucked themselves to death, each man’s death certificate listed “stoppage of the heart” as cause. Not to be bruited about was that they had expired within hours of each other. Their “very personal” physician opined that in a sense his patients had committed suicide; in another, that the boys’ demands upon them were the cause. However, as Mr. Burlington-Smyth wished to inform me, all properties in the estate, real and otherwise, were left to me in a sweeping bequest simple to probate.

Those few months passed nicely, Solly and Tim comfortable with services coach-now-owner contracted with a host of men from the nearest, most productive gym in town. Maintenance fucks, you know. Three, sometimes four a day, depending on availability. Effective spankings.

Time spent with their master was cherished more for psychological connection than for the man’s personal parts’ size. But yes, they were kept happy enough while he worked on-line via sites on the Dark Web.

“My darlings,” he called to them, “we will embark tomorrow for an around-the-world adventure. See on the map. Our first destination is a private oasis in Morocco where you will experience selected men from the French Foreign Legion and a royal of spectacular endowment. From there to Egypt where we will be paid guests at a desert resort beyond the reach of all but a few choice members of an international brotherhood of butt-plunderers. After sojourning in a small Middle Eastern country I’ll not name but which is presided over by a slave-owning sheik, we will be on to a spot in the Indian Himalayas known only to boy lovers of immense wealth and exacting conoisseurship. From India to Japan. There you will receive exacting instruction in Zen sex – which is otherworldly in a sense and involves bamboo. A further destination lies thereafter in the highlands of beautiful New Zealand where a muscular tribe of Haka practitioners will tackle your challenging charms, and finally for rest and recuperation as may be needed on a remote island in The Philippines belonging to a South Pacific group of extraordinary investors who will test your natural and acquired skills fully. When done, we will return here – and await bids for your further services.”

Excitedly, they hugged each other then took their master to bed.

Their appreciation began as Solly placed their favorite, most flexible rattan cane nearby and continued with the unspeakable luxury of their tongues bathing their master’s every inch. They liked the part that curved like a Giant Cavendish.

The night was yet young.

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My Dad had been on several Safaris. He seemed to really enjoy them. So he invited me along in the break between High School and College.  

Let me introduce myself: My name is Aiden. I come from Northern European ancestry, Celtic.  So I am blonde with green eyes. I am 5′ 11′, 160 lb and quite athletic. I work out regularly and have a well developed musculature. I run. I do weights and I have pretty good stamina. Perhaps that is why Dad thought that I could deal with being on Safari. I thought it would be a great adventure. Dad took special time to teach me how to handle a rifle. I learned safety and practiced until I was a pretty good shot. I think that he did that for my protection and to help protect the group once we were out on the Savana.

He got all the stuff. Khaki shorts and shirt, hiking boots, and a Safari hat. With a mop of curly blonde hair, I did not think I needed a hat until Dad explained how hot is expected to get.

Dad had it all arranged. We hopped on a flight. That was the dullest part. When we arrived, there were several jeeps and a crowd of local guy ready to escort and guide us. We were off in no time.

We drove out into the grass lands to an area where there were a few trees for shelter from the sun and a good view of the surrounding land on three sides. The forth side connected with a jungle area. It looked rather uninviting. I had my camera and my rifle. We headed off from the main camp to see what wildlife we could find. Sure enough, from the far side of our cops of trees there was a small herd of some sort of deer or antelope.  

I strayed away from the group while concentrating on the angle of the light to try to get a good picture. I wanted to show the guys back home that I had actually been there. I heard a slight woosh. It was a little more than the wind. And I felt a sharp pain in my butt.  Was it an insect or a stick flexing or hopefully not a snake of some type. I looked around to see a dart from a blow pipe stuck in my butt. That was just before I passed out.

*  *  *  *

When I regained consciousness, I was in considerable pain. My wrists were tied together and my and my ankles were tied together too. A long pole had been put in between my arms and my legs and I was being carried by two large natives. My head flopped back and I noticed that the guy in front was not wearing much. All I saw was the string around his waist connected to another string that disappeared into his butt crack.  I lifted my head to look to the guy in back. He appeared to be dressed similar with a small piece of animal skin making a pouch for his crotch. That is when I noticed that I had been stripped totally naked. I felt totally helpless and exposed.  

We travelled for some miles like this.  There were several other natives with us. Finally we got to a village. There were more people and they all seem to come out to see me.  They seemed to be pointing and discussing what to do with me. I heard “a lot of money”. That seemed to make people happy.  I heard “cage” but someone shook their head. I heard “stakes” 

The pole was lower to the ground and removed from between my arms and legs. There were several guys around me when they cut my ankles free. I thought about running but I was not yet allowed to get up. I tried to kick free but they attacked a new piece of rope to each ankle and handed each to a different guy. They did the same with my wrists. Then they allowed me to stand up. These four strong looking guys obviously had full control of me with the four ropes.

I was invited to walk slowly and directed to an open space in the middle of the village. I was signaled to get down on the ground. that is when I noticed four stakes marking a large square on the ground. I guessed what they were about to do but I could not see any way out of it. I laid in the dirt, face up. The ropes from my wrists were secured to two of the stakes. I was pulled in the direction of my feet until the two rope were coming tight on my arms. Then my legs were spread and my ankle ropes secured to the other two stakes.

Now what?  I thought that Dad would eventually try to find me but what would happen before then?  I was afraid, exposed, and helpless and I knew it.  I could do nothing.

It started to get cooler as the sun was going down.  I hoped that they would at least throw a blanket over me.  But no.  Instead these two young females showed up.  They were naked.  One laid down on each side of me.  They had nice young breasts which they proceeded to rub on my chest.  It was nice but I was not really up for it, literally.  They tried sticking their nipple in my mouth.  Then they were playing with my cock.  I appreciated the warmth but I was not getting aroused.  They looked at each other, shook their heads and got up to leave.

Almost immediately, these two young macular guys showed up.  First they removed their strings and little pouches covering their cocks and balls.  Wow I had not seem cocks that big.  How could they keep that in those little pouches?  And they were limp.  They came closer, I was guessing what they were about to do and said a few No’s.  Which had absolutely no effect on them.  I wiggled around a bit but realized that I was going to have no say in this.  They were stroking their cocks.  They pulled my cock a bit.  I would not have described it as stroking.  Unlike they women, they did not need me to be hard for what they were going to do. I knew this was going to be rough and I was afraid.  

One pushed his cock towards my mouth.  I shook my head.  He nodded his head up and down.  He held me by the nose.  My head could not shake “No” anymore.  And I could not breath through my nose.  When I opened my mouth to breath, he pushed his finger in and pulled my jaw down until he could get his cock in.  It was big.  I did not want to do this.  I put my teeth on his cock.  I hoped this might deter him.  Instead, he slapped the side of my head really hard.  He tried again and I let him feel my teeth again.  This time he slapped me even harder.  So I let him do what he wanted.  He just sort of bobbed around a bit.  I kept my teeth out of the way by opening my mouth more.  He seemed to delight in rubbing his cock on my tongue.  But I could feel that he was getting even larger yet.  

The two of them chatted a bit in their own language.  I had no idea what was next.  Then they untied one of my ankle ropes from the stake.  One guy lifted my ass off the ground by pulling on my free leg.  When he set me back down, I was on my hip even though my shoulders were still flat to the ground.  The guy who had just been in my mouth, kneeled down by my now exposed ass.  At that point I realized that he was going to enter me whether I liked it or not.  

They chatted again.  And he fingered my annus a bit.  They chatted again.  I think they were saying that I would be tight.  Maybe they had figured out that I was a virgin.  I don’t know.  But at least I was getting fingered with a finger wetted from his mouth.  Then his large cock was being pressed against my hole.  I knew that I could not resist.  I tried to relax so that it would hurt less.  But I did not really have time.  He was pressing his cock head into me.  I screamed.  The pain was too much.  the head of his dick was now just past the worst part and I felt my annus closing a little around his shaft.  But his shaft was still too big for me.  I was being stretched.  It was still hurting.  I actually wondered if he had taken into me some of the dirt that was on my ass from me laying in the dirt.

He pressed more.  He was going deeper into me.  Eventually I could feel his curly black hairs tickling my ass cheeks.  Then he pulled out some but not all the way followed by thrusting back in.  He was now working out, in, out, in.  And he was speeding up.  I had difficulty breathing.  It felt like my innards were being reorganized.  If the uncomfortable feeling had been a little higher, I think I would have thrown up. The pain was starting to subside, but the terror was still present.

He continued with some variation in speed but just as deep.  Then I felt him explode inside me.  Wow.  His warm juice actually felt nicer in me than any of his other doings.  He fired a bit more on each of the next few thrusts. Then he thrusted a few more times and pulled out. 

He stood and grabbed my leg where the other guy had been holding it up.  The other guy took over the position at my ass.  There was no hesitation.  He rammed all the way into me.  I squealed again.  It was a little easier this time. I think that was because of the natural lube that the first guy had deposited in my ass.  But I was still feeling stretched.  He pistoned in and out for a while before pumping his load into me.  

He pulled out.  They retied my free ankle to the stake again and left. 

I could feel warm stuff leaking out of my hole.  I hoped it was just cum and not blood.  But I was in no position to know.  It just leaked out onto the ground.  My ass was sitting in this muddy puddle.  The experience had warmed me up.  But it was getting colder now.  I hoped that I would not start shivering.  I wondered how that would be with me staked out like this.  I guess the rest of the village was sleeping.  I eventually slept too.

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I was hot. Hot as fuck. My skin was covered in sweat and every breath was difficult. Mid-nineties and humidity out the ass, all made worse for I was in a small clearing beneath the hot mid-day sun. And I was horny as hell.

Bent at the waist, hands on knees, I was gasping for breath, feeling the heat of my body. A heat, almost like a fever. My shirt lay over the handlebars of my bike, my shorts and briefs around my ankles and Sean Dalton is licking my ass. Just slobbering all up and down it, his tongue seems to be everywhere all at once. Licking the back of my nuts, along the perineum, over the tight rosebud of my opening, then all the fucking way up to my lower back. At one point he even took my hanging nuts into his mouth and pulled them back until I shuddered with the pleasure/pain of it. I held my head down and watched my own cock flex and grow harder. Jesus, I thought I would stroke out. My heart felt like it was going to bust out of my chest. And that goddamn tongue just kept working up my sweaty ass, circling my tight little rosebud, then down again.

“Fuck,” I uttered as I felt Sean’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Then it felt like Sean was trying to shove his face up my ass. He just buried it into my sweaty ass and licked and licked…and licked.

I tightened my hold of both knees, held my head down watching my cock flex up and down, wondering how anyone could take such attention. Sean Dalton’s tongue working them over would be too much. A slurping sucking noise and I nearly pitched over. His hands hold my waist as tongue works my rosebud loose. The tongue circles it, works around it until I don’t know if I’m wet from sweat or from him drooling in my ass.  I knew I would soon be asking for more.

But here’s the thing. Sean is not the first at this eighteen-year old’s ass. No, that honor falls to Chad Stewart, or Zeus as his friends jokingly called him.

 

There were three days left in the school year and then graduation. I was finally graduating. I was eighteen by four days and once a diploma was in my hand, I was going to be a man. Or that is what I kept telling myself as I showered alone in the gang shower after waiting out the other guys, fucking around in the gym as long as I could get away with hit, then fucking around in the locker room while the other guys showered and got dressed. You see, I wasn’t ashamed of my body, worried I didn’t measure up, for I had seen the others plenty to know I fit right in with them. I was five foot nine, one hundred and forty pounds of lean teenager, like most of the others. The few jocks didn’t throw out the balance. The problem was a lack of trust in myself. I knew if I showered with the other guys, I could spring a hard-on. Just thinking of the other guys would give me one. How often I had to adjust cock in a class, or riding the bus home, or sitting in the bleachers with my friends watching some jock strut down a court or field.  The showers off the dressing room was a whole different level of horror, of the possibility of outing my ass in this smalltown school, where life could be more than unfair. It could be downright cruel.

I thought I had the showers alone, knowing it was the end of the day, sixth period and no more guys to show up. I shampooed my hair then soaped up my body. I turned my back to the wall and stepped back until the shower cascaded over my shoulders, then held my head back and worked my fingers through my hair to remove all the shampoo. I heard movement, sensed I was no longer alone. I quickly rinsed my face and rubbed the water from my eyes so I could open them. I nearly gasped for standing across the room in the doorway was Chad Stewart. Zeus. The biggest jock at the high school. I suddenly remembered the coach calling him to his office, no doubt to shoot the shit over Chad’s scholarship to play baseball at Auburn. I’d forgotten, and now I stood facing him, the two of us naked. I turned to the wall and held my head under the spray as nonchalantly as I could manage. I heard him chuckle. Then I heard the shower right the fuck next to me come on and glanced over to see that six-foot-three-inch god of sports moving under it.

“Hey, why are you always last?” he asked.

“What?”

“You heard me. Why do you fuck around to always be last.”

“I’m shy,” I lied through my teeth. Better to say you’re an introverted shy boy than you’re gay and afraid of springing a hard-on over how hot you think all the boys are. The former gets a bit of teasing, the latter an ass whooping.

“Fuck; why does coach make us play when there are only three days left. Why can’t we goof off then just leave for the day.”

Good question. “To get some last-minute torturing in while he is able?” I joked.

“No doubt.”

I grow brave and look over at Zeus…I mean Chad. The muscular body, pecs and abs like you see in magazines and the fucker is only eighteen. Goddamn, life is not fair. He runs his hands through his long blonde hair, and I see the biceps bulge and the dark blonde underarm hair. I look at the nipples, the size of nickels and getting hard. I look down at his cock. It hangs heavy over the loose sac. As I daringly look, Zeus soaps it up, runs his hand over it far longer than necessary, and I see the cock thicken, start to elongate. The head begins to peep out of the loose skin.

Fuck, the bastard is getting aroused. I glance down and see my cock angling outward, the head flaring wider and wider. A ‘me too’ moment that had me thinking I had to turn away from him. I see a bar of soap land on the floor.

“Oops,” Zeus uttered, and I hear the humorous tone.

Seriously, dropped soap in the shower? By Zeus?

I see him bend over to pick it up, and as his fingers close around the bar, he looks up at me.

“You too,” he uttered with a wicked grin.

“What?” I stammered in a dumb ass reply, as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. It was hovering in the bastard’s face, all seven inches of it.

“Yeah, okay, but Cody, you do have a nice round ass. I bet it is nicer than Lisa Marie’s.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I reply turning to get my cock out of his face. He must have thought I was putting my ass in his face instead, for a hand came down on it, rubbing around its curvature. I gasped and nearly shot forward into the wall. He laughed, then stood next to me.

“Have you ever messed around with another guy? You know, just to see what it’s like?”

I was stunned. Zeus wanted to know if I fucked around with a guy before. Was he fucking teasing me? Was he trying to out me or something. I just turned to look at him to see if he was serious or about to laugh at his own lame joke.

He looked serious, and nothing showed how serious more than him stroking his cock. It was hard. It was thick and long, and the skin was pulled back revealing a wide red head.

“Are you serious?” I stammered. I wanted to say what the fuck, or stop, or are you queer or something. Yeah, that last one would have been the ultimate in hypocrisy.

“You are as hard as I am, and what made you that way, I don’t give a shit. But what I want to know is whether, or not you want to do something about it, or should I just jerk off?”

I stood staring, up into his eyes, then down at that impressive piece he was slowly stroking. I wanted to say yes; yes, I wanted to fuck around with him, but the words just would not come. He must have sensed my intimidation for he moved closer until pressed against my side. One hand rubbed my back and down over my ass. The other moved down my chest, over my stomach, until his fingers were wrapping around my cock.

“You got a nice cock,” he whispered, as he began to jack it.

I exhaled like it was my last breath as his hand moved on my cock. I was so hard, so rock hard I knew I wouldn’t last. I didn’t notice how the other hand was working fingers down between my cheeks until he was touching my tight little opening.

Then I was facing the wall, bracing myself with my hands. The two showers continued to run, steaming up the room, making it feel hot, and behind me, Zeus was squatting down. Hands spread my ass cheeks, then a wet slick tongue licked upward followed by the scruffy chin. I couldn’t help it. I moaned, whorishly, and I heard him chuckle, then bury his face in my ass again.

I pressed hard against that tiled wall, knuckles white, as my heart pounded away in my chest. But all I could focus on was that tongue licking away at my ass. Upward, over and over, until I shuddered every time it raked over my tight little opening. Or it was tight, before Zeus worked his tongue into it. He pulled on my legs, and I stepped back, body angled outward. He pushed my legs apart and I never felt so naked in my life. Cock hung heavily between my thighs, my ass spread wide with his tongue licking and probing at my opening.

A hand moved around my waist, and fingers circled my tightening sac. The bastard tugged downward, hard, forcing the nuts into the bottom of it. I shivered and jerked, wondering how much I could take. Then he was stroking my cock while continuing to tongue my ass. I rocked on my feet, pushing cock through his fist and my ass against his face. I moaned and grunted and let slip what I was thinking.

“Do it. Lick me. Lick me, ya bastard,” I uttered as I felt my body tighten with my growing arousal.

That tongue left my ass, and I looked over my shoulder in time to see Zeus stand, then smack my left ass cheek. It burned and I shuddered. And I felt my cock flex. I looked down and saw it drool, a long strand hanging down almost to the floor. I saw his feet move up close and kick my feet apart some more.

“Let’s see if you’re ready,” he uttered.

I held my head down, knowing what he intended to do. I wanted it, no matter how much it was going to hurt. I felt him rub his cock across my ass, then up and down the spit slick crevice. He rubbed it over my rosebud until I was pushing back, and I heard him chuckle again.

“Yeah, you’re ready,” he uttered, as he put that cock to my opening and pushed.

I thought I would pass out. The pain of the stretch seemed to run straight up my spine. I couldn’t imagine it, my hole stretching enough to take his cock, but suddenly the head slipped into me, then a few inches of the shaft. He held still as I slowed by breathing and waited to feel my tightness loosen to his penetration.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he uttered.

Not anymore, I thought as I found myself pushing back on his cock.

He laughed, took a hold of my waist, and began to fuck. He pushed into my depths, depths that seemed impossible, then he tugged outward until I felt empty. Over and over, he worked his cock into my hole until I loosened to it.

“Fuck…fuck…” I uttered breathlessly.

“Yeah, fuck. Fuck,” he mimicked me as his pace increased. He worked his hips until he was in a steady rhythm. Cock bore into my depths and tugged outward so fast I began to lose the sense of its direction. All I knew it was moving inside me, through me, tugging at my opening, banging my insides until I saw stars. I didn’t think it could get more aroused. Then I felt him take my cock again and stroked it with the same urgency.

“Jesus, Chad, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

He didn’t laugh this time. He huffed and grunted. He manhandled my cock, smacked up against my ass, then bit down on my shoulder. He shoved into my depths, pushing me against the wall, and ground his hips against my ass. Then he bellowed like a bull, as he jerked and shuddered, filling my ass with his load.

When he pulled out and stepped back, I took my own cock in hand and turned to face him. I wanted him to see me. To watch me jerk off. I leaned back against the wall and stroked my cock. I stared at him, watching his eyes look up and down my body, then focus on my cock. I saw the stare as my hand moved along my slick cock. Then he moved to me, knocked my hand away and squatted in front of me. I looked down in shock, then in satisfaction, knowing even Zeus would suck cock when aroused enough.

“Suck it,” I uttered as he held my cock at the base and looked at the drooling head. “Go on, suck it.”

He stuck out his tongue and I watched him drag it over the head of my cock. It sent shivers down my spine. He looked up and smiled.

“Not bad,” he whispered, then sank his mouth over the head and took over half of my cock.

I wish I could say I lasted a long time, made that jock suck my cock until his jaw ached. But the truth of the matter is I was too aroused, on the verge of coming a few times during our fuck, and when he sank his mouth down on my cock, it took only a few seconds of him working lips along it for me to blow. I shuddered, and shoved forward choking the bastard, painted his tonsils with cum, then filled his mouth until he was swallowing around my spurting cock.

I had to push him off, for he just kept nursing it as if one more drop might leak out. I had never come so hard or so completely. I was spent. And suddenly aware of still being in a very public shower on school grounds.

“I’ve got to go,” as I rushed past the big guy, hearing him laugh behind me as I left the room.

 

Those last two days of class were weird. Sense 8 or Black Mirror fucked up weird. Ole Chad came to school the next day and acted as before our little romp in the showers. He practically ignored me, as he had been doing for four years, ever since it became obvious, I would be no jock.

But at the end of the day, sixth period P.E., I found the bastard coming into the shower room late, later than I, and he sucked my cock, ate out my ass, then fucked me until I came again. And the last day, the day when we did nothing but talk about our futures, our dreams, and how we finally made it to the end of our public schooling, in P.E. the coach had told us to clean out our lockers, and those who drove to school could leave. I didn’t have a car or truck, so I assumed I’d be hanging around for the bus. When I headed back to the main building, gym clothes stuffed into my backpack, Chad fell in beside me, slowing to my stride.

“You need a ride?” he had asked.

“You offering?” My reply had been sarcastic.

I got into his Jeep and let him drive us to the old cotton gin mill down Mystic Springs Road. The lot was grown up, the buildings fallen in. It had not been operational for a hundred years and the family that owned the land had not lived in the area for decades, just letting nature take it back.

Chad followed the fire lane around the site until we were in a stand of pine and out of sight. I sucked his cock. He sucked mine, then ate me out. Then he lay me in the back of the Jeep, ass right at the edge of the door, and fucked me.

Then summer arrived, freedom before the next phase of our lives, and Chad Stewart, the jock, the man with a scholarship, was gone. He had summer practice and a need for an early start.

For the next two weeks, I rode my bike, hung out with friends at each other’s home playing video games, watching television, or just listening to music. And I thought about Chad and losing my virginity to the jock. It seemed off, like there should have been more. But I found myself being bolder, looking at other guys more openly. Travis at the tire store who was two years older. Ricky at the grocery store checking out the customers as I checked him out. Bill who worked at the bank as a teller who was mid-twenties but looked a hell of a lot younger. Wyatt who lived down the street, a year younger, jailbait I now called him when I saw him mowing grass or riding his bike without a shirt on. Jason from mom’s church who lived over in Opp. A shy introverted boy who was my age and a graduate of some private academy, probably religious. I went with mom to church one Sunday, and I swear he followed me into the bathroom to check me out. I had imaged him pushed into a stall and sucking my cock.

It would be none of them that became my summer fling. It would be someone unexpected, someone who had been in my class in school that I’d never imagined capable. But then Chad had been a devilish surprise, so I should not have been surprised this time.

 

It was a Thursday morning, and I found myself on my bike just cruising around town. I swung through the fast-food joint out on 31 for a biscuit, then just rode around, cutting through neighborhoods, and even down Main Street of the two blocks of businesses. It was getting near noon when I pulled into a convenience store for water. The day had turned hot, hotter than predicted, and the humidity made it feel worse. I was soaked to the bone with sweat. I wiped my face and slugged back one of the bottles of water. I was about to climb back on my bike when Sean Dalton coasted up on his bike.

“Hey,” he said as he climbed off his bike.

“Hey,” I replied, not sure what to say to him. He had shown up at our school in the tenth grade, having moved from the north end of the state. He played baseball and football but calling him a jock didn’t seem to fit. He wasn’t like Chad, all bulked up from weightlifting, instead he was tall and lean. And he wasn’t one full of himself, always bragging about the pussy he got. He was the quiet one, the one that was on the periphery, never the center of attention.

And I knew very little about him. I didn’t know what his parents did in town, if he had any siblings, or what his personal interests were.

“You’ve been riding a while,” Sean said as he laid his bike down.

“Not too long; it’s just so hot.”

“I’m getting extra water because it is worse than I expected.”

“I did the same,” holding up the three bottles I intended for my backpack.

He went into the store as I tossed my empty bottle, got my backpack arranged with the other three down in the bottom, then sat on the edge of the sidewalk, legs outstretched, just catching my breath as I contemplated where I would ride next.

Sean came out and surprised me by sitting next to me.

“Where are you riding to next?” he asked.

“I don’t know…around?”

“I was going to ride to the park.”

I knew he didn’t mean the one in town, the small park to the east with a playground, a Little League diamond, and a scattering of small pavilions with picnic tables. He meant the nearby state park, over two thousand acres around a man-made lake and miles of bike trails. It was almost an eight-mile bike ride to get there.

“It’ll be busy.”

“The picnic areas and around the lake, but not the bike trails.”

“I’ve not ridden them.”

“Really? Why not?”

“None of my friends cared about going out there, so I’ve not been.”

“You want to go now. I hate riding alone and probably shouldn’t do so on the trails.”

I looked around to see if he was serious. Yeah, he was serious, as I looked into his green eyes. I finally noticed he had cut his hair short and the red in it really shined in the bright sunlight.

“Sure, I’ll ride with you.”

 

Eight miles along county roads, dodging pulpwood trucks and pickups, we got to the park and didn’t stop, cutting through the picnic area until on the first trail. I followed Sean, since he knew them, and it would allow me to watch him. The long lean torso, the biceps bulging with him pulling on the handlebars, and those long legs, calves flexing with his exertions. When not fighting for control, when the trail leveled out giving us a break, I fantasied about ole Sean. Of me naked before him, of him doing as Chad had done, then me down on all fours like an animal, taking his fuck. I played out the different scenarios, imagined how it would feel, what a fuck from Sean would be like, growing erect as I did.

We rode hard for nearly thirty minutes, and when Sean finally stopped it was as far back into the park as we could get. A small clearing in the trees where a short connection cut through, lobing off a large loop along the back of the property. We didn’t say anything at first, for we were gasping for breath and desperate for water. We emptied one of our bottles, pouring the last bit over our heads.

“Fuck, it’s hot,” Sean uttered as he put the empty bottle into his pack.

“Yes,” I stammered, still breathless.

“I’ve got to cool down some,” said Sean as he tugged at his jersey until it was over his head. He stuffed it into his pack.

I tried not to do it, but I stared at that bare torso. The definition of his body shocked me, for I had assumed he was skinny like most boys his build, but beneath the clothes there was a body like a swimmer or a track athlete. And the trail of hair down the stomach and thick underarm hair added to his masculinity.

“That T-shirt is going to cook you in this heat. You should take it off,” said Sean.

“It is trapping heat,” I mumbled in reply. I tug it over my head and notice Sean is watching me. I ring out the sweat and draped it over the handlebars. Despite the sun’s heat on my skin, a slight breeze provides some relief.

“Riding makes you horny too?”

I looked up at Sean, shocked at the question. Then I saw it, his cock visibly pressing against the front of his shorts. I look down and see mine is just as prominent, but it isn’t from riding or the heat, its from daydreaming about fucking around.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Sean chuckled, then looked around like he wanted to make sure no one was around.

“Chad said we should hang out.”

“What?”

“Chad told me the two of us might have similar interests.”

“What did he tell you?”

“Just that,” Sean replied as he openly adjusted his cock. “Was he wrong?”

“Are you…I mean…do you think I’m…”

I was stammering like a goddamn fool. Grow a pair, I told myself, then looked him in the eye.

“Yes, I’m gay,” Sean replied before I could say anything. “I think you are too,” he added.

“Yes.”

“How did Chad find out?”

“He…well…we found ourselves alone in the shower room.”

Sean laughed.

“Seriously? You got Chad to do something? And at school in the shower room? Holy shit.”

“I was shocked too.”

“I bet. God, and with that cock, I mean…damn. So, you are willing but…do you find me attractive?”

I stood in shock. Did Sean Dalton just ask me if I thought he was attractive. Do you see this hard-on? It’s for you, you dumb jock.

“Of course, but…do you find me attractive?”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling at me.

 

I was still hot. Hot as fuck. My skin was covered in sweat and every breath was difficult. Mid-nineties and humidity out the ass, all made worse, for Sean Dalton and I were in the small clearing beneath the hot mid-day sun. And I was horny as hell.

Bent at the waist, hands on knees, I was gasping for breath, feeling the heat of my body. A heat, almost like a fever. My shirt lay over the handlebars of my bike, my shorts and briefs around my ankles and Sean Dalton is licking my ass. Just slobbering all up and down it, his tongue seemed to be everywhere all at once. Licking the back of my nuts, along the perineum, over the tight rosebud of my opening, then all the fucking way up to my lower back. At one point he even took my hanging nuts into his mouth and pulled them back until I shuddered with the pleasure/pain of it. I held my head down and watched my own cock flex and grow harder. Jesus, I thought I would stroke out. My heart felt like it was going to bust out of my chest. And that goddamn tongue just kept working up my sweaty ass, circling my tight little rosebud, then down again.

“Fuck,” I uttered as I felt Sean’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Then it felt like Sean was trying to shove his face up my ass. He just buried it into my sweaty ass and licked and licked…and licked.

I tightened my hold of both knees, held my head down watching my cock flex up and down, wondering how anyone could take such attention. Sean Dalton’s tongue working them over would be too much. A slurping sucking noise and I nearly pitched over. His hands hold my waist as tongue works my rosebud loose. The tongue circles it, works around it until I don’t know if I’m wet from sweat or from him drooling in my ass.  I knew I would soon be asking for more.

I see him undo his shorts, work to get his own cock out, then stroke it as he kept his face buried in my ass. I look at the arrow shaped head and the long shaft that looks thin at first, for I’m comparing it to Chad’s, but when I see how the fingers fit around it, I know it is just as impressive. And I know I’ll feel every fucking inch when he finally puts it in me.

He stands and the shorts and boxers fall around his ankles. I stay bent over, submissive, ready. A hand smacks my ass, hard, the sound of it far too loud. Then I feel it, his cock, rubbing up and down my wet ass. I moan and push back.

“You really want it,” Sean utters.

“Yes,” I reply.

The cock centers on my opening. Then there is a push, then another, and I stretch open to take him. He pushes into me, inch after inch. I believe I have most of it for how deep he feels inside me. Then he pushes deeper, impossibly deep, until I feel him tight to my ass.

“Damn…you got all of me,” he whispers.

Hands hold my waist, helping me to keep my balance, and Sean begins to fuck. He tugs out then pushes in, over and over, slowly at first. I feel every inch push and tug at my opening until I loosen to it. He increases his pace, falls into a steady rhythm that continues to increase until he is hammering my insides and smacking against my ass. The sound echoes in the woods around us. This steady rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. His fingers dig into my sides tightening their grip, and Sean fucks harder, a brutal pace, and my own cock flops heavily between my thighs. It is drooling and flexing with my arousal, and I have to take it in hand.

I’m jacking off and getting fucked. Sweat runs into my face and how it covers my body makes me feel like I’m in an oven. I hold my knees and take every thrust. His fingers dig into my sides as he hammers my ass.

“Fuck…don’t stop,” I utter.

A hand on my shoulder and Sean is pulling me to stand. An arm around my neck and I’m pulled back against his chest, and he hasn’t slowed, just keeps slamming cock into my depths. I keep stroking, moving my hand as fast as he fucks.

I feel the sun on my chest and the sweat trickling down it. I feel that arm tighten around my neck and his hips smack my ass harder, faster, until the sound of it echoes around us. And I feel my impending release. My toes curl and I stroke faster. Then I feel it surge through me, every muscle tightens, and I shudder within Sean’s embrace, thrust my hips forward, and come. I shudder with every ejaculation as my cock flexes in my fist and my ass spasms around Sean’s cock as he keeps going, his pace not slowed.

“Fuck; take me,” Sean bellows and I feel him slam against my ass and jerk and shudder. He’s filled my ass with his load.

Then we are standing next to each other breathing hard. We look at each other and laugh, then we playfully toy with the other’s slimy cock. We don’t lose our erections.

Sean moves in front of me and goes to his knees. He licks the cum from the head of my cock, then sucks it. I brace myself on his shoulders and try not to move as his mouth works my cock. I get so hard, so aroused, the mouth isn’t nearly enough.

“Stand up,” I exclaim, pulling him to get to his feet. I spin him around, seeing him smile as I do so. He bends willingly and I move into place. I rake my cock across his sweaty ass, then up and down the slick crevice.

“Fuck, do it. Stop teasing me,” Sean utters as I feel him push back on my cock.

I laugh, then punch through the tight ring of his opening and bury half my cock inside him. He shudders and moans and pushes back, taking more of my cock. Fuck, he wants it bad.

I hold his waist and fuck. I fuck until my abs burn with the exertion. I fuck until I’m burning up and sweat pours from my skin. I fuck until Sean is begging me to fuck harder. And I do, slamming into his ass with the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

I guide Sean to stand and hold him by the neck below the chin, pulling him back tight against my chest. The heat of flesh against flesh is almost unbearable. The way his back moves slickly against my chest. I move aggressively, thrusting into his depths as hard as I can. Then I tighten my hold of the neck, push his head back, and slam into his depths all the way. My cock swells and flexes with my release.

 

 

The ride back seems twice as long for we’re exhausted. But we laugh and tease each other playfully.

We get to the intersection where we are to part, to finish our rides to our homes.

“When can we get together again?” asked Sean.

“I’m free all summer,” I reply, and we grin foolishly at each other.

 

So, my last carefree summer, the one before college, begins with a new insight into who I am. Still a bit introverted, but now mixed with a confidence previously lacking and a desire to truly explore my sexuality. An exploration that has Sean and I taking advantage of every opportunity, including a couple of camping trips and one beach trip.

But the summer comes to an end, and Sean and I part, each going our own way, pursuing our own dreams. We promise to stay in touch, and even bring that jock bastard, Chad, into our circle of emails and posts.

I pack and shop with mom for new clothes and basic supplies: pens, notebooks, a new backpack. I plan and daydream about what it’ll be like on campus, living in a dorm with a bunch of guys. I wonder how long it’ll take to find a Chad or a Sean or maybe someone completely different.

 

Clothes are hanging in the closet and underwear, T-shirts, socks, and a few toiletries are stashed in the plastic drawers I have positioned beside the desk I have claimed. The linens for the bed sit on it ready to make it up. Across the room, the bed is made, posters on the wall over it, and the desk is covered with textbooks and a laptop. My roommate arrived two days prior and is currently out riding his bike, giving me the room to get settled in.

Oliver Jensen from Blair, Nebraska, some place north of Omaha, is about my height and average build, and after spending half the day with him, I know sizing him up was a waste of time. A nice guy, friendly, good vibes as a roommate, but sexually, nothing. Zip.

Across the hall is Sam and Theo, and next door is Thomas on one side (still waiting for his roommate to show up), and on the other, Eli (again, roommate has yet to arrive), and down the hall next to the elevator there is Noah and Henry. I’ve sized them up, gave measure to the physical, and as much as I would do any one of them, there was no sense any would be willing. But I’ve only been on campus less than a day, so who knows how things would play out. Over the coming days the dorm would fill up and the possibilities would increase, knowing one of these male specimens had to be willing.

I look at the poster for some band over Oliver’s bed and think about the poster I saw in the bookstore in town. I grab up my keys and cellphone and head out. I ease down the hall to the elevator, looking in open doors to see who is around. Button pressed to summon the pathetically slow elevator; I see it is on the ground floor. It starts moving, floor 2, floor 3, then finally arrives at my floor. The door slides open, and I need to step back, for ready to come out is a tall, lanky guy with black hair wearing a basketball jersey revealing his long arms, and cargo shorts. I can’t stop myself; I size him up, head to foot and back up to the crotch, chest, bare shoulders, then back to the face and the brown eyes staring back at me.

“Hey, are you settled in already?” he asked as he stepped out.

“Yes, for the most part,” I replied trying not stare too intently. “I just got here this morning and…”

I was starting to stammer, and he smiled.

“I’ve just got here. I’m Hunter by the way. I’m in room 412.”

“Cody and I’m in 416, so I’m just down the hall from you.”

He stepped closer, really close.

“I’ve got a few boxes to bring up. I’ll buy you dinner if you’ll help me.”

“Yeah, sure,” I reply. Who needs a fucking poster.

“Cool. Let me put this box in my room and then we can go down for more. Do you know if my roommate has shown up?”

I’m following him like a puppy dog, and he had to look back for me to realize I needed to answer him.

“No, I haven’t seen anyone in your room. Thomas in the room between us has arrived and a few others.”

I followed him into his room. It’s odd to see a room devoid of any personal effects. It looks cold with the vinyl floor and painted block walls.  Hunter sets the box on one of the beds and slow turns looking around the room.

“The quiet before the storm,” Hunter jokes. Then he turns to me. “Let’s go get the other boxes then maybe we can do something before dinner.”

I see the look, eyes that scan up and down. I see him adjust his cock, then flex biceps as if strutting for a mate. When he walks past me, our arms brush together. A light touch; bare skin against bare skin. Just the slightest touch, but I consider it the first one. One that will lead to another. I’d help him get those boxes to his room, then I’d see what Hunter was willing to do. As he goes through the door into the hall, he looks back and smiles.

I feel like prey to the hunter, and I smile as I take off to follow.

Two language versions back to back.

Cash Slut Séduction

By Cracker and Master Patrick

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Cash Slut Seduction ( By Cracker and Master Patrick)

“You’re feeling that need to get cash fucked ? You don’t have to wait to find someone to pop your fag wallet. I’ll cash fuck that cunt, boi.”

And that was how it started. Well it had begun a bit earlier. Two cash masters chatting on Skype. He was a leather master from France, I was just you thirty something American jock. We typed about how cash fagging made us feel. Me, with more than a few whiskeys in my gut, admitted I sometimes wondered what it felt like to squirt cash to a trash talking guy. He began telling me how hot I made it sound, encouraging me to fantasize about with him. Soon, I was a bit drunk and totally erect. It was then he offered to ‘play the role’ the verbally dominant master with me as his fag just for fun. Nothing exchanged, he assured me, just two alphas getting each other safely off in an innocent role play. Soon, I was lapping up his trash talk on how pathetic I was and how I must be fucking boned to get my cash pussy fucked. That line was when he went in for the kill.

“Admit it, you need me to fuck you now. Have me really breed your fag butt.”

By now I was drunk on my ass and my dick was throbbing. A part of me was barely holding on to self-control. “Hey we should stop.”

“I don’t stop when a bitch is in heat and, you are in fucking heat right now. Admit you want it. Go on, just tell me you want it.”

Fuck I realized a part of me did. “Look I think…”

“I SAID, tell me you want it cunt. Go on. My turned-on puppy. Bark and show me how bad you need fucking.”

My dick was oozing and my mind slipping. “GOD STOP’

“I said bark!”

It was then I lost it and went bets. “ARF ARF ARF”

“LOL. Oh, such a good cash fag puppy. Now go on, tell me You want it.”

ARF

“Nice but I want to read you admitting you want me to cash fuck that cash pussy. GO ON, say what you are.”

He castrated me right then… “I’M WANT TO BE YOUR CASH FAG”

“Yep, yes you DO. Now say you want me to cash fuck you.”

I WANT YOU

“Yes go o you will feel better admitting it?”

CASH FAG ME

“Right now fag? Say you want me to do you right now.”

FUCK I’M BARKING OUT LOUD HERE TOO

“Go to amazon and buy a nice buy a $XXX gift card. Then send it to me . NOW! Oh and bark as you do it.”

ARF

“What are you boi?”

YOUR CASH FAG PUP

“LOL. Yes. I can hear you panting you slut.”

FUCK ,YOU’RE GOING TO DO ME

“Yep. Go on now buy the card.”

YOU ALWAYS WERE GOING TO CASH POP MY ASS

“Yep. So easy. So willing. Real alpha masters don’t fantasize about being cash fucked boi. I knew you had it in you to beta. So out-of-control. Now no more words. Send me that code you cunt. Do it right now fag.”

CUNT FUCCC

“I said, no more words. No more barks. You’re getting fucked like the fag you are.”

An Amazon Claim Code sent.

“Good fag. As a cash master you were always a total loser but now you will be a really good fag. Bark boi. My pup barks.”

ARF

“Ha-ha. Such a good fag. So hot . Now bark and send another gift.”

ARF….FUC

“You love it when I breed fag’s cash pussy. From now on you’re just another of my cash pussies. Yeah, you’re my fag-in-heat bitch now. Got it boi.”

ARF

“LOL good boi. Go buy another card. Say the words again.”

ARF… SENT.

“LOL. Such an easy fuck. You’re such a cash pussy. Also, from now on, we’re going to communicate in French. Americans are always so arrogant to think that everybody has to speak English. Now that you’re my bitch you’ll learn to only communicate in my language got it. I want you write about this too…in your alpha’s language.”

Je comprends, Monsieur.”

“J’aime un pédé qui sait écouter.”

And so it went over the next few days in Skype chats. By the time he was finished, I was mentally bred and his totally fagged out cash pup. My future life as his good little puppy, cash pussy, and $$ draining had begun.

The End

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« Tu ressens ce besoin de devenir un cash fag ? Tu n’as plus besoin besoin d’attendre pour trouver quelqu’un pour vider ton compte de pédé. Tu vas l’avoir dans le cul, gamin.

Et c’est comme ça que ça a débuté. Pour vrai, ça avait commencé un peu plus tôt. Deux alphas discutant sur Skype. C’était un maître français fan de cuir, et un simple sportif américain d’une trentaine d’années. Nous avons discuté sur la façon dont on ressentait le fait de se donner pour de l’argent. De mon côté, avec plus que quelques whiskies dans le gosier, j’ai admis que je me demandais parfois ce que ça faisait de me dépouiller de mon argent pour un gars qui m’insulte. Il a commencé à me dire à quel point je le chauffais, m’encourageant à fantasmer avec lui. Et assez rapidement, alors que j’étais déjà bien bourré… et que je bandais complètement, il m’a proposé de “jouer le rôle” du maître dominant, avec moi comme salope, juste pour le plaisir. Rien ne change pour toi, m’a-t-il dit, on sera juste deux alphas qui s’amusent en toute sécurité dans un jeu de rôle innocent. Bientôt, je buvais littéralement ce qu’il me disait, à savoir à quel point j’étais pathétique et à quel point je devais être bien monté pour me faire baiser pour de l’argent. Il m’a achevé avec cette phrase :

« Admets-le, tu as besoin que je te dresse maintenant. Que je fasse de toi un trou du cul de salope

A présent, j’étais complètement ivre et ma bite frétillait. Une partie de moi tentait difficilement de garder le contrôle . “Hé, on devrait arrêter.”

“Je ne m’arrête pas quand une chienne est en chaleur… et tu veux te faire prendre, là, maintenant. Avoue que tu le veux. Vas-y, dis-moi juste que tu le veux.

Putain, j’ai réalisé qu’une partie de moi le voulais. « Écoute, je pense… » “J’AI DIT, dis-moi que tu le veux, connard. Vas-y. Mon petit chiot en chaleur. Aboie et montre-moi à quel point tu as besoin de te faire baiser.

Ma bite suintait et mon esprit partait. “NON, ARRETEZ”

“J’ai dit aboie !”

C’est alors que j’ai capitulé et que j’ai lâché des “OUAF OUAF OUAF”

“Excellent!!!. Oh, bon chien, bonne salope…. Maintenant, vas-y, dis-moi que tu le veux.

OUAF

“Bien mais je veux lire que tu admets que tu veux me payer pour je te baise le cul. ALLEZ, dis moi ce que tu es.

Il m’a castré tout de suite… “JE VEUX ÊTRE VOTRE CASH FAG”

« Parfait: Oui tu es mon cash fag…. Maintenant, dis moi que tu veux que je te vide ton compte .

JE LE VEUX

« Oui, vas-y tu te sentiras mieux en l’admettant…. »

FAITES DE MOI VOTRE CASH FAG

« Là maintenant, sale pédé ? Dis que tu veux que je le fasse tout de suite”

MERDE JE L’ABOIE TROP FORT !!!

“Va sur Amazon et achète une belle carte-cadeau de 1 000 $. Puis envoie la-moi. MAINTENANT! Oh et aboie pendant que tu le fais.

OUAF

« Qu’est-ce que tu es ? »

VOTRE PETIT CHIEN DE CASH FAG

“Excellent. Oui. Je t’entends haleter, salope.

OH NON PUTAIN, VOUS ALLEZ LE FAIRE

“Ouais. Allez maintenant acheter la carte.

JE SERAIS TON CASH FAG POUR TOUJOURS?

“Ouais. C’est si facile. Tu es tellement soumis. Les vrais maîtres alpha ne fantasment pas sur le fait de venir un cash fag. Je savais que tu étais au fond de toi un beta. Donc tu as perdu le contrôle de toi-même Maintenant tais-toi. Envoie-moi ce code connard. Fais-le tout de suite, sale pédé.

MON CUL! PUTAIN!!..

« J’ai dit, tais-toi. Plus d’aboiements. Tu vas te laisser te faire baiser comme la salope que tu es.

Un code de réclamation Amazon envoyé

“T’es vraiment une bonne salope. En tant que cash master, tu as toujours été un looser, mais maintenant tu vas être un très bon pédé. Aboie, petit. Mon chiot doit aboyer

OUAF

« Haha. Un si bon pédé. Tellement chaud . Maintenant, aboie et envoie un autre cadeau.

OUAF….PUTAIN!!!

“Tu adores quand je prends le contrôle de ton cul. À partir de maintenant, tu n’es qu’un autre de mes cash pussy. Ouais, tu es ma salope en chaleur maintenant. Dis le, connard.

OUAF

“LOL bon garçon. Va m’acheter une autre carte. Répète les mots.

OUAF… ENVOYÉ

“C’est trop facile. Tu es vraiment une bonne cash fag. Bon, à partir de maintenant, nous allons communiquer en français. Les Américains sont toujours si arrogants de penser que tout le monde doit parler anglais. Maintenant que tu es ma chienne, tu vas apprendre à ne communiquer que dans ma langue. Je veux que tu l’écrives aussi… dans la langue de ton alpha.

Je comprends, monsieur.”

“J’aime un pédé qui sait écouter.”

Et ça s’est passé comme ça au cours des jours suivants dans nos discussions Skype. Au moment où il a eu achevé son dressage, j’étais devenu son chiot et complètement foutu. Ma vie future en tant que bon petit chiot, cash fag et compte en banque dont il se servait à volonté avait commencé.

Fin

Master Patrick et Salope de Américaine de Maître Patrick.

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Unexpected – Chapter 5

The Penthouse

I don’t know how long I stood in front of the hotel, just staring at the revolving doors as people came in and left. I’m pretty sure the security personnel manning the entrance was already giving me strange looks. It wasn’t that I’m afraid to face my biological father, but the fact that we both knew what we did. I’m still getting hard just thinking about it. What kind of sick person feels that way?

But it felt so right. The irrational part of my brain kept screaming at me. You know you want to get fucked by him again. Just admit it and we can all move past this. “Fuck it. Let’s just do this.”

I made my way back into the King Cole Bar where I was originally meant to meet him, where I ruined his expensive shoes shortly after arriving at the scene. At least I didn’t eat today. I saw my bio dad, waiting at the booth, smiling as I approached him. “Adam.” I said curtly as I stood by the booth when I reached him. 

“Liam, please sit.” He was being so professional, it was weirding me out. I sat in front of him, smiled a bit to look like I was acting so normal and so polite but in reality, I was losing my fucking mind. I was nervous as hell because here I was sitting in front of the person who sired me and all I could think about was how delicious he looked in that tight-fitting white button down shirt inside his open suit. I was so close to creaming my pants. “Order anything you like from the menu.” Even his voice was enough to make me orgasm. 

“I’ll just have what you’re having.” I nervously smiled again. He chuckled, called the waiter and ordered for both of us, before looking back at me. 

“I think we really got off on the wrong foot.” More like you came in the wrong hole. “Let’s start from the beginning. I’m Adam Jackson Lowden and I’m your biological father.” He extended his hand and I politely shook it but I couldn’t help but blush a little because sparks flew the moment his hand connected with mine and everything we did the first night we met came rushing back to me.

“I…um…nice to meet you, sir.” Sir? What the fuck? “I’m William Ridley Cunningham. Yup, that’s my name.” I sounded so dumb. 

“I know. I was the one who asked your moms, Tanaya and Sophie, to meet you when the time came. I was there when they adopted you and gave you a name.” He said. There was both happiness and sadness in his face. “I’m really sorry for what happened to them.” We both didn’t realize that we were still holding each other’s hand but the handshake had already stopped. It was me who let go first but we both turned red for not realizing. 

“It’s ok. I—” I really didn’t know what to say. Actually, I did, but I just don’t want to offend him. “I don’t want to offend you or anything. I just want my moms’ house to stay with me. I don’t want to lose it. My lawyer said I might lose it and I don’t want to lose the last connection I have with them. We both know what we did a few days ago. Even though I liked it, I’m pretty sure it’s wrong and illegal and it’s hard to just pretend here that it didn’t happen. As awkward as it is, I had to face you.” I yammered and the smile on his face faded, but it wasn’t anger that replaced it. I’ve seen his face like this before.

“You…liked it?” His eyes were turning sinister and I couldn’t believe it was pulling me in. It was like he was about to devour me whole, right there in front of everyone. 

But, just as quick as it changed, his happy, polite and professional demeanor was suddenly back. “You know what? Let’s have lunch first, talk about each other, and you can call your lawyer and tell them it all went well. I have the papers he sent in my room and I’ll be happy to sign them for you after our Lunch. Would you like that?” 

I nodded and smiled. At least I was happy about something. I get to keep my moms’ house and maybe keep the inheritance. Although, all that faded away when he looked straight back at me and smiled. “I’m glad you’re happy.” He bit his lip and I just lost it right there. I came. Right in the middle of lunch. While looking at my biological father’s face. 

Told you you wanted to get fucked again. I can see my brain laughing at me and doing his happy dance. 

Our order arrived which broke me out of my orgasmic trance. Adam was smirking at me. I felt like he knew what had happened. I took the opportunity to distract him and myself by asking why he gave me up for adoption. 

“It wasn’t my decision at first. I wanted to take care of you. Unfortunately, when you were born, I decided that what’s best for you is to have both parents who’ll always be present. I couldn’t give you that, especially when your biological mother up and ran. She disappeared a few days after you were born. After I’ve decided to give you up for adoption, my dad gave you to two of his closest friends he knew wanted a kid. They accepted and even told me that I could present myself as the father when I’m old enough and responsible enough. Five years later, when my dad and I visited, I saw how happy they were with you and you with them. I didn’t want to disrupt your life and theirs by coming into the picture. I also didn’t want you to end up with me while I was still trying to get my life together. It would have just made you angrier at me because I would be there but I wouldn’t be present at all.” There was sadness in his eyes. I could see he really regretted not being there for me. He did believe he made the right choice and as much as I wanted to be angry at him, he was right. “So, naturally, I let you go. But, I never stopped caring and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I never stopped loving you, kid, even after everything.” 

“And now here, I am.” I gave him a little smile, reassuring him that what he did turned out for the best. I understand why he did what he did and if I’m being completely honest, I’d do the same if I was in his position.

“Tell me more about yourself. I’d like to know if my genes actually passed on to you.” We both laughed at his silly little quip. 

“Well, you already know I’m a graduate of sports science, but what I didn’t tell you is that I graduated with honors from NYU.” I started. “The gym I work at, I actually own the entire thing.” I could tell from his face that he was beaming with pride. 

“The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.” He said, smiling. “Even though I wasn’t there to guide you. I’m proud of the man you’ve become.” 

“I had great parents. I guess I’m still glad you gave me up because I wouldn’t have them if it wasn’t for you.” He had a questioning look. “Oh. My parents told me that I was adopted. Explained to me that they were hand-picked by the people who gave me up because they were friends and they knew they were the best fit for me.”

“They were his best friends, your grandfather.” He said.

“Wait, is he…” I trailed off. 

“Oh no. He’s still alive.” He laughed a little. “He actually asked me to let him meet you if things go well here.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t told him about the Prada shoes, then?” I joked. Suddenly, flashes of what transpired before that flashed before my eyes and I immediately got hard again. I’m guessing he did, too, because he blushed hard and he squirmed a little bit on his seat. 

Thankfully, our food arrived. While we are, we talked a lot about current events, where we live, and other mundane stuff that wasn’t too personal. Soon enough we were done and he insisted on paying the bill. It felt like we were on a fucking date and it was making my heart feel like it’s about to jump out of my chest.

“Uh I guess we’re done here? About the signed papers, it’s up in my suite. You want to come up or…” The question trailed off. I’m guessing he wants me to come up.

Not a good idea dumbass. You’ll end up with your legs above your head again, or maybe that’s what you want, you pervert. 

“I’ll go up with you and just grab it so I don’t have to take any more of your time.” I, myself, not believing a single word out of my mouth.

The ride up to his hotel room was the most intense elevator ride I have ever been on. It was only the two of us and he was standing right beside me. I could hear my heart beating more intensely than before. I was so nervous because I don’t trust myself around my bio dad, more so going up his room. 

Why the fuck did I just not wait for him downstairs? 

The four mirrored walls of the elevator were emphasizing my father’s handsome features. I know he looked good without anything on, but damn, he looks even better with his suit and his tie and that slacks that accentuated his bulge and his ass.

“Like what you see?” I looked up at him and he was actually looking at me through the mirror, studying my every movement. “I like what I see.” That made me blush hard.

“You’re my father.”

“Yeah and?” He smirked. “Can’t I just admire my son? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked or something.” He laughed. “I just want to revel in the fact that my son grew up with all the right genetics. He got hit just like his father.” He laughed again. I was so embarrassed but also, was getting turned on. He knew I knew he was hot and he was calling me hot right to my face. This is not father and son behavior. “Here’s my floor.”

The fact that we stopped at the penthouse meant my father was loaded. Is he the reason my parents were loaded, too? As we entered the suite and removed our shoes by the entrance, I noticed the Prada shoes I puked on along with the rest of his designer shoes. “Sorry about that one.” I just pointed at it and he laughed.

“No worries. I’m not a fan of those anyway. They make my feet hurt.” We both laughed. “Just make yourself at home. Want anything to drink?” He said as he removed his suit and tie walking towards what I presumed was the bedroom. 

“No thanks. I just…” I stopped mid-sentence because he got back out without his shirt on. I stared. My father’s perfectly sculpted body was on display again and memories of the night we hooked up flashed right before my eyes. 

“Here are the documents.” He handed me the manila envelope as I stood there gawking at his immaculate form. “Aren’t you going to take it?” I realized I was staring too long and he was already smiling devilishly at me. Fuck.

“Yeah, sorry.” I grabbed the envelope from him but as soon as I did, my fingers grazed his and a jolt of electricity ran through my body, igniting every nerve fiber that longed for his touch.

“This is so fucked up.” I heard him say before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, the envelope dropping on the carpeted floor as soon as his lips found mine. 

Fuck. Not again. Fuck. 

His soft supple lips tasted perfect and as soon as he felt me kiss back, his tongue probed entry on mine. I wrapped my arms around his head and really went for it while his arms encircled me, pulling me closer to his body. I can feel his body heat emanating even though we were in a fully airconditioned room and I was still fully clothed. 

It’s happening again. You don’t want this. It’s delicious. You are fucked in the head. I want to feel him again. You will rot in hell. I don’t care anymore. He’s not even my parent. 

My thoughts wrestled with each other as I savored my bio dad’s mouth on mine. His hands had found their way inside my pants and were cupping my ass. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted. He hoisted me up so I wrapped my legs around him. He slowly carried me to his bedroom, without breaking the kiss. 

“I…” I started to say as soon as he broke the kiss while laying me down gently on the bed. “This is…” He didn’t let me finish.

“I…” He grabbed my shirt, ripped it open and dove on the center of my chest, licking along my pectorals. “Don’t…” He smiled up at me as he proceeded to unbuckle my belt and in one fell swoop, he managed to remove my pants, my underwear and my shoes. “Fucking care…” He pushed his pants down, his fully naked gorgeous greek statuesque body on display right in front of me. “Anymore.” He added as he crawled back on top of me and kissed me with those beautiful, delicious lips again. “I’m going to make your drunken memories of the night we were together as clear as day.” He whispered as he slowly kissed his way down my body before engulfing my hard pulsating member down to the root. 

“Fuck!” I moaned and whimpered as he rolled his tongue around and on the underside of my shaft and my glans. He knew what he was doing and having him do it while I’m completely sober was mind-blowing as fuck. It doesn’t compare to any other hookups I’ve had. Not even my ex-boyfriend was this good, hell not even Mac. The vibrations of his throat muscles around my dick was also driving me insane. “I’m close!” I squealed like a bitch in heat, however, all the movements and the pleasure I was feeling came to an abrupt stop. I looked down and he was looking at me, smiling, slowly distancing himself from my dick. 

“We don’t want that. We really haven’t even started yet.” His smile disappeared but a look of pure lust appeared on his face. He licked his lips as he grazed his palm forward, up my body until two of his fingers probed my mouth open. I sucked on them, fully knowing what he intended to do because as soon as my spit slobbered all over the thick fingers in my mouth, he pulled them out and gently inserted them in my quivering hole. 

“Oh fuck!” I moaned. I felt his fingers scissoring and probing my love button and it just felt absolutely delicious. 

“I knew you’d like that. We did that a few nights ago. I had three up in you and you were whimpering in pleasure.” He said softly. “Do you remember?” He asked before suddenly jamming three fingers directly on my prostate. That jolted back a few memories. 

I remember riding him, his dick directly gliding and pressing on my button as I slid up and down him. I could feel every ridge and every vein in me, I guess because of the drinks and the party favors. Then I was on my back, my legs up on his shoulders as he pummeled my ass into oblivion. Everything that night I suddenly remember. 

“Fuck yes!!” I hissed. His fingers continued probing me. “Please, dad. Just fuck me already.” Dad? Why the fuck did I say that?

“Not yet, son.” He emphasized the word son before kneeling back down and planting his luscious lips directly over my quivering hole. 

“Shi…fuuu…nnnhhh” For the first time in history, I experienced a full bodied anal orgasm as he kissed my ass lips and probed my asshole with his tongue. The feeling was indescribable as pleasure shot up from every nerve fiber in my body while his tongue danced inside me. “That’s my boy.” He detached himself for a second to say that seductively before latching himself again and bringing me to new heights. 

“Please.” I whimpered. “I can’t take this anymore. Fuck me dad.” I moaned. “Fucking right now!” He just lifted his head up and smiled at me.

“As you wish.” He stood up and lined up his throbbing erection towards my hole. I could feel the head pulsing as it bore through me slowly, gently. It was practically painless and all I could think about was that no one has ever done me like this without the initial pain. I could feel my hole relaxing, accommodating his entire girth as he entered me, the warmth spreading all over my body, sending pleasure more than his tongue ever did. “I can’t believe you’re tighter than last time.” He smirked at me and suddenly, pushed the rest in, fast. 

“Unnnhh” was all the sound I remember making before my body shuddered in a sudden extreme pleasure force before I blacked out for a split second. When i I regained consciousness, I felt his body on top of me, his face over mine, looking at me like no one else ever did. Happiness, pride, longing, lust and love I think that summed up what his expression was before he smiled and started slowly moving his thick monster inside of me. 

“You ok?” He asked. I just nodded, speechless. Ok can’t even begin to describe how wonderful I was feeling at that moment. It was absolute perfection. That up until he kissed me, and that’s where the floodgates opened. 

I came. Hard. I could feel the warmth spreading in between us but he didn’t stop kissing me and fucking me. I could feel my ass spasming over the veins of his shaft as it speared through me while I orgasmed. The next thing I felt was him stopping his thrusts and his dick jumping inside me. There was also a warm glow that emanated from inside my ass, spreading all over my body. He was cumming, and he was cumming a lot. I could feel it fill me while also dripping down the sides of my ass. That sent me over the edge and I had another anal orgasm, this time, cum flowed like warm lava out of my dick, unlike before when he was tonguing me. I was surprised that this was feeling even better than before. He managed to keep kissing me as I spasmed underneath him.

“This is so fucked.” I managed to say out loud when he broke the kiss after we came down from our orgasmic high. He looked at me, about to say something, but before he could do so, I pulled him back in and kissed him, once again.

I felt his dick regrowing and twitching inside me for the second time that afternoon. 

The Pack Chapter 8

Second Week of School

This story begins with a paragraph of stream of consciousness from Benjy Gold. That’s the way his brain works when he hasn’t taken his drugs.

Benjy

I woke up before Daddy on Monday morning which was strange because usually he woke me up by playing with my butt and I love it when he does that because I was sleeping on his hard round belly and the hair tickled my abdomen and I started getting hard so I ran my fingers through his chest hair and breathed in the smell of his sweat which always made a tingling start in my nose and run down to my butt and my dick. My butt and dick were connected in some way so that what felt good to one felt good to the other… there was a fly buzzing around the room… I slid up so I could bury my face in Daddy’s armpit which was the second-best smelling place on Daddy’s body… the fly landed on my foot and I had to shake it off… an alarm was going off next door… of course the best smelling place on Daddy’s body was his groin where his legs met his pubic hairs Daddy had nice hair and I loved running my fingers through it especially his beard because I knew a lot of werewolves back home with beards but only a few here at college and the groin was the special place where Daddy’s smell was… the fly landed on my ear, and I had to brush it off… the smell made me feel like Daddy’s boy and Daddy had called me son again last night and I always got hard when he called me son or when he growled that’s why sometimes I do things to make him growl at me I’m not really a bad kid… sometimes I am bad like when I don’t want to eat the food Daddy gives me… I really like pizza. It’s my favorite food. The smell of Daddy’s armpit was making me feel horny and weak but I liked feeling weak in Daddy’s arms because he had nice arms not bulgy and shaped like a bodybuilder but they were just as strong as Drew or Zeno who is Drew’s boyfriend and the two of them had sex whenever they were together because I could smell it on them even when I wasn’t in my wolf form so I licked Daddy’s armpit and the slightly sour taste reminded me of lemonade like my mom used to make when I was a kid and the pack leader back home liked mom’s lemonade a lot and he had a beard even more bushy than Daddy’s so I touched Daddy’s beard and wished he was rubbing it against my belly like he did sometimes before he fucked me… I shooed the fly off Daddy’s nose before it could wake him up… My old pack leader back home used to call me son and I would bounce on his lap when he did and I could feel his cock poking into my butt and I liked it even when I was young and didn’t know what it meant then he stopped bouncing me on his lap when I got older because he said it could stir up trouble… I was stirring up trouble now because of my last grade on a math test but I knew all the answers to the questions they were easy but I didn’t finish because of the fly but it couldn’t possibly be the same fly that kept bothering me now because that was in a different building and it was last week… I could feel Daddy’s cock getting hard against my thigh and I wished it was pushing against my butt because I loved it when Daddy put his finger in my butt but not as much as when he put his dick in there.

Daddy’s hand started playing with my hair, and it felt good. It felt so good that I stopped watching the fly, and I looked over at Daddy’s face. I loved his face. It wasn’t handsome, like Drew or Zeno, but it was perfect to me. I liked it better than the handsome guys. They weren’t powerful like Daddy, and they didn’t smell powerful like he did.

“Come up here and kiss me, Son,” Daddy said.

I moaned a little when he called me “Son” and I didn’t hesitate to move up and kiss him because of course Daddy was in charge and it was him who was kissing me really.

When he kissed me, I concentrated on his tongue. I could barely hear the alarm next door even though it was still going off and when his hand touched my butt and his finger touched my boy hole I stopped watching the fly even though I could still hear it. And my eyes stopped darting around the room and focused on his eyes.

Daddy’s finger pressed against my hole, and I felt excitement run though my entire body. I moaned around his tongue, which was still toying with my own, like we were tongue wrestling, and he was winning. Maybe I was winning because I liked to be overpowered by Daddy and it felt like I was the one getting a prize.

He held me tight, and my mind stopped spinning. He squeezed me harder until I felt like he was crushing me in his arms.

“Is that better, Son?” he asked. “Are you more focused now?”

“Yes Daddy, I am,” I replied. “You may have to squeeze me all day, so my mind doesn’t fly all over the place.”

“I have things to do, little pup, so I can’t just lie around squeezing your body all day, no matter how much I may want to,” he said. “I’m afraid this experiment didn’t work. You’ve been off your meds for two days and now we know for sure that it won’t work. You’re going to have to take them, even on the weekends, at least until your therapy with Xav starts to work.”

“If you say so, Daddy,” I said. My head was lying against his chest, and I could smell his morning BO. I was so calm and relaxed that I would agree with anything he said.

“I do say so. Now tell me why you failed that math test on Tuesday when you knew all the material,” he demanded.

“A guy behind me was eating chips and a girl at the other end of the room was tapping her pencil and a fly kept circling the teacher’s head the entire time and I kept trying to see if it would land, so I ran out of time to finish,” I explained.

“Did you remember to take your pill after lunch, like you were supposed to?” he asked me.

“No, sir,” I said. “I dropped it on the floor and couldn’t find it and the professor in my reading class made me put everything away and turn off my phone because she said it was distracting when I lined up everything across the front of the desk and she didn’t listen when I tried to explain and that’s when it fell and rolled away.”

“Calm down,” Daddy said as he hugged me even tighter. “It’s not your fault; it’s mine. Simon told me that you needed to go to Exceptional Student Services and that you need an advocate. I’ll take care of it on Tuesday and then I’ll go talk to all your professors, so they understand not to interfere with your medication schedule. And I’ll arrange for you to take all your tests and quizzes in the student center.”

I kissed his chest and said, “You make everything better, Daddy.”

Daddy made me get up and take my pill, then we got in the shower, and he cleaned me from top to bottom, like I was kid, except for my dick. My dick got hard whenever Daddy touched me. He even cleaned my butt for me before drying me off and taking me back to bed. He ate my butt until I started crying out to be fucked.

“Shh!” he said. “Do you want the neighbors to know that I’m about to fuck you until you can’t walk straight?”

I nodded my head and said, “Yes, Daddy, I want them all to know that you’re fucking me hard.”

“You’re an exhibitionist, aren’t you, boy?” he asked. “I bet you’d love it if I fucked you in the middle of the quad with the whole school watching.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” I cried. “Do it! Fuck me out on the quad and send invitations to the whole school to come watch! I want them to see how sexy you are when you take me.”

“Not today,” he said, as he worked a couple of fingers into my boy hole.

I was ready for him. His tongue had relaxed me, and my hole was open and begging for his attention.

“Here I come, baby boy,” he said.

Then he lined his daddy dick up and pressed inside me. I always felt full and complete when he was inside me. That’s when my mind was perfectly clear, and I could think about one thing at a time. It was better than my pills. If Daddy could go to classes with me and let me sit on his cock all through class, I’d have no troubles at all.

“Do it, Daddy. Take me hard and make me cry,” I begged.

He brushed his beard against my chest and then licked my nipples as he pushed all the way inside me until I could feel his pubes against my hairless butt.

“I don’t want to see you cry, baby boy,” he said. “I’m going to be hard but gentle with your delicate and beautiful little bottom until you moan with pleasure.”

Then he started fucking me for real, thrusting in and out, making me feel like I belonged to him, like I was fulfilling my purpose in life. Daddy knew my boy hole better than anyone, better even than me. He always found that spot inside me, that special spot that made my whole body seem to vibrate as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Daddy wasn’t wrong; I started to moan, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His belly was so big that I could barely get them all the way around him, but I loved the feel of it against my thighs.

“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I said. “Please let me cum.”

My daddy growled at me and said, “Cum for me, baby. My boy always cums first. Do it now!”

His alpha growl resonated up and down my spine and drove me over the edge. I cried out and my hairless dick started shooting all over my chest and abdomen. Daddy grunted his pleasure and shot his load deep inside me. He slid out of me and rolled us both over, so we were lying on our sides, and he was holding me in his arms. We lay there together for a long time before cleaning each other up and getting dressed.

Daddy took me down to breakfast. He took half my eggs and bacon so I wouldn’t get too full. He ate them himself. He had black coffee, and I had the same but with three creams and four packs of sugar. It was a great start to the day.

 

Chase

I was horny and sexually frustrated. Aidan wouldn’t let me masturbate and I was surrounded by hot guys all day long. Last night was the first time that Ivan had felt well enough to roll onto his side while sleeping, but he kept throwing an arm and a leg over me. When I woke up this morning, his wood was pressing against my butt. He’d awakened as I was trying to slide out of his arms, and he’d been really embarrassed. If I’d been more assertive, I would have offered to take care of that erection for him, but he’d grabbed his stuff and headed for the shower, mumbling his apologies.

I waited my turn and cleaned up as quickly as I could. I was hoping to talk to Ivan, but he was gone before I got out of the shower. I saw him at breakfast, but he ignored me, or maybe he was just in a hurry. He was eating with Wilma Jackson, a beta with black skin and short black hair in tight curls. The two of them left together and someone told me that Ivan was going to talk to the owner of the local repair shop and used auto lot about a job. Wilma was going to introduce them since she already worked there.

And that’s when Inga found me and gave me my job. Since I wasn’t in school, she wanted four hours a day of me doing cleanup in the common areas and helping Sammy with food prep. It wasn’t too much, but she insisted I spend another two hours online studying to take the GED when I turned 18. She knew I had no interest in going back to school and I was technically a runaway minor so I couldn’t enroll here anyway.

I was cleaning the bathroom on the first floor of the main house when Aidan found me. The place was mostly empty, since it was a Tuesday, and everyone was in class, except for a few stragglers. He came in behind me and shut the door. When I turned around and started to get up, he put a hand on my head and said, “You can stand up to get naked; then I want you back on your knees to suck my dick.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said as I stood up.

I quickly removed my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes, but it took some time to get my skinny jeans off my legs. Aidan was smiling at me while I was stripping, like he was thinking hard about something. Once I was naked, but before I could kneel, Aidan grabbed my swollen nuts and squeezed them firmly, not enough to hurt but enough for me to feel it.

“Red and a little swollen,” he said, “and full of cum. That’s good. It means you can follow directions. This is just a few days. Think about next week or next month. I want you so full of cum that you burp it up and I can taste it when I kiss you.”

Then he pulled me close by the balls and kissed me roughly. Even the kiss was making my dick throb, but Aidan squeezed harder, and a wave of nausea broke my imminent orgasm. Despite the pain, my skin was tingling from my head to my toes.

“I can almost taste the cum on your breath,” he said with a smile. “I started this just because I wanted to get inside your ass, but damn if I’m not starting to love you. We’ll see if I still feel that way after I fuck you tonight.”

“Don’t you have any classes, Sir?” I asked.

“My schedule is short on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” he replied. “Instead of waiting for my friends, I came back to find you. Do you like the fact that I’m arranging my schedule around you, that I can’t stand to spend too much time away from your sexy little bitch butt? Do you like that?”

He smacked my ass hard. I nodded my head and replied, “Yes, Sir, I do like it. I can’t stand to spend too much time away from you either.”

“I must be getting soft,” Aidan said. “I’m getting emotional and involved. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, you know, but it looks like that’s what’s happening, now.”

“Am I your boyfriend or your bitch?” I asked.

Aidan gave me a predatory smile and replied, “Any boyfriend of mine will also be my bitch. When I give you an order, you need to jump to it. Your willingness to be an obedient little bitch makes you that much sexier, but it means I can’t smack you around – unless you choose to disobey. And since you have two alphas looking out for you, I can’t smack you around even if you do misbehave. I’ll just have to show you the door.”

“I won’t disobey, Sir,” I said. “I want to be your bitch and I want to be… your boyfriend, if you want me to. But if you’re getting soft, does that mean I can cum?”

Aidan slapped me hard enough to leave a red mark, but I knew it would fade quickly. He’d done it before, and he was an expert at not leaving long lasting marks. “Don’t ask me to cum, bitch,” he said. “I don’t plan on taking away your orgasms forever. You’ll cum when I make you cum. And you won’t get punished for cumming if my dick is in your ass, so long as you don’t touch your little pee-pee. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. “I understand.”

I didn’t really understand what he was talking about. I supposed that he would stroke me while he was fucking me. He didn’t let go of my balls. He used them to pull me closer so he could hug me with his other hand. Then he bit my neck and sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. Finally, he let go of my balls and put his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees.

He motioned for me to wait, then he pulled his own pants down and sat on the toilet. He spread his legs and said, “Suck me while I sit on the shitter, bitch.”

I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I’d sucked him off three times on Sunday, twice more on Monday and so this was my sixth time. I was getting better at swallowing him all the way and I barely gagged this time. I was proud of myself for making such progress in a short time. Aidan was back in his encouraging mode.

“You’re doing good, bitch,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Your mouth feels great, no teeth and not much gagging.”

I couldn’t respond in words because his dick was pushing against the back of my throat, but I grunted something approximating “thank you, Sir” and I kept on sucking. I loved the taste of cock, especially when it was a little sweaty from being shoved in a pair of jeans all morning. I hadn’t sucked anyone’s cock before I met Aidan in the barn, but I knew that I liked it.

“Good bitch,” Aidan repeated. “You’ve finally found your calling. You were born to suck cock. I’m going to cum here in a minute. Don’t you dare swallow it until I tell you to.”

Then he came, spilling in my mouth and almost howling with pleasure. It was tricky, but I didn’t swallow it. I held it in my mouth until Aidan said, “Open up and show me.”

I opened my mouth and let him see his cum pooling on my tongue. “Damn that’s hot,” he said. “Now swallow.”

With his cum sitting on my tongue, I could really taste it. I must have been a natural born cocksucker because I really liked it. I felt it sliding down my throat as I swallowed. I was looking Aidan in the eyes, just like I knew he wanted. He patted my head, then ran his finger along my lips. I opened my mouth, and he pushed it inside. I started sucking on his finger, like it was a tiny penis.

“Let’s see if you’re really worth my time,” he said. “You seem to like sucking my cock and my finger, but a bitch takes whatever his master puts in his mouth.”

He patted my cheek and said, “Open your mouth. You can swallow this time, but don’t spill a drop.”

I opened my mouth and took his softening cock inside it. Aidan looked into my eyes and said, “I’m serious, bitch. Don’t spill a single drop or we’re through. I’ll walk out that door and we’ll never have sex again.”

Then he released a trickle of piss in my mouth. It tasted terrible, but I swallowed it. If he’d promised to slap me around or beat my ass, I may have spit it on the floor to make him do it, but the idea of him walking out that door and never letting me suck his cock again was too much for me to handle. He’d said that I was his boyfriend. I’d do anything to keep him, anything he wanted. As I swallowed, he slowly increased the flow until he was pissing at full stream, but he stopped every few minutes and let me swallow it all before he started pissing again.

When he’d finished and I’d swallowed the last few bitter drops, he pulled out a can of Altoids and popped one in my mouth. “You did a good job, bitch,” he said. “You didn’t hesitate to do what I told you to do.”

He kissed my lips and said, “Get dressed, finish your work, and then tell Inga you need to take a break. Meet me at the covered parking with your backpack. We’re going shopping.”

He left me to scramble for my clothes and get dressed. I finished up my assigned tasks and told Naomi I was going out for a while. He was sitting on his motorcycle already. I was a little nervous because I’d never ridden a motorcycle before. Aidan was smiling again as he handed me a helmet and helped me adjust it properly.

“You’re going to be riding behind me so you need to hold on around my waist as tight as you can,” he said. “I don’t want you to fall off.”

Drew

Late Monday night I’d received an email from Rashida Lamont, a graduate student in the business college. She oversaw the were-rats on campus in the same way Darren and Dawn oversaw the wolves. She wasn’t their pack leader, just the one who took care of college issues. She was asking me for a meeting on Tuesday. We were both free at 1:00 p.m. so we agreed to meet at the Starbucks just outside the gate. None of the other skinchangers wanted to share dorm space with the wolf pack. Our packs had a history of abusing the other tribes. I’d been trying to mend fences, but it wasn’t easy.

The Starbucks was always busy, but Rashida had arrived before me and had staked a claim to the one table that was off by itself in a little alcove. She had a way of occupying space with her presence that I found impressive. She was only five foot eight inches in height, a little tall for a woman, but not overly so, with dark black skin, rounded features, and short curly hair. I could tell that she was muscular, even through her loose tee shirt and jeans.

We knew each other from a few conversations last year. Our packs did not get along, but the two of us tried to ease any confrontation as much as possible. I ordered an iced vanilla latte and took it to the table to join her. As a rule, were-rats and werewolves didn’t eat together, but Rashida and I pushed the boundaries of that animosity by sometimes sharing drinks. I saw that she had a triple espresso with a twist of lemon. She was a more serious coffee drinker than I was.

We exchanged a few pleasantries, then she got down to business. “I wanted to touch base with you about a study group that has a member of each of our packs in it,” she said. “One of our newer members, a young rat named Tristan, and one of your pups, named Lalo, are both in this group.”

“How did they end up in the same group?” I asked.

She sighed and said, “Apparently they’re both friends with a very persuasive young mage named Oliver. They’re in the same class, so he’s got them working together both in class and out. Do you have any idea who he is, and whether he has a clue as to the can of worms he’s opening?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never met this Oliver, but mages aren’t always aware of the intertribal difficulties we face. Do we break them up, or do we keep an eye on the situation and hope nothing blows up in our faces?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Tristan is a good kid, but his home pack had no contact with wolves, so he could step on someone’s tail, so to speak, without meaning to. He’s smaller than I am, and I doubt he’s ever been in a fight. What I’m saying is that he’s an easy target, but it wouldn’t be a smart thing for anyone to target him. It would provoke repercussions.”

“You don’t have to remind me about the incident last year that started with harassment and ended up with six wounded wolves,” I replied.

“And nine wounded rats,” Rashida added.

It had been a terrible event that had begun when a pair of werewolves had started harassing a rat named Milo, who was in the same class as them. The strange thing about it was that the wolves were females, and they were usually less hot headed than the guys. Apparently some of the other female wolves had been teasing them about liking Milo. In all fairness, Milo was a very handsome guy, in that metrosexual sort of way that a lot of girls seemed to find so attractive. So they turned on him, Milo said some unkind things back to them and they jumped him. They didn’t beat him that badly, but a group of female rats then jumped the wolves for revenge. There were six of them and two wolves. Apparently a three to one advantage incensed the wolves who’d forgotten that the original attack had been two wolves on poor Milo. It had escalated from there and the packs spent the next two months mauling each other whenever they sensed an advantage.

My own tribe had a sense of wolf-superiority that led many packs, and even some wolves in my own pack, to behave like bullies. Darren and I had disciplined the guys involved, while Dawn and Meghan had shown the girls the error of their ways. The rats handled their own, and I knew Rashida well enough to know that it hadn’t gone well for them either.

“I’ll let the wolves know that I will deal with anyone who lays a hand on Tristan myself,” I promised.

“And I’ll do the same for this Lalo – what kind of name is Lalo, anyway?” she asked.

“Lalo is short for Eduardo,” I said. Then I asked, “Do you think that your rats will go after him?”

She smiled and said, “Don’t underestimate the ferocity or stupidity of my tribe, Drew. There may be some who will think this is an excellent opportunity to waylay a vulnerable wolf-twink in payment for Milo, even though he’s fine and he didn’t even end up with a scar thanks to that mage healer Marvin.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and responded sarcastically, “Fantastic! We both need to talk to our packs and then to the two boys. I’ll also let Sebastian know. What does your pack leader think about this situation?”

She heaved another sigh. “Momma Jones doesn’t trust werewolves at all, but she admits that you’ll try and rein in your pack. She said, That boy will try to do what’s right, but I doubt he has the juice to make the wolves behave. Then she ordered the pack to be ready for trouble, but not to start any.”

“She still doesn’t trust me?” I asked.

She replied, “She trusts your heart, Drew, but she doesn’t trust your ability to control your wolves, especially now that Cromwell is back in town.”

That made me sit up and take notice. “Has your pack seen him? Do you know where he’s hiding out?” I asked.

She shook her head. “We’ve seen him, and we’ve smelled him,” she admitted, “but we don’t know where he’s lairing. Momma Jones says that we must stay out of wolf pack-business, but there’s not one among us who wants to see your pack return to Cromwell’s ways. So, if I hear anything, I’ll make sure you get the news as soon as possible.”

“Can you please get Momma Jones to come out to the Spirit House and meet with Xav and me?  Or we could meet anywhere she wants,” I asked. “I don’t want to beg, but Xav is trying to make peace with all the skinchangers in the area.”

“I’ll see,” Rashida replied. “Momma Jones likes what she’s heard of Xav, but she’d be taking a risk meeting the two of you. Beta-rats are more likely to fall in line than beta-wolves, but they can hold a grudge and bring it up again at an inconvenient time.”

“Remind her that I’m taking the same risk meeting with you. The pack won’t like it, but I’ll have to deal with it,” I said.

Rashida laughed and replied, “Momma Jones would just say that you’re young, naïve and don’t understand the risks you take.”

 

Simon

I’d been meeting Kyle every morning so we could use the health trail together. It gave us a chance to do something that wasn’t school related and, if the truth were told, it gave me a chance to ogle him. In a week and half, he’d lost about a third of his excess weight and you couldn’t even see a gut when he was doing pull ups. Mondays and Fridays we had study sessions after exercising, but before our classes. On Wednesday we studied at 5:00 p.m. because I had a lab class early on Wednesday. They were usually an hour on Mondays and Wednesdays and two hours on Fridays. Last Monday had been an exception because it was a holiday.

We were just setting up for our session on Wednesday afternoon when I said, “You were a jock in high school; you should try out for the football team. The season has started, but they could still use some good players.”

He shook his head and replied, “I wasn’t a very good person when I was playing football. I don’t know if I could risk it while I’m still working some things out.”

“What about soccer?” I asked. “Or cross country? I know I’ve seen both those teams practicing.”

“Why do you want to get me into sports?” he asked with a smile.

I’d never seen him smile before, and damn if it didn’t make my heart jump just a little. When he smiled he had little dimples in his cheek to match the one in his chin. I couldn’t tell him that I got off on watching him exercise, so I had to come up with a different reason.

“I think you should do something normal. If Nico would agree to you playing, it would mean less time for him to make you do humiliating things. And I think it would make you happy,” I said, completely avoiding the real reason.

“Maybe I could try cross country,” I said. “I’ve never done it before, but I’ve been running a lot lately and I’d like to try and push myself.”

“See!” I said. “Something normal. The only normal thing you get to do is study with me three times a week.”

“Actually, I study with Oliver’s group twice a week, too,” he said. “My master always prioritizes my education, so he reduces the time I have to wander around campus looking for guys to blow when I’m studying.”

I felt a little pang of jealousy. “Who’s Oliver?” I asked carefully so as not to reveal my own feelings on the matter.

Kyle leaned back and said, “He’s a mage, a cute little twinkie mage with big eyes that make him look like an owl. I met a member of your pack there, another cute twink named Lalo. In fact, I’m the token non-twink in the group.”

“Lalo? Drew introduced him to me as Eddie Arenas,” I said.

I noticed he clenched a little when I said “Eddie”. Then I remembered that was his brother’s name. I must have triggered something in him when I said that name.

“So, speaking of Eddie, what happened when you met your brother on Sunday?” I asked tentatively.

Kyle stared off into the distance for a few minutes and breathed deeply. He seemed to be collecting himself before responding. “It didn’t go well,” he said. “He did his best to humiliate me, then he fucked me so roughly that it hurt,” he said. Then he stared off into the distance before adding, “And then I think he tried to kill me by choking me out with a belt.”

“What the hell!” I yelled. “Are you okay? Are you still injured?”

He had tears in his eyes, and I wanted to kiss him to make him feel better, but I held back because I was trying hard not to let this become something even remotely sexual. He needed me as a friend right now, far more than he did as a lover.

“I’m fine,” he said, but I could tell that he was lying. “Nico took care of him. I’d begged him not to kill Eddie, but now I wish that I hadn’t. And Nico has this way of getting people to admit fault for hurting me and then he can somehow transfer all my wounds to them.”

I wanted to say something to make him feel better, but I didn’t know what. All I could think of was, “I really hate your family, Kyle. I can’t believe your own brother, the one you said was more like a father to you than your own dad, I can’t believe he would do something like that. If I’d been there, I would have done something, probably gotten my ass kicked, but I would have done something.”

That’s when Kyle reached out, put his strong arm around my shoulder and said, “Don’t feel bad. When I was able to pull the iron horseshoe off the door, Nico was able to get inside, and he took Eddie down. I didn’t stay to watch it. There were things that came into the room with him that I couldn’t see most of the time. None of them had been able to get in so long as there was iron on the door and windows. The little smiling guys with silver razors looked scary enough, but there was… something in that closet. I couldn’t see it, but its presence made me want to run in terror. I don’t think Eddie will try anything with me again.”

I realized that my hand was stroking his smooth thigh and was getting closer to his cock. I shook my head and pulled my hand back. “Sorry, dude,” I said, “I couldn’t reach your back to give it a comforting pat.”

Kyle squeezed me against his strong chest and smiled again. “That’s okay,” he said. He almost said something else, but stopped himself and removed his arm from my shoulders. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. The thought of studying with his arm wrapped around me flashed through my mind, but I knew it would lead somewhere we shouldn’t go right now.

Then Kyle continued, “But being attacked by Eddie wasn’t the weirdest thing that happened this week. I mean I kind of deserved it after what I’d done to Kieran… and to you.”

He still thought he deserved everything that was happening to him. I started to set him straight on that issue, but I didn’t get a chance. Now that he was talking, he seemed in a rush to get everything out. “I heard from my brother Andy, too. Apparently Eddie had sent him a link to my movies on the Jock Bitch Boy site and he saw them. Well, he’d always been meaner to me growing up than Eddie ever was, but get this. He apologized to me! Turns out that he’s gay and that friend of his that he’s always hanging around with, the one he lives with, the two of them have been lovers for years. They want to see me. They were even talking about how you can be gay in public in Lexington. He says that he’s getting Dad to incorporate the business and give out shares of stock to all us kids, to get around the estate tax, so I may not be cut off and forced to quit college when the old man finds out about me after all!”

He was so excited to tell me about the little details he’d seen in the video chat. Every moment that showed how much his brother Andy and his boyfriend Ernie loved each other. I was happy for him, but I couldn’t deny the jolt of fear that ran down my spine at the thought that he might switch schools if he ever got free from Nico. I didn’t want him to go. Suddenly I had a vision of the two of us in the future, both graduates with business degrees, working together as a power couple in some corporation somewhere. Did I see myself with Kyle long term? I wondered. And deep inside me, I felt that the answer may be yes. I’d been in lust when I first saw him, despite his slovenly dress and grooming, then I’d hated him, then I’d pitied him, and now we were friends. Whatever the future held, I wanted him to be part of mine.

We didn’t get a lot of studying done, which was okay with me. We talked for most of the hour, then Kyle had to report to his master. I had a lot to think about. And I had to see if there was anywhere in Severan I could buy a big ass survival knife. Kyle had said that Nico couldn’t enter a room protected by iron. I was going to investigate that as well.

I wanted to masturbate after Kyle left. Sitting next to him while we were talking and casually touching one another had gotten me so horny I could barely think straight. But my stomach was rumbling, so I went down to the dining hall in the dorm to get something to eat first. The burgers, pizzas and build your own sandwich station were pretty good, even if the pizza was the thin crust stuff they served here in Ohio. What I wouldn’t give for a proper deep-dish pizza like we had in Chicago.

When I stepped up to the burger station, I saw Lalo Arenas in line just in front of me. The boy was shorter than me, but only by an inch or so, and he had golden brown wavy hair and light olive skin tone, a tad darker than these midwestern white boys, but much lighter than mine. When he turned around to say hello, I saw those big eyes of his that were a curious shade of dark jade green.

“Hello Simon, I mean, sir,” he said, as if he were suddenly remembering that I was an alpha. It was easy for the betas to forget. I hadn’t turned yet so I was still a preborn werewolf in Xav’s terminology.

“Simon is fine, Lalo,” I replied. “Are you eating alone tonight?”

“Yeah!” he said with a sigh, “my friend Oliver had to run to some mage thing so I’m all alone.”

He seemed sad to be by himself. Drew had told me that some werewolves were like that; they needed company, or they felt lonely. Which made sense as werewolves were members of a pack. He’d also mentioned that there were very few lone wolves among us. And Lalo definitely seemed like one of the more needy betas.

“Do you want to join me for dinner?” I asked. “I’m alone tonight as well.”

He gave me a big wide-eyed smile and said, “I’d love to. Hugh has a girl in the room, so I won’t be heading back there for a while. I need to hang out down here because Drew told me not to go wandering around by myself.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper and said, “Some of the rats are angry over something that happened last year, and they might decide to attack me if I’m alone.”

We had to stop talking about the supernatural because it was our turn to get our burgers. Lalo was a little guy, but he ordered a double cheeseburger. I guessed his wolf metabolism had kicked in. I had a single and fries. We chose a table in the corner so we could talk some more.

“What happened last year? And how does it affect you since you’re a freshman?” I asked.

“I don’t know the whole story, but apparently some wolves jumped a lone rat because he was hanging around with some of our pack. Our kind aren’t supposed to mix. I don’t know why; it’s just something everyone seems to know and agree on. Anyway, it got out of hand and a lot of people got injured on both sides,” he explained. “And now I’m in Oliver’s study group with Tristan – he’s a rat – and Drew’s afraid that I might get jumped if I’m alone on campus, especially after dark. I’m a little scared myself because I’ve never been in a real fight, and I can’t turn when the moon is waning.”

I finished chewing my bite of cheeseburger then said, “You can hang out with me tonight. I’m Drew’s roommate and he’s been going to Dawn’s room every evening. If he comes back, it won’t be until later. We can get to know one another better.”

“I’d love that!” Lalo said, and I could tell that he meant it. He wasn’t good at guarding his feelings.

We talked about our classes and mundane stuff like that while we ate. Apparently Lalo was from Virginia. His family was originally from Vera Cruz Mexico, but he’d been born in Richmond. He liked playing soccer but wasn’t trying out for the college team because the other guys were too big, and he was afraid he’d get hurt. And he knew Benjy from the old pack back home in Virginia.

When we were walking back to my room, I noticed that he wore shorts that came only halfway to his knees, showing off his lightly muscled thighs as well as his calves. That glimpse of muscle made me get a little hard despite the boy’s short stature. His buttocks were like two firm little melons in those shorts.

I could have cooled things off by sitting in one of the chairs, but instead I sat on my bed with my back against the wall and called him over. He sat down next to me so close that our hips were touching. When I put my arm around his shoulders, he leaned against my chest.

“I know why you called me to your room, sir, and I want you to know that I’m willing to do it,” he said, running his hand up my bare leg. “My dad told me to make sure and submit to the alphas, so they claim me at least once because that way they’ll protect me.”

I turned his chin so that he was looking at me. “And that’s why you’re willing? Because you want my protection?”

“No, sir!” he protested. “It hasn’t been like that since I got here. This pack is different from the one I grew up in. I’d expected Drew to take me when we had our private meeting last weekend, but he didn’t. Darren didn’t take me when we met either. But I still feel like the alphas are looking out for me.”

“Did the alphas in your old pack take you?” I asked. The social dynamics of the werewolf packs was still new to me, and I’d come to realize that Drew really did run things differently from the other pack leaders.

Lalo ran his hand up my thigh and let his fingers slide inside the bottom of my shorts. Since my shorts were longer than his, he was still several inches away from my cock.

“The pack leader took me when I turned sixteen. The other alphas watched, but they weren’t allowed to touch me until I turned eighteen. Then each one was allowed to mount me only one time. In our pack, each alpha gets each beta once and then we’re free to say no. But my dad says that he got his head start in his job by saying yes a lot to a couple of alphas who had influence in the mundane community. He told me that the alphas always take better care of betas who submit to them,” he said.

“Even if it isn’t that way in this pack, I think I’d still like to submit to you, if you want me to. I think you’re sexy, and you give off that powerful alpha aura, even though you haven’t changed yet. Even if you weren’t super good-looking – and you are! – I’d still be attracted to that aura.”

I ran my free hand along his narrow jawline and then traced his lips with my finger. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend, right now,” I said, thinking wistfully of Kyle, “but I’m willing to take your submission. Just know that I’m still learning how to be a good top. I’ve learned a lot, but I may not be as gentle as I should be with a sweet little thing like you.”

The boy moaned when I said that, and I could see that he’d become rock hard. I could also tell that he’d been disappointed none of the alphas had taken him since he’d come here. I needed to find some way to talk to Drew about that. Maybe he was changing things too much, too fast. Maybe he should ask the betas if they wanted to submit to the alphas and then only take submission from those who agreed to give it. Maybe this was something they deserved to get from their alphas, especially if it made them feel like they really belonged to the pack. Maybe gay or bisexual betas were different from straight betas. Maybe submission looked like something different to each group. Licking the leader’s palm may be enough for betas like Kevin and maybe Lalo’s roommate Hugh, but could some betas require more? Was their loyalty weaker because they hadn’t submitted in the traditional way?

I shelved those thoughts for a minute and then pulled Lalo in for a rough kiss. My body was responding more to this slender twink than I thought it would. Was there something in alpha psychology that responded to the submission of the betas even if they weren’t the alpha’s type. I preferred big, muscular jocks. I never fantasized about twinks, except for Ethan, and my brain must have thought of Ethan more like he was my prey. I’d found him, chased him down and then he was taken away from me. But Lalo, despite his twinkie cuteness, should not have excited me this much, and he didn’t until he started submitting to me with his body language. I was going to have to take a minor in psychology if I wanted to answer these questions for myself.

But for now, I gave in to the moment. I kissed him forcefully, then unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them down along with his underwear. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Lalo’s dick was on the large end of average, six inches like Kyle, smaller than mine by an inch or so. It was easy to see because the boy was hard as a rock and the tip of the uncircumcised head was glistening with precum.

Lalo didn’t completely relax his tongue; he used it to help me take control of his mouth, like he was both in charge and submitting at the same time. I didn’t know where he’d learned that, but I liked it. Conor was much more passive when I kissed him. Lalo didn’t just say that he wanted me, he showed me with every movement of his body. I was running my hand along his leg when he grabbed my hand and moved it to his butt. He leaned back and spread his legs in anticipation.

Lalo didn’t shave like Kyle did, but he still hadn’t sprouted much body hair. He had a few soft hairs in his crack, especially around his hole. I rubbed it gently and noted that he wasn’t lubed already. Judging from his hard cock, he was as ready as I was. I laid him down on his back and moved my mouth to his ass. I’d done this with Xav so I knew I could do it again. I licked between the cheeks of his butt. He had a faintly salty and sweaty taste, with just a little bit of his own body odor, which smelled good to me. I found myself inhaling deeply with my nostrils flaring. If it weren’t for the lingering taste of some sort of heavily scented soap, his ass would be perfect.

Lalo moaned, “Do it, alpha stud! I want to feel you inside me so bad.”

I pushed his knees up so that his sweet butthole could be seen winking at me. I flicked my tongue against it making him moan even louder, “That feels so good, Simon… sir. Please don’t stop!”

I used my tongue to lick and probe his hole while he whimpered and ran his fingers through my hair. The more I licked, the looser he became, and then I understood why it was called a rosebud. It just relaxed and opened, like a bud blossoming. My tongue slid inside his silky warmth and his hole quivered at my touch.

“I think you’re ready now,” I said, lining my cock up at his entrance.

Lalo had grabbed ahold of his knees and pulled his legs back for me. “Yes, sir!” he said. “I’m more ready than I’ve ever been.”

He wasn’t lubed so I was very careful as I slowly filled him with my cock, but he was more than ready. His hole twitched around the shaft as I sank all the way inside him. I was surprised and impressed that I managed to get right to the base so that my pubes were rubbing against his mostly hairless butt. I wasn’t going to last long inside this boy’s sexy ass. Within a dozen strokes I was panting and almost gasping for breath.

My wolf spirit was echoing me on the spirit plane. I could feel it mounting Lalo’s wolf spirit. It wasn’t snarling and biting like it usually did. It was licking Lalo’s spirit and gently nipping on its neck. Of course, it wasn’t really doing either of those things, but it was doing the spiritual equivalent of those acts. I could almost see the spirit plane around me, like I had when Xav was guiding me. Only now it was me who was doing it.

I felt my own need rise to a crescendo, but I didn’t want to come before making sure that Lalo did. I took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it. Within two strokes he screamed, “I’m cumming, sir!”

And he did, and then I followed. Sex with Lalo was almost as good as it had been with Xav. I felt like my wolf spirit had orgasmed as well. When we were both breathing normally, we slid into a lazy 69 and cleaned each other’s cock. I enjoyed the taste of his sweet cum. And when we kissed, we exchanged the semen that was clinging to our tongues.

We lay there kissing for a long time. Finally, I brought the subject around to Kyle. Lalo ran his fingers along my chest and asked, “Do you mean that gorgeous jock stud with the sexy short shorts?”

“That’s him,” I said. “How’s he doing in class and in your study group? Is anyone harassing him or ordering him to do things.”

“No,” Lalo replied. “Oliver won’t allow any animosity in our group. He says that we’re building a new paradigm in which mages, mundanes and different types of versipelles can coexist without skinning each other alive.“

Suddenly a lot of things made sense. I’d thought that Lalo was hot for this were-rat Tristan, but he wasn’t. He had the hots for Oliver. That’s why he was hanging around with him so much that some of the wolves (mostly the girls) were calling him Oliver’s pet pooch.

“So, you like this Oliver guy, don’t you? Have you two been together yet?” I asked.

Lalo blushed and shook his head. “Oliver is so clueless that I could strip naked in his room, and he wouldn’t notice anything sexual going on until I started sucking his dick, but he’s so smart and nerdy, like you sir – not the nerdy part! I didn’t mean to… “

“It’s okay, Lalo,” I said. “I am a nerd in a lot of ways. It doesn’t bother me. So, Oliver’s running the group. Isn’t he that little mageling with the big owl eyes?”

“Yeah,” Lalo sighed. “That’s him, but don’t underestimate him, sir. He’s a more powerful mage than most. To hear Cameron tell the story, he almost beat Sebastian in a duel. Cameron likes Oliver, too, but he’s not in love with him like… “

“Like you are?” I finished his statement, turning it into a question.

He sighed, “Yes, sir, I think I am in love with him. I get aroused even when he’s talking about stuff I don’t understand. He’s not physically ripped, but it’s like he’s mentally ripped, if that makes any sense. He’s smarter than I am. He’s smarter than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“You may have to just kiss him one day and see what he does,” I said.

“No!” Lalo shouted. “What if he doesn’t like me and then he doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore?”

“Then take him out on a date,” I said. “Go to dinner or even just to get coffee.”

“I did ask him out for coffee, but I couldn’t tell whether he realized we were on a date or not,” he sighed. “I told you that he’s oblivious.”

“Dude, you’re just going to have to ask him,” I said.

Lalo shook his head and said, “I can’t. I’d be embarrassed if he said he just wanted to be friends. It’s easier with wolves. We… we’re just more open about our feelings.”

“I’ve met a lot of mages, Lalo. One of my moms is a mage. My younger brother is a mage. This isn’t a mage problem. It sounds like an Oliver problem. If you don’t talk to him, you’ll never know how he feels,” I said.

We lay there for a while, almost too long. We’d barely gotten dressed when Drew came back into the room. He was freshly showered, so I knew he and Dawn had been having a good time. I could tell that he knew what had happened from the look on his face. Lalo left and I decided to confess my mistakes.

“Drew,” I said, “I’ve been lying to you. I haven’t been following Xav’s orders. Before you get too mad or make any decisions about me, I want to talk to Xav again. Something happened when I was with Lalo, something that hadn’t happened before. I could feel my wolf spirit distinctly and I could see the spirit plane, sort of, without Xav being here to guide me.”

Drew’s face had started out angry, but it had quickly softened. “I’m glad you told me, Simon. It’s a sign of maturity that I’ve been looking for. Xav is busy tonight, but we can talk to him at the alpha meeting on Saturday. No party this time and we’re meeting at Xav’s house. Please restrain yourself. I know how hard it is for you, but Xav always knows what he’s talking about.”

Then Drew put his hand on my shoulder and smiled while shaking his head. Deciding that wasn’t enough, he pulled me into a hug, not a bro-embrace, but an honest to goodness hug. “I don’t want us to be mad at each other anymore, Simon,” he said. “I feel like shit because I had to discipline you the other day, even though I didn’t have a choice.”

“I know,” I said. “I was already sworn to the Concordium through the Lake City Lodge in Chicago, and I got sick in my stomach just for saying I was going to the police. I think my oath would have killed me if I’d tried to do it. I’m sorry. My emotions are out of control these days.”

Drew guided me over to his bed and we sat down together. “That’s why you must listen to Xav. He says it’s just going to get worse until you balance your spirits,” Drew said. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We can’t have sex, but we can lie in bed arm in arm and let our wolf spirits support one another. Xav and I used to do it when we were younger.”

Drew was worried about something but didn’t want to talk about it. I had a lot on my mind and didn’t want to talk about it either. “Can we be naked, so we can sleep skin to skin,” I said. Somehow it seemed right to me that this would be the most effective way for us to support each other spiritually.

“That’s the only way it will work,” he said.

“I’ll go shower the smell of sex off me,” I said, but Drew pulled me tight and inhaled deeply.

“Don’t,” he said. “I want to smell you like this.”

He took another deep breath and then added, “Lalo smells as sexy as he looks. Even if he does try to mask it under an obnoxious soap smell.”

“He is,” I said with a wink. “By the way, he’s disappointed that he wasn’t mounted by all the alphas when he joined the pack. I was wondering if some of the other betas felt the same way. It could be a problem if they are.”

We were both pulling our clothes off, but he paused to look at me and said, “That’s a very good question. I may need to ask the other alphas about that… about the possibility that some traditions have a solid reason for existing and maybe shouldn’t be discarded wholesale.”

We were naked and lying in the bed, with our arms wrapped around each other. I asked, “Can I tell you something without us having a discussion on it?”

“Sure,” he said, nuzzling my neck a little. “So long as I can do the same thing.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. Then, in a voice so low it was a whisper, I said, “I think I’m in love with Kyle.”

He took a deep breath and then said, “I know. Now it’s my turn. My brother wants me to have sex with him so my wolf spirit can grow strong enough to face down Cromwell.”

That took me by surprise. I wanted to ask a million questions, but I held them inside me. I was glad that Drew and I weren’t staring daggers at each other anymore, and it felt nice to be lying next to him, breathing in his scent, and sharing his energy. It was entirely platonic, even though Drew would occasionally stroke my side or kiss my neck. I licked his chest in return, but it went no further than that. We were as snug as two bugs in a rug enjoying a tender, but non-sexual, moment. I slept better that night than I would in a while.

 

Darren

I’d promised myself that I’d get Benjy registered with the Exceptional Student Services office as soon as possible. After checking the website, I had to gather medical records and some other information, so the earliest meeting I could get for him was at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday. When he’d come back to the room on Tuesday, he’d been agitated and upset over something, but he wouldn’t tell me what it was. He’d calmed down after about an hour and done his homework so I knew it must have been something in one of his later classes. If it was earlier, I knew him well enough that he would have already processed it and gotten it out of his system by the time he got home. So, Thursday I walked him from his writing class that got out at 1:30 p.m. to his math class that started at 2:00 p.m. He was fine on the way over to class. I left my own class 15 minutes early so that I could be there to pick him up when he came out the door.

And that’s when I saw him in the hallway with two guys my height (one of them my build as well) looming over him. I couldn’t hear what my boy was saying, but he was talking superfast, and his eyes were darting around like he was looking for a place to hide. These guys were half a foot taller than him; the thinner one was probably 30-40 pounds heavier and the husky one was at least 60 pounds heavier. I strode over toward them with a purpose.

“You’re driving us crazy moving around all the time and playing with things on your desk,” the thinner guy said. “We told you that you’d better stop, but you just won’t do it.”

The husky guy pushed Benjy against the wall and said, “I’m going to talk to the dean and get you kicked out of class, and if that doesn’t work, I’m going to beat your skinny ass!”

I didn’t say anything to make my presence known, I just shouldered the husky guy into the wall and said, “What did you say?”

He tried to push me back, but I had a lot more muscle under my fat than he did. I pressed him harder against the wall. “Get off me, asshole!” he said.

I let him go and turned to the skinnier guy. “Do you care to repeat that threat to me?”

“Who are you? His boyfriend?” he sneered.

I smiled at him and snarled, “Yes I am. Do you care to make something of it?”

“No,” he muttered.

The husky guy said, “You need to control your boyfriend and tell him to stop being so fucking squirrely. He’s driving us crazy.”

“Benjy has some special needs,” I said, “and you’re going to have to live with it because I’m going to tell you guys two things, just like you did him. If anyone in admin even suggests to him that he change sections, I’m going to hunt you down and I’m going to hurt you. And if you lay a hand on him, you’ll be even sorrier than you are now. Do you understand me?”

Neither of them responded so I growled at them, “Did you two chuckleheads understand me?”

Both guys turned pale as a sheet; the skinnier guy pissed his pants. They both stammered a weak “yes” then ran off. Benjy was looking at me with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make them mad, and I didn’t do anything on purpose and they poke me in the back and they yell at me even in class and… “

I hugged him and told him it would be okay. Then I talked to his teacher who was just gathering up her stuff. I explained that we had an appointment with ESS and that he had severe ADHD. She was a real sweetheart and offered to let him sit at the instructor’s desk because she always walked around while teaching. It was that simple.

Benjy was almost bouncing on our way to the meeting. That went well, since I’d had Benjy sign paperwork allowing me to talk to the school on his behalf. The case manager read through the paperwork, but I was sure that he could see Benjy needed special accommodations. He told me to keep an eye on the situation and make sure to email him if there were any problems. He gave Benjy a letter and sent an electronic copy to each of us, so we could email Benjy’s teachers. I felt like a functional adult taking care of Benjy this way.

While we were eating dinner, we saw Lalo and Simon getting burgers. The sexual tension between them was so strong that I could feel it across the room. Drew wasn’t going to be happy and Xav would be… well, I’d never seen Xav angry, but he’d be upset. Benjy saw me watching them and said, “Lalo’s nice. He and I were in the same pack back in Virginia. But he got initiated by the pack leader and I didn’t because he said I was special.”

Damn! Now I understood Benjy a little better. He wasn’t angry with Lalo, but I could tell that he was hurt by not being included in his pack’s ceremonies. He felt rejected because he was left out for being “special”. I suspected the initiation was a mounting ceremony. In many packs, betas were mounted by the pack leader and sometimes by all the alphas in the pack. Sometimes the women took part and sometimes they didn’t. Every pack had its own traditions.

That would explain why Benjy had been a virgin and Lalo hadn’t. It would also explain why Lalo was always flirting with me. Maybe he wanted me to take him at least once to show him that he was accepted by the pack. Now he was having dinner with Simon. That boy was supposed to be practicing controlled abstinence, but I didn’t believe for a minute that he was following through. He was too much of a horndog. If Lalo was working his way through the alphas, he was going to get lucky tonight.

And so was Benjy. I made him finish the meat out of his burger but let him throw away the bun. Then I took him up to the room to show him some love. He was clingy because he was starved for affection. I had the cure for that.

 

Chase

On Tuesday, Aidan had taken me to the store to buy some new clothes and other things he said I needed. I didn’t have any money, so he bought me five jocks in a small size and told me to wear them under my clothes. While there, he bought me some shorts. I told him that I never wore them, but he said that I did now. He also bought me a pair of regular fit Levi’s because he said it took too long for me to strip when he wanted a fuck. Then he bought me an anal bulb for douching my butt and told me to clean myself out in the morning, before going to meet up with him and every time I took a shit. He also bought me some powdered fiber drink and told me to use it every morning and every night. And last, he bought me a pack of razors and some shaving cream.

When we’d gotten back to his apartment, he’d handed me the grooming supplies. “I want you completely hairless below the eyeballs, bitch,” he said. “I want to feel smooth skin when I fuck you.”

I started to wonder why I hadn’t just told him to fuck off, that he was demanding too much, that I didn’t want to look more like a kid than I already did, but when he’d said when I fuck you, I’d lost all willpower. I went into the shower and lathered up. It was hard to reach some of the places, like my butt crack and my taint, but I managed. After I finished, I checked for loose hairs and discovered several places I had to shave again because I’d missed some. Finally, I thought I was smooth. I had some red spots and there were a few places where I’d nicked myself. I had to dab them repeatedly with wadded up toilet paper to get them to stop bleeding.

When I went back into the living room, Aidan called me over and checked my body slowly with his rough palm. I must have passed the inspection because he smacked my ass once and said, “On the bed, bitch, frontside up.”

I lay down on the bed and Aidan pulled out a bottle of lotion and said, “Don’t ever say I don’t take care of my bitch.”

He rubbed the cooling liquid all over my body and the slight burning sensation from the razor went away. The feeling of his rough hands rubbing lotion into my skin felt good Not just good. It felt sensual and my body reacted in the usual way. I was getting harder by the minute. Aidan didn’t ignore my cock either. He used a lot of lotion and stroked me several times, but stopped just short of making me cum. He smiled down at me and kissed my nose.

“You cut your pretty skin. I don’t like to see you hurt.”

“Thank you,” I replied, basking in his concern.

He ran his hands over my smooth chest again and then pinched my nipples lightly, sending a thrill down my spine to my dick, which throbbed and oozed precum. “I want to see if you can cum just from my dick in your ass. If not, I’ll stroke your little wiener this time. But we’re going to train your body to cum from getting fucked like a bitch boy should. Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”

“I get to cum?” I asked plaintively.

Aidan chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re so needy. Yes, you get to cum. I told you that I’m not trying to stop you from cumming. I just want you to cum the way I want you to. I plan to fuck you a lot, so you should cum a lot. Just wait and see.”

He slapped my thigh and said, “Roll over bitch. I’ve got to get your backside.”

I rolled over, but didn’t lie down because Aidan kept his hand on my hips and held them up. Then he used the lotion to soothe the skin I’d shaved back there. “You didn’t shave your back. It’ll be good enough for now, but you’re going to start waxing if you decide to stay with me permanently, or I’ll see if I can buy one of those magic hair removers from the mages. I’m going to give you a choice after I fuck you. If you want to stay with me, you’re going to have to make a commitment.”

He put lotion in my crack, but he avoided the hole itself. I was about to complain, but then he blew across it. The next thing I knew his lips were on my hole and then his tongue. I gasped, not in pain, but in pleasure.

“I treat my bitch right, Chase,” Aidan said. “Relax and I’ll eat your ass until you’re ready and then I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

Then I lay there and enjoyed it. Aidan ate my ass like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I was moaning and he kept pausing to tell me how good I tasted. Aidan could be an overbearing and brutal ass sometimes, but he knew how to make me feel good too.

“Your little bitch pussy is wet and begging for its owner,” he said. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Sir,” I said. “It belongs to you.”

He slapped my ass hard enough to leave a red mark and then started thrusting his fingers in my ass. “Don’t forget it, bitch. So long as you remember that I own you, I’ll take care of you. No one will ever be able to hurt you, not another wolf, not a hunter and not a mage. I protect what’s mine. Tell me what you are and who you belong to,” he demanded.

“I’m your bitch, Sir,” I confessed. “I’m your bitch and you own me. You own every part of me.”

“Good bitch,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you hard and probably make you cry, but you’ll be begging me for more, trust me.”

Aidan shoved his cock inside my ass, and it felt like I was being stabbed by a knife. I screamed, “It hurts, Sir! Pull it out, Sir. You’re ripping me in half!”

Aidan put his hand over my mouth to silence my cries and said, “I’m almost in. That pain you feel is me making you my own. I want you to feel that pain, but it won’t hurt this much in the future. This is like a bride bleeding on her wedding night as her hymen is torn. You only lose your virginity once, so it won’t be like this again.

Aidan shoved the rest of his big cock inside me and then left it there, his hand over my mouth, while he gently bit my neck. I cried for several minutes while the pain slowly went away. Aidan was the strangest combination of cruel and gentle, domineering, and considerate. I couldn’t tell if I was in love with him, or just infatuated.

Once the pain had receded, Aidan began fucking me. He pulled out a couple of inches and then thrust back inside me. He took his hand away from my mouth and continued kissing and biting my neck. “Your bussy is so fucking tight, it makes me want to cum right away, but I’m going to hold it back, like a man, until my bitch spills a load out of his little boy clit.”

Then he started licking my ears and nibbling on my earlobes. He wrapped my hands in his own rough hands and pulled almost all the way out of my ass. Then he slammed inside me, pressing that magic spot that made me quiver with each thrust.

“Your bussy is warm and silky smooth, Chase. It’s the best hole I’ve ever fucked. You’re a natural. You were born to serve superior men by taking their cocks and milking them dry,” he growled at me. “I plan to fuck your bussy at least twice a day, bitch. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir. I’d love that,” I gasped. His growling was doing something to my body. My hole relaxed even more, and I felt like I was covered in a cold sweat. When he licked along my spine and bit my neck hard, I almost came.

When my dick started throbbing, I yelled, “I love your cock, Sir. I love you. Please make me yours. I want to be your bitch and I want you to fuck me as often as you want to.”

He shoved inside me again and growled, “Good answer. A man fucks his bitch whenever he wants, not when the bitch wants it. Of course, if you shake that ass enough to get me excited, I’ll probably fuck it right then. I’m a man and I have needs. Do you understand what you must do if you want to get fucked?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whined. “I need to use my butt to get you excited and then you’ll fuck me.”

“Almost, bitch,” he said. He bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark and then explained, “If you work at getting me excited, I may fuck you. If you whine about it like a bitch… Well, a bitch whining does get me excited…  I’ll probably slap you around a little and then fuck you. But I think you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

I pictured myself naked in front of Aidan. He was slapping my face and then shoving me back onto the floor and thrusting himself into my bussy without permission and without preparation. It hurt, but it also felt good. What was wrong with me? I wondered.

Aidan felt my ass clench tight on his cock. “That thought has you excited. Doesn’t it? That’s why I want you as my bitch, Chase,” he growled. “I could see what you wanted written in your eyes every time you looked at me. Now cum for me, bitch! Shoot your beta cum all over these sheets!”

His words, and especially his sexy growl, seemed to resonate throughout my body, running from my ass to the crown of my head and then back down to my cock. I was making incoherent noises. My cock felt like electricity was shooting through it. My nuts drew close to my body and then I felt a sensation like I was peeing. Cum started pouring out of my dick, like his cock was pumping it out of me with every thrust. I couldn’t make complete words, just sad whining cries.

Aidan grabbed my narrow hips and buried his big cock deep inside me. My ass continued to quiver and throb, clamping down on his dick until I could feel him shooting his seed inside me. I lay panting underneath him until he finished and collapsed on top of me. We lay there for several minutes until we could both breathe normally, then he pulled out and slapped my ass.

That was the most intense experience I’d ever had. I’d thought that masturbation was good, but cumming with Aidan’s dick buried in my ass had it beat a thousandfold. Just once and I was already an addict. I knew that I had to have that experience again. I’d do anything to feel that sensation.

I moaned, “I’m yours now, Sir. I belong to you.”

“Roll over and suck my cock, bitch,” he commanded.

I rolled over onto my back and saw that he was smiling at me. “I know you’re mine, bitch. I’ve marked you as my own.”

Aidan traced the bite he’d left on my shoulder. He hadn’t broken the skin, but it was already bruising. he wasted no time shoving his cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean. Mostly I tasted lube, but I could also taste his cum and something else, possibly my ass. I didn’t care what it was. I was in bitch boy heaven.

Once his cock was clean, he made me clean my own cum off my groin and eat it. The taste wasn’t as good as his, but I would gladly eat cum for the rest of my life. Then Aidan sat back in a chair and watched me clean up the mess.

At dinner that night, we walked into the dining room together. Aidan had insisted I wear the shorts and t-shirt he’d bought me, and he’d sucked on my neck, giving me a dark hickey to go with the visible bite. He had his arm possessively around my shoulders. Inga gave us a look of concern and Sammy tensed like he was going to punch someone.

Aidan cleared his throat loudly and announced, “I’ve claimed this boy as my own according to pack tradition. I will fight anyone, beta or alpha, to support my claim.”

“He’s too young!” Sammy yelled.

“He’s seventeen and will be eighteen in a few weeks,” Aidan announced. “Pack tradition requires that he be at least sixteen. A hundred years ago, twelve would have been old enough. I’m within my rights, and he has submitted.”

He turned to me and said, “Kneel now to show your submission, Chase.”

I wondered why he didn’t growl when he said it. If he had, no one would have disputed his rights. As it was, Sammy looked ready to fight him. He was bigger and stronger, but my money would have been on Aidan if it came to blows. He seemed harder and more determined.

I knelt in front of Aidan and looked up into his face. He grabbed my chin and kissed me forcefully. Then he pulled the neck of my shirt aside to show the bite mark he’d left on me. “He has no parent or legal guardian present, or I would have asked them, but I have taken him. If someone wishes to verify it, they have my permission to check,” he said.

Naomi and Inga were looking at each other and then at Zeno who said, “Aidan is right. I’ll speak with Chase to make sure that he’s not being coerced, but if this is his desire, then none of us has a right to interfere.”

Sammy yelled out, “Chase isn’t an adult yet, and he’s too naïve to make decisions like this.”

Zeno growled and all the side conversations stopped. Everyone in the room except for Naomi, Inga and Aidan were cowed into silence. “Mundane law is not pack law!” he said. “I have given my judgment. If anyone wishes to dispute my authority, now is the time.”

The betas sat around with their heads lowered, even Sammy. Naomi and Inga were still looking at one another, then they nodded. Naomi said, “Zeno is the leader of Wolf House; his word is law here. And he’s also right about tradition. It is uncommon for a beta to claim another beta in this way, but it is supported by tradition. Speak no more of this matter.”

Then Inga spoke up and said, “Everyone sit down and prepare to eat.”

She looked around the room and then chose three betas, ordering, “Chuck, Stella, and Delia, serve the alphas. Then everyone else can eat.”

Aidan led me over to the table and we took seats next to one another. Dinner was tense for about ten minutes, until Lew started telling stories about some of the crazy student exploits from last year. I was sure he was embellishing them, but it got everyone laughing. The three alphas kept glancing at Aidan throughout the meal.

Aidan had led me through the line. I carried two plates, and he filled one of them full of barbeque beef, beans, and roasted corn. The other he filled full of salad and placed a single grilled chicken breast on it. I soon found out that the salad and chicken breast were for me.

“I want to keep you skinny and sexy, bitch,” he whispered. Then he licked my ear and squeezed one of my nipples. I liked barbeque, but the idea of staying sexy for Aidan was more exciting to me than rich food. I’d told him that he owned me, and him controlling what I could eat was a part of that, kind of like him controlling my orgasms.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied with a smile. “Whatever you say, Sir.”

After dinner, Aidan took me to my room and had me pack up all my meager belongings and carry them to his apartment.

 

Zeno

I called a quick meeting of the three house alphas once dinner was over. I didn’t ask Lew to be here because we weren’t going to keep any notes. Inga and Naomi seemed concerned, but not surprised, by the meeting.

“We’re probably all thinking the same thing,” I said, looking around the room at their faces.

“Aidan isn’t a beta,” Naomi said, “nor is he a cusper. He’s an alpha.”

Inga was nodding her head. “There’s no doubt about it,” she said. “I could hear him suppressing a growl when he made his announcement.”

“What do we do about it?” Naomi asked. “Do we invite him to the alpha circle for the next meeting?”

I sighed and said, “There’s no way he doesn’t know what he is. He’s pretending for some reason. I say we play his game and pretend we think he’s a beta until Xav can examine him. All the alphas are getting together on Saturday for the weekly meeting. We’ll decide then.”

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author’s preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author’s preferred reading order is The Alchemy and Songcraft 4. It will be out soon.

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