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The Walking Nightmare (I)

The Terrible Terry

Author Warning: This is a murder mystery and there is a character in here.

That I am not even sure I know how I created him. There is extreme violence in the up to

And including murder, please avoid reading it if it that sort of thing offends your sensibilities.

This is more of a psychological thriller with some detective stuff patched in.I am trying to write a spook book so new element. Please be gentle and I hope that you like it. 

Please Enjoy

The Author

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It was a very late Saturday Night, in Berlin Germany in the red-light district, next to Rammstein airport, across the main way, it was a very busy night. Over in one of the seedier S & M type clubs, the person that had just come in from the night was not from Germany, he was just here on a forty-eight-hour business trip. This would be his first time, and he had so been looking forward to it. He was every sane person’s nightmare though you would think quite contrary. He was nice and polite and precise to a point; could be pleasant to have conversation with. He was a sturdy six feet tall, had close cut blond hair, and blue eyes and was grinning. He looked pleasant and someone you would think nothing about passing on the street anything of significance had happened. As he went on by and nothing happened and then you had a good day and did not know it, you had been severely lucky.

It had started for him when he was fourteen as most started their teen fumbling and tumbling around. He had a different set of motivations for seeking the comfort, and since they had been the most readily available, he had had a long running series of one guy after the next. There was an equation that would explain why it had been so many, it is something like, ‘When one enjoys hurting, restraining, controlling, even it would be appropriate to say torturing you when you were around him long enough. That equals that when they can first safely do so, they fucking get the hell away from you. So, he moved on and found the next weak-minded person, those that either that are or can be made to be obedient. He was the sort that would work and put you in a very elaborately made harness and suspend you, knowing, that would restrict your breath and make you very uncomfortable. Regardless of what the person in the harness believes because he could convince a Texan to buy sand, it was the basic problem of the universe, evil existed, and for every time you go in a lab and just cannot make something balance out just right, it is possibly because it is not recognized and accounted for? Who knows, but yes it exists, and this young man was a walking personification of it.

Something in him was fundamentally broken, he got pleasure out of using, torturing, and crushing the weak. He was about to move up to also committing the occasional murder, the thought of it really excited him.

As he had steadily become more controlling, and hurting his partners, the behaviors he used were just horrific, but people would not think if you just met him out someplace. He had had one partner who was extremely submissive and really liked him. He just did not understand that Terry Howard did not see him as a person, he saw him as a way, to get his bizarre types of fantasies off with. All Terry cared is that what he was doing felt good to him, even if it did not feel good for his partner, who cared. When he had realized this partner would take quite a bit, he had begun choking him into submission, usually with a rope, cord, the crook of his arm. Regularly made him drink dirty mop water sweetened with sugar, and pretty much any damn thing else he could think of. He had begun to develop a fantasy architecture built upon Erotophonophilia. He would be a case that many at Langley behavioral, would really like to get their hands on this young man, bullet free and see what made his mind work that way. Any that had any common sense would say, “Fuck it, it is immaterial, and he is broken beyond repair, probably already was,” and ended it.

At least by the time Terry had reached that age, whenever he was with a partner, and he was always a total top. The way it was going to be was simply this; Terry fucked the person he was with they did not fuck him. They sucked Terry’s dick, on demand, he did not suck theirs, except for when he was just in the mood for it. If he put his hands on someone else’s dick, it was usually to torture them with extreme edging. Every time he had sex, and he always kept someone, as they did whatever, and it was already running in his mind during the act. He had darkly fantasized about, ending his partner’s life during the act. He would be rough, and tough, but he never acted so he stayed off the radar. Then he had started having the powerful fantasies about doing this and it sort of places him in three more categories. It makes him a lust murderer, with a twist, he feels and will experience a more powerful orgasm because his mind will tell him he is if he really doesn’t. The first time he does it, and he was coming closer to where that would be.

Most psychologists would say that if he carried this act out, it could be a hedonistic killer, and this is someone that does it just because they enjoy the act of killing people, it gives them a sexual thrill. These people exist so it is always best to be aware. Another term, they would probably add when they profiled this was, it was a lust kill. That just means that he likes to kill his partner during the act of sex itself. That was a troublesome mix of things, and not good for people that are regularly around this individual. He wanted a part of his body to be involved when possible as it took place, it just gave him an extra thrill. To him, when it came to a choice of him getting a thrill, and at the cost of your life, there was no hesitation on his part if he had the opportunity. At least he thought that was how it would be, then he had a few lose ends to tie up, and then he would just strike when opportunity allowed. He had to spread it out a little, and keep it random, whenever possible.  

He could remember flashes from earlier, he had been at a lake with a friend wrestling. It was a slow day, and his aunt was way over from them and was reading. No one was looking so he had easily forced his friend to the bottom and held him there with a foot on his chest. His weight and strength had been enough. Of course, he had let him up, but he had thought as he held him, well it made him hard. He pulled his friend further around the hill putting more distance between him and the aunt. He then just stared his friend in the eyes and as he had his back to his aunt would occasionally spit right in his face. The friend, if you could call him that, knew to give him a hand job under the water. He lowered himself down so all you could see was his head sticking out of the water, so one would not be able to tell. If the aunt or anyone else were not around, Terry would probably be making him dive down again and again, to suck him off it would not be the first time.

Terry spoke only so his friend could hear, “When, I say the words, ‘Now bitch’, just dive down and seal your lips tight around my cock under the water and swallow all that I shoot. Just be casual and no one will notice a thing, just two friends swimming, bite me and I will find a way to hold you under till well…”

 

The main reason that they would have been mistaken about the young Terry Howard being pleasant, he was only grinning because of what he was looking at. It had taken nearly a full night of searching for what he was looking for. It was right in front of him and how things had lined up. At the website he used for such things, he had rented that booth and the person in it for an hour. It was at the end of the hall and none of the cameras in the dump were kept up. Yes, he would leave DNA here but there would be so much, how many must come through here, when the going got hard, and the circumstances he bet no one would look too hard. It was time to go, and he checked his tight biking pants, that had a zipper in them. He knew his destination had a booth with a glory hole in it, he also knew who would be manning it tonight, He would get the honor of being Terry’s first and they might not even find it or might give up once he had gone home and their leads ran out.

He opened the door and sitting inside the booth on the other side of the glory hole was not an unattractive young man. He was 19 years old, black headed average built naked young man named, Percy Pierce. He was American as well, he had come here without a good plan, enough money, and had ended up here it was something he would do at night for extra money. He was not happy about it but soon he would have enough money for a ticket back home or perhaps the UK. A very striking and handsome blonde came into his booth, engaged the door lock, and started his hour, and the light came on in the section Percy was in and he came over and looked down at him through the plexiglass. The Wall was half brick and half plexiglass cage.

He smiled and said, “Hey there Percy.”

Percy Pierce was curious how he knew his name so asked, “Do I know you man?”

Terry had started to take his shoes off first, then his pants, next his underwear and a big eight-and-a-half-inch dick fell out and it was already getting hard. He had walked over to the hole that best fit his height of six feet and took some flavored lube out of the pocket of his shorts before he came over. He had grabbed something else but was hiding it in the same big hand that was holding the lube.  It was strawberry flavored so he put the bottle through his hole and said, “Can I use that?” It was to obscure something else, so he waited.

Percy said, “Why not?” He passed it back through and adjusted his stool over to the masked blonde’s hole and adjusted the height on it and got into place and ready.

Outside, Terry had put a little of the flavored lube on his dick and was slowly stroking himself as he once again marveled at even the security camera in the booth being out. They really did not care for their worker’s safety a great deal.  No cameras over at the angle he was doing this either or would pick up where he was. He had a thin, clear spray bottle he carefully squirted the head of his dick once with to make sure he got a good amount. Only he saw it, and it was a little stuff he had brewed up himself. See, he was an educated chemist, even for his age. The best way to kill a story is when you launch into a diatribe of science, but this stuff, was a designer, or synthetic opioid that Terry could go into the lab in his basement and with a half a day’s work, come out with a fair amount. It had several properties he was looking for, it would not cross dry, outer skin of the human body, so he could spray it on his dick all day and it would just eventually evaporate away leaving a trace particulate.

When it met mucus membranes or was digested or injected, different stories all together. He had a friend that worked for him that had tested it and it was testing some 20X more potent than fentanyl. So, this bottle had a tiny overall amount of the drug only a few hundred micrograms in it. As to what it would do to you, if you were exposed to say a sprays worth, it would be approaching what you get when people are in the ER and get Dilaudid injections. One spray of that and you were high, two you were completely wasted, three you were starting to get into trouble. Percy slid his big glistening dick through the hole and now he knew it was time to happen.

He said disarmingly, “If you are in there because you like to suck dick that is one for you. I know I will enjoy it and, I bet it makes you feel wonderful.”

Percy thought, at least he is trying to be a charmer and started working the big cock into his mouth. Must be hot, that strawberry flavored gel and it seemed a bit wet. He just locked down and started to work it. He went for a few minutes, and he started to feel good, as in like one of the best goods you have ever felt, outside of sex.

“Yeah, that feels good just keep on doing what you are doing, little cocksucker.”

From out of the plexiglass, he can see Percy’s dilated eyes and how the lids were shrunk down a little. Plus, he had slowed down a little on the sucking. He pulled his dick out of the hole and sprayed the head of it down with another full squirt and put it back through.

He told Percy, “Put that in your mouth and hold it and let it get good and warm.” He sounded so sweet and disarming, if you heard this voice on the other end of the phone, most people’s instincts were to trust it.

Terry was grinning, this molecule, in the mouth, which of course if a mucous membrane absorbed this stuff great, particularly under the tongue area when it was good and warm. He took a moment to make sure the booth was still secure and looked around for any cameras he might have missed. He did not see any, and his current victim’s mouth was very warm and felt so good.

The drugged minder complied with him and put his dick in his mouth and held it to let it warm good. He was feeling better and better but starting to get a bit sleepy.

Terry said, “Stay awake you faggot cocksucker, you need to make me cum, and you need just a bit more medicine yet. I almost have given you enough, I want the job done and as I leave Germany you leave this world.”

The drugged young man, continued to suck his dick and finally Terry shot his hot load into it, as he termed it, ‘the faggot’s mouth.’

He said, “Oh fuck yeah, try and get as much of that down as you can, one last thing to do Percy.  Lower yourself a little bit and open your mouth wide but leave my dick in it. You can do it; I know you can you little cocksucker. “

As the drugged-up cum guzzler, Terry thought, if he will just get into place, I can finally see what it feels like. He was strangely excited, and it was making him feel good.

He pulled the dick lower, and opened his mouth, as if he was getting ready to take a load. Maybe he was just confused at this point, he was pretty fucked up right now. Outside, Terry had taken to top from the bottle and poured a small stream of it that ran over the surface of the top of his dick and perfectly down into the young man’s nice mouth.

He encouraged him, “You did such a good job, now close your mouth, swallow all you can, all you can’t just hold your mouth closed.”

On the other side Percy rolled up in a fetal position for sleep and said, “Uhm-Hm” He did have his mouth closed and did swallow a big gob of it.

“Have a nice sleep you cock sucking faggot, I am sorry but your days of getting to do that, well I just ended them for you. For being in the process of being drugged to death, you gave decent head. For you, it is over, because I wanted it to be.”

Terry Howards looked on as he fell asleep, he knew unless someone immediately administered some Narcan to this kid he was gone. He was not planning on it, so he had just committed his first but certainly not to be his last lust murder. He took a moment to clean himself off and stuffed himself away. He pulled the baseball cap, that he was wearing on his head down and quickly exited the building and then on out into the night eleven minutes and forty-two seconds later, Percy Pierce stopped breathing, and was gone. The killer had been right, except for one of the younger detectives that did not like the looks of this, it had been ignored.

That night, a plane took off from Rammstein with Terry Howard sitting in business class with a drink of vodka. He looked at the capitol of the Country of Germany. He was running his finger around and round the top of his glass as he thought about secretly spraying the synthetic opioid onto his dick for that poor glory hole faggot to OD on. He just got what he wanted, he wanted dick, I gave him so much he overdosed on it. That little formula he had developed would come in handy.

 

Howard chemical had been a powerful force in the chemical industry for decades now. It was owned by and aging, Wilson Howards, that would be Terry’s father. Both were smart and it would be difficult to get ahead of either one of them in a lab. Terry was more of the true genius type, besides enjoying the process of drugging people to death by feeding them poison off his dick as he is being fellated. Well so far, in the future as opportunity presented itself, who knew? Inside of a lab when the son, Terry was not having fantasies of casually fucking his partner up the ass he laid beside them strangling them with a piece of wire, he was quite talented and very fast. While most chemists were baffled because some idiot project planner had not gotten the chemical equation balanced properly, he would see the correct solution, balance it, change the manufacturing specifications as the change required, case closed. At his young age held more chemical patents than most chemists do by the time they are 45 if they are that type of chemist.

His real passion had been secretly, and quite off the books, working on stuff that would help him when he needed it. His husk of a dad would eventually wither away, and all of this would be his. He was running a series of serums through a centrifuge, and someone said, “Excuse me Dr. Howard.”

He turned and many psychologists would say the young man, he seemed to be about twenty and was up from the mail room. They would say this smaller, black headed young man triggered Terry. His ID tag said, Chris Johnson, and he was not a big guy, but he was eye grabbing. He was not big but fit, and he was neat and clean. Clear eyes of blue are what he used to view the world with, and he kept is face clean shaven. This young man was a possibility, he was afraid that it was time for poor Scott to go, he was already becoming boring.

Terry did what he was so very good at, making people believe he was something he was not. He smiled warmly and said, “Right here good sir, and good morning to you.”

Chris Johnson took a package and got a clipboard and brought him the package and handed it to him. He grinned and said, “Good morning to you to sir.”

He also handed the clipboard over for it to be signed and Terry signed it. While Terry signed it, he asked, “I don’t think I have seen you around here before, just call me Terry.”

“I am Chris, Johnson, if you put them together it would be Chris Johnson.”

Terry smiled and continued to work his magic and talked on.

 

A week later Chris was in Terry’s apartment, sitting in the couch making out heavily. Terry still had Scott Rollins, his current cover as a boyfriend, but he had to secure a replacement first. He liked this one, so he was going all out. They had had a drink earlier and he had added just a drip of his magic spray to Chris’s. It was not enough to be lethal; it would make him feel quite good and relaxed. They had sat talking sharing their drinks and it had finally kicked in and the spider had caught this fly, but this was only a capture mission, most likely. He was laughing a whole bunch and slurring his speech, so knowing the stuff killed your inhibitions, as well as you if you got too much. The handsome blonde stood up and pulled his big dick out, and it was impressive.

He smiled at the young Chris and said, “Come here.”

Chris got up and staggered over to the recliner he was in, and Terry reached a hand, out and steadied him.

“Sit down on the arm of the chair.”

He sat down and seemed to be transfixed by Terry’s big 8-inch cock. He noticed and reached over and placed Chris’s right hand on it.

He had sprayed just another tiny dab of the opioid onto his finger and reached up.

“Chris, open your mouth for me.”

He did and Terry took the wet finger and took his free hand and pulled Chris’s bottom lip down a little and he rubbed the stuff under his tongue. This stuff that Terry had not even derived a name for yet, seemed to make people very docile and compliant. During testing it had showed to have adverse effects to people’s memories directly after dosing, so that was handy. He lovingly applied it sublingually to his new boyfriend. He was also high enough now you could be bossy with him.

“Close your mouth and keep it that way for a few minutes. Take your hand that is on my dick and play with it.”

Chris kept his mouth closed and started to stroke Terry’s big cock.

Once enough time had passed for the drug to absorb in the mouth, “Get down there and suck that big cock.”

The drugged young man, got down between his knees and began to suck on his big dick. Terry was not easy at all about it, he almost immediately grabbed hold of the back of his head and forced him deeper and deeper onto his cock as he gagged in complaint. The rest kind of went in flashes, but not ones Chris was ever consciously aware of fully. Chris being forced up and down on Terry’s huge dick over and over for some time. In the next flash, his hands are zip-tied around his back with one run around his wrists. He is laying on his stomach on the floor, Terry is really plowing him in the ass. He cannot see well, as he has a medium sized plastic bag pulled over his head and there is another zip-tie around his throat, sealing it on his head. Terry had your head turned as far to the right as he can get it to go, safely, and he has laid over so he can look at your face though the plastic, while he is fucking you.

“Hardly seems fair does it faggot? Here I am fucking you raw, plus I seemed to be on the side of the pillow where all the air is. Unfortunately, that means that you, must be the one getting fucked raw by me right now, and on the wrong side of it. I don’t care if it isn’t fair, it feels good.”  

As Terry is laying there feeling good with every powerful thrust, he is landing, he knows the seal of the pillow is not airtight. But it is enough to help him and finally he if shooting off all inside of his brand-new boyfriend, Chris. He was going to find out how addictive his new opioid was and use it and get him addicted to it and use it to control him. As they lie there after Terry had really pounded him hard, Terry reached over with a finger that was a little moist on the end and inserted it into Chris’s mouth. His finger found that area under the tongue, it was a terrible thing to do. He was terrible and terrifying.  

The bigger man spooned his new, one could suppose, boyfriend, okay drop the boyfriend stuff, that was just for looks in the community. He was nothing more than one of the lucky now, as I use him, and he lives to talk about it.  Unfortunately, Scott Rollins would no longer have that opportunity once this night was over. He could take pain well, and you could choke him out over and over and he would, as soon as he had regained his senses, crawl back and suck your dick some more. To appear somewhat normal, one had to do what other people did. Okay, many responsible gay people partner up, some do not, one case is no greater than the other. If that is what you are your partner likes, great for the two of you. He liked a respectable, blue collar working type everyone loved. That he could slowly begin the process of completely breaking him down and making him into what I want. If he can, great, finally, but if not, throw him on the heap as of now and Chris Johnson was on deck.

Till tonight then.

 

End Chapter (I)

The Walking Nightmare

Tiny and the Beast

I started jr. high school in the fall of 1979, I was small for my age and all through grade school, was given the nick name of Peewee. I wasn’t really picked on and had a group of friends that always included me. I was a little concerned about starting jr. high school, in our school the jr. high was in the same building as the sr. high. I was worried the older kids might not be as kind. Once school started, I discovered that all the other kids in my class, had the same unfounded concern. Our school was set up to also bring kids in from two other elementary schools, so our class grew by about twenty more students. One of those students was Joey Thomas.

After the first day of school, all the boys that were interested in playing football were to meet in the locker room. The coach went over all the information and gave us the parental permission slips and we checked out all our gear. Our first practice would be the next day. I took my slip home for my parents to sign, dad was proud, but mom was worried. She said all the bigger kids would run over me. Dad laughed and told her it would be good for me and toughen me up. Dad signed the slip for me.

The next day we all suited up in our pads and helmet and headed out to the practice field, feeling all tough and grown up. Coach had us line up and do conditioning drills for the first part of the practice. After drills, he had us in a long line and was starting to put us in the position that he thought we might be playing. Somehow, I ended up standing next to Joey. He was about 6-8 inches taller and 20-30 pounds heavier than me, I would guess we looked pretty funny standing next to each other. Coach was pulling guys out and telling them to stand in this group or that group. He worked his way down the line and got to me standing next to Joey and I saw him chuckle.

He pointed to me, “ok, you, the Beast, I need you in that group.” The rest of the team laughed as I ran to where he pointed.

He then looked at Joey again, with a chuckle, “and you Tiny, I want you over there.” Again, the rest of the team erupted in laughter. From that point on I was Beast and Joey was Tiny, and we became best friends. Soon enough the rest of the school had no idea what our real names were, even the teachers were using our nick names. Tiny of course was staring in our first game, I was a second-string player, but the coach was good about working all of us into the game. As long as we worked hard in practice, we got to play in the games. Tiny and I even had a small fan club that our friends in our class formed. Whenever he would make a good play, they chanted “Tiny, Tiny, Tiny” and whenever I went into a game they would yell “The Beeeeast” as I ran on the field. If nothing else, we got a lot of funny looks from the opposing teams. We had fun and both of us played football throughout our high school years. There is even a picture of us in our yearbook with our backs to the camera, Tiny had his arm around my shoulder. We had bought shirts with our names on the back, Tiny has his head turned looking down at me and smiling, the caption read, “Buddies forever”. I love that picture.

Neither of us played any other sport, but we were always together after school. Our parents knew each other and all I had to say was, “I’m going to Tiny’s house” and mom would say ok, see you later. Tiny would say the same thing and our parents never worried. We could just walk into each other’s houses and head straight the bedroom to study or play cards or whatever we planned. Our moms would just set the table for the extra kid without even asking if we were staying. We even called each other’s mothers, mom.

When we turned sixteen, we both got parttime jobs and each bought our first car. In the early eighties you could buy a decent used car for under a $1000.00. We helped each other work on our cars and then spend Saturday night “cruising main”. All our other friends were doing the same and we would all meet up at the grocery store parking lot and make plans for the night. Most of our friends were starting to date girls and soon were going steady. Tiny and I both remained single and when everyone else was out on their dates, we would find something else to do. Often, we would end up back at one of our houses.

It was January of our Junior year, it was cold outside and most of our friends were with their girlfriends. Tiny called me.

“Hey, what do you want to do tonight?”

I said, “it’s too cold to go out, my folks are out of town this weekend, why don’t you come over here.”

He said, “sounds good, I’ll be there in about a half an hour.”

I got an Atari for Christmas and the new Frogger game. (Atari was one of the first video game consoles, it was state of the art in 1983.) Since mom and dad were gone, I was able to hook it up to the color tv instead of the portable black and white that I had in my room. I was all set up by the time Tiny got to my house, he walked in with a mischievous grin.

I asked, “what are you up to?”

He smiled as he pulled a bottle out of a bag, “I took this from my older brother.” It was a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps.

I said, “that will warm us up on a cold winter night.”

He nodded, “yep, I told mom I was sleeping over.”

I smiled, “perfect.”

We sat on the floor playing Frogger and taking turns taking swigs from the bottle. Before long we were both getting a little tipsy. We were laughing and having a hard time playing our game and teasing each other every time the little frog on the screen went splat. (If you ever played the game, you have heard that sound, it is pretty funny, but it was even funnier when you are a drunk 17-year-old.)

When we had just about finished the bottle, (in our defense, it was only half full when we started), I was working my frog across the road and was run over.

Tiny started to giggle, “oh my God dude, you are terrible at this game.” He hit me on the shoulder, pushing me onto my side.

I came back up, “oh yeah, I’m better than you, butthead.” I dove on top of him as he fell onto his back, and we started to wrestle around. I knew that if he really wanted, he could pick me up and throw me across the room, but he was having fun with me and letting me think I was getting the better of him. He was just laughing at me as I was trying to keep him pinned to the floor. He gave me an evil smile and pushed off and, in a flash, I was on my back and Tiny had me pinned down and I couldn’t move.

He grinned, “so, do you give up?”

I squirmed under him, “no, never.” He held me down tighter as I tried to wiggle free. I got one arm free and without even thinking, I pulled him down a planted a kiss right on his lips. Tiny’s eyes went wide, and he pulled back and looked at me. Again, without thinking about the consequences I wrapped both my arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss. This time he kissed back, and our tongues started to dance, I felt my dick start to swell, I wasn’t sure, but I think Tiny’s cock was doing the same.

He rolled over and I was now laying on top off him, we never broke our kiss. I knew I had been starting to be attracted to guys, but I hadn’t told anyone about those feeling, much less admitted to myself that I might be gay. If I had talked to anyone about it, it would have been Tiny.

I broke our kiss and we just stared into each other’s eyes, neither of us had said anything. I just pushed on and reached down to pull his shirt off. He didn’t resist and ran my hands across his chest, tweaking his nipples along the way. Tiny was just watching me as I worked my way down and started to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips as I pulled them and his underwear down, his hard dick flopped out and landed on his stomach. I have seen Tiny’s dick many times in the locker room, but this time it was so different, mostly because it was hard. I took it in my hand and gave it a couple strokes as he continued to just watch me have my way with him. A drop of precum formed on the head and I instinctively bent down and licked it off. I had never touched a dick before, much less tasted one, but I knew I liked it. I looked up at him as I licked further, then took the head into my mouth. He gasped slightly as my lips closed around him, his hands went to the back of my head.

Tiny began to moan and groan as I started to bob up and down on his cock. I held his dick with one hand as I sucked him deeper with each stoke, I used the other hand to start to message his nuts. I felt them start to tighten and his breathing became heavy. I released his dick as he looked down at me disappointed. I stood, stripped my clothes off as quickly as I could, finally freeing my aching cock.

Tiny asked what I was doing as I left the room to go get a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. I was rubbing some on my hole as I walked back into the room.

Tiny realized what I was doing and looked at me, “are you sure?”

I just nodded as I walked over and straddled him and started to lower myself onto his waiting cock. I smeared his dick with the Vaseline and squatted further down until I felt his dick at my entrance. Tiny looked at me wide eyed as I eased the head of his cock past the first ring of muscle in my hole. I paused to get used to the invasion, soon enough, any discomfort was replaced with pure pleasure. I few seconds later I was sitting on his lap and his cock was all the way inside my ass. I smiled down at Tiny as I started to bounce up and down, trying to milk his cock dry. My hard dick was bouncing with each thrust, hitting my stomach and then his, each time. I started to feel lightheaded and before I could process it, my dick was spewing out a huge load of cum all over Tiny, myself, and the floor. The sight of my shooting cock sent Tiny over the edge, and he filled my gut with his hot seed. I felt it leaking out of my ass as I slowly pulled off him. We laid on the floor in silence as we caught our breath, I wasn’t sure what to say.

After a few minutes, we got up and cleaned up, I was suddenly worried about a cum stain on my mom’s carpet. We went back to playing Frogger and didn’t talk about what had just happened. We finally went to bed, and I tried to sleep, from the tossing and turning, I think Tiny was having trouble sleeping too.

The next morning, I woke up and looked over at Tiny, he was also awake.

I asked, “are you ok?”

He nodded then asked, “how long have you wanted to do that?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t know I did until you were on top of me, and I just wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry.”

He said, “it’s ok, I guess if I am being honest, I may have been a little bit curious.”

I leaned up on my elbow, “so, are you mad at me?”

He shook his head, “no, I’m not mad, I just don’t know what all this means.”

I sat up and leaned back against my headboard, “Tiny, I think I know what it means for me.”

He sat up too and asked, “what does it mean?”

I took a deep breath, “I’m gay.” I watched to see his reaction.

He turned to me, “I’m sorry Beast, but I’m not.”

My heart sank, shit, he’s going to flip out and I’m going to lose my best friend. I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye.

He put his arm around my shoulder, “it’s ok. I’m sorry, but I just didn’t enjoy it as much as it looked like you did.”

I nodded as the tears began to fall down my cheek, “It’s ok, I’m sure you want to leave now and never see me again. I understand.”

Tiny pulled me close, “hey, no, not at all, you are my best friend. I would never abandon you like that. I don’t care if you are gay, but I don’t think I want to do what we did again.”

I wiped a tear away, “so, you aren’t mad at me?”

He smiled at me, “not at all, we are Tiny and the Beast, you can’t break us up.”

I forced a smile, “thank you, that means a lot to me.”

He said, “that’s what friends do. I’ll help you through this, you know you can talk to me about anything. Are you going to tell your parents?”

I shrugged, “not yet, I have a lot to work through first. You will keep this quiet, won’t you?”

He nodded, “of course, I won’t tell anyone.”

I gave him a big hug and we got out of bed and made ourselves some breakfast before he went home. I was still worried that things would be different between us, but my fears were put to rest Monday when Tiny wrapped me in a headlock when I showed at school and said, “hey runt, you ready for that history test.” Yep, things were still good between us.

We finished high school, and both headed off to college. I went to a state college about 3 hours away and Tiny went to the local community college. I finally came out to my parents after the first year and I would get together with Tiny every time I was back home. Those visits were becoming less frequent as the years went by. Tiny met a nice girl and when I was home for Christmas, we all went out for New Year’s Eve, and they announced they were getting married. I was happy for them, and I was honored to be his best man. About the only time we are able to get together now is when I come to our high school reunions. He is always the first person I would seek out when I showed up. We have now been out of school for 38 years.

I was home visiting family recently, when I ran into Sherry, Tiny’s wife. She wrapped me in a hug as she started to cry.

She asked, “when did you get home?”

I smiled, “just got here today, I was going to call you guys this afternoon so we could get together tonight, where’s Tiny.”

She was still crying, “he’s at home, we just found out last week, he has stage 4 cancer and it’s pretty aggressive.”

I started to cry as I gave her another hug, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to say or do.”

She forced a smile, “I know, will you come to the house today, he would love to see you?”

I nodded, “of course I will, as long as he is up for company.”

She said, “if it’s you, he will be glad to see you.”

I followed her back to the house, and we had a nice long visit. I was glad to be able to spend some time with Tiny, but I was sad that this might be the last time that we could reminisce. I bawled like a baby the next day as I drove home. I started to call Tiny every week after that, as the time passed, I could hear him getting weaker and our talks got shorter as he tired quickly.

Six months after I was last home, I was driving back to help lay my friend to rest. I will be forever grateful to Joey “Tiny” Thomas for all the love and support he gave me during a very difficult time in my life. I can only hope that I was as good a friend to him as he was to me. RIP my friend.

 

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This story was inspired by true events, while I admit the sex was embellished, the rest of the story is mostly true. I just found out that my good friend from high school was just diagnosed with cancer. So, this a small tribute to him.

Joe was standing over the kitchen sink thinking back when things between Theodore and him were going well. Joe called him Theodore now. Ever since the fight they had about him fucking his old girlfriend and hadn’t had the smarts to keep his mouth shut and not tell Teddy.

The man came unglued.

Joe was definitely bi and wasn’t concerned with labels. He liked men. He liked woman. He only thought of himself as just… horny!

“You fucked your old girl friend? What the fuck?” Teddy screamed.

“But Teddy, we have an open relationship.” Joe tried to reason.

Teddy responded by walking away from Joe and slamming their bedroom door.

After that, Theodore had remained silent towards Joe for 2 days. He slowly came out of his angered fog with one word replies and grunts.

Before that, things were going pretty good. Joe had met Teddy and moved in with him after only about three months of first dating each other. They had been a typical happy gay couple, but they were two complete opposites. Teddy was a big bear of a man covered in tattoos. He looked like he could bench press 350 pounds and grow a beard in twelve minutes.

Joe was shorter. A skinny kind of hip cat with sort of a resemblance to Iggy Pop. He used to be a rock and roll drummer that had finally cut his long hair and gave up the sticks for a boring day job.

Joe just shook it off. Their sex life had waned a bit and seemed like it had lost a little steam since they’d moved in together. Teddy had said it was just the NRE that was dissipating. (This was one of Teddy’s many quotes from Dan Savage’s podcast that Teddy listened to faithfully. NRE is gay speak for New Relationship Energy).

But fucking his old Japanese girlfriend wasn’t the smartest thing to do, even though they had an open relationship. Joe had a feeling that it was a bit past the “open relationship” rules. And it put a complete stop to the twice weekly blow jobs that the big man would give Joe. And as he knew, Teddy loved to suck cock. Plus, he was great at it.

Joe always thought Teddy was the best combination. He was what Joes called a cock hungry top. He even liked to eat ass. Not something Joe liked to do. But Teddy’s blow jobs… Whew! Man, oh man! That bear knew how to suck a dick.

Joe looked over the backyard through the kitchen window and started to get hard thinking back on most days when he would wake up with a screaming hard-on, pull his thong off and then gently kiss Teddy till he woke up. Eventually he’d get his motor going enough to start something.

If it was a weekend Joe would more than likely end up face down, buns up on the bed with Teddy’s cock buried deep in his ass. It was the second-best thing Joe loved about living with the big bear of a man. Teddy would grind into him forcing his legs apart seeing how far he could get his cock up into his hole. And damn, he was good at fucking, especially when he got a little rough.

But generally, on the weekdays, he would climb the big man, kissing and nibbling his hairy bear skin, stopping to suck on his tasty nipples. Even nosing in and licking his hairy pits, then continue kissing all the way up to his face.

“Climb onto my chest, Baby. I got to have some of your morning wood.” Teddy would say.

Joe would straddle the big man’s chest lean over him with his hands on the bed’s headboard. Sometimes, Teddy would lube up his middle finger with spit and push it into Joe’s ass as he inhaled his cock.

And if it took longer than ten minutes for Joe to cum, he would get another middle digit from the other hand up his ass. Teddy would have both of his big meaty hands gripping on either side of Joe’s firm buns as he sucked Joe’s dick down his throat.

This usually sent Joe into a frenzy, pushing him over the edge. Joe would release his load into the fat man’s gut as he tried his best to swallow Joe’s load.

 

The thought of these memories had gotten Joe so hard; he needed to jack off. He always had a good amount of cum in his balls every morning and he needed them drained. It’s just what he was used to. Along time ago he used to think that was why he would wake up in the morning hard and ready.

Before the “girlfriend fight” Joe would either get a great bear blowjob in the morning or if he was pressed for time, have a quick toss in the shower before heading off to work.

But that was how it used to be.

 

Joe stopped dry humping the front of the kitchen sink and pulled his cock out of his pajama bottoms. He was waiting for the coffee to finish so that he could make a cup for himself and Theodore. This was something he would still do every morning trying to get back on Theo’s good side.

Hell, he had to make his cup anyway.

Well, he thought to himself, he might as well whack off right here in the kitchen. He knew he wasn’t going to get any sex from Theodore.

 

Joe had the coffee cups ready and near the side of the sink as he started to stroke himself. God, this felt good, he thought. In the kitchen window he could see his reflection as he pulled on his cock. One of his favorite visual turn-ons was watching the motion of men when they fucked. There’s something so animalistic and depraved about it.

He imagined his reflection in the window was someone else fucking him in front of the kitchen sink. Before he knew it he started to cum. The first of it hit the back of the sink and then the next glob hit one of the coffee cups, landing on the inside rim. Feeling like he had to contain his eruption quickly he grabbed the coffee cup with the drip of cum in it and pulled it closer to his cock.

He pushed the tip of his dick down into the cup to catch the rest.

After his breath slowed down, he wiped any leftover cum residue from the sink. Joe looked down at his jizz in the bottom of the cup.

“Right! That’ll be Theodore’s cup. He always likes a little sweet cream in his coffee.”

When the coffee machine had finished, Joe filled up both cups and added a little more cream and sugar to Theodore’s, stirred it and then headed upstairs.

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After that first day, he kept making Theodore’s coffee with his special man milk. He knew it was passive aggressive. The weird thing was, Theodore never mentioned that his coffee tasted different.

Joe even laughed to himself calling it “Joe-Joe cream,” combining his name with the old coffee nickname.

This went on for about two weeks and then Theodore asked Joe to sit down after he had gotten home from work.

Joe was thinking he was going to break up with him and he was prepared for the worst.

“Joe, you know I still love you. I want to put our little spat behind us. I’m sorry I got so mad at you about you fucking your old girlfriend. I sometimes forget that your bi and when you told me that you still find woman sexually attractive, I felt… well, jealous. But after thinking about it for a while I now feel I was being irrational and just plain silly.”

Joe breathed out a sigh of relief and then Teddy said, “But one thing I have come to love is the extra cream you put in my coffee every morning.”

 Then Teddy smiled and grabbed Joe’s hand leaning in toward him and said, “But I think in the future, I would prefer to get it from the source.”

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I woke up feeling dreadful, and yet, my cock was still hard as rock, all while I had the most intense wet dream ever since the day I could have one. I couldn’t get the image of my best friend fucking my father out of my mind. Even as I got to fall asleep, my dreams were plagued by Andrew fucking Hauer cornhole-ing my dad’s upturned ass. What’s worse is when I was about to wake up, Andrew was gone and was replaced by myself standing behind my father, POV if you must, fucking his silly little brains out, screaming “fuck me, son!” over and over as I drove my particularly large tool in and out of his slick chute.

“Fucking hell.” I muttered before putting the pillow over my face and screaming silently into oblivion. “This is beyond fucked up.” I muttered as I got out of bed and took a cold shower to will my dick to go down. When I got out, I remembered Andrew was still with us but when I looked over at the airbed, it still looked as if it hadn’t been used. A feeling of anger washed all over me because I knew for a fact that he slept in dad’s bed last night. I dressed up for a run and crept silently towards the house door. When I passed by dad’s room, I heard the unmistakable sound of moaning, but, I stopped dead in my tracks because I heard something different this time.

“You like that, son? You like daddy screwing your perky little muscle ass?” I heard my dad say. What the fuck? I stood absolutely still, afraid that they might hear any form of movement. 

“Yes daddy!” Andrew moaned. “Fuck me.” He groaned then in a whisper, he said. “Fuck me like how you’d want to fuck your son.”

I was mortified. I was appalled. I was harder than I could’ve ever been in my life. 

“Say my name.” Andrew blurted out. 

“Andrew, son.” Dad moaned. I heard a slap. 

“No. Say my fucking name.” Andrew said devilishly, menacingly. It was hot. 

“Fuck.” My dad moaned. “Jared, my son.”

“Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you’ve imagined this.” I was speechless, but, I also felt my dick spewing copious amounts of precum and it was starting to soak my jock. 

“I want this son. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life. Jared, fuck!” I could hear the rhythmic slapping getting faster. I could hear Andrew’s moans getting deeper.

“Breed me. Cum in me like how you’ve imagined doing to your Jared.” Andrew said kind of loudly, enough to wake me up if I were still in bed. 

“Shhh. You might wake Jared.” Dad said. “Fuuuuck. I like it when you do that.” My dad said loudly. 

“Now who’s being noisy?” I could feel Andrew smirking and whatever he did, he did it again because my dad howled. If I didn’t wake up to Andrew’s earlier, that howl definitely would. 

“I’m cumming. I’m gonna breed your tight naughty ass.” My dad said, almost kind of screaming. 

“Breed me daddy. Maybe next time, it’ll be Jared’s hole you’ll be coming in for real.” My dad moaned so loud I believe Andrew’s dad Jonah could’ve heard it from across the lot. 

I came. Inside my jock and my running shorts. I was soaked and I didn’t even touch myself. 

When I regained composure, I silently crept down the stairs and out the house and dashed as fast as I could. I needed to clear my head. I needed to focus. No matter how fast my anger rose last night and earlier today, it dissipated in an instant when I heard dad wanting to fuck me, too. I was confused, still a little angry, but most of all, extremely turned on. It was like I didn’t cum from the stairs earlier this morning. “Focus, you dumbass.” I said to myself as I ran. 

I just ran. The fresh air helped a bit in clearing my mind. I realized that it was one thing to want my dad, it was another for my best friend to betray me like that. It took more than an hour to sort the stuff in my head and as soon as I was done running, I needed to get even. Well, maybe not even, but I needed to tell Andrew’s dad, Jonah, that his son has been screwing my dad for god knows how long. At the end of my run, I ended up in front of the Hauer house.

I know Jonah was inside because he works from home, just like my dad, and they usually go to their office together. Dad’s staying home today so I knew he was, too. Perks of being the owner, I guess. When nobody answered even after I rang the doorbell, I went inside. He might not have heard me when I knocked or rang because that office of his is almost soundproof.

I walked slowly, didn’t know why I had to do that but for some reason, something didn’t seem right. When I got near Jonah’s office, he wasn’t there. 

And then, there it was. The unmistakable sound of rhythmic slapping. Andrew’s dad has a woman in his room. I giggled a bit and turned around, but when I was about to leave, I heard something that has brought back everything I’ve been feeling earlier and more. 

“Is that Eric’s cum?” Jonah said.

“Yeah. Fuck me faster dad. Use Jared’s dad’s cum as lube. Breed me, too.” Andrew moaned as he said those words. 

This cannot get anymore fucked up, and yet, I was still hard as rock.

I always liked girls, but for some reason, early on, I realized, that I also like cute guys. I was confused and a bit embarrassed too.

Frankly, my perfect partner would be a girl, who accepts that I am bisex and is open to bisexual MMF. Goes without saying, I would accept all her special kinks too.

I degrees. . . . .

At that time, I was also a rowing instructor, and luck would have it, when I was 18 I met a cute guy who was part of the group I was teaching how to row.

He was 20 and we hit it off very quickly. Often after the class was done, in the evening, he started staying with me when I was putting the boats out of the water. As things stand, when you are in the world of rowing, changing clothes, without being shy about it is something standard. Hence, I was changing into short from trunks in front of him, no problem. He did the same.

I was trying not to be too obvious and look at him and staying cool was getting harder and harder, until I actually got hard one evening when we were about to change clothes.

We were alone there and he saw my erection. I was embarrassed, but he said that it is fine and that he has the same problem, keeping it down in front of me. Then he asked me if I like guys and I had to be honest. I said, that it seems I do, but I never did anything.

He pulled his trunks down, revealing a lovely circumcised cock, all smooth too and I was suddenly, hard as a rock. He was slowly stroking his cock and came closer to me.

At that time, I stopped thinking rationally, and like all horny teens, I wanted more. I took his cock, rather shyly in my hand and started stroking him.

He pulled my trunks down and was stroking me too. He pushed me on the bench, and was standing in front of me. I could not continue myself. I started sucking him slowly, and he was guiding me how to do it. Before long, I had a finger in his ass and his cock in my mouth all the way.

He stopped me before he climaxed and then said, it is his turn. He kneeled and took my cock in his mouth. He took his time, sucking and fingering me.

I warned him when I was close, but he kept on going. I climaxed hard in his mouth and he took it all. He had me stand up, and he sat on the bench. He turned me around and was rimming me and fingering me.

I knew what was about to happen, but I wanted it. He slipped his cock slowly and carefully deep inside me and was fucking me and stroking me. I climaxed soon after.

We went into the river to cool off, and were kissing each other and exploring our bodies.

The next day I had the pleasure of fucking him too.

This is how I discovered that I am bisex and that I like cute guys and that I am versatile, but mostly top.

The 45 senior Anderson High School Students and their four teachers were excited in front of the Wintergarden Theatre. They were about to see a March 1982, 2:00 PM Wednesday matinee of the hit Broadway musical Cats, during this one-day class trip. Following the three-hour school bus drive from Oakdale, Pennsylvania, they were dropped off on 47th Street in Manhattan. The group went to the famous Mama Leone’s Italian restaurant where they had the fancy all you can eat buffet lunch. Then it was a few blocks walk to the theater on 51st Street.

 Teachers gave out tickets to the students, the group entered the bustling theater, ushers ripped their tickets, they all went upstairs to the mezzanine and took their seats. There was one lone male student who had snuck away in the lobby, now he rushed back out of the theater.

 Handsome masculine Matthew Evans who had just turned 18, was wearing khakis, a blue button-down shirt and a blue cardigan. He was medium height, thin and had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was gay; out of necessity he was deeply in the closet though true to himself inside. He’d known and struggled with his sexuality for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t help how felt, he never liked girls like his friends did. When Matthew looked in the mirror he was confused, he saw what everyone else saw, a normal young man who had a deep voice and who gave firm handshakes, not the faggot he knew he really was. He liked boys, their faces, bodies and cocks.

 He told no one of his feelings, he acted straight with his straight friends and passed as straight, laughing at his circle’s crude fag jokes. Shamefully, he even helped his friends gay bash another student. They taunted an effeminate  boy named Bret in gym class, then they egged him on to suck them all off in the locker room while they called him slurs. They slapped him around afterward.

Matthew had watched in fascination as Bret was on his knees before his group of friends who had taken their dicks out of their gym shorts for Bret to suck. Matthew was thrilled to see all his friends’ gorgeous dicks on view. Seeing Bret suck them was profound, it was what Matthew really wanted to do! He wanted to be on his knees sucking his hot friends’ dicks! When Bret was sucking his dick, Matthew grinned, called him bad names, and spat on him, to impress his friends. He also paid attention as to how Bret sucked dick, Matthew knew he would be doing that one day. His friends didn’t want to fuck Bret as that was thought to be too gay. Still, this group of earthy high school seniors repeatedly got covertly sucked off by Bret in the locker room. Bret endured the slurs and slaps, to have the obviously fulfilling privilege of sucking his tormentors’ dicks. That made an impression on Matthew, that humiliation was part of being gay.

 Matthew had a pretend girlfriend for show. He strategically became involved with Margaret; she was from a strict Catholic family. Sex, therefore, was out of the question. He could barely muster up the ardor for kissing and light touching when they were at the movies or in alone in a parked car.  

 Secretly, he went to downtown Oakdale and bought gay porno magazines and lurid pulp novels to jerk off to. His favorite book was about the teenage, confused innocent virgin blond Greg who worked in a gas station. A sexy hung biker shows up and seduces Greg in the men’s room. Greg now knowing what he really is, has sex with several men in the area before going off with the biker on his motorcycle to live happily ever after. Matthew reread and reveled in the vulgar descriptions of male-on-male sex and wanted to be Greg. Matthew also bought the Village Voice, the Manhattan alternative newspaper to learn about gay life.  

 Matthew’s plan was to be back in front the Wintergarden theater at 4:45 PM when Cats ended and then rejoin the group for the bus trip home. He would claim that he had felt sick and needed air, he’d say he waited across the street outside in the office building plaza. He knew he would get away with lying; he was good looking and popular. The teachers would just be relieved that he turned back up.

 Matthew walked one block to Eighth Avenue. There it was, the Adonis! From reading the Village Voice, he knew it was a premier gay porn theater that showed major fuck films and where sex went on between men. Matthew’s seven-inch cut dick got so hard in his khakis just looking at that mecca, it was a paradise of temptations. He was filled with his pent-up desires. He would get to see a porno movie for the first time! He planned to fulfill his dream of sucking dick there. Maybe he could even get fucked there! Those things he couldn’t do back home, where people he knew would find out what he really was and treat him harshly for being a fag. Here, where no one knew him he could behave freely.

 He went to the window and put a $5 bill down, the indifferent cashier took it, Matthew walked through the turnstile. The ornate lobby was dim and decorated with Greek nude male statues. Matthew opened the door to the theater. Wow! There on the big screen was a young white guy giving a blowjob to an older black muscle guy! Matthew was jolted. He walked upstairs to the balcony; he’d read there was action there. Being 2:20 in the afternoon, it wasn’t very crowded and most guys he saw were much older and not appealing. He sat down and watched the movie; he was just so happy for this experience.  

 A few minutes later, a man entered Matthew’s row and pushed past him. Matthew saw that the man was tall, had a lean body, was in his early 20’s but seemed mature. He was wearing scruffy button-fly jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. His masculine clean-shaven face looked tough, and his brown hair was in a crewcut. The man sat down next to him! “Oh my God!” thought Matthew, as his dick grew even more swollen in his khakis. He heard a belt being undone. Matthew stared from the corner of his eye, the man was stroking his big hard uncut dick, his floppy balls were on the seat! The head of the man’s dick looked stunning, like a sculpture with its etched ridges. Matthew felt the man’s hand on the back of his neck guiding him to his crotch and hardon. This was IT!

 Instantly, Matthew reflexively opened his lips and hollowed his mouth; he thought of Bret giving blowjobs in the school locker room. Matthew now had a dick in his mouth for the first time! IT tasted and smelled like heaven. He eagerly licked the man’s head and shaft. Matthew was FINALLY sucking a cock! He tasted its intoxicating precum! The man was silent as Matthew continued servicing him as best he could, he even tried suckling his balls. The man pulled Matthew’s head off his cock and was now puffing on a cigarette.

 “Pretty good for your first time, kid” said the man in his deep Irish-accented voice. “Oh I can tell, it’s your first time.”

 “Thanks. Yes sir, it is my first time, I tried my best” said the blushing Matthew whose lips were moist with his saliva and the man’s precum.

 “You were doing just great kid, but your first time should be special, I live around the corner” said the man as he bent his head over and down, he kissed Matthew on the mouth. He responded and their tongues meshed. Feeling the man’s stubble against his face electrified Matthew. The man grabbed Matthew’s hand and put it on his hard cock, Matthew played with it and those balls, feeling their warmth and power, as they continued making out. “I want to fuck the shit out of you with my big cock” growled the man in Matthew’s ear as he nibbled on it. “Do you want my big cock up your ass, kid?”

 “Yes, I do” whined Matthew.

 “Say please.”

 “Please fuck me with your big cock.”

 “Then let’s get the fuck out of here!” growled the man, redoing his belt. They stood up to leave, Matthew felt faint when he felt the man firmly grope his tender fleshy ass.

 “I’m Rory” said the 22-year-old man outside.

 “I’m Matthew.”

 “Pleased to meet you, Matthew.”

 They walked around the corner on 49th Street, reaching a common old tenement building halfway down the block. Rory took out a key, opened it and they walked up three flights of stairs. Rory took out a key and opened the front door. The apartment was spare and old-fashioned, reminding Matthew of Robert De Niro’s place in Taxi Driver.

 Sitting on a couch watching television, smoking a cigarette and sipping whiskey from a shot glass, was a muscular man a few years older than Rory, his youthful craggy face was similar and even more commanding, his brown hair was also in a crewcut. All he was wearing was a pair of white Fruit of the Loom underwear, Matthew saw that he was visibly packing.

 “Matthew, this my older brother Sean.”

 “Nice to meet you Sean.”

“Likewise.”

 “Matthew was just sucking my cock over at the Adonis, it was his first time, he wants to be fucked. I promised to make that special for him” laughed Rory.

 “Fuck yeah! We’ll give you a special time Matty! Now get the fuck over here and begin by sucking my fucking cock!” bellowed Sean in his Irish accent.

 Matthew became even redder at being spoken to like that, it turned him on. In his khakis, blue shirt and blue sweater, Matthew strode over to Rory who had tossed off his underwear. Matthew was awestruck, Sean’s uncut dick was even bigger and more beautiful than Rory’s.

 Matthew got between Sean’s spread legs and sunk to his knees. His young eyes took in the arresting sight of this slab of man meat accompanied by two hairy bull balls attached to a sexy dominant man. He couldn’t open his mouth fast enough to take it in. His silky tongue licked the prominent ridged head, lapping up the droplets of tasty precum. His mouth slathered all over the shaft.

 “Aye! What a fine sight! A beautiful boy with his lovely mouth stuffed full of cock!” opined Rory.

 “Yeah! That’s it! Work that tongue! Hey, watch those teeth, curl you lips tighter! Aye, I’ll make a pro cocksucker out of you!” barked 25-year-old Sean as 18-year-old Matthew continued orally worshiping his manhood.

 “Get busy on me!” demanded the now nude Rory who took a seat next to his brother on the couch. Matthew now switched his oral attentions to Rory and then back to Sean. As time went on, Matthew developed new and expert cock sucking skills under the brothers’ tutelage. He was on his knees alternatively deepthroating the siblings’ engorged organs and pigging out on their ample balls.

 “Aye! It’s high time that this pouf was broken in!” declared Sean.  

 “Well my older brother, you may have the honor!” laughed Rory.

 “Take your fucking clothes off, you little slut!” yelled Sean. “A little slut who goes to strange men’s houses in the middle of the day hunting for cock! You’ve come to the right place!”

 Matthew quickly undressed and stood in the living room nude, his sinewy body, nubile ass, aching hardon and dangling young balls were on display for the brothers delight.

 “Somebody is very excited!” chortled Rory.

 “Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Will you look at that glorious ass! It’ll be a grand pleasure indeed to pop that cherry!” guffawed Sean. “To the bed!” The aroused trio moved to the small bedroom with its queen-sized tattered mattress.

 “Get on your hands and knees and arch your back” commanded Sean.

 Matthew did as he was told. He couldn’t believe that what was going to happen, was going to happen. He’d fantasized about this for a long time, he was going to get fucked! Sean grabbed a tub of Vaseline; he slathered his cock and Matthew’s ass hole. Matthew was delirious by the sensation of his ass being touched by a man and by the sensation of the Vaseline spread on it. He was in ecstasy feeling Sean thrusting one of his greased-up fingers up his chute.

 “Aye! Nice and tight! Nothing’s been up there before!” laughed Sean. “I’m to be the first!”

 “AWWWWW!” wailed Matthew as Sean rammed his greased big hard cock into his tiny clean pink ass hole. Sean and the babbling Matthew could feel his ass membranes splitting open to take in a big dick and then contract around it, this was mutually exhilarating. Sean’s cock was now up and in Matthew’s inner regions. Sean slowly withdrew it, then quickly rammed it back in, Matthew was getting involuntarily acclimated to having a big dick up his ass. Sean soon began fucking him from behind in earnest, the old in out was underway.

 “Oh yes! Yes!” Matthew was in a state of bliss, he was getting what he’d long wanted from a sexy man who knew how to give it to him. Sean’s fuck rhythm intensified causing Matthew to scream with pleasure like a girl, his pulsating 18-year-old dick spasmed, bursts of his copious cum blasted onto the bed. The sweated-up Sean grunted and groaned as he hammered away at that formerly virgin ass. Soon, he was blasting his load into Matthew’s anal canal. Matthew was overcome with by the joy of having the man who had fucked him cumming in his ass. There was a loud slosh sound as Sean withdrew his cock from Matthew’s ravaged and gurgling ass, it’s crack riddled with man seed.

 Instantaneously, the randy Rory plunged his lubricated member brusquely into Matthew’s asshole. Rory’s expert fucking brought Matthew to another shattering orgasm. Rory soon was shooting off his load into Matthew. Rory pulled his cock out of Matthew’s ass; the three sated young men lay in the soiled bed panting.

 Matthew was glowing and overcome with emotion. He’d done it! He’d become the gay man he wanted to be! He’d taken dick in his mouth and up his ass from two sexy men! It had all been so incredibly special! He looked at his watch, it was 4:10 PM, he would have just enough time to clean up and get over to the theater by 4:45 PM to meet his school group.

 “I need to use your bathroom; I have to get going” said Matthew. It had been some day! Bret was watching Cats, while Matthew had been sucking cock and getting his ass fucked.

 “Aye, hold your horses! Savor the afterglow of this momentous occasion of two sexy beasts taking your virginity!” laughed Sean as he rose and returned to the bed with a bottle of whiskey and shot glasses. He opened a pack of Marlboro Reds. The youthful trio guzzled and smoked; the coughing Matthew learned to smoke his first cigarette. He felt drowsy…

                                                                        ***

“The role is of a young cop; it has five lines. You’ll be able to join the Screen Actors Guild, this a big break!” So, I described the part in question in a Manhattan-set major feature film starring Sylvester Stallone that I was casting.

 I’m Brooklyn-born Don Castellano, a 34-year-old casting agent with my own company, working out of a midtown Manhattan office. I’m a handsome, hung, gay total top, who likes to have sex with a selection of the young male talent who show up at my office. My desk has seen a lot of action. I was into the clone look and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms, of course I did. I am 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair is cut short, and I have a mustache. My voice is deep and masculine; oh, I am also hung. My cut perfect dick is exactly eight inches, it’s real a beauty and I have an exceptional pair of big hairy swaying balls. I am irresistible and I know it.

 I was telling 19-year-old Bronx-born actor Dante Pinero about this major cinematic opportunity for him. He was a magnetic and exotically handsome masculine half Puerto Rican half Italian hunk. Three months ago, he had an appointment with me, I dangled the possibility of a McDonald’s commercial before him. I laid it on the line, that it was contingent on him putting out for me. He was from the streets and hungry. He got on his knees and sucked my fabulous eight-inch cut cock like a champ and later pulled down his pants and took it up his ass like street hooker. He booked that McDonald’s commercial and several other jobs I sent him out for. We had an understanding.

 “Don! This so wonderful! I’m so grateful!” said Dante in his deep expressive voice.

 “Don’t mention it, here’s the address for the wardrobe fitting tomorrow.”

 “Thanks!” said Dante as he rose; he knew the drill, so did I. He came over to me by my desk to show his appreciation, I’d already hauled out my hard cock from my button-fly Levi’s. He knelt and took it in his mouth. He had a light olive complexion, curly dark hair, intense brown eyes and the most sensuous, luscious and full lips. He was a knockout; he used those fantastic lips of his all over my cock, bobbing his head up and down on my joint. He would go on to have a good film career but in the 1990’s hit it real big as the Emmy-winning star of an NYC-set cop show that ran for seven seasons.

 Dante got me so fucking hard when he was tonguing my large balls. I stood up, so did he. He pulled down his jeans and gray bikini briefs, his own large uncut was dick fully erect. He bent over my desk, there was his hairy full-sized ass spread for me, all ready for me to fuck him. I gobbed us up with Vaseline and shoved my cock right in his ass. I fuck a lot of gay boys, Dante always turned me on the most. He’d been straight when he first came to me, he turned bi for the sake of his career because of me. I was that powerful.

 My fuck rhythm was inspired, we were both grunting. Dante howled as his big dick shot a load off on my desk. I kept fucking him until I shatteringly came in him. I pulled my cock out of him, we cleaned up. I poured out two shots of Jack Daniels, we smoked Camels.

 “Here,” I said handing Dante a $100 bill, “Take your girlfriend out tonight for a steak dinner at the Palm to celebrate, on me; you’re going places.” I’d met Dante’s girlfriend a few times at parties, she was a hot busty blonde. It turned me on seeing them together, knowing that he fucked her and that I was fucking him.

 “Oh Don, you’re so good to me.” We shook hands, Dante left. A few minutes later, my secretary buzzed.

 “There’s a Hank Garvin to see you, he’s a private detective.”

 “Send him in.” Hmmm, my interactions with law enforcement had been minimal, this should be interesting.

 A tall, rugged man wearing a black suit and tie walked into my office. He was in his early 30’s, and had a mustache like me. He pulled out his badge and showed it to me.

 “What can I do for you, Mr. Garvin.”

 “Please, Hank” he said shaking my hand and taking a seat in front of my desk.

 “Certainly Hank, call me Don.”

 “Sure, Don” he said taking out a folder with pictures of a beautiful young blond that made my dick hard, he looked vaguely familiar.

“18-year-old Matthew Evans went missing during a school trip to Manhattan a month ago. He made one phone call to his parents to say that he was okay, that’s been his only contact. The New York City Police Department understandably isn’t pursuing the case anymore. He is 18, so they’re on to the next.”

 Ah! That’s why the boy looked familiar, the story of his disappearance was in the local papers for a couple of days, then was forgotten.

 “Why come to me?”

 “You’re an authority on sleazeballs who pimp out young guys to pervs.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “I’ve been asking around in the entertainment community, word is out about your sideline business activities. I have no judgements, we’re on the same page. That was quite a fox you just banged in here. It was written all over his face when he walked out. He’s my type, maybe you could set me up with him sometime.”

 “That could be arranged” I chuckled.

 “I searched Matthew’s room in Pennsylvania and found his stash of gay porno rags. He was a closet case who snuck out of Cats because he wasn’t interested in pussies, he was hot to trot for male-on-male action. I believe he fell in with the crowd you associate with, and some thug has him gladly peddling his mouth and ass. The Seventh District School Board of Pennsylvania has hired me to bring him back so he can graduate; everything can be nice and normal again and to quash the lawsuits the school is facing. I don’t know which trashy whore dens to begin looking in, you would. Also, pimps wouldn’t help me, that’s where you come in. I’ve been given a generous budget for this operation” Hank said, handing me an envelope with ten $100 bills.

 “Certainly Hank, I’ll assist you in any way I can. Meet me there at 8:00 PM…” I said handing him a business card.

 At 8:00 PM, Hank was smoking a cigarette in front of Tully’s. He wasn’t in a suit, he was now wearing button-fly jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, and a black leather biker jacket, like I was. I could also see that like me; Hank wasn’t wearing underwear. His large balls bulged in the crotch of his jeans, his semi-erect large cock snaked down the leg of his jeans, the outline of its head was visible through the worn denim. We looked like brothers.

 We went into Tully’s. It was a trashy hustler bar across from the Port Authority. It was mobbed with hopped up boys selling themselves to horny older guys. We each got a Jack Daniels on the rocks and headed to the back. There were several pimps sitting at tables keeping an eye on and running their businesses. We went over to the one I had the warmest relationship with and who was most plugged into what was going on there.  

 Antonio was a handsome built mustached 24-year-old suave Dominican American wearing a crisp dark blue suit and a light tie-less dress shirt. He was sipping a Cognac and smoking a Nat Sherman. He ran a stable of white whores that he ruled with an iron hand and the lure of his available perpetually hard nine-inch uncut cock. He was a wild mother fucker during sex; I’d seen him and his monster in action, he wore boys out with it. Wayward gay boys were mesmerized by him and his cock and did anything and everything for him in return for the pleasure of submitting to his manhood.  

 “Hey, Antonio.”

 “Don!” he said, indicating seats. Hank and I sat down, our Jack Daniels on the rocks were put on the table, we lit up Camels.

 “Hank is friend of mine, he’s working on something, I said you’d help if you could.”

 “Sure!”

 Hank put a $100 bill on the table, Antonio palmed it. Hank took out pictures of Matthew Evans. “Have you seen this kid?”

 “No, he doesn’t work here for me or anybody else. He’s beauty, my dick is getting hard just looking at him! I’d have noticed him here!”

 “Okay, thanks.”

 “Hi, Don” said Randy who was now standing by the table. Randy was a skinny dark-haired cute short 18-year-old wearing tight jean cut-off shorts that showcased his sexy ass and a red crop-top. He’d been at my office a few weeks ago for an interview. He was too gay to get anywhere in acting, I set him straight about that, he sucked my cock and I fucked him on my desk. I set up him with Antonio to be a whore for a $1000 finder’s fee, that had all worked out well. He’d just turned another trick at the nearby Elk Hotel.

 “Hello Randy, how are you doing?”

 “I’m doing well Don, thanks.”

 “Hey Hank” said Antonio, “Want a session with Randy? On the house. Any friend of Don’s is a friend of mine” said Antonio.

 “Thanks, I’ll take a rain check; we’ve got a lot of ground to cover” said Hank.

 “How about a quick BJ?”

 “Randy is highly skilled” I chuckled.

 “That’s the truth! He’s the fucking best deep throater I got working for me now! Man, I’m nine inches and thick, no one sucks my dick better then Randy!” roared Antonio, “I’m about to have a BJ myself.” Randy scuttled under the table; the sound of Antonio’s trousers being unzipped was heard.  

 “You’ve made me an offer I can’t refuse!” laughed Hank. His hands went below the table to undo his thick brown leather belt and take his cock out. I glanced down; his cock was as big as mine, as were his balls. I undid my belt and took my cock and balls out.

 “AH!” sighed Hank. “Fuck, that feels fucking great! Thanks Antonio!”

 “It sure does feel great Hank!” Randy was another of my great discoveries, he had no chance making it as an actor, cock sucking was his true calling. I was glad I was able to put him on the right path to it.  

 Antonio, Hank and I sat back smoking, sipping our drinks and shooting the breeze as Randy slurped our dicks to perfection under the table at the busy bar. There’s nothing like the camaraderie among manly compatriots savoring a superb communal blowjob given by a practiced boy whore.

 “I could get used to this!” laughed Hank.

 “Tell me about it! Jesus Christ! I get sucked off so many fucking times a day! Oh man, you got to come back and tap Randy’s ass. It’s fucking bonito and this boy can take big dick! His ass has got this special way of squeezing around my dick. His ass getting me off is like going to heaven! Don is the greatest! He gets us pimps the best boys!”

 “Compliment accepted! You sure trained Randy! He wasn’t as good as this the first time he sucked me in my office!” I laughed.

 “Damn right!, I made that bitch a real puta after a few rounds with my nine inches, he’s up for anything now! Feeling good, Hank?”

 “Oh, yeah!”

 Soon, Hank’s face contorted with pleasure as he came in Randy mouth, then I came in Randy’s mouth.

 “Fuck! Fuck yeah!” hollered Antonio as he came in Randy’s mouth.

 We all redid our pants, the beaming Randy emerged from under the table. He was radiant from the fulfillment of being put in his place, which was servicing and draining cocky macho men’s tools. He sauntered back to working the bar to turn a new trick. Oh yeah, there he was standing at the bar, laughing and batting his eyelashes while his felt up the crotch of a middle-aged guy in a suit.  

 “Thanks Antonio” I said.

 “Anytime guys.”

 Hank and I walked a few blocks to 38th and 8th. We had quite a spring in our steps, having just gotten our dicks sucked off by a pro. We were at the Hawthorne Theater, a sleaze pit that shows porn flicks with live male fuck shows in between. The cashier let us in, I was well known there. There was a crowd watching a porn flick in the theater.

 “Hi, Lou” I said to a beefy guy in his 40’s in a black suit, he was the bouncer. “Hi, Don.” Hank and I walked down a hallway, I knocked on a door.

 “What?” yelled a tough voice.

 “It’s me Don.”

 “Come in.”

 I opened the door; Hank and I entered the office.

 Sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette and sipping from a shot glass of Jack Daniels was 27-year-old Sal DeLuca. He was the youngest son of a connected family; he was given the job of managing the family’s gay porn theaters. He was a handsome dark-haired Guido-type wearing a dark suit and tie.

 His trousers were undone, he was getting a blowjob from a young tight bodied compact dark-haired white boy on his knees wearing just a white jockstrap, his hot ass was on full view. The boy was slobbering on Sal’s gigantic Italian American sausage, his head bobbed up and down on it.   

 “What’s going on?” grinned Sal.

 “My friend here needs some help” I said as we sat in front of Sal’s desk.

 “Sure.”

 Hank took out pictures of Matthew, “Have you seen this kid?”

 “Nah, he doesn’t perform here or at any of my theaters” said Sal pocketing the $100 bill Hank had put on his desk. He was still getting his dick sucked.  

 “Thanks for your help.”

 Sal poured out two shots of Jack Daniels, Hank and I lit up Camels. We sipped and smoked, watching Sal’s arousing blowjob that was still in progress. Eventually, Sal grimaced and sighed as he came in the boy’s mouth. The boy looked up.

 “Hello, Don.”

 “Hello Peter.”

 Peter Henshaw was another of my proteges. He’d been a cute child actor who landed a role on a long-running sitcom. When it ended, he couldn’t get another part. He burned through his money partying. At 21, he wasn’t so cute anymore, but still was good-looking and still had charm. He came to me, I set him up with Sal doing live male sex shows as a bottom.

 “Hey guys, you want Petey to take care of you?” asked Sal. “It would be his pleasure.”

 Hank and I grinned at each other. We’d just gotten our cocks sucked off, but we were both hard again.

 “Hank, this is Peter Henshaw” I said.

 “No shit! I used to watch Happy Street! Now I recognize him! How can I turn down a blowjob from the guy who played Little Andy?!” chuckled Hank, as he undid his belts and tugged down his jeans. I now saw his terrific eight-inch-thick cut cock in the bright light of the office. It was like a twin of mine, which I whipped out. We sat in office chairs with our legs spread and our meaty hairy balls flowing.

 The dark-haired Peter crawled over to Hank and started sucking his cock, then he did my cock. Peter was real talented as he switched back and forth between Hank’s and my cock and our balls, as we sipped Jack Daniels and smoked Camels. Hank’s face tightened as his dick spasmed and shot off in Peter’s mouth, he swallowed down Hank’s load. Peter then finished me off and swallowed my load. We did our jeans up.

 “Hey” said Hank taking a pen and a pad from the inner pocket of his black leather biker jacket, “Can I have your autograph for my nephew, he loves the Happy Street reruns!”

 “Sure” said Peter.

 “Make it out to James.” Peter inscribed a page of the pad:

 Dear James,

So glad to know I have a fan! You have a great uncle!

 Best wishes,

 Peter Henshaw

 “Thanks! I’m going to tell him to come here and check you out, treat him right!”

 “Great Hank, I sure will.”  

 The door opened and Lou walked in, he sat down, lit a cigarette, casually unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock. He was known as “Big” Lou for a reason. It wasn’t just that he was eight inches, it was that it was so fucking thick. Peter crawled over to him.

 It was fascinating watching Peter stretch out his mouth to take Lou’s girth all the way down his throat. Lou sat back impassively as Peter worked on his hog. Lou’s face clenched as he came down Peter’s throat.

 “It’s show time, Petey” growled Lou.

 “Right” said Peter, getting up from his knees, he left. Lou followed him out.

 “Hey, you guys should watch the show! That kid is something!” laughed Sal.

 “Nice meeting you” said Hank as he shook Sal’s hand.

 “We’ll be in touch” I said.

 We took seats in the theater; the fuck flick was taken off. “Welcome to the Hawthorne’s famous live show! Here are Rocco and THE Peter Henshaw!” announced the DJ.

 A nude tall muscular tatted tough looking Latin guy who was a former wrestler strutted out. His huge scary looking uncut dick was rock hard, and his massive balls clacked. Trailing after him was Peter dragging a mattress onstage. Peter sunk to his knees and took Rocco’s stupendous pinga down his throat. He sucked it with flair to cheers from the crowd, he licked that ball sack. This went on, then Peter got up, lay in the bed on his back and spread his legs. Rocco greased them both up and began fucking Peter. It was some sight, seeing Peter’s little white ass stretch around that dark brown log. They put on sensational a show; the crowd threw a mound of dollar bills onstage.

 “Let’s hit the road” I said.  

 Hank and I walked up 8th Avenue and entered a porno store on 43rd Street, we went to the male section in the back. Standing by the buddy booths was Kevin, a thin cute long-haired 19-year-old redhead wannabe actor whom I had set up with Benito, a pimp, for my usual fee. Kevin worked long hours in the hallways there, giving buddy booth blowjobs for $10 a pop.

 “Hey Don, you and your friend want your dicks sucked?”

 “No, thanks Kevin, we’re good.”

 Hank handed Kevin a $20 bill, “Have you ever seen this kid here?” he said showing him a picture of Matthew.

 “No, he’s never been here.”

 “Cool, thanks” said Hank.

 “Are you sure you guys don’t want blowjobs” purred the pouty Kevin, he was now fondling our jeans-encased hard yet again dicks with each of his hands. The poor kid, we were likely the hottest guys he’d seen all night; he was hungry for high quality dick.

 “Gee Don, I’m up for it again!” laughed Hank.

 “Me too!” I laughed. “Here boy” I said handing Kevin a $20 bill, “Get to work.” The three of us went into a buddy booth and shut the door. Hank and I stood, leaning against the wall. We undid our jeans and took our cocks out. We looked at each other, conversing while Kevin was on his knees on the filthy cum-drenched floor. He ardently chowed down on our meat and did our balls with his hot mouth and velvet tongue.

 “Isn’t this meaning of life?” said Hank in a mock serious tone.

 “It fucking definitely is!” I laughed, “It’s what’s it all about.” There are givers and takers in this world, Hank and I were takers.

 Kevin sucked us off to completion, swallowing our loads. We redid our jeans and walked out.

 We headed up 8th Avenue to 47th Street and entered the tawdry Haymarket, a major West Side hustler bar. We got a table and two more Jack Daniels. We watched the crowd of hustlers and johns.

 “Fuck!” There he is!” I exclaimed.

 The preppy Matthew Evans was wearing khakis and a blue button-down shirt; he was confident and healthy looking. He was also quite the whore as he smiled and chatted at the bar with a stocky Black guy in his 40’s who was groping his ass. They left together; Matthew’s choice ass filled out the seat of his khakis; they were no doubt going to trick at the Ascot Hotel around the corner. We waited, 30 minutes later Matthew returned all jaunty from getting his ass just fucked by his client’s Big Black Cock. We got up and followed him over to a table with two men, his pimps.

 “Don!” roared Sean, “What brings you to this neck of the woods? Looking for a good time?”

 I’d crossed paths before with Rory and Sean Neary on the circuit. They were badass Irish brothers who had turned up in Manhattan a few years ago. A cousin of theirs was a member of the Westies, the infamous gang. They got by, by whoring out boys among other shady activities. I didn’t deal with them as they were too rough for my taste.

 “No Sean, my friend here has business with you.”

 “Well! Have a seat, we’re all about business” laughed Rory. We sat. Matthew had gone off with another trick, an older businessman type.

 Hank took out two envelopes with $1000 inside and passed them each to the brothers.

 “I’ve been hired to bring Matthew back to his hometown. Important people desire that he graduate high school and clear things up. After that, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.”

 “The boy is 18, he’s so happy with us. He’s having the time of his life!” laughed Rory. “He’s quite attached to us; we broke him in. Mine was the first cock he ever sucked, at the Adonis, Sean’s cock was the first to fuck him, we’ve all been thick as thieves ever since. We put him to work that night, he was confused and needed persuading, he saw the light. He satisfied seven thrilled clients that first night. As you see, he’s taken to the life like a true professional! He’s a thoroughbred! All his customers are always quite pleased with him. We wouldn’t want to break up a good thing.”

 “Hold on,” said Sean, “Maybe Matty should see his family again and sort everything out with them. He can come back to us when he’s ready. We would, however, require more reimbursement for our lost income.”

 Hank took out eight more envelopes and handed four to each brother.

 “Sir, we have a deal!” roared Sean. He, Rory and Hank shook hands.

 Matthew returned from his trick.

 “Matty, you’re going with this gentleman, he’s taking you home” said Sean.

 “No fucking way! I’m staying here!” snarled Matthew.

 “Hey” said Rory standing up, “It’ll be just fine, you’ll make up with your family, you’ll wear a cap and gown to get your diploma, like a good boy. You can show your school buddies what you’ve learned in the last month! Think of all that delicious teenage dick waiting for you! Your spot in our bed will be there waiting for you when you come back.” He embraced Matthew and patted his ass.

 “Go on, Matty. Don’t worry, Stevie and Chuckie will take care of your steady clients, we’ll be okay until you return” said Sean.

 Hank, the sullen Matthew and I left.

 “Come with us, I’m staying at the Edison, this boy needs to be debriefed” grinned Hank. We walked around the corner to the Art Deco Edison Hotel and went to Hanks’s room.

 Hank grabbed Matthew and tore off his clothes. Matthew was nude, his sinewy body, tempting gorgeous ass and nice-sized hard dick were on display for us.

 “You dumb bitch!” yelled Hank as he undid and removed his thick brown leather belt. “All the trouble you caused!” Hank began beating Matthew’s ass with his belt. “The teachers who lost their jobs, the school facing lawsuits, and your parents scared shitless! All because of you chasing after cock!”

 Holy shit! The whimpering Matthew was jerking his dick while Hank was beating him! He was getting off on being roughed up! This kid sure had gotten into kinky twisted shit in the last month. These fucked up boys were alike; Matthew, Randy, Peter and Kevin, were all givers. They were only truly happy subjugating themselves to ballsy hung champions like me, Hank, Antonio, Sal and the Nearys. There would always be new damaged waifs for all of us to degrade.  

 Hank whipped Matthew’s ass a couple of more times with his belt, the creamy pale flesh of the cheeks now had red streaks.

 “You little slut!” roared Hank as he took off his jeans and plaid shirt. “You know what to do with this!” He was nude with his impressive body and was waving around his big hard dick.

 Matthew crawled to the standing nude Hank and began sucking Hanks’ cock. Matthew cute face was stuffed, his wide eyes were watery.

 “That’s it you dumb fucking whore! Suck it! When we get back, the cover story will be that you were suffering from temporary amnesia, you recovered in a hospital and then went back home. Your whoring will be kept secret the press! Got that?!”

 While on his knees with Hank’s cock in his mouth, Matthew nodded yes.

By now, I was out of my clothes jacking my eight-inch rod, which Matthew was now sucking. Oh! He was a real pro cocksucker. He switched back and forth between me and Hank.

 “Get in the fucking bed and spread your legs, like you know how!” yelled Hank.

 Matthew stopped sucking our cocks, hopped in the bed, raised his legs and spread his hole. Hanks greased his cock and Matthew’s ass with Vaseline and shoved his cock right in.

 “It’s miracle that you’re still so fucking tight after taking it up the ass from anything in pants trolling through Times Square!” snarled Hank as he brutally fucked Matthew, who was into it. “Join me, Don!”

 “Whoa! You think he can handle THAT?”

 “Of course, he can handle THAT! You’ve taken both those shanty Mick brothers’ cocks up your ass at the same time haven’t you, you fucking whore!”

 “Yes!” hissed Matthew, “I loved it!”

 I greased up my cock and for the first time truly shared a bottom with another hung total top. It was electrifying feeling Hank’s cock rub against mine as we double penetrated Matthew, who was babbling with delight at having two eight-inch-thick cocks pounding his sweet spot at the same time. That slutty bitch’s dick blasted off geysers of cum that drenched all our chests.

 I felt Hank shooting his load in Matthew, then I shot mine. Hank pulled out, then I pulled out. We were all exhilarated and spent. Hank swaggered around with his junk dangling from side to side, he poured us all a Jack Daniels and we lit up Camels. Matthew glowed, he looked angelic. He had that All-American Boy innocent aura despite him really being a total cock whore who had just been double fucked. He smiled as he puffed on a Camel.

 We all went to sleep in the bed. In the morning, Hank and I woke to Matthew sucking on our morning wood, that boy was insatiable! After we came in Matthew’s mouth, we took showers and Hank checked out pf the Edison. We walked around the corner to Howard Johnson’s for a big breakfast, we were all starving. I walked Hank and Matthew to the Port Authority.

 “Don, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” We both cracked up. They caught a bus to Pennsylvania.

 Hank and I would get together whenever he visited New York. The first time was a month later. As a favor to me, Dante Pinero went with me to Hank’s Edison Hotel room for a three way. Hank was so turned on by Dante, as he was a sensuous masculine knockout who was also quite a cocksucker; he deftly switched off on our dicks. Hank was possessed when he was fucking Dante on his back. I was so totally in the zone when I nestled my hard cock next to Hanks’s as we double fucked Dante up his ass. Dante was kind of shocked by that, but he took us both and got into it. Hank and I were quite a team, we double fucked a lot of happy hot young bottoms over the years, including Randy from Tully’s, he just as magical as Antonio claimed.   

 Everything got straightened out in Pennsylvania. The school was off the hook, the teachers were reinstated, and Matthew graduated in June. Of course, he’d taken on all his male classmates’ cocks and spent the last few weeks of the term as the school fag. He couldn’t get back fast enough to the Neary brothers and their cocks, and to turning tricks for them. No college for him, he spent his youth doing what he did best, being on his knees or bending over. He returned to Manhattan accompanied by a cute high school friend of his named Bret. The Nearys now had another whore to pimp out. Hank and I would stop at the Haymarket, we’d pay the Nearys for a session with their star bitches at the Ascot Hotel. Those boys were wild together! They took me and Hank on and got us off like the slutty cock-crazed whores they were.  

 A couple of years later, with the money they’d saved up, the Nearys bought a Chelsea bar for dirt cheap. They ran it well, turning it into a gay institution, Matthew and Bret worked there as dancing go-go boys, turning tricks in a back room. The four lads lived together happily ever after.   

2:44am

Fifteen minutes before last call ends, I am standing on the sidelines as a wingman to a black leather master getting sucked off by this light-skinned boy putting in his application to be his new slave.  The boy is on his knees, nervous as fuck, patiently bobbing his head back and forth on the beer-can wide prick.  The boy is no virgin by any means, giving blowjobs out on the dance floor like it was free candy to popping his jaw to accommodate awkward-shaped dicks like his.  This is the first time I have seen him and the only time I have seen him with a mouthful.  Yet there is this sort of je ne sais quoi feeling that rolls off his aura that suggest he is at home here.  Sated like a motherfucker.  The boy doesn’t need to be told twice to watch his crooked teeth on the foreskin or to work his tongue deeper into the piss slit.  The boy isn’t nervous the master won’t call him back for an interview.  He knows based on skills alone he will start first thing Monday morning.

The boy is nervous because he knows better than anybody it is against the rules to eye me, stroking my exposed dick while, at the same time, tending to his new boss.

2:49am

The black leather master starts to labor deep heavy breathing.  Nothing like I had ever heard, a cross between a sigh and a moan and a grunt.  His eyes are welded shut alluding to the fact he is sure to cum soon.

2:51am

Nothing ever cums and the boy upstage him with his loud slurping and these throat-gurgling ticks.

2:53am

My new master friend sighs and groans, grunts and moans and curses as he holds the back of the boy’s head.  The way he screeches he sounds like he let go of a half-gallon and laughs at the boy who can’t gulp it all down.

2:55am

The boy finish cleaning him up, even licking up the extra running out of the creases of his mouth.

2:56am

The boy rises to his feet in shame, not able to look at me or the leather man in the eye.

The leather man shoos him away with a twenty-dollar bill and sends him to buy our last round for the night.

The boy is out of earshot when the leather asks me what I think.  Before I am able to speak my peace, he informs me that he will be throwing him back to the “stroll” from which he came from.  When I ask why, the leather man states that he doesn’t tolerate disrespect of any kind, particularly from no whore.

“If he’s going to eye your dick while sucking on mine, he doesn’t need discipline.  He needs a fucking orgy.

2:59am

The boy returns with our drinks.

3:01am

The boy is steadily eyeing me but tries to save face with the leather man by agreeing to drink his piss in the back.

3:13am

On the hunt for some action of my own.

3:21am

Think my search has ended with this doe-eyed Asian boy naively curious about the scene.

3:26am

I am spitting game and got him laughing.  I don’t want to come off like I’m just looking for a lay (though it wouldn’t hurt).

3:29am

The boy tries to intervene.  It is obvious the leather man gave him his walking papers shortly after taking a leak across his face.

3:39am

Agreed to get the cute Asian boy to join me for coffee and doughnuts from around the way.  His bitchy friend, whom he rode with isn’t too keen on leaving him with a stranger.  Totally understandable.  I invite him to tag along, too.  My treat.  He is adamant in his response, making up some lame story about heading off to work in a few hours.  The Asian boy wants to tell his friend he’ll be okay with me, but instead vouches to give me his number.  His friend is still mean-mugging me like I done him wrong.  I check the memory bank to see if I have.  He doesn’t register in my mind, leaving me to believe that he is either looking out for his friend or looking to be his lover one day in the near future.

3:45am

Try to track down piss boy, thinking if he likes it in the face he might love it up the ass.

3:53am

The bar is about to close, not having any luck finding some luckless runt to follow home.

4:06am

Out in the parking lot catching up with some old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. I keep my eyes out for some straggling prospects, only to spot the weird loner and the ugly mofo that you gave dick to when you were piss drunk and somehow thinks that you’re his boyfriend.

4:16am

A little tired heading towards the expressway home.  My horniness overrides it, though.  I know there’s somewhere out there in the city is two fleshly mounds that have my name in the groove of its valley.  Where?

4:34am

My dick is already hard.  Been so ever since I made up my mind that this is the place I am going to get my “release.”  It is harder than ever, eager in anticipation.

Aside from the bulge in my pants, I have to play it cool.  I think about baseball to cool it down.

Bad idea, bats and balls.

Basketball.

Another bad idea, a sport that condones men for dribbling balls.

Football.

Let’s not even go there.

My dick dies at the thought of ballet and orchestra, and anything else that is not macho, manly.  Perfect!

It gives me enough cool to make my entrance into the coffee lounge of the bathhouse.  Giving men that had came before me a reason to smile and men about to leave time to reconsider.

4:52am

I move from the lounge down to the locker room where I am shamelessly followed by a handful of men with stiff sticks and humid holes.  I indulge them all by walking slowly.  Though my firm full ass is never used, it is a grand muscular tease.  Perhaps, second only to my swinging piece it is the kind of serious thrust I put behind each and every one of my fucks.

4:56am

I barely get my shirt off before I am approached by the muscularity of a hairy daddy that introduces himself as ______________.  He is a well-built, sexy-ass mofo with a very thick accent.  He can be Russian or Ukrainian or whatever other country over there ends in “stan.”  Not even for a white, but for a man in general, he is equipped with some amazingly mean dick, strutting around naked like he is cock of the walk.

He is jonesin’ for some young black booty, but I politely decline without starting an international or racial incident that my preference is for myself.  Letting him know that I would happily swim in his sloppy seconds and would be honored if he swam in mine.

5:01am

I finally get all my clothes off and stuff them in a locker.  My first reaction is to find my room and leave my locker room key in there.  That is too obvious, I reason, choosing to head to the showers and wash away the bar with this complimentary soap and sponge.

5:09am

I notice that I got a couple of admirers watching me in the showers like I am an endangered species.  

I am eager to ignore them.

They are not my type and are too Mandingo happy, giving out stage whispers that they wish there Little Red Riding Hood and I was the BIG BAD WOLF with the HUGE BLACK COCK that would ravish them in the woods.

5:12am

I decide to play into their fantasy.

I figure if they’re just going to stand there and watch might as well give them a show.  I cover myself from head to toe with suds and began stroking my soapy dick.

5:14am

Motherfucking minutemen! I thinking wanting to laugh but settle a “gotcha” smile.

The two of them came like fire hoses on the tile floor below them.  Spent all that damn money to get in and at the end had to do it for themselves.

5:17am

I climb out of the showers still laughing at those lame motherfuckers as they have long disappeared back to the front, probably to ashamed to come back.

5:19am

I move to my room through the semi-darkness draped in my white towel peeking through the various doors along the way.  The first two doors were empty.  Another was filled with sex in the oral form and another of the anal kind.  And in between them is a skinny-mixed guy in a room with a huge neon green jelly dong surfing up the crack of his ass.  He is lying on his stomach with his head in his arms looking the other way like he didn’t give a shit that came in.

I pass on the offer and head to my room.  Too many guys are standing around.  One of them has got to make a move.

I get quite comfortable in my room equipped with the works: a television laced with several channels of porn, a luxurious supply of condoms and lube and disposable enemas.

5:23am

Regret not wearing my double-thick black rubber cockring.

5:26am

Realize that I have been here an hour and no action.

5:29am

Scan the other rooms on the other side of mine naked and hard.  Tempted by the many willing choices in between, including two very attractive black dudes.  One being this gorgeous brick-colored dude with a remarkably trimmed goatee and a high bubble butt pretending to drift off to sleep.  Yeah, right.  The other is the manila-colored dude lubed up and stroking off to the deafening loud porn pulsating out of his room.

I am going berserks! I can’t decide! Men of color are all that uncommon here yet it isn’t all that common either.  Two fairly decent-looking black men with some masculine presence are like finding a diamond in the rough and gold in the raw.  In spite of this conundrum, something in my head told me to check on the guy with the crowded doorway.

5:32am

Sure enough, nobody had the balls to venture in.

A bunch of pussies! Knowing my history, I know men who fuck men had to use codes and a dark alleyway just to break off a nutt.  Give them a dark and seed bar with a leg to get away with something they will jump on it like brown on natural rice.  Give him a bit of light and they want to act all scared.

I don’t even have to barrel on through.  They part for me like they had been waiting all night, like a king making an entrance, fueling my already larger-than-life ego.

The man in the bed with the foot-long dildo meticulously placed riding between his mounds turns around to look at me as I close the door.  He seems not to be impressed, turning his head back to the wall.

I have been around the block too many times to know that it his front.

“Pull the shade down,” he mutters in a silky soft but masculine tone.

“What, no show?”

“No.”  He pauses.  “What time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”  I say, pulling down the window shade.

“They’ve been gawking since two-thirty.”

He turns his head back to the door.  He thinks that I am in eyesight when in fact I am at the foot of the bed looking at this green monster lying lazily across the entire length of his crack.

“Can you blame ‘em?”

“Don’t tell me, they’re afraid of a jelly dildo?”

“Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?  Most are afraid of fucking with the real thing, and most don’t even come close in size,” I say.  “Except for me, of course.”

“And you’re special?”

“Of course,” I say rummaging through the drawer for some lube.”

He tries again to look at my package as I find an extra clear bottle of lube next to the dildo.

“Nice,” he says with my dick in his face.

“Suck.”

5:45am

He lifts himself up, and past his lips like a fish and gulp me in like water.  He seems at a loss.  His mouth is dry.  He tries to get the top of it wet with his tongue, and then brings his lips into the fold to caress it.

If I still had my pants on, I could offer him a Jolly Rancher.

He, however, doesn’t need it, making good use of the friction.  I can’t move in and out.  I can move back and forth, bringing about this weird sensation.

It doesn’t feel like I’m close to cumming.  It just feels like the bone my vibrating legs got an inch.  I just can’t scratch.

5:58am

Remembers he got a dildo and an ass that needs to be played with.  Reach over to feel his ass.

His has one of those that look dense from afar but doughy as hell in reality.  Made for kneading bread, meaning that it’s definitely “pushin’ for the cushion.”

6:01am

He likes.  His dick sucking becomes much more invigorated, and I haven’t even bothered to play within the crease.

For a big black guy, I have big black hands which mean I have big black fingers.  My last fuck didn’t call ‘em then that though.  He said finger were too human for me.  He called them digits.  Big black motherfucking digits! Attached to a motherfucking mitt.

I stoke around Ground Zero, tingling the fine hairs and the crease leading down to the bottomless abyss just to find out that the fucker is well-lubed.

I go in, slipping in a digit and barely get back a knuckle.  I slip in two digits.  He smugly looks back, as if to ask ‘was that the best I could do?’ A couple of strokes against his fat little hotspot, he is trying to muffle his gasps and groans with my dick.  

6:08am

He plays it cool, not at all suspecting that I am just a finger away from freeing his inner bitch.

“AhhhhHHHH!” He screeches, letting my dick fall out of his gorgeous mouth.

“So there’s the charm?” I offer calmly.

He hits high notes and low notes and notes only the prissy of dogs can hear.  I don’t even care anymore.  His ass lips are like quicksand to my digits and they forgot how to stay calm.

“That’s feels like a big dick right there, doesn’t it?”

He squirms beneath my digit whimpering and partying like an injured dog.

“Oh, c’mon, my fingers up your ass ain’t nothing compared to the freak-down you’re about to give this dildo!”

I pull my finger out, watching his gaping hole slowly close shut.

“Uh-un,” I say to it as it is about to close up.

I quickly pick up the foot-long jelly dong by its half heavy balls.  The only part of it that isn’t lubed and fill his slightly resistant hole to the brim in one very violent, very brilliant stroke.

6:22am

I hold it in place, crushing is balls against his for one solid minute listening to him expel all his demons.

6:23am

I pull it straight on out.

He is no longer wincing or mistaking it for a wrestling match trying to tap out. His raises his legs relax beneath him as his hold collapses like a loud fart.

He wants to spit in my face and curse me and my mama out.  He is unable to for several reasons.  Pain and my size inflicting more pain being two of them.  The one that holds dear, the only one that matters, is truth.

Before he stepped foot in the building, he was just a fuckee wanting to test out his brand-new toy.  He wants to be bitched and whored like some of his size queen buddies had over exaggerated.  Real was too real for him, so he figures what a better way to get notches on his belt that to get dildo-fucked in a bathhouse.  How often does that happens? Besides, rubber gives to road, surely flesh in more accommodating.

Boy, oh boy, how he got his wish!

The stories he is going to tell are going to make tem ‘ohh’ and ‘ahh’ each time he tells them.

Above anything else, I am most certain of this.  Even the hungriest of pig bottoms in not going to supply a complete stranger a license to shove a large foreign object up their ass.  Sure, forever every masochist there was an equal sadist.  But even the hugest dicks eventually come, a manufactured one never does.

“Geez, take it easy man!” He says trying to muster up some anger in his voice amidst the pain.

Likes it? No, no.  He is fighting hard to keep it all in his skin.  He loves it!

“Cum-sucking dong sluts like you don’t have much say so in the matter.”

6:29am

He takes a very deep breath and let it all out, with the head of the dildo rubbing over his greased puckered hole.  It becomes apparent after a few trees that this nameless fuck isn’t keen for foreplay, sucking in the tip of the big-headed dildo with nothing more than his sphincter.

“Take it easy? Fuck! Seems to me I was taking it way too easy!”

He thinks he can beat me to the punch, thinks that I am going to run ram it into his chute again as he begins pumping feverously back against his powerful dildo.

“Hungry-ass motherfucker, ain’t you?”  I say, watching his ass try to devour the dildo in these freaky gyrations.

He doesn’t understand that just like the dick flanked by my legs, I am very much in control of the one of the other side of my mitts.  Instead of inch by inch, he should be eternally grateful for every centimeter he receives, taking whatever I give him.

He still continues to be hardheaded, thinking he will get the dildo in his own time.  So I prove my point by viciously popping out the length of the dildo to counter his winding bucks, leaving his hole to gape open and talk aback demanding to be filled again.

“Looks like your hole needs this dick, don’t it?”

He instructively shoved back hoping that his real ass will catch on the fake dick.

“Yeah,” he moans once he accepts that I am playing keep away with it, bouncing it from one greasy cheek to the other.

“Yeah, what.”

“Yeah, sir,” he says.

“I would’ve accepted Dick master or Dick God, but sir’s cool.”

“Yes,” he says as I rub it at the top of his crack, lowering his body back down to the bed.

He is letting me know that he is ready to be put down.

“No, sir,” I say to both.  “Keep that skinny ass up.

He obliges, waiting on his prick to fill him again with lube oozing out of his hole down to his balls.

I start etching down from the top of his crack to the budding crater that was once high tight hole, plunging him again with the dildo.  He groans and squirms and wails and moans and creates other noises that are not human, as his hole is being stretched open.  His dick hangs heavy and hard between his legs, thrusting him between heaven and hell and tries to find some middle ground in between.  He is suffering from this amuck because the last stubborn ring in the nether region of his hole will not succumb.

I push forward anyway though, through his screaming pain to his mumbling pleasure and back again.  I snake it in further and deeper and harder and faster, twisting it and jamming it in until his sounds mirrors my ever-changing mood.

At the rough speed I am going my arms should be exhausted, my mitts cramped, but they aren’t.  I am too enthralled with the dildo vanishing into the abyss to care about anything else.

“Don’t run from it, fool.”  I say smiling as he scoots up the bed attempting the separate his battered ass from the pounding dildo.  “I got you so wide open I’m thinking about directing traffic through your ass.”

He is so open that it is ridiculous.  Practically next to nothing is stopping the balls of the jelly dong from disappearing up his ass, too.  He lets out all his excitement and angst through his mouth while his body starts trembling wildly.

“Got that shit up in you now!”

“Oh, God,” he yammers.

“Oh, Goddamn is right.  I ain’t finished with you yet.  Keep your hands on the board.  Not only am I going to cum without jacking off, I’m going to make you shoot just from the memory of it.”

He might be confused but understands enough to keep quiet.  He grabs a hold of the headboard tighter cursing the saints and expelling the demons.

“You’re a real-live slut, ain’t you?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he sobs.

“You’re a pussy-ass slut.”

“Yeah,”

“Then taking all this dick is nothing to a slut like you, ain’t it?”

“Yeah,” he breaths.

“No,” I correct.  “A bitch-ass pussy slut like you is already taking a limousine worth of dick already.”

“It isn’t real,” he huffs.

“It isn’t?  Didn’t it open you up like one?  Make you spread your legs open like a 7/11?  24/7?  365 days a year and 52 weeks?  I can go on?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Uh-huh, what?”

“Dick Master…uh-huh, Dick Master. ”

“See, you just admitted it.  It’s real dick forcing its way up your sweet, sugar-coated ass, invading you like you never have been invaded before! It is the only dick in the world that s made to satisfy a bitch in heat like you!”

“Oh,” he groans as I once again slam it hard back into him.

“It’s the only one in the world that is hungry for a sloppy slutty hole like yours as you are for big dicks.”

He winces a bit, taking my words in at the same rate he is taking it, fast and hard.

“And the beautiful thing about it is that it’s my dick.  My big dick is the one that is making mush out of your sweet hole.  Ruining you for every other man that comes after me.”

“Oh, God,” he howls.

“Damn, right,” I say.  “I can open the door and let every…fuck…takes a crack at this ass and you’ll still be numb next to this one, my one. ”

“Oh, fuck me.”

“You’ve been fucked you slut.”

“Oh,” he goes again.

“You pussy-ass bitch.”

“Oh, God,” he stammers over and over and over again.

He is close to the edge.  Time to make my move.

To get him to cum with no assist, without touching himself is nothing more than a good massage to the prostate.  To make him cum with absolutely nothing poking him but the memory of it sounds like some cold pimp shit.

Something I just heard about it up to this point, but something that I know that is possible.

I begin leveling off the strokes I leveled off in his ass, taking my time to be meticulous in probing the exact spot of his prostate.  Not the roundabout area, but the center of his orgasmic universe.

His norm changes, becoming something else altogether, something that is hard to describe yet easy to get.

I can tell he is enjoying it and doesn’t want it to end, using one hard to spread open his cheek as he tries desperately to balance himself with the other hand.  

I let him right this nirvana for a moment longer, savoring every tickling stroke.  My primal urge soon takes over, battering his already bothered butthole with relentless force zeroing in to this one particular spot.  Even then his loud sputtering sobs are different, and much more at peace.

I am so caught up in the breathing up front that I almost fail to pay attention to what is in front of me, watching his balls drastically clamming up at the same moment his hard dick swells even bigger.  And with a few more concise pumps I pull the monster dong straight out of his hole.

At first, my blood rises in disappointment, knowing that I bought him close enough to the edge for him to let go of a nutt.  I am not looking for Niagara Falls, just a measly squirt of that.  My hopes soon renews with him throwing it back, still on the receiving end of his beautiful dick.

But in a strange twist of fate, he starts gripping louder than ever before, bucking the raw humid air wildly as he strains his legs over again to brace himself for more.

The next thing I know he strains his voice in a silently audible scream that ends with a long ropey mess spewing from between his legs.  The initial jet barrels out in a violent rush to the bed beneath him while the rest drips out thick and slow like maple from a tree.

The amazing part about it all isn’t that I got him to nutt pure from the memory of getting fucked.  It is that the sticky slim didn’t not spurt from over here to over there.  It is that it stays one long continuous ribbon that in the end stretches about two feet respectively.

“That was fucking hot.”  I say.

“Yeah,” he breaths, “your turn.”

7:39am

He offers to help me cum.  

I decline.

I feel that just busting a nutt to the backdrop of our steamy rendezvous will ruin what we worked so hard to accomplish.

His nutt was special.  In comparison, I knew mine will not.

I can tell in his voice he wants to thank me properly; he wants me to stay, but I have something else on my mind.

7:42am

I open up the window blind and leave his room to an even larger crowd standing outside of his door with there dicks out.  Unlike before, where I was welcomed like royalty, I am ignored, having to fight my way out as every man around looks at him with his ass up and dildo fully impaled in his ass.  

His thanks to me.

7:44am

I am back in my room, still relishing in my accomplishment as I pick up a white town and head off to the sauna for the Sunrise Breakfast.  

The cashier raved about it earlier.

It is the hours between six and eight when the bathhouse opens its door to the patrons for free.

The cashier went on to tell me that it was second only to the late evening rush, champion in by chained-by-the-balls men and hounds too lazy to cruise, that business professionals come in for their news and “morning brew. ” He gave me fair warning that by me being, black, articulate, and built like a Titan that could be the toast of the town or very well taken care of in the wallet by some corporate bastard that knees to be taken down a peg or two.  

Since, originally, I wasn’t planning on staying this long, might as well find out.

  

8:02am

On my fifty try of going back there; I stick my head in the sauna to find a full house.  It is so crowded back there it isn’t funny.  Under any other circumstances, I should stick out like a lighthouse in a corn field.  This goes around, I am just a sprinkle on top of a berry-flavored smoothie filled with tattooed villains and twinks, pierced bad boy muscled daddies.  Stroking off in one corner, blowing off in another.  Even my hairy Russian friend from earlier is tagging the ass of the black boy that was jogging off to the loud porn while many drape towels over their face and used the rooms for its original purpose.  Race isn’t even a factor, looking at the Rainbow Coalition that it covered, white and black and brown and yellow and red with a couple of albinos.

8:09am

Hate to say it.  Boy, am I wrong!

The rooftop is covered with mostly decent-bodied naked men.  A good part of the extended multicultural population is sitting around taking a sunbath and looking on as the other half is somewhere in the middle putting a new spin on an old game, going from sitting on one hard dick to another in a free-for-all smorgasbord.

8:12am

I am propositioned by this skinny older black many standing nearby.  He is about sixty plus years old.  He is older looking without exactly looking his age.  Thought it isn’t a big secret, even with a full head of silver-blue hair.  In a former life he could have been a dancer of sorts, still firm and sporting a Prince Albert proudly in his lounge chair.  Everything but his face is handsome, so his strong conversation isn’t enticing.  And being that he breaths money and talks money, puts me off at the same rate as his condescending tone to my youth and muscular build.

8:19am

I try easing away from him without telling him off.  I refuse to come off like the ass he is.  He has a full patent on that.  However, he becomes much more intriguing by the second with the arrival of his new naked friend.

He too is about sixty plus and black and in fairly good shape.  But the comparisons end there.  Whereas his asshole of a friend is on the thin and trim side, he has a round face and plump solid muscular body that is almost frightening.  He doesn’t’ have beach muscles like most of the gym bunnies up here.  His is toned from years of plowing the fields and picking cotton in the ways of the Old Deep South.  Ways he tries to shed by shaving his head and growing this thick gruff handlebar moustache and goatee that hangs and an inch or four off his chin.  Looking like he is more at home on a motorcycle gang than any place else.  Even his full tattooed belly is muscled and narrows down to a comely v-Shape I try not to look any further down than that, but it is hard not to.  His thighs are enormous.  They were made for bucking.  What is flopping down between then isn’t bad either.  Even through the eyes of a confirmed top it is incredible.  I mean, he has the stuff the most insatiable size queen would never dream of.  Something that is as thick as a painter’s wrist and almost as long as his forearm too.  Talk about hung!

8:23am

He tries to engage me in conversation.  His friend, his suspected lover, continues to interject.

When his friend turns away, he mentions me over to the edge of the building to where he is heading.

8:27am

I have no problems admitting that though he is significantly older than me, but at least a couple of scores, I am very much attracted to him.  Lustful, yes.  It is so much more than that, though.  Wordlessly he makes me feel comfortable because he is comfortable with himself.  He has no reason to advertise his hard masculinity, it just is.  It is him and he is it.  He is an all-natural, slightly hairy man that enjoys the company of other men, naked.  He does a great job of being him, being natural such, a rare treat in this world, that I forget apart of my fear of heights standing next to him near the retainer wall, as he smiles at me with a cup of orange juice in his mitts.

“So,” he starts off.  His voice is a deep baritone laced with enough bass that it is solid and firm without straining of harshness.  “New?”

“No,” I lie.

“I meant to the decade,” he jokes.

He engages me deep in conversation, as if we were both in a business conference instead of in our birthday suits.  

My dick as hard as a rock to the sound of his voice and the words that comes out of it.

The sex card is not playable, I reason mournfully in my head.

There is no way he is bottoming for me.  He has a dick that he wants to use, and even if I am willing to give it up for to him, for the first time, out of pure respect, he is just too big to even consider it the back or in the front.

I am so revved up about him because he is me, everything I am and want to be.

I want to kiss him.

I want to hold and kiss him.

It might mislead him into thinking that I want more than that, and I don’t want to be a fuck-tease.

Our eyes lock.

It isn’t the first time.  It is just different, more intense like predator to prey.

“You look…tense.”  He says.

“I am.”  I confess.  “Standing so close to the edge isn’t making me feel any more comfortable.”

 

Good save!

“Afraid of heights.”

“Yeah,” I say flustering with embarrassment letting this other big, tall, dark man know I have a fear.

“Do you feel comfortable with me?”

“Yeah,” I say honestly.

“Let me try something with you to help you get over your fear.”

I gulp, not deciphering whether or not he is sincere or if he is game at trying something else to get me over my fear.

He deliberately walks behind me, brings his arms around my stomach tightly with his pulsing dick pressing against my back.

I try to breathe regularly, but I am turned on by him and slightly afraid I am going to shit on him as he walks me closer to the edge.

“You feel I got you?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Open your eyes.”

My eyes were open.  I just wasn’t looking up or down but across the interior edge of the roof.

“Look ahead,” he adds.  “Straight ahead.”

I didn’t want to come off as a punk, so I did.

“You’re looking ahead?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Look down.”

I do, and quickly the ground gets further away causing me to get dizzy.

I start to push back, but he is stronger, standing his ground.  I want to tell him to move but it occurs to me that I don’t know his name.

Stupid fuck!

I am so enraptured by this guy, comfortable with him and feel he is trustworthy, and I don’t know his fucking name!

“Steady now, Arnell’s got you.”

Good.  Arnell.

“Just keep on looking down, feel my arms around you.  I’m a strong man with strong arms.  Worked about two of your lifetimes before you even stepped out on the world.  You ain’t going nowhere.”

9:12am

He held me close.  My fear is not far from game.  It is just subsiding, tossing me between my fear and his arms.

He must be getting tired holding me like this.  I am no small man, not some delicate flowers.  I am man made from steel.  This brilliant thing he is too.

I don’t want to insult him by asking him to let me go, because I want neither, but the morning is passing and he looks like a busy man.

9:19am

“How do you feel up there?”

“Good.  You?”

“Good.”

9:22am

His arms are tight around me.  They always have been yet they seem to do more.  Subtly, but more.  They do not roam my hard muscles flesh as much as they seem to stroke one area or another, letting me knows he was still there.

I am unsure of what to make of it all.  I don’t want to jump to conclusion.  I am even more confuse when his dick stirs against one of my mounds slowly etching it way to my crack.  Is this intentional?  It is a part of his routine phase of morning wood?

My questions resolve once the scruff of his chin brushes up against my shoulder and his warm face breathes onto my neck.

“This was the master plan?”

“Shit yeah.  I can’t have you afraid of heights when I’m about to teach you how to fly.”

“Oh, shit.”

9:26am

I lean my head away from his mouth, giving him more access to my neck as he begins kissing it slow and seductive like.

His arms are crossed just beneath my pecs.  His callous fingers begin to thumb my pointy nipples.  He knows how to work them.  And as much as I try, I cannot stop the gasps from coming out of my mouth.

I am in hot heat, panting and waiting on his next move as the sun kissed my face.  I am anxious, he is patient.  The paradox of our age group, something that escapes me for a moment but never alludes me.  My greatest embarrassment is to come off as a young buck that needs to be tamed by a hard strong woof.  I know from experience that those feats are golden, feeding to the ego more so than the sexual appetite.

I remember to breathe.  Barely catching my breath in time to feel his hand slip down to my hardened sex and the other to the side of my waist.

“I bet you bust open a lot of assholes with this thing, huh young buck?” He says taking his hand and stroking my dick.

“Yes, sir.”  I say out of respect.

“When I was your age, I busted a few wide open, too.  My favorite of all was this cat name Jon.  H was unassuming just like you.  Hard and masculine front of everybody.  Once I got him alone thought, he let me get up in it whenever I had the dick and grease to do so.  Most times I didn’t even need that.  His shit just melted like butter every time I slid home.”

He licks my earlobes following a series of kisses along my neck.  The wet of his mouth with the warmth of his breath over it causes another moan to escape from my lips.

“I bet that ass is sweet just like his.”  He murmurs.

I do not respond.  I just breathe deeply.

His dick is getting hard dripping wildly with precut with a trail right down the center of my crack.  His dick follows from top to bottom.  He feels so damn good, so damn right every time he passes my spot that taking my last stand here is crossing my mind.

“Damn, that hose is springing a leak, old man.”  I laugh playfully.

“Old man?” He pauses.  “A tight tender like you needs all motion lotion to manage all this.”

I think to say something smart but I choose not to.  His is a raging bull and I am no bullfighter.  I am a bull.  A calf to him.  A young bull, at that, eager for a challenge to prove myself, knowing that an old bull like him like to prove he still got it.

I am making up my mind to let him do it or not, and the more he rubs it pass my hole the more I want to let him do it.

I quickly change my mind now that he rubs the enormous head against my backdoor.  I want to scream that I am a virgin back there.  It isn’t like I am lying.  It is the complete and utter truth.  But to tell him that is like handling him an invitation to pop my cherry, etching him into my memory for all my eternity to remember.

“Got that shit on lock like Fort Knox.  Good boy.”  He whispers soulfully in my ear.  

I feel that the danger is over.

“Don’t be ashamed of getting it wet for Big Daddy.  Just make him work hard to get it open.  That way when he gets that shit he can claim that shit. ”

He begins stroking my dick soft and slow.

Using his plump pinky to knock my balls together, he asks, “Tell me, my dear boy, when was the last time you fucked somebody?”

“About a couple of hours ago.”

“It feels so full.”

“I wasn’t the one having sex.”

I explain to him the events that transpired with the man in the room with the dildo, lacing every intimate detail.  He listened intently; firmly stroke me, asking me certain questions as he comes off of my shoulder.  He tries to be subtle, repositioning his spit slick pipe underneath my butt crack and between my bulky tights, using his pinky to lift up my loose nutt sac so it can run under mine.  

I am amaze at how good he feels s.  Right there.  Even better than once I squeeze my thighs around him.  He starts bobbing it in and out as if he is really fucking me with tenderness and care.

My mind briefly forgets my fear of heights and everyone else standing around on the rooftop.  I want to tell them all that I am not being fucked.  It just looks that way.

My youth, my prideful youth, my stabling establishment needs to solidify my budding dominance in this world, not my submission to succumb.  Moreover, the fear that others might think I can take a man so huge on a whim.

9:57am

I no longer give a flying shit about what these motherfuckers think.  We are no longer on speaking terms much less speak the same language.

I am slick with his spit and cum.

More of the latter than the former.

The friction of this combination along with skin must be good do him.  Because all I hear from the back is him huffing and puffing.

10:02am

My breathing soon mimics his.

I have somehow managed to bend over to view the streets below with my hands bracing against the edge.

He causes me to gasp each passing stroke against my prostate passing underneath my raised sac and the crevices on the side.

10:14am

He is so lost in himself using my body this way that he forgets about me, the man behind the thighs.  

If we were truly fucking, I would be nothing more than a hole to his big black pipe.

10:20am

He remembers me again.

10:21am

He consciously pokes roughly at my prostate until it is sore with heat and raw with pleasure, leaving me sticky with his mess.

10:23am

He raises me upright, cuffing my neck.  His kisses are dry and brief along the way, trailing along the jaw back to the nape.  He begins to seductively stroke my dick and with his mouth in my ear he asks, “When was the last time you use this thing?”

10:24am

“The night before last.”  I respond releasing a gasp at my own leaky mess coming from his firm, forgiving strokes.

“Tell Big Daddy about it.”  He commands.

I gathered my mind, trying to remember how did it go from just words to just sex?

“Nothing special,” I suggest.  “It was just a fuck and a nutt.”

“If you’re doing it right it’s never that simple.  “He barrels softly in my ear.

“True.”  I concede.  “Where I come from there are always guys hanging out at all times of the night.  This night was no different for me making my way home.”

His stroking me becomes much more controlled.  The sun and his heat are starting to get to me with the memory of that night and that that happened not too long ago.

“Go on.”

“As you can see I’m a nice-size guy.”

“A beast,” he compliments.

“If I ever have to, I can hold my own.  But since I was born and bred in the same neighborhood I grew up, and have no beef with anybody, it never had to come to that.”

“So you feel safe there?”

“Relatively from everyone except the police.”

“Aren’t they there to serve and protect?”

“Some do.  Most do more harm than good.  Then there is the lame, Andre, who worked the graveyard shift.  He doesn’t do nothing except sit in his squad car and get off looking at dudes standing on the corner with their pants sagging down.”

“Maybe he’s patrolling?”

“Hell, no,” I say.  The roughness of my neighborhood begins seeping out.  “Patrolling is patrolling.  Sitting there in your squad car with a hard-on admiring the stalking man.  Plain talking.  He’s done it for as long as I’ve known him.  Got his ass whip over it a few times.”

“At least he’s persistent.”      He murmurs low and sexy.

“Now that he can hide behind his badge, he is a fucking untouchable! Licking his chops every time he was something good.  Damn near frothing at the mouth when some dude got a dick worth gripping.  And it ain’t like you can tell that bitch to fuck off.”

“Not without trying to put you in handcuffs…thought I think that would be a goal.”

“Of course,” I continue.  “It ain’t like he wouldn’t like to say something too.  But seeing that the curfew only applies to those under the age of eighteen, he can’t say shit to all these grown men.”

“So everyone is at an impasse.”

“Exactly.  Anyway, between where I have to come from and when I need to go is a thick wooded area.”

“A cut?”

“Yeah,” I say with his lips now behind my ear.  Because there isn’t’ like a lot of places that are open and nearby, the only place around that Andrew can take his bathroom break is in The Cut.

“I was on my way home when I saw him unzip, taking a leak.  I wasn’t afraid of him or anything.  I just thought I would stay back, do what it do, and proceed after he was done?”

“Why?”

“It isn’t like it’s cool to roll up on somebody taking a piss.”

“Is that it?    Sounds like there’s a back story to me.”

“Well, the last time the two of us were face to face was when my boy and I jumped him in the bathroom and used his clothes to sort of kind of stopped up the pee around the urinals.  He was joined as Piss Boy for a long time.  Et that never stopped him from doing what he does.

“At any rate,” I exhaled with his kisses firm a strong around my collar.  “I came across Piss Boy, taking of all things, a piss.  When the arch started to trail I thought he was going to bounce back to his car.”

“No,” he says taking his free hand and begins playing with my nipples.

“No,” I breathe.  “He started jacking off looking at the fellas under the night.

“Sounds to me like there’s no surprise there.”

“Not at all.  Probably been doing it all along.  Probably took the job and the beat because of it.  I don’t’ know, it was just weird seeing it.”

“Violated makes you feel violated.”

I shake my head and speak, “Never that, I just thought since there was another hole in this neighborhood I could fuck.  I should’ve been informed.

He laughs deep but not long.

“Tell me more,” he says, moving his playful hand from my pecs to palming my jaw.”

“To me at the time, it looks like he was fucking with my way home.  So, I was piss with that.  The way was jagging it was more like he was feeling himself rather than busting a nutt.

“It became ridiculous after a while.  So much so that I wasn’t even thinking about fucking and I was thinking about popping his lame ass just for the hell of it”.

“Watch do?”

“I started throwing anonymous stuff off the ground at him, thinking he would take his happy-ass and leave.  He was a persistent mofo.  I waited awhile, and then went over there to him.”

Bold.”  He says with his hand back down over my check and rubbing my shoulder.

“Nah, it wasn’t like I stormed him like when “rapists attack” or something.  I pretended like he was just in my way as I quickly I made my way home. ”

“He must have been startled. ”

“Of course, more embarrassed than anything else, reaching down and drawing his gun.”

“Which one?” He says focusing more on my dick.

“The real one.  The one he was playing with wasn’t even a gun.  It was a chopped-ff pencil with something more than a stubby eraser, if you know what I mean?”

“Must’ve been scared?”

“For a second…but he was too clumsy with it, like Barney Fife.  Still, though, I respect the game with my hands up because he might be clumsy enough to shoot.

“Look, man, I was just rolling though from the bus stop home.  I tell him.

“He starts spitting some police mumbo jumbo.  Most of it sounded legit, at first.  If it started to sound like he was just rambling some nonsense.  Like a crazy clueless person.  The, it hit me, after something he said, I can’t remember what exactly, but was sort of like a red flag in my head that he was waiting on somebody to roll through.  I’m not saying it was me since I wasn’t the only one with a late-night schedule that came thorough there.

“’C’mon, man’” I say, “’no reason to pull out a god for the pistol.’

“Instead of calming down, Ron got fired up bitching up something that he wasn’t’ a fag and that he had a girl from around the way.  I straight up told him that he was crying like a faggot and the way he was eying dudes hard he was on.  Go ‘head and admit it.  And lets not forget the proof is in the pudding—his whole life.  He threatens to shoot if I didn’t ‘shut the fuck up.’    Even his cussing sounded heavy on the sweet side.  I kindly reminded him that if he shout me in The Cut so close to the front where nobody could see us, his little adoring fan club might think it was an attack on them and shoot blindly into the woods.  Police offers or not.

“If I got shot, I would be nothing more than an unarmed fully-clothed man.  If he got shot, he would be an armed police officer with his expose pussy-ass up.

“If you didn’t know, I sometimes talk too much.  He asked me to raise up out of my clothes.  Being at gunpoint, I did.  He was supposed to be running the show, but he was so mesmerized by the dick, he forgot to think.  I didn’t even have it up, it was totally calm down by then.”

“It hangs quite nicely.”

“Like I said before, earlier I thought about riding that ass.  So when the mind goes for it, the dick follows.”

“Young boys like you go from zero to a hundred with no in between; he says tweaking my nipples again.

“There ain’t any other way I know how to do. ” I say, trying to be hard.  “So, I’m looking at him.  He’s eyeing my dick.  I was him what he wanted to do.  His mind is reeling.  He wanted to suck some dick.  His squad car was across the way, though, and he knew them other fuckers from across the way wasn’t about taking the squad car out for a joyride.  He wasn’t a fag either, so…I told him that playing with my dick wasn’t on any fag shit.  That in fact his sword oath was to protect and serve, and that included my dick.”

“He bought that.”  He says twisting my nipples hard.

“Not until I told him that the best way to protect it is with his mouth.  I didn’t think the bitch would buy it but he did.  Was on his knees growing and sucking like he was cleaning off a dinosaur bone.

“Ron was so caught up that he didn’t even know that I disarmed him until I pulled out of his mouth and forced him face down on the ground.  He was struggling for anything he could get his hands on.  Unfortunately, for him, his belt like his pants and underwear were down to his ankles as I creamed at his backdoor.”

“That was hot.”  Arnell says stroking his dick faster between the frictions of my thighs and stroking me off.

“That wasn’t the end.  I flipped him around because in a pinch cum and spit makes for a great lube.”

“You—

“Of course, that was the master plan all along.  Right after I figured out that he was waiting on somebody to take him down.

“I pushed through the slimy white foam atop his hole in.  It was so soft and wet and slick that it was a little bit made that I wasted my first nutt on trying to make him penetrable.

“So, he on the ground kissing dirt, and I’m on top of him just swimming in it, drowning my dick in his ass.  I’m grunting and growling in his ear, telling him that he needs me in him like that.  He agreed, begging to me bring, fuck him faster.  I fucked him faster, pushing harder with each pistol-cylinder stroke.  He’s breathing hard one minute and cussing up a storm the other and riding this carousel back again.  He cries that his butt was sore.  He said it would before the hurt tomorrow because I was putting it down that good.

“I bet you were.”  He says.

He is still stroking me hard. my balls are clenching upward and that and the violent tweak of my sensitive teats.

“His faggot-ass was feeling good tome.  I didn’t know once he felt go, throwing it back, that it was going to feel like heaven.  I was chilling like I was drilling for oil, digging for gold and mining for diamonds,

“I tell him that I’m about ready to burst.  He tells me do what I got to do, as long as I do it deep inside of him.  I held him down a little longer than I thought, with his hold talking much smack along the way.  It was talking so much smack that I thought the neighbors were going to call the police.  I made it submit, thought.  Shutting it up by loading it with a premium gallon plus.”

“Damn.”

I try to be as general with telling this story as I can.  Relieving every detail in my head put me into another realm.  More than I think a major turn-on that has brought me closer to the edge that I thought.

I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder.  He takes his mouth against my neck, his hand against my nipple, and he grips my dick even tighter, knowing my secret as I embrace for the ecstasy that is ready to jut out of my body.

“Ah shit,” I suck my teeth, shuttering as my load jets out over the edge.

I am barely able to enjoy my “coming down” before he leans me mover and starts going hard underneath my groin.  I respect his swagger to let him do this.  Let him allude the people that I am his bitch, and that I am taking it even though it is not true.

I am gripping my dick.  My hands are stained with my cum.  He slams between my thighs like he is in some ass tearing out a new asshole.

His dick feels like fire down there burning tightly pulled up sagging flesh and straggly hairs that is my nutt sac.  And the friction between my clamping thigh it brings out grunts and groans that I never knew were possible from a top.

“Aw, fuck,” he says pulling me up just in time to watch his dick beneath mine shoot clearly over the edge, disappearing below it hits the ground, about halfway across the middle of the street.

He is exhausted.  

I can hear him panting in my ear thanking me.  He promises next time we are going to get a room and he is going to help him to a piece of my ass.  

I am fearful at these daring words.  I am also calm with his slimy deposits running down my thighs.

He holds me tight.

11:43am

We collected ourselves, thanking each other and walking downstairs together to the showers.

11:47am

Afraid to come off desperate by asking him for his number as he’s the one that wants to fuck me.

We jump in two adjoining showers; he asks for my name, and I ask for him, thought I knew it.

I knew how and why he isn’t going to pursue me.  He saw the good before he got the name.

Damn, I fucked up.  

Lesson learned.

Had a good time but fucked up royally.

I wouldn’t be out-of-bounds giving him my info.  To do that, though, is to suggest that I would like him to fuck me.

I don’t want that, despite my attraction to him.  I am not ready for that.  And to be ready for him, I would have stretched my hole like slutty pussy to be a fraction of accommodating.

11:52am

I purposely jumped out of the shower first, making sure he sees me as I leave.  We give each other lingering glances, wanting to say a whole lot more.

He ignores my childish youth and takes the lead as the mature one, vowing once again that next time the two of us were going to get a room and fuck me.

“A great top starts off as a good bottom.”  He yammers on my way to the lockers.

12:01pm

I am dressed and in my car.

12:23pm

At home and finding the fastest route to my bed.

3:43pm

Wake up from my nap, thinking about the good time I had.

9:05pm

Horny again.

Regret not getting any numbers.  

Oh, well, there is always next week.

Jason saw that I was in my garage and made his way across the street. Jason had lived across the street from me for about 8 years and they were getting ready to move. His house was a small rancher, with 3 bedrooms, and a 1 car garage. Jason’s wife Tiffany was pregnant with their 3rd child and they needed a bigger house. I was going to miss Jason. I was going to miss looking at Jason.  Jason went from the Army to being a Fireman and no one ever looked more the part. At 6ft 3, 200 lbs, he was ripped. His bright red hair was fitting for his profession. I loved that Jason didn’t have a good relationship with shirts unless he was working. His chest and 6 pack abs were covered in bright red fur and I fantasized for days as to where his happy trail led.  

“What’s up buddy,” he asked. “Not much. Getting ready to do the brakes on my Honda. Are you excited about your move? Jason didn’t look excited. “Tiffany wants to start off fresh with “new this” and “new that”. She thinks we’re made of money, but with the new Mortgage payment and the new kid on the way, the debt will be real.”. I laughed. “Well. she’s given you some beautiful kids, I’d say indulge her, but set some limits”. Jason agreed. “I’ve got a mess of stuff we’re not taking to the new house and I wondered if there might be something you could use. Wanna take a look?”

I never said no to Jason. There probably wasn’t anything he had that I needed, but I was happy to be in proximity to him. On this day he had on a pair of very worn Cargo shorts and no shirt. The very top of his ass crack was exposed and that was enough to put me over the edge.  He looked every bit like a model and I would buy every Fireman Calendar if he were in it. 

We walked over to his garage, he opened the door and he wasn’t joking. They were leaving behind quite a bit. “If you’re in need of tools, These 3 boxes over here might interest you.” The only thing I was interested in was watching Jason bend over, ass crack exposed as he pulled out tools that I had absolutely no use for. I pretended to look interested and bent over with him, then noticed something I wouldn’t classify as a tool. I lifted the Fleshlight from the box and held it up. “This isn’t “coming “ with you?” I asked. Jason wasn’t a bit embarrassed. “Don’t knock the Fleshlight. When Tiff is pregnant, I can’t go near her. She wants nothing to do with me. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna go without. That thing has gotten me through some “Very hard” times. We both laughed.

Why are you getting rid of it? I asked. “That’s an older one. I’ve graduated to a new model and that’s going with” I smiled. “How long has it been,” I asked. Jason put his hand on his chin as if he were doing difficult math. “Tiff is exactly 5 months pregnant. She cut me off at the start of month 3. It’s been weeks and it’s gonna be at least another 5 months before she’ll let me near her.

 As he said it, he unconsciously adjusted his cock, which suddenly looked more visible. I looked hard at it and he noticed but didn’t look annoyed or confused. “You ever been sucked off by a guy? I asked. He didn’t answer, his shorts simply fell to the floor. No one could see us from where we were in the garage and I couldn’t believe my luck. Finally, I get to see where the happy trail goes to. In my fantasy, I pictured a long hard cock beneath those shorts, but Jason’s cock was simply average. What it lacked in length and girth it made up for in pure beauty. His bush was trimmed to perfection, he was cut with a large head and a smooth shaft. I wasn’t going to choke on it, but he was about to get the blow job of his life. 

I sat on one of the chairs in the garage which gave Jason perfect access to my mouth. I could take all of him balls deep and he wasn’t quiet about his appreciation. My hands were all over his ass as I pulled him into me as deep as it would go. This went for a good ten minutes but the real prize was his ass. I really wanted to eat his ass. I’ve been watching him for years, watching him bend over, practically selling that ass to me.  I can’t count how many times I’ve jerked off at the thought of him sitting on my face. That round, solid bubble butt was covered in bright red fur and I had to have it.

 I made him trade places with me and had him bend over the chair. “I”m gonna eat your ass”. I said. “It’s your choice, man. I’ve been working all day, but hey. Go for it”  He said. I was barely concerned with that aspect. This was probably the only ever time I would get to rim this motherfucker and I wanted it. I buried my face deep and his hole was sweaty and musky like a working man’s ass should be, but that’s all. I was in and that’s all that mattered.  

I worked my tongue in there till he was squirming, then sucked his cock from the back. “You gonna let me fuck you?’ Jason asked. I wasn’t “prepared” to get fucked, but sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind. If you’re gonna fuck someone in the ass spontaneously, you risk getting shit on your dick. I didn’t think that would be an issue, but normally at least a rinse would be in order. No time for that. If Jason wants to fuck me, I’m not gonna say no. 

Out of thin air, Jason produced a bottle of lube. I assumed it was from that box where his fleshlight was but it really didn’t matter. I watched him lube up his very pretty cock, then he bent me over the chair. The size of him wasn’t going to be an issue and I was almost embarrassed at how easy it was for him to put it inside me. This wasn’t going to be a romantic, intimate fucking.  He wasted no time and just started fucking me aggressively. I was in heaven.  I loved how his hips and balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I knew right away there wasn’t going to be any mess and I was slightly relieved. I pushed back hard and yelled out what I’d fantasized about saying for years. “FUCK ME, JASON. FUCK MY BUSSY!  

I could tell he was close and I was just about to bust. I reached between my legs and my hand found Jason’s hole. I reached back as far as I could, stuck a finger up there and that’s all it took. He unloaded all of his baby-batter into my wanting hole. 

He stayed inside me for much more than I was used to, and he was still rock-hard. When he finally pulled out, all I could think was, “I’ve finally been “Ginger-bred”. 

He pulled on his shorts and I pulled up my pants. We shook hands and didn’t say a word to one another, and I turned to leave. There is no way I was his 1st time with a guy. He knew exactly how it was gonna go down. Had I known, maybe we would have been fucking for years, but I’ll take the one time over nothing any day. I walked across the street without any tools or giveaways, but I did have Jason’s seed deep inside me, and for me, that was more than enough. 

THE BEGINNING OF ALL THINGS

4

Fenn woke up instantly, in the night dark bedroom, when Todd sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You’re here! You’re finally here.”

Todd bent down and kissed him.

“Of course I’m here.”

“And now everything’s better,” Fenn said, sitting up. He took Todd’s hand.

“It’s impossible, really, to think about life without you for very long.”

“Well, there’s always that suicide pact.”

“Don’t be sick,” Fenn said. “You must be tired. You want a bath? Or do you want that later?” he asked, unloosening Todd’s tie, and climbing out of bed to help him undress.

“When I think of collapsing in the bed, I think of how foul I feel. When I think of water, I think of how much I want to sleep.”

“And you need a shave,” Fenn said.

“I thought you liked me hairy.”

“I like you anyway I can have you, my dear. But, you just lay down here.”

He began to unlace Todd’s shoes.

“I’ve slept, and Dylan’s been taking great care of me. Perhaps he masterminded the death of his great-grandmother to get off punishment, but I don’t think so. I’ve had plenty of time to rest, and I’m going to run you a bath. Just sit there.”

Fenn left the room to go downstairs for the dishwashing liquid, which he always used in place of bath foams—he didn’t believe in them. And there was some Epsom salt too. Neither one of them was getting any younger, but after twenty years, they seemed to be equally old. He thought of his man, long and lean and tired, stretched out on the bed half asleep, faithful to him all of these years. What could be better than the long tall olive skinned Todd with the bit of belly, now in middle years, and the traces of white at the temples? What could be sexier than that? He’d have to call Tara and Melanie, tell them that Todd was back. They could bring Maia over.

“Todd, go back upstairs and rest,” Fenn said. But when he turned around it was Dylan.

“Todd’s back,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Dylan said. “You’re happier when he’s around.”

“Well, I’m happy when you’re around too.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Dylan said while Fenn closed the cabinets with the olive oil and the salt and the soap he would put into the water.

“It’s how you are when he comes. Your eyes light up. You… you’re making him a bath.”

“Is this going somewhere?” Fenn said. “You are the cleverest boy with the cleverest thoughts, but sometimes they take forever to come out.”

Dylan grinned.

“That’s how I knew that Lance wasn’t going to work. I knew I’d never feel like that. I… the way you are with Todd. Lance is the way you are with Dad, and not even that. I want to feel like that for someone.”

“And maybe you will,” Fenn said, on the base of the stair. “Unless you already do.”

“I do,” Dylan said, his face going pink.

“I guessed.”

“I’ve always felt that way about Ruthven. You know, where you can’t imagine being without him.”

“Always? Since you were twelve?”

“Yes.”

Fenn nodded. “Alright then.”

Fenn was heading up the stairs, and now Dylan followed him to the top.

“Yes, son?” he said to the boy who was roughly the same size as him.

“Then you won’t… try to stop us from being together?”

As Fenn headed back to the main bathroom he said:

“When did trying to stop you from doing anything ever work?”

Dylan, in one of his excitements, lunged on his father’s back and hugged him.

When Fenn recovered he said to his son, “I won’t try to stop you. But Tom is another matter.”

 

Paul woke up, his limbs tangled with Noah’s. Last night every fear, every bad thing, the collapse of his life, all the horror of the future had come out in tears. He could not go back to the empty house. He did not want to think about the empty future, or about working things out. And Noah had been shaky still from James’ letter.

Noah sent Paul to the shower, and then came in the shower too and they washed each other and kissed and went to the bed. They made love all night, letting everything out, twisting in the sheets, waking in the sheets that were covered with them. There was the crust of them. It hardly mattered.

Paul squeezed his thighs tight around Noah and kissed him for a long time.

“I always loved how your breath doesn’t smell in the morning,” Noah said.

“The secret is—”

Noah put a hand over Paul’s mouth.

“I don’t really need to know the secret.”

He buried his curly hair in Paul’s chest. Paul grinned in spite of himself.

“Mr. Riley, would you like to fuck?”

“Again?”

“And again and again.”

Noah stretched out on his back and drew Paul’s body to him. He was long and heavy and Noah ran his hands over the warmth of shoulders, arms and back.

“We have a funeral to get to.”

“And we’ll get to it,” Paul said. “But let’s get to this.”

And so they got to it. This time it was as filled with laughing and sharp sighs as with weeping the night before, and they came one after the other, in trembling convulsions, Noah amazed at the look on Paul’s face, the wide eyed terror and body trembles of the orgasm. When it was done, they lay together in the sweat and semen of the sheets, exhausted.

At length, Paul spoke.

“I think I am so in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.”

Paul was quiet a little longer. Noah watched his face change as he tried for the next phrase.

“I was never committed to anyone before.”

“You were committed to Kirk.”

“That’s what I meant. Before him, I never understood commitment.”

Noah turned and lay on his back.

“You have three children,” he whispered.

“Yes. And one Kirk. And you have one James.”

“He’s gone.”

Paul lay on his side.

“You can get him back,” he said.

“When I see the way Tom has always looked at Fenn… Even though he loves Lee… I know.”

For a long time they lay like that, Paul’s chest pressed into Noah’s back, his face touching Noah’s cheek.

“I know you love me, and I know I love you… and maybe that will never change. But can you tell me,” Paul continued, “that if you never saw James Lewis again you would be alright?”

Suddenly, with a great sucking heave, Noah bowed his head into his chest, pulled his knees to his stomach and began to cry.

“But I love you,” he began.

“I know,” Paul embraced him.

“And I love him. That’s it. I do,” Noah wept so hard it allowed Paul to shed silent tears. His face was hot with them.

“I don’t know what to do,” he wept.

“You love me, you love him. He’s your husband. I’m not.” Noah’s weeping died down, and then he turned around and said, “But you and Kirk?”

“We need to come together again. We drifted so far apart we need to meet again.”

Noah sat up in bed, sniffling, and nodding.

“Do you think it will work?” he said, taking the back of his hand across his face.

Paul shook his head. He began to laugh and cry at the same time. Noah held him. He knew that they would end up making love again, and that this was not going to change Paul’s answer.

Paul said: “I think I have to try.”

 

Layla Lawden reflected that it had been an age since she’d set foot in Saint Barbara’s. But then that didn’t make her very different from most of the people in here, including her great-grandmother, whose actual church affiliation was indefinite.

Will squeezed her hand, and she stroked the wings of his slightly long hair. She thought of how she would never leave his side, how they were better than married and stronger than most relationships she’d seen despite everything. Behind her was Sheridan with his Logan. Good luck on that, and, my God, how many gay folks could there be in this church! There was Chay and Casey Williams.

“They look right together. Don’t they?” Will whispered. Layla looked at the two men, one in his early thirties, blond

and slight, the other in his early twenties, dark haired and smaller still, both in suits. Layla discovered, “Yes.”

Dan Malloy and Keith McDonald came in from Michigan, and Barb Affren came with Milo and Bill, Dena and Nell.

“What the hell’s going on with Meredith and Mathan?” Claire asked as she and Julian sat down beside Layla, behind Dena.

“What’s going on is a baby bump,” Barb Affren said. “I found that girl’s pregnancy test.”

“Good God!” Bill muttered.

“Billy,” his mother swatted him on the head, “we’re in a sacred place.

“But,” Barb continued, “I want to know about that.” She pointed to where Paul and Noah were coming in together.

“Oh, my,” Dena said.

“That,” Claire said, “has a sad story all around it, but I think it will be a happy ending.”

Laurel had arrived with Alex beside her, and Dylan and Ruthven were with them, a party of four, a little rushed and tired.

“This is Alex. Shake his hand,” Laurel commanded.

As they all did, she took off her coat, and said, “take this, one of you, I’ve got to get up to the balcony.”

“I’ve never heard her sing,” Alex said.

“Well, she’s great,” Dylan told him, brandishing the case he carried. “Especially with my trumpet.”

He headed after his cousin and in a few moments, in place of the expected organ, Dylan’s trumpet trilled over the congregation, blowing them all into silence. Above Dylan’s music, Laurel sang:

 

Why

should I

feel discouraged, why

should the shadows come,

Why

should my heart be lonely,

and long for heav’n and home?

 

When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 

Fenn heard his mother singing, and joined her.

 

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 

Layla heard her family sing and joined in with her grandmother. Behind her were Lee and Mathan and then, as quite a surprise, Kenny and as more of a surprise, a surprise that made tears come to her eyes, the tall, earnest form of Brendan Miller.

 

“So… you’re here to stay?” Kenny said.

“Yes,” said Brendan. They were all gathered in Todd and Fenn’s living room.

“Why?”

“Because this is home.” Brendan spoke as if this was obvious. “Because I can work normal hours instead of losing myself. Because everyone I love is here.

“Because you are here, Kenneth,” he touched the red haired man’s arm. “Because I did betray you and leave you in the lurch and… I really can’t do this without you. All I am is shit without you. I forgot that. So now I’m back.”

Kenny looked truly worked up. He clinched his jaws and shook his head.

“I got something going on right now. I don’t know if you realized that.”

Brendan looked over to Chad, who was talking to Bryant, and said, “I think he’ll understand.”

Kenny didn’t say anything for a while. When he finally did, it was, “Goddamnit, Brendan.”

“You don’t want to melt to me right now, it’s okay. I’ll give it time. As much time as you need. But,” Brendan said as he was walking off, “you gotta remember, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bren!”

“Yes?” Bren turned around with a mischievous look on his face.

“Call me tonight.”

“Alright,” Brendan said, smiling triumphantly.

“Bastard,” Kenny added.

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WHEN WE RETURN, IT WILL BE WITH THE CLOSE OF THE LOVERS IN ROSSFORD

 Madness In Massachusetts (VII)

Crossroads

Collin had not slept a wink all night and it was not because of Mike bothering him for this or that. He only shook him once in the night and was told to blow him, that is a lite night for Mike. Of all the things Mike Nakamoto came up with, this was. It was well, just something, that is what it was. Mike was such a large presence to be around that many people never really got to know what an interesting and analytical person that Collin Smith was. If there were any soft spots to be found there, it was that he was just too kind, good natured and big hearted. Collin was the kind of person, that if he were the richest man in the world, would not make over-bloated and impossible claims as though one day Mars will just be a vacation spot. If Collin had those resources, he would attempt to get rid of world hunger, or donate a huge bunch of money wherever it would help the most people. The whole world is aware there is tons of hate mongering, homophobia abounds, difference in Collin if he knew the biggest homophobe on the planet was cold and hungry, he would let them run him down as he went to render then assistance. Collin Smith had a big heart and that is not a weakness for any that might think it is, that is a fool’s errand to even start to think of that as weakness.

Now Mike was wanting to take the big plunge, well not wanting it sounded like yes, or get ready for replacement city. At this point he wondered, but still he had been asked. It would not be long before he would have a master’s degree in biochemistry, and he would be able to do whatever he wanted. Though he could not leave Mike till he said he could do so, and he showed no inclination of doing that.  Would it be so bad really, he had grown used to all of this, and yes some he could do without. He had yet to run into a single thing that was perfect, neither was this. Mike had been a handful lately, and school and taking care of this big house. Yet did he really want to do without Mike either? I mean really, he could have left all this time, yet here he stood. Next to a shiny new Porsche, not long away from a master’s in biochemistry he did not owe a single dime for. It might be hard, but he liked it, and it is all he had grown to know. Some people may not think of it as such, but he had a life here.  He just needed to know one more thing and he would ask it tonight, so he would ask.

Some, perhaps many would not understand some things; for instance, the way Mike made him sleep long ways under the cover at the foot of the bed. Well, he had been doing it so long now, when he did not feel Mike’s warm feet on him when he was in bed, he missed them. That was not Collin and a foot fetish as he did not particularly have one, but he was an obedient slave and had a master that was into it. So, to please him he was more than willing to suck and lick those toes or whatever else 24/7. A contract, one can simply say, you know what, “Fuck you,” and just leave was an option many wanted as a kind of break the glass in case of an emergency thing. A civilian union or a marriage did not mean you were locked into them but there was legal formality to dissolving one of those.

The day wore on and they were both getting ready for finals and had discovered with how smart they both were it made for incredible study partners. They had mutually agreed, Mike had to issue no orders for this, nothing less than an A was to be accepted at this residence. They were both entirely too smart to be making anything else and knew it. Collin was currently memorizing how the microtubules in the cell wall were formed up into a kind of stick gooey layer kind of sandwich looking thing on the diagram. His science skills were also another side of the force he was growing in by leaps and bounds. He had taken the MCAT exam which is the one of the factors medical schools will look at to see if they are interested in having you go there. He was just 4 points below the maximum score and his teachers, said, “Medical school huh, with an MCAT score like that and a 4.0gpa. You did not have to try so much to get into one as just pick the one you wanted to go to because unless it was for certain religions and private, or factors like that, he was told he could pretty much pick they would all want him.”

Mike, before he crashed was also tearing up the academics, Collin had no problem in showing the humility and knowing there were some things Mike was just better at than him. He had a math brain, that was like, should that not belong to an android? He could memorize huge amounts of information just by looking at it for a couple of minutes. He was great on working things with his hands, Collin started to get hard and pushed the thought away. His master did not have him rigged today, and he was free to run the grounds. Giving him space to think and so it went that way and after Collin did the last of the dinner dishes. He mixed them both a couple of homemade milkshakes and he had gotten good at this. He handed his to Mike as he came through and took his seat at his feet.

His master said, “For important stuff like this you can sit on an even level with me if you like?”

Collin grinned up at him, “It’s okay, I feel fine talking to you from here master.”

“Have you come to a decision?” Mike was nervous he was whirling his keychain around and bounding his right foot up and down.

His slave reached over and massaged his ankle and leg that was shaking, and it stilled. “Nice and calm master, so I have a question that is actually going to turn into two questions.”

Mike had taken his socks off so Collin could reach his bare feet. “Drop the rules till I say otherwise till we get this talked out?”

Collin asked, “It is very simple master, besides it giving you a thrill and even more control over me, what other reasons could you have to want to do this? I just want to know?”

His master did not take long to answer, “It is very simple, you belong to me, you agreed to, so why not make it official. My life is better with you in it, this past year and a half have been like no other, it’s almost been two. We only ever go outside this relationship if it involves the Circle, we get married we are out of there. We finish school, you go to medical school, we move to where that is. Engineers can find good paying jobs about anywhere, plus, I don’t have to look too hard, we are not exactly broke. I don’t just want you for a thrill, thought it would be a lie to say it is not. I want you because you are you. If you are not happy with that, I will hold your sworn contract if you honor it for as long as you will stay.”

He slave reached over, opened his mouth up and tilted back for some spit. Mike leaned in and grabbed the back of his head; they locked lips, and he shoved his mouth aggressively into Collin’s mouth. They sat there and did this for a while and Collin just was relaxed and as in a dance let Mike lead. After a few minutes Mike leaned back and in his gym pants you could see his enormous hardon.

Collin said, “Mike Nakamoto, I will do it, just a few things is all.”

His Master countered, “You can ask but this alters nothing till I say it does.”

He slave laid he head on Mike’s leg just above the knee, “They are not much master. Even if you, as your terminology is so much more eloquent than mine, but even when you have me running rigged, may I please wear some sweatpants and a tee shirt? That is all I have master, for the low, low price of a tee shirt, some socks, underwear, and a pair of sweatpants I will take you name, and you can in a sort of way, legally own me. Well half of me anyway, no agreements from my side.”

Mike said, “Get down there and get my dick really slick by using your mouth and tongue. You can ride me while we barter, and that will feel much better for me. No agreements from my side either, we will just do it, if I ever got tired of you, I would lock you away somewhere and replace you with someone younger. Or I could always get another one and make you both serve me. What do you think about that?”

“I somehow suspect that you won’t, but if you did, I would obey you.”

His slave did the unthinkable and stopped sucking his dick for just a minute to say, “Well if you lock me away then please do so where there is a smart tv a computer and all the stuff I am used to. If you replace me, then it would be my turn to be jealous.”

“Why?”

“We both have legitimate claims here, which we both swore on. You get to own me, and therefore it is my job to serve you. I have gotten good at it, if you decided to try, I want an interview.”

He was really pouring the saliva to his master’s dick, and it was getting noisy, Mike did not mind.

“Climb up as if you are about to slide down on my cock and just stay like that for a minute.”

“Yes, master.”

Collin got into place and his master reached down and slowly tightened his right hand around his ball sack and then began to squeeze harder and harder. He held them that way so they would throb for a bit. “Go ahead and get on that thing and ride it.”

Collin eased down on it slowly, Mike grabbed his shoulders and pulled him on down to give him a hand. He used his controlled breathing, and the pain eased back.

Mike Nakamoto said the strangest thing, “We are now young men, what if we defy all the odds, both live to be healthy old men, and you end up serving me for the largest portion of your life?”

His slave was bouncing up and down on him solidly now he paused to say, “You say that like it is a bad thing, it sounds fine to me.”

His master said, “Get down and let’s switch things up a little bit. Get on your hands and knees in the chair and put your face into the back of the chair. Stick that bubbly ass of yours up and let’s make it a championship doggie style pose.”

When his slave was down in the right position, Mike grabbed hold of him as he got ready to stick his cock back in him. He was easing the head of it in getting ready to ram it home was what he was doing.

He paused long enough to say, “It will be so strange, when we do this, I can say I am fucking my husband, who also happens to be my bitch.”

Then he used a good deal of his considerable strength to ram it home and hold it in as far as he could get it.

Collin went, “Uhm.”

Mike went into his long dicking mode and said, “Wow I got a pain pop noise out of the powerful and mighty Collin Smith, not easy.”

His slave said, “Well having what looks like a telephone pole for a dick, all the leverage, add your weight, plus you are stronger than hell. I don’t have to be a physicist to know that will equal some kind of units in torque, my guess would be a great deal.”

Mike pumped him hard a few times and said, “Uhm, sexy science talk, you know just how to ring my bell.”

His slave went, “Uhm-Uhm, you are really tearing it up today.”

Mike grinned and started to really throw it to him, and the prostate area was the primary target.

“Master, you are making that feel so good, how could I have said anything but yes?”

His master was relentless with the plowing and finally Collin shot his cum all over Mike’s computer chair. He knew who would be cleaning that up, but it was okay, it had felt so good. Mike went on for a while then and pounded and pounded away.

Finally, he pulled out, “Turn around and sit down and put your back solidly up against the chair. I will hop on the front of the chair with my knees and fuck your mouth till I blast it full of me cum.”

As Collin moved to get into position, “Yes master.”

He looked so fucking hot sitting there in those chains and that collar, and his master thought, ‘he is willing to give it all, to make me happy.’

“Now, just go ahead and expect my aunt is going to want some kind of ceremony, she is not someone you say no to. Uhm-oh that ass is tight.”

Collin could feel each powerful thrust of his master’s dick, it was not the sort of thing one missed easily. He had done this kind of stuff to him so much though he was used to it, and he loved it. Mike had explained to him once that there was a school of thought, another one of those subset of subset things. But there are dominant tops that expect their bottoms, slaves, to get any sexual stimulation only ever they get at all to come from them.  Those sorts really liked his type with the sensitive prostate, so they could keep you perpetually in a cage and if you want to cum, sure you just must let them fuck it out of you. Speaking of getting off, he began to feel his master’s dick start to jerk once or twice then the cut lose and his slave had a big mouthful of cum to deal with. He really blasted one this time, but Collin was too cool for school, and this was his domain.

Mike was saying, “Swallow every drop, my soon to be wedded bitch. You just won like a sweepstakes on a gameshow bitch, Uhm. Behind door number 2 you win a lifetime of swallowing all of me cum I can possibly want to make you and it will be a copious amount. Plus, as a bonus you can get fucked up the ass by me, lick my feet, suck my toes, eat that hole out it will be much work. Yeah, get that good and clean for me, you are so good at that.”

In a while they wound down and were sitting next to each other on the couch. Collin was rigged but had on a pair of gym shorts and some socks and a tee shirt. Mike had still reached down and pulled his dick out the side of his shorts and had played with it till it was hard again.

Mike reached and pulled a small box out of a drawer, and it was gift wrapped, and this was always time to raise the shields, throw up the belts, energize the C+90 shields, because it was usually a trap. Mike handed it to him, and he opened it up and it as a simple black box.

“Go ahead.”

Collin opened it up and it was a keyring with the electronic door control and the thing that set the car alarm. The Keys said Porsche on them and even this thing looked wicked. “What is this?”

Mike said, “Come with me, and I will show you.” They went out to the garage and there was a beautiful Porsche 944 that was fire stick red. It looked like a whole lot of money to Collin. The slave was not a mechanical person, beyond assembling a new piece of cheap furniture or the life. He could tell this was had been modified a great deal, and he had one of his crimes ridden cousins good at this stuff. He had really thrown some money into this, and it was silly, Collin just liked a regular car. Still, it was very thoughtful.”

He asked, “Are you giving me this car?”

Mike just looked at him for a second and said, “Collin you are smarter than that, the keys were in a gift box. This is a Porsche model 944 and it is a primo piece of machinery. There are guys that go their whole lives dreaming of owning a special edition one like this. You are now, what 20 and I just gave you one. Life is good.”

Collin said, “Why?”

Mike grinned at him and said, “Because you made me very happy, and this is a paltry sum of money compared to what we have access to. Thank me and enjoy it, we will use the Jeep for inclement weather and shopping.
Now let’s go inside and plan our wedding, you might even be able to get me worked up enough to fuck you again possibly.

They disappeared back into the house.